Hybrid's Love

by Seraphina Donavan

  “Of course,” Lexian said, and showed her to the small corridor off the main room. “Your room is the second on the left. You simply have to press your thumb to the keypad on the left and it will open.”

  Kyr watched her walk away stunned by the gift he’d just been given. He turned back to Lexian, “She knows about us.”

  Lexian looked at him sharply, raising a golden brow in surprise. “Initially it had been agreed that we would not tell any of the recovered mates about those relationships, that it might impact their ability to accept us.”

  Kyr sat down, resting his hands on his knees. “Wren’s telepathic abilities are remarkable. Even without the training that she should have received, she is very skilled. I think any attempts to hide information from any of the mates that we are lucky enough to recover would be foolhardy. At this point, honesty will be the best policy.”

  Lexian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Has that made things difficult between the two of you?”

  “No. It hasn’t. We forgot that our mates have been engineered to be perfect for us in every way, including having compatible desires.” Kyr paused. “It isn’t just that she knows, Lexian. She’s seen it in my memories... every graphic and explicit detail. She feels what I feel and knows what I know. Including the pleasure that you’ve given me.”

  “That is remarkable.... both the ability and her acceptance of us. While attitudes on Earth are changing rapidly, many women raised there would not be so forgiving of our desires. You are a lucky man.”

  “Perhaps we can both be lucky men. Wren has also expressed a certain amount of curiosity... about being with us both.”

  Lexian couldn’t immediately formulate the questions that were swirling in his mind. Finally, he managed to ask, “Are you suggesting that she would not mind sharing?”

  “What he’s suggesting,” Wren said, approaching from behind, wearing nothing but a simple robe that had been left in their room for her, “Is that I am very interested in being with both of you... together.”

  Lexian turned to Kyr, “I would never dream of interfering with you and your mate.”

  Kyr rose and walked toward Lexian. “It isn’t interfering. Both Wren and I want you to join us. When you find your own mate, things will change perhaps, but in the meantime... There is no reason that we cannot take our pleasure with one another.”

  Wren moved closer, standing so close to Lexian and Kyr that her breasts brushed against them. She stroked her hand up Lexian’s muscular arm, to tangle in his blonde hair, before rising on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. He groaned against her lips. His hands immediately coming to rest on her hips. He tugged her closer to him until she could feel his impressive erection against her. Then Kyr was behind her, his engorged cock nestled against the small of her back as his lips and tongue coasted over her neck. Trapped between the two of them, feeling their hard bodies pressed against her, Wren was painfully aroused. Her clit throbbed and moisture pooled between her thighs. Her nipples tightened to hard buds that pressed against the granite wall of Lexian’s chest.

  Abruptly, she broke way from kiss and leaned into the comfort of Kyr’s arms. “It isn’t just me you want, Lexian,” she said.

  Lexian met her challenging gaze and his perfectly sculpted lips curved into a devastating smile. He stepped closer and as Wren watched them, he fused his lips to Kyr’s, kissing the other man with all of his pent up desires. It had been months since he had been with Kyr. Since the initial discovery of the evidence that had led him to Wren’s location on Earth, Lexian had not seen him. There were other Sentinels in the barracks who would have been more than happy to share his bed, and he’d even been tempted, but the bond between himself and Kyr had always been different. He couldn’t quite believe that Kyr’s mate would be willing to share him and herself. It had been a secret fantasy for him, that one day he and Kyr would take a woman together.

  Now, kissing Kyr, feeling the rasp of the other man’s whiskers against his lips, the hardness of his kiss, while the softness of Wren’s breasts pressed against him, was a sensual onslaught that he was helpless to resist. His cock had hardened to the point of agony. The thought had no more than crossed his mind, when he felt the soft glide of feminine hands over him. It was the first time a woman had ever touched him intimately. It was different from what he had experienced with other men, heady and undeniably erotic.

  Kyr broke the kiss, his breathing labored. “We can’t all retire at the same time... but there is no reason we cannot be more comfortable here at the helm.”

