Bondmate

by J. J. Lore

  “Does that happen often?” Perhaps there were other women she could get to know on Alpha, ones who’d gone through this experience and might offer her some advice, or even support. The full weight of what she was about to do, leave her planet and people behind, bind herself to these alien men on a strange world, hit her, and she shivered. Mateen plucked a blanket from the bed and settled it over them, then curved himself to her with a soft growl. An answering moan left her, and he circled his arm around her, drawing her even closer. Bynton leaned forward and kissed her, licking his way along her lips until she opened to him. Her nipples tensed, and there was a soft throb of heat between her legs. How could she be aroused so soon?

  Mateen nibbled at her neck, and she shivered. Would he bite again? Bynton drew away from her mouth and smiled at her as he pressed his palm to her breast.

  “It is not common, but by no means will you be alone. The bondmates who live next to us have had their woman for over a year. She is very pregnant and may well have delivered while we’ve been gone. Wen, Dilon, and Tamar have been insufferably prideful for months over their coming child.” Bynton slid his hand from her breast to her shoulder, nudging her gently onto her back as Mateen shifted to her side.

  Mateen trailed his fingers into the curls covering her mound. Sucking in a breath, she opened her legs slightly, anxious for him. He moved down her body, hard muscles caressing her skin. His strong hands gripped her inner thighs and opened her as he had before, this time bracing her knees over his shoulders. Bynton shifted behind her, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair as his partner took a breath and slid two fingers along her cleft. He nodded with satisfaction and delved deeper. She knew she was wet. Mateen’s sure nips along her sensitive skin had ensured it, as well as Bynton’s seed.

  “Three men?” she whispered, then gasped as Mateen circled her clit, his calloused fingertips gently pulling at her aching flesh. Hot pings of pleasure ricocheted along her nerves.

  “Two is more usual for bondmates.” Bynton investigated her earlobe with his tongue, and she moaned. Mateen stroked her faster and her hips jerked his way. “We should avoid penetration for a few more hours at least, Mateen. I believe my girth caused her some discomfort at the beginning.”

  “Of course. I will be very gentle.” Mateen shifted closer, and she reached down to touch his hair, her hand brushing up against one of his horns. He stilled and looked up at her.

  “Does that hurt?” She had no idea of the sensitivity of such an appendage.

  “No. You can pull on them if you like. The skin surrounding the base is very sensitive,” Mateen said. Bynton shifted behind her, his cock pulsing against the small of her back.

  She rubbed her fingers down one of Mateen’s horns, and he stared up at her, sliding a long, thick finger along her slit to pause at her entrance. When she traced her nails around the skin framing the horn, he pushed his finger deep inside her. She flinched then relaxed as her pussy clenched and flooded for him.

  “What are you doing, Mat?” Bynton asked.

  “Searching for the, ah, G-spot. Is that what it’s called, Avanelle?”

  Having a hard time catching her breath, she nodded, all her pleasured nerves firing to life once again as he stroked his finger inside her channel.

  “That’s right, the G-spot. I remember reading about that. Does g stand for good?” Bynton lazily sucked her earlobe, his voice rumbling in her ear.

  “Maybe great, if I can locate it.” Mateen furrowed his brow with concentration as he worked within her body. Warm pleasure flooded through her as his broad fingertip homed in on a spot that seemed to electrify her clit now pressed tightly by Mateen’s thumb. She squealed, her toes curled, and she gripped both of his horns as a bomb of an orgasm blasted through her. Vision dimming, she shook, all her muscles spasming with aching delight.

  “I believe I found it.”

  Chapter Six

  They had arrived, orbiting Alpha, and all Avanelle could do was stare out the small view port and study the planet circling below. It looked very Earth-like, blue oceans, green and brown landmasses, swirls of white clouds. The pang of leaving home had lessened as soon as she’d seen the similar formations. The journey had taken a week, both Alphans candidly admitting they weren’t hurrying because they wanted her full attention for as long as possible. Attention that lasted for hours, left her sated and exhausted, but anxious for more as soon as she’d caught her breath. After their first time, both Bynton and Mateen had become much more experimental about sexual encounters, happy to engage with her singly, often while the other watched. She found she liked it as much as she enjoyed the times when both men came to her together. Their shared climaxes strengthened this newfound awareness she had of both Mateen and Bynton, their moods, their desires. It was strange to feel so content and complete in a tiny ship among the vastness of the stars.

