“Brax.”
He kept his eyes on me but spoke to Trist. “Turn around, Trist.”
Trist released my wrists, his hands going to my ass as he did what Brax had asked. And it had been a request, of sorts. When it came to fucking me, it seemed a steady truce and understanding had been reached by my mates.
My mates. Mine. God. Both of them were mine.
Trist, his back to the door, lifted me by my ass, presenting me to Brax. Moments later, Brax’s lips pressed to my shoulder as his fingertips found the tight opening of my ass and slipped the Prillon lube inside. Filled me with the warm fluid. Fucked me gently with the small toy before pulling it out.
My pussy rippled, clamping down on Trist like a fist and his groan seemed to drive Brax to hurry. He placed his cock at my opening and began to slide inside, stretching me, filli
ng me until I was full, impossibly full of my two men, pressed between them, protected and safe and loved.
I shuddered and leaned my head back against Brax’s chest, the only way I could touch him, let him know how much I loved him. Loved them both.
Love filled me up from somewhere deep inside, not an explosion, not orgasmic, but like the wind or the sunlight on my skin. Like breathing. It simply was.
Trist shuddered, his hands turning to vices on my hips. “Miranda.”
Buried balls deep behind me, Brax held his hips still, his hands wrapping around me to play with the adornments on my nipples, trace the line of gold down my belly as he lowered his head and kissed me on the shoulder again. “Gods, female, you are going to kill us with that.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “With what?”
“Love, mate.” Trist’s golden face was so solemn, so painfully beautiful. My mate, the one who made me feel completely safe, utterly perfect. The mate who had finally healed all the cracks and breaks in my heart. “With love.”
They took me slowly, Trist with his gaze locked on mine as they fucked me, as if afraid I would disappear. Brax caressed every inch of my skin, played with the adornments the way I’d always imagined, making me feel beautiful. Claimed. Cherished.
We came together, my orgasm triggering both of them over the edge with me, and when it was done, both of my mates took great joy in inspecting my neck and the green collar that now made us a family.
Epilogue
Miranda, Natalie and Roark’s quarters, Xalia City, Trion
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Three months later
* * *
“Holy shit, Miranda. He’s big.” Natalie leaned in and whispered. “Is he big… everywhere?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her question and all three males, Roark, Brax and Trist, turned to look over their shoulders at us. We’d just transported to the planet and arrived at Natalie and Roark’s home. Roark was leading my mates into the family room where I could hear Noah chattering away, probably telling his little sister they had guests.
Wow, all three of them together was a sight. Brawny and all alpha male goodness. I’d been envious of what Natalie had with Roark, but not any longer. I had two males who were all mine.
Natalie knew Brax well, but had not met Trist. And I hadn’t been able to talk to my best friend much since I’d been tested and transported to Battleship Zakar, and she’d been in the dark about everything I’d been through except the fact that I was matched to a Prillon.
I grinned. “Yes, he is big. Everywhere.”
She hugged me again then sighed, fanning herself. I started to follow the guys, but her hand on my arm stopped me. “You’re happy?” Her gaze searched mine. “I know Brax was kind of jerk there for a while, but I don’t think he meant to be one. In fact, I’d say it was just being your typical, clueless member of the male species.”
I thought of Brax, of how far he’d come in such a short time. From being the “jerk” I’d left behind to the mate he was now. Committed. Ever present. Dominant.
I felt the weight of the chain that dangled between my breasts, the barely there tug it had on the nipple rings. I felt the medallions, warm and heavier against the skin of my upper belly. I wore loose tops now, for while some Trion mates liked to show off the fact they’d been claimed, Trist preferred to keep my…adornments…to himself. My fingers went to the collar about my neck, the outward sign of being his mate. Of being theirs. Trist was very possessive and didn’t like to share with anyone but Brax. And while he wouldn’t admit to Brax aloud that he loved the rings and chain, I could feel how it made him hot to gaze upon them. As for Brax, he’d gone from wanting to show me off to keeping me all to himself and Trist. Apparently, Trist had brought him around to the Prillon way of thinking.
Well, either that or the interested looks I was getting from the other warriors on the battleship. Trist assured me that not one would ever disrespect me, Lady Treval, and they hadn’t. But that didn’t mean the warriors did not admire Trist’s mate.
A fact which drove Brax to distraction. The fact that I’d once thought him uninterested seemed like an alien concept now. Alien. I would have laughed at that, except I was now mated to two of them.