by Lili Zander
Nyx inhales sharply as my fingers caress his body, but he doesn’t stop me.
Something about this planet makes me so horny. Or maybe it’s the hotties running around wearing next to nothing. Draekons would make great male strippers. Just sayin’.
“When did you get these piercings?” I toy with the barbell through Nyx’s right nipple.
He catches my hand. “Careful, aida. You play with fire.”
His warning doesn’t deter me. I slide my hand down his chiseled muscles, tracing the beautiful V leading right to his groin. I’ve almost forgotten my plan. My body trembles and my sex aches. I may have an ulterior motive, but I want this as much as they do.
Arax watches as I touch Nyx, and the heat in his eyes encourages me. My hand brushes Nyx’s cock again, and this time, he reciprocates, slipping a hand down my pants to cup my pussy.
I’m soaking wet, and now he knows it.
His fingers swirl over my lower lips, parting them and sliding inside the wet heat.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I murmur while I’m still capable of coherent thought.
“On our home world, we get piercings when we come of age. To show we are sexually available.”
“Mmm.” I stroke up Nyx’s length, feeling the soft skin slide over the steel of his cock. Looking at Arax, I lick my lips, openly inviting him to join in, but the other male doesn’t take the bait. Feeling deliberately wicked, I push them.
“Really? Mannix and Beirax didn’t have piercings,” I say innocently. “At least, I didn’t see any.”
At the mention of the Zorahn men, Nyx half purrs, half growls. The sound vibrates through me, increasing my arousal.
Arax’s gaze narrows, and when he responds, his voice is silky. “If you can think of other men while we pleasure you, Viola Lewis,” he says, “perhaps we should work harder at distracting you.”
Nyx plunges two fingers into my pussy, revenge and humor glinting in his eyes. His thumb glides over my clitoris.
“Ah...” My body tightens.
“Are you close to peaking?”
“Yes,” I admit, breathless with lust.
He removes his fingers, the scaly bronzed bastard. “This time, I wish you to peak with me,” he says.
Nyx’s cock throbs in my grip. I explore every ridge, every vein and throbbing inch of his member, spreading the precum all over him like lube until he’s thick and shiny, and absolutely mouthwatering.
He groans, his head thrown back, his face a mask of pleasure.
His obvious desire encourages me. I lean forward and put my mouth over his nipple. He sucks in a breath as I circle his piercing with my tongue.
“Do you like it?” Nyx asks, his voice hoarse.
“Hmmm?”
“Do you like the piercing?”
Oh yeah. Very much. Already massive, his cock grows hard and thick as I tease his nipple. I ache to taste Nyx. My mouth is watering—I’ve never been so excited to go down on a guy in my life. But when I start to sink to my knees, Nyx stops me. “Wait. Do not forget. You have two mates.”
How can I forget? The idea of sucking Nyx while Arax watches is making me quiver. But Nyx is right. It would be a lot more fun if the big Draekon joined us.
“Please?” I turn to Arax, openly flaunting my naked breasts at him, a little surprised that I would act this brazen. Like there’s a wanton sex goddess inside me, and all it took was a quick trip to another planet to let her out. “Join us.”
His face is torn. I sense reluctance in him, but there’s need as well. “I want to make sure you are well, Viola Lewis.”
“I’m fine, I promise.”
He takes a step toward me. Leaning forward, I take his cock in my free hand. “Never better.” I repeat the lubing and pumping action on him, reveling in the expression of naked desire on my dragon lover’s face.
Nyx’s hand plays between my parted legs. Arax wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me toward him. He kisses me deeply, passionately, and I’m lost in his touch. He’s a good kisser.
I almost forget what I’m doing, but Nyx pinches my nipple.
“Hey,” I gasp.
“You liked it.” Nyx shows me his wet fingers and keeps fondling my pussy as I stroke both of them off. My palms heat up. A tingling feeling spreads through my fingers, everywhere the precum touches.
My thighs clench as Nyx rubs me just in the right spot. “I’m close,” I whimper. I’ve never orgasmed so easily or quickly in my life.
