War For Earth: An Alien War Romance (Galactic Order Book 3)

by Erin Raegan

  “Only you,” Fihk growled and spread my legs over the tops of Olynth’s thighs. The sheet parted and revealed what Olynth was doing between my legs.

  “What about her?” I gasped and arched back, grinding down.

  Olynth growled and squeezed, warning me to be still.

  “I have already spoken to her—the moment you ran from me. She holds no ill will. She has many other suitors. I am but one of many.”

  “No, you’re not, baby.” I grabbed his jaw and kissed him, so full of relief I could burst. The bitch was gone. I didn’t know her, but she had felt those hands on her body, and they were mine, so I hated her. “You’re special. You’re mine.”

  He growled and darted his tongue in my mouth, curling it around my tongue.

  “You both are mine.” I gasped as Olynth tweaked my nub. My hips jerked, and he slapped the inside of my thigh.

  Fihk’s eyes flared on the red print on my thigh. He bent and licked at the sting. Olynth widened his thighs, spreading mine until I felt the burn in my hips.

  Olynth growled the sentiment back as Fihk spoke it into the thin skin where my leg creased. “As you are mine.”

  I bit my lip and trembled as Fihk’s tongue lapped at my labia gently, so gently I whined. Olynth chuckled darkly and tore the sheet from me, baring me completely. His palms curved around my breasts and pinched my nipples. My toes curled, and I pushed my chest farther into his palms. Fihk’s tongue hit my clit, and I shuddered.

  Olynth snarled, “Still,” and slapped my nipple.

  “I can’t,” I gasped as Fihk’s hands smoothed up my thighs and spread me open for his lapping tongue.

  There was too much. Too much sensation. Too much happening. Too many hands playing me so easily I could do nothing but writhe and beg. Even in my wildest fantasies, I had never imagined having them touching me together. When one tore a noise from my throat, the other worked harder to get another of his own.

  I was going to fly apart and never touch the ground again.

  Fihk’s hands took over at my breasts, and Olynth held my legs high and wide, his mouth eating mine. I tried so hard to keep my hands to myself, but it was impossible. I came long and hard against Fihk’s mouth, and my hands latched onto Olynth’s horns. He snarled and tore me away from Fihk.

  Fihk fell back, and Olynth tossed me on top of him. I straddled Fihk and ground down on his lap. My stomach ached but not as badly as before. Fihk watched the wound in alarm, but Olynth pressed me down with a hand at my neck and bent over us.

  Olynth snarled into my ear, “Show him, ruhasha. Show him how eagerly you take the pain.”

  I bit Fihk’s lip and ground down into his cock. He snarled and pulled me closer by the hips, guiding my movements but bracing the side by my wound. It made tears prick my eyes.

  Olynth knew how much I liked the little bite of pain, but I knew Fihk couldn’t stand it. I thought I knew then that I loved them both. That they each knew a side of me no one had ever had. Had ever wanted to.

  My hands were pulled up, and Olynth curled them at the end of the bed. I held on as he squeezed them in warning, and I licked into Fihk’s mouth with a groan of excitement. I had my bossy Fihk under me and my dominant beast over me. I was on cloud nine.

  Fihk jerked as his pants were torn from his legs and his eyes shot behind me. I knew it was Olynth, and I loved them both even more for this. For working together, being with me together. My slick center moved over Fihk’s throbbing dick, and I whined into his mouth.

  Olynth pulled my arms behind my back, crossing them in his palm, and pulled me up to sit atop Fihk. “Lower yourself onto him.” He opened his mouth over my neck, sucking all he could fit into his mouth.

  As Fihk filled me, I gasped, watching his face twist and harden, his eyes enraptured by me.

  “Still,” Olynth snarled and wrapped something around my wrists, tying them together behind my back. “Good, ruhasha.”

  My ass cheeks were spread wide, and his tongue flicked at the tight puckered hole there. Oh, god. I was going to come. I had Fihk inside me, and Olynth was fucking me with his tongue. His hands used the harsh grip on my ass to rock me on top of Fihk. I watched Fihk’s face to make sure he wasn’t put off by Olynth’s need for control.

