by J. J. Lore
With a sigh, Mateen sank down to kneel at his side, his hand coming to grip his shoulder firmly. They’d spoken of this moment many times in the quiet evenings as they waited for battle in the morning, and he knew both of them had harbored doubts it would ever come to pass. They gave each other a look. His bondmate’s gaze was hot, and Bynton knew his own burned equally.
“Will you accept our pledge?”
She sniffed, and a few tears ran down her cheeks. He hoped it was emotion of the moment that prompted them. “I … I do. I don’t understand what’s happening between us, but there’s something there, something I can’t ignore. It pulls at me like a magnet.”
Bynton smiled broadly. It was well and truly set then. Through the trials that might await them on Alpha, their bond would survive.
“Open your legs to us. We wish to see your beauty.” Mateen’s gruff request surprised him, but no doubt his bondmate was as aroused as he. With a shiver, she moved on the bench, sitting up before she spread her knees slowly apart. As she revealed her quonum, the little brown curls modestly parting to reveal pink lips already wet for them, Bynton’s staff throbbed, pressing hard enough against his armor to cause him pain.
“Do you wish a kiss?”
Avanelle nodded slowly, her hands sliding down to cup her knees as she drew them further apart. Two sets of lips, which would he taste first?
Mateen leaned up and forward, pressing his mouth to hers with a soft brush of his lips. She jumped, and his bondmate dropped his hand to her inner thigh, pulling her wide open in a clear invitation.
Bynton needed no further encouragement, shuffling close to approach her fragrant center. Before indulging in an act he’d fantasized about for years, he looked up to see Mateen licking Avanelle’s lips then drawing back to stare in her eyes before she strained up to capture his mouth again. The air around them seemed to shimmer.
Inhaling her richly scented welcome, Bynton carefully moved his mouth against her. Soft, wet, warm flesh moved under his tongue as her body shook hard. He looked up to gauge her reaction to find both she and his bondmate staring down at him, both with half-lidded gazes. Satisfied with their interest, he returned to her lushness. Her flavor was delicious, and the more he touched her, the more of her sweet, wet pleasure covered his tongue and chin. Remembering the instructions he’d studied with such intensity he often had to self-pleasure after a session, he explored her thoroughly. He soon found the tight nub he’d been seeking. Every stroke of his tongue resulted in a soft cry from Avanelle. Her body moved suddenly, and he looked up to find Mateen had grasped her in his arms as she threw her head back and squirmed on the seat, her bare legs flexing around Bynton’s shoulders. Mateen nodded at him to continue and pressed his nose into her unbound hair, murmuring something unintelligible in her ear as one of his big hands squeezed her breast, the pink dinap peeking from between his thick fingers.
Returning to his caresses, Bynton lapped at her, not ceasing his steady rhythm as she thrashed and called out to him, then Mateen. He tried to match his pace to the strokes she’d used on his staff the previous day, and just remembering how she’d pleasured him, how intense his hot release in her hand had been, made him growl against her feminine flesh. With an itching ache, his tesak emerged, and he carefully kept them from scraping her most sensitive tissues. His erection throbbed in counterpoint, all the lust of battle combined with his joy at their new bond desperate for an outlet. But then Avanelle convulsed against him, crying out, her body shuddering as her heels drove into his back. She would have arched off the bench if Mateen hadn’t been there to hold her steady. Quake after quake wracked her until she finally collapsed into a limp tangle, sprawled against his bondmate as her legs slowly slid from his shoulders. She was beautiful, flushed and naked against the hard darkness of their body armor.
Mateen rumbled and closed his eyes as he shifted, probably moving to relieve pressure on his staff just as Bynton had to do.
“Have we convinced her, do you think?”
Chapter Five
Mateen had held her as Bynton piloted the craft back to their ship, stowing it inside the larger vehicle. He carried her, wrapped in a thin, soft blanket, from the hold into the living quarters as Bynton declared he’d secure the ship and scan for any approaching Xyrans. After gently depositing her on the bed, their bed, she now realized, he stripped off his armor and hung it inside a clear bin where it was soon joined by Bynton’s. As soon as he closed the container, it filled with steam, no doubt to clean away the stains of battle.
