Her cries of pleasure, the way her pussy had clenched and dripped all over our cocks, her nails as they dug into my back. The way she writhed as she rode Sambor to her own satisfaction.
She’d used us so beautifully. And we’d allowed her to possess us, to take whatever she wanted, from our taste to the seed from our cocks.
Fuck, had we allowed her. I would have given her the blood from my veins last night.
Tonight Sambor and I would pledge her our lives. Our honor. Our protection. Tonight I would place the collar around her neck and we would know her mind, her heart, her desires.
During a moment of clarity, I’d sent a message ahead to one of my staff to deliver the collars to the transport room on Prillon Prime, and they’d been waiting for me, two dark Lorvar family blue collars, and one much smaller black collar for our new mate. I didn’t want to waste a moment be
fore going to Lucy.
Now, after transporting from IC, I stood before a locked door at the palace and gripped the collars in my hand, looked down at them as I had over the years. I’d waited for this moment when I would approach the female to be my mate and stake my claim. Our claim, for Sambor had waited equally as long.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, was just as distracted and eager. Almost ravenous for Lucy from Earth.
I looked to him. He nodded. I rapped my knuckles on Lucy’s door. Beside me, he took a deep breath. Exhaled.
“I told you I don’t want to do karaoke with—” Lucy’s words cut off when she saw us, the door bouncing off its well-oiled hinges and bumping into her hand, which was still sticking out.
Her green eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open. Clearly she hadn’t expected us. I watched her thoughts flit across her face before she put her hand to her head, then stepped back and slammed the door in our faces.
Sambor looked to me.
I frowned, knocked again. “Lucy.”
“Um… come back later!” she called, her voice muffled by the thick door.
“We are not coming back,” I said. She may have been in charge the night before, but not now. “Open the door, please.”
“I will if you come back later.”
“What is wrong, Lucy? Are you hurt?” Sambor asked.
“No. I’m fine. It’s just…”
I stared at Sambor and he shrugged.
“Open the door, Lucy, or your ass will have my handprint when you come next.”
She moaned.
“You are hurt. Move away from the door, Lucy. I am opening it to see to your safety.” Sambor’s words were laced with the same dominance as mine, but his held concern too. So much for me being the diplomatic one.
He turned the knob and slowly opened the door, cautious not to bump our mate. Sambor stepped in first and scooped her into his arms. I followed him over to the bed, where he sat, placing her in his lap. His hands roved over her body, and I looked but could find no injury.
“What hurts?” I asked.
She looked to me. “Nothing hurts.”
“Why did you moan?” Sambor asked as she swatted his hands away from her breasts. The way the nipples pebbled beneath her simple white shirt didn’t indicate they were injured. What had she done while we’d been gone?
She closed her eyes. “God, could this be any more embarrassing?”
“No injury is shameful,” Sambor said, lifting her up as if she were a doll so she stood before him. He spun her around in a circle, checking for something broken or bleeding.
“I moaned because Nik’s words were hot.”
Sambor stilled.