Alarr
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I stared, transfixed by this female who was mine. Ass up, head down, Whitney rested on her forearms, her breasts lush and heavy with her taut nipples brushing the bed.
And her pussy… all pink and wet, swollen from Teig’s mouth. Her entrance winked at me… both of them.
I would claim that ass, would sink every inch of my cock nice and deep. Not now, but soon. She’d have to be prepared, so lost in how we made her feel that it would be easy the first time.
I cupped her core with my palm, felt the heat of her, then slid two fingers inside. They gained entrance easily. She was wet. Swollen. Hot to the touch. Her gorgeous dark skin a stark contrast to my pale hand. I watched my touch slide over her ass, in and out of her pussy, like a male hypnotized. Never had I imagined a female so perfect. So round and soft and responsive.
She was mine. My perfect match. And as grateful as I was to Teig and Oran for protecting her, caring for her, claiming her, she was mine. I would be hers, her rock, her protector, her world. I would be the bedrock of our family. I would fuck her first, claim her greedy pussy, her pleasure.
“You’re mine, Whitney. Mine.”
Pushing her pussy wide, I worked my cock into her wet heat an inch at a time. In and out, I moved slowly as I watched her stretch open for me, watched my cock disappear.
She clawed at the bedding, her soft whimper of pleasure driving me out of my mind. I was on the edge at once. I was beyond ready to come inside her, my balls aching to be emptied, my cock so hard it hurt. The only relief I’d find would be spilling deep inside her wet heat, filling her with my seed, listening to her scream.
Only when I was balls deep, my thighs pressed into the back of hers, did I still. Fuck, she felt so good. Her inner walls clenching and squeezing to get used to me. Her fingers gripped and released the bedding as she rocked against me, fucking me. Taking me like she’d die if I didn’t move. Her need made my body tense, the instinct to respond, to give her what she demanded, riding me hard. I grit my teeth with a growl, holding back.
“Good, mate?” It was so good I could come just like this.
My pre-cum dripped from me, coated her insides, and I waited for it to take effect.
Her body arched off the bed, and she rubbed her nipples back and forth across the bedding. Teig reached beneath her and cupped one breast in his hand. Playing her body as I fucked her slowly, rubbing my pre-cum all over the inner walls of her core. Her mouth fell open, her head dropped, and she moaned. Teig wasted no time and pulled her lips to his, claiming her mouth.
A hot wave of her heated arousal coated my cock, my thighs. And that was just her reaction to a small amount of pre-cum.
I began to move, gripping her hips to shift her as I wanted, I circled where we were joined with my thumb, coating her tight tissue in her juices. I brought that to her ass, to the hole I would claim as mine. I’d fill her with my cock later, breach that sweet ass during the formal claiming. Once this mission was over, I would have her know the pleasure found in anal play.
Her body was pliant enough that it barely resisted my intrusion for a moment before I slipped my thumb inside.
“Alarr!” she cried. Oh, yes, I could imagine the sound of my name on her lips as I worked my thick cock inside her tight ass…
Teig grinned and lifted her shoulders onto his chest so he could kiss her and play with her body at the same time. I watched their tongues duel, knew when Teig pleased her for her pussy would spasm around my cock, clamping down on me like a fist.
I was going to come. Caution be damned. Alternating in and out motions of my cock and thumb, I took her body hard, the way I needed to. Teig reached beneath her, and I knew the second he found her clit, for her inner walls moved in waves, her moans swallowed by Teig’s mouth.
She came, beautifully lost in her pleasure as I felt it. I followed, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine.
She didn’t stop coming for long minutes, her pleasure didn’t waver with the Seed Power soaking into her system. Her orgasm seemed never-ending. I pulled out, tipped her onto her side as she writhed and moaned, Teig holding her, keeping her grounded, stroking her back and ass, whispering how beautiful she was.
Thank the gods I was not alone to care for her. I could barely think, barely see for the strength of the orgasm I’d just had. My balls were empty, for now. It was all in Whitney, slipping from her, coating her, seeping into her with the newfound connection shared between mates.
