Moonlight Mist: A Limited Edition Collection of Fantasy & Paranormal)

by Nicole Morgan

  He gently stroked her sides, sucking her neck. Soft whimpers of desire escaped her.

  Riodan rolled Zayda on top of him. She sat there looking down into his passion filled face. Zayda reached up. Tugging open the closure of her jumper.

  She saw Riodan gasp, eyes locking on her breasts as her nipples tightened in the cold air. Inch by inch she exposed her luscious purple skin. His dick hardened under her, and she rubbed against it, eliciting a groan of desire. Taunting him, she weaved, letting her breasts dangle tantalizingly above him.

  Begging for his mouth, his touch.

  With a growl, he reached up to touch her beckoning flesh. His hands cupped her bountiful breasts. Suddenly Piele was there, behind her. Piele pushed her jumper down to pool at her waist, exposing more skin. She shivered at the temperature, and with desire.

  “Mate,” Piele whispered against her skin.

  “Mates,” Zayda repeated the word.

  “Mate.” Riodan agreed as his hands explored the softness of Zayda’s breasts. Cupping them affectionately, he ran his thumbs across the tips grunting as she arched into his hands whimpering. He gently began plucking at her sensitive nipples causing little sounds of pleasure to escape from her.

  Zayda’s looked down Riodan’s powerful chest. Well defined muscles rolled beneath her, a man accustomed to physical work. Her hands wanted to dance across them, feel them, her lips wanted to taste them. It was hard to focus, with Piele’s hands dancing across her skin, so gentle, yet eliciting such heat with each touch.

  For almost a standard week the brathas had overwhelmed her with ecstasy and she didn’t get a chance to explore their gorgeous bodies.

  That wasn’t going to happen this time.

  She removed Riodan’s hands from her breasts stretching them out above his head. Leaning over him with his mouth in perfect position to lick her nipples. He understood the command, his mouth gently closing over her nipple. Zayda shivered at the touch of Riodan’s tongue against her sensitive points.

  She didn’t let herself be distracted by the pleasure originating in her breasts, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She was going to taste her mates all over this time.

  Zayda swept her hands down Riodan’s body, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. He was built just how she liked her males.

  Strong with flowing sculpted muscles. Her hands paused at his pecs, with each flick of his tongue, she mirrored the action with her finger against his peeked nubs, moaning at the shivers of pleasure coursing through them both. Piele tightened his grip grinding against her back.

  She moaned at their mutual pleasure as it swept through her. She slowly pulled her nipple from his warm mouth, whimpering as the cold air hit her sensitized skin. She wanted the other nipple to receive the same touch, but her desire to taste him won out. Bending lower, she nipped at his neck, kissing her way down. Soon her mouth followed the path her hands had blazed.

  Licking.

  Sucking.

  Biting.

  She left her mark on her mate’s body. Zayda continued to nibble her way down Riodan’s body. Though her attention was on him, her body was aware of Piele stroking her back. His hands running over her skin along her spine. Creating a trail of sensation that flared from her spine outward through her body, raising her passion to new and unexpected heights.

  The three of them caressed and teased each other creating a loop of passion. No ecstasy she had felt before rivaled this. She couldn’t fight the soft moans of pleasure.

  Zayda was in danger of losing her focus, she pulled her senses away from the sensation the bratha’s were creating in her body. She was on a mission. Pulling her nipple out of his mouth, she continued her exploration.

  She worked her way down Riodan’s body.

  Hands and tongue gliding over the flat planes of his stomach. Her nails gently scraped the skin along his thighs as she continued her downward trip. Her goal was almost within reach. Riodan was writhing beneath her, trembling at her touch.

  His hands tangled in the inky black curls on the top of her head. The brush of her soft tresses against his abdomen sending waves of heat to his lower half, his member bobbing with need, she licked her lips at the sight.

  She arched against Piele when his lips touched her back, kissing a slow path down her spine. Glancing down she saw Riodan, watching, panting with desire. It was erotic.

