“It’s the Karn’alian way. More so with the Cyborgs, Ava. If I die in combat, one of my comrades will step in and take care of you, provide for you, protect you.” He looked so calm, so collected, that it was hard for her to see what he was thinking. “It is required that we do it once. Only once.” For a brief moment, he allowed his true feelings to show. “Because I don’t think I could bear it if I had to share you every night.”
She took a step toward him.
He warded her off with a shake of his head. “I need your answer.”
Did she really have any other choice? Tristan gave her incredible pleasure. He was gentle, he was considerate. The heat they generated was unbelievable. Could she really allow another man to take his place? The thought was repulsive to her. She didn’t want any other man. She wanted him and him alone.
“More than anything else in this world,” she began softly, walking toward him, “I want to be your mate.” Her hands crept around his neck. “Only you, Tristan. Nobody else.” She touched her lips to his. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
Something close to relief flickered in his face. “Then it’s done. You’re mine, Ava.”
Ava buried her face in his chest. “Same goes for you. You’re all mine.” She burrowed closer to the warmth of his body. “This ritual, when does it happen?”
“Right now.”
Moisture pooled in her lower belly, rendering her limbs useless. She leaned into him, already aroused at the thought. “Have you decided who?”
He groaned and tunneled his fingers through her hair. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. But I swear on my life, that I will do everything in my power to make you happy, Ava.”
Happiness took root in her heart. “You already make me happy, Tristan.”
Cupping her buttocks, he pulled her up against his already stiff cock. He led her to the bed, stripping her of her clothes. When she was naked, he bent and tongued her nipple. Her breath hitched in her throat. She pulled him closer, loving the push and pull of his mouth, getting unbearably aroused. But all too soon, he stepped back. Shaking, 112
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she tried to remain still as he opened a drawer. The desire coursing through her blended thick and fast in her bloodstream. She had no resistance to the feeling. She was already wet. There was no hiding that fact from him.
He had a black silk cloth in his hand when he turned back to her. “Turn around.”
A rush of excitement swelled inside her. She bit her lip as he wrapped the cloth around her eyes and blindfolded her.
“Tristan?”
“Trust me.” His voice was low and gentle. “This is all for you, Ava. I want to make this as special as I can.”
She shivered as he knotted the cloth securely. Cool air whispered over her skin, tightening her nipples and sparking an almost unbearable ache in her pussy. The door swished open. Her head came up.
“Who’s here?” she asked in a whisper, her voice trembling with anticipation. Cool lips touched her nape. “It’s all right. Just relax.”
She melted against Tristan, loving his familiar touch. The rough pads of his fingers slid down her side, coming to a stop on her hips. She jumped as a new set of hands drifted over her breasts, lightly brushing her nipples. She moaned. “Tristan?”
His low, sensuous voice rasped from somewhere beside her. “I’m right here.”
A pair of hands settled lightly on the curve of her waist. She instinctively knew it wasn’t Tristan. It felt different. They drifted down to her mound, catching some of her moisture in a quick swipe.
She whimpered. Flames licked wherever they touched her body. It was tortuous to stand there and absorb the sensations brought about by so many fingers. Her feelings were heightened by being blindfolded and not seeing who was touching her. She didn’t know what to expect or what was coming. She succumbed to the feeling of total helplessness that was assailing her. Total surrender, that’s what she was giving them. She was surrendering to the pleasure the two of them would give her. Somebody—perhaps Tristan?—guided her to lie down on the bed. Heart hammering, she lay quiescent and expectant, waiting for what was surely to come. When it came, it was where she hardly expected it to originate. A firm set of lips kissed her feet, laving her toes with soft licks.
Ava inhaled sharply. She never knew how erotic it was to have her toes sucked. She moaned and shifted on the bed.
“Don’t move.” Tristan’s harsh order came over her head. She looked up, tilting her face toward the sound, seeking him. He laughed softly, taking her wrists in each of his hands, pulling them over her head, wrapping her fingers around the thick headboard.
