Like her.
She licked her lips, whispered, “Th
ank you.”
“It is a shame I will rip it to shreds, but the S-Gen machine can make you another.”
“What?” she asked. “Why? I like this dress.”
I gave her hair a little tug. Nothing painful, but it was time to assert my dominance. I was her primary male and she would know that. “Because we have learned from Commander Phan that you have not been properly satisfied.”
She did not deny it, and my cock pulsed with pain.
“Kaed, I just—”
“It is our fault,” Ronan said from behind me. He moved to stand beside us as he traced the line of her neck with a finger. He touched her, but his eyes were on me, the question—no, demand—clear. He wanted to collar her. Here. Now.
She shivered again, and I knew she would let us take her with or without the collar. “We are going to make sure you know who your mates are, female.” My hand roamed the softness of her hip and outer thigh, moved up to cup her large breast. I wanted to rip the dress to shreds to reach her bare skin.
“We didn’t realize how needy your pussy was,” Ronan added, correctly interpreting my lack of an answer as my answer. We’d fuck her now, get her to safety, and figure out the rest later. My feelings on burdening Erica with my emotions had not changed. I carried darkness and death. I did not wish that for her.
“My—what? No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Perhaps you were matched to us because you needed not one mate, but two. We can satisfy your insatiable need,” I vowed.
“Here?” she squeaked. “Anyone could walk in.”
She wasn’t denying her need, or protesting the fact that we would fuck her… dominate her, here and now. But she didn’t want us to be discovered. For now. I had no doubt she would not mind being witnessed, for the testing would not have matched us had she felt otherwise.
Ronan reached out, slapped the wall beside the door and engaged the lock. This would be the only concession we made.
“She will need her dress. After,” Ronan reminded me, not stating that she would transport immediately after, and neither of us wanted her to be naked. Even being sent to the ruler of all of Prillon Prime, I would not send her vulnerable and bare. Showing her off while fucking, letting others see the beautiful female that was ours and ours alone, was one thing.
It was tradition for an Interstellar Bride to arrive to her Prillon warriors naked and unashamed. But now that she was mine, I found myself increasingly unwilling to share her beauty with the rest of the galaxy.
Ronan was right. I would not tear her dress, for I had no S-Gen machine in my office to prepare her a replacement. Grabbing the long hem, I raised the dress, higher and higher still until it bunched in the front at her waist. With the hand I removed from her hair, I cupped her pussy, found it bare. Wet. Despite what I’d thought, the thick smears of seed that had coated her last night were gone, even along her inner thighs.
I growled and her eyes, which had fallen closed, flared wide at the sound.
“Your pussy is empty, mate,” I said. “Where is our seed?”
“I… I took a shower.” She gasped and rolled her hips as I slipped one finger inside her, reveled in how she responded.
“Really?” I asked, slipping my hand from between her legs. “To erase our touch from your body? To forget whose bed you slept in last night?”
“No.” Her mouth fell open, then her eyes changed. The haze of lust lifted as they narrowed and went cold. “What is your problem, Kaed?”
“You speak of being unhappy, mate. But not with us, your mates. With Chloe Phan, an outsider. She is not a member of this family. She is not ours.”
Erica shoved at my chest, but I did not move. Not one inch.
“You sent her to me. A friend from Earth. You expect me not to speak of being here? It’s not like I told her how big your cocks are. I do have some discretion.”
“Tell us what you need,” Ronan said. “We will fix it.”
“How? You think a good, hard fuck will solve all my problems?” Erica’s fury spiked, as did her heart rate, the scent of her arousal filling my office to the point that even Ronan growled.
I grabbed her hand, pulled her over to my desk. With an aggressive swipe, I cleared the surface, picked her up and sat her upon it.