from him, between him and Tirin, swaying slightly, attempting to stay on her feet and deal with the injury on her own terms.
Keer tried to pull the robe together as she swayed unsuccessfully.
One round breast was partially exposed, the nipple beading tightly.
She saw the desire flash through the silvery blue gaze and then disappear as he grimaced. “There! You do feel pain. I can see it on your face. What is that?” Keer waited for the reply, knowing she had seen pain in his eyes.
Cian scowled but refused to answer.
“You can see that, Keer?” Tirin asked as he drew closer. She could feel heat creeping into her exposed skin from the nearness of his broad chest.
“Yes. It’s like a…flash. Only for a Terran second, but I see it. It is pain, isn’t it?”
“We do not mind feeling this moment of discomfort, little hunter,”
Tirin murmured, so close that his breath danced on her neck. Now Cian faced her, watching her expression.
“It is an implant invoked response. We can call upon it when we have the need to have our thoughts redirected.” Cian spoke, still unsmiling but visibly relaxed, his shoulders less stiff than when he had strode into the room. “It is unnoticed by others, Keer. Yet you sense this. Have you seen this before in a male?” He inhaled as if grasping for her scent.
“Never. And I have traveled the broad Universe. I’m no innocent.” Keer’s answer was sharp.
The commander was looking at her rounded breast, down past her legs and then back up her now flushed skin. The path his eyes took burned and she felt moisture begin to drip between her thighs.
“You are fertile. We feel it when we touch you, even briefly. We saw your coming to us in a dream many moon turns ago. You are our path to full circle,” Cian continued as she turned in his arms to watch his odd silver eyes flicker again.
“It is not true pain, small hunter. We would not touch you when
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you are injured. We gave you relief while you lay in need, but took nothing. No matter how great our need, or yours, we will not force you.”
Keer hissed and leaned back, coming directly into contact with Tirin’s chest. His well muscled arm slid around her shoulders, bracing her.
Her skin felt hot, her nipples beading. They were torturing her as sure as if they had locked her in a confinement cell. Her eyes dropped to Cian’s lips, firm and unyielding. She let a thought drift through her mind of him sliding that nipple between them and then biting the bud, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped and let her thoughts roam.
Flashes of her alternating sucking both of those hard cocks into her throat and then sandwiched between them while they plunged into her had her struggling to breathe.
“Do you need to lie down, small hunter?” Tirin’s voice was in her ear. A flush crept up her neck.
Cian moved in, sliding the robe down her injured arm, pushing her into Tirin with his approach. “We should see that you are healed well, Keer Teho.”
“You should see to more than that, hunter.” Keer thought, grinding her teeth.
Cian’s eyes flicked to Tirin, who had raised a brow. “You are injured, mate. We can only come to you when you are in a less delicate…state.” Cian growled.
“We?” The peak might be upon her, but she heard clearly through the fog. Hunter’s balls, she had been fantasizing about both of them and no doubt they saw it all! It was one thing to picture raw sex with both men, but entirely another for them to think it could happen.
Keer pushed against Cian’s chest with her good arm, but he did not budge. He stood legs apart and waited while she tried to move away from him. She only succeeded in becoming more entangled in Tirin’s rear reaching embrace. She twisted in his arms and looked up at Tirin, trying to back out of his grip.
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“Listen to me, both of you. Go find an Etah sex bot if that’s what you are after for relief. I do not participate in ménage with subter…”
She struggled to think of a suitable insult. “Cave dwellers!” Tirin laughed, holding her loosely. He let her pull away and into Cian’s waiting arms. She was like a child’s toy, passed between them.
“Believe us, Keer, we feel your frustration, but it will only grow.”
Cian’s voice was firm and assured as he spoke.
“I’m not fertile. You are wrong! Wrong! There are no pheromones. It’s only sexual peak. I have the heat every fifteen moon turns. That is what you feel! I swear on the gods’ pact!” She was nearly hysterical, turning back and forth to look at both warriors.
Cian’s grip on her increased. “Calm yourself, Keer Teho. No hunter will force you here.” His voice rumbled, nearly a growl, dismissing her wariness. The burning between Keer’s thighs had become a blistering agony. She felt Cian’s mental warmth reach her and knew that he spoke the truth. It went against everything her mother had told her of men and everything she knew from her years of exposure to the corrupt sexual practice of the runners she hunted.
Cian lifted her and carried her back to the large bed. Tirin, ahead of him, pushed away the soft blankets. Cian laid Keer down. She ceased struggling, but watched them both warily from the bed as the lieutenant tucked the skins around her.
“Hear me well, mate, your fertility cannot be masked from us. I can sense it as sure as if my cock were buried inside you and you were screaming while I fill you.” Keer knew her fear must be evident.
Cian bent over her, nose-to-nose as she had been earlier with his lieutenant, and then spoke through clenched teeth. .
“We hold no breeders here. Once found, our mates make their own choices.”
Then he placed his large warm hand behind her head and lifted her mouth to his. It was a full assault. Her own need was raging in her ears and between her legs by the time he had finished stroking her mouth with his tongue and bruising her lips. Her hips thrust upward,
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pushing. She had taken her good arm and looped it around his neck, unconsciously drawing him closer, shifting to rub her nipples against him.
