“Fuck. Suck me down. Do it now.”
As if for emphasis of that order, the two cocks buried in my body heaved forward to lift me closer. With a giggle thatneverwould have come from my throat, she opened her mouth and took him throat deep in one go.
Holy shit.
“Now you may come, female. With your mates fucking you. You belong to us now.”
Belong? I didn’tbelongto anyone. I was not property. I—
They moved. All three. Gently pulled back. Thrust deep.
Again.
They moved in rhythm as if they had done this a hundred times before. The hands on my nipples twisted just hard enough to burn but not hurt. The man fucking my pussy wrapped huge hands around my legs and held me open. The lover whose cock was in my mouth leaned over and took control of my wrists.
I was locked down. Trapped. There was nothing I could do but accept what they were doing to me. Take it.
Shame burned through me like wildfire through dry grass, but I couldn’t stop becauseshewould not stop. They fucked me over and over, all three of them touching me with hot skin. I could hear their breathing and mine. Frantic. Out of control.
She didn’t feel any guilt or remorse. She had no second thoughts. She took them as if it was her right to feel this way, to want them all, to fuck them all.
God.I couldn’t imagine. But now I didn’t have to.
The orgasm roared through me like a freight train at full speed and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. My pussy and ass muscles clenched down, the tightness, the resistance making the muscle spasms inside me even stronger. There was a sharp sting as one of them gave a light swat to my bottom. It was perfect.
Yes…I was exploding into glitter. Burning to ash. There was nothing left of me but their cocks. Their hands. Emotion surged through me like a flash flood of joy. Lust.
Love.
Shit. That last one wasdefinitelynot me.
“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me?” The question was from a female voice, not Kayson. The confusion pulled me away from my lovers. Their hands. Their cocks.
Nooo.The love the woman had for her lovers overwhelmed me like a dagger to my chest. My eyes burned. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks. It hurt. So bad.
“Ms. Smith? The testing is over. How are you feeling?”
Testing? I was taking a test?
“I know it is difficult, but you need to let go. Don’t fight the program.”
Program? I tried to blink. Focus. Nothing felt right. Or real.
“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me? You are at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. I am Warden Egara. We just completed your planetary assessment required to clear you for your mission.” A small, cool hand rested against my cheek for a moment, then my forehead.
“Yes. I can hear you.” Damn it.Mission.One word and it all came flooding back to me. I sounded like I’d eaten half a can of nails and not yet recovered. Smith wasn’t my real name, but I wasn’t sharing that bit of information either.
“Excellent.”
“Water.”
“Of course.” I blinked the woman into focus as she used a nod of her head to order someone to bring me water. At least, that’s what Ithoughtshe was doing. I’d get the water myself, but I was strapped down to a chair that looked like it belonged in the horror story version of getting a tooth pulled. Of course, any trip to the dentist was a nightmare for me. Total nightmare.
I laughed at myself. Idiot. I could be shot at by international criminals and mercenaries without batting an eye. Put me in a dentist’s chair and I needed laughing gas and a sedative.
Ironic. That was the word I was looking for.
“Ms. Smith. The water?”
