I felt Sam’s growing need to join us, to become one with us. “Fuck, Niklas. She said yes.”
Nik chuckled, kissed me hard and fast. “Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
Sam moved behind me, his lips brushing my ear. “You are mine as well. To love. To pleasure. To fuck. To protect. To adore and touch and need.”
I thrilled at their words, at the solemn tone of their emotions. This was more than a marriage. This was forever, a physical and psychic bond with two of the most amazing warriors I’d ever known.
Nik placed his hands on my hips and pulled me a bit forward, parting my ass cheeks open just enough for me to gasp. “Fuck her, Sambor. Make her ours.”
I imagined what was next, the heat of being surrounded, filled to bursting, coming as I rode both their cocks.
My pussy clenched. I threw my head back, and the sound that escaped my throat was not one I’d ever heard before.
“Fuck, she’s going to come just from your words,” Sam said, settling himself behind me, a hand on my hip.
“Yes, claim me,” I breathed. “Do it. God, do it now.”
Nik hooked my neck and pulled me down for a kiss, which arched my back, thrust my butt up for Sam.
Nik kept kissing me as Sam pressed against me, stroked my back and, while taking his time, insistently pressed into me. My body was no match for an eager male, and he breached my virgin ass with a silent pop.
I gasped against Nik’s mouth. He watched my face as Sam slowly and carefully worked himself inside.
“Fuck, she’s so tight. Perfect,” Sam said, his voice almost a snarl. With that, he spanked me. His hand came down on my upturned ass. Not hard but with some sting. It lit me up, got me wet. Made me moan.
“Breathe, mate. Good. We’re going to fuck you together. You’re going to come. I can feel it through the collars. I’m not going to last, you’re so fucking perfect. We’re going to fill you with our seed and then the collars will change to blue. You’ll be ours.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Nik thrust up into me. Sam retreated.
“Oh!” I cried. My eyes fell closed, and I reveled in the feel. Bit my lip at the strange sting, the intensity too much. It wasn’t painful but uncomfortable. Yet it felt so good. I knew both my guys were in me. I was connecting us, making us one. Their need, their desire, how good they felt came through the collars, and I couldn’t last. I didn’t want to. It was like an avalanche of feelings, building and sliding and overpowering.
I screamed my release, milking both their cocks. My nails dug into Nik’s shoulders, keeping myself anchored as if I would fly away.
Impossible, with both of them holding me.
Nik groaned, thrust up. Came, hot pulses of his seed filling my pussy. Sam didn’t last more than a few seconds longer, our orgasms leading to his.
I blinked my eyes open, looked to Nik. He was smiling, and I couldn’t help but offer a weary smile in return.
My gaze dropped to the collar about his neck, admired the brilliant, deep blue. I touched mine but couldn’t see it. “Did it work? Is it blue?” I needed to know. I didn’t want that damn thing to be black a moment longer.
“Mine,” Nik said.
Sam was still deep inside me, and he kissed my bare back. Brushing my hair forward and over one shoulder, he stroked along the back of my collar.
“Mine,” he repeated.
I was theirs. I knew it. Felt it. Nothing was going to change that. We’d proved that our love endured the worst nightmare imaginable. We’d survived.
We’d live happily ever after. Maybe I did have a fairy-tale life after all.
I rubbed the collar around my neck with a smile and spoke one word that was the absolute truth, about both of them. Forever.
“Mine.”