The anal training box that all new Prillon brides received? But an Earth bride? And why was the box so small? Normally, the box was several times this large and held a variety of anal plugs in all different sizes. Some brides were not accustomed to taking two lovers when they were first claimed by their Prillon warriors. Our warriors had been using the anal devices to prepare their females for years.
News of my mate’s arrival must be all over the Karter, for how else would the ATB have been delivered and waiting for me?
Lifting the lid, I discovered one small, oblong device with odd ribbed joints up and down its length. The joint lines were both vertical and horizontal, forming a grid pattern just above what was obviously a flat handle designed for ease of insertion and removal. The handle was small enough that we could place this in Erica’s ass and require her to wear the device to meals or other events and no others would know of our sexual games. Between the gridlines were small, raised bumps.
Odd, but even the idea of placing this inside our mate’s round ass made my cock grow to a painful size.
I searched the box for more, found nothing but a small piece of paper of instructions for proper use.
I scanned it quickly. The device was a new model and designed to lubricate the inside of our mate’s body. But even better, it was adjustable, the joints movable so the sexual toy would be made longer or wider.
Or both.
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We could start small and grow the device to the full size of a Prillon warrior’s cock. And no more need to search for lubricant or carry it with us for her comfort.
Better, the plug easily fit in the palm of my hand, a convenient size to carry in a pocket.
The image of pressing Erica between us in a random corridor, a lift, the gardens… Anywhere. We could take her anywhere, anytime. Insert the trainer and fuck her, preparing her for two cocks. When she was ready to handle both of us, we could insert it, prep her with the lube and then both of us could take her together.
I envisioned filling her pussy with my seed—and my child—as Ronan filled her ass, and nearly came in my pants. Gods be damned, I wanted her. Even after knowing her, hell, even knowing I had a mate, for such a short time. When I awoke this morning, I hadn’t known of the destruction to Battlegroup Varsten. And I hadn’t known I’d have a mate.
Right or wrong, I wanted her pussy around my cock, her cries of pleasure as we claimed her. I wanted her to scream my name as she came and whimper with pleasure as I filled her with my seed. I needed to learn what made her hot. What made her scream.
Fuck.
A commander did not give in to primal urges. Panic. Fear. Lust. Rage. Emotional decisions led to warriors’ deaths. Distraction led to destruction. I’d been strong for over a decade. One look at Erica and I was weak, too weak to resist what the Gods had given me. I wanted to spread her wide and taste her sweet pussy, fuck her with my tongue, touch her, everywhere. Mark her with my mouth. I wanted my fucking collar around her neck so no one would dare touch her or harass her in any way. Worse, I wanted my collar around her neck so she could never lie to me, so I would know exactly what she wanted. What she needed. So I could provide. Protect. Seduce. I wanted her to love me. Need me.
And that was where my heart stuttered and I stopped myself cold. The collars, while a sensual pleasure for myself and Ronan, would be hell for her. She’d be with Ronan when he killed, with me when I mourned a warrior’s death. She would feel my terror at failing the fleet, the constant fear I buried so deep no one knew it existed. A commander didn’t have the luxury of being afraid, and so I buried my rage. My fear. Anything that would endanger my people.
But she would feel it all. Gods help her, it was a curse I wished on no one, let alone my mate, the one female in the universe I was destined to love and protect.
How could I deny destiny? It was as if fate, or the gods themselves, had a hand in her arrival. The fact that Ronan was here, now, alive? Finding him within minutes of discovering I had a mate? Statistically insane. He was a tough bastard. A spy. A liar. A killer.
And if he claimed Erica with me, all of those skills would be used to protect her. I could think of no better second.
And no second with a more disturbing mind. I had no idea where he’d been the last five years, or what he’d done. But I suspected his soul was a black as mine. Erica deserved better than both of us.
“Kaed? I’m not waiting for you!” Ronan’s warning fell on deaf ears as I studied the small device in the palm of my hand. I should go in there and insert this in her sexy, round ass. That ass was mine now. Her curves. Her full, heavy breasts. Those lips…
No.
I looked beyond the anal plug to the blood coating my palm. That blood represented the true reality of my life. I groaned in frustration.
I had no right to claim a mate. We had no right. Ronan and I were constantly in danger. Fuck, Ronan had pretended to be dead for years. He would have remained so if I hadn’t known him. Our jobs were too important to walk away from. I could not abandon my people and make Erica my top priority, as she deserved to be. Just like on the transport pad on board Battleship Varsten, the wounded came first. Then the war. Then her.
It was wrong. I was wrong to want a female, a mate. Wrong to bind her to me. Wrong and selfish to claim her. She deserved better than me, than Ronan. She deserved a male who could put her first. Why the fuck did the testing program analyze the data otherwise?
“Oh, god. Yes.” Erica’s voice drifted through the open doorway and broke through my brooding, the sound breathless and needy and full of desire, a voice I’d never heard before but was instantly addicted to.
What was Ronan doing to her?
Was his mouth on her breast?
His tongue in her pussy?
Was he tasting her?