by Webster, K
Jareth prods at my lips with the morsel of fruit. I take it into my mouth and the sweetness explodes over my tongue. It’s the size of a grape and comes in bunches much like I would expect grapes to, except it’s a deep blue, almost black, and tastes more like an apple with the same consistency. I let him feed me several because once I swallow, I realize how ravenous I am.
Sayer lifts me from the chair, sits, and then places me on his lap. I have no idea how he manages it, considering how large I’ve gotten. “They’re not wrong to be upset, but neither were you. We were thoughtless when we brought the females here, driven by desperation. We didn’t even stop to consider how you may have felt. For that I’m sorry.”
“We both are,” Jareth adds as he feeds me another piece of fruit. “They will get over their hurt and we will move on.”
“I don’t know,” I say, but Jareth places a finger over my lips.
“Hush now. If they don’t, Say and I will make them. You’re ours now and everyone will either accept it, or they’ll have us to deal with.”
I take his hand between both of my own. “I want to be optimistic, really, I do. But I’m a scientist. I trust facts and data. I have to be realistic. You two can’t even have a relationship out in the open here. How will they ever accept me after what I did?”
Sayer strokes my hair. When did I start liking their hands on me all the time? “That’s not true,” Jareth says. “I spoke with the commander after we were together. He knows about us.”
This makes Sayer straighten behind me. Jareth’s hands tense in mine. My heart skips a beat. Breccan knows?
“You didn’t tell me that,” Sayer growls. “What did he say? Rekk, Jare.”
“He already knew,” Jareth says, reaching to Sayer and cupping his jaw.
I can tell their eyes meet because the air between them goes electric. They don’t need the pregnancy pheromones. They have enough between them without the hormonal boost. You only have to be near them. It’s no wonder Breccan knew they were together. I don’t know how no one else has figured them out with the chemistry between the way it is.
“You should have told me,” Sayer mutters.
“We’ve been busy. I haven’t had the chance. You were working on Willow’s transmission the way I have been working on my own tasks. You don’t need to worry. He understood that you’re my mate.”
Sayer slumps backward. “Rekk. I mean rekk, Jare.”
“I should give you two time to talk. I shouldn’t be here.” I start to rise, but Sayer’s arm clamps over my middle. The baby kicks at him in protest and his hands splay over the movement.
“I think you’re right where you should be.”
Jareth places his hands over Sayer’s. The baby inside my womb seems to sense them both and kicks forcefully. “See, little one? Even the mortling agrees. You aren’t going anywhere.”
When I open my mouth to answer, Jareth stuffs it with another piece of grape-fruit. “No arguing. You’ve had enough upset this morning. Let us take care of you.”
I’m still hungry, so I don’t argue. I don’t know if it’s the drama or the sex or the pregnancy, but I’m so tired. I’ve been consumed by anger since I woke up and it’s as though it’s all come to a pinnacle.
“I’ve never let anyone take care of me before,” I admit.
Sayer’s hands move to my shoulders where he begins to rub out the tension that has taken place there. “You were alone on your planet?” he asks.
I take a bite of meat Jareth offers. It reminds me a bit of beef jerky, but with a stronger, more pungent flavor. “I was an orphan. My parents died when I was very young, and I was raised in the foster care system.”
My eyes close as Sayer’s strong fingers dig into tense muscles. “You were well taken care of? Hadrian was orphaned as a young mort when his parents succumbed to The Rades,” he says.
“As well as I could have been, considering.”
“What does that mean?” Jareth doesn’t sound pleased, but the tasty bits of fruit and meat he’s feeding me and the pleasure from Sayer’s hands has me on a level of bliss I wasn’t sure was possible—and this was after they’d given me an orgasm to rival all orgasms.
Maybe I could get used to this.
“It means I survived.” My tongue is loose, and I should make them stop before I say more than I should, but the words won’t seem to come.
“Survived what?” Sayer prompts.
