by Ivy Barrett
She was still tingly and fighting for breath when Kellan scooped her up and sat down in one of the tall-backed chairs. “And now the main event,” he announced with a grin. Then he arranged her astride his lap, facing him.
Zilrath grasped her waist and pulled her up as Kellan positioned his cock between her thighs. “Down, mate,” Kellan ordered. “Take it all.”
She lowered her hips, encasing his hard length with her slick pussy until her pelvis pressed flush with his. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, communicating emotions they’d yet to express verbally. He kissed her briefly, then pressed her against his chest, guiding her head to his shoulder. “Let Zilrath get inside. Then we’ll form the link.”
Arching her back, she tilted her butt up, silently offering her other hole to her other mate. Zilrath parted her cheeks and parted her opening with oil-coated fingers. Tingling warmth swept through her body, relaxing her muscles and easing her anxiety. Yet she didn’t feel numb or sleepy. Her senses buzzed with excess energy, and her erogenous zones were hypersensitive. Her nipples hardened, feeling almost raw as they pressed against Kellan’s chest. Her clit twitched needfully, and her inner muscles rippled around Kellan’s thick shaft.
“Hurry up, Z,” Kellan urged. “I really need to move.”
Zilrath ignored Kellan and took his time preparing her for his cock. He eased one finger into her back passage, then another, both slick with oil. The smooth slide felt so good, she soon rocked into the slight pressure, inadvertently sliding her body on and off Kellan’s shaft in the process.
“Damnation, female, are you trying to kill me?” Kellan grabbed her hips and held her still.
Zilrath took pity on his podmate and finally pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle guarding her back entrance. She gasped then groaned as he went deeper, then deeper still.
Slipping his hands between her body and Kellan’s, Zilrath cupped her breasts. “Take it all,” he echoed as he filled her ass with his long, hard cock. “Now both your mates are deep inside you, as we were meant to be.”
Jasmine held perfectly still, savoring the blissful fullness. Her core stretched tight around Kellan and her ass struggled to accept Zilrath’s entire length. The slight burn was welcome, a subtle reminder that this was new and special. Kellan stroked her hair, back, and shoulders, his touch soothing, reassuring. Zilrath caressed her breasts, massaging his oil into her skin, while she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being filled by both of them.
Energy swept into her mind. She cried out, shocked by the intensity of the sensations. The sizzling rush came from in front and behind, then seemed to weave together in the middle, joining their souls with hers. Each strand that entwined, allowed her to feel her mates more clearly. Their emotions reached her first, chaotic and ravenous, then random thoughts and memories. Finally, focused thoughts and specific goals, a mutual, driving purpose.
You are ours for now and always. Together as only mates can be.
Like their energy, their voices blended together as they curled through her mind.
Do you accept our claim and willingly enter into this permanent union?
This was her last chance to change her mind. If she said yes, it was forever.
I am honored to accept your claim and I’m thrilled to be part of this union. She formed the vow in her mind, knowing instinctively that they’d hear her.
We offer you all that we are and all we will ever be. What’s ours is now yours.
I offer you all that I am and all I will ever be. What’s mine is yours. She wasn’t sure if she was meant to respond, but it felt right to her.
“For always.” Kellan sealed the vow with a deep kiss, then nodded toward Zilrath.
“For always,” she echoed, before turning her head and reaching back to touch her other mate.
“For always,” Zilrath said, conviction thickening his voice.
“For always,” she said again, then kissed him passionately.
The males pulled nearly out at the same time, then drove inward together. The fullness stole her breath and arched her back. Zilrath grasped her hips, controlling her movements, while Kellan collared her throat and caressed her breasts. They synchronized their thrusts, drawing back and surging deep like a demanding tide.
Between them, Jasmine drifted like a ship on the ocean. Soaring and plummeting, only to soar again. Her head spun and her senses caught fire, burning with incandescent intensity, yet remaining unharmed by the flames. She was exactly where she was meant to be, surrounded by and filled with her two amazing mates. Love swelled right along with the pleasure, impossible to contain.
“I love you,” she cried as an orgasm threatened to overpower her. “I love you both so damn much!”
