Stowaway

by Elliot Cooper

  Her hand shifted down to stroke firmly over him. For a half second he feared she'd find his member inadequate given his wasn't the thickest or longest by Alphan standards, but the groping squeeze she gave him erased all worries.

  Korsik groaned, and Lox lifted his head from kissing and sucking at Thalia's neck to see her other arm twisted behind her, fondling his bondmate in turn. Then Korsik's cheeks twitched in the way that signaled he was fighting pain. He could feel the discomfort himself this time, though it wasn't concentrated in one area as it must have been for his bondmate. He let her dress fall back into place, worried this was too much for Korsik.

  "Something's wrong?" Thalia's hands stilled, her breathing hitched and quick with arousal.

  "I need to sit," Korsik said grudgingly.

  Thalia grinned, then licked her lips as she turned in the strong arms around her. She unfastened Korsik's pants, freeing his impressive length and culls with deft hands. "Get comfortable."

  Korsik nodded dumbly, then sank back into his chair with a grateful sigh. He stroked his staff, eyes on Thalia as she knelt between his legs and licked over his shaft and fingers. Korsik's hand stilled at the base of his staff, unable to tear his eyes away while Thalia sucked and licked at his corona until she'd worked half of his length into her mouth.

  Lox didn't look away. He unfastened his pants and stroked his leaking staff, grunting in relief as his tesak emerged fully. This was the most beautiful thing he'd seen, and he didn't know if he should participate or watch the play of pleasure over both Korsik's and Thalia's faces.

  Then Thalia flipped her dress up to reveal her round behind and the dark, trimmed curls of her quonum between her thick thighs. Lox couldn't stand idly by. He slipped to his knees behind her and massaged her backside in both hands, loving the little sounds she made in response, muffled by Korsik's staff in her mouth.

  Her heady scent—lightly musky with a hint of sweetness that might have been the remnants of soap—was as arousing as Korsik's rich, masculine spice. He worked his hands down her thighs, basking in her softness, wanting to cover every inch of her with his body. But urgency, raw desire took hold, and he slipped his fingers down to explore the plump lips and delicate folds of her quonum. His fingers dipped into the wet heat that he'd poorly imagined from books he'd read on human sexuality, and Thalia moaned around Korsik, who tilted his head back and groaned, tesak visible. She shifted her thighs apart, arched her body back in need.

  Lox's desires warred for dominance within him: explore with his hands or his aching staff? He teased along her folds, fingers drenched with her arousal, until he found the hard nub of her somo begging for attention. Gentleness was key, he knew, and his hand trembled as he teased, hoping he wasn't being too rough on Thalia in his eagerness.

  The increase of moans, of the rhythmic rocking of her body was enough to tell him she wanted more. Lox toyed with her somo with one hand, pressed his staff between her cheeks to take the edge off the near-painful strain of his hardness, and with his other hand slipped two fingers inside her heat again. Her inner walls were so incredibly soft and wet, so enticing. He imagined what she'd feel like wrapped around him, but feeling her buck back against him while he stroked and fingered her, eyes on his bondmate's debauched face, felt amazing on its own.

  "Please, Lox," Thalia begged with a soft keening whine. She glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes hooded with lust, lips spit slicked and swollen. "Fill me up."

  He obediently pushed his staff down and rubbed his corona between her folds, sighing with pleasure at the new sensations. Unable to resist any longer, he pressed himself against her entrance and thrust forward as Thalia rocked her hips back hard to meet him with a pleasured gasp.

  They rutted wildly, Lox's hands gripping her hips, Thalia's hands clutched in Korsik's. Lox felt his climax build too soon, so he slowed his pace, swiveling his hips gently while buried deep inside Thalia's incredible body. It was similar to sex with Korsik, but different at the same time. She gripped his staff with her quonum and flicked her hips back against him insistently.

  "Not yet," Lox said, his voice a breathy rumble. He gripped her hips more tightly and yanked her back against his strong thighs to hold her still.

  "Come up here, Thalia," Korsik drawled with a smirk. He patted his thigh with one hand and stroked himself with the other. "It's my turn to fill you up."

