by Susan Hayes
“Pleasurable, yes?” Tyran asked.
“Wow. Yes. More of that, please.”
“As you wish.” A warm trickle of oil showered her lower back, and then Tyran started to caress her, using his hands to spread it over her back and then down to her ass.
Braxon added more to her breasts, and soon she was writhing between them as they stroked and teased her. She released her hold of Braxon’s cock to rub her breasts, then returned her hands to their place, now coated with the same oil they were using on her. Braxon thrust himself through her fingers, groaning loudly as the oil started to work its magic on him, too.
She turned her head to look at Tyran, who was kneeling behind her. Heat surged through her as she got her first look at him naked, his long, thick cock so hard that it pressed against his abs.
This was going to happen. The three of them. Holy fraxx. She was about to find out for herself if Alyson and the others had been telling her the truth about the benefits of having more than one lover at once.
“You’ve gone quiet. Is something wrong?” Braxon asked.
“This is probably a bad time to mention this, but I’ve never actually been with more than one man at once.”
Tyran made a low growling noise in his throat. “Then we will be your first.”
“We will be your only,” Braxon added, his fingers tightening in her hair as he drew her head back around to look at him. She could see the raw need in his eyes.
“Then show me what that will be like,” she challenged them both. The time for talking was over, for now. She needed this. Needed them. Then, maybe she’d be able to think clearly again.
Chapter Eight
Tyr felt the shiver of excitement that passed through their beautiful mate and knew the time had come. She was right, this wasn’t the time for words. They could talk later and start the process of learning about each other. He looked forward to that.
Braxon was already enjoying the pleasure of her hands, bucking his hips against her fingers. It was intoxicating to watch the two of them together, but Tyran wanted to do so much more than watch. He wanted to make their beautiful mahaya scream with pleasure and then bear witness to Braxon’s pleasure in turn.
He added more of the uli oil to his fingers, then slid his hand between her thighs. She gasped as he slowly explored her slick folds, her hips rocking against his touch as he quickly learned what she liked the most.
He found her clitoris and rubbed it hard, his cock hardening to stone as she cried out in pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of her desire, and his fangs had already dropped into position. Every instinct he had was demanding that he claim her. To drive his fangs into her soft skin and let their blood mingle. His dick twitched and throbbed with the need to be inside her.
As her cries grew louder, Braxon stepped in close and started to rub his cock between Phae’s oil-slicked breasts. His eyes met Tyr’s, and they shared a silent moment of triumph as their female shivered and rocked between them. Tyr inserted his thumb into her channel, pushing her closer to release. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, and every breath he took imprinted her scent on his senses.
Watching her teeter on the edge of orgasm was a sight he’d never forget. She had her breasts pushed together, forming a channel for Braxon’s cock, and her breaths came in wild, jagged gasps. When the moment came, she pushed back hard against his hand, her body constricting around his thumb and coating his fingers with her essence.
She glanced back and gave him a sensual smile. “You’re the only one not getting any benefit here. I think it’s time you did.”
“As do I.” He moved in tight behind her, coaxing her legs into a wider stance. He fisted his cock and pumped it several times, coating himself in the uli oil mixed with her essence. The oil amplified sensation, and when he entered her, it was as if every fantasy he’d ever had came together in one perfect moment of bliss.
Phaedra was having difficulty focusing on anything for more than few seconds. Having the full attention of both her lovers was enough to make her head spin. Braxon’s cock rose and fell from between her breasts, but she wanted more. She wanted to taste him. She released her breasts and reached for him, her hands gripping the backs of his thighs as she bowed her head and took his cock into her mouth.
Braxon responded with a few explosive words in Vardarian. She might not speak the language yet, but she got the gist, especially when she felt his hands tremble as they stroked her hair. A light swat to her ass brought her attention back to Tyr.
She growled, and Braxon laughed. “She didn’t appreciate that.”
“Pity, because her skin turned the prettiest shade of pink.”
Before she could free her mouth to comment, Tyr leaned over to press a kiss to her shoulder blade, then started rocking his hips in slow, easy thrusts. The oil they were using made it all too much, and before she knew it she was caught up in a powerful orgasm that tore through her with the force of a comet strike.
After that, there was no more pretense of control or even rational thought. She rode waves of pleasure from one moment to the next, caught between her two lovers in a game of push-me-pull-me that had no losers.
Each one of Tyr’s thrusts pushed her forward, letting her take Braxon’s cock deep into her mouth. The double penetration was intoxicating, and she uttered moan after moan as she took them both into her body. Tyr’s cock was so wide her body had to stretch to accommodate all of him. Each time he buried himself inside her the line between pain and pleasure blurred, then blended together into something new.
“You are perfection,” Tyr murmured as he drove into her time and again, her honey coating his dick and running down her thighs as he pounded into her.
“Utterly perfect,” Braxon agreed, his words barely more than grunts.
