But when he returned to his quarters and saw his second-in-command asleep in his bed with the female in his arms, his heart squeezed in his chest and he could not stop himself from going to them.
Their combined scent, so heady, brought one word to his mind. Home. All of his worries faded into the background, and he stared at them both, memorizing every line, every curve, every muscle. The way Macar-Na’s hair curled around his horns, the flutter of the female’s eyelashes as she dreamed, the contented sigh that escaped his lips when he stretched out on her other side and draped his arm over her tiny body, his hand coming to rest on top of Macar-Na’s.
He could take a few moments to savor this feeling. To rest with them and let his own injuries from the battle on Earth and his fight with Macar-Na heal fully. It was night down on the planet below, and the next Exogen ship was still half a moon away. For just a little while, he could rest.
Jayce
Awareness returned in a rush, and Jayce found herself sandwiched between the two massive alien males in the big, soft bed. They each had an arm draped over her, and as she took stock of her surroundings, she realized they’d removed their shirts. Warmth radiated through her from their skin, and she tugged the sheet down slightly and stifled her gasp. They were sculpted perfection. Muscles so cut and hard they could be made of granite, but they were both covered in battle scars. Torin-Ka, the larger one, had a deep gash that seemed to stretch across his entire chest, and Macar-Na’s arm was burned from his shoulder to his elbow. Old wounds, by the looks of them.
Shifting so she could wriggle up, she peered under the sheet. Tight pants clung to their tree-trunk-like thighs, and she could see the outline of long, thick cocks. Way bigger than any human man, and...oh God. Macar-Na was hard. Or at least getting there.
Did these...Kivari normally share a bed? The two of them looked almost peaceful, both snoring softly. But as comforted as she’d felt when they’d been sitting next to her, making those odd noises that seeped into her very core, she couldn’t stay here. She had to get home.
It wasn’t until she got to her feet that she realized she was still naked. “Fuck,” Jayce whispered as she let her gaze roam around the room. The males’ shirts had been tossed at the foot of the bed, and she held them up side-by-side, comparing. Macar-Na’s shirt had less blood on it, so she slid her arms into the sleeves and did up a series of small catches so she was covered to just below her ass. Torin-Ka’s shirt she tied around her waist, fastening the lower catches to form what could almost pass for a skirt. She had no shoes, no underwear, no bra, but at least she wasn’t naked any longer.
With one last look at the sleeping aliens, she shook her head.
I’m sorry. But this isn’t my home. It’s Christmas, and I belong on Earth.
Padding quietly towards what she thought was a door, she ran her hands over the metal, searching for a knob, a panel, something to get it to open. The metal warmed under her palm, and she stilled as a light scanner ran up and down her fingers.
Apparently satisfied with who she was—or what she was—the door whispered open, and Jayce slipped out into a brightly lit hallway with cold metal floors and signs on the walls in a language she didn’t understand.
At least, not at first. After staring at the strange writing for a few seconds, it started to morph and shift in front of her eyes.
Navigation Bay —>
<—Dining Hall
<— Airship Bay
If she could find an airship, she might be able to get back down to Earth. Assuming they were even in the air. Or in space. Fuck. What had she gotten herself into? All she’d wanted was a beer and some pizza. And now...she might never see her home again.
Boots stomped from somewhere down the hall behind her, and Jayce quickened her steps towards the airship bay.
And then she ran right into a solid wall. One that grunted and then grabbed her arms firmly. “Let me go!” Jayce squeaked and tried to pull away, but the wall held tight.
“What is this…thing?” the wall said to another Kivari male standing next to him. “And why is it running free?”
“I’m not a thing, asshole.” Jayce hoped those bulges she’d seen in Torin-Ka and Macar-Na’s pants really had been dicks, because she brought her knee up and smashed it between the legs of the Kivari holding her. The male swore loudly but didn’t go down. Instead, he lifted her two feet off the ground and then slammed her against the wall. All the air left her lungs, and she started to jerk and flail as she tried to jar her body into remembering how to breathe.
