He leaned forward as I played with her clit, rolling it slowly between two fingers as his lips traced the curve of her ear. “Do you want me to fill you up? Fuck you? Let Hunt rub your sensitive little clit until you come all over my hard cock?”
She shuddered, her eyes drifting closed. I didn’t like that. I wanted to watch her come apart, as Tyran had moments ago. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes.
“Open your eyes, mate.” My voice was deep like Tyran’s and had the sharp bite of command.
Her eyelids lifted and I held her gaze as Tyran shifted under her, lifting her up with the slow, hard glide of his cock filling her from behind again and again. “Watch him, mate. Don’t try to hide from us. We know everything. We feel everything you feel. We know what you need and we’ll give it to you. We’ll give you everything.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips and my cock swelled in response. Already, I wanted her again.
“Then come, mate. Come for us.” Tyran stopped holding back, pumping into her like an untamed beast as I worked her clit. She shattered in seconds, screaming her release, but that wasn’t enough for Tyran, his barked command that she come again all the more shocking when she did. I felt it rolling through her, unstopping.
Tyran gave in at last, his release hitting me through the collar like an ion blast as he filled our mate’s pussy with his seed. She had taken both of us, any child we created would truly be ours now as we would have no way of knowing who had sired it. But that was fine with me. I didn’t care. Kristin was ours. She was beautiful. Sensual. Like wildfire in our arms.
Tyran pulled his cock free and she slumped forward, into my embrace. I caught her and cradled her to me as Tyran brought over the long-forgotten blanket. We wrapped her up and once he was sure she was settled, protected and sheltered in my arms, he turned away without a word to don his armor.
Kristin was ours, but I worried as I never had before that Tyran might never truly be hers, that he might be too broken, too dark for even her softness and light to reach.
Chapter Eight
Kristin
I gasped and sat straight up. The room was dark and I had no idea where I was. A dream lingered, but it was forgotten, becoming blurry and slipping away even as I tried to remember. My bedroom had a window to the right of my bed. I rolled over, looking for the shine of the neighbor’s porch light surrounded by a dark silhouette, but the window wasn’t there. The bedding felt different, too. Softer. And the floral scent of my fabric softener was noticeably absent. Instead I smelled musk, and man and sex.
While I wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark, I kept a nightlight on in the bathroom. I’d stubbed my toe one time in the middle of the night stumbling to pee and I’d never wanted to do that again. But no light filled the space. I could feel the walls of the room, the ceiling pressing down on me, but I couldn’t see them. I couldn’t see anything. Not one piece of furniture. No door. And, I was naked, my bare breasts and shoulders slightly chilled because the sheet lay draped over my waist. I usually slept in a t-shirt and panties. But nothing about this was usual.
Shifting my legs, a twinge of soreness pinged my system from my core. I was sore. The pain flooded me with memories and everything came back to me in a rush, as if my brain had just needed a few extra seconds to wake up. Why hadn’t I felt the soreness in my body first? My muscles were tight and achy and my pussy was tender. So was my ass. When I moved, my thighs rubbed and the lingering stickiness of Hunt’s release added friction to the normally smooth glide of skin on skin. My nipples hardened with an unfamiliar ache at the rough sexual play I suddenly couldn’t get out of my mind. I felt well used. Needed. Owned.
My mates had left no doubt about how much they wanted me and I’d never felt so appreciated, nor desired in my entire life. The feeling was heady and I had to work to hold in a giggle at the complete insanity of my new life.
I was on another planet, with not one mate, but two. And I’d let them do whatever they wanted to do to me. Hell, I wanted more now.
Lifting my hand to my collar, I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the smooth material under my fingertips, the mark of Prillon mates yet another reminder of where I was. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling bereft. I couldn’t feel Tyran anymore. His intensity earlier had been like a slow-burning lava moving through my system. And my second, Hunt. He was calm, the balm to cool Tyran’s fire. Without him, I wasn’t sure I could deal with his dominant nature, his complete need for control. Logically, I realized he needed my trust, needed me to submit to him. But if I was perfectly honest with myself, I wasn’t sure I could do it without the assurance of Hunt’s calm control. Tyran had made me feel like a wicked, wild, reckless, crazy lover. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life. But I’d been scared, too. Afraid of him. Even more afraid of myself.