She wrapped one hand around the base of Braxon’s shaft and started to pump in time to Tyr’s thrusts, working the upper part with her mouth. She traced the thick head of his cock and a few drops of pre-cum hit her tongue. He tasted sweet, like the taffy she’d loved as a little girl. She hummed in pleasure at this discovery, and he groaned in response, bucking his hips against her face and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Tyran withdrew once again, then drove himself in hard enough that their bodies met with an audible slap. She moaned, bracing herself against Braxon’s legs as Tyr took her hard and fast, stealing her breath and sending her hurtling toward yet another orgasm.
Spurred by her response, Braxon rocked his hips faster, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He uttered a guttural groan and tangled his fingers in her hair as he fucked her mouth.
“I’m nearly there,” he warned her.
She hummed again, wrapping her lips around his shaft and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him in deeper, slipping a hand between his legs to gently roll his balls between her fingers. He came with a roar, filling her mouth with cum. Witnessing Braxon’s control shatter was enough to take her over the edge. She came with a muffled cry, her entire body shaking with the force of her release. A few more thrusts and Tyran joined them, his hands gripping her hips hard as he finally emptied himself inside her.
Tyran slumped over her, his breath fanning across her back. She released Braxon’s cock and glanced back, and for the first time realized that while they’d been making love, Tyr had unfurled his wings. A quick look at Braxon showed that he’d done the same. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. If she could summon the energy to move, she’d get a closer look, but it was all she could do not to collapse flat and expire from sheer bliss.
Braxon sunk to his knees, murmuring words she didn’t understand in reverent tone as he nuzzled her cheek.
“What are you saying?” she asked.
“I’m saying a prayer of thanks to my ancestors for bringing you into our lives, jeza.
“Say one for me, too.” Tyr pressed a kiss to her shoulder before withdrawing from her body. Even that gentle action was enough to make her gasp.
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�What is in that oil?” she asked.
“I don’t actually know, but it’s potent. If you like, we can bathe together. That will end the oil’s effect. If not, no one is going to get any rest tonight.”
“Bathe? Your shower is big enough for the three of us?” she asked.
Braxon laughed. “It is. I told you, life as a prince has many advantages, but I don’t think a shower was what Tyr had in mind.”
“You cannot possibly have a bathtub big enough for three onboard this ship.”
“I don’t. It’s big enough for four or five. My sister likes to bathe with her attendants sometimes. The bathing area was built with that in mind.”
“Veth. I’d like to see that.” Phaedra could count on one hand the number of times she’d had the opportunity to indulge in a long soak in a real bath. Water and space were both expensive commodities on the stations and platforms where she’d spent most of her life. The few times in her life she’d had enough scrip to buy luxuries, she’d spent it on good food and upgrading her implants.
“You will be able to do more than see it, mahaya. You can use it any time you like.” Tyr rose from behind her and offered her his hand.
Braxon led the way to yet another wide doorway, and as he passed through it she finally understood the reason. The taller ceilings and wider spaces were to accommodate their wings.
The bathing area was amazing. Gleaming tiles formed abstract mosaics on the walls and the floor, and everything was so clean it was as if it had never been used. There was a raised, circular area that had a number of nozzles covering the ceiling. She assumed it was the shower. Spanning most of one wall was the bath. It was square, with a tiled step built into the side. Another, more elaborate mosaic decorated the tub, and with a single gesture from Tyr, water began to flow from several taps, rapidly filling it with steaming water.
I could definitely get used to this.
As they waited for the tub to fill, she pulled free of their hands and walked behind them. They were standing close enough together that she could put a hand on each of their wings. The skin was soft and free of scales, which explained the duller coloration. They had already explained that their scales were a kind of armor and didn’t cover their entire bodies.
“Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to take a close look at your wings. They’re beautiful.” She continued her exploration, admiring the simple but powerful design. Tyr had caught her midair without difficulty.
“Any time you wish to look, and touch, you’re welcome to,” Braxon offered.
“And whenever we can find a space large enough, I would welcome the chance to take you flying.”
Tyr’s suggestion filled her veins with ice water. After tonight’s fall, her fear of heights was worse than ever. No matter how much she tried to distract herself with great sex, the memory of the terror she’d felt was still there.
It might have been her silence, or the fact her hands stiffened, but both males turned toward her with almost identical expressions of concern.
“What is wrong?” Tyr asked.
“I’m not good with heights. There was a gravity malfunction on the station when I was a kid, and ever since then…” She trailed off with a shrug.
Braxon tugged her into his arms. “First, we get you into the water. Then we can talk.”
“Yes, please.” She let them lead her up the step and into the bath. It was the perfect temperature, and she sank into it with a soft sigh. Tyr and Braxon settled on either side of her, and before she knew it she was sitting sideways in Tyr’s lap, with her legs crossing over Braxon’s thighs.
“Flying is one of the greatest joys of our lives. It would be our honor to share that experience with you,” Tyr said the moment they were settled.
Braxon placed his hands on her ankles, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. “We can talk about flying another time. After tonight, I imagine it will be some time before you’re ready to consider such a thing.”
“You’re right about that. I thought I was going to die. It was like every nightmare I’d ever had was coming true.” She shivered despite the temperature of the water.
