Dangerously Hers (Loving Dangerously #3)

by A. M. Griffin

  That vessel happened to belong to a crew of wanted human pirates—JB, Ryan, Kyle, Eli and their captain Kane. She thanked God every night for guiding her to the five men who would become her only family. But right now her closest friend was getting on her nerves and was one breath away from getting gut-punched.

  She snarled and pushed JB’s hand out of the way.

  He chuckled. His boyish dimples were set deep in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  It didn’t matter that he teased her about her appearance. Hell, everyone did. She wasn’t dainty like other women, nor did she want to be. The only reason she survived what she’d been through was because she was unbreakable. She had to be. There was no other choice.

  She straightened her shoulders. “When aliens look at me, I want them to see someone strong.”

  “Well if you ask me, the look you’re projecting is…” He scanned her from top to bottom. “Penis repellant.”

  She narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to him so only he could hear her words. “Don’t make me fuck you up right here in the transport bay,” she threatened.

  JB feigned surprise by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply. Exaggerating his efforts, he placed a hand on his chest. “Really, Jess? You’re going to pick a fight with me and on your first day on Sonis? Tsk, you’ll never keep a job at this rate.”

  “Whatever,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking with me.” She scanned the area again. “I want to make a good impression.”

  JB quirked a brow. “Let me get this straight. You are worried about a good first impression?”

  Jess frowned. “Of course.”

  “Since when?” he asked in disbelief.

  She cocked her head in thought. She had been stealing from Kane when she first met him. She had threatened to kill the guys when she first met them. She tried to strangle Sa’Mya when she met her… Oh yeah, she hadn’t been worried about making a good first impression in a while.

  JB laughed. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

  She shook her head. “No, Eva said she would meet us here.”

  Jess adjusted the knapsack on her back and held her other bag tight in her hand. All her belongings could fit into two small bags. A far cry from the condo filled with high-end clothes and shoes she’d had back on Earth.

  JB looked around the large docking area again. “I don’t see her here.”

  She shifted from one booted foot to the other. “Yeah, but—”

  JB swung his medium-sized duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’m going exploring. She’ll find us when she’s ready for us.” Without waiting for her response, he set out.

  She had two choices. She could stay in the transport bay by herself or she could leave with JB.

  He took two more long strides away from her before she rushed to his side.

  She grunted under her breath as she stepped in time with him, just as he’d expected her to.

  Asshole.

  She followed as he led the way through the exit. She made certain not to brush against any of the aliens they passed. “What if we get lost?”

  He turned, only to give her a wink. His blue eyes were alive with mischief. She figured that was the reason many females swooned around him, human and alien. “Then Eva will send someone to find us.”

  She couldn’t help but grunt. JB didn’t give a damn about anything. She would’ve thought being abducted from Earth, sold as a slave to a mining colony and then spending a year on the run would be enough to sober anyone’s attitude, but not his. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he didn’t have a care in the world. That’s if she didn’t know better. But as with the rest of their small band of misfits, JB had lost family and loved ones as well.

  “What’s the plan now?” she asked when they reached a large communal area.

  JB scanned the room of females and whistled low. “Trouble. The plan is to get into as much trouble as humanly possible.”

  Chapter Two

  Rasha sprawled across his bed. His skin, naked as the day he was born, was misted with perspiration. His pillows now lay scattered across the floor. The calming melody he preferred played softly in the background. The erotic scents he had gotten from Aldori wafted through the air.

  Even with the lights dimmed in his room, he could make out what the two females were doing a mere arm’s length away. Marcie, his lover, was on her hands and knees. Her ample breasts swung pendulously under her as she lapped at his pre-cum. She kept her heavy-lidded gaze on him. Her tongue darted in and out and up and down his slit.

  Aisha, the caramel-skinned beauty, was on her knees behind Marcie, holding tight to Marcie’s creamy ass, holding her cheeks apart. Aisha’s face was hidden with only her eyes visible above Marcie’s round globes.

