I didn’t care about the science behind it, I only cared that it worked.
I loved the bright silver, glittery polish I’d painted on my nails. The matching blue ribbon braided into my long, blonde hair. I looked like a princess. Every. Day. Because I could, and because it made me feel royal. Watched over. Untouchable.
Like you’re not a threat. Like you need protecting.
I do.
Inner me snorted in disagreement. I ignored her. I was very, very good at ignoring her.
I’d been through enough—horror—to last a lifetime. Moping around, wearing black and feeling sorry for myself was not my style. At first, after the rescue, dressing up had been a coping mechanism. Now, looking like I’d stepped out of a fashion magazine was simply part of my life.
Especiallytoday. I was going to meet my matched mate, the alien of my dreams, the one I was destined to spend the rest of my life with. And his second. Mysecondmate. I wanted them to take one look at me andwantme. I’d heard these alien males when they acted all growly and protective. I’d met Queen Jessica and her two huge, scary mates, Prime Nial and a scarred, frightening warrior named Ander—who I secretly thought was the sexiest damn warrior I’d ever seen. So freakingbigandscary.
No one would dare threaten the queen, not with those two—and an entire planet of warriors—to protect her. Now that I’d been matched, I was officially a citizen of Prillon Prime. The whole planet of vicious fighters was mine, too.
And, hopefully, in a matter of hours, I would have this gorgeous gown literally torn off my body in a wild display of uncontrollable lust, by both my mates.At the same time.Two of them. I’d be pressed between them, filled to bursting with two huge cocks, riding wave after wave of orgasmic delight.
It wassooooooinsanely hot to imagine. Incredible, and naughty. I wanted both of them rightnow.
I still couldn’t believe it. I’d actually been matched to a Prillon warrior. Officially matched by the Interstellar Brides processing protocols. My new mate was still fighting, out in space. On a ship. He was acommander.
He would be even more powerful and dominant than other warriors. Perhaps one of my mates would be bossy, and the other gentle? Or both perfect gentlemen, until we took our clothes off? Maybe they would demand sex every night? Or every morning? Both? Oh my god.Yes.
Two mates.
The bride testing—a simulation of some kind—was sensual, to say the least. Somehow, the alien computer made one feel like every touch, every word, sound and feeling wasreal.An erotic image from the sexual vision I’d just experienced filled my mind. A shiver of raw lust moved through me and landed in my still throbbing core. I was still wet. The orgasm I’d had at the end of the test only made me hungry for more. The Prillon mating collars—and the psychic link they created between mates—took normal lust and turned the volume up to eleven. I would feel my desire, and my mates’—at the same time.
Oh, heck yes. I was ready for lots of mind-blowing private time withtwohot mates.Sooooo,ready. To be fucked. Adored. Protected and cared for. Anything I needed, they would provide. They wouldknowwhat I wanted because we would all three be linked.
Two Prillon warriors totally devoted to me—in life, andin bed? So very, very naughty. I squirmed, just a bit. I couldn’t keep the restless need from escaping. I hadn’t been touched by a man in so long. I tried to recall the last time—before the—before that. I could barely remember my last date with a human man, it had been years.
“The transport window is closing, my lady. If we wait much longer, I will need to delay your departure.” The Prillon warrior in control of the transport pad interrupted Makayla’s long goodbye.
“Of course. So sorry.” I gave Makayla one final, super-tight hug, and walked up the few stairs to join my soon-to-be transported suitcase so we could be flung across the galaxy.
The officer nodded, his large hands moving competently over the controls.
Would my mates touch me with that level of intense concentration?
Were their hands that big? That skilled?
What waswrongwith me? I was thinking like a horny teenager.
“Are you ready, my lady?” The transport officer had kind eyes. He knew where I was going. And why. I nodded.
Makayla waved good-bye as the hum of the transport pad rose from the floor like an electricity bath. The extra energy building up for my jump through space made me squirm like a shelter puppy about to be released from its cage.Finally free.
Oh, yes. I was ready to meet my new mate.
Commander Zarren Helion.
Even his name sounded formidable.
I justknewhe was going to be one hundred percentperfect.
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Commander Zarren Helion, Intelligence Core, Black Fleet, Sector 438
