Second Chance

by Rebecca Airies

  It didn’t take a mind reader to know what they wanted. They wanted that ceremony. Laci was uncertain. She didn’t know anything about it. She hadn’t asked when they’d first brought it up and now, it seemed too much like throwing raw meat in front of wild, starving animals. They’d take the subject and run. If she brought up the subject, the next thing she knew she would be in the middle of that ceremony.

  It wasn’t that she objected to the ceremony itself. More and more she was coming to crave that permanent connection, but she wanted more from them. She wanted a declaration. Pulling that declaration from them would be the trick. With both of them in the room, she didn’t have much chance of directing the conversation.

  Darion came into their quarters earlier than expected that night. Usually, he and Alek arrived at the same time. Now, this is too much of an opportunity to waste, Laci thought as she watched him take off his shoes. With a little persuasion…

  Laci smiled as she stood and walked over to Darion who looked a little tired, but very sexy in that form-fitting blue shirt that so deliciously outlined his arms and chest as well as the black pants that molded to his legs and buttocks. She couldn’t help but notice how that blue seemed to enhance the dark bronze skin and accentuate the ruggedness of his face.

  She licked her lips in anticipation. She laced her fingers into his soft black hair and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. By the Gods, he tasted good. That crisp taste of his that reminded her of a brisk morning and the forest made her feel almost drunk. Her lips clung to his before she drew back. She ran her hands over his shoulders.

  “You’re tense,” Laci purred and forced her mind onto the matter at hand. “Is something wrong, Rion?”

  “Nothing is wrong, be’rai,” Darion assured her, his hands moving beneath the silky material of her green shirt to stroke over the warm skin beneath.

  Laci stepped back and grabbed one of the dark blue covers from the bed. She knew that if she was going to ask him any questions, she had to keep her mind clear. She had to keep him from touching or kissing her. “Come with me, Rion. I will give you a massage, loosen those tense muscles.”

  She carried the satiny spread to a wide, clear spot in front of the chair and couches. She spread it and stepped back. She turned and was startled to find Darion right behind her.

  “Lie down, Rion. I’ll be right back,” Laci urged him.

  Darion raised his brows as she walked to the bathroom with a very slinky sway of the hips beneath that short black skirt. Laci turned back at the door and saw feral anticipation on his face. She frowned, turning back to her task as he began stripping of his clothes, flinging them onto the couch. She wondered if Darion was working on a plan of his own or if he just wanted her.

  Laci came back to the bedroom with a bottle of lightly scented oil. She breathed in slowly, gathering her courage. Her plan, as quickly thrown together as it was, had solidified in her mind. She’d get him relaxed and sleepy and then hit him with her questions. If the answers were right, then the ceremony could occur without delay. If they were wrong, then there wouldn’t be a ceremony.

  Darion was sprawled on his stomach, nude and waiting. His dark hair was pulled to the left side of his neck. His left cheek was pillowed by his arms. His eyes locked upon her the moment she came into view. The intensity in those brown eyes caused her to pause as she approached him.

  “About time,” Darion lowered his lashes, veiling his eyes. “You promised me a massage. Get to it, woman.”

  That move, those thick lashes sweeping down over his eyes caused alarms to ring in Laci’s head. The man didn’t have a bit of shyness in his body. “Where’s Alek?” She bit her lip, nervously.

  “He was held up with some details in the engine room,” Darion said. “My muscles are still tense.”

  Laci chuckled, eyeing the expanse of taut, deep brown skin in front of her for a moment before moving to straddle him. She pushed away her worries and focused on him. He was a beautifully formed man, all sculpted muscle and hard planes.

  She poured oil into her hands and rubbed them together before smoothing them up his dark bronze back. Her strokes were long and firm. She moved to the muscles of his broad shoulders. On those tightly bunched muscles, her thumbs rubbed circles as she tried to ease the tension there. She kept moving her hands over his muscles working every bit of tension out of his back and arms.

  “That feels good, be’rai.” Darion’s voice was thick.

  He sounded slumberous. Laci smiled with glee and satisfaction, glad he couldn’t detect her plan. If he was relaxed almost to the point of sleep, it shouldn’t be too hard to ask her questions. She wouldn’t have to phrase them as carefully.

