by Lynnea Lee
Ryek purred and tossed his head back, eyes closed, enjoying her touch. Holden looked like he was moments away from turning her around and pounding her to completion.
She loved having so much control over her mates. They might be big, hulking aliens, fighters, warriors, but she could control them with a touch of a finger. The power was thrilling, and she reveled in it. She wondered how much more teasing Holden could take. Making him lose control was one of her favorite pastimes.
Keeping her hand moving on Ryek, she lifted her body to straddle Holden’s hips. With his erection trapped between their bodies, Angie nuzzled Holden’s neck, nipping and biting at his jawline. The tell-tale rumbling started in his chest moments before fingers pulled loose her hair tie and threaded into her hair.
Holden pulled her head back, exposing the column of her neck. He dragged his fangs down her neck, mouth open, and Angie shuddered. She loved the feel of the sharp tips of his fangs along her skin. It turned her on, and Holden knew it. She rubbed against the hot bar of his erection, the friction between their bodies building.
He kissed her hard, devouring her mouth, licking and sucking on her lips and tongue. His fangs left indents on her lips, and she moaned into his mouth. By the time he released her lips, she was breathless.
Next to them, Ryek moved, hoisting himself up onto the ledge on the tub. It put his erection face height for Angie, and she reached for it, intent on tasting him. But he stopped her.
“I think what we want to do next is best on a bed. Come.”
In one fluid motion, she was out of the tub and in Ryek’s arms, and Holden was drying them off with a fluffy, oversized towel. Even after three years, Tallean towels impressed her. The technologically advanced fibers soaked up water like no one's business, and was able to get her hair mostly dried. But all thoughts of effective towels were pushed aside as she landed on the bed, and her two giant mates descended to join her.
Holden sat leaning against the headboard. He nestled Angie between his legs with her back against his chest. One large hand pressed her back against him by her throat as the other reached around to fondle her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes.
Another weight depressed the bed, and she opened her eyes to see Ryek prowling towards her on all fours, a predatory look on his face. He gripped her knees and pushed them apart, his attention focused on the prize in between. Dipping his head, he licked the length of her slit before switching to focus his attack on her sensitive clit. His thick fingers joined the quest, and Angie moaned at the new sensation.
Behind her, Holden’s thick erection pressed temptingly against her back. She wanted it filling her. She rubbed back against him and pleaded, “Please now, I want you. I want you both.”
“Not yet,” Ryek growled. He gave the inside of her thighs a hard slap, and she squealed. “Stay still.”
He continued his assault on her senses, sucking and licking at her clit and fucking her with his fingers. He swirled another finger in her cream and rubbed it at the rosebud of her bottom hole. He pushed in, adding another form of fullness. It was too much, and she exploded around his fingers with a thin scream, her muscles clenching wildly.
“You first, Holden.” Ryek tossed Holden a familiar bottle of scented oil. It was the same bottle from Holden’s bedstand. Then Ryek pulled her limp body off of Holden’s chest.
Holden poured a generous amount onto his hands. Angie licked her lips with nervous anticipation as she watched him spread the oil onto himself with deft hands. She couldn’t wait to have them inside of her, but the idea was also frightening. Ryek positioned her over Holden’s cock. The tip nudged at her bottom opening, and Holden squeezed her ass cheeks as he pulled her down. His thick head breached her, filling her with the strange fullness that she never got used to.
She clutched at Ryek’s bicep at the pinch of pain. Ryek pushed her down harder, and she gasped at the intense feeling. But as Ryek played with her clit, the pain turned into pleasure. She gasped as Ryek pushed her down until she was fully seated on top of Holden’s erection.
“Good girl,” Holden whispered into her ear. He pulled her back to lean against him.
Ryek pumped his own hardness a few times before positioning himself between her legs and pushing in. The feeling was intense, and Angie found herself panting and tossing her head from side to side. With one firm push, he was in. The fullness was overwhelming, and every little movement felt like a tidal wave. How would she survive this?
But she didn’t have time to think as they both started moving. Pleasure blinded her, and her rhythmic screams filled the room. She no longer had control of her body as the two Talleans used her and fucked her. They wrought climax after climax from her body until she was hoarse from screaming.
With one last thrust, Ryek exploded, filling her with pulses of his hot seed. His body shuddered above hers. Holden followed a moment after, roaring his release.
Angie laid on the bed, body limp and unmoving as her mates cleaned them up. They piled onto the bed with her, each one holding and caressing a part of her body. She had never felt so loved and cared for. This was perfection. She wanted to have her mates in bed with her every day and night.
Then, as Ryek and Holden snuggled in even tighter, the heat started. At first, it was bearable, even nice to have two big heaters warming her body. Then, like the frog that gets boiled, it got suddenly overwhelming. She was sweaty, and she needed air, cold air. She flung her limbs out, trying to get to the cool spots at the edge of the mattress, but both males moved, holding her tight to their scorching bodies.
“Ugh! Too hot! Too hot!” She flailed her arms and legs, trying to get away.
Matching playful laughter rang out from both sides.
