I curled my finger, beckoning her over. With my other hand, I gripped my cock and stroked it. She came toward me slowly, her gaze on my moving hand.
“You have two mates. Two cocks to satisfy.”
She looked to Ronan, who’d remained quiet and watchful through our argument.
I grabbed my desk chair, which had been knocked out of the way, dropped into it, continuing to stroke my hard length. “Lift up that dress and climb on.”
Her eyes widened and I watched as she transformed from disgruntled and aggravated mate back to aroused and eager. Her temper flared as hot as her pussy.
We watched as she slowly lifted the dress. Ronan opened his pants, pulled out his cock. She moved close, ready to climb into my lap.
I shook my head. “Turn around.”
A little frown formed, but she complied. I grabbed her hips, saw my handprint still on her ass. “This way.”
She caught on quickly, backing up and sitting on my lap, getting her legs positioned over mine, facing away from me. Her feet didn’t touch the ground so I gripped her hips, lifted her up so I could align my cock at her entrance, then lowered her down. She surrounded me, one hot, tight inch at a time.
Ronan moved to lean his hips against my desk.
Only when I was fully seated did I use my feet to wheel my chair closer to Ronan. He spread his legs wide so I could move close, so close that Erica was aligned perfectly to tip her head down and suck Ronan off.
She did. She sucked. I fucked. Ronan tugged at her hair.
We didn’t last. None of us could hold back our orgasms. We’d been primed, eager. I’d heard of make-up sex from Chloe, but had never experienced it before. The intensity of it. The shared need. But it was even more powerful now, for Ronan and I both knew we would be sending her away. This would be the last time we were together like this for a while. Perhaps she sensed our tinge of desperation, for she came with a moan, nothing more, for she was swallowing as much of Ronan’s cock as she could.
Her inner walls milked and clenched, dripped her arousal all over me.
And that had me coming, filling her, my cum seemingly never ending.
Ronan growled, bucked his hips up and I watched her throat work to take it all.
She lifted her head, licked him clean as I raised her up and pulled out, held her close as Ronan righted his pants. I handed her off when he was done and did the same. She was quiet and compliant. Thank the gods. And I loved seeing her like this. Content. Sated.
Coated in my seed.
We stood, went out of my office and down the corridor. She didn’t question where we were headed, probably because she thought we were returning to our quarters for more.
But we weren’t. She only stirred when we were almost to the transport room.
“This isn’t the family area. The wall isn’t brown.”
We didn’t say anything, just went into the transport room and right up onto the pad. “Lock in coordinates to Prillon Prime as previously directed,” I ordered.
Ronan kissed the top of her head. “Ronan!” she said, quickly understanding.
I went up to her, kissed her. “Your safety is crucial. We can’t do our jobs if we worry about you, about a possible child.”
“Wait a minute, you can’t send me back to Earth!”
“You are going to Prillon Prime where you will be safe until this battle is over.”
“I should be with you,” she countered.
Ronan stepped off the pad. I took one step back and she followed. Holding out my hand, I stopped her, kept her on the pad.
“Engage transport lock,” I said, yanking my hand back. I knew she’d resist and had prepared for this, warned the tech to be ready to use the transport lock which kept whomever was transporting from leaving the pad. It was used for criminals, or those we needed to ensure wouldn’t refuse transport, or to ensure they went from one pad to the next without incident.
I had to wonder if it had been used on a mate before, but I would see her safe. She would be with Prime Nial in seconds.