  “Rion,” Laci whispered softly, leaning close to his ear. Her mind whirled as she tried to phrase the question in a way that would elicit a clear answer, yet not alert him to the reason why she asked the question. She wanted no doubts about what he felt. “Do you want me?”

  “Always want you, be’rai.” His muscles bunched under her hands, then slowly relaxed.

  Laci frowned. Well, that hadn’t got the response she wanted. He was talking sexually. She wanted to know more than that his body desired her. That was obvious and had been from the first.

  “Do you need me?”

  “I couldn’t be without you, Laci. I love you.” Darion’s body tensed slightly under her hands. “My love for you came quickly. Almost from the day we found you I knew that you would own my heart.”

  “I know you love me, Rion. I know that Alek loves me too.” Laci sighed. What was she going to have to ask to get the answer she wanted? “I’m just not sure it will be enough.”

  Darion seemed to explode under her. Lifting his body with her still straddling him, he reached around, pulled her off him and deposited her under his body. Laci’s stunned surprise wore off within a breath. Scrambling backwards on her elbows, she tried to move away from his looming body. His hand grabbed her a moment later, halting her flight. She hadn’t gotten far. Darion was now leaning over her.

  Darion reached over and pulled the com-link from his pants. He pushed on the end of it. “Alek!” he bellowed into it, then angrily tossed it away. He turned his gaze back to her and those brown eyes were shot with gold.

  That wasn’t a good sign, Laci knew. She took a deep breath. Alek strode into the room only moments later, his expression thunderous. His long strides covered the distance quickly. He was just as angry as Darion.

  “Did you hear that, Alek?” Darion’s eyes never left Laci. “If you’re just being stubborn, I’m going to spank your ass.”

  “Yes, I heard.” Alek knelt at Laci’s side. “How do you know that we love you?”

  Laci tried to sit up, but Darion placed a hand flat on her chest and glowered at her. Even without him applying any pressure, she couldn’t move. She narrowed her eyes angrily. They could let her sit up and face them. They knew how vulnerable she would feel in this position and they were using it.

  “I’m not an idiot. Your actions, your words, the look on your faces, the way you care for me, all tell me that you love me. The actual words are nice to hear, but I knew without them.” Laci glared up at them. She felt like such a dunce. They’d planned this. All the while she’d been plotting and trying to pull answers from Darion, they had been waiting to close their trap.

  “If you know we love you and you love us, then what is it that you need?” Alek frowned at Laci. “What more can you need to know if you know of our love for you?”

  “I would never know the truth if I told you.” Laci shook her head. She wouldn’t take the chance that they would tell her what they thought she needed to know.

  Both of the men growled and their stares became even more intense. She could feel their anger almost like a tide washing over her. Darion leaned closer to her.

  “Laci.” He bared his teeth. “I’ll get the answers, even if I have to pull them from you.”

  “If you can’t tell us, then keep asking your questions, but you can b
e certain of one thing. We will be going through the Norik ceremony. Don’t doubt it.” Alek glared down into her eyes.

  Laci chewed nervously on her lips as she looked into Alek’s golden eyes and then turned to look into the deep brown of Darion’s. Determination glittered in both of their hard gazes. Darion was naked and Alek was still dressed in the Norik uniform of dark blue shirt and black pants, but they were both equally intimidating.

  “But…” Laci gulped as their scowls darkened and they simultaneously leaned toward her. They weren’t in the mood to negotiate. “All right…the questions. How long will you want me?” It wasn’t phrased as delicately as she’d thought to ask it, but she had never planned on being confronted by both of them. In fact, her plan hadn’t gotten much past, It’s just him and me, let’s do this.

  Laci actually saw the confusion, the startled astonishment move across their faces. Darion’s eyes narrowed and his brows lowered. Alek’s golden eyes seemed to glitter as sparks of silver mixed with the gold and color rose on his tanned cheeks.

  “You can’t mean what I think you mean.” Alek’s eyes fixed with angry intent on her face. His hands flexed, but he kept them pressed against his side as if he was restraining himself from grabbing her.