  He jerked at Zayda’s soft touch.

  Cosmic explosions. Riodan jerked in her hand, hardening. He whimpered urging her on with soft sounds.

  Her grip was firm on his erect cock. Slowly stroking him from his balls to his tip.

  His hips rose, thrusting up into her hands as she tightened her grip on him. Lovingly encasing his cock. He sucked in a long, deep breath. Her soft tongue darted out, licking the precum off his cock.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned before her mouth closed over him completely.

  “That’s it, In ki'ichkelem puksik'al, suck his cock,” Piele encouraged from behind Zayda.

  Piele’s hands traveled their way down Zayda’s body, stroking her pussy in time with Zayda stroking Riodan’s cock with her mouth.

  Riodan and Zayda writhed and moaned in pleasure. Piele’s words of encouragement stoking the fires of their play.

  Zayda released one of her hands off Riodan’s cock, reaching behind her until she could feel Piele. She gripped the solid length of his hard cock. Stroking, she continued to suck Riodan’s cock deep into her mouth.

  “Fuck, le chan paalo' atractivo, you are so fucking hot,” Riodan groaned, his hips jerking in time to the stroking of Zayda’s hot mouth.

  “You want Piele’s hard cock fucking that hot pussy of yours, don’t you?” Riodan gritted between his teeth.

  Zayda was unable to answer, her mouth full of Riodan’s cock. Instead, she released her hold on Piele’s cock, tilting her hips in his direction, her ass in the air, pussy open for him to fuck.

  Piele dragged Zayda to her hands and knees. His cock at the opening of her pussy wet with her juices. He dipped his hand down to gather more of her juices. Pulling it out he slowly licked the juices off of the digit.

  “Delicious,” he moaned.

  His grip tightened on her hips aligning his cock up with her wet opening. Piele reared back. His cock plundered deep into Zayda’s tight pussy.

  Moaning.

  Her muscle clamped down on his cock like a vice.

  Zayda moaned around Riodan’s cock at the fullness of Piele’s.

  “Fuck me,” Zayda demanded around Riodan’s cock.

  She whimpered as Piele pulled his cock out only to slam it deep. He fucked her pussy with a hard, steady stroke.

  Piele set a strong, wicked pace. He embedded his cock in her pussy with a claiming force. Her concentration broke. She lost track of what she was doing with Riodan’s cock, letting him dominate her mouth.

  Riodan held Zayda’s head as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth. His pace matched Piele’s.

  They pounded Zayda from both ends.

  Pleasure overcame her as they fucked her. Passion and excitement reaching unknown levels.

  Piele shouted as Zayda’s mating ring lowered over his cock and squeezed. His cock rocketed off as he came with an unheralded forcefulness.

  Zayda’s body shuddered as her orgasm hit her. Her mouth closed over Riodan’s cock pulling his orgasm from his body leaving them all writhing as orgasmed together.

  Riodan shouted out as his cock jerked in Zayda’s mouth, filling it with his seed. His pleasure heightened as she swallowed load after load. Her pussy soaked with the cum Piele unloaded into her.

  He sighed in untold pleasure as Zayda collapsed on him, her head resting on his lower abdomen. The bed bounced as Piele collapsed on the side of her. The three of them spent.

  Zayda relaxed on top of Piele, exhausted. Riodan was already snoring, Piele rubbing gentle circles on her back.

  Mates….

  Chapter Fifteen

  Once again Zayda woke u
p sandwich between her mates. It was amazing how quickly she adjusted to waking up with not one, but two people in her bed when she had comfortably spent most of her life sleeping alone.

  This time was different from the last time. This time she could feel both of her mates in a place in her chest.

  Riodan was no longer blocking her. She wondered what had changed. Not her sucking his cock until his eyes rolled back into his head. Riodan wasn’t that shallow. Piele maybe, but not Riodan.

  Another amazing fact.

  She knew her mates so well in such a short amount of time. It reminded her of all of the mating stories she heard when she was younger.