Kellan laughed and reared up to kiss her. “We love you too, now come before you lose your mind.”
Zilrath lightly pinched her clit, ensuring her obedience. She cried out sharply, shaking like a leaf, as the spasms ricocheted through her trembling body.
“Again,” Kellan said. “Don’t fight it, love. Give us your pleasure freely.”
Then they held her firmly between them and fucked her hard and fast. Kellan drove up into her pussy, while Zilrath pounded into her ass. She braced herself against Kellan’s shoulders, unable to move, only accept their surging cocks and bombarding emotions.
Kellan’s fingers tightened on her throat, yet he carefully maintained her airflow. They controlled her completely, taking while she freely gave. She sank deeper into the blissful haze easily achieved through Zilrath’s oil. Kellan was savage now, all civility stripped away. This was a claiming, an instinctual domination of his mate.
Zilrath’s arm wrapped around her waist as his cock slammed into her ass over and over. Their consuming need spread thorough her mind, escalating her desire until it matched the intensity of theirs. She came suddenly, hard spasms that shook her entire body. The pleasure swept across their link, inundating them with soothing heat and raw affection.
Kellan groaned, then sighed, his movements slowing somewhat. The hand on her throat released and slid down to stroke her breasts. Then he leaned forward and kissed her mouth.
Her emotions gentled Zilrath too. His hands moved over her belly and sides, hips and legs as he filled her with slow, deep strokes.
“Perfection,” Kellan said as he gazed into her eyes.
“I can’t last much longer,” Zilrath warned. “She feels too damn good.”
“Together,” Kellan urged. “Let’s all come together.”
Their strokes sped, but remained steady rather than frantic as they’d been before. Kellan teased her nipples with his fingers and lips. Zilrath stroked her clit while he lightly sucked on her arched neck. She submitted herself body, mind, and soul, open and welcoming to her mates.
Zilrath cried out and held her firmly as he drove his cock deep into her ass. His hot cum spurted out, splashing her inner walls as his pleasure pulsed through her mind. She came half a second later, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her core rippled around Kellan’s cock, triggering his orgasm too. Kellan clasped her to his chest as he came deep inside her pussy. His sharp pleasure sent aftershocks echoing through Jasmine and overflowing into Zilrath.
For a long time they just clung together, the only sound their harsh breathing. Then Kellan kissed her as he flooded her mind with love and encouragement. She absorbed his affection with greedy appreciation, then offered him her emotions just as freely. When Kellan finally released her, she turned to Zilrath and kissed him just as deeply. Their emotions flowed easily now, their bond fully functional.
“We’ll finish this upstairs,” Kellan said with a wicked smile.
“Finish?” She smiled at his odd choice of words. “I’m pretty sure all three of us finished just now.”
“We came,” Zilrath told her as he carefully withdrew. “But we’re far from finished. Mating bonds take time and lots and lots of sex. Interruptions are unavoidable. But we won’t be finished for many,
many days.”
“Well then, we better take full advantage of the time we have,” she suggested as she wiggled off Kellan’s lap.
Zilrath caught her around the waist and draped her over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.
She shrieked, wiggled, and kicked, knowing full well he could hold her. A firm hand smacked down on her upturned ass and she cried out again.
“I think she needs nice reddened cheeks when I fuck that lovely ass,” Kellan decided as he smacked her again.
She kicked and continued to struggle, but she was grinning from ear to ear.
* * *
Jasmine fiddled with her safety restraints. Kellan insisted she remain buckled into the shuttle’s high-backed seat, not knowing when or if they would need to spring into action. Kellan and Chancellor Savator—it still felt odd to call him Bron—occupied the first row of seats. Celeste and Jasmine sat in the second, because Zilrath had already mol-ported to the surface.
Unseen and undetectable to scanners, six sleek Brokvata fighters watched and waited for the first sign of trouble. Bron had also mentioned a destroyer that was minutes away in case all hell broke loose. If Ram did anything but fully cooperate, the Ventori equivalent of Special Forces would immediately swarm in and arrest him. Zilrath assured everyone that none of that would be necessary. Jasmine wanted to believe him, but what little she knew about Ram left her with serious concerns.
