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  Grace Goodwin

  Lady Miranda Treval, Battleship Zakar, Bay 5

  The number of warriors gathered astonished me as I approached the young Prillon boy who’d helped save all of our lives. It had only been two weeks since the Hive attack, two weeks since I’d nearly lost Trist and we’d become a family.

  Two precious weeks when everything in my life, and my heart, had settled into perfect rhythm. Trist was mine, the battlegroup’s second in command, my primary mate. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the young Prillon. On his opposite shoulder, facing me as I approached, was Commander Zakar himself.

  I waved to six or seven of my new students, young children I’d met this last week as I began working with the battlegroup’s school to make sure the children were getting everything they needed. I felt useful, happy, and I loved the little ones already. Especially the growling and scowling boys busy trying to impress everyone with their fierce battle skills… at all of four of five years old.

  My hand rested briefly on my abdomen and I wondered if the wee one growing there would be a boy or a girl? If the baby was a boy, would he be one of those adorable young heathens spending more time wrestling on the floor during nap time than pretending to sleep?

  The thought made me smile, but I pushed the emotion aside, not wanting my mates to catch on. Not yet. I had gone to one of the other doctors—a fact I hoped Brax would spank me for later—for a check and she had confirmed that I was pregnant. Just days, but the baby would belong to Trist. I worried that Brax might not accept the child, and the emotional roller-coaster had already begun. Laughter. Tears. Laughter. Tears. I was a wreck, and I felt blissful and blessed to be so.

  At least two hundred warriors and dozens of mates and children crowded into the shuttle bay. I’d been told by Trist that it was the largest area we could safely use for this type of ceremony without disrupting battle plans or endangering the group. I accepted that. Everyone would know just how brave and honorable the young warrior was, as I’d insisted the ceremony be broadcast throughout the entire ship.

  Neither Var’s mother nor fathers had protested. They beamed with pride now, standing on a raised dais behind their son. Var’s young sister, who’d had such faith in him, was grinning and bouncing as if she could barely keep still. Var’s mother beamed, her smile impossible to contain while his fathers both tried so hard to look serious when I knew their energy would be zinging through the mated trio via their collars.

  Perhaps these older Prillon warriors were simply better at hiding their reactions to their mate than mine were at hiding their reactions to me.

  Brax, in particular, was absolutely hopeless. One glance at his or Trist’s hard ass, one tug on my nipple rings or on the chain running to my clit, and it was as if he and Trist both appeared out of midair to satisfy me in every possible way.

  Trist enjoyed a bit of suspense, the build-up, and he loved to watch Brax play with me for a bit before taking command. But Brax? He was insatiable. He said he’d made me wait before and would never make the same mistake again. He’d make me beg, and squirm, and scream… but never wait for his touch or his attention. Never again.

  Even now, as I placed the golden ribbon and the large medal that had been transported from Prillon Prime, from Prime Nial and his mate, Jessica, the smile on my face was not completely for the young male before me, but for life. For joy. For new beginnings and taking chances.

  “Thank you, Lady Treval,” Var said, bowing low at the waist. The crowd remained silent as I turned to face them in my formal green gown. Good thing I loved the color, because neither Brax nor Trist seemed inclined to accept me in any other any time soon. And if I tried? Well, my mates could be very, very persuasive.

  Sometimes I wore something else just to see what they would do.

  I grinned at Brax, who stood a few feet away, watching me, as he always did these days, with raw devotion in his gaze. He didn’t hide anything from me, not anymore.

  “Warriors and families of Battlegroup Zakar. I am Lady Treval, and I am here to honor the young Prillon warrior who not only saved my life but assisted in the defeat of a group of Hive who were targeting our outlying ships. Var fought bravely, with a command of his fear that one would expect from a much older, more experienced warrior. His brave actions under fire saved his sister and two other children, myself and both of my mates, Doctor Valck Brax and Captain Trist Treval.”

  The warriors watching erupted into loud cheers at the name of their second in command, but I watched from the corner of my eye as Brax was slapped on the back, hugged in that awkward way males had, like two stiff logs trying to get close but not bump into one another. His happiness burst through the collar and I glanced at Trist, to find him watching with a grin on his face as well.

  Yes, we truly were a family now.

  Brax really was mine. He was staying. Forever. As in, they’d transferred him to Commander Zakar’s battlegroup until the end of time, or until he retired. Which, judging by the simmering rage inside both of my mates any time the Hive was mentioned, would be a long time coming.

  “I am honored to be among you, serving the Coalition,” I continued my speech, the support and complete faith my mates had in me making me stronger than I’d ever been. A year ago, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to speak in front of ten people, let alone hundreds of warriors and their mates. But here I was, my heart light and my body buzzing with the sensual appreciation coming from behind me.

  Turning, I raised a brow at Trist, whose devilishly handsome—and not a bit sorry—grin nearly made my knees collapse.

  He was naughty. So deliciously naughty. And so very mine. God bless the freaking matching protocols, and fate, and whoever else I could be grateful to.

  The Prillon boy standing before me watched me with something akin to awe in his eyes, and I tried like hell to focus on the task at hand with two amorous alien warriors both thinking about… well, I didn’t know exactly what they were thinking, but I knew how they felt about it. And those thoughts were making my pussy hot, wet and pulsing with agonizing arousal.

  I cleared my throat and placed my hand on the Var’s shoulder. “Thank you, Var. Not only did you save my life, but because of your bravery, the Coalition was able to acquire shielding and armor from the Hive invaders. Even now, that technology is being studied by the Fleet and could lead to the tide turning in our favor in this war.”