  When they’d reached Alpha, both men had sobered, ready to resume their responsibilities, and had been busy preparing for their descent to the planet as soon as they had permission to land.

  “Avanelle, it’s time.” Mateen instructed her on how to fasten the restraints on her seat properly, taking the time to kiss her between each latch and strap-tightening. He liked to kiss her, which twisted her heart a little every time he did. For such a confident, imposing man, to have him bestow little pecks and caresses was very moving.

  Bynton manned the controls, and she waited as the ship swooped down, the gradual pull of Alphan gravity slowly becoming apparent as her belly fluttered, then flopped. Wispy clouds soon obscured the small view ports. With a shudder and a thump, it seemed they’d landed. She struggled free of her seat and joined them at the cockpit to look out for her first view of her new home.

  They were on an immense stone plaza, facing a low grey building. Several people in billowing cloaks stood some distance from them. There were a few low mountains visible in the distance, but that was all she could see of Alpha.

  “Come, the temperature is cool, so you will need additional covering.” Mateen bundled her toward the hatch to the outside, wrapping her up in a soft cape and adjusting the hood to cover her hair.

  “There will be time before the ceremony for you to choose some clothing of your own. I know we didn’t bring much that would appeal to you.” Bynton dragged on his long black coat and grinned at her, clearly excited to be home and anxious for her to see it. Mateen opened the hatch, and she took her first breath of Alphan air. Cool, humid, and scented with the gasses and fluids of space travel vehicles. Mustering up her courage with a deep breath, she followed Mateen as he exited down the steps, Bynton close behind her.

  Her legs wobbled a bit as she stood on solid ground for the first time in days, but her attention was soon diverted by the people approaching her. Big Alphan males, all golden skinned, some with dark tattoos swirling along their cheeks. Interspersed among them were slighter figures, human women all smiling at her in welcome. They wore beautifully flowing robes and tunics, the glitter of gems subtly gleaming from ears, necks, and wrists. Some tension in her eased, and she smiled back, reassured by friendly faces. There were bellows of greeting between the men, and Avanelle found herself the center of attention as Mateen and Bynton stood on either side to introduce her.

  “Albin warriors, please greet and protect our bondmate, Avanelle Rein of Puerta Santigo,” Mateen announced in a loud voice with not a small tinge of pride. She was touched he remembered her origin, and she looked up at him with pleasure. His golden eyes met hers for a hot moment, and then Bynton spoke up.

  “She took blood in battle with Xyran scum. We killed seven that day.” His exaggeration at her part in that fight made her flush, but the other Alphan men nodded with approval.

  “All welcome to you, Avanelle Rein.” The oldest-looking Alphan bowed low and introduced himself as Rom. Other names flew at her, and she lost track in moments. One of the human women murmured something about the cold, and they were all walking toward the low building, both Bynton and Ma
teen touching her every step of the way. Soon they’d entered the building. The interior was open and filled with baggage and people moving about their business. It was predominantly male Alphans, and she noticed the Albin warriors formed a ring around the women in their midst as they moved through the crowd. She was included among them, and one, petite and pretty with soft gold hair, reached for her hand.

  “Are you excited for the claiming?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. Mateen and Bynton didn’t mention much about it.”

  The blonde’s mouth curved into a knowing smile. “I’m sure they were preoccupied with other things. We’re lucky women here. You will be very happy to be bonded to them.”

  Another woman appeared at her side as they passed through a wide gate into an atrium filled with soft light and trees growing in large black pots. “The ceremony is a mere formality. A way to publically recognize your new union. Some words will be said by their commander, an invitation to challenge which none will take up, and then a banquet of celebration. We are going to take you to dress, while Mateen and Bynton are off to prepare with their comrades.”

