Lapro sounded so much like a fanboy that Dee giggled. “Okay, so you’re saying Tugarth is just being modest? That he’s renowned for his inventions?”
Tugarth groaned. “It’s nothing, my bright one.”
“Nonsense. No one on that Pirate ship knew he was on board, and it will take them hours to get their systems working again…I’m guessing you’re the reason we were having issues with our coms?” he asked Tugarth. When Dee’s Bonded shrugged, Lapro looked awed. “He can fix anything, build anything, and he’s saved hundreds of lives since creating the Medbed. He’s a legend.”
The fanboying was kinda cute…and kinda creepy. It sounded like Lapro was on the verge of forsaking his charm in order to pledge undying love to Tugarth. It made the Medik seem young, but the mancrush was understandable.
Dee’s Viking was amazing.
She smiled and listened to Lapro wax poetic about Tugarth’s many inventions until they were safely docked on the Peacekeepers’ ship. They landed and the little transpo opened to a deck full of Paradins.
They swarmed Brandon and Dee as soon as they stepped onto the tarmac, their smiles infectious. She laughed alongside her friends and even allowed herself to be passed from hug to hug. Her blanket almost slipped from her grasp a time or two, but Tugarth was always right there to help pull it back up. Wardrobe malfunctions aside, it was good to be in comforting arms, to be touched with love and affection.
A scream cut through the celebration, and everyone turned to stare at Iris, who was on the outskirts of the crowd with both hands clamped over her mouth. Despite her best efforts, another scream squeaked out.
“Ri fessio!” Lapro called, pushing through the confused Paradins. “Iris!”
She ran to him, jumping up into his arms. Their lips locked, and gasps skittered through their audience before a good-natured cheer went up. It was obvious there was something Iris had neglected to mention, but like all survivors, she deserved happiness.
“I want a kiss like that,” Tugarth whispered in her ear.
Dee turned and grabbed his shoulders before bouncing up into his arms. She locked her legs around his waist—her blanket somehow managing to stay securely banded around her, though with much less modesty than before—and looped her arms around his neck. He was well and truly ensnared, and she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. “What about me? I want a kiss like that!”
He obliged, leaning forward to kiss the daylights out of her. Just like every other time their lips met, Dee forgot about the world around them. There was only Tugarth. She moaned and tightened her legs, her pussy clenching in sudden need.
Her Viking pulled back with a smile. “That was a nice reward for rescuing you.”
“Rescuing us,” Dee corrected.
“I don’t want a kiss from Brandon or Lapro.” Tugarth’s eyes twinkled with mirth.
“No, I meant us—me and our firstborn.”
The tarmac went silent, and only then did Dee realize everyone around them had been enjoying the spectacle of their celebratory welcome-home kiss. She looked around, her smile growing as she took in the mass of stunned faces. The open mouths and bugged-out eyes were hilarious and made her wish for a camera.
Her Viking looked just as dumbfounded. His eyes searched hers, seeking the truth. When he realized she wasn’t joking, his grip on her tightened in shock and he swayed slightly. It was so adorable that she leaned forward to kiss his parted lips.
“You are a great inventor,” she teased. “We’re creating a whole new species!”
“Holy shit balls,” Paul muttered, his voice echoing in the nearly silent hanger. “We’re gonna need alien-sized bedsheets for its diapers.”
Everyone shushed Drama Queen, but her best friend’s observation made Dee laugh. Enormous diapers or not, she was thrilled, and by the smile slowly spreading across Tugarth’s face, he was just as happy.
~ The End ~
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Jane’s Dilemma
Survivors of Paradise Book 3
Chapter 1
Jane sighed as she listened to the two Lu’O bicker; it would be annoying if she had to deal with it all the time but…she didn’t. In fact, she never had to really deal with it. They would either figure their squabble out—sooner rather than later, pretty please with a cherry on top—or she’d get bored and leave. That was her M.O. when it came to the hunky peacekeepers.
Lucky for them, her patience threshold was presently a bit higher than normal. Her friend Deegan had “borrowed” Logan for the afternoon, excited to start “practicing” for impending motherhood. Jane snorted. She’d tried to explain that taking a three-year-old around for a fun afternoon visit wasn’t going to prepare Deegan for a human-alien-hybrid baby, but…well. Dee was a do-er, a lady of action.
“No, you got to last time—” Dihu’s rising voice cut into Jane’s musings. “It’s my turn!”
Jane dropped her head. He sound far, far too much like her three-year-old for comfort.
“You always say that!” Addem snapped. “But it’s not!”
“Boys!” Jane interrupted. “Enough. We’re not going to fight; it ruins the mood.”
Getting a good romp was hard when you had limited pool to choose from; her options weren’t top-tier. Delicious? Yeah, sure, but easy pickings all the same. Low-hanging fruit, as it were. They were attractive and kind…when not fighting with each other. That got old, quick. But Dihu and Addem were a Lu’O brakka willing to scratch her itch without attaching a ball and chain and that made them perfect—if only she could find some duct tape.
