Her epiphany had awakened her out of a sound sleep early the following morning. She had to be certain it was by their own free will that they wanted to make a life with her, not solely because of divine intervention, destiny or genetics. She needed to be confident that they actually liked her as a person, enjoyed being with her when they all had their clothes on and valued her for who she was.
Megan had started out by asking them to teach her their computer system. Many functions, such as replicating basic items and communication, were very similar to those she already knew how to use. Slaterine mathematics and the economic structure, however, differed greatly from Earth’s, and would require serious learning time. Garfor was in charge of those subjects while Rork and Loban tutored her in their favorite areas of expertise. They also were spending many hours together as a group in the computer room, sometimes actually working on the programs.
Her men’s over-protectiveness was proving to be the biggest area of compromise for all of them. They had eagerly welcomed her to ride with them to fields and gardens, but she’d practically had to beg Loban to let her ride her own xander. The fact that she was out alone this morning was a major step forward.
Garfor and Rork had initially forbidden her to help in the harvest of the surlat crop, saying it was difficult physical labor. They ordered her instead to sit on the sidelines under the shade of a tree. She pointed out that other women were there, and if they truly wanted her to be accepted as a member of the community, they had to allow her to participate. After a heated discussion—one which Megan was keenly aware was being listened to by everyone within earshot—they’d agreed to let her work with them when she’d agreed to take frequent breaks and to stop before the high heat of the day.
Having fun together took no effort whatsoever. Whether playing their favorite dice game, preparing meals, swimming, or even doing house chores, there was always much laughter. They also spent many hours talking. Sometimes, the subject matter was lighthearted; other times it was serious. The more she got to know them, the more she loved them.
Megan now had a better understanding of her new world, and the possibilities of what she could do with her life here were endless. If she chose to, she could pursue a traditional career, but fully assuming the role of their swaya seemed as if it was going to be a perfect fit. It placed her in a mentor position to the women and children of the district, and she would be deeply involved in community activities. Assuming such an important position, while taking care of her home and her mates and hopefully their children the way she planned on, seemed plenty and ideal.
“Yep, I’m one lucky lady,” she said, tweaking the reins a bit to the left to guide Howie through the drenched, uneven terrain. Yesterday, when Megan had contacted Somas Prime to let them know she wouldn’t be taking the job after all, they’d informed her that a supply ship was set to leave, and one of its stops was Mesta. Her belongings would arrive in a few days.
Howie’s ears went back, and he made a high-pitched whining noise a second before another xander came around a large rock formation. He was limping badly, and there was no rider in his saddle. “What the hell?” she exclaimed.
“Help, help!”
The plea sounded as if it came from far away. Megan kicked her heels against Howie, and they took off at a dead run toward the cries, into an area she was unfamiliar with. The landscape changed, and dense, twenty-foot tall vegetation and massive rock formations made it impossible for her to keep up the brisk pace. Her heart thudded wildly when moments passed, and she didn’t hear anything.
“Where are you?” she screamed out.
“Here, hurry!”
The reply and following sobs now sounded extremely close, but Megan couldn’t see anyone. Without her direction, Howie came to an abrupt halt, and she barely held her seat by wrapping her arms around his neck. In front of her, partially camouflaged by rocks, was a hole in the ground, probably fifteen feet in diameter. Megan jumped down and inched her way closer until she could peer over the edge. A teenage girl was standing in thigh high mud, shivering.
“Are you hurt, honey?”
“I-I-d-don’t-t-think so,” she said through chattering teeth. “But I-I-c-can’t-c-climb out, and the water’s getting deeper!”
Megan hit the emergency button on her communicator, which opened a channel to all three men while sending them her location.
“Megan, what’s wrong?” Garfor answered immediately.
“A young girl has fallen into a sink hole that’s filling with water. She’s uninjured, but I’m going to need some help to get her out.” Megan kept her tone even and smiled at the girl, knowing the worst thing she could do was act as panicked as she felt.
“We’re on our way,” Rork answered.
“Who is the child?” Loban asked, sounding as if he was running.
“What’s your name, honey?” Megan recognized her from the gala, but it was going to take time for her to learn who everyone was.
“L-Leena.”
“Everything’s going to be fine, Leena.” Garfor’s calming voice came over the communicator.
“See? There’s nothing to worry about.” Megan watched the water rise to Leena’s waist. “Are there rocks that you can stand on down there?”
“I keep slipping off.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Okay, okay,” Megan said, scanning the ground to see if she could find anything to lower into the hole for her to hold onto. She saw nothing. “I’ll be right back.”
Megan rushed to Howie and removed his bridle. She returned to the edge of the hole and dropped to her knees. After wrapping the headgear around her arms, she held onto the bit, lay down on her stomach and flung the reins to Leena. “Grab onto these. Try and stand on a rock now.”
Leena was able to, but Megan was shocked at how quickly the muscles of her shoulders and arms began to burn as she steadied the girl. She prayed the guys got there soon. “Do you know how long you’ve been down here?” Megan asked, figuring talking was better than focusing on their current predicament.