  A pang of envy struck Lox in a way it hadn't since they'd been trained as youths, before they'd chosen one another as bondmates. He sat back on his heels while Thalia climbed up onto Korsik's lap. She made a show of meeting Lox's eyes and bit her lip as she sank down onto Korsik's thicker, longer shaft. Her eyes slid closed, and she bounced on Korsik's lap, their bodies making an obscene, wet slapping sound together.

  Korsik's hands tugged at the front of her dress until one golden-brown breast was freed, its brown dinap pebbled where it peeked between Korsik's fingers. He worked her other breast out of her clothes and massaged both while Thalia dipped her hand down to toy with herself.

  Lox licked his tesak, then his lips. His staff throbbed with need, and his culls felt just as tight and ready to release as they had when he'd been buried in their new lover.

  "Lox," Thalia moaned his name with the same heated need he felt. "Need you, too."

  "How?" The word was out of his mouth before he noticed two of her fingers sliding in and out of her quonum alongside Korsik's glistening shaft. The mental image took hold, of all three of them together, joined as one.

  "Here." She gestured with her free hand to her quonum.

  He didn't hesitate. Didn't question whether or not they might hurt her by coming together in such a way. Thalia was experienced in the ways of passion with men, where they'd only thought about a few simple ways of sharing passion with a woman, ways mentioned in texts meant to educate, not titillate.

  Thalia stilled as Lox got into position between Korsik's spread legs. He pressed his staff again to her entrance, hummed his pleasure at the feel of Korsik's familiar hardness, then braced as he canted his hips forward, desperate to seat himself alongside his bondmate inside Thalia.

  "This won't work," Korsik said sadly, his fingers rolling and tugging at Thalia's dinap to a fresh chorus of breathy moans. "We can take turns."

  "I've done it before," she insisted, reaching down to help Lox's efforts. She bounced a little, pressed their staffs together, then moaned loud and long when Lox's corona squeezed into her, stretching her quonum anew as he slowly thrust in beside Korsik.

  Lox's breath caught in his chest, a hard knot that radiated outward. His entire body felt like it might explode from the intense, shared pleasure between the three of them. He was afraid to move, afraid to ruin the moment of panting together, staring in awe at both Korsik and Thalia where they rested against one another, brows beaded with sweat.

  "So tight," Korsik groaned in reverence. He kissed at the side of Thalia's neck while one hand shifted down to tease her somo.

  They all moaned as her quonum clenched in response.

  "Bite me. Please," she begged, nearly breathless with need and pleasure.

  Korsik licked her neck, then bit down where the graceful arch met her shoulder, just above her sweater's edge. She sang out in pleasured pain, writhing around both of them. Lox couldn't stand the tension, the need to fully join his bondmate as he began to pump his hips into the tight, wet-hot space they all shared. Thalia had become their center, their core. His skin felt electric when he lurched forward, bracing one knee against the chair's edge, and pierced the other side of her neck with his tesak.

  His release crashed into him with shocking intensity, taking his breath away as his shaft throbbed hard and fast. Korsik and Thalia groaned in unison beneath him, their bodies chasing his release and pressing too tightly against his oversensitive staff. He lifted his head back, stuttered out a halting moan of a breath.

  Thalia reached up to run her messy fingers through the wavy ends of his hair. His braid had long since unraveled, the string he
'd used to tie the end gone.

  He gazed at his sated lovers, his body more relaxed than it had been in years. Strength coursed through him, and something else reflected back from the lazy looks in Korsik and Thalia's lust-drunk eyes.

  "I don't want to go," Thalia mumbled and flexed her quonum around the softening shafts still buried within her.

  "Then stay," Korsik groaned and bucked his hips. His face registered pain and regret for the movement. He bit at his bottom lip, one tesak pressed against his skin. "Stay with us."

  "They don't know I'm gone," she admitted with an apologetic smile. "I don't want them to worry."

  Lox grunted as he eased back to stand apart from his lovers, not understanding why she'd had to sneak away. He licked his lips as he took in the delicious sight of Korsik and Thalia entwined, his thick staff still connecting the two of them. "They would have escorted you here."

