Maxim, three days later
Maxim, three days later
“I am ready to be claimed,” Rachel said.
Those words stopped me. My legs, my mind. But it stirred my c**k. Every Prillon male waited to hear a female say those words. I am ready to be claimed.
I am ready to be claimed.By doing so, Rachel would be ours, forever. Her collar would change color from black to copper. Match Ryston’s and mine. It would be a signal to everyone that she was Lady Rone officially, that she’d accepted us, wanted us. No, f**k, needed us and never wanted to let us go.
Ryston must have had the same thoughts. While I felt his surprise and blatant eagerness through the collar, his words confirmed it. “What do you mean, Rachel? Claim? To become ours permanently? To be f****d by both of us, to take our seed deep inside you