I roll my shoulders under Sayer’s capable hands. “Resources on Earth II are limited, even more so for undesirable or unproductive people like the poor or children. As a foster kid, I was both. I had nothing and no one. There were times when I thought I wouldn’t make it through.”
“Humans don’t take care of their young?” Jareth asks incredulously.
“As a whole, humans are more concerned with their own survival,” I answer.
“No wonder they ruined this planet before they left.”
He isn’t wrong. We ruined Earth and now we’ve ruined Earth II. You’d think we’d learn our lesson, but apparently not. “I’m not saying every human is like that. Emery is great with Hophalix. You’ve seen Aria with Sokko and how Molly feels about Willow.” My throat is tight even saying their names, but I press on. “They are great mothers.”
“What happened after you were in foster care?” Sayer asks.
“I always knew I was going to be a scientist. It wasn’t easy. I had to work like hell to afford school—which took me nearly twice as long as everyone else because I didn’t have a family to support me. I worked evenings and nights and went to school during the day.”
“You’re a fighter,” Jareth murmurs and nudges my lips with another piece of meat. I accept because I certainly don’t feel like fighting now. I’m pretty sure they could ask me to do anything and I’d agree.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when they aren’t around anymore.
“It was either fight or be swallowed up.” I wave the thought away. “Anyway, it took a few years, but I advanced rapidly in my field.”
Sayer’s fingers travel down my spine. His voice is a low purr in my ear that makes me shiver. “What about relationships? You didn’t want a mate?”
“There was no time,” I answer. “Just because I finally finished school and got a job didn’t mean I had to stop fighting. Science is still a male-dominated career and because I never had parents, I never really considered having a family of my own. The thought of raising a kid scared the crap out of me. Besides, there were so many children who needed good homes, the thought of having another when resources were already stretched thin seemed selfish.”
“Being a mother looks good on you,” Sayer says, his chin now resting on my shoulder and his hands rubbing the distended weight of my belly.
Jareth’s eyes are soft, endless pools of black. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
I’m not a delicate woman. I’ve never been the type of person to let my guard down, but after a half hour of being hand-fed and rubbed, I feel beautiful. Tears prick the back of my eyes.
I want this forever.
I want them forever.
And it scares me to death.
“I think your minds will change once the baby is here. Have you talked about what you’re going to name it?” There, that feels like a safe topic.
Except, now I can feel the familiar heat of having Sayer so close and the answering call from within my own body.
I want to fight it. I need to be by myself to figure out my next move, but they’ve plied me so well with food and my muscles are so lax that I can’t find the energy to make my escape.
“We haven’t—” Jareth begins.
“I was thinking Jeriah if it’s a boy and Gracyn if it’s a girl,” Sayer interrupts. “I want to include all of their parents.”
I can’t help it. I burst into tears.
Big, ugly cry kind of tears.
I hate it. I never cry.
But it’s too much, all of it.
Sayer adjusts me in his arms until he’s cradling me like I’m the baby and we move from the chair to the bed. “What is it, little one?” he asks. “Is it the mortling?”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I sputter between sobs.
Jareth sits beside us and wraps Sayer and me into his big arms. I’ve never felt safer and more cared for in my life, which only makes me cry harder.
Sayer kisses the tears off my cheeks. Then I feel the quick flit of his forked tongue on my skin, which sucks the breath straight from my lungs. A wave of pheromones surges through me and I wonder if this is what people mean when they talk about mood swings during pregnancy. If so, I much prefer the amped up sex drive to the crying mess.
Jareth’s hand tightens around me, but I don’t mind. It makes me feel wanted. Watched over.
I open my eyes and find him staring at Sayer, who is breathing heavily. They exchange a look, one that scorches my flesh, and I wasn’t even involved.
I’ve never seen anything as sexy as the way they look at each other.
Almost as though they’ve shared the thought, they turn and direct that heated look at me.
