I wanted to test that control. I wanted to push them. I wanted them so desperate to get their cocks inside me that they couldn’t think. Ryston’s face. Maxim’s arm. It wasn’t much, but the shimmering silver only made them more exotic. Sexy as fuck.
God, I’d always felt like a bit of a naughty girl, but these two, and their lust, made me feel like I was in heat. And I liked it.
This was going to be so much better than my own fingers under the darkness of the prison blanket. I wanted them both. I wanted them skin to skin, surrounding me. I wanted to be the cream filling in a Prillon cookie.
The rug was soft beneath my knees as I pulled them toward me…with their cocks. The gentlest pressure and they moved where I wanted them. These hulking males, with all their strength, they were mine.
I’d never felt so feminine, so powerful. So hot for sex I couldn’t breathe.
Who needed air when she could master a man’s body with one swirl of the tongue?
Leaning forward, I worked Maxim with my right hand while I took Ryston in my mouth, eager to know his taste.
He threw back his head and growled. Pleasure, intense and hot, rushed through the collars and Maxim jerked in my hand, feeling Ryston’s reaction just as I did. My pussy was already hot and wet, but the ache spread to my breasts where they hung too full, too hot and heavy and starving for touch as my core pulsed, closing around nothing. Empty.
I worked Ryston for a few moments before releasing him from my mouth to conquer Maxim, his darker flesh an erotic sight I was all too eager to sample.
With Ryston’s hard, damp flesh in my left hand, I took Maxim in my mouth in one fast, smooth stroke until the top of his cock bumped the back of my throat.
He remained stoic and unmoving, silent, but the flare of heat from him through the collar curled my toes and made me moan around his hard length.
“Gods.” Ryston moaned for all three of us and stepped forward to bury his fist in my hair. “Suck him hard, Rachel. Break him.”
The words were rough and demanding, and something primitive and needy rose within me in response to both his tone and the fist in my hair. I’d always preferred a man who took charge in bed, but this. I’d thought it would be Maxim who would take charge. He was the fucking Governor of Base 3. He had “take command” in his blood. But he was the stoic one, reserved. Ryston would dominate, but I wasn’t going to forget Maxim could be just as demanding if he wanted.
Shit. The more Ryston growled, the wetter I got.
I twisted my hand around Ryston’s cock, a little too hard, and he shoved forward into my rough touch as I pulled my head back and took Maxim deep over and over as fast as I could go, stroking the sensitive underside of his cock with my tongue.
They tasted different, hot and musky. They felt different in my mouth, the crown of Maxim’s head was broader, yet Ryston’s length was much thicker.
“Wrap me up, mate.” I squeezed and stroked. “Yes! Suck harder. Take him deeper.” Ryston’s dirty talk spurred me on until my breasts were bouncing with the back-and-forth motion of my body as I fucked Maxim with my mouth. He was a mountain of stone, a rock in the storm that was taking me and Ryston into a dangerous frenzy.
“Enough.” Maxim spoke. One word and I pulled back, freeing him with a loud slurp. I waited there, on my knees before him, unable to deny him, my body no longer my own, but his. My breath was ragged, my lips swollen, my nipples rock hard.
Maxim reached down and pulled me to my feet to claim my mouth in a kiss as tender and controlled as Ryston’s had been wild. With my breasts crushed to his chest, Maxim lifted me off my feet and held me in the air as he took his sweet time exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that left me breathless.
Just because he was quiet didn’t mean he wasn’t thorough. Demanding.
As Maxim kissed me, Ryston moved up behind me, his hands running over my back and legs, cupping and squeezing my ass as his lips trailed over my back and shoulders. “I want to eat her pussy,” he growled.
Maxim broke the kiss and shook his head. “No. You kissed her first. Her pussy is mine.”
“Hard-ass.”
Maxim nibbled on my lips as Ryston spoke from behind me. “Lift her legs around your hips so I can fill her ass with the plug she chose. Then we can fuck her.”
So damn crude, but my body listened with a mind of its own as Ryston’s hand drifted low to cup my pussy from behind.
