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She tipped up her pert chin. “Well, I want both of you. Inside me. I want to come until I can’t remember my own name. I want the mating collar around my neck, so I know what you’re both feeling, like I had in my testing dream, and I want it all right fucking now, gentlemen. So, are we going to do this, or should I find the cafeteria, or wherever you all get your food, and grab a snack while you act like cavemen, beating your chests, trying to figure out who’s in charge?”

8

Erica

* * *

The Commander—Kaed—grinned. A slow, lethal smile that made him look even sexier. Dark. Dangerous. Hot as hell. And he stood up to me. He didn’t seem to wilt under my bold nature.

“What did you say to me, mate?”

Oh, shit. I’d gone too far that time. The commander, Kaed, my primary male, the one who was supposed to be ninety-nine percent perfect for me, glared at me like I’d just threatened to take down his entire battleship. Or worse. His gaze was hot, intent and focused. He looked all too eager to answer my challenge.

And my pussy wept.

Not the first time the disconnect between my brain and my mouth had gotten me in trouble. I tended to say what I thought, without a filter. Which, so far, hadn’t been working out all that well. Especially with Earth men.

But these two were not human. God no. They were huge. Ronan was golden all over, every inch of him like a gilded god. And Kaed? He was tall, dark and dangerous. Dark caramel skin, dark hair and eyes. They both had the angular features of the Prillon race, not human looking, but humanoid and exotic. Intense. Probably seven feet tall, making me feel tiny despite my five-foot-nine inches, size eleven shoes and enough curves for two women. And then there was the non-stop, never-ending muscles. Chest muscles. Thighs. Back muscles. God, even their necks were lined with power.

And they were naked.

I glanced down.

Oh, yeah. And huge—huge—cocks.

I was about to cream myself just staring at Kaed’s cock. I wanted it inside me. Now. Stretching me open as Ronan positioned himself at my ass. I’d never done any kind of ass play before, never even considered it. Why would I if I had a hard time finding a guy who knew what to do with my pussy, let alone my ass.

But that was before the testing dream. It had been like an epiphany, a porno that had somehow told me what I really wanted. What I really needed. That dream came back full-force, my body more than willing to experience the bliss I’d felt in the testing, taking two cocks. Add that to Ronan’s magical mouth… god, I’d come within a minute. From oral. Fingers, too, but O.M.G.

I was ready to give them everything¸ all of me, just like in the bride processing dream. But all Kaed seemed to want to do was talk to me and argue with Ronan. With his cock all hard and pointing straight at me.

God.

Men.

Whatever. I was tired. I’d transported halfway across the galaxy—well, really, really far. I actually had no idea where I was in comparison to Earth. So, I’d gone through all the testing, transported—excited to arrive and be claimed by two sexy hunks who instantly adored me. Instead? Well, I’d spent all of last night—my last night on Earth and in my bed—in fitful sleep wondering if I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life, then gone through about a million questions at the Brides Center, hours of physical and mental testing, the dream sex, transported across the freaking universe, arrived in the middle of a medical emergency after what looked like a nasty battle—which kind of freaked me out—and for what?

For these jerks to fight over me like they were hungry wolves and I was just a piece of meat? The alpha wolf didn’t really want me, but he didn’t want to let Ronan have me either.

My primary mate hadn’t even really touched me yet. I didn’t count his carrying me from the transport platform. That had been duty… not desire. Not once had I felt his touch as a caress. Not one kiss. Nothing. No compliments. No smiles. Nothing. He’d scowled, complained about my presence, made it known he was not happy that I was in danger. But nothing intimate. Personal. He’d barely spoken to me at all.

Pathetic. And disappointing. Very, very disappointing.

My eyes burned. My throat closed up.

Tears? Damn it. I was even more tired than I thought.

“Look. Forget it. Get out of my way.” I shoved at the commander’s chest—I couldn’t call him Kaed right now, not when he was being so distant—and tried to step past him.

“No.” His hand wrapped around my waist, the touch electrifying. His arm was hard as a rock, not letting me pass but not trapping me either. The arm was more like a command to stay right where I was, an extension of his will.

Enough. I was too far past exhausted to care what came out of my mouth, and too frustrated with my needy body to try to maintain control. The testing dream had been so amazing. It was probably stupid to think that the three of us would all be so content and connected and happily-ever-after instantly. But this weird tension between my mates? I didn’t understand it. If they didn’t want to share a mate with one another, then why had the commander chosen Ronan to be his second? And if the commander didn’t want a mate at all, why did he go through the testing? He had to be in their system for me to be matched to him. Right?

“Maybe the matching program made a mistake.” My sigh was deep, and it hurt, crushing my chest as the air left my lungs. Not only did he not appear to want a mate—other than the erection, which could be written off as purely biological—he hadn’t been attentive or comforting or caring. At. All. Completely naked, I had transported into a mess, blood and wounded warriors—I’d held my own, kept my cool—and he’d acted like he didn’t want me around. Not then. Not now, when he had a curvy, naked woman in his shower.

Aroused, willing woman shows up, begging him to claim her, and what?

I thought I’d be riding his cock with my back against the wall, screaming his name by now. That’s what I’d really, really wanted to be doing. Not this. Not holding back tears and wondering if I’d made the biggest, most colossal, mistake of my life. The walk of shame back to Earth was pretty fucking far.


Tags: Grace Goodwin Interstellar Brides Program Fantasy