The warrior behind me tilted my chin up, warm hand around my throat a blatant mark of ownership. Around us I heard male voices chanting, at least six, perhaps seven, watching.
No, witnessing this claiming. My mates’ honored chosen, sworn to protect me. They would watch…
Before my mind could follow that path, the male at my back slipped a finger into my aching pussy and I gasped, arching against him.
“So wet, mate. Are you ready for us?” His pleasure at my eagerness thrummed through our link, the mating collar I felt wrapped around my neck. Somehow it connected us. All three of us. How? I had no idea. I just felt.
My mind again surged forward, creating a haze of confusion as I processed the other woman’s thoughts. Three of us? I had two mates? Did I want two mates? Two mouths. Four hands.
Two cocks.
And one of them had a finger in my pussy.
God, yes. It was all I could think about, melting into a puddle of need between two hard Prillon warriors. My warriors.
Which is how I knew that my primary male was watching us, his cock hard and heavy with need, holding himself back to prolong the pleasure of this moment. His emotions, his lust, were drowning me, overwhelming both of us through the collars as my second mate pumped his thick fingers in and out of my pussy. I wanted them to fuck me, claim me, make me theirs. Now. I was ready to surrender, give them everything, scream in pleasure in front of the whole damn ship if I had to.
I needed them. Inside me. I needed to come.
Need. Need. Need.
Anxious, I tried to reach for him but found my arms tied loosely above my head, not stretched, just…out of their way. It made no sense, but it seemed I wasn’t supposed to have any control.
I needed to feel. Nothing else.
I was naked, the warm air moving lightly over my skin, cool against the wet heat of my open pussy. I was positioned like I was sitting in a chair, but there was no seat. My legs were spread wide to either side of my body, my thighs and most of my weight on a support I could not see, ass hanging out and over… a swing, open and bare. A swing? I didn’t understand, but I didn’t need to.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?” God, the growl in that voice almost made me come. My second mate stopped moving his fingers, his grip tightening, just enough, on my throat. My pussy clamped down on those fingers and I moaned. I needed more.
I licked my lips. “I accept your claim, warriors.” And please fucking hurry! I knew they could feel my eagerness through our mating collars, the psychic connection linked us in a way I didn’t understand. I could feel their need as if it were my own. Their desire. Possession.
Love.
God, yes, there was love there.
And just that fast, Erica Roberts of Earth didn’t exist anymore. I gave in completely, sank deeper into the dream. Felt. I didn’t want to leave this place, these warriors. This feeling. Not ever.
“Then I claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior besides my second who dares to touch you.” My primary male spoke the vow with a voice I had never heard before, so solemn. He meant what he said. He would kill to protect me.
He stepped between my open thighs and my second mate removed his fingers from deep in my pussy, using the wet digits to spread my pussy lips, to open me up for his primary male’s cock. As the first filled me, the mate at my back spoke his own vow. “You belong to us now. You are mine, and I am yours. I will die to protect you and our offspring. Kill to protect you. Mine. Forever, mate.”
I cried out as the first male surged forward, his way eased by my eagerness and the assistance of my second. I was stretched open, filled. When he was fully seated, deep and thick, my secondary male moved his hand to my ass, pulling gently on the plug I hadn’t noticed. How had I missed something so carnal? So… daring. It came free easily, and my second pushed his fingers deep into my ass. I gasped at the intrusion, of feeling so full. I’d never had someone even play with my ass, let alone fill it. Not with a small plug or a finger, but fingers. Plural.
I clenched down, breathed through the intensity of it.
I was wet there, whatever lubricant he had used working so well I all but begged him to start fucking me. I had no idea it could feel so good.
But I didn’t want his fingers; I wanted his cock. I wanted both of them inside me. Deep. Together. Fucking me. Making me theirs. “Please. Please. I need you.” I begged. I didn’t care. They were mine, totally and completely mine. There was no shame in me, no holding back. “Pleeeease.” I jerked against the bonds around my wrists, clamped down with my pussy muscles on the huge cock inside me.
The chanting stopped. I had all but forgotten our witnesses, too distracted by my mates to care about anything but us. “May the gods witness and protect you.”
The words barely registered before the mate in front of me claimed my lips, kissing me like he wanted to devour me.
I wanted that too.
At the same time, my second mate positioned his cock at my back entrance, carefully but with intent, pushed forward, opened me. Filled me.
I groaned into the kiss, shifted my hips, tried to anyway, so I could rock back and forth. Fuck myself on their two hard cocks.