  “The other interpretation is just as bad.” An angry flush rose on Darion’s face. “In one version, she’s asking how long we’ll crave her luscious body. In the other, she’s asking when she can leave us.” His hand threaded into her black hair.

  “I’ll give you the answer right now. We’ll always want you and we’ll never let you go.” Alek’s normally smooth voice was roughened by his restrained anger. “Do you know that the thought of you even thinking about leaving us makes me want to prove where you belong?”

  “Do you care to explain the obscene question you just asked, Laci?” Darion invited in dangerously neutral tones.

  They were more than angry. Laci took a deep breath as she tried to scoot backward using her elbows and shoulder blades. It was a wasted effort. Alek grabbed her arm to ensure that she stayed as she was.

  “Explain.” Alek squeezed her arm in gentle demand. “Now.”

  Laci hadn’t thought that the question would infuriate them, but it had. She’d only wanted to know if they were tied to her as she was to them. She licked her dry lips.

  “I only wanted to know,” Laci sighed. Their faces darkened even more. “I know that I can’t touch another man, but you aren’t limited as I am. If you wanted, you could go to any woman.”

  “As long as you’re alive, you’ll find us utterly faithful and extremely attentive. We won’t stray.” Darion smiled as her reasoning finally became clear. He brushed the hair away from her face as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her smooth skin. “When you’re near, we don’t even notice other women in a sexual way.”

  “There was more to it than ‘you wanted to know’.” Alek tugged roughly at her green shirt. “Are there any other questions before you tell us the real reason you asked that one?”

  They had pretty much answered everything by now. She shook her head no, practicing silence. She wasn’t certain that she wanted to give them the real reason. It was embarrassing enough to admit it to herself, but she knew there was no way to deny them. They would get their answers.

  “You’ll tell us,” Darion vowed.

  Darion went to work on Laci’s clothing as Alek shed his. Laci struggled to keep her own clothing on her body and move away from him, but it was a losing battle. When he would pull, she tugged. When he finally tired of her hindering efforts, he ripped the clothing from her body, pulling the tattered remains of the green shirt and black skirt from her.

  Laci’s skin had a fine sheen of sweat from her efforts to resist her disrobing. As she looked up at the two men looming over her, she couldn’t help feeling more than a little nervous. The two men were smiling down at her and there wasn’t a bit of kindness or sympathy in those feral expressions.

  “Rion…” Laci’s eyes begged him to give her a little time. She knew that they wouldn’t stop until they had what they wanted.

  “No, be’rai, you’re going to tell us the reason that you needed to ask that question.” His dark eyes were hard and unrelenting. “We need to know the reason that keeps you from committing to us. Why did you need to know how long we would want you?”

  “They are my reasons. I don’t have to tell you.” Laci’s attempt at firm, positive assurance fell short when her voice wavered and her eyes skittered away from his. How could they be so intimidating when she knew they wouldn’t hurt her?

  “You’re adorable, little love, but you aren’t getting out of this confession,” Alek chuckled. “Your need for us will always be your weakest point. You will tell us. I think some gentle persuasion is called for. Don’t you think so, Darion?”

  “I agree.” Darion smiled. The anger over that question had seemed to have faded as soon as he had realized that she wasn’t thinking about leaving them. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on her since I walked into the room.”

  “Want to give up and tell us now?” Alek raised an imperious red eyebrow as he looked down at her. “You know that you can’t resist us.”

  “Want to pull it out of me?” With a smirk tilting her lips, Laci tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

  She knew that once they got their hands on her she wouldn’t be able to resist very long. Her body responded too eagerly to their touch. Even if she hadn’t been thinking about sex, a simple brush of one of their large calloused hands across her thigh and the tension within her began to tighten, the heat to build.

  “It will be my pleasure.” Darion saw the challenge that burned in her eyes. She was so beautiful, so enchanting. He ran his eyes down her body to the glistening lips between her thighs. “Your pussy is already hot and creamy just from giving me a massage.”

  Alek leaned over her, his calloused hand running from thigh to breast and back in a leisurely caress. “How about I get my mouth on her and she gets her mouth on you?”

