Sharing a Mate

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Oh!” She closed her eyes and threw back her head, almost overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely in both places at once.

  “All right, small one?” Bron asked her anxiously. “Did it hurt? Are you well?”

  “I’m…okay, I think.” Kayla wiggled experimentally, feeling the shafts of the tail shift inside her pussy and ass, which drew a soft moan from her lips.

  “Walk around a little,” Sorin suggested. “Can you move with it inside you?”

  “Yes, I…I can move.” Kayla took a few experimental steps. “Just feels like…like I’m getting fucked with every step,” she said candidly, looking at the two of them.

  “You look fucking amazing, wearing that fucking thing,” Bron growled. “Makes me want to come all over again.”

  “Maybe later,” Sorin said dryly. “For now, we need to get across the copulation floor and find Y’ax. With any luck we’ll have the Lust Blossoms and be on our way home by nightfall.”

  Kayla didn’t know if she would feel lucky about that or not. True, she needed to get an antidote to stop the needing attacks and to help everyone aboard the Mother Ship. But she didn’t want this time with her guys to end. The way they were so gentle with her and worked together to keep her safe and protected and pleasured wasn’t something she wanted to give up.

  Not for the first time she wished they were Twin Kindred but there was no time for regrets now.

  “Come on,” she said to both of them. “Let’s go get what we came for.”

  Eleven

  The minute they stepped past the velvet curtain and into the dimness of the copulation room, Sorin saw the point of the marking cream. Though it had sparkled only dimly in the antechamber where they had put it on, under the strange blue-black lighting of the copulation floor, the glittering specks in it lit up, making their skin look like a map of the galaxy filled with stars.

  Kayla was especially well covered, he saw with satisfaction—her creamy brown skin sparkled and glowed from head to foot, making her even more beautiful. But then, she was always beautiful to him, even with Bron’s seed running out of her as he had just seen her when he fitted her for the tail.

  Especially with his seed running out of her, whispered a little voice in his head. Admit it, Sorin, it made you fucking hard to see your best friend filling her. You’re sharing Kayla with Bron the same way Twin Kindred share their mates and it’s turning you on.

  Which was true, but somehow it just didn’t bother him as it should. After all, he was doing a lot of things he’d never done before—and never dreamed he would do.

  Like cupping my best friend’s hrakas in my hand, he thought and felt a stab of uncertainty. He shouldn’t have done that—should have demanded that Kayla come and tend to the big Beast Kindred instead. But Bron hadn’t seemed to mind. It had been…Sorin searched in his mind for the words. It had been a moment of friendship—a very intimate moment, true—but it was Bron, the friend of his heart he was protecting and supporting by making sure his sensitive areas were covered in the marking cream.

  Still shouldn’t have done it, whispered that voice in his head. Just like you shouldn’t be sharing Kayla. Three must not be as one because if they are, the males will touch in a wrong and perverted way. It’s a slippery slope you’re on, Sorin. Be careful you don’t slide any further.

  Well for now he would have to be careful crossing the copulation floor. The space was vast—almost as big as a Soccer field back on Earth. And every square inch of it seemed to be covered with writhing bodies. It was going to be a challenge to get themselves—and Kayla—across without any of them getting molested in some way.

  Goddess, he thought. I just hope we’re up to the challenge!

  “Well this is a fucking mess,” Bron growled, glaring at the teaming copulation floor. The three of them had yet to step up onto the slightly raised surface where all the action was going on but he could already tell it was going to be a pain in the ass to get across it.

  “At least all three of us are sparkly all over so people can tell we’re not interested in, uh, getting in on the action,” Kayla offered.

  “Agreed, small one.” Bron thought she still looked a little shaken by the intense experience the three of them had shared while getting the feather-tail inside her. At least he and Sorin had been able to help her get the damn thing in, but it had taken some doing.

  What you were doing was sharing her, whispered a little voice in his head. Sharing her as no true Beast Kindred should share a female. Not only that—you denied your natural instincts to claim her!

  It was true—the moment he’d pressed his shaft into her soft, tight channel and felt her pussy sucking so sweetly at the head of his cock, he’d felt the need to thrust all the way in until his mating fist swelled within her so he could Claim her for his own. He had even begun to press deeper into her and Kayla had given a little moan but hadn’t tried to stop him. In fact, it almost seemed as though she spread wider, welcoming him in.

  What had stopped him were Sorin’s words, “Remember she’s ours,” his best friend had said. Bron had forced himself to remember and had fought the instinct, to Claim…to bond. Fought it and pulled out though it was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. What would his father and brothers have thought of that?

  Bron didn’t even want to consider it. Sharing the female he loved with another male was wrong and he knew it. It made him weak…subservient to another male which wasn’t good, even if that other male was Sorin. But for now, it was all he could do—at least until they got the Lust Blossoms and developed an antidote.

  Well, we’re never going to do that just standing here watching all these people fucking each other, he told himself.

  “Come on,” he said aloud to Sorin and Kayla. “Let’s get this done and get out of this fucking place.”

  “Agreed.” Sorin took a deep breath. “I think the best way would be to keep Kayla between us with one arm around her and one arm free to push through the crowd.”

