Ryston grinned. “I am. You will have to trust us in this.”
Her earnest dark gaze met my second’s.
“Do you trust your mates to take care of you? In all things—including your pleasure?”
She looked to me and I saw the wariness clear away. All that was left was eagerness and arousal. “I do.”
I nodded once and my cock throbbed. She wanted us. Needed us. Trusted us.
“Then I will see to the ceremony,” Ryston said, stepping away and leaving the suite. The door slid silently closed behind him.
“Ceremony?” she asked, then pointed to the bedroom. “Can’t we just go in there and, well, get it on?”
I laughed then. While there hadn’t been much that held humor since her arrival on the Colony, she lightened my mood, eased my emotions. Settled me. Saved me.
“When a Prillon warrior claims his mate with his second, the ceremony is a public event.”
“A public event?” she repeated, her voice rising with each word.
“It is witnessed by those honored to be chosen by the warriors, trusted friends who will bless and protect their union . But for us, there will be no privacy, for I am Governor of this base. As leader, my bonding ceremony must be open to all. I must take the acceptance and blessing of all who would offer it.”
“The collar will change color.” She brushed her fingers over it. “Isn’t that enough for everyone to know I’ve been claimed?”
I shook my head. “It is the right of all Prillon citizens to witness our mating, to see the strength of our bond and trust that both my mate and my second are worthy. Worthy to lead this base, to help rule the Colony.”
“Yes, but they don’t need to see me taking you…Ryston, I mean, it’s private!”
Yes, having my cock sink deep into her dripping pussy while Ryston claimed her virgin ass for the first time was private. But it was also the ultimate act of our bond, her surrender an important part of the ritual, public proclamation that she belonged to us. That out of all the females in the universe, she was ours. Spilling our seed in her only told everyone on the Colony that she was taken, that no one could ever come between us. No one would doubt our union . Ever.
“Perhaps your Earth customs have made you think this way. As Prillon, I am not exposing you to them to shame you. I am showing everyone my mate, that I am proud to claim you with Ryston, that you belong to me, to us. I am proud of you, Rachel of Earth. You are mine and I want everyone to know it. To be envious of me. To covet you as much as I do.”
She stepped away, walked in a circle, then again. I sensed her thoughts, her wariness of the claiming ceremony. I wanted her to be proud to share the bond between us with everyone on Base 3. I wanted her to step up to the ceremonial bed eager to prove the closeness of our bond, that she wanted us and no others. Fucking us while being watched left no doubt that she was ours. Never would there be a doubt.
As soon as those thoughts settled in my mind she stopped, turning to me.
“Yes. All right.”
Tipping up her chin, she met my gaze. “I understand. I admit, I am thankful for the collars. They should be on Earth because without them, I doubt I would ever understand the depths of your male mind. So complex and yet, simple. You aren’t giving me to everyone like a cheap gift. You are treasuring me and showing the people what I mean to you.”
I sighed. “Yes, mate. Exactly. It is not law and you can refuse.” I angled my chin toward the bedroom. “Ryston can return and we will claim you privately. Trust me, we will enjoy it immensely.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. This is important to you, to all of us. I trust you to keep me safe.”
“Then let’s get you prepared.”
She frowned. “What does that involve?”
My cock grew impossibly thicker and my balls ached, full of my seed that was just for her. “Strip, mate.”
***
Rachel
Ryston had been quick in arranging the claiming ceremony. To say I was nervous was a complete understatement. The idea of finally taking both my men, and at the same time, was so damn hot that it almost made me forget I was going to be doing it with a whole bunch of people watching. Almost.
But I trusted my mates. Sensed their need for this. Maxim had been correct, my upbringing had me put a certain spin on the act. It felt as if they wanted to have their friends get off at my expense, to see them take me, fuck me in such a dark and dirty way. Earth people would consider me a slut and think the act cheap. I was a whore to be put on display.
On the Colony, with Prillon warriors? It was nothing of the sort. I’d learned immediately that I was not to be devalued. In fact, my mates elevated me, made me more respected, more revered here on the Colony than I’d ever been on Earth.