Keeping Their Human: Monrok Warriors 2

by Aubrey Cara

  “Oh,” she says again, and I frown down at her in frustration. There are too many emotions coming off her to get a clear read.

  “But I would not hurt you. It would not be—”

  Just then Situs walks in and stops as if someone has engaged his collar, but one of the first things we did after we got away was remove the collaring chip from each other’s spines. As well as removing Hannah’s translator and tracking chip from her temple.

  He takes in the scenes, his brow pulling down, and turns to leave.

  “Halt, Situs.”

  He turns in question, a scowl darkening his face. Though he walls his thoughts and emotions, I know he has been experiencing disharmony and discontent every time he scents my essence on Hannah. He wishes it were his own. He says he does not want to be her mate in body, but I do not believe that is true. If denied, his desire for Hannah as a real mate, the same kind of mate I long for, will fester.

  I see this now.

  I give him a challenging look. “Our mate desires your embrace, and an apology.” It is as much of a dare as a command.

  Hannah startles. “Well, the apology was just for you, and he doesn’t have to hug me—not if he doesn’t want to.” She trails off.

  Situs approaches like an unseasoned Monrok spotting a fenipu for the first time. I release her, he hesitantly puts his arms around her, and she reciprocates in kind.

  I hope our embrace did not appear so awkward.

  Despite Situs’s ineptitude, she settles against his chest and sighs. Her eyes begin to leak again until she is racked with her sobs. I shake my head. She weeps more than any creature in the known universe, but she does not reek of sorrow as she usually does. I scent a quagmire of emotions, beginning with relief and ending with longing.

  Sniffing back her tears, she peers up into Situs’s face, and then to mine. I step closer now that their moment is done, trailing my fingers over her hair.

  “I think I’m ready.” She gazes back up at Situs. “I want to be your mate in truth. I want to try. It’s time.” Our brave mate seems uncertain but determined.

  Situs grimaces as if pained.

  I swear if he ruins this moment I will kill him.

  SITUS

  Her words slice into me like a knife. The hopeful look on her face twists the blade. How can I mate her when her screams of terror still haunt me? I want to pull her face to mine, stroke her soft cheeks. I release her, backing away. “I’m sorry, my sweet mate, but I cannot accept your beautiful gift.”

  Pain rolls from her and tears at me. “Situs, I forgive you.” Her lip quivers. “Why can’t you forgive yourself? You had no control when you hurt me. They gave me the same type of drugs. They destroy all sense and will. The being who hurt me was a demon. A shell of a being. Not you.”

  She wraps her arms around me, and, for a moment, I let myself enjoy the press of her sweet form against me.

  Jual stands at Hannah’s back, and he does not shield his anger from me. “You will not deny our mate,” he growls.

  “How can you ask this of me?”

  “He doesn’t. I do.” Her words ring with hurt and disappointment.

  “Situs wants to punish himself. I think we should aid him,” Jual says, ominously eyeing me. Turning Hannah in his arms, he strokes a hand down her cheek, the harsh lines of his features softening as he gazes down at her. “He hates himself for what he did to you. But he does not understand the pleasure and joy he can bring you.” Jual gives me a pointed look. “Strip and lie down.”

  “Jual,” I warn, bristling at his directive.

  “Situs, this is for our mate.” His tone and stare are challenging.

  Hannah appears confused, but I have a feeling I know what kind of tortures Jual has in store for me. Logically, I should leave before things progress any farther. The human female releases bonding hormones during intimacies, and it would be unwise in the extreme to let our little mate form emotional attachments to me. Walking away may cause her disappointment, but it would be for the best.

  Instead, I grab the back of my shirt, yank it over my head, and toss it aside. As much as it chafes to listen to Jual’s command I’m captivated by the way our little mate trails her gaze over my naked torso, her cheeks heating as her gaze wanders down below my waist.

  “All of it,” Jual says impatiently.

  I grow hard under Hannah’s stare, but I ignore my growing hunger as I strip my boots and pants. Hannah’s eyes go wide, and she takes in the sight of my naked form. Again, I contemplate leaving, but grit my teeth and lie on the sleeping mat.

