These lips. They’ll look gorgeous wrapped around my cock.
That was Voice Two.
This ass. I want to show off how you can take me there, so they see how perfect you are.
That was Voice Three.
Yes, three voices. Three guys were touching me, warming me up for not just a pounding, but a… God, what was it to be? My mind supplied the answer even though the thought confused me.
A claiming.
I had no doubt I was going to lose myself to them. Not just in pleasure, but in body.
And soul.
“Please,” I breathed the word, truly begging.
I gasped, my eyes popping open. I tried to catch my breath, but I had none. They’d pulled it from me just from their touches. Their promises. But they weren’t real. I wasn’t on a soft bed with three men. I was in a sterile room, restrained to a testing chair.
The Brides Processing Center.
Shit.
I blew out a breath to push my hair off my forehead.
“Are you all right, Miss Mason?”
It was Warden Egara who spoke. The mild, friendly tester stood from her chair, her tablet in hand.
I frowned. “I hate begging,” I grumbled.
She frowned but didn’t say anything.
“Are all dreams like that?” I asked. The metal that had kept my arms pinned to the testing chair slid back, and I sat up, wiping my face.
“Steamy?” she asked, a smile turning up the corner of her mouth.
I nodded.
“Yes.”
So, I wasn’t the only one who’d probably begged. A hot dream with three skilled men who knew how to touch me and what to say? Yeah, lots of women begged.
I was turned on, completely unfulfilled. Cranky, because of it.
“That’s downright cruel,” I told her.
She laughed, the sound soft and light. And that pissed me off even more.
“Some women orgasm from their testing and wake up from that.”
I narrowed my gaze at her. “Are you trying to make me hate you?”
I squirmed in the hard chair, tugged at the testing gown. It was a ridiculous hospital-style garment with little Interstellar Brides emblems all over it. Made of some kind of scratchy blend of materials that had me eager to ditch it, although I was naked underneath, which wasn’t a good alternative. I’d made a fool of myself enough, and I should have gotten an orgasm as payment like other women.
Grrr.
The warden sat back down at the plain table, her gaze upon her tablet.
“Your testing was successful.”
“Really?” I was surprised, and that surprised me. I’d come here to get the hell off of Earth, and this was the easiest way to do it. I wasn’t overly subordinate, so volunteering for the Coalition Fleet wasn’t a smart move. I’d volunteered to be a bride instead. I didn’t trust Earth men, or anyone else, for that matter.
“Yes, to Viken. You’re very lucky.”
I raised an eyebrow and waited.
“While your match is to one specific Viken male, they mate in threes.”
Three.
“Meaning three aliens.”
“Yes.”
So that was why I had that dream. I’d never ever thought of having sex with more than one guy. Sure, I wasn’t naïve enough to not know people shared, but I hadn’t. The idea wasn’t repulsive to me, I just hadn’t had the opportunity. But after that dream? Bring on the three Vikens. And soon because my pussy was wet and aching.
“Does this mean I can leave soon?”
She smiled. “I’m glad you’re eager for your mate.”
“You said mate, but you also said three of them. Which is it?” I asked, confused.
“You were matched to one Viken male. Their new custom is to claim a bride as a trio, one from each sector of their planet. It is possible you will only have one mate, but I suspect three.”
“I dreamed of three,” I admitted.
She offered a slight shrug, but a spark lit her eyes. “Lucky you. I can’t say with certainty, but I would guess you will have three.”
Three. Three mates. Holy fuck. Remembering the dream, it didn’t seem all that bad of a concept. “Works for me. I’m eager to get the hell off Earth.”
She looked down at her tablet. “You’ve volunteered. You’re not a convicted felon choosing an alternate to their punishment.”
“You don’t recognize me?”
I wasn’t vain, but I was famous. Sadly.
She looked up at me, studied me. “Ah.”
“That’s all you want to say? Ah? My family robbed thousands of people out of their retirement and savings. Destroyed lives. You don’t want to yell at me? Hate me?”
She looked at me with eyes that held not pity but understanding.
“From the news reports, you had no involvement in your family’s crimes.”
I squirmed in the chair. “No. My parents and brother live in New York. I’ve been living in California since college. I’m surprised you don’t know that.”
“I do, but I wanted to hear it from you.”
“Then you want to hear the rest of it? That while I was in college and grad school, my family created a pyramid scheme and stole millions from unsuspecting people? That we hadn’t been rich enough from my father’s hedge fund, and they were greedy enough to steal more?”
She shrugged. “To be honest, Miss Mason, I want to ensure you aren’t fleeing the planet to get away from a crime.”
I stood then, not caring that my ass was hanging out of the back of the stupid gown.
“I’m leaving the planet because I can’t get a job. No one will hire me. I’ve lost all my friends. I can’t walk down the street without people either jeering me, or a paparazzi camera shoved in my face. I’m never going to find a guy. My life is ruined all because of my family. I’m innocent, and no one cares. They’re out for blood, and
