The Erion Triad: A Negari Sci-Fi Alien Abduction Reverse Harem Romance

by Charmaine Ross

  Yet the words died in her throat and she couldn’t even force them out. Her breath chopped in and out of her lungs and a hot, slick sweat coated her skin. She bit her lip so hard she broke the skin and yet the words remained stuck. She was so scared if she said anything it would fulfil its threat. She’d learned to be terrified and it had taught her lessons very well.

  “It won’t hurt us because we will fight back. All of us together. You don’t have to do this on your own anymore. Tell me, sweetheart. We’re here for you,” Kyel said, drawing a trail down her cheek with the tip of his finger.

  The voice in her head remained blessedly silent. Perhaps it had finally gone? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was stronger with her mates. She needed to use that strength before it was too late.

  The muscle ticked at Kyel’s temple, his eyes slightly narrowed, but they weren’t aimed at her. She knew that. He wanted to protect her. All the times she’d kept silent and didn’t tell them about the voice didn’t seem to be as important now. Looking at him, she should have known he would fight for her. That he was a hundred times more skilled than she was. It seemed so silly to have kept that all to herself, but the voice was just so persuasive—and terrifying.

  She took a deep breath in and released it slowly. Do it, do it, do it. Just do it. Her throat eased enough to allow her to talk, and once she started, the words tumbled out, one tripping after the other.

  “The voice. It started when the reptiles made me touch the crystal. It’s been there all along. Telling me things. Making me do things. It said… said it would hurt you all if I didn’t do them. I just wanted to keep you all safe. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Her tears fell in earnest now, falling so fast and hard she had no hope of stopping them. “It said if I didn’t touch the crystal, that it would kill all of you.”

  Kyel opened his mouth as if to respond.

  Outside, there was a flash of light, and a thunderous crack. The window exploded into thousands of tiny shards.

  Chapter Twelve

  Zaen

  Lucie screamed, but Juliran firmed his grasp over her shoulders and held her tiny, shaking form against the protection of his body. Zaen rushed to the window while Kyel checked her for any injuries.

  A storm coiled in from a black horizon. Clouds billowed and rolled towards them, increasing in speed as they devoured city buildings. Wind whipped the curtains so hard that one side tore free, and the end flapped over Lucie’s bed.

  These clouds were the same that had appeared when Lucie had touched the crystal. It could mean nothing good.

  He spun towards his brothers. “We’ve got to get her out of here.”

  “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” Lucie trembled even more and tucked her head against Juliran’s chest.

  “Let’s go,” Juliran said, his face tight and tense.

  “No.” Kyel’s word was a whiplash.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. Look at what’s coming in.” Zaen pointed to the window. If they didn’t get Lucie away, they didn’t stand a chance.

  Kyel held Lucie’s chin, waiting for her eyes to find his. “It’s up to Lucie. Only she can stop it.”

  “I… I don’t know how.” Her voice was no more than a whisper. Her skin had gone pale, her mouth stiff.

  “What’s wrong with you, Kyel? Can’t you see she’s terrified?” Zaen said.

  “The entity is stronger when she is scared. I think it’s kept her in a constant state of terror so it can feed on her energy. It’s some sort of energy vampire. But when she sang, the entity couldn’t get past that because she wasn’t scared. She was the opposite,” Kyel said.

  Zaen regarded this brother. He had the same steely look on his face as when he was faced with an enemy and had just worked out how to take them out. Zaen should know. He’d been on the receiving end of that look many times and Kyel had never lost. It was some sort of innate knowledge in his brother. His gut. It had stood him in good stead throughout their lives. He trusted that. And he trusted his brother.

  “She looks too afraid to sing now, brother,” Zaen yelled, putting his arm about Lucie’s shoulders.

  Lucie trembled as another clap of thunder cracked just outside the building, the timing impeccable. She was hard pressed to even speak, let alone sing.

  All Zaen could think about was punching the lights out of this entity that had tortured their mate. He definitely didn’t have a clear head.