“Oh yes, Maxim. She likes that idea. Her pussy is so wet we could take her now.”
Maxim backed up and sat down on the bed. Reclining, he leaned back and pulled me forward on top of him, my knees settling on either side of his hips so I straddled him. His arm settled like a steel band over my back, positioning me so my ass was up for Ryston.
He lifted one hand to the base of my neck and wrapped my long hair around his fingers until it was tight, the sting making my body jerk in response to his control. I met his dark gaze. Yes, he was not one to be underestimated. He was just as dominant in bed as his second.
“Do it, Ryston.”
I didn’t have time to protest as Maxim pulled my mouth down to his and claimed me with a searing kiss. His rock-hard cock was trapped between us as I felt Ryston’s hand explore my bottom gently, then slip something very small inside my back entrance. I wiggled as something warm and wet filled me, as if he was squeezing lube into me for preparation. Maxim’s mouth and Ryston’s soothing words settled me and I surrendered to them both, to whatever they wanted or needed from me in the moment.
I needed to be enough for them. I needed to make them feel happy. Complete. Satisfied.
“Hold still, mate.” Ryston took away the bottle of lube, then his finger slid over and around my tight hole, spreading the warm liquid that felt like oil. “This ass is mine.”
The nerves there flared to life, making my body heat and perspiration coat my skin. It was dark and intense, so different, and I loved it. I sensed they wanted it too, and it allowed me to let go of any last inhibitions. I’d been bold to start and I would be bold still.
Maxim plunged his tongue deep in my mouth as Ryston slid a finger into both my ass and my pussy at the same time. A third finger moved forward over my clit and I tried to break away from Maxim’s kiss, a keen cry of need escaped my throat. Ryston, while gentle, demanded everything from me. They didn’t coax, they pushed right into bliss.
Maxim held me down and drank each of my cries of pleasure as if he owned them.
Ryston finger fucked me, carefully yet diligently, as Maxim held me down. In. Out. His fingers were long and thick and became a little rough as he felt the tension coil in my body.
“Our little mate is going to come all over my fingers.”
I tried to move, to shift my body forward and back, to make Ryston’s fingers plunge in and out of me at the pace I wanted. Needed.
But no. He set the pace.
An orgasm rose, so hot and tight and—
Ryston pulled away, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.
I cried out, whimpered with need.
Once more, I tried to lift my head, but Maxim held me down, locked to him, his mouth on mine, his tongue inside me and damn if that didn’t make me hotter. Wetter.
Fuck.
“Our mate likes that, doesn’t she?” Ryston’s satisfied chuckle was followed by the sharp sting of his palm on my bare bottom.
I jerked as fire spread through my bottom, the heat going straight to my clit. I moaned and sucked on Maxim’s tongue, pulling him into me the way I wanted his cock.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Fire. Heat. My pussy quivering and pulsing with need.
I whimpered and Maxim tore his firm lips from mine. “Enough.”
Ryston chuckled, but his fingers settled on my ass and I felt the blunt, hard head of the anal plug I’d selected from the box press forward gently. “So fucking bossy, isn’t he?”
Head buried in Maxim’s neck, I couldn’t help the panting bre
aths that left me as Ryston worked the plug into my body. It wasn’t big, not as big as his cock would be, but I felt full and stretched and so very, very naughty.
God, it felt good to be a bad girl. If I’d known it would be like this, I would have tried a bit of ménage back on Earth.
The plug slid deep inside with a pop and I bit down on Maxim’s shoulder with a groan. So good. But not enough. Even filled as I was, I felt empty. Desperate. Needy.
Tears welled in my eyes when I couldn’t contain the emotions, the desperation, the need.
Maxim lifted me and pivoted so that his head was near the edge of the bed. There was just enough room for my knees to rest as he settled my pussy over his mouth.
His tongue laved my clit for a few seconds and I dropped my head back on my shoulders as Ryston moved to stand in front of me, his cock right where I needed it to be to take him in my mouth.
Eager to push them both, I tilted my hips and ground my clit down on Maxim as I took Ryston’s huge cock in both hands and twisted gently, taking the head into my mouth and sucking hard, as hard as I wanted Maxim to work his magic on me.
