The Commanders’ Mate

Chapter 2

2

Erica Roberts, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

Everything was dark, but I could hear my warriors moving to surround me, touch me.

Claim me.

I’d been waiting for this for weeks, longing for them to give in and take me as one in front of the others…

That thought stopped me cold and my heart raced, the hard memory of the processing chair back in that cold, clinical room at the bride testing center intruded on my bliss, as did the pounding of my heart, not in fear, but in anticipation.

For as much as this woman’s mind, whoever she was, wanted this claiming, I wanted it, too. This wasn’t my body. In some far off, rational part of myself I knew that. But it felt real.

It was a dream. But it wasn’t. But it sure as f**k felt real. It was real, to her, and somehow I was to share it with her.

When a large hand settled around my neck and my mate’s warm chest pressed to my bare back, I slipped back into the dream, or hallucination—whatever this was. I didn’t care if it was real or not. I needed my mates to touch me.

The warrior behind me tilted my chin up, warm hand around my throat a blatant mark of ownership. Around us I heard male voices chanting, at least six, perhaps seven, watching.

No, witnessing this claiming. My mates’ honored chosen, sworn to protect me. They would watch…

Before my mind could follow that path, the male at my back slipped a finger into my aching p***y and I gasped, arching against him.

“So wet, mate. Are you ready for us?” His pleasure at my eagerness thrummed through our link, the mating collar I felt wrapped around my neck. Somehow it connected us. All three of us. How? I had no idea. I just felt.

My mind again surged forward, creating a haze of confusion as I processed the other woman’s thoughts. Three of us? I had two mates? Did I want two mates? Two mouths. Four hands.

Two c***s.

And one of them had a finger in my p***y.

God, yes. It was all I could think about, melting into a puddle of need between two hard Prillon warriors. My warriors.

Which is how I knew that my primary male was watching us, his c**k hard and heavy with need, holding himself back to prolong the pleasure of this moment. His emotions, his l**t, were drowning me, overwhelming both of us through the collars as my second mate pumped his thick fingers in and out of my p***y. I wanted them to f**k me, claim me, make me theirs. Now. I was ready to surrender, give them everything, scream in pleasure in front of the whole damn ship if I had to.

I needed them. Inside me. I needed to come.

Need. Need. Need.

Anxious, I tried to reach for him but found my arms tied loosely above my head, not stretched, just…out of their way. It made no sense, but it seemed I wasn’t supposed to have any control.

I needed to feel. Nothing else.

I was n***d, the warm air moving lightly over my skin, cool against the wet heat of my open p***y. I was positioned like I was sitting in a chair, but there was no seat. My legs were spread wide to either side of my body, my thighs and most of my weight on a support I could not see, a*s hanging out and over… a swing, open and bare. A swing? I didn’t understand, but I didn’t need to.

“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?” God, the growl in that voice almost made me come. My second mate stopped moving his fingers, his grip tightening, just enough, on my throat. My p***y clamped down on those fingers and I moaned. I needed more.

I licked my lips. “I accept your claim, warriors.” And please f*****g hurry! I knew they could feel my eagerness through our mating collars, the psychic connection linked us in a way I didn’t understand. I could feel their need as if it were my own. Their desire. Possession.

Love.

God, yes, there was love there.

And just that fast, Erica Roberts of Earth didn’t exist anymore. I gave in completely, sank deeper into the dream. Felt. I didn’t want to leave this place, these warriors. This feeling. Not ever.

“Then I claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior besides my second who dares to touch you.” My primary male spoke the vow with a voice I had never heard before, so solemn. He meant what he said. He would kill to protect me.

He stepped between my open thighs and my second mate removed his fingers from deep in my p***y, using the wet digits to spread my p***y lips, to open me up for his primary male’s c**k. As the first filled me, the mate at my back spoke his own vow. “You belong to us now. You are mine, and I am yours. I will die to protect you and our offspring. Kill to protect you. Mine. Forever, mate.”

I cried out as the first male surged forward, his way eased by my eagerness and the assistance of my second. I was stretched open, filled. When he was fully seated, deep and thick, my secondary male moved his hand to my a*s, pulling gently on the plug I hadn’t noticed. How had I missed something so carnal? So… daring. It came free easily, and my second pushed his fingers deep into my a*s. I gasped at the intrusion, of feeling so full. I’d never had someone even play with my a*s, let alone fill it. Not with a small plug or a finger, but fingers. Plural.

I clenched down, breathed through the intensity of it.

I was wet there, whatever lubricant he had used working so well I all but begged him to start f*****g me. I had no idea it could feel so good.

But I didn’t want his fingers; I wanted his c**k. I wanted both of them inside me. Deep. Together. f*****g me. Making me theirs. “Please. Please. I need you.” I begged. I didn’t care. They were mine, totally and completely mine. There was no shame in me, no holding back. “Pleeeease.” I jerked against the bonds around my wrists, clamped down with my p***y muscles on the huge c**k inside me.

The chanting stopped. I had all but forgotten our witnesses, too distracted by my mates to care about anything but us. “May the gods witness and protect you.”

The words barely registered before the mate in front of me claimed my lips, kissing me like he wanted to devour me.

I wanted that too.

At the same time, my second mate positioned his c**k at my back entrance, carefully but with intent, pushed forward, opened me. Filled me.

I groaned into the kiss, shifted my hips, tried to anyway, so I could rock back and forth. f**k myself on their two hard c***s.

Too big, too much. More.

Instead, my first mate’s hands clamped around my waist and he held me still. My second still had one hand around my throat, and I loved it, his other went to my breast, then n****e, squeezing. Tugging.

I was surrounded. Claimed. Safe. So full of c**k I was going to scream if they didn’t move. Now.

As if they realized they’d pushed me to the edge of sanity, they moved, both of them, pulling in and out together. Slowly. f*****g me together. Filling me up.

Sex felt good. Yeah, just good. Usually. For me anyway, regular old Erica from Earth.

In. Out. Rub. Stroke. Caress. Orgasms, when done by hand… literally, were good. There was that word again. That was because it was good. Just that.

Until now.

Until this.

Holy s**t, THIS.