  “Lucie, we will not let the entity get to you. You are safe with us. As long as we are together, it can’t get close. Do you understand?” Kyel said, while Juliran tightened his arm about her shoulders.

  She looked up, her face pale. She was so still, but then she nodded. It was only a slight movement.

  “You need to trust us, Lucie. Do you trust your mates?” Kyel said, clasping her face between his palms.

  She curled her fingers around his hands, her gaze focusing them in turn. “Of course.”

  “Good. Then I am going to kiss you, Lucie. I’m going to take your mouth and kiss you so thoroughly you won’t be able to think of anything at all except for my lips and my tongue. Can I kiss you like that, Lucie? Will you allow me to?” Zaen trembled with the need to kiss his mate. His entire body thrummed with white hot desire. He reined his urge under tight control. He would not frighten Lucie, no matter how he might feel. She deserved tenderness and gentleness now, and that was exactly what he would give her.

  Thunder rumbled, a deep booming sound. The glass on the bedside table rattled. Her eyes slid to the glass.

  “Look at me, Lucie.” Kyel used his voice that brooked no argument. The voice he used on his subordinates. The voice that no one dared deny.

  Of course, being their mate, Lucie could do whatever she wanted to do, but for some unknown reason, Kyel was driven to kiss her. It was at the worst possible moment, but if he wanted to comfort her, then Zaen wouldn’t stand in his way. He would help in any way he could for Lucie’s sake.

  She looked at Kyel with large, trusting eyes and Zaen’s heart swelled. She was so innocent. So lovely.

  “I will kiss you now.” Kyel moved towards her. Her lips looked so soft and they pillowed as Kyel kissed her, lightly at first, nipping, teasing. She was still for a moment, before her lips parted and she met his movements.

  With a groan, he rose and captured the back of her head with his hand. He took her mouth harder, working his lips over hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she tilted her head a little more so that he could deepen their kiss.

  Zaen’s cock twitched as he watched his brother kissing their mate. The thunder became a distant rumble as he sank onto the bed next to Lucie. She wound a hand around Kyel’s shoulder and settled her palm behind her on his thigh. He put his hand over hers and she turned her palm to link their fingers.

  Juliran ran his palm over her thigh, from her hip, down to her knee, and up again. Kyel rose above her, not breaking their kiss until she lay down, her knees still hanging off the edge of the bed.

  Kyel planted his hands either side of her head and rose up onto the bed over her. Zaen couldn’t contain himself. His skin itched, wanting to touch the smoothness of his mate.

  His fingers hovered on the waist of her jeans, but the temptation was too great, and he slipped the tips of his fingers beneath the material of her t-shirt. Sweet heat enveloped his skin and he flattened his palm across her tiny waist.

  Her scent washed over him. He needed to kiss her. Taste her. He flipped to his stomach and slid the hem of her top higher.

  He brushed his lips on her skin, her flesh dry and warm and immediately washed with goosebumps. She issued a shaky breath. That was all the invitation he needed. He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her side, laving her skin with his tongue and finished off with his teeth.

  Her fingers threaded through his hair, just gently, but enough to let him know that she wanted him there. Beside him, Juliran slid his finger along the inner seam of her pants, seeking her inner heat. Her thighs fell apart and Juli
ran molded two fingers along her seam and slid them up and down.

  Zaen kissed his way up her body, nudging at the material with his nose as he traveled over her ribcage to nuzzle beneath her breast, rubbing his nose along the underside against the material of the strange garment she wore to house them. Nothing should cover them as far as he was concerned.

  Juliran worked the button of her pants open. The zipper loosening such an erotic sound. Zaen mouthed her breast over her garment, while Juliran worked the sides of her pants open, exposing her hips like a gift offering.

  Her musky, feminine scent drifted from her clothing. His cock throbbed and pressed hard inside the restraints of his strange pants. He preferred his soft leathers. It went much easier on an erection, but he wasn’t going to stop however uncomfortable he was. Splayed on her back like she was, he could be caged in metal and he wouldn’t cease.