  “Good idea.” Bron nodded and took what was beginning to be his usual place at Kayla’s right side. Sorin took up his place on her left and together they put their arms around her slim shoulders and supple waist. Bron had his right arm free and Sorin his left so they had good leverage to push through the crowd and hopefully keep everyone away from their lady.

  “This is good,” Sorin said. He looked at Bron. “Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever fucking be,” Bron growled, eyeing the mass of writhing bodies out on the floor.

  “And you, leelah?” Sorin asked Kayla.

  Her eyes were very wide but she nodded, a short, sharp jerk of her head that made Bron think she was nerving herself up for this.

  “I’m ready,” she said in a low voice. “Let’s go as quick as we can. Look—there seems to be an opening on the right side, here.”

  She pointed and Bron saw a slightly clearer spot on the crowded copulation floor.

  “Looks good,” he growled feeling like the three of them were about to go into enemy fire. “Let’s go for it before it closes up again.”

  “On three,” Sorin said.

  He counted them down and then the three of them plunged into the crowd.

  At least the marking cream lets people know we’re not interested, Kayla thought as they ran forward. But then, from the corner of her eye she saw a girl with long green hair enter the crowd. Her pussy lips and large breasts were clearly covered in the sparkling cream which showed up so well in the blue-black lighting.

  The minute the girl stepped onto the copulation floor, a man walked up to her and casually grabbed her breast. Then another came up behind her and reached around to cup her pussy. The girl laughed and shook her head, pointing at the sparkly markings on her skin but that didn’t appear to deter her two pursuers at all. As the first man continued to play with her breasts, the second bent her over and entered her from behind, thrusting deep into her pussy so that she gasped and moaned loudly enough for Kayla to hear her
over the pounding music.

  Then the sight was gone, swept away as they went deeper into the crowd but Kayla couldn’t get it out of her head.

  This damn marking cream isn’t any good at all! she thought indignantly. It’s probably just a liability thing—so the club can claim it’s not their fault if a customer gets more than they bargained for!

  It made her feel a lot less comfortable about wearing the cream all over herself and she was doubly glad for her guys on either side of her. Thank goodness she didn’t have to cross this crazy floor on her own! Without Bron and Sorin to run interference for her, she would surely have been swallowed whole by the howling, writhing mass of bodies and might never have found her way out again.

  Even with the two huge Kindred pushing everyone out of the way with their free arms, there were still people who were either too high or too stupid to see the threat they posed. One woman with orange skin and bright yellow hair tried to rub against Sorin, purring that she wanted to suck his cock. The Blood Kindred pushed past her without even looking.

  Then a man almost as big as Bron came up to them. Ducking past both Bron and Sorin, he reached in to grab Kayla by the breast.

  “Hey, get off me, you asshole!” she shouted in his face.

  “Leave our lady alone!” Sorin hissed, his fangs bared.

  “Fucker!” Bron punched the man in the jaw and Sorin kicked him for good measure as he went down. Then they were past him, still pushing their way through the crowd.

  “You all right, Kayla?” Sorin asked, looking down and raising his voice to be heard over the driving beat of the music.

  “I…I think so.”

  Kayla couldn’t deny she felt shaken. Looking down, she could still see the strange man’s hand-print like a dark mark on her breast, outlined in the sparkly marking cream. God, it was horrible in here! She wished they could get out but there were naked, humping bodies as far as the eye could see.

  “I thought we were supposed to keep things non-violent,” she added, looking up at the two of them.

  “Fuck that,” Bron growled. “They touch you, they’re dead meat, baby.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Sorin’s fangs still looked long and sharp and his pale blue eyes glittered with fury.

  “Over halfway there now,” Bron called to them, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. Being the tallest of them, he could clearly see over everyone’s heads. “We’ll be through in a moment—just hold on.”

  They kept forging ahead and Kayla thought they were going to get through without another incident until suddenly she felt something pulling on the twin shafts of the feather-tail buried inside her.

  “Hey!” she gasped as a sharp tug of her tail feathers nearly jerked her off her feet. Only Bron and Sorin’s arms around her back and waist saved her from flying backwards.

  “What’s wrong, Kayla?” Sorin asked, frowning.

  “Something…someone…I think someone’s pulling on the tail,” Kayla yelled above the music.

  The tugging sensation on the tail was getting stronger and it really hurt because instead of sliding out of her, the twin shafts of the feather-tail stayed stubbornly in place, which made it feel like someone was trying to pull her insides out.

  She gasped out a cry of pain again as another hard jerk nearly pulled her backwards, despite her guys’ arms around her.

  “What in the Seven Hells?” Bron growled as he and Sorin turned their heads. Kayla looked too and saw three men, all as big as her guys, pulling hard on the feather-tail.

  “Let go of our female,” Sorin snarled at them. “We are a closed pod and want no part of you.”

  “You can’t bring an exotic beauty like that on the copulation floor and not let us have a taste,” one of the men shouted back. Closed pod or no, you have to share.”

  “The fuck we do,” Bron roared. “Get your hands off her now or I’ll fuck all three of you sideways!”