  Fihk saw my worry and sat up, kissing me. “I know, sweets. He is my brother, and I am happy to give him what he needs.”

  I kissed him frantically, tears falling as Olynth prepared me to take them both. It was a dream but one I was happy to partake in.

  Fihk lay back down as Olynth pressed his chest to my spine, his knuckle pressing against me, pushing inside. I tensed as his dick ran up the crack of my ass and stopped there.

  “Calm, ruhasha, I will not hurt you.”

  I nodded erratically and turned my head into Olynth’s neck. Fihk’s hands moved up to my breasts, and Olynth’s smoothed down my belly. Olynth pulled me off Fihk and hammered up inside me once, coating himself in my excitement, before shoving me back onto Fihk. I groaned and bit his neck while Fihk snarled in surprise.

  Then Olynth was eating my mouth and rocking my hips as he worked himself inside my ass from behind. Fihk snarled as he moved in and out of my channel, his hands palming my breasts and caressing my nipples so softly it was a tease.

  Fihk seemed fascinated with what Olynth was doing behind me. Fihk’s eyes were wide and fixed between my legs. I had to wonder if this was normal for Dahk, if their females had anal sex, but I didn’t bother asking. As Olynth bottomed out inside me, I just felt and thanked whoever granted wishes they were into it now.

  I had never been so full, so ready to burst.

  “How do I feel?” Olynth crooned into my ear. “Do you feel us both?”

  “Yes,” I breathed in wonder. I felt them everywhere.

  “I feel him inside you, stretching your hot, wet―”

  Fihk snarled and punched his hips up into me. Olynth growled and shoved my face down onto Fihk’s chest before grabbing my arms and holding me still. He slapped my ass and punched into me from behind, drawing a wail from me.

  “Quiet,” Olynth hissed and slapped me again on the other cheek. I blinked, remembering my brother not too far from me. As they worked me from both ends, I held back another wail by burying my teeth into Fihk’s chest. Olynth pressed down on the small of my back and hammered into me as Fihk squeezed my waist and hammered up. I was muffling my sobs against Fihk’s chest and coming before I could get my bearings. I came and came and came.

  My skin was a live wire, burning everywhere they touched me. I sobbed and moaned as they heaved and muffled their own roars of completion—Fihk’s in my mouth, and Olynth’s into the skin of my back.

  I was limp and more sated than I had ever been. Olynth untied me and pulled me to his side, and Fihk curled up behind me, nuzzling my neck, his hands smoothing over my belly as Olynth licked and nipped at my wet lips.

  We fell asleep like that.

  Twice that night, they woke me. Olynth licking between my legs, ordering me to suck Fihk. Then again as they sandwiched me between them on my side. Olynth curled my thigh over his arm and entered me from the front, and Fihk held my jaw to his mouth, fucking me with his tongue as he entered me from behind.

  In the morning, I ached all over in the best ways. I was exhausted, but it was so worth it.

  They showered with me, not once arguing or getting too possessive. They seemed to take my pleasure like a competition, each of them trying to get the best reaction out of me, but they were grinning as they did it. I didn’t mind. I had never felt so wanted.

  And for a girl who had never in her life been wanted, that was everything.

  I couldn’t keep the wickedly pleased smile from my face at breakfast. I got curious looks from our friends, and Fihk’s obvious satisfaction was a little hard to miss, along with Olynth’s hungry looks at my mouth. But I didn’t care. I was happy.

  The Vitat had given up. Earth was saved. And I had two of the sexiest males in the universe committed to me. Life was
good.

  Everything else was just details.

  Chapter 27

  Bailey

  It was agreed that Nate would stay on the battleship with Star and Linda as the rest of us delivered Burin to his soldiers in New York. Fihk didn’t want to leave them on Dahk One, but he also didn’t want to take them all to the treaty signing with so many unknowns attending. So our companions would stay in the battleship as it hovered over the city.

