But she had her answer. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Aliya unwound her legs from his waist, slid to her knees, and ran her fingers over the bulge.
He groaned again but didn’t stop her when she unfastened his trousers.
His erection was huge, much larger than that of an Earther male. Thick and heavy, the skin a deeper shade of purple than on his face. She traced a pulsing vein up the shaft with her finger then followed it with her tongue. A drop of pre-cum welled up from the slit. She gave him a seductive smile then lowered her head and licked it off.
Slam! She gasped as the wave flowed through her. Gyron on his fingers had blazed a fiery trail everywhere it grazed her skin. His lips and tongue spread smoldering heat that penetrated deep into her core. But tasting the gyron in his cum was like swallowing liquid fire.
She moaned as the sensations poured over her. He tasted like melted chocolate with a smoky, musky hint to it. But the blast of spicy heat following was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was addictive. Intoxicating. She opened her mouth, eager for more.
He pulled out the pins holding her hair in a knot. Fisting his hands in it, he pulled her closer. His cock was so thick, she struggled to take him in. Having her stern warrior take control at last sent a bolt of raw lust rocketing through her. She’d never known the thrill of submission, never felt as wicked and wanton as she did when Aartan treated her like his slut. Demanding his pleasure, holding her so she couldn’t pull away while he slid his huge cock in and out of her mouth.
His body quivered. Emboldened, she swirled her tongue around his cock as he drew it out. He gave a low groan and pumped his hips forward. She sucked hard.
Hot jets of cum spurted down her throat, sending the trail of sweet heat all the way to her belly. Her pussy spasmed, and she came again, right then, the climax so hard and fast and unexpected it left her shaking.
What happened next stunned her. Aartan reached down, lifting her to her feet. She reached up to put her arms around him, but he spun her around, bent her over one thigh, and gave her bottom a whack. She was too shocked to react at first, her body still trembling. His hard palm delivered sharp stinging smacks, rapid-fire. Aliya gasped as the sting became a blaze scorching her tender backside.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, when she finally found her voice. “Stop it!”
“I warned you,” he growled. “I told you if you touched me again you’d get a spanking.”
“Touched you? You asshole! I sucked you off, and you loved it! You grabbed my head and shoved your cock down my throat. Now you feel guilty, and you’re taking it out on me!”
He stopped as fast as he’d started. Set her back on her feet and turned his back to her, his shoulders slumped. “Gods forgive me, you’re right,” he muttered. “I wronged you. Forced myself on you then punished you for my weakness. I could have stopped you anywhere along the way, but I didn’t. Forgive me, Aliya. Forgive me – and go away. Now.” His voice broke. “Please.”
Aartan
He stood at the window, staring out into the dark expanse of space.
“Billions of stars, distant galaxies filled with other worlds still to discover. To conquer. So many new places to run away to.” He spoke without turning around.
“I betrayed you. I’m sorry.”
“I understand,” Aartan replied. “You’ve been inside my head. In the dreams with me. Now you’ve seen her for yourself. Smelled her arousal. Touched her warm bronze skin.” His voice dropped. “Tasted her.” He shrugged. “You couldn’t help yourself.”
“By the Sacred Ones, I never meant it to happen! But maybe the gods in their mercy sent her to us. We’ve been alone so long. Are we not entitled to some happiness in what’s left of our lives?”
“You’re thinking only of us. What about her? She’s a vibrant young female. She deserves mates who can protect her. Give her strong healthy sons – and protect them, too.” His voice grew cold. “What you did can never happen again.”
He felt the thud of a body dropping heavily into the seat behind him. Heard the fierce curses. Felt the heaviness in his own heart when those curses turned into harsh sobs.
“It’s all right, Brother. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
He turned around then. Laying a hand on his twin’s shoulder, he mustered up a smile. “At least you made our fantasies a reality, if only for a little while. Thank you for that, Azar.”