Both men were naked inside of a minute, and Avanelle’s body heated and tensed as she anticipated more attentions from them. Confronted with the sight of two enormous cocks at the ready, mere days ago she would have flinched and anticipated the worst. But now she reached for them, only to be gently rebuffed.
“Let us clean ourselves first,” Mateen said as he held out his hand for her to rise from her coverings. “Our first joining shouldn’t be marred with any trace of Xyran spoor.”
First joining? Avanelle’s clit pulsed, and her pussy filled with melting heat, growing wetter than she had been a moment before, as she contemplated just how much she was anticipating accepting them into her body. Positions and permutations played in her mind as she followed them to the shower. Bynton nudged her under a warm stream of water as Mateen collected cleansers, and then both men set about washing her from head to toe, kneading her scalp as they soaped her hair, massaging a citrus-scented oil into her skin, scrubbing her feet with a rough cloth. She felt thoroughly cosseted by the time they attended to themselves in as businesslike manner as two large, muscled men with straining cocks could.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she reached for the oil and drizzled some in her palms before stepping close to them. They watched with hooded eyes as she turned them to her satisfaction, then grasped a bobbing cock in each hand. With slippery pulls she caressed their shafts, rotating her hand as she reached the thick heads, her strokes identical for each. They both tensed and leaned closer, Bynton giving her a soft groan of encouragement. Mateen was silent, but his gaze never left her hand as it gripped him. It seemed impossible, but they thickened even more under her teasing touch.
All she could hear was the dripping of warm water and the rough breathing of the men she held in her thrall. Heat filled her, radiating from her core, filling her breasts, aching in her pussy with every rapid beat of her heart. Everything felt right. She stroked their slippery lengths, pulling to the ends and rubbing her thumbs across the tips. They were so large, but she knew she could take them. Mateen shifted and braced his hand on the wall as he panted. His muscles bunched and tightened under his wet skin.
Bynton reached out to his bondmate and gripped his shoulder. “Not here.”
Mateen shook his head roughly and backed away from Avanelle, pulling himself free of her hand as he shut off the water. He pushed open the barrier and led her out of the cubicle. She could feel Bynton’s warm body close behind hers as he rubbed her with a towel, not nearly as thoroughly as he’d tended to her in the smaller craft after the battle. Her hair dripped with moisture as they made their way to the bed, Mateen barely stroking his torso and legs dry as he stared at her.
“How do you…?” For all her longing, she wasn’t sure who took the initiative in such an encounter. Three bodies in motion made it more complicated than her overheated brain could manage.
“First time is all of us together. It’s tradition.” Bynton ground out the words as he sat on the bed, positioning himself so his legs hung off the edge. His reddish cock sprang up, shiny with flavorful oil, and she had to force herself not to drop to her knees and lick it. Mateen’s big hands found her shoulders, and he spun her around so her back was to Bynton, then lifted her up so she straddled him, her knees on the bed spread wide over Bynton’s hips. Mateen crowded close, his hard chest brushing her breasts, her nipples tightening at the friction, his cock within reach of her hands again.
“Find Bynton first.”
/> With a shaking hand she reached back to capture the cock waiting between her legs. Bynton gripped her hips as she lowered them, easing the head along the folds of her thrumming pussy until it edged into her opening. Breathing hard at her strained position and the idea of accommodating his girth, she glanced over her shoulder at Bynton. He was staring down, clearly engrossed in his imminent penetration of her. As his fingers clenched even tighter into the soft skin of her hips, she pushed herself down, forcing his thick cockhead inside her body. It almost hurt, and she tilted her hips to change the angle as Bynton growled. Better, but still a strain. The walls of her sheath clenched, then relaxed as even more of her melted against his hard invasion. She looked up at Mateen and knew the effort showed on her face because he cupped his hand to her cheek as he wrapped his other arm around her shoulder for support.