  The ones she didn’t believe were true because there was no way feelings could just develop for a stranger. As she laid there between her mates thinking she realized two things.

  First, she knew more about her mates than she thought. She could tell them apart though most people thought they were identical. Secondly that her feelings hadn’t developed instantaneously. They seemed to grow quickly the more she discovered about her mates.

  When she first discovered that she was a mate to Pylotorians she was afraid that they would want to wrap her up in Tiuthea silk and protect her. They would expect her to sit at home and take care of home and hearth despite the fact that it was obvious she wasn’t built that way. She was pleasantly surprised that hadn’t happened.

  They worked together protecting the younglings. They hadn’t attempted to take over her ship. She found it amazing that they deferred to her at all.

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” She opened her eyes to find herself staring into Riodan’s chest, she tilted her head to look up into his clear gaze, now purple like hers.

  “I was thinking about how being mated to a Pylotorian was different then what I thought it would be.”

  “How did you think it would be?”

  Zayda lazily drew an abstract design on his chest, thinking about her misconceptions before answering him.

  “Honestly, I thought you guys would come barging into my life and try to take over. Tie me to the bed, telling me how to run my ship. How to live my life.” Her purple gaze met his.

  A slow leisurely grin covered his face, “That was Piele’s plan, but luckily I am the bratha of reason and was able to talk some sense into him before he went all ‘I am male, hear me roar’ on you.”

  Zayda laughed at his answer. “Well, I thank you.”

  “That is a lie,” Piele answered indignantly from the other side of her, “Riodan was the one chatting with his security expert friend trying to determine ways we could track your ass so that we could always keep you safe.”

  “Security is my thing.”

  “I don’t think our mate would have allowed you to implant a permanent tracker in her ass so you would always know where she was at.”

  “Hell no.” Zayda sat up, laughing when she saw they were teasing her.

  “What else is bothering you?” Piele pulled her down until she was resting in his arms.

  “That you guys would want me to go to Pyloto and keep house for you there.”

  “We quickly realized you are not the little Pyloto mate we always thought we would end up with. By the grace of the Purple One, I am glad we ended up with a firebrand like you. You really do live up to your name of Sparks.” Piele snuggled her.

  “You are definitely the spark we needed in our life.” Riodan twisted a strand of her dark hair around his finger as he gazed into her eyes.

  Emotions overwhelmed Zayda at Riodan's confession. No male ever expressed feelings like that about her. She placed a gentle kiss on Riodan’s mouth.

  “I would die 4U,” she admitted to Riodan in the traditional Princ-ple expression of love. The words were never given lightly. They now meant something to her other than the cringe factor she always associated with them.

  A new spark ignited deep inside her. She felt light. A feeling of power and protectiveness engulfed her.

  “Hey what about me?” Piele protested.

  Zayda gave a light-hearted laugh as she turned and kissed Piele lightly on the mouth. “I would die 4U too, Needy.”

  “Damn right,” he returned her kiss hungrily.

  A soft alarm rang out, different from the previous one before Piele progressed with his kisses.

  Zayda gave him a light pat. “Come on mates. That is the beacon alarm.” She got out of the bed and started getting dressed while her mates laid there and watch her.

  “Get moving mates,” she ordered as she wiggled her jumper up over her hips.

  “Can’t. The show you are putting on has us paralyzed.” Piele spoke with a naughty grin on his face as he watched some of his favorite parts of Zayda wiggle and jiggle as she got dressed.

  Man, she was a beautiful sight to behold.

  “None of that now you pervs.” She threw a pillow at them. “We have younglings to protect.”

  With a sigh of regret, Riodan and Piele climbed out of bed and started to dress. Now it was Zayda’s turn to watch the magnificent show.

  Yes, Pyloto did make some mighty fine specimens of masculinity. Maybe she would thank Mya Pyloto instead of punching her when she met her. And she definitely was going to visit one of the Purple One’s Temples and give an offering.

  She quickly turned, leaving their quarters heading towards Sparks Fly's bridge. A few minutes later Piele climbed in the co-pilot seat and started going over the procedures to exit the IGHS.