12
Jareth
I’ve never been inside a female before. Sayer divulged to me that it was sweet and perfect. Different than what we have, but still really rekking good. There’s never been an urge for me to mate with a female. I had Say. But then Grace came along. Now, I want to know what she feels like, impaled on my cock. No other female. Just her.
She’s ours.
I saw that look in Sayer’s determined eyes.
Grace wasn’t part of our plans, but then she stormed into our world, carrying my mate’s child. Now that we’re getting past hurt feelings. I think we’re all opening up to the idea of trying to make her fit into our dynamic. At first, she was resistant, but heat flares in her eyes and her cheeks burn crimson. She licks her lips with her flat tongue and it drives me nearly feral with need.
“Grace,” I say as I rise, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet in front of me. “We’re going to take care of you.”
Her lips curve up in the briefest of smiles. “But why?” The smile falls and my heart drops with it.
Leaning forward, I run my lips over hers. “Because you’re ours now.”
Rather than arguing, she simply stares at me. Her features are soft and hopeful. If anyone can give her happiness, it’s me and Sayer. We already make each other incredibly happy and I know we’d love to make her happy too.
“What do you think?” Sayer asks, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her body as he nuzzles her hair.
She flutters her eyelids. “L-Like have sex with you b-both?”
“Both,” Sayer and I say in unison.
“Okay then,” she whispers, her voice thick with arousal.
Sayer gently peels off her shirt and it drops to the ground. My cock is stiff inside my minnasuit as I stare at her bare breasts. Since her stomach is so big, the suits don’t fit quite right on her, so she opts for looser garments. I kneel before her and begin pulling off her pants. She aides in the effort by stepping out of them and her boots. The dark thatch of hair between her thighs beckons to me. I bury my nose in it, inhaling her unique scent.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair.
My forked tongue flicks out and I run it up her thigh before looking at her. “May I taste you there, lovely mate?”
She nods her nog rapidly. Seeing Sayer’s pale white hands as they cover her pinkish breasts causes my cock to jolt. He whispers something to her that has her relaxing. His black-clawed thumbs pluck at her pink nipples, making them harden.
I urge her leg over my shoulder to open her to me. Her scent of arousal is heady in the air. I’m thirsty to lap at her essence. She moans when I run my tongue between her nether lips and jolts when I tease it over her nub. I’d massaged this area with my fingers and it drove her wild. I imagine I could do much more with my tongue.
“Y-Yessss,” she moans.
“Here,” Sayer says, his voice filled with amusement. “Allow me to assist.”
He grips her rump and lifts her, while she leans back against his chest. His hands slide to the backs of her thighs as he parts her open for me. Now that I have better access to her cunt, I start licking her with renewed frenzy. She jolts and moans in his arms while I use my thumbs to part her open for me. Because Sayer likes it when I’m slightly dangerous and adventurous, I leave my claws out as I tug at her flesh, keeping her open to me, hoping she’ll like how it feels too. Pushing my forked tongue inside her, I taste her from within.
Sweet.
So rekking sweet.
I want to sink my cock into her depths until she wrings me dry of every drop of my seed.
“You taste good,” I growl, as I explore her more. The tiny puckered hole between her rump cheeks begs for attention too. “Sayer likes it when I tongue him here.”
She squeals the moment my tongue laves at her there.
“You fucking freak,” she cries out. “Oh my God. You’re a total fucking freak.”
I laugh as I tease the flesh. She’s called us freaks before when she was angry. An insult. Nothing feels insulting now, though. It feels as though it’s a compliment. Her cunt begins leaking again with need, so I go back to it, slurping her juices right from the source. When I rub my nose on her throbbing bundle of nerves, she detonates.
“Holy shit!”
I lick her until she’s weak in Sayer’s arms and then rise to my feet. His grin is wicked.
“Let me taste our mate,” he rumbles, his dark eyes locked on my mouth that’s wet and dripping with her arousal.
