I heard the word collar, but my brain short-circuited, completely focused on the word come.
My pussy clenched with heat and I bristled to hide my reaction. What the hell? It was like he’d just shoved a finger inside me, I was so turned on, ready to agree to almost anything. It was crazy. “Um, what? I don’t think so. I didn’t travel across the universe just to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I’d be lying. I had come across the universe to have mind-blowing sex with my hot alien mates. And god help me, they were fucking hot. Panty-melting, drop-dead-gorgeous.
“Just to what?” Tyran replied. “Fuck? I didn’t say anything about fucking.”
“You said—”
“I want my collar around your neck. I want the taste of your pussy to coat my tongue. I want to know the sounds you make when you are lost in pleasure. I want you to know that your mates will take care of you, see to your every need.”
This was a little insane. I’d been awake on a strange planet for five minutes and he wanted to get me off? Honestly, I didn’t want to say no, but it just seemed wrong somehow. “But—”
“Drop the blanket.” Tyran crossed his arms over his chest yet didn’t shift his gaze from mine.
My mouth fell open at his bluntness, at the deeper timbre of his voice, but my nipples hardened and the ache grew between my legs.
“Tyran, you’re being—”
Tyran cut off Hunt’s words. “Our mate likes it when we take control.”
“That might be true, but we should take some time, get to know each other. Give her some time, Tyran. She’s not ready.”
It seemed Hunt was a little more of a romantic than Tyran. Protective, too. But he was also wrong. I didn’t want safe and sane right now. I felt on the edge of screaming my frustration. I needed release. I needed to be conquered, claimed by these two warriors. I needed to know they were really mine. That was the only way I was going to feel safe. Somehow, by some miracle, Tyran seemed to know that.
“I bet you’re wet now, hearing your mates argue over you.”
I was, but I wasn’t going to admit it.
“Fuck, Tyran, I didn’t know you were this…”
“What?” Tyran slowly shook his head. His tongue flicked out and slid along his full lower lip. “Dominant? Tell him, mate, tell him you want this. Tell him you need me just like this.”
“How can you be so sure I do?” I asked. “I worked for the FBI. I’ve seen it all. I don’t like women being forced. I don’t like women being demeaned. I won’t stand for it.”
“I don’t want a weak woman,” Tyran replied. “We will never force you. You have a voice. You’ll tell me if you don’t like something.” His gaze wandered over me slowly, lingering on my body like he had a direct connection to my core. “And you’ll tell me when you do.”
I’d never told anyone about my sexual interests. I’d known since I was younger that I was a little different than others. When my friends were playing wedding with their Barbie and Ken dolls, I was tying Barbie up. I was bending Barbie over Ken’s knee for a spanking.
As I got older and learned about sex, I wanted it rough. I wanted a guy who held me down, talked dirty to me. But that didn’t work so well on the old couch in my parents’ basement. Steve Taylor, who’d taken my virginity, was too eager to manage anything more than breaking my hymen. He’d come in about thirty seconds. Maybe less. That was the first time he’d gotten his cock wet and he’d hadn’t been able to hold back—even thought he’d worn a condom.
When I told my boyfriend in college I wanted him to tie me up, he’d thought I was a freak. So, yeah, he wasn’t my boyfriend after that. I turned all my perverted leanings toward reading the steamier romance novels out there. Johanna Lindsay and the hero that kidnapped the virgin, keeping her prisoner on his ship. The ravaging Vikings. The commanding Doms. Those fictional heroes made me wet. They had fueled my fantasies as I used my vibrator and accepted the fact that no man would ever really be able to give me what I wanted.
I was broken. That’s what I thought. Abnormal.
I couldn’t tell anyone, not when I went into the FBI. Especially not after being transferred to the sex crimes division. God, if one of those guys learned I wanted to be dominated and controlled, they’d think I’d gone insane, contaminated by the sick fucks we put behind bars.
So the fantasy never became a reality and I’d never told anyone.
“How do you know what I want?” I asked.
Now he grinned, and his face transformed. God, he was so hot and that look was solely for me. Solely because of me.