by Rie Warren
Surveying Cozmo, so tall now, giddiness overrode my anger, giddiness and something else seeing him so healthy and hale. Guilt about not believing as my parents did. About spending years trying to forget my brother.
And a sadder, heavier weight, remembering Zane’s expression in the arena—torn, forlorn, lost.
But he deserved none of my empathy.
Facing Cozmo, I asked, “Is what Zane said true? You could’ve come home?”
“First things first,” he slipped out of his heavy chestplate and replaced it with a tight tunic, “how the hell did you hook up with the Prince of Zenithia.”
A blush lit my cheeks as I admitted, “Area 51?”
“No shit?” He barked a laugh. “Mom and Dad still all over that alien stuff?”
“Cozmo, they always thought you’d been taken like this. I didn’t believe until . . .”
“Sis, they didn’t mistreat me here.” Exhaling, he poured a drink for me and one for himself. “It’s just a different life.”
“It’s fascinating,” I admitted.
“Fucking fascinating.”
“You want to become a Valkrane?”
He flexed an arm that used to be scrawny, now bulked with muscle. Not huge by Zenithian standards, but more than respectable for a human. He appeared no more than twenty-years-old, not the twenty-six I knew him to be, just bigger, taller, beefed up.
“I’m built for it, and it would be an honor as a human male. What about you?”
“This is going to sound very Twilight Zone, but I actually work for NASA.”
He sputtered on his drink.
“I’m an astrobiololgist.”
“Jesus.” A smile made his cheeks dimple. “So you and Zane are like a match made in the heavens?”
I brought my cup to my lips, tasting the fiery liquid Zenithians seemed to favor. “He’s been a pretty good test subject so far.”
Our shared laughter quieted, and Cozmo took a seat, patting the lounger beside him. When I settled next to him, he swirled his cup between his palms.
“I’m not unhappy here. I have the training, my friends. I’ve gotten used to the culture.”
Sadness pinged my heart. “But Mom and Dad? Me?”
“That was . . . years ago, Astrid. I had no choice but to acclimatize to this world.”
“You really like your life here?”
“It’s been good. Besides, I look hella young, right?”
“That damn aging thing,” I muttered. “They weren’t kidding.”
“What about you?” He relaxed beside me, arm curling behind me. “Are you staying?”
“You may have written off Mom and Dad years ago, but Jesus. If I disappear too?”
“Do you always make choices in your life based on other people?”
“Isn’t that the responsible thing?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Cozmo shook his head and blew out a breath. “If so, what do you think your leaving would do to Zane?”
After witnessing Zane’s reaction to my anger at him, I almost thought it’d destroy him if I returned to Earth.
I set my cup down, frowning. “Zane, he . . . he believes I’m his mate.”
“I’ve always heard good things about him. I mean, you could do worse than become a princess, right?”
“I heard he slept around a lot before I showed up.”
“That’s normal for unmated Zenithians.” Leaning closer, Cozmo’s teasing grin lit his whole face boyishly. “Is it true about his dicks?”
I choked out some sort of no comment remark before rising to my feet. “I should get back before he sends out an entire search party.”
Cozmo stood up. His arms ranged around me.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Astrid.”
I blinked back fresh tears. “Me too. For you if nothing else.” But I knew that wasn’t true, it wasn’t just Cozmo. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I might be scrubbing pots tomorrow.” His chest rumbled with a chuckle.
Recoiling, I narrowed my eyes at him. “That’s a terrible joke.”
“I’ll have to work on my servant repertoire then.”
Outside, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the bulky male waiting in the shadows, fully armed, but I jumped nonetheless.
“Oh, Magnar. You’re still here.”
“Zane would never leave you unguarded, Astrid.”
He said it with no censure, but I detected concern.
“What do you think about all this?” I asked.
“Well, I grew up here, so I’m probably not the best person to ask.” He winked, guiding me toward the footpath that would take us to the palace.
Moments of silence passed while we approached the big glowing edifice.