“Hold on to that.”
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sheets restlessly, opening them wide. A very pleased, very male laugh reached her ears before a damp tongue swooped between her slick folds and sought her clit. Ava reared off the bed, the touch electrifying her. She moaned, not in the least satisfied. The moan turned into a gasp when her nipples were pulled, teeth gently raking over the sensitive tips. Her pussy was not spared, the stiff clit laved over and over again by a delightfully rough tongue.
“Amazing,” a masculine voice exclaimed. “Her pussy is indeed hot.”
She flushed, vaguely recognizing the voice. But her senses whirled dizzily, bombarded on two fronts. She almost let go of the headboard, momentarily forgetting Tristan’s instruction to hold on. After one particularly tender bite on her clit, she gasped, only to feel a very thick, very erect cock nudge her lips. Her senses whirled—
she didn’t know who’d taken possession of her pussy or whose cock was at her lips. She no longer cared.
With a soft moan, she opened her lips. The cock was huge, the tip broad and warm as she enveloped it in her mouth. Spurred on by the grunt of pleasure at her action, she applied herself to pleasuring the cock. With her tongue, she licked it up and down, pausing to savor the thick vein that pulsed from the base of the shaft. A big hand pillowed her head, raising her slightly for a better angle. He fed her the cock as deep as she could take it. Again and again, the cock swelled even more inside her mouth. Ava was no longer aware of her surroundings. All she could focus on was the pleasure they were giving her, assaulting her senses without mercy. A pair of callused hands pushed her legs wide apart, a warm male body settling in between. His tongue was a weapon for which she had no resistance. He was a master at licking and exploring her tender, giving pussy.
She’d never had so much attention given to her breasts. They were pulled and tugged in an erotic massage. The tips were highly sensitive to the slightest touch. They were heavy and tingling from being kneaded and caressed, shaped and squeezed. So much was happening at once, she couldn’t take it anymore. With a small scream, she tore her lips from the cock as she came. On and on it went, until the violent tremors subsided and she was left gasping for air. Limp and weak, she slumped back on the bed.
The mattress dipped as the men shifted. Somebody picked her up and positioned her on top of a warm body. She trembled, still reeling from the aftershock. A tortured moan was wrung from her as a thick cock pushed its way inside her pussy, slipping all the way to her womb in one stroke. Her mind spun. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure? A soft whimper of protest hovered on her lips. The huge cock inside her was barely moving.
A harsh breath was expelled loudly beneath her. “It’s…too hot,” a male voice gasped. It was moments later before he moved inside her. With deliberate movements, the cock went in and out, deeper and deeper, each time a little harder. “I’ve never had a pussy this hot.”
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In the next moment, Ava lost her breath as she felt something cold and slippery applied to her rear. She froze
as one, then two fingers worked the thick substance around and inside, their entrance made easy by the lubrication. Before long, she’d accepted their entire length, stretched and slippery. But too quickly, they were gone. She gasped as she felt the broad tip of a cock working its way inside the tight ring of muscle. “Ohhhh.”
The blindfold covering her eyes was pulled off. Trapped between two male bodies, Ava looked down to see Logan under her. His face was twisted with pleasure, his hands anchoring her hips. She looked over her shoulder and met Tristan’s hot gaze. The head of his cock finally slipped in and she cried out at the intense pleasure that followed the momentary pain. “Tristan!”
Inch by tormenting inch, he worked his cock inside her ass until he was all the way in. She sucked in her breath with a sharp hiss, feeling utterly possessed. “Tristan,” she whimpered.
“By the Gods, Ava, it feels so good,” he rasped, wrapping his arms around her and seeking the jiggling mounds of her breasts.
In unison, Tristan and Logan began to move. Thrusting in and out, adopting a rhythm that drove her insane. Throwing her head back, she panted. She was no longer her own person, but an instrument of pleasure for the two men. It was exhilarating to be the center of such torrid attention, every thrust a push toward the edge, toward the approaching precipice.