  Aisha flicked her gaze to him, slowly lifting away from Marcie’s pussy, trailing her tongue. “When are you going to fuck her, Rasha?” she purred.

  Marcie grunted and pushed her ass back to Aisha. “Yes, Rasha. When am I getting fucked?” She swiped her tongue across his heavy sac.

  “Soon enough,” he forced out.

  He flexed the muscles in his legs as Marcie pulled one side of his sac into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue.

  “Just like that,” he growled.

  Aisha smacked Marcie’s ass hard enough for the sound to bounce off the wall. “You are such a horny bitch.”

  Marcie released his sac. “Only for Rasha.” She pulled the other side into her mouth and hummed as she played with it. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist in her hair.

  Aisha pouted, making her full lips appear that much more inviting. “What about me? Am I getting fucked too?”

  Marcie looked back to Aisha and wiggled her ass in her face. “You’re only here to please me and Rasha.”

  “Now, now, Marcie. There’s no reason we can’t all please each other,” he said.

  Marcie’s eyes flashed with fury before she caught her reaction and half-smiled. “You’re right. We can all,” she leaned down, placing kisses up the length of his cock, “please each other.”

  Satisfied that she wouldn’t get left out, Aisha dipped her head between Marcie’s cheeks again. The sounds of licking filled the room. Marcie’s lashes fluttered down as she engulfed his head.

  Rasha enjoyed both females but usually preferred to have them separately. When they were all together Marcie became more possessive than normal. Sometimes their threesomes ended up with him breaking up a fight.

  With the small spat diverted, he concentrated on what Marcie was doing with her tongue, lips and teeth. She was busy licking, kissing and lightly nipping his sensitive skin.

  His head rolled back. He arched. Craving to feel more of her sweet mouth on his shaft, he held Marcie’s head in place with a shaky hand. Marcie’s nails bit into the skin of his thigh. Her other hand gripped his thick base, squeezing. Spit pooled and dripped down the insides of his thighs.

  “Marcie,” he groaned. That only encouraged her to work faster, suck voraciously.

  Aisha scooped her arms under Marcie’s thighs, cradling her higher. She claimed Marcie’s pussy with furor.

  While Aisha lapped and moaned, her face pressed into Marcie’s ass, Marcie worked her way down his cock in pulsating movements. Every time Marcie brought her mouth up to his head, she squeezed her lips around his sensitive ridge, sending flashes of pleasure up his spine.

  “Aisha.”

  Aisha brought her head up, glistening from Marcie’s juices. “Yes, Rasha?”

  “It’s your turn,” he commanded.

  Marcie paused briefly. Her teeth dug into his flesh. With a hand, he pushed her mouth down to cover his cock.

  Aisha trailed her tongue from Marcie’s pussy to her ass one last time. Before Marcie could stop her, Aisha rounded her and crawled up the bed to his face. Within his grasp, Aisha slipped her hand between her legs. She parted her feminine lips and patted her fingers on her clit.

  “Is this what you want?” Aisha ask
ed.

  Rasha instinctively licked his lips. “Come here,” he growled.

  Two of her fingers disappeared deep within her. “I’m making sure it’s wet for you.”

  “That’s my job.”

  Aisha cocked the side of her mouth. “To make me wet or to lick my pussy?” She stroked her pussy and then brought her wet fingers out and slid them across his lips.

  “Both,” he said. He let her fingers dip between his lips and licked them clean.

  “Do you want more?” Aisha asked.

  He responded with a light slap on her toned thigh. She didn’t waste time throwing a leg over his face. As she did, Marcie snapped at him again.

  He could only take so much.

  He grabbed her hair, stilling Marcie in place. “You don’t want to hurt it. Doing so would make the fun end before it begins,” he warned.

  Marcie ran her nails painfully across his thighs. “No worries. I have something that will calm and soothe all the hurt away.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” he asked.

