“It means, love, that when you are ready to be a mother, Niklas will be the one to father the child. Until then, I will content myself with fucking your mouth and your beautiful, perfect ass.”
“Is that a rule or something?” Lucy asked.
“A tradition,” Niklas answered at last. He looked to me. “Thank you, Sambor. I am honored.”
I nodded, pleased that Lucy’s reaction to being a mother had been joy and excitement. Gods be damned, but these collars would come in handy, help two clueless warriors know exactly what she needed.
“Isn't the public claiming also tradition? You’re an ambassador. You represent Prillon Prime,” she said, looking at Niklas. “You… you don’t want that?”
Having her breasts bare was a distraction. I felt Niklas’s need for our mate, and while this conversation was important, I wished he’d kept her shirt on.
Niklas reached out and gently cupped one of her breasts. I watched the pink tip harden as his thumb slid back and forth. “You do not wish to be publicly claimed,” he said.
He didn’t need to ask, as we could both sense her apprehension to that possibility.
Lucy’s eyes fell closed, her head tipping back, which made her breasts thrust out. Two mates, two breasts. I cupped the other.
“I do represent Prillon Prime, yes. What I do with my cock does not. If I wish to claim my mate in private, then the universe will have to come to terms with that.”
Her eyes popped open, but they were a little blurry with desire. “But you are important to Prillon Prime. I don’t want you to get into trouble. You… you could lose your job!” It was hard for her to talk with us playing. Fuck, she was soft.
“I do not discuss with Prime Nial what I do with my cock.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of that conversation.
“My duty is to you,” he continued. “Sambor, as my second, has the same responsibility. To satisfy and protect you. Nothing more.”
“You’d give up your jobs for me?” Tears filled her eyes.
“We give up nothing. We’re adding to our lives. Filling it. Enriching it,” I explained. “Without sharing these gorgeous breasts with anyone else. Or any other pink place on your body.”
A smile slowly spread across her face; then she looked at me. “Dr. Surnen and his second didn’t claim their mate publicly.”
As they were from The Colony, I was sure she knew their story firsthand.
“You see? It is custom, Lucy, not a requirement.” Niklas dropped to his knees before her, his eyes directly in line with her breasts. He leaned forward, put his mouth around one tip and sucked.
She moaned, tucked her fingers in his hair.
When he pulled back, he looked up at her, the nipple wet and shiny. “You are mine. Mine to share with Sambor and him alone.”
“Thank God.” She nodded. “I’m not sharing you… or your cocks with anyone else. If I wanted to do a livestream porno, I’d have done it on Earth.”
I didn’t know what a porno was, but I had a good idea of context. I narrowed my eyes, glanced at Niklas. His jaw was clenched tight.
“Anything you do, you do with us. In private,” Niklas said. “This porno you desire will be done and seen only by us.”
Her eyes widened and she held up a hand, but I felt… exhilaration. “Wait. You want to record it? To save it and… what, watch it later?”
I let my gaze rake over every inch of her nakedness, to think of watching a video record of us loving her, claiming her together, seeing—as many times as we wished—the moment our collars changed color… “Fuck, yes,” I growled, whipping off my shirt. My cock was eager to be free of my uniform pants.
“Now?” she questioned, although she knew the answer.
While I sensed Niklas’s anger at her being touched, seen or pleasured by another male, the turn of her lips and the lighthearted feeling emanating from Lucy had me cocking my head to the side.
“Now. We shall record the claiming and save it just for us,” Niklas said in his deep, diplomatic voice. He stood, scooping Lucy up in his arms as he carried her to her bed, set her upon it. He took off her shoes and socks and worked her black pants down her legs so she was bare.
Niklas growled, waved his hand over her body. “This will not be shared.”