  “Exiting IGHS in less than sixty seconds.” Piele read from the controls on his side of the bridge.

  Zayda reached out and turned on the intraship. “All crew members report to the main cabin immediately and strap in for exit from IGSH.” Her tone was cheerful.

  She trusted Riodan to ensure the younglings were safely strapped in. It was strange trusting someone she had only known for a few Redemption Standard Days. It was something she was going to have to get used to. Piele and Riodan were now a part of her life for a long time. Their lives would extend to either the length of a normal Xirin or a normal Redemptite.

  She wasn’t sure which half of her biology would take precedent. The next few hundred Redemption Standard Years would be interesting.

  “All crew members secured,” Riodan’s voice projected onto the bridge.

  “Exiting IGSH in thirty seconds,” Piele’s calm voice announced.

  Hearing Piele’s voice in place of Maud’s was also strange.

  Male voices on her ship.

  Mates.

  The word didn’t cause a ball of dread to form in her stomach now as it did a few Redemption Standard Days ago. It was amazing how much life changed when you just let go and put your faith in the divine wisdom of the Purple One. This was something she wasn’t going to admit to her patra.

  Wow, at the rate she was going she would be receiving a whole bunch of “I told you so’s” from the parentals. They would use her mating as a suitable reason to start in on her older sistahs.

  A giggle escaped her at that thought of her sistahs being hounded to mate. Maybe she should inform them of her mating before letting the parentals know. Give them a head start to run and hide. Then again where would the fun be in that? Nope, they were on their own and she was going to sit back and be prepared for entertainment.

  Sparks Fly bounced hard for a few seconds as they exited the IGSH.

  “Incoming fire,” Piele announced calmly as they transitioned out of the IGSH into normal space.

  “What the fuck now?” Zayda demanded easily maneuvering to avoid the weapons fire from the three ships surrounding the beacons. No one should have known they were coming. They didn’t know until a few hours ago.

  “Weapons online,” she announced loudly as she continued to dodge weapons fire from the three ships. They were larger than Sparks Fly, but not as maneuverable, that was the only thing keeping them alive.

  “Ships identified as Free Traders,” Maud informed them in her calm voice.

  Zayda spun Sparks Fly around to
face two of the ships trying to flank her on the port side. “Maud, Attack pattern alpha three.” She spoke to the X-MONT III. She ignored the screaming from three of the females in the main cabin and Elise yelling “righteous” as the battle continued.

  “Two more ships joining the ship on starboard side.” Piele’s calm voice fed her information as she concentrated on flying, most importantly on dodging the missiles launched at them.

  Glancing back she noticed Riodan, he must have come up and taken a seat at the weapons system.

  “There is no way that we are losing another ship,” Piele muttered watching the monitors with fierce determination.

  “Don’t worry I got you covered bratha,” came the gleeful response from Riodan. “Take that you asshole,” Riodan shot the ships trying to flank them.

  Smaller fighters launched from the larger battleships. Sparks Fly was outnumbered. Their best chance for survival was to outmaneuver the larger ships and make a get away from them. The smaller fighters were for short range. They wouldn’t be able to travel far from their base ships.

  “Maud, plot a course through these ships and to safety.”

  “Copy Captain.”

  Zayda watched as the two ships on her port side and one of the ships on the starboard side sustained damage. Several of the smaller ships burst into flaming fragments. She quickly spun the ship so that Riodan could fire on the remaining ships. The larger ships were damaged enough that pursuit by them wouldn’t be possible.

  “Course laid in, Captain,” Maud informed her.

  “Then get us out of here at the fastest speed available, Maud,” Zayda ordered. As she predicted the quickly outstripped the smaller ships. The larger ships were too damaged to follow and they would be able to pursue them.

  Once Zayda was sure that they weren’t going to be ambushed again she set the heading for the Citadel. “You are free to move around the ship again.” She announced on intraship loudspeakers. She took a breath letting out the tension from the battle.