by L. A. Boruff
Drustan pulled his cock free from her mouth and pulled his pants up, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s how she responds to our pheromones,” Aedan said, sounding guilty as he stood up. “She said she liked the way we smelled.”
Bricus looked them over. “So, basically, she’s a female in heat… except, it looks like, a hell of a lot worse.”
Aedan shrugged. “So it seems.”
The human woman whimpered. “I just need—need—“
“Damn it!” Bricus shouted. “Fine, I’ll take care of this. You two get out of here.”
They headed for the door, but looked back one last time at the human with her warm, wet body. Her soft, full breasts. Her incredible touch.
When the door slid shut, he exchanged a look with Aedan. “What do you think he’ll do to her?”
As if in answer, they heard her scream.
Chapter Four
Bricus crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the naked human woman who knelt before him. He hated that his cock rose at the sight of her. She was not his mate-to-be. She was a creature made to pleasure a male. An illegal, primitive being with a warm body always ready for fucking. At least that’s what humans are rumored to be.
But I will not be distracted.
For ten long years he and his bond-brothers had been without a mate. Because of me. Now they were so close, one more delivery away from finally getting their mate. They simply could not afford this distraction.
She whimpered and reached for his cock.
He caught her wrist. There is only one way to deal with a female in heat.
Pulling her up, he turned her in his arms, so her back hit his chest. Then, he moved backwards and sat on the bench on one side of the small room. Spreading her legs, he threw each one over the sides on his thighs, spreading her even further.
“Please,” she begged, reaching down and stroking his erection beneath her.
His grip tightened around her, and he pushed her hand away. One of us needs to remain in control. It didn’t matter that her body was warm and tan, next to his cold ice-blue skin. It didn’t matter that her breasts were large and full, just as horny traveler whispered about in space stations, nor that her eyes were green, the color of desire. He refused to be attracted to her.
Commanding himself to deal with her in the most level-headed manner possible. He reached down and stroked the thatch of dark brown hair between her thighs.
She gasped and one of her hands reached to wrap around the back of his neck, while she threw her head back in anticipation.
He inhaled the sweet scent of her throat, mixed with the heavy scent of her arousal. It turned him on. And he hated that it did. He did not want to find her complete surrender to him attractive.
But I do. Damn it.
Whisper soft, he slid the tip of his finger down to brush her wet outer-folds. Then, softly, he ran his finger along her slit. He was amazed how different her body was than one of their kind. Warm, wet, and soft was the last thing an Iceilus’ woman would be called. He shouldn’t like it
But again, he couldn’t help himself.
As he stroked her fascinating body, his gaze moved to her strange breasts. Using his free hand, he brushed her pink nipple.
She moaned in response and bucked against his hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” The husky words slipped past his lips before he could stop them.
“Yes,” she groaned, rubbing herself against his fingers.
He was amazed as he pushed one finger inside her. She was so tight. Too tight to fit an Iceilus’ cock.
But still, he imagined it. Closing his eyes, he pictured what it would be like if it wasn’t his finger being gripped tightly by her small body, but his dick. He knew his precum coated the inside of his underclothes, but he didn’t care. The image was just too intoxicating.
Because it’s been so long.
Years had gone by since he’d last been a young male, free to lay with whatever female he chose. Before the bonding ceremony that changed everything. Since then, female after female had accepted his bond-brothers as their mates, but refused the relationship when they learned of Bricus. It hurt, on a level that cut so deeply it wounded him again and again every moment of his life.
But this human woman… in her heated state, didn’t care who he was or what his place was in society. She only cared that he brought her pleasure.
A shudder ran through his body as he added a second finger inside of her. His thumb rubbed a small spot within her, and she cried out.
What was that?
He rubbed it again, and her entire body spasmed.
She likes that. A lot.
He could sense in her that she was close. That her release was building and building. He pinched her interesting pink nipples, satisfied when she cried out and bucked, taking his fingers deeper inside her.
“Oh,” she moaned, and turned her mouth to him.
In surprise, he didn’t pull back when her hungry lips found his. And he told himself it was curiosity that he allowed her soft tongue to slide against his rough, cold one. He growled in the back of his throat and kissed her harder, with more intensity.
Mine! his mind roared.
He kissed her even while she whimpered. Harder as he thrust his fingers in and out, while she impaled herself on them. They found a rhythm, the sounds of her slick body filling the air around them. And her mouth tasted of a foreign sweetness, like the scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating. A flavor he knew he would never grow tired of.