  That sounds wonderful, Laci thought. She agreed with anything that would let her taste even one of them and also allow them to touch her. She needed them. Her clit throbbed with need and her pussy ached with emptiness.

  “That sounds like an excellent beginning.” Darion raised his brows. He hadn’t missed the flush of red rising over her cheeks or the interest in her eyes. “How do you want to do this?”

  “I’ll lie on the floor. She can kneel. You can stand.”

  Alek lay on the blanket Laci had placed on the floor and Darion urged Laci to straddle his face. She didn’t resist. The truth was she wanted them, in any way, at any time. She also knew she was fighting a losing battle, but she loved their techniques of persuasion. She’d resist a while longer just because she could. While she wasn’t thrilled about revealing the truth, she’d do it.

  Darion stood in front of her, his dark cock fully engorged. Laci licked her lips in anticipation. She craved that masculine taste and she knew he was eager for her mouth. His cock jerked in front of her. She lifted her hands, intent on stroking that dark, velvety flesh.

  “Alek, her hands.” Darion knew that just a few strokes from those warm, soft hands would steal his control.

  Alek reached up and grabbed her arms. He brought them down, lacing his fingers into hers. “Just your mouth, Laci.” He leaned up and stroked his tongue over the plump folds of her labia.

  A shiver of pleasure coursed through Laci. She closed her eyes and dipped her hips to get a firmer touch, but he pulled back, his tongue leaving the slick lips. She groaned in frustration.

  The bulbous head of Rion’s cock bumped her lips and Laci opened her mouth eagerly. Her tongue lapped and laved, circling the dark tip. She leaned forward to take it into her mouth, but Darion stepped back.

  “No, be’rai,” Darion chided in a teasing tone. “I’ll fuck your mouth. You just stay as you are and open wide.”

  As he looked down at her, his smile was wide and predatory
. Darion stepped forward when she slicked her tongue over her lips and smacked them in invitation. The wide head of his cock bobbed before her. Her tongue flicked out laving the tip, gathering a bead of pre-cum. She loved how he tasted, slightly salty, musky and so delicious that he was almost addictive.

  Darion gazed down at her as his hand guided his cock to those sweet lips. Her mouth opened and took the head into the warm, wet cavern. His eyes closed and a groan exploded from his throat as her tongue flicked around the head.

  “Suck it, be’rai,” Darion ordered in a low growl. “Take it deep.”

  Laci sucked at his shaft accepting more of his thick rod as he rolled his hips forward. She sucked with obvious greed, enjoying his taste and his vocal reaction to her efforts. As he withdrew, her tongue swirled over him. On his next stroke, his cock slid deeper into her welcoming mouth.

  Alek stroked his tongue over the visible bud of her clit and Laci moaned around Darion’s wide shaft. Her hips bucked in demand. His tongue again flayed the sensitive bud. His tongue swirled over her flesh, gathering the honeyed liquid. He savored the distinctive flavor. If his cock weren’t aching to sink deep into her pussy, he could have feasted on her for hours.

  Clenching his teeth, his hands buried in her hair, Darion watched his dark cock stretch the bright red flesh of her lips. His excitement tripled at the erotic sight. “Release her hands, Alek. Give her something to do with them. Take her high, Alek. Make her desperate.”

  Alek chuckled against the warm, honeyed flesh of her cunt. “Play with your breasts, Laci. Show us what you like.”

  Laci groaned but lifted her hands, cupping her breasts and lifting them before running her palms up over the hard, pebbled nipples. She was already on fire for them. She squeezed and massaged the lush mounds. Her fingers moved to the rock-hard points and plucked and rolled the sensitive nubs, moaning at the pleasure. By the Gods, she wanted to be fucked.

  Alek lapped at her, from her creamy slit to the throbbing hood of her clit. His lips enclosed the swollen nub and he drew on it. Soft moans and the gentle rock of her hips told of her need just as clearly as the honeyed fluid seeping from her slit. His large, warm hands moved, one curving around her thigh while the other slid over the curve of her buttocks. His fingers found the crease between the two tight globes. The blunt tips of his fingers traveled down the silky skin until he found the puckered rosette of her anus. Her hips bucked hard against his face when his fingers began circling the tissue.