  “Come on then—you look as fuckable as your female, off-worlder.” The other male grinned at him fearlessly. “We’ll take on you and your podmates and fuck you all!”

  Bron turned his head and Kayla saw that his eyes had gone crimson—a sure sign of a Kindred warrior going into Rage to protect his female.

  “Get out of here, Sorin,” he growled as he seemed to grow bigger somehow. “Get Kayla to safety. I’m going to make these fuckers sorry they were ever born.”

  “Bron, no!” Kayla was worried about the big Beast Kindred but Sorin gave a short, sharp nod of his head and then began pushing through the crowd again. “We can’t leave him!” Kayla protested. “He’ll get hurt—they’re as big as he is!”

  But the Blood Kindred kept going, shoving his way through the crowd by sheer force and fending off several other attempts to grab Kayla. She tried to look back but she couldn’t see anything through the press of bodies. She heard a lot of shouting though, and what sounded like growling coming from the spot they had left. Oh God, was Bron all right? Would the big Beast Kindred be able to take on all three of those awful Carnalian males in a fight? What would happen to him?

  By the time they finally reached the other end of the copulation floor and stepped off into safe territory, her eyes were burning with tears. She couldn’t lose either one of her guys—she couldn’t! Bron was as dear to her as Sorin was—she needed them both.

  “Leelah, what is it, why are you crying?” Sorin asked.

  “Because I’m worried about Bron!” she burst out, glaring up at him. “How could we just leave him like that?”

  “We had to, Kayla.” The Blood Kindred’s voice was low and reasonable. “That was a trap. Two of the males engage myself and Bron in a fight and then the third grabs you and does…” He frowned, his eyes blazing like two blue stars. “Well, you know what they would have done.”

  Raped me, Kayla thought numbly. They would have raped me.

  “A trap?” she repeated, trying to hold back a sob. “You’re sure?’

  “Bron knew it too—that’s why he sent us on ahead,” Sorin told her.

  “But he could be hurt right now! Bleeding or…” But she couldn’t make herself say the word “dead.” She just couldn’t.

  Sorin shook his head.

  “You haven’t seen him in battle,” he told Kayla. “I’ve seen him fight off twice as many as that—and all armed to the teeth. He loves it—brings out the berserker in him.”

  “I still don’t see how—” Kayla began but just then a huge, dark form came bursting through the edge of the crowd and Bron was standing before them panting and bloody but grinning fiercely from ear to ear.

  “Fuckers didn’t know who they were fucking with,” he announced cheerfully. “They’re sorry now!”

  “I bet they are.” Sorin stepped forward and grabbed the other warrior in a hug which told Kayla that maybe he had been a little more worried than he’d been letting on. “Glad you’re all right, Brother.”

  “But he’s bleeding!” Kayla protested, coming forward to hug him as well, making sure to put an arm around Sorin at the same time so they were all three connected.

  “A few cuts and scrapes,” Bron said dismissively as he hugged them back. “I’ll be fine—Kindred are fast healers.”

  Just then there was a siren-type wailing out on the copulation floor and Kayla saw some red flashing lights cutting through the blue-black gloom.

  “Uh-oh,” Sorin muttered. “I think maybe we might have broken their no-violence policy a little too thoroughly. We’d better get out of here.”

  “Agreed,” Bron said. “But where are we going?”

  “There!” Kayla pointed at a doorway outlined in bright green light that was off to their left. “That must be it—where the dealer guy is.”

  She hoped, anyway.

  Bron and Sorin looked at the doorway, looked at each other and shrugged.

  “Let’s go,” Sorin said and the three of them took off again—holding hands this time as they ran for the door.

  Twelve
r />   “Well that was fucking interesting,” Bron growled as they ducked into the green lighted doorway and behind yet another velvet curtain. There was a long, dark corridor leading away to their right but for the moment they all just put their backs to the wall and stood there, panting.

  “Is that what you call it?” Sorin blew out a breath. “I thought it was a mess.” He looked at his friend. “Are you really all right, Brother? I hated like all the Seven Hells to leave you back there.”

  “You had to—that was a trap and we both knew it,” Bron replied reasonably. “Besides, I haven’t had the chance to brawl like that in a while—it was fucking enjoyable.”

  Kayla shivered. “I guess there aren’t many ‘brawling’ opportunities when we’re all working in the lab together,” she remarked dryly.

  “For which we are thankful to the Goddess.” Sorin shook his head and grinned at the Beast Kindred. “I know you feel all right but I want to check you and Kayla both over for wounds and abrasions when we get back to the ship.”

  “You’ve already handled my hrakas once tonight, Brother,” Bron rumbled. “But if you really feel the need to do it again—”

  “Bron!” Kayla and Sorin both exclaimed.

  “Sorry!” The Beast Kindred’s golden eyes crinkled with laughter. “I just couldn’t resist.”

  “Enough teasing for now,” Kayla said with mock severity. “Right now let’s hope the dealer guy—Y’ax—is down that long hallway. I don’t know what we’ll do if we have to go back into that awful orgy-crowd.”

  Bron cracked his bloody knuckles.

  “Probably bust some more skulls,” he growled. “But since it looks like I’m the only one who would enjoy that, let’s go.”