Seed Power.
I dropped to the bed, and Teig had to push me out of the way so he could settle her on her back and get between her thighs. With his hands on either side of her head, he watched her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breath ragged, as if she’d run a mile.
“Do you want more, mate?” Teig whispered. He wouldn’t fuck her unless she wanted it. The Seed Power and several orgasms may be too much for her. Two cocks might be too much for her, at least this first time. Soon, she’d be satisfying the three of us at once.
But we’d take it slow. Earth humans were not designed for the bonding chemicals in our bodies, and we didn’t want to break her.
“It doesn’t stop,” she said. “Will it ever stop?”
“Not with three mates,” Teig told her.
Her laughter filled our hut, and I didn’t know her well enough to determine if the laughter was pleased or mortified.
The sound turned to a moan as I stroked her shoulders, Teig gently running his hands up and down her stomach, her thighs. We were offering comfort, nothing more, not unless she…
“More, please. I need more!” She gripped Teig’s uniform and yanked him down.
He laughed, kissing her.
He didn’t strip, didn’t waste time when our mate was so needy. He opened his pants, nudged her knees wide, and fucked her.
“Yes!” she cried, her thighs going to his hips, holding him deep.
“Oh, fuck, you’re perfect,” Teig said. He began to fuck her then, her cries of satisfaction spurring him on, making my cock hard again.
I was pleased, not just with how incredible she was, how perfect the match, but that my life—our lives—were now irrevocably changed. This was our new norm. A mate to keep satisfied. To protect and cherish. To fuck until we were all mindless and sated. I had a home now. A real family. A mate to build our lives around. I had a reason to keep fighting, something real and precious to live for.
Whitney.
But as I watched Teig claim her, make her come again and then fill her with his seed, I realized the moment wasn’t perfect. Oran wasn’t here. He was off working the mission.
Whitney’s cries went silent as Teig held himself still, buried deep, searching for the will and strength to pull his cock from the heaven of her body. I knew that battle, and the temptation to stay buried deep was strong.
He lifted his head, and our gazes met. “She’s unconscious, Alarr. Did we go too far?” The concern in his voice was real, and I carefully studied our mate.
She looked relaxed. Serene. Her breathing was steady, her soft skin glowing. The grin on her face made the ache in my chest ease. She was content. Sated. “She looks well-pleased. We will watch over her. Let her sleep.”
Teig grunted and pulled his cock free to strip off his clothes and lie down on the bed behind her. “Gods, Alarr. Her taste is addictive. I want her again.” He ran his hand over her large breast, the curve of her waist, her round ass. She was soft and lush. Feminine. Perfect.
“As do I, but she is human. You know what the matching protocol says. Our Seed Power will have a strong effect on her body. We must tend to her, take her often, but not give her too much at once.”
“Not even if she begs?” Teig chuckled, settling down and pulling her back to his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist, staking his claim on our female.
His grin was contagious, and I realized he was as pleased with her as I. “We protect her, Teig. Even from herself.”
“Gods be da
mned, Alarr, you are always spoiling my fun,” Teig complained, but I knew his words were in jest. He would never endanger our mate, nor would Oran.
I joined them, moving close to our mate and pulling the soft sheet up to cover all three of us. She sighed and reached for me, settling one leg on mine and wrapping her arm around my waist.
“She knows us already, even in sleep.” Teig sounded as if the fact were a miracle. Perhaps it was. Her actions made my heart ache in a way I’d never felt before as I laced my fingers with hers and placed her hand over the aching organ.
“She is beautiful. Perfect. We must get her out of here as quickly as possible. We can’t protect her here.”
“Agreed.” And for once, Teig had no sarcastic comment to add.
I listened to her steady breathing as Teig, too, surrendered to sleep. Oran was out there now, searching for more information on the weapons we’d discovered a few short hours ago. We’d documented the find and uploaded the vid feed to I.C. command. Helion should be pleased we were making progress. But even though we knew where the weapons were being stored, we had no idea who had placed them there.