Keer thought the blinding agony had been great in past cycles.
This was like walking the gates of hell.
Cian’s grip tightened. She felt his fingers lace into her hair, twisting her under his mouth. His tongue began to mimic the stroke his cock would take inside her. The heat, taste and feel of his tongue was an explosion to her senses. The fire in her skin skated the line between pain and pleasure.
Abruptly, Cian pulled away, those silver eyes a haze of desire.
Then she watched him stride from the room.
The blond hunter eased down beside her when Cian left, seating himself on the bed. She gasped for breath.
“You are well?” His voice was tinged with laughter. Anger roared up, displacing desire. Keer nearly came out of the bed after Tirin, but her legs became entangled in the bedding he had carefully wrapped around her.
“Don’t you laugh at me, you cave-crawling son of an Endlands lizard!” She fought the covers blindly, furious at her own lust and enraged by Tirin’s amusement. He caught her easily as she started to tumble out of the bed.
“Do not injure yourself or my commander will have my balls and my head. And I would like them to stay intact.” He pushed her easily back down with one large hand. Once again she found herself watching the hunter warily.
“I don’t trust either of you, and I want out of here. If I am truly your mate,” she spat the words at him, “then you have to let me choose whether I stay or go according to your commander.”
“You may well leave, my mate, but where you go, we go. And as I said before,” he pushed her down farther into the bed with his hand against her uninjured arm and shoulder, ignoring the bionic implant as if it did not exist. “I have a desire to keep my balls intact. I may have 48
a use for them. Perhaps later you will suck them for me. I would like to feel the lash of your tongue. It would give me the greatest pleasure.”
Then he leaned down
and followed the path Cian had taken before him, bruising her mouth with force, his tongue stroking hers. While Cian had tasted of spice, deep and heady, Tirin’s mouth was fresh like the sweetest fruit she had ever eaten. As before, she clung to him, trying to push herself against his chest and pull him down to the bed.
His mouth moved down her neck, sucking hard against her skin.
Anger and lust mixed to combine explosively, moisture pooling and dripping down her thighs. She could hear herself making mewling noises like a Terran cat in heat.
“Perhaps you would let me taste you.” The warrior growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her neck and pushing down to her aching breasts. Keer moaned, as one large thumb came up to roll her nipple, her pussy clenched in response. The burning was so intense, she wanted to sob. Tirin squeezed and rolled the point in time with the clenching of her inner muscles. The heat was blinding, she was so close to a roaring climax just from his touch that she panted for breath.
Suddenly, he pulled up and away from the bed, his chest heaving.
Keer saw the flick in his eyes as he blocked the desire she knew he’d shared with her.
“I am commanded to leave you now, little huntress. Be sure we will return to you soon. And then we will talk of your need and your ability to scream like that Earth cat while you are under my mouth.”
She watched him go in agony. She pushed her free arm down, her hand between her legs and realized that the hunter had said “we”
again.
She grabbed a cushion from the bed and pushed it between her thighs, crying out. It couldn’t happen. There could be no relief from this nightmare. Two hunters and, gods help her, she did want them both. She began to sob at the agony of betraying her mother. The
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ever-present hunger that would not let her be was like a knife added to the burn. Finally she slept. Cian, hearing her cries had given her another mental push into the abyss.
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Chapter 5
“She suffers, Cian. Can you do nothing for her? “
“She should have healed by now, I know, Tirin.” They sat in the galley together over the heavy ale that the subter residents favored.
Cian rubbed his hands across his eyes. Tirin had never seen his commander look so frustrated.
“Is it the fever from the fertility? Her need grows stronger, but she does not heal. I thought the pleasure she took in her dreaming would ease her.” The dark hunter stood and paced to the galley drone, refilling his drink, a crease developing across his forehead..
“You may be right, Tirin. I hadn’t thought of it. She is human with but a few implants to aid her. My knowledge of human physiology is…limited.”
“Limited, my commander, to our premonitions I think.” Tirin set his own tankard down hard on the bench table. “She was healthy in those dreams.” For a moment he and Cian shared the thought of themselves, arms and legs tangled around the small female they desired. The wave of lust was becoming a growing, tangible thing.
“We can heal her. Together, I think. We melded very easily when she pathed to us earlier as a triad. Why not use that melding for healing?” Cian answered, his eyes narrowed. “It would require great restraint. We cannot take her to mate if she does not agree, but we could heal her if she will allow it. We did not touch her physically in her dreaming. She may need that contact to heal. My cock burns for her, but we have this damned honor to abide by.”
“How? Forced sleep?” Tirin was puzzled. “I want my mouth on
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her so badly I can taste her cream already.”
“Our own strengths increase when we rest. You learned that on your first tour of duty as a young warrior. If we can give her the healing sleep, join her in it, all we need do is be touching in the same chamber.” Cian began to think out loud. Pushing the tankard aside and rising, he headed toward the door, Tirin at his heels. “She sleeps now. If we join her, call a bot to guard the chamber so there are no interruptions. We should be able to heal the arm that pains her, and then she would be able to accept us.” They strode down the cavernous hallway.
