“I want you to prove to me that this is all real.” I shift between them, feeling their muscular bodies respond to mine and seeing their eyes darken at my words.
"Say it again," Rafe commands, his voice dropping into that tone that reminds me of my first lesson with him. "Say it with your identification necklace against your throat."
I reach for the silver medallion that marks me as their wife, employee, and prisoner. The symbol that once felt like a brand but now feels like belonging. I press it against my skin. "I want you both to prove to me this is real,” I repeat louder.
"Our choice sinner needs proof,” Lorian says softly, his fingers sliding into my hair, gripping it just hard enough to send heat racing through me.
"Help me break free. Prove to me it won’t end." I spread my legs open and touch myself.
“You want us to break you free of your thoughts, or break you open to make sure you’re really alive?” Rafe asks.
The question makes me both scared and horny. "Both,” I say confidently. “I want you to make me forget why I even questioned this. Punish me for not believing I deserved this or you both.”
“As you wish,” Lorian says, and then they both begin to worship my naked body like I'm sacred. Their hands and mouths running all over me, licking, kissing, teasing, and occasionally biting.
“Tell me what you dreamed of on Alba," Lorian says, as his mouth travels down my throat. "When you hated us the most. When you thought we had betrayed you."
The question should horrify me, but instead it liberates something inside me. "I dreamed of this," I confess. "Of belonging to you again. Despite everything, I couldn’t believe in my heart that you were really hurting me."
"And now that you know the truth, what do you think?" Rafe asks, his hand sliding down my stomach, pausing just above where I need him most. The Venus Lock is long gone, but sometimes I swear, I can still feel it, a phantom sensation of control and denial.
"Now I know I should have always trusted my instincts, and I just want to be yours again. Completely. Without fear. And without the disgust I felt during the Grand Championships."
"And what about the next Championships?" Lorian asks, circling one of my pierced nipples. "When you'll stand beside us as our human liaison?”
I meet his gaze steadily, and I purposely dig my nails into his shoulder. "I won’t stand there thinking you condone what’s happening. Because now I know you don’t, and the galaxy does too.”
Rafe pinches my clit, and I jump. “The galaxy knows nothing. They think this is a gimmick to punish the trainers and make more credits. But you know the truth. And we will allow you to operate as you see fit.”
"Just don’t get caught this year," Lorian says, pressing his lips to my collarbone.
I push both of their heads back so that they both are looking at me. “You mean you expect me to betray you?”
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t try,” Lorian says. “You’re human after all.”
“We may not be as clever as you, Wife. But we aren’t fools,” Rafe adds.
I’m dumbfounded. “Then why did you marry me and agree to this?”
“Because we love you,” Lorian says.
“And when in love, logic and facts don’t matter,” Rafe adds.
“No more talking,” Lorian says, and proceeds to suck on my left breast, and then Rafe my right.
I put my hands on top of each of their heads, letting the information sink in while passion ignites inside of me.
They both then begin to work my body with devastating precision.
Rafe’s fingers trace my body with the same meticulous attention he gives to everything, finding every weak point, every vulnerability, and exploiting it. "What are you?" he demands.
"Yours," I breathe. "Your wife and your prisoner."
"And what am I?" His teeth graze my ear, sending shockwaves through me.
"My jailer. My husband.Mine."
Rafe circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, slow and maddening. Just enough pressure to make my thighs tremble, but never enough to give release.