We had the weapons but no suspect. Not yet. Which meant one of us had to be on surveillance every moment of every day until someone came to move them.
As for Whitney, she’d rest and recover, and we’d watch over her. But we couldn’t take her as a trio, as her three mates at once, until the weapons smugglers were identified. Until we were done with the mission and back on Battleship Zeus.
The thought made me more determined than ever to get this mission over and done. I’d lie, cheat, steal, and bribe my way to the truth. Anything. I’d do anything to protect my mate. Anything at all.
When it came to Whitney, I had no honor, no race, no outside loyalty. Not anymore. Nothing mattered but protecting her.
5
Whitney
* * *
I woke with strong arms wrapped around my waist and Teig’s firm heat along my back. Under my cheek, Alarr’s heart beat a slow, steady rhythm that was more soothing than any spa music back home. The sound made my limbs languid, and every sore and aching place in my body feel more alive than ever in the past.
Skin on skin, we were all naked, the warmth from my mates, making the soft sheet covering me more for psychological comfort than necessity. I doubted a warm, sleepy kitten felt this good, and I smiled to myself as I took my time to stir, absorbing the moment. These were my mates now. This was how I would wake every morning for the rest of my life.
This was my life.
Opening my eyes, I blinked and discovered Oran sitting in a chair across the room, fully clothed, watching us with a possessive gleam in his eyes I was already coming to recognize. I’d seen it as Alarr and Teig looked at me. I’d only met Oran briefly, but his desire for me was obvious.
“Good morning, Whitney.”
His voice, that rumble… how could I want that voice whispering dirty things to me, too? How had I become so greedy to want—perhaps need—three mates? I’d been content to leave Earth for just one, but now… nothing less than Alarr, Teig, and Oran combined would do.
“Good morning.” Moving to lift my head, I smiled at Alarr’s grumble of protest and the tightening of Teig’s arm around my waist. Oran rose, apparently not amused. Jealousy at their possessiveness? While we’d been fucking and sleeping without him, Oran been doing his job. And now, they didn’t want to give me up.
“The queen is here to meet our female, and you two have been summoned by the three kings,” Oran snapped. His patience was obviously over. “Get moving.”
What?
“The queen? What queen?” I asked, trying to extract myself from Alarr and Teig. They grumbled but moved off the bed. I didn’t know which way to look, to the right and Alarr’s taut—naked—ass or to the left and Teig’s. They were just as glorious from the back as they were from the front.
The ass views were great, but a queen? Maybe I was dreaming. He did not just say…
“Queen Leah,” Oran said with a nod. “The three kings are with her.” He looked from Alarr, who tugged on some pants, to me. “She arrived an hour ago, Whitney. She’s from Earth, like you. Matched and mated, like you. As soon as she received word of your transport to Viken, she insisted on meeting you.”
“All three kings are here?” Alarr asked, his tone of voice making me shiver with dread. Why I had no idea, but there seemed to be more to the conversation than I understood. Perhaps it would simply take time for me to learn the nuances of their communication. The only way Alarr, Teig, and I had really spent any time speaking since I’d gotten here was with our bodies.
Hard cocks were great communicators for what the guys wanted. But this wasn’t about sex. Alarr was getting dressed, not staying naked. The NPU Warden Egara had injected before transport was great. I understood everything, but still, there were always non-verbal looks. Slang. Hidden meaning in everything that was said. It didn’t matter what language was being spoken, I wasn’t from Viken.
“Yes.” He held Alarr’s gaze. “King Drogan and I will stay with our mates while the others have requested a meeting with you two.”
Teig groaned. “Tell me the kings don’t know Helion.”
I frowned, studying them. Was Hell on Viken called Helion instead? Were these kings mean and planned to send my mates there? If so, why?
Alarr was now fully dressed. I knelt on the bed, the sheet covering me as I took in their conversation as best I could. I was sure I looked a mess, my hair a wild tangle from… yeah, the dried cum sticking to the inside of my thighs was a blatant reminder.