  Kyel broke their kiss.

  “Juliran is going to take your pants off, Lucie, and then Zaen will take your shirt off. We will also remove your undergarments so we can kiss you all over. Is that okay with you, Lucie? Will you let us undress you?” Kyel’s voice was thick and harsh like gravel, and as needy as Zaen felt.

  “Yes. Yes, I want you to do that. Please.” Lucie’s voice was breathy, aching with the same desire shared between them all.

  Juliran worked her pants down her legs, and then slipped his fingers into her tiny white panties and drew them down and off her body. The rain had stopped pounding on the window, but he didn’t pay it much attention. Juliran sank his fingers right into Lucie’s plump folds and she moaned, tossing back her head.

  “That’s right, Lucie. Let me touch you here. Ride my fingers and let me bring you pleasure,” Juliran said.

  He speared her entrance, and her body went stiff and her mouth fell open. She clutched Zaen’s wrist as her body tensed around Juliran’s movements.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Let Juliran finger you,” Kyel said.

  Zaen was caught, entranced by the sight of his brother’s fingers sliding in and out of their mate’s intimate folds.

  “Suck your fingers, brother. Tell us what she tastes like,” Zaen said.

  They glistened with her honey as Juliran held them to his mouth and sucked them. His head rolled back, his eyes closing.

  “Like ambrosia, brother,” Juliran moaned.

  “Sit up, sweetheart, and we’ll help you out of your clothing,” Kyel said.

  Lucie was limp as they all helped divest Lucie of her shirt. Kyel found the latch to the small garment she wore over her breasts and peeled it off and away. Her delicate pink-tipped nipples stood erect.

  “Stunning,” Kyel murmured.

  She whimpered as Zaen brushed his fingers over one breast and then the other.

  “Absolutely beautiful,” he agreed.

  Kyel moved to the side of the bed and allowed Lucie to lie back down. “Now we are going to bring you pleasure. My mouth is going to be on your mouth. Zaen is going to lick and suck your breasts and Juliran is going to tongue your pussy. We’re going to eat you up, mate. Are you ready for all of us?”

  They had tried to do this before, but there had always been something holding Lucie back, and they’d never progressed far past kissing and petting. She had never been so languid, so dreamy-eyed as now. A soft smile curved her lips and she looked at all of them, her pupils dilated with erotic arousal.

  She nodded, her hair brushing her shoulder. “Yes. I’d like that. All your mouths on me. Please, can you suck me all over? I… I like it when you do that.”

  “Never feel shy around us, Lucie. We need to know what you like and then we are only too happy to do more. Do you understand?” Kyel said.

  “Yes. Yes, I understand.”

  “Tell us what you like, Lucie. Do you like Juliran’s hands on your pussy?”

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Tell us, Lucie,” Kyel ordered.

  Her plump lip fell from her teeth, “Yes. I like your hands on my pussy. I like your mouths on my skin. I like you licking me everywhere. All over my body. I can’t get enough of your touch. Please. Please… I need more.”

  His cock kicked against the zipper of his jeans. She had never talked dirty like this before, and those words falling from her sweet mouth lit a fire of yearning in his blood.

  “Sweetheart, if you keep talking like that, you’ll be riding all our cocks before the night is out,” he hissed.

  Her gaze flickered to him. “What’s to say that isn’t exactly what I want?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll give you all the cock you want. You only need to ask.” Zaen came up over her and caught her mouth. The curtains swished against the flooring, calm and tranquil in a warm breeze.

  Her mouth was hot and sweet, and Zaen wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want him to be if the kiss she returned was anything to go by. Her tongue stroked against his, and her hands fisted his hair. He wanted to keep on kissing her, but he also wanted a taste of her fine breasts.

  He slid downwards, trailing a hot wake on her skin with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like all the Heavens combined, her skin smooth and silky. He reached the mound of her breast and gave her no reprieve as he devoured one breast and palmed the other.

