He studied me for what felt like forever. The worry in his golden gaze nearly made me relent. “We are yours. We will give you everything you need.”
I shook my head, my gaze darting between Marz and Vance, between Marz’s bare neck and the collar already worn by my second. I reached up and placed my hand on Marz’s neck where the collar should be. “If you are mine, you will understand that this is what I need. I need to feel you, both of you. I’m not afraid.” That last was a lie, but he wouldn’t know that unless he put the damn collars on both of us and then it would be too late.
“As you wish, mate. But I must warn you, we have thirty days to convince you to accept our claim. No matter what you feel, no matter how much you may regret linking yourself to us, we will not let you go.”
If he thought that was supposed to scare me, he was wrong. His vow had the opposite effect. “I don’t want you to let me go. I want to feel you. I need to know this is real.”
I reached for the dark burgundy collar threaded through his fingers and pulled it loose. Staring into his golden eyes, I lifted the collar to his neck and wrapped it around the muscular heat of him. I had no idea how it worked, but I didn’t need to. Once the two ends met, the collar performed some magic of its own, closing into a solid circle and sinking into the flesh of his neck as if it were part of him.
The black collar dangled from his grasp like the devil’s own temptation. I reached for it, understanding without needing to be told that it wasn’t my fear preventing Marz from placing the collar around my neck, but his own.
What could he possibly feel that was so terrible, so horrible, so overwhelming that he truly believed I would demand he let me go?
Marz and Vance both leaned closer as I lifted the black collar to my neck. Watched. Waited.
The strands connected. The material began to shift in size and shape to fit my neck. It settled, stopped moving.
I waited.
Animal lust slammed into me like a punch to the gut. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as need, raw, wild, feral drove every sane thought from my mind. I was not human, not a woman. I was athing that neededto touch. To taste. To fuck.
“Holy shit.” My body responded, the blanket too much stimulation on my sensitive skin.
I tugged at the blanket, tried to get it off. Vance pulled it from my body, leaning forward to capture one of my nipples between his teeth. He pulled hard enough to make a sharp intake of breath race across my parted lips as Marz’s fingers pushed deep. Thrust hard. Retreated. Marz’s lips slammed down to claim my mouth as Vance worked my nipple, his hand wrapped around my inner thigh, pulling my legs wide for Marz’s invasion.
I was trapped between two powerful warriors. Bare to them physically and emotionally. I didn’t have any dark secrets to hide. Theyhungered.
I arched off the bed as they both drove me to a fever pitch. Marked me. Claimed me. They left no part untouched or unexplored, tasting, touching and teasing until I thought I would lose control.
Then I did. The scream left my throat as the most intense orgasm of my life turned my mind into tossed spaghetti, thoughts so tangled I had no hope of a single coherent thought.
They stopped moving. I opened my eyes to find their gazes locked on me, memorizing every detail, watching me lose control. Their satisfaction, their intense need to bring me pleasure, buzzed through our connection like I’d mainlined a drug, instead of heroine, sex. Pleasure. Lust.
As I gasped in a feeble attempt to slow my galloping heart, take a single deep breath, they both stood and stripped out oftheir uniforms, baring massive chests, shoulders rippling with muscle, abs any man would kill for, thighs thick as tree trunks. Cocks…
Fuck. Oh my god. No way those were both going to fit inside me.
“Do not worry mate. We would never hurt you. We will not share you in that way until you have been prepared.”
“Prepared?” How the hell were they?—
With a savage grin, Marz ran his fingertips over a bracelet I hadn’t noticed before, some kind of control system? For wha--?
Something moved.Inside me.In my ass.
Vance’s gaze was locked onto mine and I realized that he would be the one filling me back there. I looked from his face to his hard, eager cock and tried to keep my cheeks from burning red. I failed. I felt the heat, the embarrassment.
They felt it, too.
Vance crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. He slipped one finger, slowly, into my ass as thethinginside me buzzed and expanded, filled me with warm, wet lube of some kind. “The ATD was implanted as part of your processing, mate. The device adjusts in size. We will help your body prepare to take both of us. It produces lubricant, so we will not hurt you or tear your flesh.”
Next to me, Marz watched intently as Vance locked his lips over my clit and began to suck. Hard.
“We will never hurt you, mate.”
Vance’s tongue flicked my clit and I cried out. I tried to move, plant my feet in the mattress and shift my weight away from the erotic assault.
Vance’s hands locked around my hips, pulled me closer as he kept one finger in my ass and thrust two into my pussy.
