I tried to shout out in protest as the male lowered his head toward my—her—neck. He scraped the sharp points over her sensitive skin, the slight sting making my—her—pussy clench in anticipation. The first shocking stirring of an orgasm rocketed through me in a single spasm. Stopped.

Her moan of protest matched what I was feeling. The orgasm rode me, teased me, wouldn’t quite come for a visit. Damn it.

“I want them deep. Fuck me. Bite me. I need you.” The female voice sobbed with need. She was desperate. Shameless. I would never beg like that.

Never.

The male fucking me shuddered at her words, his fangs returning to press along the curve of her neck. “You are mine. My mate. I will kill anyone who touches you.”

“Yes,” she begged, his words, his threat of violence, making her body spin out of control. She was dizzy. Which meant I was dizzy. I felt like I was falling. Spinning. Lost.

“Mine.”

Fangs sank deep, the shock wave of heat, the momentary flash of pain followed by intense bliss as hot liquid—the best fucking drug I had ever even dreamed existed—flooded my body. My mind. Love exploded inside my—her—body as her mate claimed her, filled her with his essence.

I had no idea how I knew what was happening, but she knew. He was giving her everything. His body. His life. His loyalty. His soul was in that bite. And she took it like the greedy bitch she was—took it all. Leaving nothing for me.

Her body exploded, the orgasm making her wail in a long, drawn-out scream of pleasure that I felt with every cell in my body.

Fuck. Me. My body rocked up off the table as the strange sound of my own voice filled my ears and the male, his bite, the complete and utter bliss I’d been feeling, faded away like a dream.

“No!” I tried to get him back. I wasn’t finished. She wasn’t finished. We wanted more. I knew she was going to get more. A lot more.

“Miss Gregg? Can you hear me?”

“No.”

A soft huff of laughter answered my denial. “Glad you are back in the land of the living. Your testing is complete.”

“Send me back.” I rolled my head from side to side, testing the hardness of the strange indentation my skull rested between. And then I remembered all of it. The Interstellar Brides testing center. The chair that looked like my worst nightmare from too many visits to the dentist’s office—I had a rather terrible sweet tooth when I was young and too many cavities to count. I remembered, too, that my two best friends in the world were gone, really gone. No longer on Earth, gone. Which was just one more layer to the reasoning behind my decision to volunteer as a bride.