by Reagan Woods
Lyon chuckled at that. She was concerned for them. It touched him deeply. “Don’t you wonder why Hash-Han chose to destroy our world rather than simply rip the Lyridi mines away from our people?”
Vertical lines appeared between her eyes when she tilted her head back to look up at him. “Fair point. Why didn’t he?”
“Because he can’t get into our heads,” Zocan answered, returning with the bowl of broth. “We mined iridium, as you know, and my family transformed it to Lyridi. Hash-Han couldn’t pierce our minds.”
“You’re saying that you’re immune to psychic contact?”
“Immune isn’t really the right term,” Lyon denied, stepping back so he could knead the taut cords of her nape. Slowly, she began to relax beneath his fingers. “We can hear if a telepath directs thoughts our way. It’s more that we’re impervious to mental meddling and suggestions that go against our natures.”
“Huh. That’s unexpected.” Nora reached out to take the steaming bowl from Zocan. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Finish it,” Zocan commanded. “Please.”
“You’re bossy, you know.” She smiled as she said the words and handed over her empty bowl for his inspection.
Zocan smirked. “I daresay, you’ll learn to love it.”
That sent Nora into a fit of giggles. “Somehow, I’m not surprised that you believe that.”
Lyon loved the way they were beginning to communicate, to learn to know one another on a deeper level. It would be time to make her theirs soon. Anticipation had him counting down the minutes until he could wake Kiev and make him take the helm for a few hours.
There were all sorts of things he wanted to do to Nora’s tasty little body. Catching Zocan’s eye, he nodded. Soon.
In the meantime, they needed to try to raise Admiral Tsuno on the com. There had to be some way of finding out what was happening there.
Chapter 56
Zocan and Lyon were being a little over-the-top with their attentiveness to Nora’s mind. With two hot guys treating her with utter tenderness and constantly shooting lusty looks her way, she couldn’t complain. She was afraid if she questioned the whole thing too deeply, it would dissolve like the wisps of a dream.
Right now, she rested on a large, plush bed in Zocan and Lyon’s cabin trying to get her breath back. The suite of rooms wasn’t overly spacious, but it was well-equipped. There was a sonishower that ran to settings Nora had never seen before like light therapy for shiny hair and lustrous skin.
She’d stripped down and put her clothes in the refresher. Although, she was certain the pants and tunic were a total loss after Natar’s lifeblood had soiled them. How she’d resisted the siren call of the luxury sonishower was a mystery. Instead of indulging, she’d stepped in for a quick cycle to cleanse the rest of the blood from her skin.
Her eye was firmly on the light therapy settings. She was so doing that – all of it - just as soon as she completed her daily stretches, katas and assortment of body-weight exercises. All of which there was ample room for. There wasn’t really a closet, per se, as both males wore shipsuits and magnaboots that were easily cleaned.
The walls, halls and catwalks on the Nom’magata were very industrial-looking and dated. This ship was obviously a freighter. There weren’t any superfluous lights or art installations like she’d seen on the priest’s ship. The Nom’magata didn’t run to the ultra-clean, white and chromes of the tetraglide either. However, Zocan had assured her every modern convenience was available.
When Nora had asked exactly what Zocan considered ‘modern conveniences’, he’d laughed and told her the ship was full of technology he and Lyon had liberated from Hash-Han and from the CORANOS Galactic Alliance. Nora had shrugged. It was all way beyond anything on Earth save what the CGA had send with their invasion and occupation forces.
Their cabin sported a nice little sitting area and a small table they could eat at. Behind a sliding door, she found a privy. Everything from the floor to the linens to the chairs was comfortably worn but not shabby.
Nora pushed to her feet and began a series of single-leg lunges. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let her rest the way Zocan had all but commanded her to when he escorted her to the cabin. It would be easy to attribute the day’s excitement to the bloody face-off with Z’cari and Natar or to the set-to with Corey, but that wasn’t what was making her squirm with anticipation now.
