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Danika Gray, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, FloridaWarm, strong hands held my naked body in place, the large, rough fingers wrapped around my hips from behind. Heat flooded me from the muscular chest pressed to my back. My legs were spread wide, wrapped over the male’s thighs I sat on, my p***y open and on display.
My pulse raced, my flesh shivering in anticipation of…something.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself freely, to me and my second, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”
Ummm, no? I wanted to tell this man, whoever he was, that I had no intention of accepting his claim on anything, but the body I seemed to be occupying shivered with need at the deep timbre of his voice, my—her—core throbbed, wet with welcome.
“Yes. Yes, I accept your