“I think that makes you more than qualified actually,” I said at the doors of the palace.
“Zane wants you. He’s an honorable male. The two of you seem . . . well suited. At least that’s what I hear, late at night, outside your chambers.”
“Magnar!”
“Hey, you asked. I also know he’s sorry you’re hurt, and he hasn’t stopped pacing since you ran off.” He ushered me inside and through the corridors I was becoming familiar with.
“I didn’t run off.”
“You left him.”
My steps faltered. “I just found my brother.”
“I understand that. Zane would’ve too if you’d given him the chance.” His lips pressed together as the doors to Zane’s chambers opened. “But what the fuck do I know?”
The doors shut behind me, the silent whoosh of air an undertone to the sound of Zane . . . pacing.
Sensing me, he turned.
His mouth was tight, his muscles strained, his face drawn. “You’re back.”
I nodded, a little bit mollified to see he was just as upset as I was.
“Good.”
Pain leaped from him to me, and I clasped my hands in front of me.
“Are you going to leave me again?” His voice was sharp and raw.
“I don’t know.”
Diamond bright eyes closing over a tangible amount of anguish, he dropped his head. “I’d say I rather you just go right now, but I’m too selfish.”
“I’m selfish too, Zane.”
A pulsebeat started somewhere low in my body in response to the immediate and starkly sexual glow of his gaze as his eyelids lifted to half-mast beneath heavy black brows.
“I want you.” His husky words melted molten desire all over my body.
Right or wrong, I wanted him too.
He must’ve caught the quick fantasy in my mind, because his red-hot look could’ve stripped the gown from my body. “Is that what you really want me to do to you, Astrid?”
“Both your cocks in me.” Biting my bottom lip, I slinked farther into the room. “At the same time. And call me meehri.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Zane
I’D HAD NO choice but to let Astrid walk away from me in the arena. I didn’t give a fuck about my pride. I’d have gone after her, but I figured pursuing her at that particular point would do more harm than good.
She left me with an aching hole in my chest and worry rooted deep down in my gut, not knowing if she’d return to me.
X had tried to cheer me up. Prairie too. Thankfully Uncle didn’t even come near me after the debacle, a good thing because I would’ve taken up one of the trainee’s whips and flayed the skin from his bones.
When the door of my chambers finally opened and Astrid walked inside, my pulse leaped, and my body responded instantly to her presence whether she wanted me or not.
She didn’t know if she was going to stay. I’d convince her, with my cocks embedded so deep inside her she forgot everything but pure hot pleasure.
It seemed she wanted the same.
Both your cocks in me at the same time.
She was going to get exactly what she asked for, in spades, until she couldn’t stand on her own two feet tomorrow, let alone walk in a straight line.
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sp; Releasing a pent-up growl, I hauled her into my arms. My kiss rough, tongue lunging and tasting, I ripped the blue gown right down the middle.
Her breasts tempted me, especially as she stood naked with only the large necklace cuddled between her tits.
Another rumbling noise thundered through my chest, and I threw her on the bedding. Her tits bounced. Her blue irises ignited. Her legs spread wantonly.
I shed my clothing just as fast then squeezed a breast, popping the nipple and puffy areola into my mouth. My next loud rolling groan made her skin vibrate as I wetly laved the bud, plucking roughly at the other pink peak.
Her knees raised along my hips, her pelvis cradling me. My thick engorged cocks buttressed against the swelling slickness of her pussy.
I rose up onto my hands, and she clawed at my shoulders.
A feminine growl spilled from her lips before she dragged me to her hungry mouth. Her tongue raced against mine, traced my lips, tested the tips of my fangs.
She pulled back, eyes mere slits and voice low and sultry. “I want you, Zane. Fill me. Fuck me.”
Her urgency ignited mine to even higher levels.
Drawing back to my knees, I spread the lips of her cunt and bent down to greedily lap the liquid essence welling from her tiny opening I was going to own tonight.