  "They were … busy reuniting." She grinned, then laughed lightly as she carefully shifted on Korsik's lap. A sad whine escaped her throat as they separated, then she launched herself at Lox, pressing her full breasts against him. "We should do the same while we bathe."

  Lox's bright smile took him by pleasant surprise. She wanted more. Wanted them. He could feel it in the tentative bond they'd just formed. A subtle sensation added to his and Korsik's desires, but definitely real. With time they could strengthen it. He ran his fingers through the soft curls at the base of her neck, sliding his hand up to cup the back of her head affectionately.

  Angry, pounding knocks at the door stole his attention from his warm, happy thoughts and the woman in his arms. He clung to her on impulse, subconsciously afraid of someone snatching her away.

  Chapter Six

  "Who is it?" Lox shouted at the door, muscles taut, ready for a fight.

  "Vall!"

  "Just a moment!" Lox called back and hurriedly hid himself back inside his pants.

  Thalia frantically turned away from him and made herself presentable again, face flushed hot all over again. Her hands were a mess, and there were wet spots on her clothes and in her hair. She was sure blood had trickled down both sides of her neck, but she was afraid to look or touch to find out. How could something that had felt so perfect, so right, feel suddenly so shameful and embarrassing?

  It had to be the idea of being caught in the act, or right after the act. She hadn't wanted to be done, hadn't wanted to leave yet, but more time must have passed than she'd realized. And now she'd have to leave with Vall while she looked and smelled exactly like she'd just had incredible sex. She frowned while Korsik tucked his handsome cock away and pushed himself to stand after grabbing his cane.

  Assured everyone was covered modestly, Lox opened the door. "If you're looking for Thalia, she's here. She's safe."

  "Thalia!" Vall cried out, his voice caught somewhere between abject relief and fatherly consternation.

  She took a few steps toward the door as Vall barreled in, self-conscious about how her not-so-secret visit would look to her friend in the face of obvious evidence of what had just happened. Their relationship was still new, and the Alphan culture kept challenging her sense of normalcy. But, underneath it all, she'd acted on impulse and hadn't considered leaving a note in case her friends discovered she'd gone. "I didn't mean to make you worry, I'm sorry! I was going to come back before you… I'm sorry."

  "I'm glad you're all right," Vall said, looking among the three of them. He shook his head. "We thought the Purists had taken you. I meant to rally Korsik and Lox to bring you back."

  "Thankfully, that's not necessary," Korsik said.

  "Summer is worried sick. Please come back with me, Thalia. I want her to see you're unharmed." Vall's concern for his bondmate added more guilt to Thalia's mistake.

  "Of course," she said with a nod. She reached up to touch at the side of her neck, the puncture wounds still tender and damp. The sense memory of the intense flood of arousal that came from being bitten was too fresh to be enjoyed in mixed company. She didn't want to leave, but she had to. Even though she was a sticky mess.

  "Korsik. Lox. You're welcome to join us for a meal," Vall added.

  "We shouldn't—"

  "Good," Korsik said, cutting off what sounded like a protest from Lox. "I know Lox wasn't interested, but I want to hear about your victory."

  Vall's shoulders straightened, his stance becoming proud and powerful. Thalia smiled at the instant change, and she was grateful the focus of the conversation had been taken away from her. Although it didn't seem Vall was at all bothered by her engaging in intimacy with his friends, regardless of how convinced they were their peers saw them as inferiors.

  "Excellent," Vall said and gestured for them to follow him outside. "I'll give you all a ride. Glyn will be delighted to have you both."

  It was a very short trip back to Vall's home in his and Glyn's personal craft. Thalia wanted to excuse herself immediately to the bathroom, but when the four of them entered the house, Summer rushed at her and crushed her with a tearful hug.

  "Don't ever do that to me again!" she cried, pulling back to look up at Thalia, hands on her upper arms. "We were so worried!"

  "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry … I wasn't thinking clearly," Thalia said. She knew her apology probably wouldn't be enough, but she hoped she hadn't ruined their friendship with her desire-driven escapade.

  "Couldn't keep your tesak to yourself, could you?" The unfamiliar, reedy voice came from the next room.

