Chapter Four
Amanda
I'd heard of people who freaked, who panicked in new situations. That wasn't me. I'd been compared to a chameleon, my mixed heritage and skill with language making it easy for me to blend in and adapt to any environment, any job. But no chameleon had ever been to fucking space. This … this was crazy. The two before me weren't arms dealers, assassins, Russian Mafia or even Chinese Triad. They were aliens. As in, from fucking space.
They were big. Holy hell, they were big. Like almost seven feet and built like the Samoan rugby team. On steroids. They didn't look human with their golden skin and eyes. The big one, Grigg, had dark, rust-colored eyes and light brown hair that looked like caramel coating on a sundae. They also didn't look like little green men from the sci-fi movies either. They were actually really attractive. Handsome. Rugged. Huge. And supposedly we were matched mates. Matched! Some testing process had put us-us? How the hell was I matched to two guys?-together as being perfectly compatible, perfectly right for each other.
And my second mate? Conrav, the doctor? He was almost as big, same sharp features and gold coloring, but his eyes were like sunlight through honey and his hair a pale gold so beautiful I had to force my gaze away.
I knew one thing about them, they were … perfectly hot. But that didn't matter because I was in fucking outer space and the one guy, Rav, was waving some blinking sensor stick over me.
I sat up, grabbed the sheet that I was sitting on-why it wasn't over me instead of under me, I had no idea.
"You are thinking too hard. According to our new data on humans, your heart rate is elevated and your blood pressure is abnormally high." Conrav spoke, his voice clinical now, the desire I'd imagined in his eyes completely gone. Which, for some unknown and completely unfathomable reason made me even more upset than being gawked at by two lust-filled alien males.
I stared at the man and swatted the stick away, grateful for whatever strange processor I now had in my brain, and the slight headache it caused, for I knew that without it, I wouldn't understand a word these men were saying. "Well, Conrav Zakar, You don't have to be a doctor to know my heart rate goes up and my blood pressure rises with what's called White Coat Syndrome."
"You may call me, Rav, mate."
"Get that thing away from me."
Rav frowned. "I am not familiar with that syndrome. Is it something that occurs on Earth? Is it infectious? It should have been eliminated by the transport system's bio filters."
Grigg laughed where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I think she's telling you she's nervous, especially around doctors."
"He's right. Doctors on Earth, at least where I'm from, wear white lab coats in a hospital, like a uniform." When Rav looked at me, a little reassured that I wasn't going to spread some strange disease, I continued. "Look, I'm fine. Nervous, yes. I'm on a space ship in outer space. Until a couple months ago, I didn't even know you guys existed. And now I'm here and can never go back."
I hated the catch I heard in my voice. Tugging the sheet around me a little tighter, I sighed. Yeah, that teeny-tiny, little bit of coverage didn't help me feel better at all.
Grigg pushed off the wall and stood beside Rav. One was dark, the other fair. Grigg wore black body armor, a uniform I recognized as one of the Coalition military's standard issue for the front lines. The other wore a dark green shirt and pants. The material hugged his massive chest, and he looked intimidating and freakishly strong beneath his clothes, despite the fact that it was not as thick as Grigg's battle armor. The green had to be a uniform as well, for no guy would choose that attire otherwise.
I wondered what they would look like naked, their chests and shoulders bare for me to explore.
What was wrong with me? I'd been awake all of two minutes and I wanted to climb them like a tree monkey.
"This ship is your home now. We will be your family. Once we have your medical clearance, we can begin our new lives together," Grigg vowed.
I looked up at them and felt small. The way they were gazing at me made me feel feminine, desired, wanted. I'd never felt that way with a man before. Ever. Still, that wasn't why I was here. I needed to remember that.
"About that." I waved my finger between them. "It's the ‘us' part of that sentence that I'm struggling with."
Grigg looked at Rav.
"You don't have second mates on Earth?" Rav asked.
"Uh, second mates? You mean threesomes?"
"Ah, yes. Threesomes. You belong to both of us. Soon, we will not only be mates, but we will bond in the formal claiming ceremony and our connection will be permanent."