Chapter Four
Aliya
She sneaked back to her quarters, relieved the corridor was deserted. She was sure anyone who saw her would take one look at her face and see the humiliation on it.
“I got exactly what I deserved,” she muttered to herself, slamming the door shut then locking it, as though a stranger might come down the hall at any moment and barge in. “I acted like a brazen slut. Threw myself at him, even though he’s let me know over and over he’s not interested in having a relationship with me.”
She kicked off her heels, sent them flying across the room. “A lot of good these damn things did me! If I could open a window, I’d hurl them into space. I feel like such a fool.” Aliya threw herself down on the bed and gave way to bitter tears.
“That alien bastard and his damn gyron gave me the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had! I felt his body quivering, his fists clenching in my hair just before he came. He can’t tell me it wasn’t good for him, too,” she sobbed into her pillow. “Damn you! Damn you, Aartan.”
She was more miserable than she’d ever been in her life. What was worse, even after two mind-blowing orgasms, she was hornier than ever. The spanking had ignited a savage hunger inside her. He’d covered her in his gyron, spreading it over her throbbing clitoris with his tongue, massaging it into the walls of her pussy with those long fingers.
She couldn’t blame him for the trail of heat she still felt deep in her core. She’d done that herself, sucking his cock like a cum slut desperate for her fix. But when he spanked her afterward, driving his gyron into her pores with his hard palm while her pussy was still spasming from the last intense climax, he’d tapped into a well of wicked desires she didn’t know she possessed.
Her fellow crew members all told her when she finally met the twins destined to be her mates, she’d find their gyron addictive, but she’d dismissed that as a starry-eyed exaggeration from women in love. Now, as she lay trembling on the bed, she realized everything they said was true.
“He knew,” she raged . “That rat bastard knew what it would do to me when he spanked me. He shot his load, got me hot and horny for him all over again then practically shoved me out the door.”
Her inability to read him added to her frustration. Though her body thrummed at the faintest whiff of his scent, his mind had been as closed to her as if he was a stranger she’d just met. Did he block me deliberately? Or is there some other reason I can’t do it? I’ve never tried to read someone I was emotionally attached to.
Emotionally attached? That’s a rather dry and clinical way to describe being crazy about someone, her rational mind observed. Face it. You’re in love with him.
“That’s ridiculous!” She sat up, angrily swiped the tears from her eyes. “I can’t be in love with him. How can I love someone who doesn’t want anything to do with me? And he had no right to spank me!” She shouted her argument to the empty room. “I don’t belong to him. He made that clear. Thank the Goddess, I’m not one of his subservient Tharan wenches. I’m a human, an officer in the Interstellar Federation. Nobody treats me with disrespect!”
She headed for the door, ready to tell him off, then looked down and realized she was barefoot, wearing her crumpled lab uniform with the button missing on the waistband of her pants. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, and triple fuck!”
She ripped the uniform off, stomped across the room, and picked up the black stilettos. “Fine. He wants to get me hot and horny then reject me? Two can play at that game.”
Aliya rummaged in the bottom of her gea
r bag, dug out a whisper-thin handful of fabric, and slid it over her naked body.
She knew which room was his but even if she hadn’t, his gyron would have led her there. It wasn’t a definable scent, not something she could put a name to. More of an essence lingering in the corridor long after he’d passed by, leaving a trail her primitive brain could follow as easily as a bloodhound picking up the scent of a lost child hours after she’d gone missing.
Her heels beat a staccato rhythm on the hard floor as she stormed down the hall. Any other time, she’d have been self-conscious in the slinky black gown, painfully aware of how it clung to every curve. Now she felt empowered by the knowledge that with every long stride she flashed her naked pussy through the slit running all the way up her right thigh. He’d be sorry!
By the time she got to the door, she’d cooled off enough to question the wisdom of what she was about to do. You acted on impulse earlier tonight, her rational self reminded her, and look where it got you.
