Claimed by Her Mates(16)

My eyes slipped closed at the warm feel of their hands on me. They weren’t touching me inappropriately, just… touching. The forbidden desire that gripped me made me clench my teeth. Would they bind me to a special bench as I’d seen during my processing? Would they fill my pussy and my ass at the same time? Would two suckle at my breasts while the third fucked me? Would I let them? My mind said no, but my pussy clenched at the idea of being shared by them and I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the ache.

“Tell us your name.”

With my eyes closed, I didn’t know who spoke. “Leah,” I whispered.

“Leah, we are going to fuck you now,” a man said. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, he was telling.

I opened my eyes and stared at them, one, then the next, then the next. “No dinner? No movie? Not even foreplay?”

They stared at me curiously. “We are not aware of what a movie is, but if you are hungry, we will certainly see to your needs.” Lev meant his words sincerely, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t even know you and you just expect me to fuck all three of you?”

Tor tucked my hair behind my ear, then dipped down so he was at my eye level. “I sense you are nervous.”

My eyes widened. “You think?”

“Have you ever been fucked before? Are you a virgin?”

I hadn’t been a virgin since the night of high school graduation. That was not the problem. “I am not a virgin.”

“You do not long for the man who first claimed you, who filled you with his seed?”

“Long for him?” Did I long for Seth Marks who took my virginity in his parents’ basement? He’d fumbled putting the condom on and the whole uninspiring event had been over in about thirty seconds. I hadn’t even gotten over the pain of it all before he was finished. I did not long for him.

“Um… no. No seed filling.” I heard he had moved to Arizona and was now a tennis pro at some resort.

All three men actually relaxed, which surprised me. The testing process had confirmed, not once, but twice, that I was unmarried. Warden Egara knew I was eager to leave Earth. I had no strings, no love affairs worth remembering, certainly not a kid from high school who didn’t know what a clit was. I’d had bigger problems to worry about with a dangerous and obsessive fiancé.

Drogan tugged his shirt from his pants and lifted it over his head, then dropped it on the floor behind him.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked, my eyes glued to his chiseled body. Holy hell, I was matched to that?

“Making you more comfortable,” he replied.

“How is taking off your shirt making me more comfortable?” It was making me a tad nervous and very hot. I wanted to reach up and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the softness of the springy hairs on his chest, the ridges of his abs. He was very hard to resist.

“Would you rather us take off your dress?”

All three men looked very eager to do so. The fact that they were giving me a choice, or at least pretending to do so, made this a little easier.

“Oh… um, probably not.”

Drogan glanced at his brothers and they stepped back and started shedding their clothes. Piece by piece more and more of their identical, very hot bodies appeared. I gulped at the sight of them. What these men did on Viken, I had no idea. It was not sitting in an office or pushing papers around.

It was when they lowered their pants—no underwear underneath—and stood tall before me, naked, that I stared. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Perhaps I stared too long because they glanced down at themselves. “Are we not formed like men on Earth?”

They were not formed like men on Earth, or any man on Earth I’d ever seen… between their legs. Their cocks were huge, like swollen, pulsing clubs extending from their bodies. Dark veins bulged along their lengths, very thick, the flared crowns nearly reached their navels yet pulsed toward me. That was stunning enough, but what had me ogling them was that their cocks were all pierced. I knew that some men on Earth had their cocks pierced with a ring, similar to a large hoop earring, but I’d never seen one before. The metal on my mates’ cocks shined like polished silver and circled from the small hole at the center of the crown to disappear underneath.

I knew that different piercing styles had names, but for the life of me, I had no idea what it was called. It was carnal. Wicked. Erotic.

Drogan gripped his cock at the base and began stroking up the long length. Fluid seeped from the tip and dripped from the metal ring.

“Um….” I was at a complete loss for words at the sight. “Earth men are the same, but smaller.”