Chapter 15

FIVE ADULTS, FOUR OF whom were Primarian, made for a crowded exam room. They sat on the padded table, the twins on either side of her, as Ellar and Adria made preparations. Adria obtained her blood sample using a metal gun-like device. It was quick and painless.Then Ellar rolled a table closer with a covered tray on top. When he pulled off the drape, revealing the compatibility wand, lubricant, a speculum, swabs, and specimen slides, Amy swallowed hard. She'd been through the humiliating exam before and didn't relish it a second time.

"Amy, I'll need you to disrobe and lie on the table with your feet in the stirrups," the older man directed.

"Why must I to do this again?" she asked for the sixth time at least, her voice rising in pitch, along with her anxiety. Her mates gripped her hands, and she clung to them, wishing they would pick her up and take her away from this. "It hasn't been that long. Surely my results haven't changed that much."

"We must start from the beginning, since we don't know where the error in the testing process occurred," Ellar explained. He suddenly looked up, finally reading the tension in the room. "Would you prefer if Adria did it?"

"Yes!" they all three shouted at once.

"Of course," the physic replied. "I'll step out and run the blood samples. "

When the door closed behind him, Remus moved in next to Adria. As they spoke quietly, Tarus assisted her down from the exam table to help her undress, but she crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Why is it always the woman who has to endure the utmost humiliation? You two endured a little prick and, voila , you're done."

Tarus and Remus, who now stood on her other side, exchanged a grimace.

"We're warriors and admittedly are quite prideful," Tarus drawled. "In the future, kindly refrain from using the words ‘little' and ‘prick' in association with either of us."

Remus chortled, unable to hold back his amusement.

"Go ahead, laugh," she muttered. "You don't have to have gizmos inserted into your hoo-ha."

They grinned but held back further laughter as they stroked her shoulders and back, pressing their lips to each of her temples.

"Our amusement is misplaced," Tarus murmured, nuzzling her cheek.

"How can we make this easier for you?" Remus asked.

"Make it so I don't have to do it." She waved at the tray. "Look at the size of that thing."

Their heads turned. Remus actually shrugged while Tarus drawled, "You've taken much bigger."

"Ha ha. You're both laugh riots."

Tarus' fingers went to the front of her jeans. As he fumbled with the button and zipper, he said to his brother, "We need to get her some traditional dresses. It will make removing her clothes much easier. "

"She'll need them once we make it known we are mates," Remus agreed, slipping an arm around her waist, holding her steady as Tarus pulled her pants down her legs.

What they were speaking about penetrated. "Give up my jeans and T-shirts? Never!"

Today's was one of her favorites in light blue, which read, I'm a multitasker. I can listen, ignore, and forget all at the same time.

"As a mate to Primarians, you will be expected to dress and act the part, little one," Tarus informed her, lifting one of her feet then the other as he took off her jeans and panties.

"I have skirts. You've seen them, but this is an Earth colony, not to mention it's covered in mud for half the year!" she argued.

"You've seen Adria," he said, as he slipped off her shoes. "Although married to a human mate, she still complies with our customs."

Remus lifted her and set her down on the end of the table, naked from the waist down. Tarus, at the other end, gently but firmly helped her lie back. His handsome face appeared above hers, blue flecks in purple pools dancing as he pushed up the hem of her shirt.

She grabbed his hands, but it didn't deter him.

"Why do I need to take off my top?"

"So, I can get to your beautiful breasts."

"Again. Why? What do my breasts have to do with a pelvic exam?"

"You enjoy having our mouths on your nipples. It will make you wet, and the sample gathering will be so much easier."

"Uh...what?"

He pushed her shirt up to her armpits and pulled down the cups of her bra. The constricting material plumped her breasts up provocatively, the nipples already taut. He didn't hesitate to lean down and sucked one peak into his mouth.

Since his mouth was full of her, Remus kindly supplied an answer. "We need to collect a sample of your bonding fluids. It's necessary for the compatibility test, and the same as you experienced before."

He raised one foot at a time and guided her foot into the stirrup.

"I understand that. I was questioning ‘ we .'" She looked around for her friend who had vanished. "Do you mean we as in you and Tarus, not Adria? Do you know what you're doing?"

"She provided instructions. It's not a difficult procedure."

Amy's cheeks flushed with heat as Tarus' head popped up, his lips glistening as he peered down at her. "I'm trying to distract you, dral . You're not cooperating."

Tilting his head, he blew a stream of warm air across her wet nipple.

"Focus now," he commanded, as he lowered his mouth and enveloped the tip again, sucking gently.

