Baruch looked over and caught her wide-eyed expression. There was no sign of disgust or judgment, just abject curiosity. “We needed the touch of another lest we go mad. We missed the connection of having a lover. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. It’s common on our world, especially after the female death. Once we find our third, we may never love in that manner again. Not unless our mate prefers us to do so. The goal of our union has always been to pleasure our shared female.”
When she remained silent, Baruch began stroking his cock again, never taking his eyes from her glittering orbs. Her lips parted.
“Was your mate always with you together? It sounds like that would be very tiring for her.”
Makar lifted to one elbow. “We never counted the times or kept a schedule. Our lovemaking happened whenever and however the need arose. Sometimes it was together, and sometimes we took her alone. There was no contest.”
Baruch rolled to his side and stilled his hand at the top of his cock. He skimmed his thumb across the copious fluid displaying his growing desire. He purposefully lowered his voice.
“Have you ever been with two males before?”
“No.”
“Would you like to try?”
Chapter 15
Keely snorted. “Not interested.” When she blinked rapidly and swallowed hard, Baruch knew she’d pushed out an empty protest.
Shrugging, he started the long strokes again, adding a slight twist when reaching the glistening tip.
“Suit yourself. We don’t mind if you continue to watch us. In fact, I find it very erotic to know your eyes are traveling my body at this very moment. Makar’s thoughts are letting me know that he’d prefer to see your dainty hand caressing his shaft rather than his own. I would have to agree.”
Huffing out a frustrated breath, Keely glared at them. “I can’t believe you’re doing that right in front of me. You’re not shy at all, are you?”
“Nope. Have you never masturbated as a stress reliever, Keely? It can be quite effective. Don’t lie. I’ll know if you do.”
“Whatever! It’s not like I can stop you. Just be quiet about it.” She huffed out a breath, punched her pillow a few times, and covered her head with the blanket.
Baruch purposefully increased the growing moans of pleasure slipping from his lips, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself. Makar nudged him on the back.
She’s pulled the blanket down a bit. Her breath is increasing again. Gods, I love the smell of violets. She has me so ramped up, I’m about to explode and shoot my seed all over my belly. She fares no better.
Nor I. Baruch released his unrepentant erection and crawled from the mattress. Steadily, he moved to within inches of her face, their noses almost touching. He tugged gently on the blanket until he revealed the creamy skin of her neck. The pulse on her throat flicked rapidly to the frantic pace of her heart. Her eyes were now wide and unblinking. A fine bead of sweat coated her brow.
Her inner fire burns brightly, Makar. She wants to feel our cocks grinding deep inside of her. He lowered his voice and let it slide out as if silk itself.
“Join us, Keely. Your eyes dilate with passion. My senses haven’t failed me.”
“I already told you that I’m not interested.”
Her soft, trembling words helped to release a soft growl from his throat, informing any that heard that he was a male with one goal—to get as close as possible to his mate. Balls-deep and pounding inside her sweet pussy—even better. The air fairly crackled with the amount of energy streaming between him and Makar. It now swirled effortlessly around their green-eyed goddess.
“You lie, sweetness. We can smell your desire. The intoxicating bouquet of violets beckons us as if a moth to a flame.”
Keely blinked rapidly, yet stayed perfectly still. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t smell desire.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, little one. Makar spoke of this Insedi trait while you waited under the trees. I was in his thoughts.”
Keely swallowed and pushed up into a sitting position. Her fingers gripped the edge of the cushions. “My desire smells like flowers?”
Rising to his knees, Baruch clasped her calves and slowly pushed her legs wide. Moving between her thighs, he leaned forward until she collapsed against the backrest. He positioned his cock across the thin material separating him from her deliciously fragrant pussy and looked her directly in the eye.
“Do you feel how heavy he lies upon your body? Your sweet flowers have snared the beast. He awaits your decision.” Reaching down, Baruch captured her hand and brought it to his shoulder. He cooed out his encouragements as he dragged her trembling fingers down his flesh, stopping just above his heart.