“Unhand her!” Torin-Ka’s deep voice boomed down the hall, and he and Macar-Na thundered towards Jayce with murder in their eyes. Macar-Na caught Jayce in his arms as Torin-Ka landed a punch to the Wall’s head.
The other alien stumbled back, and sharp hook sent him to the ground. “She is not to be touched. By anyone,” Torin-Ka growled. Whirling towards Jayce, he narrowed his eyes. “And you, mate, are about to learn what happens when you disobey.”
Disobey?
Macar-Na tossed Jayce over his shoulder and marched back down the hall towards the room she’d woken up in. “Let me go, you big, green, tree.”
“Tree? I am not a tree, mate. I am a warrior, and Torin-Ka is your king.” With a wave of his hand, he opened the bedroom door, and strode over to the bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously in the center of the large mattress.
Torin-Ka followed at his heels, and once the door had shut, the two of them towered over her. “You tried to leave, mate,” the king said.
“I don’t belong here—“
“You belong with us,” Macar-Na said. “Always. And no other male is to touch you. Ever.”
Jayce’s cheeks flamed with rage as she scooted back on the bed and glared at the two warriors in front of her. “Like I had a choice? In case it wasn’t clear, I didn’t let him touch me. He grabbed me.”
“That would not have been possible if you had been at our side,” Macar-Na said sharply. “So now you will be punished.”
“P-punished? You’re both crazy.” Scrambling off the bed, Jayce tried to edge around the two angry Kivari males to reach the door again, but Torin-Ka grabbed her around the waist. He sat down on the bed, laying her over his knees.
“Hold her, Macar-Na.”
The other male pinned her wrists in one hand and her ankles in the other, and Jayce tried to wriggle free, but his grip was too tight.
Torin-Ka lifted his shirt off the backs of her thighs, exposing her ass. “What are you doing?” Jayce whimpered.
“Punishing you.” The first slap made her entire body flinch and her ass cheek catch fire. “Count. Mate.”
“No.”
“Then you will receive twenty strikes, rather than ten,” Torin-Ka said as he brought his hand down once more.
The pain coursed through her, her skin burning as he counted out her punishment. Macar-Na held her gaze, and the arousal that stirred in his eyes did something to her insides. Wetness dripped between her thighs, and when Torin-Ka said, “Ten,” she let out a moan.
“She likes this,” Macar-Na said with a chuckle. “I can scent her need.”
“As can I.” Another slap, then, “Eleven, mate.”
“Not…your…m-mate,” Jayce gasped. But by the time Torin-Ka reached nineteen, her clit was throbbing in time with her ass, and her nipples were hard points against the king’s thighs. “P-please…”
“What do you want, mate?” the king asked as he gave her the final slap. Macar-Na released her ankles and wrists, but Jayce couldn’t move. Panting, she wriggled her hips against Torin-Ka’s thigh, hoping for just a tiny bit of friction to let her come, but he grabbed her and flipped her over. “I asked you a question.”
“Fuck…you,” she whispered. It didn’t matter how badly she needed a release. She wasn’t going to beg for it.
“That…can be arranged,” Macar-Na said as he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into his arms.
4
Torin-Ka
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The female lay in the center of the bed, her chest heaving, cheeks bright red. The same color his punishment had turned her heart-shaped ass.
Macar-Na stood on the opposite side of the bed, and Torin-Ka wondered why he felt no anger towards the other male. Seeing one of his generals with his hands on her had set off a storm of rage within him, but Macar-Na...seeing him hold the female, restrain her, sleep next to her...it all felt very right.
The bond he felt with the female strengthened every time he touched her. And from the look on Macar-Na’s face, he felt the same way.
A vision swam behind his inner lids when he blinked them—the female bound, her arms spread wide over her head, Torin-Ka driving his member deep inside her while she sucked Macar-Na’s cock.
The female gasped, then wrapped her arms around herself. “What...just happened? I just saw...the two of you in my head.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her entire body flushed a deeper pink.
Macar-Na looked to the king. “Did you see it as well, sire?”