“Do you remember the music video that was shot at Red Rocks?” Celeste asked in a hushed, distracted voice.
Jasmine wasn’t sure why the chancellor continued to indulge Celeste. Apparently, her sad circumstances brought out the protector in Bron. Whatever the cause, his surprising compassion made it possible for Jasmine to be included in the mission as well, so she wasn’t about to complain. As before, the risks were minimal. The shuttle’s role was strictly supervisory.
“Did you ever watch MTV?” Celeste asked, sounding a bit impatient.
“The band was U2,” Jasmine told her. “‘Sunday Bloody Sunday.’” A nostalgic smile curved Jasmine’s lips as the images rolled through her mind. Bono marching across the stage surrounded by massive torches and red rock formations. “Mom used MTV as a babysitter while I was growing up. I know way too much about those early years when all MTV played was music videos.”
Celeste said nothing more, so Jasmine looked at the main display in the front of the shuttle. The large amphitheater looked sad and neglected after years of disuse. Live entertainment was a thing of the past. Everyone was focused on survival now, and rebuilding shattered lives.
Vikrin stepped out of a portal shortly after Zilrath materialized on the ground. They waited in the large clearing at the top of the amphitheater. Vikrin and Zilrath appeared to be alone, but Jasmine wasn’t convinced. Ram was likely in the area already watching and analyzing. Which was basically what Bron and Kellan were doing. They could see and hear everything that happened on the ground, but neither anticipated any direct interaction.
Vikrin didn’t bother with a greeting. He paced in silence for several minutes, then asked, “Is it just Kellan out there, or did you notify Savator?”
“What would I have told the chancellor?” Zilrath evaded. “We don’t know anything yet.”
“What’s taking Ram so long?” the gatekeeper muttered, continuing his agitated trek. “He set the time for this, so where the hell is he?”
“Relax. He’ll be here.”
“Maybe he changed his mind,” Vikrin said after they’d waited fifteen minutes.
“We want the same thing as the rebels,” Zilrath reminded. “Ram needs this alliance just as much as we do.”
“He wants access to my gatekeepers,” Vikrin said. “He isn’t interested in becoming part of the Protectorate.”
Jasmine cringed. If Ram were listening, the Prime Gatekeeper might give away their plans. Vikrin was clearly not enthusiastic about the deal he’d made with Bron.
Zilrath glared at Vikrin. “You honestly think the rebels have more to offer you than the Protectorate? I thought you wanted to avoid going to war. Ram will thrust you onto the frontlines and leave you there until the Skarilians are destroyed or everyone is dead.”
“I can speak for myself, Minister.” Ram deactivated his camouflage armor and strode closer to Vikrin and Zilrath. The formfitting garment encased his head, leaving only his face visible. “Or should I just call you Ventori pet?”
“Here we go,” Kellan said, sitting up a little straighter.
“All Brokvata teams come to alert,” Bron said. “The target is onsite.”
They had six Brokvata teams and a destroyer on standby. How many Yashonty ships had accompanied Ram? The sky was brilliant blue and cloudless. Knowing that numerous vessels were out there waiting for the command to strike was surreal.
Zilrath moved closer to the Yashonty before he spoke. “The gatekeepers would like to—”
Ram cut him off with an upraised hand. “I will hear it from the Prime Gatekeeper, not a Ventori’s bitch.” Sunlight brought out the blue tones in his night-black skin, which made his lavender eyes even more striking. Jasmine had never seen a Yashonty before. They were by far the most ‘alien’ looking species that had visited Earth.
Zilrath clasped his hands behind his back and shot Vikrin a warning look. Bron and Kellan could hear every word he spoke and would hold him accountable if he intentionally sabotaged this negotiation.
Vikrin squared his shoulders and faced the Yashonty leader. “The gatekeepers will open a mega-gate but only for the Protectorate. If you wish to be part of the raid, you must negotiate an alliance with the Ventori.” His features were so tense it seemed like every word was physically painful.
“Never!” Ram bared his teeth and hissed. “I bow to no one.”