With a gentle touch, Tristan drew her hair over her shoulder and kissed her shoulder. A stark contrast to his escalating strokes. She heard animal-like noises echoing in the room and realized it was her.
“Tris, I’m not going to last long,” Logan grunted, tunneling his cock deep in her pussy.
In response, Tristan tugged her hair and angled her face for his kiss. He fucked her with little gentleness, his hips slamming against her buttocks with mind-numbing intensity, again and again.
Her orgasm, when it came, hit her with such force that she tore her lips from his and screamed. “Tristan!” Huge waves of pleasure slammed into her as she shuddered violently. She was only dimly aware of Logan pumping his seed into her. But it was Tristan she was aware of. She knew the exact moment he stiffened behind her and uttered a soft curse as his cock clenched inside her ass. Tears came to her eyes at the immense combination of pleasure and pain that streaked through her body, centering on where her body was joined with Tristan’s. Exhausted, she slumped back against him as he shifted, lifting her off Logan. The slide of the other man’s cock out of her pussy made her shiver with remembered pleasure. She moaned as Tristan slipped out of her ass and he laid them down on the bed.
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fell on Ava. “He tried to warn me that your pussy was—unusual. I regret I will only have the privilege to feel it this once.” He ran his hand down her cheek before he left as silently as he came in.
Tristan leaned over her. “Are you all right?” he asked with gentle concern when they were finally alone.
Although she was sure her cheeks were red, it really was too late to feel embarrassed. The pleasure she had derived from the experience was proof that she had enjoyed it. “I’m wonderful.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He pushed a damp tendril behind her ear.
“Although I must warn you, I will not do that again.” His arms tightened around her.
“You’re mine, Ava. I couldn’t bear it if I had to share you all the time.”
The possessiveness in his tone didn’t bother her, instead she reveled in it. “It was fun tonight.” She kissed the corner of his lips. “But I don’t think I’d want to do it on a regular basis either.” She frowned. “This ritual thing, I don’t have to reciprocate by sharing you with another woman, do I?” Her tone clearly indicated she wouldn’t find any pleasure in that.
A pleased grin parted his lips. “No, you don’t have to share me.” He drew back and looked at her with concern. “Are you sure about this, Ava? My life is not an easy one. I will be sent out on missions frequently, to faraway places. I don’t want you to regret being my mate.” His eyes clouded. “I wouldn’t like it, but I would understand if you would rather stay with your father and get to know him.”
Ava couldn’t believe this big, strong Cyborg of hers was showing a rare moment of insecurity. “My father and I have a lifetime to get to know each other. I want to stay with you, Tristan. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She kissed him. A feeling of love welled up in her chest, threatening to bubble over. Her eyes memorized his strong, handsome features and her heart melted. “I’m so glad you found me.”
His face was somber. “You were meant for me. How else can you explain that I found you on a world millions of miles away from Karn’al?”
The light of love shone brightly in his eyes, there for her—for anybody—to see. Her life had taken a turn for the better. Pleasure Planet seemed a thousand miles away, her lonely existence just a memory. Kell was now the heir to a kingdom. Her brother had shown remarkable courage and strength facing the changes in their life. His relationship with Killian was guarded and wary, but Ava was positive that would change soon. Already she could see a tentative bond forming between them all. As for her, she found love with her very own Cyborg, a warrior sworn to protect and love her all the rest of their days.
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About the author
Beverly Havlir writes her books surrounded by plush pink and white heart-shaped pillows and soft, sexy music playing in the background. She plots her stories dressed in sheer, silky lingerie while eating bonbons and sipping champagne. Now for a dash of reality…
After running around doing totally unglamorous chores all day, Beverly writes at night when all is quiet and she is (at last!) alone. Exhaustion disappears as soon as she sits down in front of her computer, doing what she loves best: writing stories that bring women’s fantasies to life.
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