Chapter 22
It was hard work rebuilding the colony, but with the newly established council's help, Ryek knew things would be all right. Especially now that Holden stood by his side as co-director, a title he should have had years ago. A colony was a heavy weight for one shoulder to bear, and Ryek hadn’t realized the overwhelming burden until it was lifted off of him. He inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air. It felt good to be able to breathe again.
Angie waved as she walked towards him, holding a takeout bag from The Hideout. She had a bounce in her step that was new, and Ryek wished it would stay forever. She was happy, and that, in turn, made him happy as well.
“I’m supposed to be making sure you are eating lunch, Holden’s orders. He said you work too hard, and I need to make sure you relax more.” She handed him his food as they made their way to the closest park bench.
“Impossible. Relaxing is impossible around you. You just get me more excited.”
“I can give you a back rub while you eat,” she offered. That wouldn’t relax him either. Her touch would just make him eager to do all sorts of sinful things to her body.
“Just eat with me, little minx. How’s the fence rebuild going?” Holden was briefing a team this morning on rebuilding the perimeter fence.
“I think Holden finds it hard to pass the work to another unit leader, rather than just taking a group to fix it on his own.” Angie bit into her “sandwich.” It was technically a Tallean style meat wrap, but many humans called them by the Earth term. According to humans in the colony, it was closer to a reverse sandwich since the meat was on the outside, wrapped around a fruit or vegetable paste.
“He will get used to it.” Ryek had had the same issue at first. But he had learned to trust his colonists. They were all here because they wanted to be. They all wanted Reka 5 to succeed. And most importantly, they all called Reka 5 their home.
“I think he forgets to take time off for himself as well,” Angie said around a mouthful of food. “He told me to make sure you have food and take a break. But I don’t remember him eating lunch either. And he has been in meeting after meeting since early this morning.”
“When you are done here, why don’t you return the favor and go check up on him?”
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“Of course!”
They finished their food in silence, just enjoying the light fall breeze and the bustle of the colony starting back up. Colonists milled around them, going about their day, the threat of the Dominion behind them. This was Reka 5. This was home.
A decade ago, Ryek had come to Reka 5, broken-hearted after losing his captain, and had fallen in love with the colony and the freedom it represented. The people who made it to Reka 5 were strong-willed and intelligent. The untamed wilderness around the colony also called to him. The land and its beasts were as savage and ferocious as the colonists themselves.
Here, he had met Holden, and they had become fast friends. Holden was a male to fight alongside with, a male he would kill for, a male who had his back. Ryek couldn’t imagine sharing a mate with anyone else.
And now, Reka 5 had given him a mate. A beautiful, headstrong mate who came apart in his hands like she was meant for him—a gorgeous mate who was now looking at him like he held up the universe.
He put down his food and reach out to cup her face in his hands.
“What?” She smiled at him, and his heart could barely cope. “You’re looking at me funny. Is there something on my face?”
“No, little minx. I just need to look at you, memorize you. You are beautiful.”
“You’re pretty hot yourself. I can look at you all day long.” She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, pressing their foreheads together. They stayed there, not moving for a while, heads touching and listening to the world pass around them. A buzz from his comm interrupted their moment together.
“I have to get to my meeting with Trenton. He’s got news of a breeding facility where the Dominion is keeping human females prisoner.”
“That’s horrible! I hope he plans on saving them.”
“He is. Kean is going to send a team along.”
“Kean?” Her nose wrinkled the cute way it did often. “Isn’t he the infamous drug baron from Vosthea? Why would he help out?”
“He is leading the team of scientists working on finding a way for Talleans and humans to procreate.” The thought of Angie round with his child sprung into his mind. He had never thought of children before. Until now, Reka 5 was his baby. Suddenly, he wanted a family more than anything else in the universe.
“My friend Mia said her mate Arus was working on it. I didn’t know Kean was a part of it too.”
“They have the backing of some very wealthy people, and Kean has a fortune himself.” He turned serious. “They are close to a breakthrough. If they are successful, do you want children? Maybe a child with me and another with Holden? We would be a family.”
“We already are a family, Ryek. You, me, and Holden. But I would love to have kids. Though, I’d imagine dealing with both a mini Ryek and a mini Holden would be disastrous on my own. So, let’s wait until you and Holden have more time to spend with me, and therefore, our new family.”
As if to punctuate her point, his comm buzzed again, and Ryek smiled wryly. She was correct; he was too busy now to think about children.
“I need to go. You head over to Holden and make sure he gets some food in him, too. I want to make sure he has the strength so we can both ravish you later.”
“Promises, promises!”
Angie sat awkwardly between her two mates as they waited for Ryek’s parents to come out of the hanger. Her knees shook with nervous energy. She was meeting the in-laws, and she was hesitant. What if they didn’t like her?
They better like her because they were getting married today. Realizing that Angie and Holden’s friends from the Defiant and Ryek’s parents were all on Reka 5 at the same time, they’d planned the wedding overnight.