“Good.” The men take their own cocks in hand, and stroke faster.
“Wait,” I say, remembering my plan. “Shouldn’t…I mean, I want you inside me.”
Arax’s expression is knowing. “Do you really, Viola Lewis?” he asks. “Or are you doing this so we can become Draekons at will?”
I bite my lip, flushing with shame at how easily he’s read through me. “I want that,” I admit, unwilling to lie to them. “But I also want you.”
“Are you are sure of that?” Nyx asks. He’s let go of his cock and watches me closely. He doesn’t look disappointed, but I feel horrible.
“I want you,” I tell them both. “I don’t know why, but I felt connected to you from the moment I saw you.” I raise my hands in defense, wishing I hadn’t tried to manipulate these men. “Ever since I got here, I’ve been scared and helpless, and you take that all away. I’m just afraid—” My voice chokes off. I’m so afraid. I’m supposed to be the brave one, climbing on a spaceship to explore worlds beyond, going into the jungle to save everyone, doing everything I can to make things right.
Who am I kidding? I did everything I could to save my dad, and he still died.
“Oh, aida,” Nyx croons, folding me in his arms. His smoky scent is more comforting than ever.
“I’m fine,” I protest, blinking against tears. I will not cry. I will not cry. I run my hands over Nyx’s skin. He’s warm and smooth and strong, and touching him helps a lot. I sag into him. “I just need this.” This being a screaming orgasm, my body impaled on two cocks. I can’t bring back my dad or put the Zorahn ship back together, but I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life, and at least I can do something about it.
“Come here, Viola Lewis,” Arax says. He puts his finger under my chin and tips it up, looking into my eyes. “You want this?” he asks once again.
“Yes,” I whisper. The set of his mouth is so stern. I trace the worry lines there, and he catches my finger in his mouth, nipping playfully.
A smile lights up his face. “Very well,” he concedes.
Nyx wraps his arms around my waist, the hard length of his cock pressing into my bottom. “We need you, Viola Lewis,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “We will go slowly.”
“I don’t mean to rush you—”
“No.” Arax puts a finger over my lips. “We wished to mate the moment we saw you. It is best for all that we claim you now when we are in control.”
Right. The dragons. I gulp.
Arax kisses me again. He positions me so that he’s lying on the ground and I’m straddling him. Suddenly, I can think of nothing other than the feel of his erect cock sliding along my backside.
“We are ready when you are. Put my cock inside you.”
I kneel up and move over his shining member. At least the fluid will ease my way.
“Slowly,” Nyx murmurs at my back, steadying me as I sink onto Arax’s waiting rod. There’s a slight burn as my folds give way to his thick girth, but arousal pours through me, slickening my pussy further, drenching his bronze skin. I slide all the way onto him. My womb cramps once, and then he’s seated deep inside me.
“Aida,” Arax breathes, closing his eyes, his face contorting with raw desire.
I know exactly how he feels.
I’m panting with need, letting him fill every inch of my body and my mind. I can’t even contemplate moving. Arax remains still inside me, and for that, I’m grateful. One thrust and I might shatter, and I want to savor this moment forever.
Heat stirs deep inside me, and I realize that as perfect as his cock is, the thick precum has an added benefit. The fluid warms me.
Arax lifts his hips, pushing a little deeper.
“Oh God. Oh fuck.” I whimper. My body tingles as he pumps into me, taking a slow and tortuous rhythm.
Arax catches my hand and kisses my fingertips. The unexpectedly tender gesture causes a lump to form in my throat. My pussy clenches on him, hard.
He cups my breasts reverently, and I return the favor, brushing my thumbs over his nipple piercings. Arax’s thrusts grow urgent, but then he stops.
Nyx kisses the back of my neck. “My turn.”
“Oh God. I don’t think—”
“Trust your mates,” Nyx says. He presses another kiss on my skin, and he bends me forward. I lay flush on Arax’s broad chest, my fingers dimpling his skin as Nyx prepares my bottom for his assault.