She sucked in a strained breath, knowing she was almost there, splaying out her thighs and allowing her knees to slide along the sheet as she took in the rest of Bynton’s length. A loud cry erupted from her, both at her accomplishment and the sensation stretching her aching channel. He moved under her, and somehow the pressure both eased and increased. No pain, just tremendous pleasure as he tilted her hips, one of his fingers tracing down to her mound, then brushing against the top of her tight clit. She blinked up at Mateen, ready for whatever came next.
Still cupping her cheek, he stepped closer, lining his cock up with her mouth, staring down at her with eyes that had darkened from gold to deepest amber. She opened for him, and as he pressed the wide head against her lips, she slid her tongue out against the underside of his hot shaft. He huffed out a breath, and she wrapped a hand around the base, the hair curling along his groin tickling her wrist. He tasted of the citrus she’d rubbed into him, with a salty tang she knew was his essence.
A bolt of heat lashed through her from her filled mouth to her swollen pussy as both men eased back and entered her body in tandem. She could feel their heat and strength, and she reveled in it even as she licked at Mateen and rocked her hips against Bynton. Relaxing her jaw, she closed her eyes briefly as she drew more of Mateen’s pulsing cock into her mouth, able to rest the head against the back of her tongue before sliding it out with a noisy suck. He groaned and narrowed his eyes at her as he pushed his hips forward, a clear request for her to repeat her motions, so she did, saliva coating him and dribbling down her chin.
It was hard to concentrate on him when Bynton was gasping out her name as he rocked her hips against him. She wondered if she should try to rise up to allow him to push more vigorously, but he held her so tightly she knew she couldn’t change position if she tried. Wet sounds of suction mingled with their harsh breathing. Her body was hot, shaking with the movements of the two powerful men inside her, and she relaxed, allowed the dual thrusting sensations to become the center of her world. Somehow they coordinated their movements so she was never thrown off their primal rhythm.
She suckled Mateen’s cock, keen to bring him to climax, desperate to taste him. She swallowed and squeezed her hand around the base of his shaft. Mateen shifted on his feet, all the corded muscles she could see in his belly and chest tightening, and he threw his head back with a grunt, then bellowed out a roar as he tensed and shook. Thick jets of cum hit the back of her throat, and she pressed her lips around his pulsing cock, determined not to lose a drop of him. He groaned and tilted his head back down to stare at her, watch her as she stroked him with her tongue. Shoving his fingers in her wet hair, he carefully pressed his palms to her cheeks as she gave him a final draw before he pulled free. His cock was flushed red and shiny with her saliva, and she knew her mouth looked the same.
Bynton had held steady, circling his finger on her clit as Mateen climaxed, but now continued his thrusts, vigorously enough that she was sliding off the edge of the bed. Her pussy clenched around him with every movement, and she panted out a soft cry to ease some of the tension swirling through her. He stopped touching her pussy and used both hands to grip lower, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, and she nearly tipped forward. Instantly Mateen was on his knees in front of her pulling her hands to his shoulders to brace her up. He again cupped her face and watched her shake as she took in every thrust of his bondmate. She was so close to orgasm it was an agony, so she dropped one hand from Mateen’s broad, hard shoulder and slid it to her pussy, finding her stretched lips, invaded by Bynton’s bolt-hard cock. Everything she touched was hot and wet, and it was all she could do to keep a fingertip on her clit as he moved her. His tempo became irregular as she felt him tense, and then he was spasming and growling, shouting out inarticulately as he came deep inside her.
Mateen smiled and kissed her quickly, then held her up as Bynton ground out the last of his release. She was still shuddering with pent-up need, breathing so hard she thought she might faint. With a groan, Bynton quieted and ran his hands up her sides, then sat up behind her, pressing his heaving chest to her back. His mouth was on her neck, and he bit down, hard enough that she shook with the pleasurable sting. His cock pulsed inside her, and she pressed wet fingers against her firm clit. Bynton’s fingers soon joined hers, and he arched back slightly, opening her legs to Mateen’s view as he crouched in front of them. Hot sizzles began to spark along her nerves, and she surrendered, her muscles twitching as an orgasm slammed through her. She lolled back, supported by Bynton as everything in her tightened and released bliss.