He tasted so good, dark and slightly musky, yet potent. The feel of him, thick and almost pulsing, had me sucking in my cheeks, trying to pull the seed from him. A salty burst of pre-cum coated my tongue and I moaned at the flavor.
Maxim’s arms came up and pulled my pussy lips apart, holding me open as his tongue stabbed deep, mimicking what I hoped his cock would do soon, only so much deeper. His enjoyment of the task came through the collars in a fury of pleasure and I wiggled on his face, not caring if he could breathe. I needed him. I needed him so deep and so hard I’d never get him out.
With a moan of his own, Maxim lifted me off his mouth. Forced to let go of Ryston’s cock, Ryston pulled me up into his arms for a kiss. Maxim moved to sit on the edge of the bed. When Ryston settled me back down, it was to place me in Maxim’s lap as if I were being settled into a chair.
Maxim’s arms came around me to cup my breasts and his deep, gravelly voice made me squirm. “I’m going to fuck you now and fill you with my seed. And you’re going to suck Ryston’s cock, swallowing every drop of his.”
My gaze darted to Ryston and his eyes were filled with lust and desire and so much longing I could deny him nothing. “Yes.”
“Ryston.” At Maxim’s command, Ryston stepped forward and lifted me slightly so Maxim could position his cock at the entrance of my pussy. The plug in my ass had stretched me open, but also made my pussy tight, so damn tight.
Hands on my hips, and with some kind of unspoken communication between my mates, they lifted me up and down just enough to work my wet core over Maxim’s cock, taking me deeper and deeper each time.
“I…you’re too big,” I moaned, when it was too much. I was too stretched, he was going so deep. He was just too big.
“Shh,” Maxim crooned in my ear. With a gentle hand on my back, he said, “Lean forward. Yes, like that.”
“Oh,” I gasped, the shift in position had me sinking down on him all the way. The soft hairs on his strong thighs tickled the backs of my legs. With the plug in my ass, it was so tight. How was I ever going to fuck them both at the same time? I blinked, saw Ryston standing before me, stroking his cock and watching me take his friend, his governor, his Prime.
A bead of fluid seeped from the tip and my mouth watered to taste him again.
Shifting my hips a little, I breathed and tried to relax, to allow my inner walls time to adjust to Maxim.
“That’s it. Good girl. Feel better?” Ryston asked. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I just watched that perfect pussy swallow Maxim’s cock. Just knowing it’s buried deep inside you has me close to coming. And the plug, God, I’m fucking jealous of a butt plug. Soon, mate. Soon. But first, suck my cock and we’ll all come together.”
The idea pleased both warriors. I felt it through my collar, the idea that we would find pleasure in each other’s bodies. The fact that we could be like this, so open, so wild, so feral, after just meeting.
We were perfect for each other and yet I realized I was what connected us all. When I leaned forward even farther, took Ryston’s cock in my mouth as I cupped his balls in my hand, rolled them gently, I began to lift and lower on Maxim’s cock. With his hands on my hips, he helped, fucking me on himself as he wanted.
The pleasure swirled between us. A slide of a cock, a lick, a suck. A groan, a plea. It was too much for me to take. My fingers were tingling, my skin heated, my breath coming in pants. My ass full, my pussy crammed. My mouth opened so wide.
I was a dirty girl. I was wild. This was everything I’d ever wanted but never knew I needed.
When Maxim’s hand reached around and flicked my clit, hard and swollen, I came. My screams were muffled by Ryston’s cock, but my pleasure pushed him over and hot jets of cum splashed my tongue. The salty essence I swallowed, again and again, taking in his own pleasure and merging it with mine. It was too much for Maxim and he gripped my hips, pulled me down and came with a harsh groan.
The feel of his seed hot and deep inside me set me off again. Without Ryston’s cock—he’d pulled it out and stroked my cheek—I cried out both their names, one after the other. I didn’t know who to say first, for while Ryston was Maxim’s second, they were both mine.