“They do.” Oran walked toward me, leaned over, and ran his fingertips along my cheek and lips. “You are glowing, mate. I assume Alarr and Teig took care of you last night?”
I blushed. Again. This one got under my skin in a big way. Did he have no manners? Making me look him in the eye and talk about having sex with other males?
“Answer me, mate. Did you feel their Seed Power? I have heard it is powerful with just one mate, but with three, it will be remarkably intense.”
“She passed out,” Alarr shared.
Oh. My. God. I looked to Alarr, giving him a murderous glare, but he only grinned.
“So, they pleasured you well.” Oran studied me. “Or did they leave you hungry for more? Did you beg for release?” His gaze held me captive as Alarr and Teig stilled, apparently waiting for my response. Did they doubt how much they’d pleased me?
“I…” Shit. What was I supposed to say? “I don’t remember if I begged or not.”
Oran stood to his full height, his head lifting as he burst into laughter. “Very good, then. When I make you beg later, I promise you will remember every moment.” When his laughter faded, Alarr leaned down and placed a kiss on top of my head, his touch soft as if we’d woken like this a thousand times before, and he was saying goodbye for the day.
Oran looked at Teig, who was still naked, arms crossed over his chest. How did men have conversations with their cocks hanging out? And hard, because wow, Teig was definitely hard.
“You always take the longest to get ready, pretty boy. Move.” Oran snapped his fingers. Man, he was bossy. God, the other two had been pretty dominant, but Oran? My pussy clenched with anticipation at what he planned to do with me when he made me beg.
Oh shit. My nipples pebbled.
“The kings are waiting. While they brought their mate here to meet Whitney, they plan to avail themselves of the resort’s amenities. They can’t do that until the queen has completed her task.”
“Fuck, Oran. You’re serious.” Teig grumbled as he made his way to the bathing room, where I heard the sounds of water similar to the shower in my apartment. “The kings will not want to wait long.”
Wait long for what? And was he taking a shower? I hadn’t even had time to investigate the plumbing around here. I hoped they had hot water and scented soaps. Oil for my hair. Shit. I had no idea what I’d be dealing with for personal grooming. I’
d just wanted to get off Earth. I never really thought of whether they had a Target or a department store makeup counter. Did they even have makeup? Did women use product in their hair, on their faces? Did they moisturize? Deep oil treatment? Manicures? Did they have perfume? Oh, God, please say the females on Viken shaved. I groomed down there, and obviously, Teig and Alarr had seen it, Teig very closely. They hadn’t commented, but maybe because I was from Earth and they thought me different?
I should have been paying attention yesterday, looking for other females, instead of snuggling into Alarr’s big, brawny muscles when he carried me here.
“I don’t have any clothes.” The protest left my lips before I thought to stop it. “Teig cut my only dress off of me last night.”
Oran flicked his gaze toward the bathroom but said nothing.
I was not going to meet the queen of their planet in a rumpled, cut up dress! How many safety pins would it need to stay together? And then, of course, the queen would know what we’d done. A cut dress? God, it had been hot, but now, in the daylight and in front of the woman that ran the freaking planet? Embarrassing!
And, I was not going outside of this house/building/structure… whatever it was called here, without a shower.
Not happening.
A woman had to have standards. I didn’t care if this Queen Leah was from Hollywood or a Kansas farm, I was not facing her smelling like hours of hot, sweaty sex, and Viken seed.
Oran’s attention was back on me, his gaze more intense than lasers. “Don’t worry, mate. I took note of your curves and brought you something appropriate to wear.” He walked to the table and lifted a beautifully decorated dress, soft, gauzy fabric covered in lace and decorated with several of the sweetly scented flowers we’d passed yesterday.
“You brought me something?” I sat, pulling the sheet up higher to cover my bare breasts. Oran was intense, and even though I’d had my mind blown by my other two mates last night, Oran had not touched me beyond the briefest of contact. Not yet. Being naked in front of him felt... like foreplay.
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