Zilrath took a step forward. “No one said anything about bowing. The Protectorate wants to work with you, not rule over you. It would be a partnership.”
“Savator doesn’t establish partners, he trains pets,” Ram sneered. “I bet it hasn’t been a week since his cock was in your mouth.”
“Someone needs to knock the shit out of this bastard,” Bron muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Refusing to be baited by the implication, Zilrath asked, “Is that how you maintain order on your ship?”
Ram fell silent, his features expressionless. Then his shoulders jerked as if he had the hiccups. Suddenly he broke out laughing. “Nice comeback, Minister.” His tone lacked sarcasm when he said the title for the second time.
“We can continue to insult each other, if you like,” Zilrath offered. “Or we can speak respectfully about what it will take to establish an alliance between the rebels and the Protectorate.”
Ram’s gaze narrowed as he stared at Zilrath. “How much authority do you have? I have no patience for messengers.”
“I am able to speak for the chancellor. Speaking with me is just like speaking with him.”
Bron chuckled. “Quite literally.”
Ram arched his brows and looked around. “If Savator is here—and it sounds like he is—I’d rather deal with him directly.”
“Don’t even think about it!” Urrya, commander of the Brokvata, asserted over the common link. “The High Command will have my ass if I let you anywhere near an armed rebel.”
Bron grunted, obviously annoyed by the precaution, but didn’t argue.
“That’s not going to happen,” Zilrath told Ram. “Talk to me.”
“The rebels only want two things.” Ram’s head tilted to an arrogant angle. “Destruction of the Skarilians, and females. If we help the Protectorate accomplish the first, will Savator guarantee us the second?”
Zilrath’s back straightened and his chin rose. Shit. Jasmine knew that look. Zilrath was about to throw caution to the wind and pursue something he’d been warned against. “Why do you need Savator to get females? You’ve been helping yourself to them for weeks.”
A smug smile lifted one corner of Ram’s lips. “I don’t
know what you mean.”
“Back off, Zilrath,” Bron cautioned. “We’ll push after he’s signed on.”
Zilrath took a deep breath, then cleared his throat. “What is your proposal exactly?”
“I have access to all the pleasure givers I need.” Ram’s evasiveness fell away, leaving him stern and serious. “It’s my understanding that the Protectorate now controls the procedure that enables human females to breed with other species. Is this true?”
“Tell him it is,” Bron coached.
Zilrath ignored the directive and asked, “Are you requesting breeders or mates?”
“Mates, of course. We’re just like the Ventori. We want to rebuild our civilization, as soon as the monsters that destroyed our home world are no more.” Ram looked and sounded completely sincere, but Jasmine didn’t believe a word of it.
Neither did Zilrath. “Give us the location of the Skarilian base to prove you’re serious about this alliance. Once the Skarilians are neutralized, we’ll discuss females.”
Ram laughed, then glared. “You must think I’m an idiot. As soon as I give up that location, you have no reason to give me anything. I want ten thousand fertile females, genetically reprogramed to breed with Yashonty males.”
“Ten thousand?” Now Zilrath laughed. “Do you have any idea how long it would take to process that many mates? I’m pretty sure they haven’t had that many volunteer over the entire life of the Carnal Compensation Program, and that doesn’t have the added complication of genetic compatibility.”
“That’s not my problem,” Ram said firmly. “If Savator wants the location, he’ll find a way to provide me with females.”
“Fuck this,” Bron flared. “Sorry, Urrya. I’m going down there.”
“You are not!” the Brokvata leader shouted. “I forbid it!”
Bron just laughed, stood, and activated the mol-port engine. His body transformed into energy, then rematerialized on the surface a few seconds later. Without hesitation, he stomped up to the arrogant Yashonty. “The location of the Skarilian base means nothing without the gatekeepers. I will allow them to participate in a joint mission and you will provide the location. Even exchange. End of story. However, if the mission is successful, I might be willing to allow your people to participation in other programs, like the one matching Ventori pods with fertile females. Mates are our most valuable asset. It’s insulting that you think I would squander them carelessly.”