Meanwhile, Remus' fingers brushed her sex, spreading her open, and the broad pad of his thumb circled her clit.

They had done more to her, much more, but the fact it was happening in the clinic with her coworkers nearby made it incredibly awkward. Still, with Tarus' hot mouth on one nipple and his fingers teasing the other peak, and Remus' breath warm on her intimate flesh, the sensations were so overwhelming, she responded despite her embarrassment. Her heart raced, and liquid desire flooded her pussy.

"There's our good mate," Remus murmured, his touch light as he inserted the smooth wand into her channel. It beeped a few seconds later, and he withdrew it. "I'll fill up the specimen tube while I'm down here and spare Adria the trouble."

"I...uh...don't recall any tubes from the first time."

"That's because you hadn't identified a mate. This time, they will test your fluids with ours specifically for compatibility."

"Ours?" she asked, feeling and sounding a lot like a parrot.

"Yes," Tarus breathed as he moved to the other breast and licked the tip. "Once you're done, we get our own cups to fill."

"I'm sure you'll help with that. Won't you, mate?" Remus asked, licking her clit and then sucking on it hard.

She was no longer capable of speech, her legs shaking and her back bowing off the bed as her climax overtook her.

Remus removed his mouth, but his fingers didn't leave her as he inserted something hard and narrow into her channel.

She heard a snap, like on a plastic cap, and then he patted her thigh. "All done. You were an excellent patient, mate."

Tarus gently caressed her face, placing tender, lingering kisses on her lips as she gradually regained her senses.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.

"Not with you two seducing me," she whispered, slightly winded.

He smiled. "You're even more beautiful when you come, precious gem."

She turned her cheek into his palm. "I love when you call me that, in English or Ancient Primarian. Can we go home now?"

Something flashed in his eyes. Remus' face appeared beside his. Breathtakingly handsome, identical except for their eyes, her mates stared down at her.

The younger of the two held up twin cups. "We still have our samples to collect."

"It will go faster with your help," Tarus added.

Remus huffed a laugh. "After playing physic, for me it will go fast, regardless."

"What do I do?" she asked, although she had a good idea.

"Adria said the samples have to be clean. No exchange in fluids. You'll have to use your hands," Remus explained with a wink.

Lifted again—she swore they'd cart her around on their hips if she'd allow it—Tarus set her on the floor. He undid his uniform trousers and said in a deep rasp filled with desire, "Kneel."

On her knees, with her boobs sticking out and still bare from the waist down, their eyes ate her up as she took each of her mates in hand and stroked their shafts.

Remus wasn't exaggerating. In minutes, he was growling his release and filling his cup. He set it aside, and, still hard, guided his shaft to Amy's lips. Eagerly she opened, and, with his fingers wound in her hair, she licked and soothed him until he relaxed.

Tarus, growing less reserved by day, was loud in his passion. He roared, " Faex ," as he spilled into his cup. Demanding equal time, he turned her face toward him and slid his still-erect shaft into her mouth. Framing her face with his hands, he slowly glided in and out.

"Watching you please him with your mouth was the most erotic thing I've seen in all my days."

DURING SUPPER AT HOME , Tarus' communicator suddenly went off. He checked the device before clipping it back onto his belt without saying a word.

"Problems?" Remus inquired.

"Our test results came back," Tarus replied as he reached for his tea, something the twins said was an ingenious human invention, and one they both adored.

"That was fast."

The conversation ended there as they both focused on their plates. Amy observed their interaction, her eyes darting between them before settling on Remus. "How can you sit there and calmly eat? Aren't you curious to know the results?"

He shrugged. "Not particularly. Regardless of what they say, we are mates, and you belong to us."

His sweet words touched Amy's heart. She would have melted into her chair if her curiosity didn't consume her. "But I need to know," she insisted shrilly.

Remus advised his brother, "Tell her before she explodes."

Tarus gently covered her hand with his as he conveyed the news. "The results were the same as before. Incompatible."

"All of us? Even with each other?" she whispered, her heart breaking .

He intertwined their fingers. "You heard what Remus said, even before he knew. You're ours, Amy— voraes eternium . And I don't give a flying fuck about any damn compatibility test."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing and sat there in shock. Remus had the opposite reaction.

"There you have it. The head of the household has spoken." He calmly wiped his mouth with his napkin. Then, as if the subject was well and truly closed, he asked, "What's for dessert?"

Amy could only stare at them. Tarus, the rule-follower, and Remus, the definition of chill. They seemed not to care about mate testing and finding perfect matches, which Primarian society put great emphasis on. Their reactions confounded her so much she did something equally unexpected—she burst out laughing.

It beat crying, after all.