There was a shuffling sound and Commander Karter spoke again, but his voice was quiet, as if he was speaking to someone behind him. “Tell Earth to go ahead and initiate transport.”
“Earth?” I asked.
“Your matched mate will arrive in a matter of hours, Captain. Congratulations.” The commander sounded pleased, but my heart was like a lead weight in my chest as my body filled with dread. Oh shit. Battling a Hive integrated Atlan hadn’t been as bad as this.
An Interstellar Bride.
From Earth.
“Send her back,” I blurted.
Dorian turned in his seat and pulled off his helmet, his golden eyes huge with shock. “What the fuck are you talking about, Mills? A bride is a gift.”
“Not for me.” I looked at the control panel as if I could will the commander to obey me. “Send her back, sir. I can’t accept a bride.”
“That is not your choice to make, Captain.” The commander’s voice was hard now, all levity gone at my response to what any Prillon warrior would accept with great joy. “You have been tested and assigned a matched mate. Your bride will have thirty days to accept or reject you. The choice is out of your hands. Your mate has all the power now, Mills. I suggest you get back to the Karter and have your head examined. Dock 3.”
“Yes, sir.” Dorian responded half a second before the line went dead. He turned to Trinity. “Can you take us in?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do it.” He stood and grabbed me by the arm and tugged me out of the cockpit area. “Mills, come with me.”
2
Chloe Phan, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Miami
Lips roamed over my belly. My bare belly. A soft brushing and then a flick of the tongue. Heat swamped my senses and I felt the rough shock of whiskers as he turned his head, his breath fanning across my sweaty skin.
My fingers were tangled in his hair. When had I done that? I didn’t remember sliding them through the silky strands. Tugging. Then again, I didn’t remember a guy being on his knees before me, learning my taste, my feel.
“I can smell your desire.”
My scent. Holy shit, his hands cupped my bare bottom and pulled me in so his mouth could go…there.
“Oh!” I cried. My vocabulary was gone. Why? Because he had a very skilled tongue.
“Step nice and wide for me, mate. I want access to this pussy of mine.”
The growl was rough. Deep. Etched with sharp arousal.
Unlike guys I’d been with in the past who hadn’t found my clit with a headlamp and a compass, he found it with laser precision, flicking over the swollen flesh ever so lightly. Just the slightest slide on the left, across the top and back and my head fell back in surrender.
I was wet. Eager. Empty.
Maybe he was a mind reader as well as a pussy-whisperer because a hand slid up the inside of my thigh and unerringly found my center, circled my entrance then slid two fingers inside.
“You’re so tight,” he growled.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulled him back into place. “Don’t stop.”
Yeah, that was me. Begging.
I felt him smile against my most sensitive flesh.
“She likes this.”
I did. I liked it a whole heck of a lot, but I wasn’t sure why he was speaking to me in third-person.
“I can see that.”
A voice came from just over my shoulder as hands came around to cup my breasts. Hands not belonging to the guy eating me out. I knew this because his hands were still on my butt.
These new hands were big, tanned, with a smattering of dark hair on the backs. I could feel a hint of callouses on the palms as they lifted and learned the weight of my breasts.
“Yes.” I arched my back. I’d never been with two guys before, but this felt right. Somehow, I knew they were mine. And not just one hot night after hitting the bar kind of mine. But mine. As in forever.
The thought made me cry out and I heard their soft laughter.
“Yes, mate?” The man’s voice was at my ear. Gentle, but deep. Resonant with a hint of need and quite a bit of power. His hands mimicked that; his touch gentle, but the way his fingers were rolling and teasing my nipples, he liked control. Liked to dominate me, even with the slightest of motions.
And it worked. Yeah, my nipples were sensitive, always had been, but this guy knew exactly what he was doing.
Both of them did.
They quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm and they hadn’t done much. But then, I didn’t seem to be in control of my body. Or my mouth as I begged them to hurry, to take me. As I called them mate and told them I loved them.
And I did. The feeling welled up inside me like an explosion, so fierce and desperate I nearly choked on it.
Which made no sense, because they weren’t mine. I couldn’t even see their faces. And I hadn’t had a date in…well, a while. And never with two…
“Two males are better than one, don’t you think?” The man behind me spread his hand over my chest, holding me down as his partner pushed me harder, one finger sliding into my sensitive bottom as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit like his personal toy.
Had the man behind me not been holding me down, I would have bucked and crawled away. Their attention was too much. Too intense. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can.” He pinched my nipple, hard, just as the edge of orgasm had been about to rush through me. How he knew, I wasn’t certain, but I could feel his quiet attention. His need. His deep pleasure at seeing me submit to them both.
It was like we were connected.
And the man between my legs? I felt his emotions somehow. Knew he was determined to make me writhe. Scream.
Beg.
Oh, God. I was in soooo much trouble here. I should be freaking out. But this body, this strange woman’s body, succumbed to the bliss. Welcomed it. Was familiar with their particular brand of sensual play. She was coiled tighter than I’d ever been, the anticipation in her mind impossible to resist. She knew her orgasm was going to make her body explode, her toes curl, her mind float away. And she wanted it.
Which made me want it. So damned bad.
Which