“You have nightmares?” Tyr asked, his tone softer now.
“About falling, yeah.” She reached out to take Braxon’s hand and then rested her head on Tyr’s chest. “I grew up on a space station a lot like this one, only much older. When I was about ten years old, the gravity plates in one sector malfunctioned. Up and down kept randomly switching, and every time it happened I’d fall again. Afterward, they said it had only been fifteen minutes, but to me it felt like forever.”
Tyr’s arms tightened around her, offering comfort. “How badly were you hurt?”
“I had broken bones, internal injuries, lots of bruising. I spent four days in the medical center. I was lucky. Some people died. I got top of the line treatment because the corporation who owned the station paid for everything. But after that, I hated heights.”
“When the day comes that you are ready to fly with us, we will take it carefully.” Braxon frowned and corrected himself before she could. “We will go slowly.”
“Thank you.” She appreciated the intent, though something told her that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in a supernova that the word slow was going to play much of a part in any aspect of this relationship. She blew out a breath and let herself sink a little deeper into her lovers’ embraces. This was a relationship. For the first time in her life, the word didn’t send her into a panic. Despite all the challenges they faced, this felt, different. It felt right.
Braxon woke up feeling better than he had in ages. The maddening desires that had affected him since he had first caught Phaedra’s scent had faded. They hadn’t claimed her, yet, but they’d come close enough to quell the sharhal, at least for now. He rolled onto his side, reaching for their diminutive lover, but his hand hit nothing but empty sheets.
He went from quiet contentment to fully alert in a heartbeat. A quick look around confirmed that she wasn’t in bed with them. Her scent was faint enough he knew she hadn’t been there for a while. Where the qarf was she? The station wasn’t safe for her right now. She knew that, so where had she gone? Was she having second thoughts? If she rejected him like the others…
He cut off that line of thinking and leaped out of bed. “Tyr! Wake up. Where’s Phaedra?”
The prince uttered a groggy groan. “Why are you yelling?”
“Because our mate is not here!”
Tyr was out of bed a second later, his hair on end and his eyes wild. “How? When?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping you did.”
“When I fell asleep she was nestled between us, and I thought she was already sleeping.”
Braxon activated his link to the ship and asked it to locate Phaedra. Less than a second later, he had an answer. “Thank the ancestors, she’s still onboard.”
“Where is she?”
“In the medical bay.”
“Why? Is she hurt?” Tyr looked at him in utter confusion. “I thought having a mate was supposed to help settle us down.”
Braxon shrugged and started for the door, not bothering to dress. “The computer states she’s not injured. As for settling down, I don’t think that’s what the ancestors intend for us. Why else would they choose Phaedra as our mate?”
They jogged to medical, neither of them entirely sure what they’d find when they got there. Why would she go there at all, never mind slipping away without telling them? he didn’t know which bothered him more; that she’d left them, or that he had been so deeply asleep he hadn’t noticed. It was his duty to protect her, and tonight he’d failed not once, but twice.
The door slid open and Tyr rushed in, cutting off Braxon in his haste to get to Phaedra. “Phaedra!” The volume of Tyran’s voice showed the prince’s level of concern.
Phae was seated at the same console she’d used that first night. She had her head down on the keyboard, and her mane of pink and fuchsia curls was spread aro
und her head like a halo. At the sound of Tyr’s voice, she sat bolt upright, looking around with a dazed expression. That was when Braxon saw the cable that ran from the port behind her ear to the console.
“Phae, no. You should not have done this alone.” He felt the sting of rejection like a flow of acid across his heart. She hadn’t even trusted him to watch over her while she went into what she called cyberspace and tried to bridge the gap between her technology and theirs.
“I wasn’t.” She touched the cable with one finger. “I had a friend helping me. He gave me some coding that brought it all together. And well, I’m a fan of the idea that sometimes it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.”
“He?” Tyr questioned in a voice gone cold.
She glared at Tyran with all the authority of an empress. “Yes, he. I have male friends. That’s not going to change just because you two came into my life.”
It took Braxon longer than it should have to realize that she was speaking Vardarian - fluently. “It worked?” he asked before Tyr could say anything more.
Phae beamed at him. “It did!” She started to rise from her chair, then stopped long enough to disconnect herself from the cable before bouncing over to him, looking so pleased with herself he almost forgot why he’d been unhappy with her.
He drew her into his arms. “You shouldn’t have done this alone. Your friend couldn’t have helped you if something went wrong. It is my duty to safeguard you. How can I do that if you won’t tell me what you’re doing?”
“You were both sleeping, and I wanted to get this done.” She waved toward the console. “Now I can be useful. Really useful.”
“So you went and asked this friend of yours to help instead of us,” Tyr said.
She twisted around in his arms enough to be able to look at Tyran. “If either of you knew how to help me with this, you would have already offered. And you have no reason to be jealous of Erik. He’s not even on the station anymore. He and his team left this morning to oversee the investigation into what happened to Axion’s ship on its way here.”
