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Taken by Her Mates(44)

By:Grace Goodwin


This wouldn’t be the ceremonial bonding, our permanent claiming, but it would be a start. With the collars about our necks, with our seed having coated her skin, her emotions and needs were obvious now. I sensed her every feeling as she felt mine—and Ander’s—in kind.

I felt the lingering arousal from her examination. She’d liked it. Loved it. Loved fighting against Ander’s hold, knowing that there was nothing she could do but give in. Despite the unfamiliar situation, she’d chosen to trust Ander, to have faith that he would not allow anything harmful to happen to her while he’d gripped her wrists. She had taken comfort in our presence, trusted us and been able to submit to the examination. I had never seen anything more beautiful than her orgasms as Ander and I held her, watched over her.

She’d lost control, and that had just been to the medical probes. I longed to discover how loudly she might scream her release when it was Ander and I fucking her, stretching her, making her come.

One of the men led us down a hallway and pressed a button on a wall, three, no four doors down. He bowed once. “A privacy chamber.”

I nodded to the man, who, only a few minutes ago, Ander had punched in the face. There was no animosity among us, for the authority and respect for mates of our warriors was strong, the collar around her neck a permanent sign of ownership. She owned us now. Both of us would die to protect our right to care for her, father her children, and bring her pleasure.

Ander thanked the man and closed the door behind us. I took in the room. A bed, a table, chair, another door that led to a bathing chamber. The space was simple. Basic. It mattered not besides the fact that it had a large bed and we were alone.

The way she’d responded to the medical probes—after we calmed and reassured her—had been stunning to witness. She was so responsive, not only to the stimulation, but to the strap across her hips, to Ander and his firm grip on her wrists, his spoken commands.

Our mate’s pussy had grown wet the moment Ander began issuing orders. Jessica could not hide the truth from us, the truth that she had enjoyed being bound, had grown aroused by the hard strength of Ander’s hands on her wrists. Her release had been powerful, her cries echoing through the chamber making my cock hard as a rock, eager to take her, to force her to another peak.

She was too feisty, too headstrong, to give up control. She was a warrior, as we were. But her reaction today had revealed the truth to all three of us: she was indeed stubborn, fierce, and defiant, but she hungered for a mate strong enough to dominate her, a mate with whom she could feel safe enough to let herself go.

I would be that mate. Ander would as well. If she needed to feel our control and dominance when it came to fucking, then we would provide. She wasn’t a virgin, but by the surprised look on her face when we’d brought her to climax, any man she’d been with before had not given her what she needed. She’d never before felt safe enough to completely give up control.

The fact that we’d been matched assured me that my conclusions were correct. While I hungered to dominate her, to tease her body and prolong her pleasure until she begged, Ander’s stoic power aroused her as well. Ander and I admitted our needs, were comfortable in our roles as her mates, and did not try to hide our darkest desires. The opposite could be said for Jessica. She acted as if her needs were a surprise to her. It became obvious to me, with her chaos of emotions swirling through me via our mating collar, that her mind was at war with her body. Her ego and conditioning compelled her to resist, but her body was incapable of lying. The processing center’s matching protocols did not lie. She needed everything we gave her.

That was why my cock was hard as a Prillon pipe and if I didn’t fuck her soon I would surely come in my pants. The collars connected us and I sensed not only Jessica’s lingering desire but Ander’s eagerness as well. The connection we shared was intense, sharp, and hot as hell. I flicked a glance at Ander and he gave me a small nod.

We would take her now. With the collars, there would be no doubt we would be attuned to her every need. If she disliked anything, we would know immediately. Starting now.

“Now that I wear your collar, I’m legally a Prillon bride?” she asked.

“Yes. You belong to us now.” I placed her on her feet before us and swiped the blanket from her shoulders, tossing it onto the chair in the corner. She would not need any kind of covering for now. “We will learn all of your secrets, Jessica. You won’t be able to hide anything from us.”

She shivered but lowered her hands to her sides. She stood before us regal as a queen and my cock swelled to the point of bursting. “I don’t understand. I’m not hiding anything now.”