  Lexian looked at the large banquette, and then swept Wren into his arms, carrying her until he could deposit her on the soft cushions. Her damp, red hair fanned out around her and she looked like a pagan offering. Kyr laid down beside her and held his hand out to Lexian in a silent invitation to join them. He could not have resisted for any treasure in the universe. With Wren lying between them, Lexian reached for the ties of her robe, parting the fabric to reveal the lush curves of her body.

  “You have no idea,” he said reverently, his hands stroking her breasts with a gentle touch, “how many times I’ve dreamed of this.”

  Wren reached out for Kyr, bringing one of his hands up as well, so that they caressed her breasts together. “It isn’t a dream any longer. It’s real.”

  Kyr kissed her then, his tongue sliding between her lips as his fingers tugged at her nipple. With his tongue gliding sensually over hers, Wren moaned at the feel of Lexian’s mouth closing over her nipple. His tongue curled around the tight bud, laving gently, as Kyr kissed her thoroughly, claiming her mouth.

  “I want you both naked,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I want to see you.”

  The men complied readily, shedding their clothes. Their bodies were perfect. Both were heavily muscled, their dedication to their training apparent in every rippling pectoral and ridged abdominal muscle. Whereas Kyr’s chest was devoid of all hair, Lexian’s bore a light dusting of golden curls, the hair narrowing into a thin strip before growing thicker again to form a nest around his cock. His member was as long as Kyr’s, but not as thick, and the head was perfectly plum shaped. Sitting up, Wren reached for them, cupping their impressive cocks, one in each hand. She stroked them simultaneously, and then took Kyr in her mouth, suckling the thick head of his cock, pulling him deeper into her mouth.

  It was Lexian’s hands who fisted in her hair, holding her head steady as Kyr began to thrust. Each thrust was shallow, a light dip of his hips, but his cock was so large it filled her mouth completely. The taste of him was divine and only enhanced by his harsh groans of pleasure. Glancing up, she saw that Lexian had claimed Kyr’s mouth. The kiss was hard, consuming and all the hotter for it.

  Pulling back slightly, Wren began to lick Kyr’s cock, the tip of her tongue caressing every velvety inch of him. She worked her way down until she could take the tight spheres of his balls into her mouth, suckling them gently. Her nails lightly raked his thighs. Unable to resist, she closed her hand around Lexian’s pulsing shaft, stroking him gently as she once again took Kyr’s erection deep into her mouth.

  “Enough! Wren, I can’t take any more,” Kyr said gruffly.

  Reluctantly, Wren let him go. She lay back on the cushions and watched as the two men kissed again. Kyr stroked Lexian’s cock, just as she had. Seeing his large hand gripping the other man’s cock made her body throb with need. She felt so empty and needed desperately to be filled. Kyr lay down beside her and pulled her over him so that she straddled his lean hips. His cock nudged impatiently at her entrance. Impatient herself, Wren gripped him in her hand and guided him into her wet, aching sheath. She gasped his name as she impaled herself upon him. So eager to have him filling her.

  When Lexian moved behind her she smiled. It was as if he too was reading her mind, and knew precisely what her fantasy entailed. His hands cupped the soft globes of her behind, his fingers sliding between the crevice, massaging that tender opening. The oil that he rubbed on her skin
tingled slightly. With only a slight hesitation, a split second’s doubt, Wren leaned forward until her breasts were crushed to Kyr’s chest, her head resting against his shoulder. She felt his hands slide over her back, down to her bottom where he too cupped the generous globes, parting them, opening her to Lexian.

  The first gently nudge of Lexian’s cock against that puckered opening had her groaning. The nerves were exquisitely sensitive. With only the head of his cock clenched inside the tight ring of muscles and Kyr’s cock filling her pussy, she couldn’t halt the flood of pleasure. It roared through her, leaving her gasping and quaking in their arms, her sheath contracting rhythmically with the first orgasm.