“Since right after dawn. I was so mad I forgot to take my communicator when I left home. And now I’m endangering our leaders’ mate.” She bowed her head, and her shoulders shook with her sobs.
“Nonsense, Leena, I’m perfectly safe. What happened at home?”
Leena looked up, and Megan was encouraged by the fire in her eyes. “My fathers told me I’m too young to pilot a hover car, but I’m not! All of my friends are learning!”
Megan couldn’t help smiling. Obviously teen angst was a universal condition.
“I’m almost fifteen. They let my brothers drive when they were barely fourteen!”
“It’s difficult sometimes for dads to deal with their little girls growing up, honey.”
“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to help with them giving me some space,” she replied with a shy grin.
“How about I tell them how brave and level-headed you been in the face of a crisis?”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Absolutely, we women have to stick together.” Megan heard the hum of speeder engines.
A large chunk of dirt broke from the wall of the hole, knocking Leena off her perch on the rock, causing her to pull violently on the reins. Megan did her best to dig her toes and knees in the ground, but was still pulled until her head and shoulders dangled over the edge. The water was now up to the girl’s armpits.
“Hurry, please hurry,” Megan whispered, clenching her teeth and willing herself to hold on.
The engine noise got louder then cut off and was replaced with men’s shouts as the ground beneath her fell away, and she slid head first into the hole. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold her breath for one more second, she was jerked up and landed on her back on top of someone.
“Let go of the bit, Megan, we’ve got you both.” It was Rork speaking.
She coughed and choked while the bridle was untangled fro
m her arms, and mud was wiped away from her eyes, nose and mouth.
“You saved our daughter’s life. We are forever in your debt.”
Megan opened her eyes to see Leena cradled in the embrace of two men seated on the ground less than a foot away.
“Your daughter is a courageous young woman, be proud of her,” Megan responded in a shaky voice.
“Thank you, Megan,” Leena said quietly, holding out her arms.
Megan’s emotions took over. She hugged Leena tightly and rocked back and forth as tears of joy and relief rolled down her cheeks.
“Ah, swaya, all is well now,” Rork whispered, stroking her back. Garfor and Loban were kneeling on either side, touching her soothingly.
“Daylon, Sirak, your child needs to get warm and dry as does our Megan.” Rork gently eased her away from Leena. “When they’re both fully recovered, they’ll see each other again.”
Megan watched as they stood. “Wait, her xander is injured and wandering and I don’t know where he went.”
“We’ll find him, Megan. Please just take care of yourself.” Both men bowed before making their leave.
“Does it feel as if you’re injured in any way?” Garfor stared at her, worry etched in his features.
“No, I don’t think so,” she answered, moving a bit on Rork’s lap while carefully flexing her arms and legs.
“Do you want to ride with one of us on the xander or on a speeder?” Loban asked.
Megan adjusted her position so could gaze at each of them as a fresh wave of tears blossomed. “I love you. With all my heart, I love all of you.”
“Swaya, you’re functioning on fear and adrenaline right now,” Rork said quietly.
“No, well okay, probably, but that has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m saying!” She touched Rork’s cheek, Garfor’s shoulder then Loban’s chest. “I resigned my job yesterday. I got up early this morning and turned the solarium into a comfy love nest for my big reveal. I wanted to surprise you, have everything be perfect when I told you, and now you don’t believe me.” She started to cry so hard she couldn’t speak anymore.
“Megan, please, please don’t cry, of course we believe you,” Loban pleaded.
They wrapped their arms around her, kissing and caressing until her sobs reduced to hiccoughs and sniffles.
Chapter Six
“Megan, you should rest now,” Garfor said as he finished drying her legs. Rork and Loban had already taken care of the rest of her. They were all mud free after a long, hot shower.
“I’m fine, really, I promise.”
“You’re most definitely going to be sore later,” Rork said seriously. “How you held Leena, I have no idea.”
“She stood on a rock. I wasn’t supporting her full weight,” Megan offered as explanation, choosing not to mention she wasn’t sure how she did it, either.
“Using the bridle was a stroke of genius. You saved that child’s life. We’re so incredibly proud of you, swaya.” Garfor kissed her tenderly.
“Anyone who found her would have done the same.”
“Calling for assistance, yes I hope so, but you risked your own safety to help a stranger.”
“All I was thinking about was Leena. The possibility of the ground underneath me crumbling away never crossed my mind.”
“We’re going to have nightmares about you going headfirst into that hole.” Loban came up and pulled her against his chest.
“I was really scared,” she admitted. “But I heard you there and had no doubt you were going to save me and Leena.” Megan gave him a squeeze before stepping back.
“It took us and her fathers to do so. That situation could have so easily not ended well.” Garfor stroked her hair.
“Everything did turn out okay, though, and we need to relax a bit, don’t you think? Hey, I know what’s going to help—a good meal and some kinky sex.” She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You guys wait here until I call you.” She walked toward the bedroom door.
“Um, Megan, aren’t you forgetting something?” Loban asked.
