Matched and Mated

“The collars. We were saying, mate, in slang, that many women back on Earth would be willing to kill to get their hands on Prillon mating collars.”

One of the officers I hadn’t noticed before leaned back in his seat and caught my eye as he spoke for the first time. “Give me the coordinates, Commander, and I shall set course for Earth at once. We wouldn’t want any females to suffer when we have an abundance of males willing to collar and claim them rather than waiting for their brides.”

The commander now understood I was joking, but obviously the officer hadn’t. Commander Zakar shook his head

most beautiful emeralds I had been able

for me…or for our mate.” Brax looked pleased with himself. “Miranda is too beautiful not to cover completely. And I had them exchange half of the Trion seals with the

use a gun—some big-ass weapon like a Howitzer—and he could also fly us off this ship. Apparently, he could fly just about everything

that, accept a new warrior into my

remain calm, to judge just how much danger

Felt it through the collars. Saw the intensity of it flare in her eyes.
“Trist,” she groaned. Writhed, although there was nowhere for her to go.
I felt her pleasure, her heat. With my hands on her hips, I lifted her almost completely

it easily and she gasped, wiggled on my lap.
I let her fuck herself on me, which only worked my thumb into her even deeper.
I widened my knees until she was opened too. Her feet didn’t touch the floor and

questioned his ability to be my second, for a second was stalwart. He stood

down her arms.
The farther