I shook my head. "There are no permanent threesomes on Earth. It's a one-time thing. A sex thing that some like to try. For fun."
"You mean you fuck two men only for recreation, not a mating?" Rav asked.
My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heat. "Me? No. No, no, no. I just assumed I would be matched to one mate, not two. Having two husbands, or mates on Earth is actually illegal where I'm from."
"Illegal? You are required by law to only have one?" Rav grinned and I swear they both puffed out their chests. "You will like being mated to two much better."
"Yes," Grigg added, nodding. "Two men to protect you."
"Shelter you."
"Cherish you."
They went back and forth with the list.
"Touch you."
"Fuck you."
"Taste you."
"Make you scream with pleasure."
The last was said by Grigg and with a deep, gravelly voice that made goose bumps rise on my arms.
The stick thing in Rav's hand had coils, and they began to glow bright blue. He held it up, waved it in front of me once, then grinned. "You like that idea."
I tried to scoot back on the table, but my knees hung over the footrest and I couldn't easily scoot any farther up toward the head of the table and away from him. The men, however, took a step closer. "What? No. No, no, no."
"You say no quite a bit, alien. It will be our job to make you say yes much more frequently," Grigg said, his eyes promising a thousand different kinds of erotic torture.
Oh shit, that was really hot.
"I don't like the idea of the two of you fucking me." That was a whopper of a lie, but I didn't know these men, these … aliens and I shouldn't be attracted to them, to the idea of the two of them positioning me the way they wanted on this exam table so they could both fuck me. Perhaps one in my pussy and the other-
The stick's light changed from blue to red.
"You will not lie to us, Amanda. Ever. What we will share is based solely on the truth. We give you this one chance to learn this, but from now on you will be honest about your needs and desires, or you will be punished. While your mouth may be saying one thing, your body-" Grigg pointed at the stick thing "-does not lie."
"That thing can't tell you what I want." Could it? Did they have freakish mind-reading gadgets, too? Or a freaking magic wand while they were at it?
Rav answered, leaning so close I could feel the heat of his body, and that heat made me shiver. "It senses all of your body's functions. Heart rate and blood pressure, true, but also your level of arousal, the heat rising in your skin, the thick rush of blood to your pink pussy."
I pushed my hair over my shoulder. "Where I'm from, heart rate and arousal levels aren't tested together, nor are they equally vital to staying alive."
"Ah, that is where we differ then. If you are not attracted to us, aroused by us, then there will be no bond." Grigg's throaty voice made goose bumps rise on my flesh and my nipples harden. God, what would it feel like to have his cock buried deep as that voice ordered me to- "Mates bond for life, Amanda. If a bond is not made, then the warriors must surrender their bride into the keeping of another, a mate able to arouse her, to satisfy her needs and earn her trust. So when a new bride arrives, it is crucial to test her ability to become aroused-to reach orgasm-to ensure there is no medical reason preventing her from feeling the expected attraction and compatibility for her mates."
My mouth fell open, and I stared wide-eyed at them, then the door. "You want to get me off and claim it all is just part of a medical exam?"
"We do not want you off anything, Amanda Bryant. I must test your nervous system and response. Then, we will fuck you, mate," Rav promised, as if I'd been complaining. "I apologize that we are unable to go straight to fucking. Per processing protocol, we must first test you with our medical machinery."
I relaxed then. They were hot and all, but I wasn't going to fuck them right now. I wasn't a slut and I refused to let them think that of me. Besides, this was a job. Just a job. I had to remember that. Yes, I'd agreed to come out here and act as an alien's mate. But first and foremost, I was a spy. My loyalty and my life belonged to my country, to my planet, to the men, women and children of Earth I'd spent the last five years of my life protecting. If they wanted to hook up some gadget that sent zingers along my nerves? Whatever. I'd probably had worse.
"How about I just tell you I think you're hot."
They glanced at each other but once more Grigg devoured me with his gaze and Rav did the talking. "Our body temperatures are the same as yours, so I do not know why you think we are over warm."