She never thought of herself as the potential filling in a hot alien guy sandwich, but Lord Have Mercy, it was her greatest aspiration at this moment. Hormones shouldn’t control a person, she knew, but there was no way she was going to be able to play coy and hard to get.
There was something about knowing that Zocan and Lyon accepted her for the flawed, insecure person that she was that made her want to show them that she could be exactly what they need. She wasn’t just the victim of unfortunate circumstance or some bumbling primitive they had to protect – not that she believed they saw her in that light. It was more that they were giving her their love despite that some would see her that way.
These two capable, savvy males looked at her and saw someone with worth. That was her miracle. It made her heart overflow with love and gratitude.
She was going to be the best damned mate possible. That meant more than just clawing those ridiculously tight shipsuits off their chiseled bodies and riding them until she was blind. Although, yay for her, that was also on the menu.
Moreover, it was imperative that she be ready to help them, whatever the mission. If that meant using her newfound mental shields on their behalf, she would. Without a doubt, she needed to stay fit and to get combat ready. So, she would do her katas now and figure out the seduction later.
Her excitement wasn’t rooted in anxiety. Even the idea of two lovers at once didn’t put a hitch in her stride – which if someone had told her six months before, she would have called them crazy. Love and acceptance, along with a healthy dose of mutual lust, went a long way toward knocking down those preconceived ideas.
She had some, limited, experience with boys back on Earth. Those who had been nomads like herself were few and far between, but there had been one or two who had piqued her interest. She’d even given herself, out of curiosity and friendship rather than deep love, to one. Eddie, his name had been. They were both very young and nothing permanent had developed between them, but she had some knowledge to draw on.
Switching to a series of brutal soldier planks with alternating half-pushups, Nora tamped down her lusty thoughts and turned her attention to the other issues she needed to address. Nora needed to question Corey thoroughly on this supposed psychic defense she’d developed. She also wanted to get more information on exactly why Ssszit wanted to draw them into a system where, if she understood the facts, Lyon and Zocan would be unwelcome at the very best.
She was just finishing up her rigorous schedule when Zocan entered the cabin.
“I see you took my advice seriously,” he observed wryly, yellow-gold eyes laughing as he took in her drenched, slick skin.
“Did you have any luck reaching your colony on the com?” She asked. Poor Zocan had so much on his shoulders.
“These things take some time,” he said with a shrug. “I wish there were some way for us to send Kiev and Corey into the colony and know they would be welcome. I think the safest bet is to send them out in the tetraglide and have them gather information. When we can verify that it is safe, then they can go to ground.”
Nora didn’t like it. The plan seemed too much like flying by the seat of the pants to her mind. Since she knew Zocan to be a planner, she didn’t add to his burden by pointing out the pitfalls. He was working with what he had.
“I was just about to take a serious deep-clean and polish in your fancy sonishower,” she informed him primly, standing tall so he could look his fill at her unclothed body. It was only fair that she drive him as crazy as he drove her, right?
His fine lips quirked. “Don’t let me stop you.” H
e extended a hand to usher her that way. In his other hand, he held a small bundle. “I’ll just stay here and wait until you’re finished.”
Ignoring his directions, again, she stepped toward him curiously. “What’s that behind your back?”
“Nothing,” he demurred, shifting his body fully toward her to block her view as she tried to peek around him.
Nora gave him her best mega-watt smile. “Awe. Did you bring me a present?” She clasped her hands together winsomely.
Her flirting might be a tad over-the-top but her lust factor was seriously elevated. All those lean, long muscles under that silvery shipsuit would soon be hers to explore. The thought made her tingle in all the right places. She squirmed in delight.
Zocan’s smirk told her he was enjoying the exchange as much as she was, so she pushed a little more.
“I’m so sweaty. If you aren’t going to let me see what’s behind your back, I guess I’ll just have to go clean up.” Abruptly, she turned away, making sure he had a good view of her ass as she stepped into the sonishower.