Her cry gurgling through the air, she twisted her head from side to side and I flicked at her clit until she almost climaxed.
But I wouldn’t have that. Not until I tunneled both big barrels of my mighty flesh into her cunt, into her ass.
Pulling away, I spanked her juicy pussy with the flat of my hand. “Not yet, meehri.”
Her hips bucked. Her voice cried out. Her back arched high, and more creamy fluid dampened the juncture between her legs.
“Zane!”
I murmured her name, appreciating the sight and the scent of her wet reddened sex. Leaning down, I blew a stream of air over her flushed cunt before slowly, painstakingly, lapping at her. I brought her to the edge again. Spanked her again. Almost unloaded enormous quantities of cum all over her belly.
But I didn’t. Not yet.
Pressing on the backs of her thighs, I folded her near in half, her tits squashed by her legs and her bright pussy and tiny pink rosebud raised to the air. Raised for me.
A hungry hoarse noise climbed from the back of my throat as I watched her pussy juice flow down in a slick trickle toward the crevice of her ass, an ass I’d infiltrate soon.
Astrid whimpered almost shyly when I traced the cleft between the pale globes of her buttocks with a single finger.
I grinned, face taut with lust, circling the little opening I couldn’t wait to breach with one of my heavy cocks. Both fat cockheads now leaked steady streams of precum, and if she hadn’t been an anal virgin I’d have fucked her with that lube covering me alone.
As it was, I wanted to introduce her slowly to the pleasure of a good ass fuck, as slowly as I could anyway. Bending lower, I circled my tongue over her virgin hole.
She bucked up then shied away.
I couldn’t have that either.
Holding her firmly with hands cupping her luscious rump, I tapped the tip of my tongue against her tiny little star. I relaxed the ring of flesh while raising her lust higher with one finger tunneling into the sweltering heat of her clenching cunt.
Soon I was fingering her soaking slit and fully tonguing her untried entrance. As her pussy spilled more and more liquid, it dipped down to my tongue flicking inside her, and I groaned at the combined taste, all my senses alight.
I had to switch, tongue in cunt, one finger splitting her ass very, very slowly. She was turned on, humping back against me, clutching the furs, trying to get closer.
I widened her with one digit then two all the while eating at her but never ever letting her drop over the edge into climax.
She started shouting at me, swearing . . . desperate, aching . . . for me.
Oil in hand, I transferred it to my fingers then like a funnel into her ass. Getting her slick and ready for the hottest fuck of her life.
My muscles strained as I stretched her inexorably, scissoring my fingers, licking her, prepping her.
Thrashing her head, Astrid begged and pleaded in broken whispers that heralded my deepest arousal to the surface.
“I need to be inside you.” I thought I’d go raving mad if I didn’t get her on my cocks now.
My two solid dicks looked intimidating when I ran both fists up and down the lengths, saturating them in clear fluid. Then I dragged them against her beautiful cunt lips.
Priming her with one cock after the other sliding into the succulent wet velvet of her cunt, I gave her two rolling long-awaited climaxes. Flexing from my toes to my shoulders, neck corded with the strain of holding back my power, I pulled out while her pussy still convulsed on my veined monster.
I slickened my lower cock one last time until oil dripped from the hefty throbbing cylinder. I lined up with a knock-knock at her illicit hole I’d leave leaking cum soon enough.
I had to enter her pussy and her ass at the same time, maintaining a slow pace so I didn’t cause too much pain. But muscles shuddered all over my body, and my ass flexed as my balls jostled with so much seed I was going to drown her in cum tonight.
Still in the throes of an ongoing endless orgasm, Astrid gasped and screamed, a scream that halted with the head of one cock slurped into her pussy, the crown of the other mining into the smaller untried button below.
I gripped her thighs, holding her still, easing into her. One inch in, half an inch out.
Astrid grasped my forearms, her blunt nails cutting in. “Zane? Oh God, Zane!”