He takes his sweet time, oiling up his fingers and probing me. I wriggle my bottom a little, and he smacks it.
“Stop that,” I say even as Arax orders, “Do that again.”
Nyx spanks then squeezes my bottom, and my inner muscles tighten on Arax’s cock. I don’t know if I should protest the spanking or beg for another, but before I make up my mind, Arax shakes his head.
“She gushes when you do that,” he says. “It’s too much. Hurry, Nyx. I’m close.”
Something large and warm touches my back hole, and instinctively, I tense.
“Hush, sweet one.” Nyx’s large hands knead the back of my neck. “You are safe with us.”
He pushes in. I inhale sharply as he enters my ass, and my fingers tighten their grip on Arax’s biceps as my ring stretches to accommodate his thickness. Hearing my gasp, he stops moving until I relax, then he pushes forward again, boldly going where no man has gone before.
I chuckle at my pun, and Arax raises an eyebrow. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I angle my head and kiss him. Our dueling tongues distract me from Nyx’s plundering of my last virginity. They both push deep in my body, filling me beyond what I thought possible.
The next thing I know, the two men are moving, rocking me between them. Arax’s muscles flex under my hands, and he never takes his eyes off me.
Nyx pushes forward, Arax presses up, and I dance between them, my nipples tight, brushing against Arax’s heated skin. I lick his shoulder, and a needy sound escapes his throat.
A pulse of heat shoots through me at his male groan.
Nyx’s teeth graze my shoulder. His thrusts grow more forceful. I cry out, loving the way the two of them feel. The friction of two cocks inside me sets off every nerve ending in both my pussy and ass, and pleasure begins to burn my brain.
“We peak together,” Arax commands.
I don’t care that he’s so bossy. I just don’t want the movement to stop.
My moans get louder. The men speed up, keeping their rhythm. I teeter on the knife edge of orgasm, filled to the brim with feeling. My head shakes back and forth, but it’s too late to stop the explosion. I hurtle helplessly towards pleasure, and when it hits, I may shatter.
Nyx slams into me and Arax’s cock plunges deeper. White hot pleasure blinds me. I shout as my climax overtakes me, and through the cloud of lust in my mind, I hear them shout too as they find their releases. My pussy and ass spasm, milking them as they pump their cum into my willing holes.
I am undone.
The strong arms of my men hold me together.
I fall asleep thinking that the Draekons may be onto something. Two cocks are better than one.
When awareness returns, I feel a stirring of fear. Nyx and Arax aren’t Draekons. The two of them lie on either side of me, and they are definitely men.
“You haven’t changed,” I say, sitting up in alarm, reaching for my top to cover my breasts, though I’m fairly sure it’s a little too late for modesty. “Why haven’t you transformed?”
Has there been a mistake? Are they wrong about me being their mate, and if so, why does that thought bother me so much?
Nyx shrugs. “At the moment, I find myself quite unconcerned.” He tugs my top out of my hands, and he strokes my nipples, watching them harden at his touch. “I have much more interesting things on my mind.”
Arax gives me a thoughtful look. Is it my imagination, or is he keeping something from me? “Remember, Viola Lewis,” he says, “No one from Zoraht has shifted to Draekon in living memory. It’s quite possible that the records in the ThoughtVaults are incomplete.”
A ray of light illuminates the cave. “It’s dawn,” he continues. “The sun will rise shortly, and we can leave to find your friends.”
He’s right. I jump to my feet, wincing as I feel the ache between my legs. It’s going to hurt to walk today, but it was well worth it. When I think back on the way Arax and Nyx slid into me, a shiver wracks my body.
I dress quickly and run my fingers through my hair, before tying it back with a hairband that serves as a reminder of Earth. You’ll be back soon, I tell myself, ignoring the pang I feel at the thought of leaving my two Draekons. In a year, this is all going to seem like a distant memory.
As I get ready, my thoughts are torn. My chest is tight with worry for the other women, but there’s a small hard knot of pain underneath.
Meeting Arax and Nyx is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.
And I’m going to have to let them go.
