Two who shared a woman together. Who planned to mate and claim one forever.
I might have picked up Nik and Sam at the party, but they weren’t planning on letting me go.
Not just that, they wanted me to wear a Prillon mating collar, an outward sign to anyone who saw me—them, too—that they were claimed. This… fling I’d planned to have wasn’t to be a secret.
They wanted everyone to know about us.
About whatever this was.
The girls had all been right. I’d brought human assumptions into bed and hadn’t believed my friends when they told me this was not going to go the way I’d planned.
My pulse was at stroke point, and I had that tingly feeling in my chest. The one where someone jumped out and shouted boo and made my adrenaline dump into my bloodstream all at once.
On Earth I’d dreamed of a guy who’d sweep me off my feet, one where there was an instant connection and I just knew he was the one. On The Colony, I watched all the couples who’d been matched through the Brides Program and knew they were perfect for each other.
Now I had two Prillon hotties with huge cocks and skilled hands and mouths who knew I was the one for them.
What was wrong with me?
Dreaming was one thing, reality quite another.
Yet…
I’d met them during the Electric Slide. They were horrible dancers but definitely made up for it in other ways. I’d have seen them at the party. I’d have approached them. I’d have propositioned them.
Why? Because I’d been drawn to them. Then and now.
I touched the collar about my neck, looked to Sam, who closed his collar about his neck. I knew from the girls who had them about the feelings that came from them and—
“Holy shit.”
I reached out and grabbed Nik’s arm, the powerful sensations coming from the collar overwhelming.
“Shh,” Nik said. “Breathe. It is intense at first, feeling me and Sam, sensing our need for you, our desire to make you ours.”
I looked up at Nik through my lashes, feeling how much he liked my exposed breasts, and Sam’s arousal and eagerness to fuck me.
“Good girl.”
My mind flashed to what Nik had said earlier, about a good-girl spanking, and I got hot all over.
Nik smiled when Sam groaned. “See? We’re just as overwhelmed by you, by your thoughts and desires.”
Sam’s big hands settled on my bare waist, slid down, hooking into the tops of my yoga pants on the way and baring me to them.
“You wear no undergarments when you dress this way,” Sam commented, and I felt as well as heard how much he liked it.
“No. Who wants to wear a bra or panties when you’re by yourself?” I asked, lifting my feet so he could tug the stretchy material free.
“Or with your mates,” Nik added.
I stood between them bare while they were fully clothed. Sam’s hands caressed back up my legs to cup the cheeks of my bottom. Then he spanked me. Lightly, but I startled. The sting was minor, but the heat that followed made me moan. I turned to him.
His pale eyes and wicked grin were lethal to my brain and any effort I had to resist them.
They wanted me. The collars clued me in. So did the bulges in their black pants. The look in their gazes.
“A good-girl spanking,” he murmured, then stepped back.