“Yes.” He could barely force the word out, and the two males moved as one, crawling up the bed until they knelt on either side of her.
“Mate,” Macar-Na said as he brushed a lock of hair away from her face, “what are you called?”
Her half-lidded eyes struggled to focus on him, and she ground her hips into the bed and started to reach down between her legs. Torin-Ka grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the pillow. “No, female. You will not touch yourself. That is our job. Answer him.”
“P-please,” she whispered as her other hand slid lower, but Macar-Na stopped her.
“Not until you tell us your name,” he said.
“Jayce.”
The two males tested the word. Jayce. Sweet. Round on their tongues. Like her.
“Jayce,” Torin-Ka said, his lips close to her ear, “you belong to us, and we will see to your every need. But we will also discipline you if you disobey. You are not to touch yourself in that way. Not now. Not ever. Do you understand?”
“I...” Her voice was thick with need, but she shook her head. “No. I’m not a possession!”
“You are,” Macar-Na crooned as he held her wrist to his lips and kissed down her arm. “Our most treasured possession. One we will do anything to protect, to please, and to honor.”
Leaning over, still keeping his mate’s arm pinned, Torin-Ka pulled out a pair of synthetic cuffs attached to short chains from a panel hidden in the wall. Many moons ago, he’d seen them in a vision and had them fabricated. Yet he’d never used them.
Jayce’s eyes widened, and she struggled to free herself from their hold, but the males tightened their grips. Torin-Ka straddled her and slanted his lips over hers as he passed one of the cuffs to Macar-Na.
Jayce moaned as his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she ground against him. The snap of the first cuff appeared not to register in her mind, and Torin-Ka continued to ravish her with his kiss as he secured the second cuff around her wrist.
As he pulled away, she made a needy purr that quickly turned into a yelp when the two males attached the other ends of the cuffs to small hooks in the wall above her head and locked them in place.
“Hey! You can’t do this—“
“Do you wish us to stop?” Macar-Na said with his lips around her nipple. “We could return you to Earth and you would never see us again.”
Confusion pinched her features, and she shook her head. “Please...I need to come. With both of you, and I don’t understand why.”
“This is the mate bond, female,” Torin-Ka whispered in her ear. “It is not meant to be understood. Only heeded.”
“Uh-huh...”
Macar-Na silenced her with his kiss, and Torin-Ka’s arousal strained against his tight pants. He ripped his shirt from around her waist and threw it across the room, baring her mound to them. Reddish curls glistened in the lights, and her pink pussy called to him.
Jayce’s scent filled the room, and Macar-Na slowly undid the catches holding his shirt closed over their mate’s breasts. They should have stripped her first, but Torin-Ka had not been thinking with his head.
The thin material tore in Macar-Na’s grip, and then Jayce was completely naked save for the cuffs around her wrists. The two males sat back to appreciate her beauty, and Jayce looked from one to the other, desperation and conflict written over her delicate features.
“Are you ready, mate?” Torin-Ka asked as he gripped Macar-Na’s upper arm.
“Y-yes...” she whimpered.
Turning to Macar-Na, Torin-Ka lowered his voice. “If we do this—“
“We will three be bound to one another. I am aware.” Macar-Na leaned over Jayce and tangled his strong fingers in Torin-Ka’s hair. Pulling him closer, the smaller male kissed the king, and a sensation Torin-Ka had never felt before consumed him. It was more than need. More than arousal. It was as if his soul had come alive, a piece of it connected to Macar-Na and an equal piece reaching out for Jayce.
His dick throbbed, and Torin-Ka palmed Jayce’s breast as Macar-Na deepened the kiss. Unlike all the times he’d kissed a female, this was not gentle, but rough and hard, commanding, but with an undercurrent of submission Torin-Ka thrived on. Jayce’s nipple pebbled under his touch, and he pinched the taut nub, causing her to cry out and arch her back, the chains binding her to the wall rattling.
He broke away with a snarl. “She requires your seed, my male. And mine. Go to her.”