  I knew DC was toast, but I didn’t know why New York had been chosen for the signing. It had taken quite a hit. Several buildings were rubble, others still burning. But unbelievably, a significant part of it was still intact. As we flew over it, I was surprised to see people gathered in the streets.

  There had to have been fear still. If I didn’t know the Dahk so well I would have stayed away from the city strictly because I would have been afraid of getting anywhere near the Dahk battleship. It was kind of wonderful to see people who put their fear aside for something so monumental. There weren’t a lot compared to how many used to reside in the city, but I would have expected it to be barren wasteland, people fleeing from the Dahk. The hairs on my arms prickled.

  “The humans in the area have relocated here,” Fihk said softly as we gaped in wonder at all the people. “Burin and the others are confident there are enough resources available for now, and the human armies defended the city for as long as they could, leaving most of it habitable. It is more easily defended then other areas. There are many communities like it across your world, where humans gather to search the survivors for their missing loved ones.”

  Fihk had given Burin and the other world leaders basic means to communicate with each other until the world's communications could be repaired. A broadcast of the treaty signing would go out to the major camps and governments across the world, so those who had opted not to attend could still see it. I was surprised to see how many had actually come. Especially the leaders, though I suspected Fihk may not have given them a choice if Burin wanted it to happen.

  Several Dahk flyer ships brought presidents and other dignitaries from other countries. I had never seen such a diverse group of people as I did when we stepped into the General Assembly building. The UN Headquarters would now be where the first piece of documented alien-human history took place.

  The signing was open to all survivors. Soldiers guarded their leaders, and not many actually attended the meeting but people from all over the world watched the broadcast as Fihk stood before them.

  Watching everyone in the room hold their breath as he looked at them, I felt a profound feeling of rightness.

  This was how it should have been.

  This was how we should have been introduced to life outside our miniscule place in the universe.

  The aliens had an interpreter—Ford—and every country present that opted against a translator chip had an interpreter for each of them. Screens and cameras were set up all over the room, and I watched them, fascinated as they broadcasted the meeting. Who was on the other side of those screens? How many of us had survived?

  Not one person in the room was put together. Not one pressed suit.

  Most carried a gun or weapon of some sort, but no one held them maliciously toward the Dahk. The leaders were the only ones showing any visible reluctance. I couldn’t believe how accepting they all were. Where were the people who blamed the Dahk? How had Fihk managed to communicate his intentions so clearly that they had come here to eagerly watch the first interspecies peace agreement?

  I gazed at Fihk in amazement. How had he done it in so little time? Our world had never reached this kind of peace in our lands, but he’d pulled them together, uniting them and urging them to trust him. It was—I had no words.

  I didn’t know the Tahk they always spoke about, but I had to wonder how Fihk was his second and not the actual guy in charge. I was in awe of him.

  Burin gave some ridiculous speech he tried to inspire us with, but we had seen too much, lost too much. Each country’s representative took their time on the stage to bolster their people, but the crowd was too shell-shocked to cheer and applaud our resilience because what was the point? We hadn’t done anything to save ourselves.

  The Dahk did that.

  The Kilbus did that.

  And sure enough, Kil was lounging in the back, behind the world leaders, snickering at them. He caught my eyes and winked before going back to closely watching the group of leaders, and I knew then he wasn’t there to profess his peaceful intentions. He was searching their minds, using the gathering to find out any information he could.

  I hoped he did. He had helped save us. He deserved to find who he was looking for. We owed him those answers.

  His mouth softened, and he bowed to me. I shook my head and smiled, shouting at him in my mind about privacy and boundaries.

  I lost sight of him when it was finally Fihk’s turn to speak. My world honed in on him as he looked at me and crooked a finger. Olynth escorted me up to the stage, and Fihk pulled me to his side. His show of solidarity. I tried not to fidget. It might be optimism and hope driving people here but shoving a human-alien relationship in their face might be too much too soon. But I would do my part for him.