As the warriors reached the entry to the chamber, they were both blasted with the fragrant scent of pears and flowers. Cian stopped and turned to his lieutenant. “Enable your shield, my friend, or we will never make it past her scent.” Tirin was already wincing with the pain of the release into his brain that would stop the flooding desire.
“Done,” he replied through clenched teeth.
It took nearly an hour of watching Keer twist and groan in the bedding to talk her down from her fevered state of arousal and pain.
Cian finally pinned her with his own warm body to the bed and looked deep into her emerald eyes while he pushed her back to sleep.
The feel of her breasts and hard nipples against his chest was slow torture, but he had been called upon in battle to bear more pain than the bio-blocker would exert on him to dampen his arousal.
Eventually, Keer weakened under his mental push when Tirin touched her hand. He leaned over her as well and tried again to form the mental triad. Her eyes fluttered and she breathed deeply.
“Gods,” she murmured as the sleep took her, “how can I want you both?” Cian relaxed against her. Rolling to one side, he pulled her with him.
“Tirin, join us. She may yet wake. I have never felt one so strong before. She would make a fine warrior, this mate of ours.” Tirin slid into the bedding, careful of her injuries and took one small hand, then leaned over and kissed the female gently, his lips barely making 52
contact.
“I can still smell the pears, Cian. I want to push into her and make her scream.”
“I know. She fills our senses. Soon she’ll ride both our cocks, and it will be her choosing.” Cian pushed himself toward sleep and sent the urge to his lieutenant as well, “This will be the rest we have waited for, my friend. At last.”
Keer sighed and spooned herself between the two warriors, her splinted arm laying over Cian’s broad chest. After the first hour, Cian roused himself, sending a mental command to Tirin. They both listened carefully for any disturbance in the field around the underground compound. Normally, sleeping in forty-eight minute cycles would have rested them both the equivalent of hours of a Terran sleep. Smelling the Telaura vine, he felt the creeping smile that had begun to soften his features regularly in the day since finding Keer. His lieutenant moved closer, easing the woman against him, and his feeling of well-being increased. He pushed them both back into the sleep that his little Terran so desperately needed.
Keer woke to feel her arm being unbound. The split unraveling, she tried to sit up, cold suddenly after having been cocooned in warmth while she dreamed.
“A moment, female. Let me rid you of this. You are healed.”
Cian’s rough voice was firm. She could sense, as if she hovered in a corner of his mind, that he fought the rising need to throw her to the bedding and stroke his cock into her. Keer watched him rub her arm carefully, pushing the skin and focusing on the area of the break. He knew she felt no pain. He was in her senses as surely as she was in his.
” You know it does not pain me. ” She tapped the mental gateway tentatively. The dark-haired warrior continued to massage her arm up
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to her shoulder. Keer puzzled that she felt no burning haze with the large dark hands caressing her.
“I have dulled your senses so that you would not suffer while you slept, my mate. The fever will return soon, but this offers you time to…reflect on your wishes.”
Keer leaned back into the pillows and watched the dark man as he bent over her arm. She was so small compared to either of them. She thought briefly of the vision she had of Tirin slamming into her. She remembered the lusty dream distinctly. The two warriors had thought only of her needs
She turned to look at the bedding and then she knew. They had both been there. His scent rested on the covers next to her. She looked closely at Cian.
“You slep
t here with me. Both of you.” She was not accusing. It felt right somehow, that they had stayed to protect her.
“You are in no danger in our quarters, bondsman. But above ground we could not be sure you would be safe. If Tirin and I sensed your need, surely others would as well.”
Keer flinched at the comment. The pressure of his hands was increasing. He began to massage even her fingers, leaving a rippling warmth in the fingertips.
“In twenty earth turns since my cycles began, no one has ever scented me. You are not human. My mother protected me. You must have some special…alien strength.”
Cian pursued his careful assault on her arm, moving up to her shoulders. She tilted her head to allow him access to the bruises from the freighter crash.
“Our senses are heightened, yes. We are not human completely.
Let me say we are cousins to you. And older race than the Terrans, our fathers watched as you discovered the science that led you past your own galaxy. We had been to Terran ground long before your people advanced to the skies. We are an old race, a race of warriors.
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evolved to.”
The metal door hissed open and Tirin came in, once again followed by a galley bot, laden with a tray of food They ate companionably, Keer unusually silent. The men did not open the mental path and left her to her own thoughts.
Both warriors were gracious, slicing fruit for her. Tirin gorged himself on sliced fruit that smelled very sweet. He offered a piece to Keer his eyebrows raised. “It is a Devorian pear. You will like it.”
Keer took the dripping slice biting into the sweetness then licking it from her lips. Cian’s grim face flicked slightly. Keer wondered if that was the fierce man’s version of a smile
Once again, she was given a small portion of what looked like Terran beef, accompanied by a fluffy mound of eggs of some kind.
She tasted them tentatively and found the flavor rich. Whatever she may have thought of the underground city, they did not suffer from lack of resources.
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