  News that she was to be separated from them so quickly startled her, and she looked wildly around for them. She was worried about this mysterious challenge to come, worried about being a small human woman alone amongst all these large and formidable Alphans. Bynton noticed her glance and stopped talking with a burly man whose name she’d already forgotten.

  “What is it, Avanelle?”

  “I … where will you and Mateen be?” Anxiety filled her. She’d only just arrived here, knew no one, and the two men she’d grown to depend on were leaving her for who knew how long.

  “At the great hall, ready to claim you.” Bynton must have sensed her distress because he stopped walking and captured her arm. “You will be safe. Both Yarif and Tol are going with the women. We will be reunited in a few hours.”

  Mateen arrived at her side in a flutter of cape, his hand touching her cheek as he peered at her. “Let us find a refreshment room where we can talk.”

  The other warriors fanned out, and she soon found herself in a small room furnished with low padded benches. Without a word, Mateen bade her sit on one of the benches where Bynton joined her, his strong arm around her waist.

  “I thought we were going to your house.” She’d imagined them giving her a tour, showing her the pool, the idea of which fascinated her. Then she wanted to spend several naked hours with them. That seemed like a good way to make her feel at home. Not being left with strangers.

  “We will, after the claiming.” Mateen crouched down in front of her and stared into her eyes. “It’s required. We must make a formal declaration of bond, or you will be considered unattached.”

  “Any Alphan man would wish to have you. There would be fighting in the streets for the chance of capturing your beauty. But we will defeat any who challenge us.” Bynton’s flattery won him a shaky smile from her. He had to be joking. Everything she’d seen of this place was well-ordered and clean, the people calm and purposeful.

  “Wouldn’t I get a say in the matter?”

  Bynton and Mateen glanced at each other.

  “Do you wish to open yourself up to other males, Avanelle?” Mateen’s voice was low, and she thought she detected a layer of hurt in it. “It is your right to do so at the claiming.”

  Regret filled her. How could they think she would reject them? Was that what this challenge was to be, a challenge to her devotion to them? “No. I want you, only you. Never any other.”

  In an effort to reassure, she reached for them, kissing first Bynton, then Mateen. First affectionate pecks against their sensuous mouths, then deepening into lusty sucks. They reached for her, and their grips tightened. Her blood heated, and her body softened immediately. She’d grown so in tune with her desire for them in the time on their ship that her pussy was already dripping, quivering in need of their attention. If she was to be separated from them, even if only for a few hours, she needed to reaffirm their bond. No challenge at all.

  ****

  Mateen’s emotions churned. Pride in bringing Avanelle home, joy at seeing his companions, anticipation of the claiming to come, all swept away by the momentary worry that she might abandon them. But she was clinging to them both, kissing and pressing herself to them in the way he’d learned showed she was amorous. Untangling herself from their arms, she pushed off the cloak and pulled at her garments, her eyes dark with desire as her breath heaved in and out. His staff swelled.

  “Please, I need you now.” Her breathy beg was all it took for him to move to accommodate her. He pulled off her pants and shifted her knees to the bench even as Bynton pulled off her top, her breasts bouncing free. His bondmate straddled the bench, and Avanelle reached to unfasten his belt and trousers, positioning herself on hands and knees on the padded surface as she freed Bynton’s staff from his garments and blessed him with a kiss. He knew what that mouth would feel like, how hot her tongue was as she would circle it around his sensitive corona. Lucky Bynton.

  She gripped his bondmate’s staff at the base and glanced over her shoulder at him, her dark hair spilling across the pale skin of her back. She arched her hips back and presented herself. Her scent filled him, and without hesitation he crouched down and pressed his mouth to her already succulent folds. Their companions were waiting outside the door, so he couldn’t linger in her honey, but a few deep tonguings of her opening gave him enough of a taste. She whimpered and quivered as she widened her knees as far as the bench would support her. Mateen heard Bynton breathing hard as Avanelle’s head bobbed up and down over his bondmate’s staff. Rising up to his knees, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the fasteners of his trousers apart, his ready staff springing free and desperate for the shelter of his woman’s body.