She disappeared into herself for a few moments, then came back to feel broad hands stroking her trembling thighs. Mateen smiled up at her, the most relaxed-looking she’d ever seen him. Bynton’s softening cock slid from her body, and she writhed in their hands, everything so sensitized she could have sworn she sensed molecules of air on her skin.
Mateen moved against her leg, and she looked down at him nuzzling along her inner thigh. His long hair tickled her, and she shivered as his mouth latched on just below the juncture of her thigh and her pussy. A pinprick of pain brought her out of her haze, and she moved her leg away to find two small holes marring her skin.
“What did you do?”
Mateen looked up, his lips parting, and she saw two sharp fangs protruding. He ran his tongue across them, and they slid back. She should have been frightened, should have tensed and tried to flee such a sight, but she was merely curious, accepting of what they needed from her.
“We should have warned you,” Mateen said as he stroked his thumb across the mark he’d made on her thigh.
“Apologies, Avanelle. We differ from human males in this as well.” Byn spoke up from behind her and touched her neck. She realized he’d bitten her there moments before. Why? “It’s another way our bodies respond to bonding. Our tesak, ah, fangs descend to gather some of your essence.”
“My blood?”
“A small amount. You are welcome to bite us in return.” Bynton’s voice held a hint of a laugh.
“Maybe later,” Avanelle whispered, still too overwhelmed by her physical reactions to care all that much. Each spot where they’d bitten throbbed pleasantly, tingling like a tiny orgasm had bloomed there.
With gentle movements, Mateen helped her stand, then positioned her on the bed next to a clearly sated Bynton, who curled a strong arm over her belly. Mateen went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet cloth. He spread her legs again, cleaning her with slow, soft strokes. By then Bynton was moving, urging her further up on the bed where he pulled her to his side, pushing the wet hair out of her face and off her shoulders.
He whispered her name and kissed her for the first time. Just as she relaxed into him, Mateen rolled in to press against her back, his skin hot over hard muscles. They breathed together for a moment. She wondered if they were savoring the experience as much as she was. It had gone beyond sex, beyond kink, into something primal, like some code in her DNA suddenly activated. She felt like she might be levitating.
Mateen kissed her shoulder, and she twisted her head to look at him. He stroked his fingertips along her arm. “That was
not too uncomfortable for you, was it? When Byn and I looked over the possible configurations, it seemed that was best suited to our desires.”
“You have a catalog of sex positions?”
“We do. We’ve studied it, and human female physiology, in preparation for this moment. I hope we pleased you this first time. I’m sure with practice we will become much more skilled.”
Avanelle’s mind whirled as Mateen again kissed her shoulder, then her neck where Bynton had bitten her. Bynton stroked her breasts, then pressed a fingertip to her punctured thigh. “Was this your first time?”
“Of course,” Mateen rumbled, his hand now measuring her hip.
“And it was better than any fantasy I’d had.” Bynton grinned at her.
How was it possible these virile, powerful, sexy men had never had sex before? “I don’t understand. You were virgins?”
“Technically, yes,” Mateen agreed. “Why does that surprise you?”
She shrugged, unable to articulate her confusion. Bynton gathered up her hand and kissed her fingers. “Alphan women are rare, more so over the last few decades, Avanelle. As warriors, one of the many sacrifices we must make is to forever abstain from seeking a mate among our own kind. Instead, we must prove our worthiness to procreate by capturing an alien female. Defeating all challengers. Filling her with our seed.” With that he pushed a playful finger at her belly.
“Can you, do you…” Pregnancy was something she hadn’t even considered. How would two different species even combine in that way?
“Yes, we can produce young together.” Mateen’s low voice compelled her, and she again turned her head to look at him. “Human and Alphan strains are compatible. Most humanoid races are not, but we, most fortunately, are.”
She swallowed. The baby of one of these men would be large.
“As I believe we mentioned before, getting permission to travel to Earth and seek you out was a reward for our long and distinguished service. We fought many battles, killed many enemies all for the chance to win you, Avanelle Rein.” Bynton’s voice grew quiet, and she stared into his golden eyes, detecting some soft emotion that tugged at her heart.