Equally. Yet when I felt their pleasure through the collars, it was even. We were all sated. Satisfied. Very well fucked.
Chapter Seven
Ryston, three days later
“I don’t see a good reason to go. We don’t need to leave the suite,” Maxim grumbled.
It was humorous to see the warrior who led the entire base moping about going to a formal dinner, one of the first on the Colony, the first on Base 3. And the first time the Colony would host the Prime of our home world. Before Prince Nial, his second and his mate, no one from Prillon has set foot on the Colony in decades. The citizens of the home planet were too afraid of the contaminated warriors banished to live out their lives here. Even with the new Prime, and the change in our laws, the old prejudices, the old stigmas and superstitions, remained.
“Prince Nial and his family will not wish to eat S-Gen-created food in the base cafeteria while we fuck our beautiful mate in another room.” I laughed, well pleased with our mate and the prospects for our future. She was eager and passionate in bed play, and surrendered so sweetly to my wild urges. Her body had become my obsession. I found myself spending hours thinking about what I could do to her, what she might allow me to do—what she might not. I wanted to push her, test her limits. I wanted to know what made her desperate for us to take her. I wanted her begging and writhing with need. I wanted her so hot for her mates that she couldn’t hold a coherent thought in her lovely head.
And I wanted to claim her forever, take her virgin ass while Maxim fucked her sweet pussy. I wanted that so badly that if I thought about it for too long, I could barely breathe.
“Gods, Ryston. Stop that, or we’ll never make it to the dining room.”
“Sorry, Maxim. I can’t stop thinking about how fucking lucky we are.” I rubbed my hand through my hair as Maxim pulled on his boots, for once awkward in my silence. I knew what I needed to say, but forcing the words past my throat was rough, like vomiting nails. I wasn’t worthy of the honor Maxim bestowed upon me in choosing me as his second. There were other warriors living on the Colony who were bigger, stronger, higher ranked. Men who had fought on the front lines longer than I. I wasn’t worthy, but I could not give her up, not now that I’d tasted paradise. “Thank you for choosing me, Maxim. I know there are others—”
Maxim scowled and stood in one smooth motion, a strange emotion I could not quite grasp hitting me through the collar. Being linked to our mate was divine, but the shocking flow of nearly violent emotions from Maxim was throwing me off my rhythm. Maxim was Maxim. Governor. Leader. Face of granite and will stronger than steel. Outwardly, he was the same man I’d followed into battle countless times, the same w
arrior I’d relied on to see us through the darkest times, when we were captured and tortured by the Hive. His strength had pulled the entire unit through the desolation of survival and banishment.
And through it all, Maxim had been an unreadable constant, a leader I respected and admired, and the complete opposite of my need to push the boundaries, to start fights and race, headlong, into battle.
But, thanks to our bond with Rachel, I now had a glimpse behind the mask, and the formidable swings in his emotions stunned me, their ferocity often choking me.
But the emotion coming from him now settled into contentment, a strange and wonderful feeling neither of has had experienced much prior to her.
“There is no other I would choose as second, Ryston. And you proved the wisdom of my choice our very first night with our mate.” Maxim walked toward me and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “You knew just how far to push her. In my caution, I would have left her unsatisfied, her needs unmet. I would have failed her. You were the right choice. She needs you.”
His words soaked into my bones like a thousand insects crawling inside me. I was not used to this type of conversation and I shifted on my feet, eager to put some distance between us.
Fuck. I needed to go shoot something.
“Male bonding.” Rachel swept into the room wearing the copper-colored gown I generated for her that first night. It was the first time in three days she’d been allowed to dress, her appetite for sex as fierce as our own. “How cute. You guys are adorable.”
Maxim leapt back the same moment as I, and Rachel laughed. Her brown eyes sparkled with happiness and her smile made my heart lurch in my chest. She looked happy. Content. As a mate should.
And that dress clung to every curve, lingering and shimmering over her breasts and hips like a lover’s caress. Breasts and hips I’d tasted. Touched. Licked.
My cock began to rise as Maxim crossed his arms over his chest, inspecting her.
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