It got me the best orgasm I ever had, her inner slut popped back. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him throw me out on my ass afterward without giving him a piece of my mind!
She drew a deep breath, ready to let loose with a tirade. Without knocking, she threw the door open – and stopped dead, her mouth agape.
There were two of them. Two huge warriors, both stark naked, getting ready to climb in on either side of the biggest bed she’d ever seen. Two massive chests packed with muscle. Two bald heads with a faint purple tint on the gleaming scalp. Two stern faces with icy blue eyes staring back at her. Mirror images of each other, except the alien on the right side of the bed had bulging biceps on both tattooed arms and the one on the left side of the bed had only one. His other arm was thin, with a scar running from shoulder to elbow.
Her mind flashed back to hands cupping her ass, lifting her effortlessly. Holding her immobile with her feet off the floor for what seemed like hours while he ravaged her with his tongue.
“Oh, sweet Goddess! It was you!” She slammed the door behind her and headed for Azar’s side of the bed. Poked a finger in his chest. “You pretended to be him. You licked between my legs. You stuck your tongue in my pussy – and I don’t even know you!”
She caught a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Would you be less angry if I’d introduced myself first?” He turned to his twin. “Is she always this feisty?”
She poked him again. “Don’t try to joke your way out of this, you creep! And as for you…” She whirled, focused her wrath on the one across the bed. “You lied to me!”
“Did I?" Now his eyes twinkled with amusement. “What lie did I tell you?”
“You said…you let me think…” Her voice trailed away.
“Exactly. You’re angry because you came on to the wrong guy. You walked into the lab, saw a big, purple-skinned alien, and figured it was me.” He gave her a slow, lingering once-over. “By the way, you look stunning. I’ve never seen you in a gown. I told you she looked hot in those shoes,” he added, addressing his brother.
“That’s not fair!”
“You didn’t like the compliment?” Aartan’s voice was mild.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
He came around the bed, took her hand in both of his. “You’re right, sweet human. What my brother did wasn’t fair. But in his defense, he feels like he does know you. We don’t just look alike. Tharan twins have a unique bond. Other twins in other worlds may like the same things, be drawn to the same pursuits. For us, it goes much deeper. With our bond, what I see, feel, touch, even taste – Azar does as well. If one of us is attracted to a female, the other is, too. Every time I breathed in your essence, his cock swelled the same way mine did. His presence has been with us as we made our rounds checking on patients. He’s heard your voice, felt the warmth of your touch when you put your arm through mine.”
She shoved him away. “That doesn’t excuse the way he tricked me!” She rounded on Azar again. “Do you think I’m a slut? That just because I’m attracted to your brother, I’m going to fuck you, too?”
Aartan spoke gently. “We don’t know what a slut is, but from your tone of voice, it doesn’t sound like a term we’d use to describe a sentient being we respect. And we have a great deal of respect for you, Aliya. So much we never wanted to act on the powerful attraction we feel for you. You caught my brother in a moment of weakness. He hasn’t been exposed to your presence the way I have, so he had no time to erect an emotional barrier to your bewitching aura.
“Do not believe for an instant we’re not wildly aroused by you.” Aartan reached out, stroked a lock of her hair. “Believe me, if it was only sex, we would have bedded you long ago. Together, as is the Tharan way. But when we meet the female who makes our gyron flow, she stirs not just our cocks but our deepest emotions. We have a powerful urge to protect you, to cherish and care for you.” He shook his head. “That’s why we’ve never acted on our lust.”
She glared at him. “So I’m supposed to believe you’ve ignored me and your brother spanked me, then threw me out right after I gave him a blow job – because you both care about me so much?”
When Azar answered, it came as a shock to hear the same voice she’d come to know so well speaking from behind her. “I know it’s hard to understand, Aliya. Can we sit and talk?”
He addressed his twin. “We owe her the truth, Brother.”