“Touch me, Keely. It’s okay. No one will know. It’s just us here in this cozy room. Do what your heart desires. Go ahead.” He slowly moved his hand back to her thigh when she didn’t try to free herself. Baruch’s breath caught as her fingers tentatively trailed along his skin, leaving a fiery path behind.
Gradually, her exploration grew stronger, more assured. She gripped his biceps, paused to touch his mating necklace, slid her palm down his belly, hesitated, and then moved up to flick a thumb across his left nipple. His ball sac tightened. Each movement caused his core to shudder with excitement. Makar’s words of encouragement drifted through his mind, urging him to stay the course and draw their little minx into their world.
Chills flew up his spine as Keely reached forward and touched the side of his head, smoothing across his hair and capturing his braid. He trembled when she spoke softly to him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
A wash of desire blanketed his senses, and he leaned forward to draw the enticing scent deeply into his lungs. The need to see and feel all of her flesh overwhelmed him. He wanted to suck a pretty nipple into his mouth and hear her cries for more. Reaching down he began lifting her shirt. The firm grip to his wrists snapped him out of the heady web she’d cast upon him. Gifting her with a small smile, he released the material, and she freed his arms. When his palms gripped her lush breasts through the material, her soft moans had his cock bouncing against her stomach. Once more, he attempted to remove her shirt, and she bumped her forehead against his, her words strained.
“No.”
He moved close to her ear and whispered, “Ah, my little minx. The chase is just as intoxicating as the capture.” He smiled when Makar leaned next to him, reached out, and caressed Keely’s cheek, his words silky and inviting.
“Have you ever seen two males take a female together?”
Keely hesitated with her response. When it did come, she kept her eyes lowered. “Just once. I…watched some porn when I was treating a patient with a sex addiction. I wanted to know what he was dealing with.”
“How did you feel? Be honest.”
“The guys were built well, and the woman appeared to be enjoying herself.”
Makar’s voice dropped an octave. “You’re holding back, baby. Did your sweet, little pussy get wet when they both entered her, Keely?”
Her answer was quick. “Yes.”
He pressed her harder. “Were your fingers slipping in your juices until you made yourself come?”
Her breath hitched. They barely heard her response of, “Yes.”
“Have you imagined yourself between us?”
Her lids flipped up, and she whispered, “Yes. When you had me trapped against the elevator doors.”
Makar surprised him by grasping Keely’s hand and bringing it down between them. Baruch sucked in a breath when Makar positioned her warm hand around his cock, his fingers wrapping hers to keep them in place. The languid strokes had his mouth parting on a hard groan. He fought to keep his head from lolling back so he could enjoy the banked passion glowing in her gorgeous eyes. Makar’s words were nearly his undoing.
“Feel how hard he is for you, Keely. Run your thumb across the top. Yes, like that. He’s slick and ready to enter you. Do you feel me against you
r leg? I am in no better shape than he is. We want you, badly. Ah, yes. Faster, sweetness. Grip him harder. He burns for you. I can feel him in my mind. He wants nothing more than to sink his thick cock deep inside your body as you take me inside your mouth. We crave your touch.”
The second he felt Keely’s hot breath wash across his chest and her short nails scraping down his side, Baruch lost all control. Surging forward, he captured her full, pouty lips and plunged his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. She opened to him, taking everything he unleashed onto her. He felt Makar’s fingers dig into his biceps before a fiery blast blew them both backward and out of her arms.
Many dazed seconds ticked by before he realized that he was draped across Makar, writhing on the floor, and encountering a mutual Occasio surge that threatened to split them from stem to stern. Makar’s words screamed through his brain.
Our mate…our mate.