So he kept his lips pressed on hers while their tongues tangled. Her round, firm ass rubbed his engorged cock while he moved his fingers faster and faster inside of her. Testing her limits, he pinched her nipple and was thrilled when she bucked against him.
If I squeeze her harder, what will she do for me? Tightening his grip, he watched, eager for her response.
Breaking their kiss, she threw her head back, crying out, as she rode him harder. Then, her muscles tightened around his thrusting fingers, and she came.
The sight, sound, and feel of her was too much to ignore. He spilled his seed, right there in his pants.
She was a creature of arousal and sex. A being made for pleasure. And he found that he could not resist her pull. His hips thrust against her ass, grinding himself against her as he finished.
When at last her movement stopped, he collapsed back against the wall behind him, breathing hard. His fingers still buried inside the human who had caused him to lose such control.
But he hadn’t pushed her down and thrust his hard, willing cock into like he wanted to. Doing such a thing to a female in heat was beneath him. Their own Iceilus’ females, after spending time with males she was aroused by, often took care of themselves in private. It was the proper thing to do. Yet, somehow, he didn’t mind that this female didn’t do the proper thing.
I more than didn’t mind it.
Very slowly, she turned her face toward him.
He waited for her thank you, curious about her now that her needs had been temporarily sated.
And then, she slapped him. Her small hand moving with surprising quickness.
The sound seemed to echo through the room.
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Bethany Jadin: The Code Series Exclusive New Chapter
Steamy Surprises
GUNNER
Holy hell. I’ve had a fantasy about Emma that started just like this.
That playful, naughty smile she’s trying to suppress. Standing before me stripped down to nothing but her bra and panties. Her skin glistening, the little bits of clothing she still has on soaked through, drops of liquid running down her body.
Then there’s the rest of the scene before my eyes — grocery bags left forgotten on the counters, pieces of fruit lying on the cutting board, half-empty containers of various items strewn across the kitchen, a creamy liquid running off the table into a puddle on the tile floor. And two of my best friends, slipping around in the middle of the mess, both of them trying hard but ultimately failing to look properly embarrassed for being caught in the middle of a frisky food fight with Emma.
But the best part of it all is the way she’s looking at me, her eyes locked on mine like a heat seeking missile, a mischievous, inviting smile curling at the corners of her lips. The kind of expression that tells me whatever Jude and I just walked in on was just enough to whet her appetite — and now she’s ready for the main course.
It doesn’t take much to get me going when it comes to Emma, and the tight constriction at the front of my jeans is becoming uncomfortable. I want them off, and I can tell by that come-get-me glint in her eyes that she’s ready for my pants to be gone, too.
“How long do we have until you three need to be at Helping Hands for the charity event?” I ask.
“It’ll have to be a really quick clean up.” Emma raises an eyebrow as her gaze flits down to the hard outline in my jeans then back up to my face.
She can tell how fucking hot I am to get all three of them into the shower to wash off the mess they’ve made. From the darkened spots all over their clothes, it looks like Daniel and Trigg went in for some body-shot samples of whatever they’ve splashed all over Emma, and I’m eager as hell to have their assistance in giving our foxy lady a full scrub down. Hell, the twins could join us, too. I’m down for all of it, as long as I can get Emma upstairs and fully naked as soon as possible.
“Jax can take you on his Harley,” I suggest. “Bet he can knock fifteen minutes off the drive, easy. Daniel and Trigg can follow.”
Emma’s lips curve into another delicious smile. “I like that idea — riding with Jax. And that would buy us a little more time.”
I give her a wink. “Well, we’re going to need every extra second.”
“Jesus Christ.” Beside me, Jude sighs in exasperation.
“What? It’s the truth.”
“Just get your ass moving,” he says. “She can’t be late, so less talking, more showering. And Gunner…”
“Yeah, Chief?”
“Make sure she actually gets some soap on her while you all are in there,” Jude says with a pointed look.
“Sure thing,” I promise. Oh, hell yeah. That’s an order I can obey.
I head straight for Emma. That confidence she has right now, standing unabashedly in front of us all, wet and nearly naked, it has my engines revving. Must be the fruit of knowing she has five men madly in love with her. I dip down and grab Emma around her thighs, folding her over my shoulder without warning. She squeals in delighted protest as I pick her up and make my way to the stairs.