  “I am Fihk, Dahk and acting commander on behalf of my king,” he boomed to the crowd. “You are a young species, and still have far to come in your evolution. But there are those who would have you enslaved. They would use your infancy against you.”

  Murmurs went through the crowd, but this was not new information. Fihk had sent out a report with Burin about the trials we would face ahead.

  “But the universe holds many species, many worlds. You have allies. My Dahk have a direct interest in your survival. We would not see you wiped from existence. We wish to aid you, help you thrive and evolve into a species that can join the marvels outside of your world. There is much to learn and experience outside of Earth. But this knowledge comes at a cost,” he said gravely. “You were once a world divided. You strained against your differences, warred amongst your people, and stunted your growth. You will not survive to witness the wonders of the universe if you continue as you have.”

  The room held its breath as he fed us a truth that had crippled us for too long.

  “Unite and learn from this loss. Your life is fleeting. Use your time before you pass through the veil to build a world worth protecting. A world that can stand amongst its brothers and defend itself and its allies. Build a world that can evolve and defend its creations. The Dahk vow to aid you in your future, but we cannot help unless you are willing to open your minds to things you may not be prepared for. We cannot help unless you are willing to open your world to those who may frighten you, advances that may change you. You are on the precipice of a great reformation. But you must be willing to alter your beliefs and do away with your prejudices. You must accept our aid and those of others.” He met the eyes of the human leaders. “The Dahk struggled with this evolution, as you are now, as has every species as they became aware of their place in the universe. You are not alone in your fears. Look to us for guidance, and we will walk beside you in your journey.”

  Tears of disbelief coated the faces in the crowd. Some were stunned silent while others openly wept.

  We knew there were aliens—the Vitat had dropped that bomb—but to be faced with one telling you how small and insignificant you were was a hard pill to swallow. We had lost so much, but I felt like Fihk was offering a hand. He was the relief aid we needed to pick ourselves up again. I could only hope we learned from our mistakes and were smart enough to see this new path he set out for us. Brave enough to walk it.

  A long sheet of thick paper was rolled out before the crowd, and one by one, the leaders shook hands with Fihk and Kil, who had not spoken to the crowd but materialized to the front of the room. Then they each signed their names.

  Kil looked at the signatures and muttered about ancient practices while looking at the pen like it had offended him, startling the crowd into an awkward l
augh that was parts amusement, relief, and shock. But Kil wrote his name alongside Fihk’s and vowed to uphold the simple peace treaty.

  It wasn’t a contract or a document that bound anyone.

  It was human and alien vowing their peace and acceptance of one another.

  It was kind of beautiful.

  But I knew more would come later. It was only a matter of time before our governments would want something more concrete. This was a symbol. A little bit of hope. But it wouldn’t keep us safe.

  They would want more than the aliens’ word, and I wondered what our world might look like when that came about. I could imagine Dahk and Kilbus armies patrolling our world, teaching the humans space travel. I wondered if I would be there to see it.

  Fihk had a family at home. His own fight to take on. I wasn’t sure I could keep him from it just because I was afraid. He said to look to him for guidance. I wanted to walk beside him.

  I wanted to be brave enough.

  We mingled for a while. Nick, Ford, and I exchanged invasion stories with those there, but it eventually got late, and everyone wanted to head back to their current camps. Their new homes.

  New York would be the temporary capital while order was restored, and some of the Dahk and Kilbus would remain on Earth to help rebuild and hunt down any Vitat that remained. Fihk had said Dahk One would be returning to Home World temporarily but that Tahk would send aid and eventually return to establish more permanent communications.

  Burin shook Fihk’s hand, thanking him, and we left. We climbed the dozens and dozens of flights of stairs to the top of the building. We could have flown, but Ford and Nick were against it. They hated being carted around. Nick huffed and puffed alongside Ford, but I hopped on Olynth’s chest and let him carry me. My eyelids were already sagging by the time we reached the top.

  The small flyer on the roof had its doors open as we walked out of the stairwell, the Dahk battleship hovering over the city a few miles away.