It took minutes, minutes full of patience as my chest heaved and my ass pumped minutely until I’d seated both cocks all the way.
Panting, groaning, growling, I stopped, still, filling my petite mate and letting her adjust to the heavy breadth of me. And I almost completely lost it with both cocks soldered all the way to the depths of both her holes.
“Fucking hell, Astrid.” My teeth ground together, fangs nicking my lips, lips that pulled back as my nostrils flared at the sight and the sound and the feel of her.
“Zane.” Eyes closed, she reached blindly for me.
With her body still folded in half, I shoved even deeper when I rolled up to drive my tongue into her gasping mouth.
Her cunt pulled and sucked at me just like her lips, and her moans seemed shredded from her throat.
Back, back, back, I withdrew both rods from her then pressed firmly to part her searing, hugging flesh again.
Then faster. Out of control. Slamming.
Sweat and oil and cunt juice flinging.
With each ruthless impact, my balls slapped the upturned cheeks of her ass, and she howled beneath my onslaught.
She came with the pleasure I mercilessly inflicted.
Hot suction clung to my cocks every time I pulled back. Wet tight tissue opened each time I thrust inside.
Rough, raw emotions overspilled, and I fucked her erratically, brow creasing, body never ceasing.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, meehri.” A low throbbing growl rolled from my throat.
“I won’t. I won’t! I . . .”
Her cream, the oil, my precum coated both cocks as I pounded into her, nearly lifting her off the bed with my punishing pace.
Her body jacked at an insane angle, I stuffed her one last time in both holes, tunneling deep in her ass, burying deep in her cunt. And the rub of my cocks through her thin membrane stole the last of my senses, unleashing a hammering need to make my mark so far inside her she’d never be rid of me.
Astrid’s wails turned to screams.
My groans became wild roars.
Bursts of light exploded inside me. A shuddering mass of muscle above her, I froze as my cocks thickened, kicked off, branded her in hot deluges of semen.
When I finished jerking, coming, Astrid lay beneath me, moaning and panting.
Sh
e still clutched me, eyes closed, lashes feathering her bright cheeks.
I took gentle care leaving her body, easing her legs down.
I took tender care, cleaning her up although a very male part of me wanted her to sleep with my seed seeping from her ass and cunt all night long.
Later I went at her again. I couldn’t stop. Her body glimmered like the moons’ light, too tempting to pass up. That time was slower, softer as I spooned behind her. She sighed when I entered her pussy, reaching behind to cup my ass, pull me in tighter. I licked her neck and pressed moist kisses to her shoulder.
She lifted her leg until the angle was perfect, my lower cock rubbed between her soft thighs.
We came again, quieter, holding onto one another.
She slept snuggled on top of me, but that was cold comfort considering all that had transpired. She’d said she wouldn’t leave, but that was just the throes of passion. I swept a hand up and down her back as she slept on, eventually closing my eyes, trying to maintain hope.
Hope that crashed down early the next morning when Astrid dressed and left with no more than a peck to my lips.
I had to endure her absence for most of the day while she hung out with and caught up with Cozmo.
Bereft of her company, I slinked to my office next to X’s and pretended to read through hundreds of incoming documents streaming across the intergalactic transmitter. I couldn’t focus on peace treaties or war alliances or any other interspecies bullshit.
All the while, I sat with a frown on my face, a face I planted on my fist, completely miserable.
X leaned against the door separating our two offices. “You fucking sad case. I’m going to start calling you the Emissary of Uselessness.”
“Like you never bitched and moaned about Prairie.”
“How would you know?”
“Jedrek told me you asked him, of all the goddamn males, for advice on how to woo her.”
He shrugged. “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Romancing a chick is a hell of a lot easier than making her forgive you for abducting her brother and conscripting him into slavery, which I didn’t even do.”
“Magnar said it sounded like you made up with her last night.”
“Eavesdropping asshole.”
“He claimed his ears were still ringing this morning.” X grinned before he slipped back toward his desk.