Pain crawled like an evil entity around his spine, only to be inundated with so much pleasure that he bit into Makar’s shoulder to staunch his cry. He suffered the same to his left pec as Makar tried to control the energy lashing out and whipping them senseless. Cutting fire traced across his chest and settled as a burning ember next to his right nipple. He vaguely registered the outline of his mating necklace as it threatened to sear through his flesh. Makar cried out as his own settled upon his neck. Clasping each other, they held on as cum rocketed from their balls, coating their bellies, hips, and finally the floor. The rushing flow of the inferno slowed and their hearing miraculously returned. Trembling, they flopped to their backs and fought to breathe. Keely’s shouts of fear sent agonizing panic shooting through their minds, even as her cool hands smoothed across their brows.
“Oh, my God, you’re burning up. What’s wrong?”
Useless arm muscles tried to reach out for her, yet they wouldn’t budge an inch. Lids peeled wide, they watched helplessly as their mate fled the room. Makar’s thoughts tangled frantically with his own, making his head spin. Struggling to turn over so he could catch her, Baruch toppled sideways and slammed into the coffee table, sending it sliding across the floor. Seconds later, wet coolness pressed against his forehead, and a set of wide, green eyes met his. Relief turned his muscles back into mush.
“Quit moving around, you’re going to hurt yourself. Hold still. I’m trying to give you some water. Good. That’s it. Just sip. Don’t move. I need to help Makar.”
Taking deep breaths, Baruch relaxed his muscles and watched Keely bathe Makar’s forehead and dribble water into his mouth. She washed the sticky fluids and sweat from his body, covering him with a sheet before stumbling back across the room. A warm cloth trailed across his skin, causing him to sigh with relief as everything slowly began returning to normal. Glancing over, he saw Makar crawling up on the mattress. With Keely’s help, he wobbled across the room and flopped down next to him.
“Son of a bitch, Makar. I don’t remember that happening before. Do you?”
“No. I don’t know what to make of it.”
Chuckling, they grasped their heated necklaces, glanced to each other, and grinned. Keely shoved them both on the chest and then plopped on the floor, as if her legs just finally gave up. She wrapped her arms around her knees and shook her head.
“You better start explaining this real soon. I don’t think I can stop shaking. You scared the hell out of me.”
Feeling completely rejuvenated, they lifted to a sitting position and stared at their potential mate—their gorgeous, green-eyed, scrumptiously brilliant female. Baruch nudged Makar on the side.
She’s going to be pissed.
No shit.
You tell her.
No, you get to tell her. You’re the one that jumped the gun and kissed her.
Are you saying that you didn’t want to mate with her?
No, you’re not listening. I’m perfectly happy that she’s the one, ecstatic to be exact. I just wasn’t expecting this step to happen before we could fully convince her to trust us. This isn’t going to help.
I couldn’t stop myself, but I’ll not apologize. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you were the one with your dick getting stroked. Her lips were right in front of me, and they were so pink, and—
They both startled when Keely jumped to her feet, slammed a hand on her hip, and pointed an accusing finger at them.
“Stop doing that!” She started pacing the room, her hands flying around as she gave them a piece of her mind.
“I know you’re doing that mind-talk thing again, and it’s very rude.” She stopped, motioned frantically toward their laps, and frowned.
“Put some pants on or something. I can’t think with your junk flopping around like that.” She swiveled on her heel and began the march from the coffee table to the kitchen archway again.
Makar chuckled. Were you flopping?
Nope. It’s just lying here, completely worn out.
Grinning, they snatched the towels and covered up, immediately sobering every time she glanced their way.
“One minute I’m doing something stupid like allowing you to invade my personal space, and then out of nowhere—bam!—you’re bouncing around on the floor like you got zapped with a thousand jolts of electricity.” She stopped in her tracks and rubbed her palm frantically against her arm.
“I swear. The damn hair on my body was sticking straight up.”
Without ceremony, Makar stood up, wrapped the towel around his waist, and firmly proclaimed, “We’re bonded.”
