C2 2

Chloe Phan, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Miami

Lips roamed over my belly. My bare belly. A soft brushing and then a flick of the tongue. Heat swamped my senses and I felt the rough shock of whiskers as he turned his head, his breath fanning across my sweaty skin.

My fingers were tangled in his hair. When had I done that? I didn’t remember sliding them through the silky strands. Tugging. Then again, I didn’t remember a guy being on his knees before me, learning my taste, my feel.

“I can smell your desire.”

My scent. Holy shit, his hands cupped my bare bottom and pulled me in so his mouth could go…there.

“Oh!” I cried. My vocabulary was gone. Why? Because he had a very skilled tongue.

“Step nice and wide for me, mate. I want access to this pussy of mine.”

The growl was rough. Deep. Etched with sharp arousal.

Unlike guys I’d been with in the past who hadn’t found my clit with a headlamp and a compass, he found it with laser precision, flicking over the swollen flesh ever so lightly. Just the slightest slide on the left, across the top and back and my head fell back in surrender.

I was wet. Eager. Empty.

Maybe he was a mind reader as well as a pussy-whisperer because a hand slid up the inside of my thigh and unerringly found my center, circled my entrance then slid two fingers inside.

“You’re so tight,” he growled.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulled him back into place. “Don’t stop.”

Yeah, that was me. Begging.

I felt him smile against my most sensitive flesh.

“She likes this.”

I did. I liked it a whole heck of a lot, but I wasn’t sure why he was speaking to me in third-person.

“I can see that.”

A voice came from just over my shoulder as hands came around to cup my breasts. Hands not belonging to the guy eating me out. I knew this because his hands were still on my butt.

These new hands were big, tanned, with a smattering of dark hair on the backs. I could feel a hint of callouses on the palms as they lifted and learned the weight of my breasts.

“Yes.” I arched my back. I’d never been with two guys before, but this felt right. Somehow, I knew they were mine. And not just one hot night after hitting the bar kind of mine. But mine. As in forever.

The thought made me cry out and I heard their soft laughter.

“Yes, mate?” The man’s voice was at my ear. Gentle, but deep. Resonant with a hint of need and quite a bit of power. His hands mimicked that; his touch gentle, but the way his fingers were rolling and teasing my nipples, he liked control. Liked to dominate me, even with the slightest of motions.

And it worked. Yeah, my nipples were sensitive, always had been, but this guy knew exactly what he was doing.

Both of them did.

They quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm and they hadn’t done much. But then, I didn’t seem to be in control of my body. Or my mouth as I begged them to hurry, to take me. As I called them mate and told them I loved them.

And I did. The feeling welled up inside me like an explosion, so fierce and desperate I nearly choked on it.

Which made no sense, because they weren’t mine. I couldn’t even see their faces. And I hadn’t had a date in…well, a while. And never with two…

“Two males are better than one, don’t you think?” The man behind me spread his hand over my chest, holding me down as his partner pushed me harder, one finger sliding into my sensitive bottom as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit like his personal toy.

Had the man behind me not been holding me down, I would have bucked and crawled away. Their attention was too much. Too intense. “I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can.” He pinched my nipple, hard, just as the edge of orgasm had been about to rush through me. How he knew, I wasn’t certain, but I could feel his quiet attention. His need. His deep pleasure at seeing me submit to them both.

It was like we were connected.

And the man between my legs? I felt his emotions somehow. Knew he was determined to make me writhe. Scream.

Beg.

Oh, God. I was in soooo much trouble here. I should be freaking out. But this body, this strange woman’s body, succumbed to the bliss. Welcomed it. Was familiar with their particular brand of sensual play. She was coiled tighter than I’d ever been, the anticipation in her mind impossible to resist. She knew her orgasm was going to make her body explode, her toes curl, her mind float away. And she wanted it.

Which made me want it. So damned bad.

Which made no sense, because I had no idea where I was, but I felt safe and cherished and protected by two strangers. But they weren’t strangers to this body I was in, to her. They were hers. Her mates .

The man behind me fanned the swirl of my ear with his hot breath, his tongue following. “Two mates.”