“Let’s go boys, we have work to do,” I say to Daniel and Trigg over my shoulder.
Jude shakes his head as we pass by, but he can’t quite hide the amused smirk on his lips.
At the top of the stairs, Daniel splits off to the left. “I’ll get those new slacks of yours,” he tells Emma. “And what do you think, the red button-up?”
Emma plants her hands on my lower back so she can push herself up to look at Daniel. “Yes, please. And my black dress boots, too.”
He nods. “I’m on it, love. Be right there.”
Trigg holds the door open for us, and together we enter the expansive, luxury bathroom. I bend down and gently set Emma’s bare feet on the heated tile, just outside of our custom shower built for six. Trigg goes right for the control panel, turning on all six showerheads as well as the waterfall tiles along the ceiling. Steam immediately roils, casting the stunning tile mosaic Jax spent days artfully designing into obscure shadow.
As my best friend adjusts the temperature just right, I pull Emma against my chest. She lifts her chin, and that beautiful mouth of hers tips up to me. I lean down, my arms wrapping around her as our lips meet. Emma’s hands trace down my sides until she reaches the hem of my T-shirt. She lifts just as my fingers find the clasp of her bra. I release the binding before I raise my hands, letting Emma lift the shirt over my torso.
Once the fabric is free of my head and arms, I can see Trigg stripping down, already bare-chested and now unzipping his slacks. Hot damn. I take in his athletic body with new appreciation and swallow hard, feeling a mixture of unexpected nerves as well as excitement.
Over all the years we’ve lived together, I’ve never once been in this kind of situation with my roommate. Now that we all live together and share the love of the same woman, it’s been bound to happen sooner or later. The novelty of it is only adding to my anticipation, but my attention-span for him is short lived, because I hone in on Emma’s beautiful breasts like it’s my God-given mission. I lower my head and kiss one then the other, running my tongue over the hard buds of her nipples. Emma’s hands rise past my shoulders and run through my hair, a breathy moan escaping her as my teeth graze over her sensitive spots.
She inhales sharply, her arousal evident in the way her chest lifts with the sudden breath, and I know it isn’t just for me. I look over Emma’s shoulder and take in Trigg’s naked form as he presses himself against Emma’s back. His hands move down her sides, down her hips, and to those little hip-hugging panties, so wet they barely hide anything. She leans her head back to him as Trigg closes his lips around her earlobe, his thumbs dipping into the band of her panties.
I step back from them, engaging in my favorite voyeuristic pastime. I watch Emma’s breasts heave as she turns her head to Trigg, and my roommate captures her lips in a greedy kiss. He pushes the fabric down to her thighs and then angles inward, going for the prize.
Hell yes. I whip my leather belt away and unbuckle my jeans, needing to free my erection before I create a permanent bulge in the denim. I kick my jeans off, the boxer briefs next, and take my cock in hand — because damn, I’ve been turned on ever since I stepped into the kitchen and found myself staring at an erotic taste test playing out on the breakfast table. Now, as my eyes drink in the sight of Emma writhing against Trigg, his hand slipping betwe
en her legs — I can’t resist stroking myself.
Emma’s muscles tense as Trigg runs his finger between her folds and aims directly for her clit. Her moan turns into a whimper, her knees bending. Fuck it — I’ve never been able to practice restraint very well, and I’m not about to begin now. I step forward and kneel, finishing the job of removing Emma’s panties. On my knees in front of her, the scent of Emma’s arousal floods my senses. I groan with desire and raise my hands to her hips, my palms grazing over her bare skin as my mouth closes over her sweetness.
Trigg’s fingers continue to circle Emma’s clit, the pleasure causing a tremor in her muscles as I lick, moving my tongue deeper into her pussy. Her fingers run through my hair once more, and I turn my gaze upward as she leans back against Trigg’s chest, her arm wrapping behind his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. I hum my approval at the sight, and Emma rocks her hips sensuously, finding that rhythm we both know so well.
Within a few moments, her breath catches, and she pulls away from Trigg, her pelvis pressing against me, her head tipping to the ceiling. Her gasps come quickly, and the swaying movement of her hips falters. She tenses, and her knees give, but Trigg and I hold her tightly as she comes. Emma’s orgasm releases, and goddamn, it’s the best flavor I have ever tasted.
The tension leaves her body, and Emma relaxes into Trigg’s strong hold as I stand.
“That’s a nice start to a shower,” she says, her expression one of dreamy satisfaction.