Keely slowly lifted her head, glared at him for a few minutes, turned, and walked over to the couch. She sat down and calmly pulled the blanket across her lap. She briefly closed her eyes, took a few cleansing breaths, and then zeroed those sea-green jewels in their direction.
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Explain this bonded thing. I think I can safely assume this crazy event has something to do with you two being a pair. What did it do to you? I heard you say that it never happened like this before. Are you going to be all right?”
Baruch decided he better get with the program instead of leaving his mate’s dick swinging in the wind. At least the male had enough balls to start the conversation in the first place. Standing, he moved a little closer to the couch, instantly wondering if that had been a wise choice.
“We’re fine. In fact, we’re more than fine. We’ve bonded with you, Keely. We told you that we came to Earth to start our search. Well, we found you. We suspected it the second we spotted you in the hospital corridor. The kiss we just shared caused us to go into the Occasio surge, proving that you’re a compatible mate for us.”
Keely surprised him by looking down to her lap, smoothing the blanket, and responding in a calm and rational voice.
“From just a simple kiss?”
“Yes. We could’ve touched your wrist or neck and would have fared just the same. However, a kiss is the second step in the mating cycle of an Insedi. We’re force-bound now.” Makar entered his thoughts.
Perhaps this is why the surge was so overwhelming, Baruch. We went directly to the kiss. With Tianus, we found her compatible from the wrist touch.
Nodding at the logic, Baruch focused back to Keely. He could tell her mind was swirling, even though her body remained unmoving. He wasn’t surprised by her clear request. She’d reverted to the staid doctor persona.
“Explain what force-bound means.”
He cleared his throat. “An Insedi usually doesn’t move to the second step without an agreeable commitment from the female. That also applies to the third step. Our energy is tied to you and awaits the final mark to fully meld all of our energy.”
“Why did you bypass the first step with me? Now you’re stuck, right?”
Makar joined him, and they moved closer to the couch. Baruch lowered to his knees and spoke in a calm voice. “It can only be undone by us remaining in full mist form for three days. We can never view this as being stuck, Keely. We’re extremely happy to be at this step. Ma
kar and I don’t want to reverse this. We’re sorry that we moved so quickly with you. In fact, it was my fault. I became overwhelmed and couldn’t stop myself from enjoying the taste of your mouth. My only regret is that I didn’t allow you time to fully understand the commitment that we seek. It’s as Makar revealed by the tree. We’d hoped to court you properly. However, it’s happened, so we can focus on moving forward now.”
Baruch’s gut flipped when she finally lifted her head. Her eyes were sad and immediately shot a sharp pain across his chest. Makar touched his shoulder, equally bereft.
“I’m flattered. Really. But I’m not right for you guys. This can’t happen. You made a mistake.”
Standing, Baruch shook his head and smiled. “You give me hope, Keely. We’d thought you might say that we weren’t right for you. The surge doesn’t lie, sweetness. You’re perfect.”
Snorting, Keely’s brow rose. “Believe me, I’m far from it. What about love? Surely, it has to come into play sometime. I’m not sure I’m capable. Yeah, our little play here on the couch was over the top erotic and threw me for a loop, too, but that’s all it was. Pure lust, nothing more.”
“You desire us with an open heart. Your reaction wasn’t just lust. There’s no denying that.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“Simple lust smells like smoke, Keely. Yours has never carried that tinge. Not even the moment you first laid eyes on us. Your violet aroma has always been pristine.”
Keely’s tinkling laughter, though somewhat jagged, relieved the growing tension, yet she still didn’t look convinced. Her next move solidified that thought. She grabbed the front of her shirt and stretched the material out so they could read the prophetic words again.
“Sorry, guys. I’m going to have to ask you to please leave a message.” She slumped over onto the cushions, turned her back to them, and pulled the covers over her head. This time, they were sure she was asleep. The day’s events had finally taken their toll on their sweet, little minx.
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