I step forward between her spread thighs, pressing my stomach to her belly, and crash my lips to Sayer’s. He groans in appreciation. Grace’s hands grab my shoulders and her feet dig into my rump. She wriggles her hips until her soaked center rubs at my cock through my suit. I allow her to have her way with me, flexing my own hips to meet her with each movement, while I desperately kiss Sayer.
Her fingers frantically rip at my minnasuit until she has it peeled down to my waist and uses her feet to pull it down even lower. Her scream has me pulling back.
“What is it?” I demand, worried I’ve hurt her.
She gapes at me, pointing. “Y-You…what the hell…oh my God…”
I look down at my cock that points out at her, heavy and bobbing with eagerness. The metal piercing is thick on the end and glints in the light. “Oh, this?” I ask, a grin tugging at my lips as I grip my cock and give it a jerk.
She nods, biting on her lip. “You’re pierced.”
“Don’t worry,” Sayer purrs against her ear. “It feels really rekking good inside. Trust me.”
Her body seems to liquefy as she nods, waving me closer. I smirk at her before sauntering up to them both. Running the tip of my cock through her nether lips, I revel in the mewls that escape her. She squirms in Sayer’s arms, lifting and circling her hips to move them in tandem with my teasing.
“When I finish,” I murmur, barely pushing into her warmth, “you’ll be paralyzed.”
“Will it hurt?” she breathes.
“Sayer mating with you while the toxica has taken effect?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Do you trust us to take care of you?” I ask, pulling my cock back out and teasing her clit with my metal ring.
“You did last time,” she breathes.
“We will every time,” I assure her.
She smiles before grabbing my shoulders, encouraging me closer. I thrust my hips slowly as I drive all the way into her hot depths. Her squeal is one that awakens the animal inside me. My mouth finds hers and I devour her much like I often do Sayer. Sayer’s claws rake through my hair as he tenderly caresses my nog. In this moment, it’s bliss. Both of their breathing ragged and needy. It makes me wonder if one day she’ll let us both be inside her at once.
It could happen.
Sayer inside her
cunt. Me inside the tight, puckered hole between her rump cheeks.
“Rekk-rekk-rekk-rekk,” I hiss, bucking hard.
“What’s wrong?” Sayer demands.
“I was just wondering how it would feel for us to both take her at once,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip, my eyes locking with Say’s. “You inside her cunt and me taking her like I take you.”
“Rekk,” he breathes at the same time Grace utters, “Fuck.”
I piston my hips until my sac tightens with my warning of release. I kiss her hard and then groan as my seed gushes from me, filling her to the brim. Her body falls limp and her eyes aren’t wild like last time. They’re curious and eager. Pulling out of her, I watch with fascination as my seed drips from her cunt onto the floor.
“Maybe next time it’ll be my mortling inside you,” I say with a wide grin. “A little Sayer and a little Jareth running around. Now that would be incredible.”
Her eyes flash and my heart aches with hope that she likes that idea. Based on the intense look Sayer is giving me, he loves it.
“Your hands are full, Say. Let me help you.” I pull Grace into my arms, keeping her legs around me. Then, I sit down on the large bed and lie back, hugging her to me. Her stomach is between us and I can feel the mortling. It must be lulled into relaxation too because it is calm. Sayer strips out of his minnasuit and then climbs onto the bed on his knees. He grips Grace’s hips and pulls her back some. His palms rove over her backside and he squeezes her rump.
I slide my palm to between her breasts and lift her up so I can see her face. Using my other hand, I gently grip her jaw, positioning her so I can look into her eyes, watching for the first sign of discomfort.
“Hello, beautiful mate,” I coo, pausing to kiss her mouth. “Our handsome mate is going to push his equally handsome cock into your wet, needy body. What do you think of that?” I grin wickedly at her. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t speak yet. I bet if you were to talk, you’d be calling me a…what was it, Say?”