  Those gathered cheered even more loudly, but the boy dragged his gaze from mine, with what appeared to be a bit of reluctance. Oh, boy. I’d have to be careful. He might be developing a bit of a crush.

  As if he were reading my mind, he turned to Commander Zakar on his right. “When can I order an Interstellar Bride of my own?”

  The commander chuckled and slapped the young Prillon on the back. “You have to be of age, son, then serve at least two years to be eligible.”

  The boy grinned at me, then quickly glanced back to the commander. “Can I request a female from Earth?”

  That made Trist laugh, which shocked the hell out of me—and probably everyone else in the room. Trist’s hand joined Zakar’s, but on the boy’s opposite shoulder. “I believe you can, Var. I believe you can.”

  ***

  Three Hours Later, Personal Quarters

  Seeing two big aliens eating ice cream put a smile on my face. Big, burly and scooping up the melty cold stuff and watching their faces as the cold treat melted on their tongue…

  I thought of thos
e tongues, what they could do. I squirmed. I’d been squirming for hours. I glared at Trist. This had to be his doing. Brax was all caveman, all the time the last few days. But Trist? Oh, the devil. He loved to make me squirm.

  “I believe I like this one the best,” Trist said, holding up his spoon.

  “I like this flavor,” Brax added, licking his spoon of any remnants. “And the color reminds me of your nipples.”

  Said nipples tightened at his dark tone. “Show them to me so I can compare.”

  “That’s… that’s strawberry,” I murmured, instantly aroused.

  Brax arched a brow and waited.

  I cleared my throat, recognizing we were shifting from a late-night snack to something… more.

  “Strawberry, Master.” I added the one word which changed everything. It was time to play. I wasn’t sure how they were going to dominate me, but calling Brax Master was a sign that they were in charge, which totally worked for me.

  I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let the loose garment fall to my waist. The fabric brushed over my nipple rings and sent the thin chain that dangled between to swaying.

  “You’re a darker pink, I believe.” His tongue flicked out, licked the last of the decadent treat off his spoon. My pussy fluttered remembering that exact same motion on my clit.

  “What’s this flavor called?” Trist asked. His voice was smooth and even as if I weren’t sitting topless at our dinner table.

  I’d made several different kinds for them from the S-Gen machine to try and they’d worked their way through sampling them all, but I wasn’t paying the bowls between us any attention.

  “Oh, um, vanilla,” I replied.

  After the incident with the children on the other ship, they’d insisted I make some cookies for them. They’d liked them. Duh. Who didn’t like chocolate chip cookies? Or peanut butter ones? Snickerdoodles? No mate of mine would hate them.

  “You should try it on a cookie,” I advised. “Or between two of them in what is called an ice cream sandwich.”

  Trist’s light gaze lifted from his bowl to me.

  Oh boy. That look. That gleam.

  “Perhaps we should try it on you.”

  Brax reached across the table and dipped his spoon into the bowl of vanilla, coated it with the white, melting goodness.

  Turning, he held it just above my right nipple, tipped the utensil so a few drops of the cool ice cream dribbled onto me.

  I gasped at the coldness, the tip hardening so much at the contact.

  Trist stood and moved around the table, stood behind me. “And as for this sandwich you mentioned, I think you will be between your two mates.”

  Brax leaned forward, his mouth right where his spoon had been. He looked up at me with his dark, heated eyes. “And it is you we will eat.”

  His mouth closed around my nipple and I gasped. His tongue swirled to clean up the ice cream, then flicked the small ring. My hands went to his hair, fingers tangling and holding him there.

  His head came up. “No touching.”

  I gave a slight nod and dropped my hands to my sides. “Yes, Master,” I whispered.

  “She should be tied up,” Trist said.

  Before Brax, before the collars, I knew he’d never say such words. Brax was the one who liked to put me at their mercy, to have my wrists—and sometimes even my ankles—tied to the corners of the bed so they could do whatever they wished to me.

  Now Trist knew I liked it. I needed it. And he needed it, too. He liked to see me squirming and writhing, begging and completely at their mercy.

  Brax grinned. “Yes, I believe you are right.”

  Big hands scooped me up. Trist. I was over his shoulder, my dress sliding down over my hips and falling to the floor as he carried me to our bedroom. I loved this. I was naked, they were fully clothed. I was going to be bound to our mating bed and… devoured.

  “Bring the ice cream. There are other places I wish to lick it from besides her nipples.”

  Brax practically growled from the other room as Trist dropped me on the bed.

  “Part your thighs, mate. Show me how pink and wet your pussy is. Just like that Earth fruit.”

  Slowly, I put my feet on the bed, bent my knees and did as he wished.

  “I don’t taste like strawberries,” I said.

  He leaned forward, grabbed my ankles and tugged me to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he settled my legs over his shoulders so he was right… there.

  “No, mate. But you are sweet and sticky.”

  Brax came into the room with a bowl in one hand, a spoon in the other.

  “Where do you want it?” he asked.

  Trist tipped his head toward my center. “There.”

  Instead of drizzling it onto me as I’d thought, he pushed the dessert items at him and climbed on the bed. Taking my wrists, he lifted them over my head. While I wasn’t bound by rope, his hold was just as secure.

  Trist grinned up at me from just above my pussy. He tipped the spoon and a cold trickle landed on my clit, slid down over my slit. He licked it up in one long, slow motion.

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  “No god here,” Trist said. “Only your mates. You are delicious. So hot, so wet. So perfect.”

  “Ours,” Brax said.

  Trist nodded. “Ours.”

  That was the last thing either of them said as they mastered my body. And my heart.

 

 

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