  Jual pulls Hannah to him, giving her a tender kiss on her lips, and lightly strokes his hands over her hair, her body. The kind of caresses I have been longing to give her. When he pulls back, she brings her fingers to her lips, eyes glazed with wonder, and I realize he’s never kissed her before. For some reason, the fact Jual has never kissed her until now is a relief, though I should not disparage their intimacies. I wanted that for them.

  She brings her hand up to Jual’s face and runs her fingers along his beard, petting him, and it’s all I can do not to get up and snatch her hand away. I want her to explore me with that same look shining in her eyes.

  I make a choking noise in the back of my throat, and Jual glances at me with a wicked gleam.

  “Now it is our geliebte’s turn.” Jual calls her our lover, our beloved and I want her to be that and so much more.

  He turns Hannah to face me and strips her shirt over her head. Her gaze nervously darts around the room. She raises her hands to cover herself and then lowers them, her hands fisting at her sides.

  I should call a halt to this madness, but the sight of her bare breasts makes the words die on my tongue. The tight buds of her nipples make my mouth water with longing to taste and nip the little mounds, to test their sensitivity.

  Jual pulls the ties of her makeshift leather skirt at the indent of her waist. It gapes, slowly revealing tantalizing bits of her pale flesh. Once loose, it slides down her slender legs to pool at her feet. The sight takes my breath away.

  As if she can’t help herself, her hands come up to cover her breast and sex once more.

  He takes her hands and gently moves them away, and I wish they were my hands on her body. “You are so beautiful,” he says. “You do not hide yourself from your mates.”

  He places his lips to her neck, a tremor goes through her, and an answering ripple goes through me. I wish I could know the taste of her skin. The scent of her budding arousal weaves its way to me, and my lifebringer bobs in need.

  I commit every inch of her to memory. She’s all pale creamy skin and legs. Her dusky-tipped breasts are not large but temptingly pouty. I could span her waist with my hands, but her hips flare out and beg to be held while a man ruts inside her…

  The way I rutted and nearly destroyed her. The reminder helps cool my ardor. I must remember why I cannot touch her. She appears so fragile standing with Jual’s large form at her back.

  He turns her in his arms, mating her mouth. His hands at her ass squeeze and knead the flesh until she molds herself against him with a needy moan. I wonder if this will be my punishment. My torture. To watch as he mates her. But he pushes her back.

  Lips swollen, her face is red and chafed from Jual’s beard. She seems dazed as he leads her over to where I lie. My body tenses.

  “Do you trust me, geliebte?” he whispers in her ear, but I am Monrok. I can hear all. Feel all. She nods, and he hands her the thin restraints from the medical pad. “Put these on his wrists.”

  They are not strong enough to hold me, but she does not know this. And Jual knows if she binds me, I would suffer anything rather than move.

  She looks hesitant, but obediently does as she is told. Not meeting my gaze, she clips the binding onto one wrist and then the other, kneeling next to my naked body. Her flesh brushes against mine in tantalizing teases as she works, her fresh, flowery scent filling my head.

  Finished, she sits back on her heels, gazing up
at Jual for direction. He locks my ankles in similar restraints, and I wonder again what he is playing at. Jual kneels between my legs and holds a hand out for Hannah. He turns her so she faces away from him. Taking her by the waist, he settles her on his knees, spreading her legs on either side of my hips.

  The burgeoning scent of her arousal wafts over me. If I glance down my body, I can see her open, ready core.

  “He doesn’t seem so scary now, does he?” Jual asks, his hands skimming her the length of her torso, her arms.

  She shakes her head, but I can practically hear the wild staccato of her heart. She is afraid, but the scent mixes with her arousal, and my lifebringer aches.

  Jual shifts her, easing her forward until she’s straddling my waist. Her hot core pushes against my hard length. A tremor goes through her body. She clutches Jual’s wrists at her waist. I can see the panic in her eyes, but Jual holds her there, letting her get accustomed to the feel of me under her.

  “You are so brave.” He kisses her temple. Her neck. He pets her until her body softens. I close my eyes and grit my teeth at the feel of her heat against me.