“I already know Aartan has been hiding himself away from life since your mate died,” she declared. “He uses his injury as an excuse. As for you…” She shot him a withering glance. “I have no idea what your excuse is.”
“Enough!” Azar’s voice took on a stern note. “My brother has been far too lenient with you. Allowing you to invade his privacy in the lab any time you choose, speaking to him with disrespect. He’s not even uttered a word of rebuke to you for barging in here without permission.”
Aliya snapped. Tossed aside years of training, of calm, rational self-control.
“Maybe he’s a fucking coward like you are,” she yelled, whirling around to face him. “If anything, I think you’re worse! At least he’s out there helping people. I don’t see a damn thing wrong with you, but you don’t do anything except hide in here, feel sorry for yourself over losing someone who’s been dead for a long time, and let your injured brother support both of you. I understand grief, but sooner or later you have to quit using it as an excuse for living!”
Azar never said a word. He simply sat down on the edge of the bed, bent forward, and took off his legs, one after the other. She gasped when she realized he’d been standing on prosthetic limbs attached above the knees.
He took hold of her arm, yanked her over his upper legs, face-down, and pulled up the skirt of her floor-length gown. “I told you that was enough,” he growled. “You have no right to say nasty things to people when you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He ran his hand up the back of her bare thigh, cupped her still-stinging bottom. “I’ve spanked this ass once tonight,” he said, ignoring her curses and shrieks. “Apparently that wasn’t enough to teach you how to behave properly.”
She heard the sharp crack a millisecond before she felt the lick of fire. “Let me go,” she cried out, struggling against him. He laid one powerful arm across her back, pinning her in place, and whacked her again.
“Let you go? I don’t think so. I don’t care what you say about me, but you’re not getting up until you apologize to my brother for your rude remarks. Aartan is no coward. He’s performed dangerous surgery on battlefields many times, risking his own life to save fellow warriors. Like me,” he finished.
He went on lecturing her, punctuating his words with firm smacks. She wriggled on his lap, trying to avoid his hard palm, then stopped, suddenly aware his naked cock was as swollen and erect as it had been earlier. She was seized with a wild urge to get on her knees and suck it again.
Her pussy clenched, and she moaned. Not a cry of pain, but one tor
n from that wicked place inside her she hadn’t known existed before tonight. She’d had other lovers, but no one had ever taken control the way he did. His stern whacks reignited the inferno deep in her core. Made her want him to do dirty things to her. Run his palm between her legs and fondle her clit while he had her bent over his lap, helpless to resist. Shove his tongue into her dripping wet pussy again. Goddess help her, she even had an image of him sliding one hot gyron-laden finger past her tightly puckered rear opening to play with her ass.
She ground against him. His cock swelled, and he groaned. As if reading her mind, he shoved his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart the way he’d done earlier in the evening. He spread the slick juices of her arousal around her labial folds then reached higher to massage the swollen bud of her clitoris.
She rubbed her mound on the iron-hard shaft of his cock, moaning again when she coaxed a drop of pre-cum from the head. It sizzled against her skin, sent a shocking bolt of lust straight to her core. She rocked against his erection. Drew another groan from deep in his chest.
Chapter Five
Aartan
Azar stopped abruptly. “No. I can’t do this. It’s not right. I’ve been selfish,” he declared. “I took advantage of both of you tonight. I let my gyron override my self-control, even my honor, like a randy young lad who’s gotten his first whiff of a wet pussy.”
Azar lifted her off his body, laid her gently between them on the bed. “Forgive me, Aliya. I’m so sorry. I’ve wronged you. You don’t deserve to be punished. You have every right to be furious with me for tricking you and taking advantage of you. But don’t be angry with Aartan. I’m the one who treated you badly. It was me, not him. Since the day he first met you, my brother has never spoken of you with anything but respect and admiration.”
He turned to Aartan. “No matter what she says now, she wanted you tonight, brother. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did.”
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