Macar-Na shoved his pants down his hips, freeing his cock. Jayce whimpered and stared at the thick rod as he knelt next to her shoulder. “You will suck me, Jayce. While our king makes you come.”
“Can’t,” she whispered, unable to look away from his arousal and the thick bead of his essence that already coated the crown. “Too...big.”
“You will,” Torin-Ka ordered as he stripped out of his own pants and stroked himself until he could take no more. “You will take him in your mouth and me in your pussy, and then you will be ours forever.”
Grabbing her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance as she moaned, and Macar-Na guided his dick to her swollen lips. As soon as she caught the scent of his seed, she opened for him, lifting her head to get closer.
“Oh, God,” she moaned around him, and Macar-Na shuddered and grasped a thick lock of her hair. Torin-Ka breached her tight channel slowly, letting her get used to his size and girth. Every time his second thrust, her entire body clenched and tried to draw his own member deeper, and he obliged.
Soon, he was buried to the hilt. Jayce’s cheeks were flushed, her breasts heaving with each breath, and her pussy slick with need. She moaned when Macar-Na hit the back of her throat, and Torin-Ka leaned his entire body forward so he could cup the back of his second’s neck. The two kissed, letting the passion overtake them as they continued to move inside their mate, until Torin-Ka sensed Macar-Na could not hold on much longer.
Drawing back, he met Jayce’s hooded gaze. “Ready yourself, mate.”
Her eyes widened, and Torin-Ka reached down and flicked the delicate bundle of nerves between her lower lips. Jayce imploded, her channel squeezing him in a vise-like grip as he thrust deep, feeling his release tighten in his balls and shoot through his cock. With his free hand, he grabbed Macar-Na’s ass and dug his fingers into the warrior’s tight cheek. Their connection flared, a bright glow surrounding the three of them as Macar-Na’s release shot down Jayce’s throat.
She sputtered and choked for the briefest of moments, and pure terror flooded Torin-Ka until she swallowed and then started to suck Macar-Na’s cock harder, milking every last drop of his seed even as her channel did the same to him.
He collapsed, along with Macar-Na, one on either side of Jayce, and they each freed one of her wrists, then wrapped her in their arms. She sobbed uncontrollably, but it was not sadness that emanated from her, but satisfaction and relief.
They were now one, and they would remain so forever.
5
Jayce
Warmth surrounded her, and she felt safe and protected as she fought her way out of a deep sleep. And then she blinked hard. Hard, green muscles surrounded her, Macar-Na spooning her from behind, and Torin-Ka facing her, his arms around both of them.
The males woke at the same time, and Torin-Ka’s gaze locked on hers. Jayce gasped when two sets of eyelids blinked one after another—the first closed like curtains, leaving only a small, vertical slit, followed by the second set, which were more human-like.
“What is wrong, Jayce?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep and full of concern.
“I…forgot.” Her cheeks heated, and she tried to force a small bit of distance between them, but he wouldn’t let her go. Macar-Na nuzzled the back of her neck, and her core clenched as his cock hardened between her ass cheeks.
“You will never forget us, mate,” Macar-Na whispered in her ear. “Because you will never be without us again.”
Panic clutched at her heart, and she sucked in a harsh breath. “I can’t…I can’t stay here. What about my home? I don’t even know how long I’ve been here.”
Torin-Ka sat up and pulled her into his lap, and Macar-Na fitted his compact, muscular body against the two of them. “You have been here slightly less than one Earth day. The sun is only now setting over your city.” He lowered his voice. “Your home is in danger, mate. As are the Kivari people. Your people now.”
“The Kivari…aren’t…my people,” Jayce wheezed, but Torin-Ka silenced her with a gentle kiss to her lips.
“They are, my mate. Because I am their king, and Macar-Na their Tactical General. By rights, you are the Royal Consort until we officially declare our mating to the Council of Advisors. After that, you will be the queen.”
She didn’t know how to respond. This was all too much. “I n-need to know what’s happening on Earth.” Looking from Torin-Ka to Macar-Na, Jayce prayed they’d understand, that maybe they’d take her back to her home, and maybe she’d be able to get away.
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