  Gently at first, she rocks. Just the barest amount, but it takes no more for me to want to spill. “That’s it, little mate,” Jual encourages. “You can take whatever you need.”

  Hands on her hips, he glides her back and forth, until she finds her own rhythm. She grinds and slides her slick cunt along my length. I stare transfixed, fighting my urge to thrust my hips. My needs to bury myself in her magnificent flushed body.

  Her breasts rise and fall with her rapid inhalations. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.

  My body is shaking, strung tight. I want to tear at my bindings.

  Above me, my little mate’s breath catches, and her hips jerk frantically. Her thighs grip my waist with more strength than I knew her capable of.

  Jual holds her back against his chest as she gushes over my cock with a cry that will echo through my dreams for eternity. My groin cramping, I try to hold back, but my own hips jerk up as streams of essence spurt out between us, covering my stomach and chest.

  My internal sensors work to calm my speeding heart rate, but my cock stays hard. Hannah gently rolls her hips.

  “No more,” I gasp in near pain as more essence jets out of me.

  She trails her fingers down my torso through the slickness, painting it over my skin, a tear rolling down her cheek.

  I scowl at the sight. “Are you hurt?”

  She shakes her head. “I always wondered what it would be like, to have you mark me the way Jual does.” Her eyes finally meet mine, and I can feel her anguish. “I’m sorry if you didn’t want this.” On all fours, she reaches over me, releasing my wrists, and I cup her face, forcing her to look at me once again.

  “I want nothing but you.” I bring her mouth down to mine, and my head spins at the feel of her lips, her tongue. She moans as we mate mouths, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard, felt. She pulls back with a startled gasp, and I gaze over her shoulder to see Jual has lifted her to his mouth and is tasting her cunt much the same way I am tasting her mouth.

  I can scent her pleasure. It pulses through her body as she grips my shoulders and rests her forehead against mine.

  CHAPTER NINE

  HANNAH

  Jual’s mouth against me is wicked and much better than I remember. The scruff of his beard scrapes along my swollen sex and damp thighs, but it doesn’t hurt. It tantalizes and heightens the sensations brought on by his soft lips and seeking tongue.

  I glance down to see Situs watching me with a tender expression on his face. Jual’s fingers find me, tentatively running through my slickness before filling me. I gasp at the stretch. No one has been inside me since…

  Sensing my rising panic, Situs cups my face once again and hands run over my back and hips, calming me.

  “Geliebte,” Jual says. “Do you recall what I told you the first time I marked you?” One hand strokes my back, another works inside me, melting me.

  I nod, then gasp when his hand strikes down on my bottom. “Use your words, geliebte.”

  The endearment rolls off his tongue like smoke and honey. I flush with heat, his working fingers making it hard to speak. “Yes, sir,” I manage.

  “Who does this belong to?” His fingers glide inside me, leaving me no doubt to what he’s referring to. His thumb finds my clit and I fight a shudder.

  “You,” I pant gazing down at Situs who watches me as if fascinated. “You and Situs.” His bright-blue gaze bores into mine. It feels strange, but somehow natural to be here with both men. To be lying on top of one while the other pets me. Loves me.

  “And this?” he asks, his hot length pressing against my leg like a brand. It feels so large and heavy, for a moment my mind stutters.

  “That belongs to me,” I say.

  “And it will only bring you pleasure, little mate. Are you ready for more pleasure?”

  Shyly, I peek down at Situs, who still watches me. Surely, Jual doesn’t mean to take me like this? Sprawled over Situs. I worry my lower lip between my teeth and nod.

  The sharp sting of his hand on my bottom makes me gasp again, surprising heat spiraling through me at the action. “Words, little mate.”

  “Y-yes, please.” My heart beats wildly in my chest at the feel of him lining up to my core. Slowly, he pushes in, stretching me.

  “That’s a good little mate,” he says. “I am almost all the way in.”

  I bury my face in Situs’s neck. He holds me as Jual works his way inside me from behind. I’ve never been taken in this position, and he’s so big. Almost too big.

  “Does it feel good, geliebte?”

  I don’t answer but tighten down on him inside me and whimper. He groans. He’s uncomfortably large, and I’m scared it’s going to hurt.