“Four hands.” His palms gave my swollen breasts a careful squeeze as his partner worked my pussy and my ass with one hand. His other was laid across my abdomen, holding me down. Trapping me between the two powerful warriors. A finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that had me shifting my hips. The hand on my abdomen firmly held me in place.

“Two mouths.” I angled my head to the side as his lips slid down my neck, lighting a fiery wake. Instead of the tongue flicking over my clit, a mouth, hot and wet, settled over me, licked, suctioned slightly like he was kissing me there. Worshipping my body. The sudden gentleness, the feeling of being loved, washed through my mind like the most powerful aphrodisiac and I coiled even tighter. Desperate for them. Both of them. “Oh my god!”

“Two cocks.”

I felt the hard prod of one against my lower back. Thick and long. I felt a smear of wetness and I knew pre-cum oozed from the tip. He was as needy as I was.

“My balls ache with a need for me to sink into you.”

The guy before me swiped his flattened tongue from where his finger was deep inside me and up and over my clit. “You’ll feel how big I am. How hard you’ve made me. How crammed full you’ll be.”

I licked my lips as I clenched down on his finger. It wasn’t enough. I wanted that cock. I wanted the one that prodded at my back. I wanted them both. I wanted to be stuffed so full I’d never be able to forget them. I wanted to be dominated. And I wanted to be the woman who gave them pleasure. Who took their cum, the woman they cherished, would die to protect. Theirs.

This was crazy. Insane! I was dreaming—it had to be a dream—about two men. I’d never been with two men, let alone one guy who made me this hot. This needy.

I’d had sex before, I wasn’t a prude. But it had only released pent-up energy. A way to destress. I’d had a high-pressure job for years and sometimes a girl just needed to get off and her hand or vibrator just wouldn’t do.

A big cock was what was needed.

While I’d had a few big cocks, none had the skill of these two. And we hadn’t even gotten to the penis-in-vagina part.

“But first, you’ll come.”

“I want you now,” I ordered, knowing they’d deny me. Knowing they’d increase their attention, their sensual torment. I gasped as they continued their attentions.

“You’re our mate. It is our job, our privilege, to pleasure you,” the one behind me murmured, then pinched my nipples.

I gasped and the man between my legs growled. “Do that again. She just dripped all over my hand.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged again when he stopped licking my pussy to speak.

My nipples were pinched again, but nothing more was said. In seconds, I was brought to climax and I screamed. My body shook and I had no idea where I was. They completely destroyed me until the only thing I knew was them. They were real. Hot. Surrounding me. Keeping me sane as I came back to myself.

My blood thickened, my skin bloomed with sweat, my ears tingled. Lights even danced before my eyes. That was one hell of an orgasm.

“We’re not done, mate.” The one who’d ruthlessly played my clit moved back and the one behind me shifted, pulling me up so that my bare back pressed to the hot skin on his chest. His solid, muscled, huge chest. He pulled me back and suddenly I was pressed to his lap, my soft thighs brushing the rock-hard length of his, his knees bent enough so that I felt the flared crown of his cock slide over my slick and sensitive folds from behind. I felt the solidness of his body, the heat from his skin. He was so much bigger than me and I knew that he could hurt me easily. But that was not his intention. His goal was to fuck me, to make me feel good. Mission accomplished, but not finished. “That was just to warm you up. To get you all wet and swollen, ready for our big cocks.”

The tip slid in an inch, settled. God, he was big. I clenched and squeezed around him, adjusting to being stretched open.

“More?” he asked.

“More,” I breathed, wiggling my hips, but the hold on my waist kept me from moving, from lowering myself onto his hard length like I wanted to. I wanted him deep. Stretching me. Fucking me like a wild thing. Out of control.

“Bossy, isn’t she?” the one who’d licked my pussy said. He’d stood, but I still couldn’t see his face. Dreams were strange, blocking out the features of the man who’d eaten me out, but didn’t hide his naked body, his lean torso, the big cock that thrust toward me, eager to be inside. But I already had a cock in me, sliding in, retreating, going even deeper.