  As Marcie sank to her knees and positioned herself over his cock, Aisha lowered her pussy over his face. Aisha’s sensual aroma filled his senses. Her coarse hairs prickled his nose.

  “Umm.” Rasha grabbed Aisha by her tight ass and pulled her closer. Without hesitation, his tongue lapped at the liquid that gathered at her feminine lips. Her pussy pumped across his mouth.

  Aisha moaned loudly. Her legs squeezed around his face, quivering. She leaned over and grabbed the headrest for support. Rasha probed, using his tongue deep and hard, smothering himself in her pussy.

  Marcie lowered onto his cock. His sac tightened as her pussy clenched him. She couldn’t take him down to the hilt but she lowered enough to cover him with her slick juices. Her pussy grabbed and released his shaft.

  He kicked his legs out, fully enjoying his favorite thing—pussy, one covering his face and one on his cock.

  “I love pussy,” he said, sure his words came out muffled.

  Marcie slapped Aisha’s ass, causing it to wobble on his chin. “Make her come, Rasha.”

  “Oh yes!” Aisha cried. She entangled her hands through his hair and bucked sporadically against his face.

  With one hand, he gripped Marcie’s waist. He tightened his hold and pumped, impaling her with his cock. She needed release, he could feel it building. He wrapped the other arm around Aisha’s thigh, holding her close as she fucked his tongue, bringing herself over the edge.

  “Rasha!” Aisha convulsed and shuddered. Her pussy erupted and covered his tongue…his lips…his chin.

  Aisha contracted and writhed as the last wave crashed around her. Rasha pulled her tighter to him, drinking the last of her feminine juice, not wanting to waste a drop.

  Marcie plucked his hand off Aisha. Once Aisha was free from his hold, Marcie pushed her to the side. “You’ve had your fun.” Although Marcie’s voice remained sultry, her expression promised Aisha harm.

  Aisha grunted and, not ready for a fight, rolled off him.

  Marcie leaned forward and spread herself possessively across his chest. She cradled his head between her arms. “Did you like that, baby?” She kissed and licked his lips.

  He closed his eyes. He despised when she called him baby. He’d told her more than once. Warriors were not babies.

  “We can do this as much as you want.” Marcie rotated her pussy on him.

  “I know.”

  She narrowed her eyes.

  He didn’t feel guilty for stating the truth. He could have as many females as he wanted. He wasn’t bonded to Marcie or anyone else.

  Marcie covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with his. He palmed her ass and thrusts his hips up. Marcie threw back her head and groaned.

  Aisha lay on her side, rubbing her slickened pussy. “I think she likes it like that, Rasha.”

  “Do you want more?” he asked Marcie.

  “Yes.”

  He rolled her over to her back. She splayed her legs wide. Aisha moved to her side. There, Aisha held Marcie’s legs back as he hovered over her.

  Marcie scratched down his torso. “Rasha, don’t make me wait any longer. You know this drives me crazy.”

  There was one thing Marcie wasn’t—patient. After all, she had been waiting to bed him since the rising suns. Impatiently, she’d followed him around for most of the morning. He’d teased her by whispering in her ear what he would do to her. How he would use her body whenever he got the chance.

  Before leaving for the training field, he had pressed her against the wall and told her to bring a friend. He’d promised to make them both come all over his cock. When he returned home, he wasn’t surprised to find Marcie and Aisha eagerly waiting by his door.

  “You’ve been waiting for me to take you, haven’t you?” he teased.

  Her fingernails grazed across his cock. “Oh yes,” she whimpered.

  He smirked at her response.

  His throbbing head pressed against her hot, wet opening, where he lingered.

  She palmed her breasts. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.

  He sucked in a breath, biting back the urge to plunge. “Some things are worth the wait.” He used all the willpower he had and pressed forward just enough to breach her opening.

  Her eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered closed. “Ahh! Yes!”

  Her head rolled from side to side and her mouth opened wide in a soundless plea. Her tight sheath clutched his swollen head in a moistened grasp.