  “You’re so tight.” He sounds strangled. “I can scent your fear, little one. You must relax.” He’s not moving, and I know he’s holding back, for me. “No fear. Only pleasure, remember?”

  I nod, and his hand smacks down on my upturned rump, stealing my breath, and sending heat spiraling through me.

  “Jual.” Situs growls the warning, but I cover his mouth with my fingers.

  “Again,” I brazenly whisper at Situs’s ear, but it’s enough for Jual to hear. His hand comes down again and again. Pleasure ricochets through my body, and he pulls his member out to the tip and pushes it in in measured strides as he spanks me over and over.

  My breath hitches when he buries himself deep and stops. His big hand snakes around my hip, to right over my clit, his callused fingers circling and pushing down. It’s all too much. Too intense. I scream into Situs’s chest. My entire body seizes.

  Jual thrusts hard and fast, slapping loudly against my tender ass and thighs. It’s never been like this. I try to buck back, squirm free, but Situs holds me tight against his chest. Matching a growl for every chirping cry that pulls from my throat.

  Jual grips my hips with bruising force and swells until I can feel every ridge and bump of him inside me before liquid heat fills me to over flowing, dripping down my legs.

  My quivering muscles give out, but Jual holds me up, still buried inside me. “I am so proud of you, little one,” he says, giving my hips a squeeze, but I can’t take my eyes off of Situs. His unwavering gaze burns me. He runs a knuckle down my cheek. My eyes roll closed as I lean into his touch.

  Jual leans over and kisses my shoulder, my back. Situs holds me to him. I’ve never felt more cherished than at this moment. I clutch onto Situs’ wide shoulders, never wanting either of them to ever let me go.

  SITUS

  She trembles against my chest, her frame so tiny and delicate in my arms. I smooth down her hair as her breathing slows and luxuriate it in holding her as I have long to do. My cock weeps, begging to feel her tight heat wrapped around it, but I will not take her now. Maybe not ever.

  Monroks usually do not fear anything, but I have discovered there are fe
ars beyond life, death, and pain. The fear of not being able to pleasure her the effortless way Jual seems to be able to. The fear of rutting over her and turning into her nightmare. The fear she will morph and turn into mine.

  After long moments, Jual eases from her and drops down beside us, stroking her back. He wears a rather smug expression, obviously pleased with himself. We both could scent and feel how much she enjoyed his rutting, as much as we can sense her contentment now.

  “It is your turn to properly claim our mate,” Jual reminds me.

  Easing Hannah over between us, I release the ankle restraints, roll to my feet, and gather my discarded clothes. “I promised to help in the tunnels this afternoon.”

  She remains quiet, watching me yank on my pants, but I can scent her hurt, and it eats at me.

  “Then I shall have to claim her enough for the both of us,” Jual taunts.

  “Jual,” she squeals. I turn to see he has lifted her astride his face.

  “I want to taste you filled with my essence,” he growls.

  I open the hatch, and she shoots me a wounded look. Please don’t go. Her voice rings out in my mind. Please don’t leave, Situs. I shake my head to dispel whatever has taken me.

  When I glance back her, eyes have rolled closed, and she grips Jual’s hair, grinding down on his mouth.

  I slam out of the shuttle, trying not to think of what she would taste like filled with my essence. What she would feel like naked and astride my face, the same wet heat that pressed against my cock as she pleasured herself, against my mouth.

  Instead of going directly to the tunnels, I end up in the woods. Broken images of Jual’s face between Hannah’s thighs and the peals of her pleasure trail me. It’s as if I am experiencing everything she is firsthand. Acute pleasure grips me. I yank open my pants and fist my cock, pumping until I spill on the ground, but it offers me no relief. I yell in rage and spill twice more before the images clear from my mind.

  When I get to the tunnels, I work harder than ever before. We’ve cleared another two caverns and have much to do to before we reinforce the walls of these underground passageways and rooms. We still haven’t found any tash stone. Though we’ve rigged our sensors and monitors to run off solar energy, our shuttles require the special stone that was an abundant mineral on Kadeema over two thousand years ago.