Damn it, there he was again. But I shoved the thought away and focused on the golden color of Trist’s hair between my thighs. I reached out, ran my fingers through the silky strands. When his tongue did some magical swirl, I tugged, held him in place as I lifted my hips.
My body was all he ever wanted. When Trist said I was his priority, he meant it. When he said he’d fight for me, kill for me and die for me, he meant every damn word. I could feel his resolve as his mouth closed over me, as his fingers slipped inside my pussy and pushed me to come. He needed that from me, to know he could pleasure me, to be the one to provide everything, including orgasms.
I arched off the bed, unable to control the needy sounds coming from my throat as he found my G-spot, then curled his fingers.
“Trist.” I said his name, reminded myself that this was Trist, not Brax. My mate. He was mine. Really mine. His body was mine. His cock was mine. His heart would be mine, as well.
This total devotion from a mate was what I wanted, what I had been missing on Trion. Trist was everything I wanted. Why did I keep reminding myself of this?
And why did it hurt?
He growled and lifted his head, kissing his way up my body and leaving a sticky trail of my arousal along the way until he hovered over me, his huge cock pressing firmly against the opening of my wet pussy. When I thought he would push forward, he stopped instead, leaning over me. I looked up into his golden eyes and became paralyzed by the raw devotion I saw there. I rocked my hips and the head of his cock stroked over my folds.
God, these Prillon collars were intense. There would be no hiding anything from him. Not my fear. Not my need. My desire. One day, I hoped, my love.
As if he read the thought in my mind, his face softened. “I feel the pain inside you, Miranda. You’re here now, with me. I shall ease it. It is my duty. My privilege to make it go away. I shall do anything to see you happy. I vow that you will never need to feel it again. Not with me.”
That was it. I couldn’t stop the dam of tears I’d been holding back and they slid down my cheeks. He blurred and I blinked, trying to will them away. “I’m sorry. I need you. I didn’t mean to make you feel—”
His lips cut off my protest and I lost myself in the gentle exploration for long minutes. When I was a melted pile of goo, when my hands were gripping his tight ass and trying to get him to fill my aching pussy with his hard length, he pulled back and looked into my eyes once more. He would not go in, not yet, and in that moment, I realized, he was in charge. “You are mine, Miranda. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. I will hear about your past, mate. I will hear all of it. I will know what causes this pain.”
I shook my head until he kissed me again and I knew through our collar connection that he was holding back, that his body, this restraint, was causing him physical pain. I hurt so he hurt. His control was like a deep, dark pool of ice water inside him. He would not budge on this. He would demand I surrender every truth about myself. And his resolve soothed something in me I hadn’t understood was ragged.
In that moment, I knew his oath to me was unbreakable. One hour in and I was his and he was mine. All I had to do was say yes, accept his claim. The control, his unbreakable will, would surround and protect me. Always.
“I am yours, Trist,” I breathed. “Your mate. And you are mine.”
His body tensed and I felt the shift in his emotions at my declaration. He’d been like ice a moment ago. Now I felt an explosion building within his mind, a break in his control, not because he was weak, but because I needed him to take me. To be wild. To fuck me until I couldn’t remember my own name. “All of you, mate. Body and mind. I will not accept less.”
“What about my heart?” I asked, lifting a hand to run a fingertip down his cheek.
He tilted his head and kissed my palm. “That I will earn, but I shall have it.”
For a badass alien warrior, he was cute, in an apex predator kind of way. I told him so.
“I am not cute, mate.” With a grin that was borderline evil, he thrust forward. Slowly. Stopped halfway in me, enough to be stretched wide about him, opening for him, but not enough to be satisfied. No. No. No. Don’t stop.
He hovered, watching my face as he filled me, studying me, my reaction. I felt like he was learning me, learning what I liked, what I wanted.
But it wasn’t enough to have him opening me up, having my walls ripple and clench about him, trying to pull him deeper. I needed to feel like I was giving him everything. I couldn’t explain it, didn’t understand myself enough to ask him to do anything differently, so I lifted my arms above my head and held them there, exposing myself to him in every way. Giving myself over to him.
His eyes flared with understanding, and with one hard thrust, he filled me to the breaking point, the tip of his cock hitting deep inside me.
My head tipped back and I gasped. “Trist!”
My entire body shifted on the bed, my full breasts jiggled as the force of his thrusting moved me up and down on the bed. I did not move my arms. I let him have me, let him give me what he wanted, let him learn and sense what I needed on his own.
Harder. Deeper. I was on the edge and he held himself over me, watching me like a predator. I felt his pleasure, his admiration. He thought I was beautiful and wonderful. Exotic. I could feel his desire through the collar, just as he could probably feel my frustration. My need to come.
I was on the edge, riding the line to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. I needed… more. I writhed and panted, shifted and clenched my hands into fists.
“Tell me what you need, mate.” His order was half growl.
How could I tell him that I wanted him to be bossy, demanding? That my body was waiting for him to give permission for my release? That I wanted him to hold me down and spank me and put clamps on my nipples and my clit? How was I supposed to tell him that now? It was too much to throw down on our first time together. And when he had chosen a second, I was hoping it wouldn’t be an issue. Two hot mates. Two cocks fucking me and filling me.
The thought of riding two mates, taking them both at the same time, filled my mind and my body responded, getting wetter around him, one step closer. Just not. Quite. There.
“Ahhh.” The sound was half mindless need and half frustration on my part.