  Kyr cursed in a language she didn’t understand, but she could feel his desperation, his need to make the pleasure last for all of them. Lexian pushed further, sliding another inch of his cock into the tight passage. The tender flesh burned with the intrusion, the pleasure and pain mingling in a mind numbing haze. She gripped Kyr’s shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. She forced herself to relax, to open herself more fully to Lexian’s invasion. He pushed again, his cock sliding past the second ring of muscles, until h was fully inside her. She could feel them both, their cocks squeezing against the thin membrane that separated them. Nothing had ever been so right, so complete, as having both of them inside her.

  “Please,” she begged, uncertain of even what she was asking for, but Lexian knew, as did Kyr. Lexian withdrew first, sliding his cock out of her tight passage, until only the head remained seated within her. He thrust forward again, forcefully. The impact sent her sliding up, her wet sheath grasping at Kyr’s cock. When Kyr thrust into her again, she sobbed their names in a pleading chorus. They created a rhythm that left her mindless and begging. First one and then the other would thrust into her, filling her, claiming her, over and over, until her whole body trembled with need and pleasure.

  “Cum for me, Wren,” Lexian urged, his breath hot against her ear. “Let me feel the sweet contractions of your body. Take Kyr with you. I want to feel him coming inside you.”

  Wave after wave rippled through her. Her inner muscles clenched unmercifully on Kyr’s cock, and on Lexian’s. Kyr groaned, his hands tightening painfully on her hips as he surged into her again. The first hot spurt of his cum elicited a sharp cry from her as it triggered the second wave of her orgasm. More rippling contractions, as her body pulsed around him, milking every drop of his seed from him.

  When his cock softened and slipped from her, she was still trembling. Lexian was still buried deep inside her, rock hard and pulsing. He withdrew gently. Her body felt deliciously used. She knew she would ache the following day, but it had been worth it.

  Kyr rolled her to her back, coming to rest between her parted thighs. He slid down her body until he could brush his mouth against the damp curls of her sex. With his face pressed against her, he inhaled the scent of their lovemaking. She was both shocked and aroused when he dipped his head lower, tasting their mingled essence. Her arousal only increased when she saw Lexian move behind him.

  Kyr was eager for him and she noted that Lexian’s hands trembled as his cock nudged between the taut spheres of Kyr’s backside. His eyes never left hers, he watched her as he claimed Kyr for his own in that moment. He rode him hard, fucking him forcefully. Wren knew that he’d been gentle with her because she had never taken a man that way before, but as she watched him take Kyr, she wanted that same brute strength from him, the slight edge of desperation and pure animal lust. With her legs parted and Kyr lapping at her clit as Lexian pounded into him, Wren was soon panting again, her soft cries echoing throughout the large room.

  “Touch your breasts for me,” Lexian commanded.

  Wren brought her hands up to cover the soft mounds, her fingers sliding over the distended nipples, plucking at them. Lexian’s eyes darkened, his hot gaze all but scorching her. She closed her fingers over her nipples then, pinching them harshly, loving how he responded to her. When Lexian’s hand snaked around Kyr’s waist, clasping the other man’s hardening cock, Wren let out a groan. Kyr’s glorious cock filled his hand, a small drop of precum glistening at the tip.

  Eager to have him inside her again, Wren parted her thighs wider and reached for him. “Fuck me, Kyr. I need you inside me!”

  Kyr gripped her hips and tugged her closer to him, until he was kneeling between her parted thighs on the banquette with Lexian still behind him, buried deep in his tight passage. Kyr parted the soft, damp folds of her cunt and nudged his cock inside her. He groaned as the swollen tissues clamped tight around him. “You feel so good, Wren. So hot and tight for me.”

  Without warning, Lexian thrust forward again, the movement driving Kyr’s cock so deep into Wren that she screamed. Lexian set the rhythm from that point forward. Every thrust of his cock into the tight passage of Kyr’s ass sent Kyr’s cock hammering into her. It was fast and hard, brutal and animalistic. Wren’s entire body shook and trembled, incoherent cries falling from her parted lips pleasure coursed through her body. Each powerful thrust triggered another pulsing wave inside her, until her inner muscles clamped so tightly around Kyr’s cock he couldn’t even withdraw from her. His balls pressed so tight against her, she could feel the spheres tightening, drawing up against him, and then the hot rush of his seed filled her. Jet after jet exploded into her, spilling deep into her womb. Lexian gave a hoarse shout and his body shuddered as he spilled himself in Kyr’s welcoming body.

