“What about y
our pleasure? Is it mine?”
“Yours, mate. As I am yours.” Fuck, I would come just standing here before her. I walked toward her, took her hand and led her into the bedroom. If we were going to talk, we could do it lying down. With her beneath me. Or with my head between her thighs.
If I had already chosen a second, we would both take care of her, use two mouths to arouse her, four hands to seduce, two cocks to fuck. Until then, I had her all to myself. I would give her myself in every way she needed. I paused, felt her. “Yes. Can you sense my answer? The collar about your neck connects our thoughts. I sense your desire. Your need. Can you not feel mine?”
Her hand went to the black collar, her small fingertips tracing the solid black line where it rested against her skin. Just seeing it about her neck set off a flare of possessiveness I never before imagined. Mine. This female was mine. If I were this eager for her now, what would I feel, how would I handle the feelings once my desire was echoed by my second? When we both ached to be with her. Fill her. Fuck her. Care for her?
“That’s from the collars? I thought… I mean, wow. Yeah, I can feel your need. God, that’s intense. It makes me… hotter.”
It was my turn to grin. “Yes, mate. That is how it is. How it will be. My need feeds yours, and in turn, yours feeds mine. I can sense your mood. Happiness. Sadness. Pain. Need. It is all there to be shared between us.”
“No doubts. No lies,” she added.
“None. I give you everything I am, female. And I demand the same from you.” I stood now, rising to stand before her naked body and touch what was mine. “You are mine. I will not tolerate secrets between us. I do not play games. I am a warrior of honor, and you are my mate.”
The declaration flared between us, the collars turning my simple statement into a feedback loop of surprising intensity. My female had needed to hear those words, needed them with a raging hunger I had not anticipated.
If it was reassurance she needed, I was more than happy to oblige. She would never doubt me, or my desire for her.
Turning both of us so that her back was to the bed, I gave her a gentle push between her breasts so that she fell back onto soft bedding. I dropped to my knees, and with my palms, opened her knees. Wider, then wider still. I could see her pussy now, the pink flesh that was wet for me. I felt her burst of arousal at being handled roughly. At me taking possession.
Gripping her slim ankles, I lifted her feet so they rested on the edge of the bed, splayed wide.
Leaning forward, I licked up her slit. She was too far away. Growling, I tugged her hips to the edge. “There. Now I can eat your pussy.”
“Trist!” she cried. “We’ve… god, we just met.”
I looked up her naked body and met her startled gaze. Her head was lifted so she could look at me. She tugged at my hold on her ankles, but not to escape. I didn’t sense any fear or panic. Only need. Surprise. Longing.
“Yes, and I am going to meet your pussy right now. With my mouth.”
I didn’t say more, only settled between her thighs. Licked her from puckered asshole to clit. Her hands went to my hair, tangled. Tugged. Her need went from a simmer to an inferno within seconds. Her hips shifted and rolled against my mouth. I settled one hand across her belly, pinning her in place. With the other, I slipped a finger inside her. Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect. I worked her, listening to her sounds to see what she liked. Felt her tremors when I flicked her clit, when I curled my finger over a specific spot inside her.
“Trist… holy shit.”
I grinned against her swollen flesh, breathed in her musky scent. I felt her through the collars, knew how she smelled, how she tasted, and I could sense how she liked to get off. She was mine to learn, to play like an instrument.
I gently licked her pussy as I reached down, opened my pants and pulled my aching cock free. It was too big for the snug confines. Pre-cum dripped onto my fingers, and I thrust my hips, eager to fill her. I would give her my seed. All of it, but she would come first.
“You will come, mate. Now.”
I went back to sucking and playing with her clit.
“You are so bossy, telling me when to…”
I interrupted with a soft swat to her inner thigh and deepened my voice to the one I used during the middle of an intense battle, the voice hardened warriors didn’t dare defy. Neither would she. “Now.”
With a wild cry, her pussy fluttered and squeezed my fingers as she let go. I shared the intense pleasure of her release through my collar. I’d never felt anything like it, the connection we shared because we were mates. It made me come as well, thick cum spurting from me, landing on the floor between my knees. I didn’t care. I was proud of the fact my mate could make me lose control. But even after my balls emptied, I was still hard, still ready to take her. I would not be satisfied until I filled her completely. Gods, I would not be satisfied… ever.
“Captain Trist.” The deep voice came through my quarter’s comms system directly following the notification bell.
“What?” I growled, my voice loud and harsh. I’d just come, my face was directly between my sweaty and sated mate’s thighs and I was being commed.
“Captain, you are wanted on the command deck.”
The voice was one I knew well, a support officer in the engineering department. I felt Miranda’s body tense beneath my palm where it rested on her belly. She looked down at me and I was angry. I felt her confusion, her sense of… resignation.