An older Tallean male who bore a strong resemblance to Ryek, right down to the braided hair, led the group, with his mates following right behind. Ryek got up and clasped the slightly greying male by the forearm and pulled him in for a hug. Then he did the same to the other male before lifting his mother up in a bear hug.
“We are so proud of you for standing up to the Dominion!” his mother exclaimed. “We raised you right.” Then she looked towards Angie and Holden. “And you two must be the miracles that finally got my Ryek to settle down!”
“This is Krenna, my mother. And Tyek and Rojac, my fathers.”
Angie stuck out a hand for a shake but realized too late that it was an Earth custom. Living on Reka 5, where the two cultures had merged so seamlessly, Angie had forgotten. Kreena took it anyway and pulled her in for a hug.
“You’re a little thing, aren’t you?” His mother looked her up and down. “Don’t you let him boss you around. Ryek can get controlling at times.”
“I have no worries of that, ma’am.”
“Just call me Krenna. We aren’t sticklers for titles and rules.”
Krenna turned to Holden next. “Holden, I haven’t seen you since last year. Ryek made a good choice. You keep each other out of trouble now.”
Ryek guffawed, and Angie had to hold back a laugh of her own.
“What’s so funny?” Tyek asked.
“We don’t keep each other out of trouble; we get into Trouble together,” Ryek answered. Then, in true Tallean fashion, he clarified. “Trouble is one of Angie’s nickname.”
Both older males laughed heartily, and Angie had to resist an urge to crawl under the table. Despite living with Talleans for years, and being sexually open herself, she still sometimes had to remind herself that sex was an incredibly open topic for them. She hadn’t expected to have their sexual escapades brought up at her first meeting with Ryek’s family, though.
“You’ll get used to having two bawdy males cracking crude jokes after a while. At least you are on land. I’m stuck on a ship most of the time with those two.” Krenna jerked her thumb at her mates.
Tyek and Rojac each put their fist to their chest, pinking side out, and nodded solemnly to Holden. Then they put a hand on each of Angie’s shoulders.
“We are happy to have another son, and a new daughter,” Tyek said, his tone serious. Then he added to Holden, with a lilt in his voice, “And since we can’t tell you to keep out of trouble, we would give the advice to get into trouble as often as possible. Keep your female happy, and everyone in the mating will be happy.”
“That is sage advice,” Krenna agreed.
The double doors to another hangar opened, and the crew of the Defiant filed out.
“Angie!” Lettie came running towards her with Mia following behind. “Congratulations!”
Zeylum stepped out with his mate on his arm.
Rojac perked up. “It looks like we need to catch up on all the new matings.” He and Tyek excused themselves and headed towards the mercenary captain.
“They were close with Zeylum’s father,” Krenna explained. “You males go and greet your allies. I will go with your mate and prep her for the ceremony.”
Angie’s two mates left, and Lettie and Mia joined them instead.
“I can’t believe you are getting married!” Lettie gushed.
“And to both of them,” Mia said. “You brave woman!”
“So, are you happy?”
“Yes!” Angie didn’t hesitate. “I am!”
She was. When she’d arrived on Reka 5, she had known that she’d found safety, and security. What she hadn’t expected to find here, in the wild west of galactic space, was love. And with Holden and Ryek, she had found that and more. She had found a home. And she wouldn’t trade it for the universe.
Holden stood in front of the altar with Ryek, waiting for their mate, their bride, to arrive. He had attended Earth-style weddings before. In fact, the couple of the last wedding he’d gone to, Arus and Mia, sat three rows back. No one had warned him how nervous he would be waiting for his female.
The crowd murmured and turned towards the back door as Angie walked in. It was a tradition at weddings for the bride to be accompanied by her father, but Angie’s father wasn�
��t here and she’d chosen to make the walk alone. She wore a simple, slinky white dress that conformed to her curves and flared out into a small train behind her. A short, see-through veil covered the top of her face. But the most beautiful thing she wore was her smile.
She seemed to glow with happiness, and Holden wished he could memorize this image in his head forever. Once she got to them, it was everything Holden could do not to just toss her over his shoulder and steal her away so that they could spend time alone with her.
With Angie taking all his attention, the ceremony flew by quickly, and Holden found himself saying his “I do” after Ryek.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
He and Ryek had talked about this. They both leaned in and kissed her on each corner of her mouth.
As the crowd applauded, Ryek whispered, “We wanted to both kiss your lips. You have two pairs, after all.”
Holden continued, “But we couldn’t decide who get your lower lips. And we didn’t want to shock any of the humans in the audience.”
“Oh,” her voice was small, but the arousal that filled the area was not. Their mate wanted them.
“Soon, my mate.”
She wrapped her arms around their necks and gave them each a kiss on the lips. “I’m so happy; I think I’m going to cry. I love you!”
Between them, Angie sniffed as tears filled her eyes. They had warned him that females got emotional during weddings. It was time to make their grand exit. He knew that it was customary for them to receive their guests after. But he and Ryek had both agreed that it was one tradition they are willing to nix.
He bent and picked Angie up, tossing her over his broad shoulders.
“Hey! What’s going on?” She squealed.