I reached for the huge cock in front of me, wrapped my fingers around the head and used my leverage on his sensitive organ to pull him toward me. Slowly, so I could take my time. Look. Lick my lips. Make him wait. Torment him the way he’d tormented me.

He chuckled and lifted a hand to trace the soft line of my jaw, my lower lip. “You won’t get fucked, mate, until my cock is in that hot mouth.”

Behind me, the other man froze, holding me in place, suspended in the air, half impaled. Desperate.

With a smile, I pulled the cock closer and leaned forward, closing my mouth around the tip.

“Thank the gods.” The roar behind me made me smile in satisfaction as my mate thrust up, hard and fast, burying himself in my tight pussy as my other mate thrust his hips forward, pushing his length into my open mouth.

His taste exploded on my tongue, nothing I’d ever experienced before. But she had. This woman whose sexual fantasy I was somehow hijacking. He tasted divine. Like heat and musk and man, and I sucked him deep, playing with his balls as the man behind me fucked me, my breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

The pleasure built in my mind. Mine. Theirs. It was strange and overwhelming and wonderful as we all shattered together, my pussy clamping down on one mate as my mouth sucked down on the other. Locking us together.

One.

Perfect.

Aftershocks rolled through me and the men’s voices grew softer, whispering words of love. Praise. Worship. I wanted to drown in it. Roll around in it. No one had ever talked to me like that. So much love. Devotion. Trust.

I never wanted it to end. But the voices faded. The room drifted in my mind like a dream melting away. I tried to hold onto it, but it faded. Left me bereft. Alone.

Cold.

Wherever I was, it was freaking cold. My body, my real body, shivered underneath a very lightweight fabric.

I startled awake, stared up at the plain white ceiling. I was breathing hard as if I’d run the hundred-meter dash, my skin damp with sweat. And my pussy? It ached from being filled with cock.

With imaginary cock.

I blinked, realized I was in the testing chair at the Interstellar Brides Processing Center. The testing. That hadn’t been a dream, exactly. But what was it? The warden said the Coalition had such advanced technology that they could look into my mind, see exactly what I needed in a mate. Not wanted. Needed .

Did I need two lovers? I’d never once considered it before. But, God, was it hot. Sexy. Sooo sexy.

My mother was probably rolling over in her grave. Again. I’d thought the same thing five years ago when I volunteered for the Coalition Fleet Intelligence Core.

Warden Egara moved around the table to stand before me, tablet in hand. She didn’t look surprised by my abrupt awakening from the testing, nor my current condition. Sweat covered. Pussy swollen and aching—not that she knew about that. But panting. Wishing I was still out in space, or wherever that was, and not in this stupid exam room feeling like a science experiment strapped to a dentist’s chair wearing a thin hospital gown.

“Was that supposed to happen? Did I fall asleep? Was that a dream?” I asked, licking my lips.

I was parched from screaming, but had I really done that? Or had I screamed in my dream with this severe, and very serious woman standing watch over me? I flushed hotly at the possibility.

“Yes. The technology assesses your deepest subconscious thoughts to discover your perfect match from available warrior candidates.”

My deepest thoughts were to get it on with two men? I’d never done it. Sure, I’d thought about a threesome. What woman hadn’t? Sandwiched between two hot guys? I’d be down with it, but so far in life, I’d barely been interested in keeping one boyfriend, let alone two. But if it would be like that dream? I was okay with it.

“During the testing, I read your file,” she said. Her tone was crisp, professional. She was from Earth, but worked for the Coalition, at least the Brides branch of it. Her uniform was a dark rust color, unadorned and familiar.

“Four years in the Coalition Fleet. Impressive.” She moved to prop her hip against the table in the middle of the small room. “I assume I’d be more impressed if most of your time in service wasn’t sealed.”

“I’m confused. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There it was. The standard answer popping out of my mouth on automatic pilot. I couldn’t talk about any of it. Not with her. Not with anyone.

But I had to get back out into space. I was suffocating here. Drowning in the minutia of a nine-to-five job. Drab apartment. Bills. Bullshit television shows. Surrounded by people I had nothing in common with. Earth? This just didn’t feel like home anymore. I wanted back in space and volunteering as a bride was how I was going to do it.