Page 45 of Matched and Mated

I had no idea if the thought came from Trist or myself, but I wasted no time, walking straight to the drawer where the amazing lube device was kept. By the time I returned, Trist had moved in closer, his fingers trailing the links between her nipples and her clit as if hypnotized. He held out his hand and she looked like a queen as she placed her hand in his, her rings and bracelets flashing in the light in perfect complement to the chained jewels adorning her body.

“Gods, you are beautiful, Miranda.” There was wonder in his tone. Awe. I felt the same.

His words pleased her, her happiness at his honest adoration a sensation like melted sweets coating my ragged heart. These collars were a gift from the gods themselves, and so was our female.

I added my devotion and desire to his, hitting her full blast as she strolled around our living quarters in her new adornments, the tension building. I was content to allow the moment to ride, build her anticipation, her pleasure. I was inclined to be patient.

Not so, her primary mate.

“Enough.” Trist moved like the warrior he was, with speed, and she was gasping and laughing as he pressed her back to a wall and claimed her mouth.

“Do you accept my claim, Miranda? Or do you wish to choose another primary male.”

There was no laughter in her voice when she answered him. “I already answered that question, Captain Treval. Do you have a hearing problem? Maybe I should choose a mate who can listen the first—”

Shock. Lust. Her back to the door. Trist had lifted her mid-sentence and impaled her on his cock, was pounding into her in a rhythm that had her head thrashing side to side as her breathe burst from her with each thrust of his hips.

“Maybe. You. Did. Listen.”

He growled in response, his lips dropping to her forehead as he fucked her. Hard.

“Damn it, Trist. Wait for me.”

He turned his head and the feral smile I saw there let me know there would be no waiting, I would have to take what was mine, and I wanted to fuck her tight ass. Make her lose control. I wanted her to scream my name, not his. Mine.

I smiled back at Trist as Miranda’s soft moans pushed me into action, the lube device in my hand.

Challenge accepted.

Miranda

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The wall was hot against my back. Not cold. Not anymore. Trist’s huge cock filled me and each thrust lifted me higher on the wall, his body hitting the new piercing in my clit, jostling the connecting chain that hung from my nipples. It was erotic. Sinful.

Fucking hot. God. So damn hot with Brax watching, waiting to pounce.

Lifting my arms above my head, I knew Trist would respond immediately this time. He knew me now, knew what I needed.

I wasn’t disappointed, his hand appeared to lock my wrists above my head, his grip tight but not painful, just hard enough to let me know I wasn’t going anywhere until he was through with me. I was at his mercy, and my body lit up like fireworks as he fucked me. Hard. Harder.

Brax was watching. Waiting. He was like an Adonis, a dark and sensual god admiring his work. And I knew exactly what he was holding, the anal toy these Prillons had invented for their mates. Soon, he would be fucking me, too, his darker skin in contrast to my pale body and Trist’s golden tones. His dark hair like silk in my fingers. His scent mixing with Trist’s until I was drowning in them both.

Trist pounded into me and I tightened my legs around his waist, dug my heels into his hips. More. I wanted more. I wanted both of them.

He kissed my forehead, looked at Brax, then leaned down and nipped me on the ear. The shoulder. The smallest bite of pain, but it made me groan his name.

“Trist.”

“Come for me, mate. Now. I want Brax to know who is pleasing you.”

Brax? What would Brax think?

The blast of heat from both males hit me through our collars, and I lost control as Trist pushed deep, my pussy going into spasms all over his cock.

I shuddered, my body exploding as Trist held me trapped. I had no choice but to submit, surrender. And that pushed me higher, as aftershocks rolled through me, pushing me toward a second orgasm.

“Not yet, mate.” That was Brax, his voice a growl next to my ear. I turned to the side to see him standing next to us.

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