When Megan glanced over her shoulder, he was brazenly checking out her nakedness. “Oh, didn’t I mention clothes are not allowed at my little get together?” She wiggled her hips then scurried out of the room.
Not wanting to be separated from them any longer than absolutely necessary, Megan got things ready as quickly as she could. In less than fifteen minutes, the solarium table was artfully covered with heaping bowls of cut fruit, plates of muffins with jam and a board with three cheese selections. The air was gently perfumed with the scent of the flowers she’d picked earlier. At the last minute, she decided to add a bottle of wine; after the morning they’d had, it seemed quite appropriate.
“You can come down now,” Megan called from the solarium door. They arrived so quickly she wondered how many stairs they skipped on the way.
Loban let out a low whistle. “This is spectacular.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said with a giant grin. “How about you pour the wine?”
“Spirits before midday, I like the way you think.” He patted her ass as he walked by toward the table.
“You take such good care of us. I have no idea how we got along without you.” Garfor kissed the tip of her nose.
“Well, you’re stuck with me for good, now. Go make yourself comfy.”
Megan went to Rork, who still stood in the doorway. Tension radiated from him. “I’m sorry I took so long to say the words.” She rested her hand on his arm. “I was worried. The last three weeks have been amazing, but what if you guys realized I wasn’t the woman you thought I was? Maybe we’d find out we couldn’t compromise, or I’d piss you off so badly you’d decide I wasn’t worth the effort, or—”
He grasped the back of her head with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her waist. His mouth came crashing onto hers, and his tongue swept past her lips. Rork’s kiss was powerful, demanding and hot as hell. Megan whimpered and raked her fingernails down his back.
When he ended the kiss, Rork gave a tug on the handful of hair he was holding, tipping her head so she looked up into his eyes. “No more, Megan. No more doubts. You’re perfect.”
“Hardly,” she said with a chuckle.
“You’re perfect for us,” he clarified.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“No.”
Megan was taken aback by his instant refusal. She could feel his erect cock against her abdomen.
“You’ve had a harrowing experience. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not for food.” She grabbed his ass cheeks.
“What if we feed you?” he suggested seductively.
“Hmm.” She pretended to consider his proposal. “Sounds like a reasonable compromise.”
They joined Garfor and Loban on the floor by the table. Each of her men took turns giving her bites and stared at her mouth as she accepted their offerings. Megan licked and sucked their fingers more than technically necessary. Feminine power surged through her as their irises darkened and their cocks sprang to attention.
“I could have a sip of wine now,” she suggested.
Loban lifted the glass to her lips. A small amount trickled down her chin. He leaned forward and tasted it off her skin. She cupped the sides of his face, bringing his mouth to hers. As they kissed, he brushed his fingers across her hardened nipples. Monumental desire flowed through her. She was so in love and so excited for their future together her heart pounded wildly.
“This meal is officially over,” she announced, scooting back from the table.
After arranging herself on a pile of pillows, with extra ones beneath her head, Megan let her knees fall outward, boldly displaying her pussy to her men. She played with her breasts, lifting and squeezing them then pinching her nipples. When they didn’t come to her, she moved her right hand to her cunt and began rubbing along her lips and clit. They watched her in silence until she thought she’
d go out of her mind with need. She slowly slid a finger in and out of her channel.
“I find it ironic that there are three men in this room, and I’m reduced to fucking myself,” she commented, flexing her hips.
“But you’re doing such a fine job of things, we weren’t sure you wanted our participation,” Garfor said with a suggestive smirk.
“If my mates don’t get over here right now and take care of my needs, I’m going to get very surly.”
Loban laughed. “Gods, we can’t have that. You’re downright scary when you’re mad.”
In an instant, Rork was on her left, Loban her right, and Garfor between her legs. She reached out and began stroking Loban’s penis. He covered her hand with his so they could do it together. She turned her face toward Rork and opened her mouth in a wanton invitation he accepted immediately. Garfor let out a lusty grunt and drove his cock into her pussy.
Megan was in horny heaven. Making love with them individually was incredible, but when they were all together, connected, sharing their bodies and their love, the experience was awe-inspiring. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on all of the different sensations.
“Yesss,” Rork hissed as she sucked him hard. “Take me all the way, Megan.” He touched the back of her throat. “Damn, damn, can’t last much longer.”
“Look what you do to him, swaya,” Loban whispered.
Megan did, and what she saw took her breath away. Rork’s head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his jaw was clenched. He was in that moment of sweet agony right before finding his bliss.
As he roared out his release, pumping feverishly, Loban drew her hand faster up and down his length, and Garfor pounded her cunt. Megan moaned when Rork quickly repositioned and began sucking hungrily on her nipple. She immediately turned her head toward Loban and gave his cock an authoritative tug. He surged into her mouth and came as soon as her lips closed around him.
Garfor’s fingers dug into her thighs as he held himself still, deep in her body, and Megan knew he was watching her. She whimpered, feeling her impending orgasm gathering intensity. Her inner muscles tightened, eliciting a low growl from Garfor.
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