Most peacekeepers were totally opposed to casual sex—they wanted families. Which, yanno, good for them, and all that jazz, but Jane wanted to fuck. Dirty, hard, screaming-to-orgasm fuck.
Was that really too much to ask?
“But Jane, I’ve been imagining your ass for days,” Dihu pouted. He walked to her and wrapped his thick arms around her waist in a sweet hug before sliding his hands down to cup her butt, squeezing with enough force to get her engines revving.
She smirked up at his gorgeous face. “Are you saying there’s something wrong with my pussy?”
Addem came up behind her, wrapping his arms around so he could cup her offended lady parts. “There’s nothing wrong with any part of you; he’s just being greedy.”
“From what I can tell, the two of you are feeling chatty.” The complaint was breathy and half-hearted now that they were focused on her.
“And you’re feeling impatient,” Dihu teased, leaning down to nuzzle the curve of her jaw. He nibbled lightly, using his adorable little nose horn to tickle her ear.
The two sets of hands roamed her body, stroking and lingering with lazy intent. The
y were enjoying the leisure as much as she was—it was rare for her not to attach a time limit to their visits. As the mom of a toddler, her life revolved around potty training and nap schedules. Her own pleasure was at the bottom of her priority totem pole, snuck in whenever she could squeeze a few precious minutes from her responsibilities.
But this…this made her feel like more than just a busy mom content to wipe runny noses and stinky little butts. She felt like a woman—a desirable, sexy woman.
Jane moaned. “Yeah, like that.”
Addem tweaked her nipple again, just the way she needed, and Dihu used his grip on her ass to grind their lower bodies together. The rhythm was raw and rough, but it suited Jane’s mood. Her panties dampened as her arousal grew, and she heard both males inhale deep, appreciate breaths.
Creepy alien super-senses aside, it was good to be appreciated.
She peeled her shirt off and then bit her lip when Dihu ducked down to lick and suck on her exposed breasts, worshipping her body with his mouth. He was good with his mouth—and that horn! She moaned and rubbed herself against him, wanting to feel that stubby little gem across more than just her nipple.
“Patience,” he chided. “We don’t have to rush.”
Jane groaned. They didn’t have to rush, but she needed a good, hard fuck. Patience wasn’t part of the equation. “I feel empty,” she complained. “I want you to fill me up, to stretch me so that I can’t think of anything while screaming for you to fuck me harder.”
Addem wheezed a little, as if her words had knocked the breath out of him. The press of his cock into her lower back was suddenly more urgent, and she undulated against it—him. He whimpered in delight. “Dihu,” he begged, asking permission from the slightly more dominate male.
Their bodies continued to writhe together as Dihu deliberated, his mouth suckling breast-to-breast and driving Jane into a fever pitch of need. She keened when he bit down, knowing it was punishment for rushing their pleasure, but unable to stop herself from thrusting against him anyway.
“I get her ass,” Dihu said.
Addem didn’t argue—he stripped Jane of her clothes with posthaste, dropping his own pants in record time. She leaned back against his naked body and wound her arms around his neck, jutting her chest out for Dihu’s dark, lustful gaze.
The horned male in front of Jane undressed slowly, teasing her by delaying their union. Dihu’s hard muscles were coiled with repressed desire, but he wanted to torture her a bit, to have control.
“Addem,” she moaned, pressing her butt back against the more agreeable Lu’O. “I need you.”
Smug satisfaction tilted her lips when Addem’s hands dipped to her sex, one spreading open her swollen folds while two fingers from the other circled her clit as Dihu watched. The semi-voyeuristic display was an aphrodisiac, and Jane reveled in it.
The length of Dihu’s cock jerked as he watched Addem’s fingers. He stood back, proudly naked and strung tight, as his brakka-mate dipped a finger into Jane’s pussy, finger-fucking her while she writhed against his hips.
“I need more!” Jane bent at the waist, exposing herself to Addem while gripping his hips for balance. She arched her back so she could stare at Dihu, wanting them to tempt them both.
The hunger in her eyes must have swayed Dihu, because he surged forward and tangled a hand in her wild curls. His enormous cock nudged her lips, and she sucked him in. His groan was permission for Addem, who surged into her pussy with one hard thrust.
They stayed that way for one gratifying moment, the three of them appreciating the connection for what it was—raw, blatant carnality. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure.
And then Addem drew back, slowly dragging every thick inch of his cock out until he slammed back in, grunting when his pelvis collided with her ass. Jane moaned around Dihu’s tip, eliciting a spurt of precum to flavor the experience. They rocked that way, Addem guiding the rhythm, until Jane’s body demanded more.
Sucking cock while being fucked from behind was fun, but she wanted it harder. Deeper. Wilder. Her nails dug into Addem’s muscled thighs as she bucked backward, adding oomph to the encounter. He rumbled a hoarse curse before reaching down and grabbing her tits, squeezing possessively as he used the soft mounds to counterbalance the increasingly hectic pace.