She ‘forgot’ to engage the privacy mode on the shower. Throwing her head back as the warm air began to pulse over and around her, she closed her eyes to enjoy.
She could feel Zocan’s burning gaze through the sound-proofed glass. Idly, she ran her hands down her breasts, over the plane of her stomach to the small vee of curls between her legs.
There was a loud thud. Her eyes popped open in time to see the naked hunger on Zocan’s face before he crushed her against the wall. He was easily six and a half feet tall and every inch of him was pressed up against her.
His mouth crushed ruthlessly down on hers. The fingers of one hand twined in her hair, holding her just where he wanted her. His other hand caught the one she had between her legs.
He broke their kiss to admonish, “It is my duty and my right to give you release when you need it. That’s what you agreed to when you deigned to join my trinepact.”
Nora moaned when his mouth claimed the sensitive skin of her neck. His hand nudged hers away and began a heated exploration of her slick folds. Those ruthless, talented lips traveled a scalding path over her collar bones and down her chest to latch on to one aching nipple.
He teased and lathed with teeth, tongue and lips. All the while, his fingers pinched and rolled, flicked and slid around her clit. When she was so close that she thought she could see heaven, he shifted his focus.
“What? No! I’m so close,” she whined when he slid that clever finger around her opening, kneading and prodding, but never getting deep enough to give her what she needed.
He chuckled against her skin and slid down to his knees. “Patience, lover.”
“Woah.” Nora looked down on a vast, rippling expanse of golden skin. “What happened to your clothes?”
Just then, he closed his mouth over her sex. The scalding heat drove all logical thought from her mind.
He gripped her thighs and slid them further apart, pushing her up, up, up until she sat, cantilevered, between the back wall of the sonishower. Her entire lower body draped wantonly over his shoulders. Those taunting, teasing fingers dug into her ass to support her as she wiggled and rocked.
His neat golden braid came loose as he dove urgently between her thighs. Oh Jesus. The visual alone was going to make her come.
His tongue slid sinuously against either side of her clit. She flattened her palms against the wall next to her hips to keep from grinding into his face.
“That feels so, so good,” she chanted. “So good. So good.”
Nora knew she couldn’t last much longer under the sensual onslaught. “I’m going to come,” she grunted.
He growled, his tongue speeding up. Pleasure twisted and sizzled, a fraying rope, taut from her low belly all the way down to her toes. It drew tighter and tighter. The snap of liquid rapture roared through her, temporarily blinding her to all but the sensation of his mouth on her.
She rode the first wave, clenching around the emptiness inside of her. Next time, it would be him filling her up. They weren’t putting this off any longer.
“Enough. Please,” Nora whimpered when Zocan refused to back off her sensitive clit.
He pulled back. Heavy lidded eyes gleamed up at her, stayed locked on her as he stood. Every muscle in that lean, broad body vibrated with tension as he rubbed himself against her. The slick head of his cock smeared slickly against her trembling stomach.
Her breaths were shallow and hurried as she felt his size against her for the first time. Cautiously, Nora looked down. His cock was flushed a deep purple. It was not mushroom tipped as she’d expected. There was no foreskin and no unexpected appendages. A visual inspection showed her the expected equipment with a slightly different shape. He was smooth, and shaped like a bullet; a long, round, slick bullet.
“You’re the blood in my veins and the spark in my heart,” he told her in a husky voice. “I’ve been waiting to find you for so long, Nora. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Zocan.” She let the truth of her heart leak into her words, into her eyes, so he could see the evidence of her love for him.
“Come to the sleep surface with me, Nora,” he urged, taking her hand as he backed out of the sonishower. “Let me have you. Let me give myself to you, now.”
Wordlessly, she nodded.
If she ogled his fine, muscular backside as she followed him across the room, who would blame her? He was gorgeous from the top of his golden head to the tips of his long, narrow feet. Even the sexy prowl of his walk, the roll and clench of his muscles as he moved turned her on. She had it bad.