  Gripping one smooth globe of her ass in his hand, he used the other to part her pink folds, her welcoming fluids slippery on his fingers. With a grunt of effort he pushed his corona at her quivering opening, reveling again in how her body was perfectly formed to please him. Every pulsing nerve along his staff rejoiced as he slid into her clenching heat, and she flinched like she did every time he mounted her. Adjusting his stance on the bench, he eased in and out of her sheath a few times, then grabbed a tight hold on her hips to keep her from sliding away. Pleasure and pressure were already building in his groin like a nova sun, and he knew he was close to climax.

  With a quick glance at Bynton, who now had one hand clenched around the back of Avanelle’s head as she sucked at him, Mateen began to thrust, biting back the groans that swelled in his throat. Again and again he pressed inside her beauty until his head swam. An electrical pulse rocketed from the small of his back out his staff as his seed filled her with all his hopes for the future. As he gripped her tight and shook with ecstasy, the small, conscious part of his mind prayed for her to be already swelling with their child. Bynton gave out a sudden gasp and shuddered hard enough that Mateen felt the vibration of his climax through Avanelle’s body. As it should be.

  Legs shaking, he eased back, still joined to her. She was breathing hard, and he could sense she hadn’t reached her release yet. Knowing his bondmate loved to watch, Mateen reached around and played with the wet curls covering Avanelle’s mound. She squeaked and gripped his forearms, throwing her head back against his shoulder. He wished he was naked so he could appreciate all her warm skin and soft hair against him.

  “Please, Mateen, make me come for you. Bynton, please, take my breasts.” Her soft voice hitched as she begged. He circled his finger and fancied he could feel her tiny clit quiver as he stroked alongside it, up and down, never quite touching in the way she liked. His staff pulsed a few more times before he slid free of her wet channel. Bynton leaned up from his sprawl on the bench and tongued one of her distended dinap. She cried out loudly, and Mateen couldn’t help his answering rumble as she panted, gripping one hand into Bynton’s shoulder as her other flailed and found purchase in his hair, then clenched aro
und one of his horns. A band of pleasure circled his skull, and he groaned as she tugged. He bent his head to her bare neck, reveling in the sensation of his tesak descending and piercing her flesh as his staff had. The rich essence of Avanelle whispered across his tongue.

  With a series of shrieks she convulsed and climaxed in his arms, and this time he did allow himself a louder groan of kindred completion. Power surged in him, the power of their shared pleasure and bond. Bynton growled, too, still suckling. When his bondmate finally drew away, both her dinap were shiny, glistening against the swells of her breasts like jewels set in velvet. He’d also made his mark just below her collarbone, two tiny dents that didn’t do justice to their connection.

  He didn’t care if his fellow warriors waiting outside knew what had just happened within this small, quiet room. All that mattered was the life he and his bondmates were going to share.

  ****

  The great hall was immense. Tall pillars of tan stone interspersed with bright red banners soared around Avanelle’s head, and even though the perimeter of the space was filled with large Alphans joined by a few human women, she was alone. She’d felt bereft as soon as Mateen and Bynton had left her side, off on their mysterious errands before the ceremony. They’d each given her a deep kiss, stared at her, then rushed away, too quickly lost in the crowd of people filling the streets of this city.

  The women, accompanied by two silent and watchful Alphan males, had led her to a small storefront, bustled her inside, and she was soon stripped of her clothes in a curtained alcove. The sweet woman who’d spoken to her first at the landing deck had stayed with her to assist as Avanelle tried on pants and tunics of incredibly soft and warm material. All the colors she could name soon filled the room, and despite the other woman’s urging to take all she wanted, Avanelle quickly settled on a set in deep rose, anxious to leave and rejoin Mateen and Bynton. Soft suede boots that buckled up to her thighs completed her attire, and she hadn’t been able to suppress a quiver at the idea of both men slowly removing each, pressing kisses and their special bites to her flesh as they went.