  Thalia looked up to see two stocky Alphans lean against the doorframe to the sitting room beyond the foyer, arms crossed. Their simple vests put the bulging muscles of their pecs and arms on full display. Even Glyn wasn't so breathtakingly massive.

  "What are you doing here, Javek? Belten?" Lox growled, bristling to make himself look as large as possible.

  "We invited them to help us rescue Thalia," Glyn said.

  "I didn't need rescuing," Thalia blurted out, hoping to help defuse the rising tension she could feel buzzing in the air. The last thing she wanted to witness was a fight between Alphans. Least of all her Alphans. They had nothing to prove in her eyes.

  "It looks like you do," Javek said, his tone smooth as he sauntered up to Lox and smirked. "Didn't want her to meet real men, did you? Wanted to keep her all to yourselves?"

  "She came to us," Lox ground out, tilting his head in close to Javek in what looked like a challenge.

  "After you tricked her, no doubt." Javek huffed a humored sound and shifted his gaze to Thalia. "Don't you want to know what real Alphan warriors are like, Thalia? You don't have to settle for these useless cowards. We can show you—"

  "You've shown me enough, asshole!" Thalia shouted and stepped up to stand between Lox and Korsik. She knew real warriors weren't all like the bulky bastard before her. Vall and Glyn and even Officer Aron were proof of that. "I'm not interested. I claim these men. Lox and Korsik. End of discussion."

  Korsik took her hand, and she realized she was vibrating with rage. She couldn't win a fight against Javek, if he'd even be allowed to try to fight her. But she knew it would be a bad idea to take a swing at him, no matter how much he provoked her or her men.

  My men. She liked the sound of that.

  "You heard her," Korsik said, sounding bored in spite of the firm grip on Thalia's hand.

  "She's made her choice," Vall said. "If you can't accept it, you should leave."

  Javek mumbled something to his bondmate in Alphan. Belten grunted in response, then leveled a glare at the other Alphans present. The two of them made for the door, shouldering past Korsik.

  Korsik stood firm, leaning on his cane to keep from being shoved into Thalia.

  "Idiots," Belten spat as he left with Javek.

  Glyn closed the door tightly behind them, then turned and clapped his hands together, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Who's ready for roast and a story?"

  "I need to clean up first," Thalia said. She touched the small of Lox's back, hoping to soothe him. All of the relax
ation they'd wrought in him together had fled, replaced with angry tension. His scowl had returned, full force. "But I'll be right back."

  "I have a robe you can wear," Summer said, and took Thalia's hand, leading her away from the men. Her small hand trembled in Thalia's as they headed upstairs.

  "You don't know what you've done," Summer said as soon as they were in the master bedroom. She pulled a silky lavender robe with lace trim from the inside of her wardrobe's door.

  "I followed my instincts. I … I've never felt anything like what I feel around them. With them," Thalia said. Certainly Summer would understand what she meant and where she was coming from.

  "I know. But you should've acted more diplomatically, offered to give all suitors a chance. We could've used the party, even if you weren't really interested in anyone else. Those two, Javek and Belten, they're dangerous. Rule breakers. It's the only reason they haven't been allowed to go to Earth to find their own human mate. Their honor is questionable." Summer handed Thalia the robe, then plucked at the edges of the sweater where it settled around Thalia's shoulders. "Well, it looks like you didn't get blood on your sweater. You can wear it over or under the robe for tonight. We'll get Glyn and Vall to wash everything tomorrow."

  "I'm not afraid of them. Not when I have Korsik, Lox, Vall, and Glyn standing with me." Thalia smiled, trying to convey her confidence to her friend, but the sentiment wasn't catching.

  Summer twisted her hands together, looking close to tears again. "That's the thing you don't understand. Vall and Glyn … they can't go to battle for you if Javek and Belten challenge Lox and Korsik's claim on you."

  "It's my claim on them," Thalia insisted.

  "That's not how the government will see it." Summer shook her head. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Or to my other friends. But I think we should have the party anyway, try to smooth things over."

  "You want me to lie?" That didn't feel right, not anymore. She'd had enough of pretending to feel something she didn't, and she'd promised herself she wouldn't fake her feelings again. Her brows furrowed. No. "I won't do that. I can't. Not about my feelings."