He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her between his knees for a heated kiss. Nora swept her tongue into his mouth boldly before sucking his into hers. The sweet, sweet ache began to grow between her legs again.
Her fingers combed compulsively through the silky length of his hair. Unable to get enough of his skin beneath her fingertips, she slid her hands over the defined muscles of his shoulders, down his pecs, to the ridges of his abdomen. Every brush of her skin over his fanned the flame that flared bright between them.
Nora wanted to drive Zocan as wild as he’d driven her. With that goal, she climbed into his lap, deepening their contact. When she grasped his length and explored his alien anatomy. With enthusiasm.
“I won’t last that way,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “I need to be inside of you.”
Chapter 57
Zocan thought his eyes would roll back in his head and stick there when Nora closed her hot little hands around his cock and started twisting and pulling. There were no delicate, teasing strokes from his female. No, she enjoyed touching him, enjoyed seeing his pleasure as much as she’d enjoyed what he gave to her.
She had none of the shyness he’d feared. In fact, she was night and day different than she’d been with him initially. He’d half-expected to have to pry her legs open – with charm and wit, of course (he wasn’t an animal) - so he could show her how good he could make her feel.
Instead, her utter lack of inhibition with him today had javelined him past the breaking point of his control. He’d intended to invite Lyon to experience this first time with them. That would have been the courteous and loving thing to do. Instead, he was about to spread Nora’s legs wide and pull her wet, open pussy down onto his hard, throbbing cock.
He needed to get control of himself before he shamed himself and did just that.
The door slid open and Zocan snarled at the interruption. Nora jumped away and spun around with a little shriek. Her hands came up, ready to fight, to defend, and just as quickly dropped.
“We’ve got to get a bell or something for that door,” she complained, hand going to her heart. “You scared the hell out of me, Lyon.”
“Don’t stop on my account,” Lyon said cheekily, pulling off his boots. His eyes lit with hard, simmering heat. “This looks like it’s just getting to the good part.” He slid a finger into the fabric at his neck and the intelligent material
began to slide open and away from his thick, golden body.
“Oh, there’ve been a few good parts already,” Nora teased watching the way Lyon revealed himself with the same lust Zocan knew was reflected on his face,
Slyly, she turned back to Zocan. “Now, where were we?” She climbed onto his very eager lap and hovered her slick heat over his aching cock. Her arms circled his neck as she levered closer. Teasingly, she brushed against him. Once. Twice. Three times. “About here, weren’t we?”
Zocan smiled as Lyon came up behind her to grip her hips. As natural as breathing, she turned her head to give him a deep, lusty kiss. “Hello, lover.”
“Hello, yourself,” Lyon rumbled, his lips working down the curve of her neck. His eyes met Zocan’s on a punch of hard lust. “Are you ready, Nora?” He asked.
“Very,” she answered breathlessly, shimmying her hips down so his hard shaft just kissed the scalding entrance to her core. She pulled one arm from around Zocan’s neck and reached behind her to hook it around Lyon’s neck.
Held up between them, she sighed and smiled. “If I die from the pleasure, know I was the luckiest female ever to live.” With that, her hips rocked down and she engulfed him in the tight clasp of her body.
It took all his control to hold still, to let her adjust. On a gasp, she wiggled. They all moaned.
“That’s the sexist thing I’ve ever beheld,” Lyon growled, angling his stance between Zocan’s knees to help Nora balance.
She set a strong rhythm, her breasts bouncing hard as she rode his cock. The look on her face was fierce as she chased her pleasure. Mercifully, it didn’t take long before her body clamped down on his in a hard, milking orgasm.
Zocan thrust to his feet, giving Lyon Nora’s upper body weight. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he drove into her again and again and again. He felt the change taking place in his body, in his mind as he accepted her into their trinepact, into their most sacred relationship.
Sweat ran down his back and dotted his skin as he fought through the strangling convulsions of her next orgasm. On a roar, he drove home and shot his release deep into her welcoming body.