  He suckled the stiff peak into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around her turgid nipple. Kyel began to kiss her, and Juliran bent to suckle between her legs. There was something elemental about all of them devouring their mate at the same time. She groaned long and low and loud.

  The connection between them swelled. Her mounting urgency and desire pressed on him, and his cock throbbed painfully in its containment.

  Unable to restrain himself, Zaen ripped his jeans open, tugged them down, and grabbed his cock. He fisted his rigid length, feeling the blood pounding into his member so that it twitched.

  He fisted himself from root to tip and back down again, working himself while he devoured first one breast and then the other, leaving heated saliva coating her chest. He thrust into his hand, feeing the burn build right in the middle of his balls.

  Lucie’s dainty fingers curled around his thickness. She tugged him up once. Twice. It didn’t take much. Just seeing her fingers around his shaft was enough to make him tip over the edge. He pressured her nipple between his lips so he wouldn’t bite her. Pressure built, his balls rode up, he tensed, and he was forced from his brain as one of the most powerful orgasms ripped through his body.

  He spilt over her hand, his hot seed coating the bedclothes. She tensed and screamed into Kyel’s mouth while Juliran speared her with his tongue, sucking at her clit and pumping into her with his fingers and wrung her climax out until she wailed, her body bowed with pleasure. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

  They had made a breakthrough, their bond fusing even more, yet they were still here in this construct. They still weren’t safe. Not safe at all.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lucie

  “What the fuck, Lucie?” Grant stormed into their bedroom. The door crashed into the wall as he strode inside. His blazing eyes scoured over her, her men and their tangle of limbs. Naked. Sated. Her mind was still hazy in her post-orgasmic bliss.

  “Grant?” It looked like him, but there was something about him that was off. She hadn’t noticed it before. But then again, she’d been caught in her worst nightmare in an energy-sapping fog and hours and hours of unending work.

  “Lucie. How could you! You know how much I do to help your career. And this is the way you thank me? By fucking three men! You’re nothing but a fucking slut.” His chest heaved.

  She struggled onto her elbows, noticing the cool air over her nakedness. She looked down her body to see the marks of their lovemaking on her skin. Juliran was still between her parted thighs, between her legs glistening with her excitement. Kyel’s hot breath washed over her still-wet nipples. Her hand was coated with Zaen’s release. There was absolutely no doubt what they’d been doing.

  She grabb
ed the bed covering and attempted to cover herself, shame burning deep. Her hands shook so much, she had difficulty effectively clutching the blanket. White fog descended in her mind.

  “I wasn’t… I didn’t…” But she was and she had. She was the lowest form of scum. Self-condemnation crashed through her.

  Her mind spiraled. How had it come to this? Things didn’t add up, and she was at a loss to work exactly how she’d ended up where she was.

  Kyel growled low in his chest and stood to face Grant. Her breath stuck in her throat, her heart pounding. Kyel didn’t seem to notice her reaction at all as he stalked towards Grant like a lion hunting prey.

  “Why are you even here? You should be at work,” Grant said, his black eyes focusing on her. She hadn’t noticed how depthless they actually were. Like twin black holes.

  “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly where I need to be.” She struggled up from the bed, frantically searching for her uniform. She needed to get to work. She needed…

  “Lucie. Come here. You don’t have to be anywhere but with us.” Juliran wound his arms around her waist. He grabbed a robe atop the bedroom chair, wrapped it around her and brought her tight against his chest. She sagged against him for a moment, taking comfort from the strength of his body. It felt so right, being here in the cage of his arms, but her mind clouded, the fog more solid than it had ever been.

  She tried to pull away from his grasp, but it was similar to moving steel poles cemented into the ground. “I have to…”

  Had to what? Work, yes that was what she had to do. Get up and go to work.

  “I can’t believe you would do this to me, Lucie. After all I’ve done for you,” Grant said.

  The white fog descended in her mind. Yes, that was right. There were bills that had to be paid. She was the wage earner while Grant helped work on her career. He did a lot for her and she should be grateful.