  Lexian withdrew first, collapsing onto the banquette beside her. As Kyr began to withdraw, even that small movement renewed her shivers. “No... please don’t move,” she begged. Every nerve ending was so stimulated, she couldn’t stand even the slightest of touch. Another orgasm, she thought, would surely kill her.

  Kyr kissed her, his lips pressing to hers in a gentle kiss. Lexian followed suit, his lips pressing to sweat slicked skin of her neck and shoulder. She smiled, thinking that no woman had ever been so lucky as to have two men as beautiful as Lexian and Kyr fulfill her every fantasy. When her body ceased its trembling, Kyr rolled to her side and pulled her against him. She lay there in the cradle of his arms, her head pressed to Lexian’s chest as they both caressed and stroked her body until she fell into a deep and much needed sleep.

  “Thank you for this,” Lexian said, softly. “For sharing her with me... for sharing yourself with me again.”

  Kyr met his gaze. “You will find your mate, and when you do, she will be everything that you desire.”

  “Perhaps... and perhaps she will not be as forgiving of our past as your Wren is.”

  Kyr sighed heavily. “Or she may be more than forgiving. She, too, may be eager to explore all that you have to offer.”

  “You should rest. Take Wren below and allow her to recover. I think we may have worn her out,” he said with a sly smile.

  Kyr stroked her hair absently, as he said. “Only temporarily. I never dreamed that I would find a woman who matched my desire, who would be as eager for our coupling as I am.”

  Lexian was jealous in that moment, not of Kyr, but of Wren. He wanted what Kyr had found. He wanted a mate of his own. Turning, he rose and returned to the helm, at ease with his nudity as he strode through the cabin.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Wren awoke, her body aching and yet utterly sated. Recalling the events that led to every twinge and ache, she couldn’t stop the smile the coasted over her lips. She winced slightly as she stretched and yawned, a reminder of how deliciously rough both Kyr and Lexian had been with her. To be wanted so desperately, to make two glorious men lose their hard won control, it made her feel powerful and sexy in ways she never had before.

  Rising, she walked over to the pile of clothes that she had discarded the night before. From the pocket of her jacket, she retrieved the VID file that Amri had given her. Noting the strange plug at the end of it, she saw a matching outlet on the wall. Curious, she plugged it in and watched with amazement as images began to play in front of her. They were slightly dis
torted, with an element of surrealism. She was looking at her blocked memories, somehow retrieved from her mind and transmitted into data that could be viewed as bizarre images on a screen. She could see herself as a child, and a group of young girls with her. They were all in their beds, giggling in a room that looked like a dormitory.

  As Wren watched the VID file, other things became apparent to her. Seeing those images triggered her waking memory and an awareness as she filled in the gaps. She knew the names of those little girls, she knew which ones were afraid of the dark, which ones hated their housemother. It was all there, coursing freely through her mind. When the images on the screen changed, when the door to their room came crashing in and a troupe of Aldacyians entered, Wren could remember that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that fear that had settled inside her.

  The Commander entered then, younger, and wearing a uniform similar to Kyr’s. He delivered instructions to the Aldacyians and Wren knew then that he wasn’t even the one in charge. He was simply part of the hired help. He ordered that they be taken and separated, that each one be taken to different worlds or even galaxies, to places where they would blend. Wren had screamed and cried as they rested her from the arms of her best friend, a little girl with dark hair.

  It wasn’t simply the memories. Other things came to her, links that had been forged in their childhood. She knew where the were. Each one of them was now shining to her like a beacon. But there was one who would be rescued first, because the hell the Commander had put her in was unlike anything that even Wren had suffered.

  Tears fell freely down her cheeks, unchecked as she stared into the horror of what the Commander’s greed had done. He’d wrecked the lives of seven innocent children, had deprived seven brave warriors of the women who had been their destined mates. All of it had been done for money.