14
Arax
She is our mate. The dragon inside me purrs with contentment at the memory of her sweet body, her breathy cries, her soft whimpers.
Not just the dragon.
Had I not been exiled, I would have been bonded within a season. I was the Firstborn of Zoraht, and my bonding would have been based on political considerations. I wouldn’t have been able to choose for myself.
For the first time in my life, I see the exile as a blessing, not a curse. Viola Lewis is a revelation. She is small but strong-willed. She is unconcerned with power; her thoughts are to protect her companions. When she smiles at me, my heart stutters in my chest, and when she leans against me, I want to wrap my arms around her and cherish her.
The cave we’ve taken refuge in is only a few lengths above ground. The two of us carried her up, and we’re prepared to carry her down, but she waves off our help. “I used to climb when I was younger,” she says. “My father called me his little goat. I can manage.”
I keep a careful eye on her, but she’s right. She can climb the cliffs without our help. “Which way is the ship?” I ask when we reach the ground. The flares came from the lowlands to the west of the Na’Lung cliffs, but that’s a large area, and we need to make speed.
I worry about what we’re going to find when we get there. For my mate’s sake, I hope her companions have survived.
Viola Lewis looks around, her dark eyes confused. “I don’t know,” she says. “Everything looks the same to me. Can you take me back to the spot where the Dwals attacked me? I think I can retrace my steps from there.”
“Of course.”
We set out. I lead the way, and Nyx brings up the rear, our mate sandwiched protectively in between. If anything attacks, it will have to go through Nyx and me to get to her, and that won’t be easy.
I set a brisk pace, and we don’t journey long before our mate is breathing hard, struggling to keep up. As soon as I realize that, I come to a dead stop. “I’m sorry, aida,” I tell her. “I wasn’t thinking. I will carry you.”
“I’m fine,” she says through gritted teeth. “I run marathons. I’ll keep up.”
The translator tells me that a marathon is a race in which humans line up and run for no reason at all. Not to catch prey, not to escape a predator. They just run for fun. What a strange world this Earth is.
“Your legs are shorter than ours,” Nyx points out patiently. “And you need to acclimatize to this world. The air is thick with moisture, and it makes it difficult to breathe. When we got here, the heat overw
helmed us. There’s no shame in asking for help, sweet one.”
“Fine,” she concedes. “But I’m heavy.”
I hoist her on my back, and she wraps her arms around my neck, and her feet around my hips. “You’re as light as a hairus feather, Viola Lewis,” I tell her. Nyx is much better than I am at getting our mate to agree with him. Because he appeals to her logic and doesn’t order her around, the creature inside says bluntly.
Ruefully, I admit the truth of that. As Firstborn, I’m used to barking out orders and expecting them to be obeyed. Even in the exile camp, though I’m not Firstborn any longer, Zoraht traditions are ingrained deep into everyone, and with that comes an instinctive deferral to my wishes.
Our mate is from an alien world. She treats me like a regular person.
As does Nyx. The two of them are the only people on this planet to see me as someone other than the Firstborn of Zoraht.
With Viola Lewis on my back, we make much better time, and it isn’t long before we’re back on the banks of the river. The charred remains of the Dwals are still there.
“We burned them so thoroughly that there isn’t enough flesh for scavengers,” Nyx points out, his voice chagrined.
Viola puts her arm around his waist. “You did it to protect me,” she says. She points to a spot where the grass shows signs of disturbance. “The ship was in that direction.”
I exchange a troubled glance with Nyx. I know from our mate’s story that she was alone when she stumbled upon the river, but the grass is well-trampled.
More than one person has been along this path.
15
Viola
Arax and Nyx set a blistering pace. Two hours later, we’re at the ship.
At first glance, Fehrat 1 looks exactly as we left it. For a split-second, hope stirs in my chest. Could the flares have been an accident?
Then I notice that the mattresses that covered the hole in the ship are gone. They’re scattered around the gleaming metal body, and there are giant rips in them as if a creature with sharp claws has torn them to shreds.
