I sighed, and blinked at the warden. So, I wasn’t having an amazing, sexy threesome with two well-endowed men in a room full of observers. No, I was at the Interstellar Brides testing center. I was strapped into the testing chair and I’d just begged Warden Egara to give it to me.
“Can you please just transport me now so I never have to see you again?” I asked. With my wrists restrained to the arms of the very uncomfortable dentist-like chair, I couldn’t even cover my face.
In fact, I barely had my butt covered with the stupid hospital gown being open in the back as it was. I wiggled my hips. While my pussy was still heavy and swollen from my arousal and orgasm, I would swear I could still feel the size of the men’s cock stretching me wide in both…places.
But my mind was at war with what my body was feeling. There were no cocks. No hot men pulling my hair, pumping into me and making me come on command.
Instead, the female warden was petite, with dark hair pulled up off her neck in an official bun. Her red uniform had the insignia of the Brides Program on the chest and she had a look of a woman who was kind, but also on the job.
“I assure you, I’ve heard worse.”
I widened my eyes. “I can only imagine what other women have said.”
She turned away and moved to sit at the table before me, swiped at her tablet. For a minute, she was quiet, then she looked up at me, smiled. “From your words, it seems that you had two males in your dream. I can tell by your blush that’s the case.”
I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, or transport off planet.
“You’ve been matched to a warrior from Prillon Prime. Congratulations.”
“You seem very excited about this,” I replied. My palms were damp and I had nowhere to wipe them.
“I know firsthand that Prillon males are very virile. Possessive. Dominant.”
Yes, that summed up the guys in my dream, and I hadn’t even remembered their faces. Only their cocks.
“Firsthand? You were mated?” I asked.
The excitement diminished on her face. “Yes, but that was a long time ago.”
I knew from the program’s information that a match was for life, at least after the first thirty-day trial period. That meant that something terrible had to have happened to both of her mates for her to be back on Earth.
“Do you accept your match?” she asked next.
Did I want to stay on Earth and find a man? Hell, no. My work hunting sex offenders and traffickers had ruined me for any guy on Earth. What they did to women, and worse, children, had me avoiding all of them. Unfair? Yes. There were good guys out there, but I wasn’t wasting my time trying to find them among all the bad apples. Working for the FBI exposed me to the worst criminals and the underbelly of society. I knew I was jaded, untrusting and cold. I’d had to build a wall of ice around my heart to survive. The women and children I’d helped didn’t need me to be soft or needy. They needed me to be hard, merciless and vicious, just like the criminals I’d spent the last few years hunting.
And I’d played my part. Now I was broken.
No, I needed a fresh start on a planet where I wouldn’t look at every man and assume the worst. Why waste time trying to find a guy who wasn’t an asshole when I could get the perfect man—or two—with one efficient, well-proven matching test?
And it seemed I was to have two mates. God, I’d never even thought of the possibility before now. Why would I? I didn’t even want one Earth man, let alone two.
“I’m matched to one warrior from Prillon, but I get two mates?”
She cocked her head to the side slightly. “Yes, you are matched to one Prillon warrior, but they always claim a mate with a designated second. They warriors of Prillon Prime are well known to battle the Hive in deep space. They have a high rate of casualties and choose a second to protect their mate and care for any children in case the unthinkable happens.”
“In case they are killed in action?”
Her gray eyes were sad. “Yes. They would never leave their family unprotected. All Prillon warriors choose a second, a male they trust and respect. This second warrior will be just as devoted a mate as your first. Legally, according to the laws of Prillon Prime, you will be mated to both.”
“Like the dream.” I remembered the specific wording that he’d said to me and that I’d used to reply. Our claim. Not mine.
“Like the dream. Once you meet your mates, you will have thirty days to accept their claim or tell them you wish to be matched to another.”
Accept their claim? Yes, I knew what the claiming was like and I squirmed.
“For the record, do you accept this match?” she asked, her voice becoming even toned and official. “Once you accept the match, you will become an official citizen of Prillon Prime. You will not return to Earth, Kristin.”