Sambor’s lips settled against the curve of my neck where it met my shoulders, and I was once more pleased with my decision to put my hair up and out of the way as a shiver raced through me. I was sure he could see and feel the goose bumps on my skin.
“Two days then. So, my lady, along with orgasms, exactly what do you want with us?” Niklas asked, his gaze locked on mine as Sam’s lips lingered and desire rocketed through me. “Have you been with two males before?”
“No.”
“Are you a virgin, Lucy?” Sam whispered, his breath fanning my ear. His hands didn’t move from where they rested atop the curves of my hips, and the heat seemed to be amplified by the fact that Nik watched. These were warriors, not schoolboys. They were aliens. Protective. Obsessive. I’d seen how Maxim and Ryston were with Rachel. Hunt and Tyran with Kristin. I knew this could go sideways if I wasn’t careful.
“No. I’m not a virgin. I want sex. Hot sex. And yes, orgasms. Ones I don’t have to give myself. Then I want to go home.”
Sam chuckled and the sound felt like it vibrated through my skull. “You want to use us for your pleasure and walk away?”
Well, when he put it that way, I sounded like a total piece-of-shit human being. But yes, that was exactly what I wanted. “On Earth, we call it a one-night stand.” I cleared my throat, more nervous than I wanted to think about. “I guess, technically, I want two nights—and a date to the royal ball. But then I’m going home.”
Sam wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his chin now resting on my shoulder as he looked at Nik. “I have no problem with that. Niklas?”
Nik looked from Sam to me, and his gaze locked with mine as the heat of Sam’s entire body melted me from behind. His hard cock pressed to my back, and I held off a groan by sheer force of will. I wanted this. Them. The males on The Colony were sexy, amazing warriors, but none had managed to make me feel as much as Nik and Sam had in the last few minutes.
I was in trouble here. I knew it. I just wasn’t sure how much. I’d been bold and brave and propositioned them and taken them to my room. I did not want to walk away. I wanted to get naked, touch them everywhere, taste them. Sleep between them and know I was totally and completely protected. Safe. Wanted. I needed to feel beautiful and desired and like a woman instead of a nanny. At least for a couple of days. I didn’t want to go to one more stupid event as Olivia’s and Wulf’s third wheel. I needed a break from taking care of everyone else. Making others look pretty. For once I wanted to do something for myself.
“Niklas?” Sam lifted his head and removed his hands. Suddenly the room chilled, and I shuddered at the loss of his heat. The green and gold dress I wore was fairy-tale princess gorgeous, but it wasn’t thick. In fact, the soft material clung to every curve but didn’t do much to hold in the heat.
Nik didn’t look at Sam. He still watched me. “We are males of worth. Of honor. Based on your words, you are not ours to claim. If you want as you described, my lady, we are at your service. You must take what you need.”
“Thank the gods.” Sam’s statement was followed by the sounds of him eagerly removing his boots. Armor hit the floor next.
All while Nik’s gaze locked with mine. There was a challenge in his eyes. A dare. He waited for me to do just as he’d said. I had to take what I needed. I was in charge.
I licked my lips, lifted my chin and said, “Take off your clothes, Lord Niklas. I want to look at you.”
Slowly he stood to remove his dark blue tunic. My mouth practically watered as he revealed sculpted abs and a massive chest. Definitely not a desk jockey.
Heart pounding, I looked over my shoulder at a nearly naked Sam. He’d left some sort of soft underpants on, something that must have been beneath his armor. His golden body was even more massive, more muscled—like that was possible. And his cock? It strained against the black fabric like a wild thing aching to break free.
“You too, Sam. Stand over there.” I pointed to the spot next to Nik. “I want to see both of you.”
Sam looked at Nik for permission to move, which both fascinated and annoyed me. I narrowed my gaze at Nik, feeling my feminine power now. “I told him to move. He might be your second, but I thought I was in charge here.”
Nik’s gaze darkened even further, the copper turning a burnt color I’d never seen before, but it made my pussy clench with heat. Teasing him, taunting the beast was fun.
It seemed he liked it, too.
“I will allow you to set the pace, my lady, to take what you need from us, but you were never in charge.”
Shit, that was true. They could dominate me. Good and bad. They weren’t because it was Nik’s choice to allow me to guide them. To take what I wanted.
“I allow you to set the pace, but your pleasure is mine.”
Double shit. I’d said I wanted orgasms from them. I was at their mercy, no matter how bossy I was.
Fine. I had some ways to make his control crumble. I reached for the ties that loosened my dress. Pulled them. Held my arms over my head like a goddess as the fabric slid silently down my body to pool at my feet. Beneath, I wore a strapless lace push-up bra and G-string panties. Green, to match my dress. And my eyes.
The Coalition’s S-Gen machine came in handy after one learned to use it properly.
Neither male moved as they took in the human underwear. They both looked—dumbstruck.
I smiled. God, did this feel good. They hadn’t said a word about the freckles that covered my legs and back. And unlike some of the other ladies, I had decided to keep a nice little landing strip down there.
They hadn’t seen that. Yet. They stood side by side, shirtless. Hard cocks straining against the fabric. That kind of reaction couldn’t be faked, and the dark spots of pre-cum wetting their clothes made me feel even more powerful. They were mine right now. To do with as I pleased. The high-and-mighty lord of Prillon Prime had spoken, and I believed him.