“I couldn’t bear to claim you and then leave your side. Roark knew I was done. The I.C. knew. I needed two days to finish debriefing on Prillon Prime. I was going to ask you to be mine forever when I returned.”
Was that possible? The anger drained out of me and all that was left was the pain. But even that information wasn’t enough. Not anymore. “Trist is mine, Brax. I underwent testing and was matched to a Prillon warrior. I need him. I want him. I can’t go back to Trion, and I don’t want to.”
At my declaration, Trist’s hand splayed over my waist in a blatant show of possession, but I didn’t object. It was exactly where I wanted to be… in his arms. Belonging to him.
And if that wasn’t enough?
I told that small, irritating voice to be quiet. He wasn’t the end of the line for me. No. I would have another mate, another sexy, dominant, alpha mate to love me. To adore me. To actually want to be with me. A second. And I wanted two warriors. I wanted to be overwhelmed and drowning between two dominant males. The thought made me so hot I could barely function. And I couldn’t have that with Brax.
Brax raised his gaze, not to me, to Trist. “And where is your second, Prillon? You did not answer me.” Brax looked around the room, making quite an exaggerated show of it. “Shouldn’t he be here? Protecting your mate from me?”
“I have not yet chosen a second.” Trist went from relaxed to alert so quickly my mind spun with the rapid switch in his emotions.
Brax held Trist’s gaze and rose once more to his feet. “I would be your second.”
Trist pulled me back so that I was beside and a bit behind him. “Don’t even think about it, Trion. You are a doctor, not a warrior. You are small. Weak. You hurt Miranda. You are not worthy of my mate.”
Brax’s smile was pained, the deep lines at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth new. “You are correct. She is priceless beyond measure. And I did hurt her, although that was never my intention. I was a fool. I am not worthy of her, Warrior. Neither are you.”
Trist grumbled his agreement, but Brax continued.
“I am neither small nor weak. While I am a medical doctor, I am a trained fighter, a former officer in the Coalition Fleet Intelligence Core. I have fought. I have killed. But know this, I would die for her, kill for her…” His gaze drifted to mine. “I would even share her, Captain, if that’s what she needs to be happy.”
The idea of Brax being my second mate made my head spin and my heart race inside my chest.
Was it possible? What would Trist say? He’d said before that I could choose a second, but I hadn’t wanted to try to choose from a spaceship full of strangers. But Brax wasn’t a stranger.
The thought was in my mind now, and I couldn’t stop imagining myself naked, adorned and being taken by both of them.
Jeez. Was I actually panting with need? That was embarrassing. I cleared my throat and tried to focus on the conversation the two males were having. I’d missed some of it already, my ears ringing. Was this panic? Shock? Fear? Was I losing my mind? Imagining things? Was this a dream?
My body didn’t think so. Everything felt heavy. Heat reached my core and every beat of my heart was sending throbbing pulsations through my wet pussy. I was in pain from want. From need.
Brax was talking… “Let me guess, Warrior. You were fucking her, filling her pussy. She was going wild, riding the edge, but just couldn’t come. Her orgasm remained out of reach, as if she needed something more.”
“Oh, God. Stop talking.” I did not want to be here for this conversation.
Trist, however, was powerfully interested in what Brax was saying. I felt his confusion, his intense curiosity, through our collars. “Continue, Doctor. Tell me what you know of my mate.”
“She needs her lover to take control, take away her indecision. Her guilt. Her doubt. She needs to be set free from the fear of making the wrong choice, of trying to determine what her lover wants or needs. She needs to surrender completely. To submit.”
Brax’s words made me shiver. Was that how he thought of me? Was I weak? Indecisive?
I thought of my time with Trist, of how he’d pounded into me, my body on fire. Of how he’d grown frustrated, demanding I tell him what I needed. I couldn’t. Only when he’d held me down and told me to come, ordered me to let go, had I been able to ride my orgasm and give myself to him completely.
Brax knew me. It was true. He’d created a monster in me, a monster who needed things I wasn’t sure Trist would be comfortable with.
Trist’s next words shocked me, but not as much as the smugness coming at me from the collar. “I became aware of my mate’s needs last night. I assure you, Doctor, there are many worthy Prillon males on this ship more than capable of satisfying her desire for a dominant male, warriors who would be honored to join me in accepting her submission and surrender.” His voice was pure, molten heat. Sex. Raw and untamed.
I clamped my legs together and rubbed my breasts against Trist’s side. Were they trying to kill me?
“I want you. I want both of you.” The words left me before I thought to censor myself.
Trist turned and looked down at me. I knew he could feel my arousal. I’d never been in this state before, at least not standing in a room, fully clothed. If one of them touched me now, kissed me, brushed against me? I was on the edge already. Ready to come.
Ready to submit to both of them.
Trist lifted a hand to my cheek and stroked me with such gentleness I swayed, ready to rip my clothes off. “You want this? Me? And him?”