The harsh breathing of the males was erotic, a telltale sign that their climax was nearing. Jane reveled in the sounds, even as she sucked harder and clenched the muscles of her channel, heightening her own pleasure. Addem pounded wildly into her, nailing her g-spot until bright white light threatened to overwhelm her thoughts.
Distantly, she heard the ship’s com chime, but she paid it no heed as her body quivered in preparation of a mind-blowing orgasm. It was right there…so close…
But Addem stuttered to a stop, and Dihu pulled away, his dick dripping saliva even as it throbbed with need.
“What the hell!” she shouted, her voice loud but reedy as she tried to catch her breath.
“Didn’t you hear the com?” Dihu asked, frowning at her.
“Huh?”
“The com,” Addem said. “They called for you by name, Jane.”
“Why would they…” she gasped. “Logan!”
***
“Where is he!” Jane yelled, running into the medical ward. Her clothes were twisted and probably inside-out, but she didn’t give two cents about the amused looks that several peacekeepers were giving her—they could go fuck themselves. “Where is my son?”
After frantically diving into hivemind—despite having been warned against it, the health of all survivors supposedly at risk when they used the mental connection—she’d been directed to every mother’s worst fear: the hospital.
“Over here, Jane!” Dee’s ginger-headed form stood at the far end of the corridor housing the patient rooms. Half a football field of space lay between them, but Jane jogged it in what seemed like the blink of an eye, her thoughts a mishmash of fear and worry.
She walked past Deegan and then shoved past Dee’s lifebonded mate, Tugarth. His bulk was in her way, damn it! “Move! Where’s my son?”
“Calm down, please,” a Gkiven male said. He was wearing a different uniform than what most of the other peacekeepers sauntered around in—the plain shirt and pants looked surprisingly like scrubs, so she assumed he was the equivalent of an alien doctor or nurse. He was staring down at a little tablet like he was checking a chart. “We don’t want to upset him when he wakes up.”
“Wakes up? Why isn’t he awake!” she demanded, sliding past Lanie and Paul with barely a nod in their direction. “What happened?”
“We took him to see the fluiflora, you know, as an adventure. A learning adventure,” Dee explained, her voice laced with enough guilt to make her words wobble. “But the tanks are huge, and to see inside them, you have to climb several flights of stairs…” Tears pooled in her eyes, and she sniffled. “He was doing so well, I swear, and holding the handrail.”
Tugarth pulled Deegan into his arms. “Shh, my brave one. Be calm.”
“Just tell me,” Jane whispered. “Please, someone tell me.”
“He broke his arm,” the medik said, cutting the drama short without bothering to look up from his tablet. “He’s in the adolescent MedBed, recovering. He’s sedated, per the norm when a child needs to be healed—they have a hard time staying still while the machine works, particularly while in pain. He’ll be finished in a moment, completely healed.”
Jane hunched over, sucking in deep gulps of air.
Logan was okay. Just a broken arm—he’d be fine. Her baby was okay.
“Perhaps you should take care of yourself before interfering with the boy’s treatment,” the medik sniped without once looking at her. He peered at the Medbed as he adjusted several of the settings, then once again got lost in his handheld. “You reek of sex.”
There was a moment of shocked silence as every human in the room turned incredulous eyes to the alien doctor.
“What did yo
u just say?” Jane demanded. Her hands clenched into fists.
“Shit...Mama Bear is out of her cage,” Paul whispered. “It’s going down!”
“And he deserves it,” Lanie muttered. “What an asshole.”
Hell yes, he did. And hell yeah, he was an asshole. Who the fuck did this Gkiven prick think he was? And what was his problem? Jane glared at the male, who seemed oblivious to the rising tension around him.
“The cleansing chamber is over there,” he waved at the back of the room, where a door stood ajar. “Help yourself. Please.”
“You need to leave,” Jane demanded. “Now.”
The medik looked at her for the first time, amused condescension plastered on his arrogant—handsome—face. “Impossible.”
Jane looked over her shoulder at Tugarth. “You invented these—you can monitor it until Logan wakes up, yes?” she asked. Deegan’s big hunk nodded. “Good. Thanks.”
She turned back to the asshole medik and cocked her thumb at the door. “Get lost.”
“Absent when he needed you, and now negligent of his care. Charming,” the Gkiven said mildly.
His accusation was so cruel—and so true—that Jane saw red. Her punch was wild and fueled by fury, and it hit the pale alien right upside his upturned nose. Violet blood splattered as he staggered back, his hands sweeping up to stem the flow. His tail whipped around legs, slashing in front of him protectively.
No one moved to help him, not even when Jane followed up her punch with a very feminine kick. The medik dropped to his knees with an agonized howl as he clutched what was left of his nuts…and tail.
“Get him out of here,” she whispered, “before I kill him.”
Paul sighed. “I don’t want to touch him. That kind of stupid might be contagious.”
Lanie rolled her eyes and walked over the alien; she nudged him with her foot. “Get up, Henta,” she ordered. “And then get the hell out. Until we sit down for a little chat, you’re restricted from healing or otherwise interacting with humans. It’s for your own safety.”
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