“Are you serious?” That was stupid. I told them as much. “Aren’t you both mine? I don’t want to look at my child and think—Oh, that’s Kaed’s baby—and Oh, that one is Ronan’s. I don’t want that. Are we a family or not?”
Why were we having this conversation now? Now, with Ronan’s cock inside me and Kaed’s eyes focused on my breasts, the taste of his cock still thick on my lips?
Ronan held perfectly still, waiting for Kaed’s answer as much as I. We were both at Kaed’s mercy, it seemed, unless I wanted to walk away from these mates and chose another primary male. But even then, according to Warden Egara, I would have to wait thirty days. That might break my heart. I’d only been here a few hours, and I already wanted to keep them. Both of them.
And Kaed had come inside me. His seed made Ronan’s passage easier. I could get pregnant from this first time. Warden Egara had offered me birth control, but I didn’t want it. I was pushing thirty and I was ready. She said it was up to me, that Prillon males never said no to a child. Ever.
Seemed that was wrong, too. They shared my body, but I had to take turns making babies with them? That felt wrong. I didn’t want to live like that. Maybe if I had three dark-haired little ones in a row, I’d take some time and try to go for gold, but right now, I didn’t want to think like that.
“You’re both commanders, you make the rules,” I practically shouted at them.
“We are a family,” Kaed said, finally. “Give our mate what she wants, Ronan. Fuck her. Fill her with your seed. Our child will be loved and protected regardless of whose seed takes root.”
I couldn’t stop my smile, or the jiggle of my hips as I teased Ronan closer to orgasm. This was huge. I wasn’t sure how or why they had this custom, but I felt the significance of Kaed’s concession, even if I didn’t fully understand it. Why shouldn’t Ronan enjoy this same pleasure? Why was there a value difference between the two of them?
“Thank you, mate,” I replied. “You just made me very happy.” And if I’d had the collar I was promised around my neck, he would know that.
Maybe they had to order them? Or wait? Maybe they had to claim me first? Fuck me? Make sure we were compatible? I didn’t know, and this wasn’t the time to ask, because we’d been talking waaaaayyy too much with Ronan’s cock deep inside me and Kaed’s thick cock so close to my lips.
Leaning forward so Ronan could fuck me harder, I moved myself deeper into Kaed’s lap, took his cock in one hand and his heavy balls in the other. “Now I will make both of you very happy, mates.”
Ronan fucked me then, hard and fast and deep, his driving thrusts moving my mouth over Kaed’s cock as he took me. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. Groans intermingled with gasps.
“Touch her clit, Ronan,” Kaed ordered. “Make her scream around my cock.”
Mouth full of thick, hot cock, I could only moan and writhe as Ronan’s hand slipped around my ass to my hip. Lower.
Then he was fingering my clit as he moved, driving me to distraction. The object in my bottom only added to all the sensations bombarding me.
My scream was muffled by Kaed’s hard length, but he must have felt it as Ronan pushed me over the edge. Hot, wet cum filled my pussy and my mouth, filling me, marking me. I knew that’s how these alpha males liked to think of it. I was very much theirs now.
But to me it was the opposite. They were mine. That cum was mine. Their cocks were mine. They gave me their seed, their essence, but held back the deepest darkest parts of their minds. They didn’t give me their collars, or their hearts. And that was totally unacceptable when I was willing to give them everything.
But I had time. Eventually, my stubborn warriors would give me what I wanted. A collar. Our connection. A real mating.
They were mine, even if they didn’t know exactly what that meant.
They would learn not to mess with an Earth girl.
9
Erica, Personal Quarters, Battleship Karter
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I stared out the window at all the stars. There was nothing to see but blackness and… the entire universe. The lights in the room were dimmed, set by either Kaed or Ronan before they left. I vaguely remember being kissed on the shoulder and told to sleep, that they needed to go to the command deck.
I had no idea what that meant, and at the time, had been too tired to care. They could be belly dancers and I wouldn’t have minded. Maybe it was the amazeballs sex or the road-trip across the galaxy, but I barely remembered what happened after coming all over Ronan’s cock with the taste of Kaed’s seed on my tongue.
Sex had never been that good… or that disappointing. I bit my lip, the sting meant to drive back the stupid, worthless tears forming in my eyes. The sex? Awesome. Unreal. Completely off the charts. Out of this world. Ha! But our mating? I wasn’t so sure about that. I still remembered the way Kaed had looked at me in the shower, how he’d conveniently forgotten to give me his collar, despite the fact that I’d told him—told them both—that I wanted the connection, that closeness. I wanted them to claim me.
Maybe I was too tired to think straight. I remembered that they’d wrapped themselves around me in bed, made me feel safe and warm and completely protected. I’d never felt so exhausted or content in my life.
I’d slept and slept hard.
And when I woke up? Space. Beautiful. Magnificent. Brilliant. No light pollution or haze. Just me staring out this window at the stars.
For the first time in my life, after countless hours looking up, I finally felt like the stars were staring back.