  Aisha pulled Marcie’s nipple into her mouth. She licked and nipped at the erect bud.

  Marcie grabbed Aisha’s head and held it in place. “Oh Aisha.”

  Unable to resist the urge anymore, he plunged full force. Marcie’s scream echoed through his bedroom. There was nothing better than having her slick walls grip and massage him.

  She couldn’t take him all but he pressed farther than he’d ever gone before. Her nails dug into his back as he pulled out slowly. He guessed by the small tickle of liquid trickling that she’d pierced his skin again.

  With a thunderous groan he thrust harder, rocking her ass off the bed.

  Her face contorted. “Yes! Harder!” Her legs shook within Aisha’s grasp.

  And he was about to give it to her.

  He stilled within her, enjoying the way her pussy tightened and convulsed around his thickened cock. As her walls adjusted to his size, he rocked against her. Her cries of pleasure filled his room like the sweetest song ever played.

  He plunged into her again, pushing her body deep into the bed. He thrust harder, grinding against her hips.

  “Rasha, yes! Make me feel it, every fucking inch.”

  “Do you think you can take all of me?” he teased.

  “Make me! Please make me, baby.”

  Would she ever be able to take all of him? No, but he loved trying.

  Beep, beep.

  He ignored his intercom and plunged again. Marcie’s legs quivered and began to slip from his waist. He cupped her breasts and squeezed. The sounds of slick flesh against flesh reverberated throughout his room. Fat beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped from his face.

  Marcie grabbed his forearms, holding on to him as she yelled at the top of her lungs. Aisha struggled to hold Marcie’s quivering thighs. He resisted the urge to spill his seed before she came. He continued to fuck her just like she craved it. His bed creaked and groaned under his assault. More sweat rolled off his back and down his butt.

  Beep, beep.

  Finally, Marcie’s walls contracted around him. Slick heat coated his cock. Her sheath gripped and milked him to no end. His sac was so heavy and full he knew it was just a matter of time before he erupted.

  “Claim my pussy. It’s just for you, baby,” she moaned.

  Before it was too late, he pulled out and fisted his wet cock.

  Marcie reached out to him. “Please, Rasha,” she begged. “Come inside me.”

  Des
pite her plea, he erupted on her stomach. Spent, he dropped to his back between the women.

  “Maybe next time,” he said, breathing heavy. He closed his eyes and threw a hand over his face.

  “Am I invited to the next round?” Aisha asked, running a playful finger around his nipples.

  He turned to her. “I’d love for you to—”

  Marcie rolled over him and squeezed between him and Aisha. “Thank you, Aisha, for coming through in a pinch,” Marcie said. “But you can leave now.”

  Aisha chuckled. “Sure thing, Mar, holler at me if you need a third again.”

  Aisha left the bed to retrieve her clothes. Rasha watched her as she bent to pick up her belongings from the floor. Her waist was perfectly trim, leading to a round ass. Catching his stare on her, Aisha mouthed, “Call me.”

  Watching the exchange, Marcie curled up to his side possessively. “Bye, Aisha,” Marcie said as Aisha headed for the door.

  Aisha winked at him, ignoring Marcie. “Anytime, Rasha.”

  Marcie growled as Aisha left.

  “I thought you enjoyed threesomes.”

  Marcie ran a lazy finger from his stomach to his chest, where she began circling though his hairs. “I’m sorry. I’m just upset that you didn’t come inside me.”

  Beep, beep.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I know.”

  He didn’t know why he didn’t spill his seed within her. The human females were more than willing and able to bear Sonian children and Marcie was no different.

  She had arrived three lunar rotations prior and had immediately taken to him. But after witnessing his mother and father’s loveless bond, he envisioned something different for himself or nothing at all.

  “I’d make a perfect mother.”

  “I have no doubts about that.”

  “I’d also make a perfect mate.”

  Beep, beep.

  “I need to answer my line,” he said, not wanting to revisit a conversation they had on a daily basis.