His lips came crashing onto hers. Megan thought she knew what it was to be kissed but quickly discovered she’d been dead wrong. Garfor took command of her mouth, demanded entrance and left no part untouched. Her shock was instantly replaced with sexual hunger the likes of which she’d never imagined possible. As his tongue glided sensuously along hers, his fingers caressed her pussy.
She reached out blindly and found his crotch. She whimpered when her fingers met the ties of his pants. Megan attempted to pull them free.
Garfor tore his lips from hers and kissed down the column of her neck. “Swaya, let me make love to you, worship your body in the manner it should be.”
“No, please, now…can’t wait,” she panted out, stroking his long, thick penis through the fabric. In a tiny part of her brain, it registered that she was groping stranger and begging him to fuck her, but Megan couldn’t focus on anything except the all-consuming need to give herself into his care and feel him plunging deep.
“Are you protected from pregnancy?”
“Yes,” Megan answered.
Garfor added his hand to hers, and Megan sighed loudly when together, they freed his heavy cock. He repositioned, using his knees to further spread her thighs as he moved on top of her. Supporting himself on one arm, he guided his penis to her opening. She grabbed onto his shoulders and drew her feet up until her soles were flat on the bed. He placed his other hand on the mattress, stared into her eyes and slowly flexed his hips forward.
The combination of his size and her lack of sexual activity in longer than she cared to remember had her digging her fingernails into his skin and whimpering. She let her eyelids fall and tried to help by lifting her butt a bit.
“Be still,” he whispered, pulling back ever so slowly. “So tight, so hot.”
Garfor lowered his upper body and slid his arms beneath her shoulders, cradling her close to his chest. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her heels to rest on his hips. With short, careful strokes, he pumped back and forth until his balls rested against her ass.
“Oh my God!” she cried out as another, more powerful orgasm took her by surprise. Her inner muscles contracted, and she quivered from head to toe. He’s not even moving anymore, she thought with wonder.
A sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl, was her only warning that things were about to change. Garfor’s grip tightened, and he set a fevered pace. Slow and easy was definitely over, and Megan was more than ready to take all he wanted to give. He pounded back and forth, stretching and filling her. She held on with both arms and legs and soared on wave after wave of glorious sensation. When he stiffened and came with a shout, Megan gasped for breath and prayed she didn’t lose consciousness as she flew apart again.
“I’ve dreamt of this for so very long,” Garfor said after settling on his side facing her and smiling. He trailed a finger from her shoulder down her arm.
“Yeah, I bet lots of guys probably fantasize about a woman begging them for sex.” Her embarrassment grew in direct correlation to the clearing of her brain from whatever sexual haze had consumed her. She was conservative, level-headed and definitely not a slut. “Believe it or not, I’ve never done anything remotely similar to this in my life.” Megan attempted to put her clothes into some kind of order. “I’ve only had one lover, for God’s sake, and I married him before sleeping with him.”
Garfor stopped her fidgeting by taking both of her hands in his. “The Slaterine soul bond is legendary in its intensity.”
“I’m one hundred percent Earthling, but thanks for trying to make me feel less trampy.” She mustered a small grin.
“Race is immaterial, and the soul bond is about so much more than the physical, Megan. Can you deny that you felt a deep connection with me from the moment we met?”
“No, but, I was scared and—”
“Can you deny you were also drawn to Rork and Loban as soon as you saw them?”
She didn’t hear anger or jealousy in his voice. Megan stared at him, searching for displeasure in his expression and found none. “No, I can’t deny either, but both things really freak me out.”
“Rork, Loban and I are also soul bonded, but we don’t have intercourse with each other. We’re destined to share one woman, our swaya; you.”
He leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Megan turned her cheek and shimmied up into a sitting position.
“So you’re telling me that your soul mate can come from any planet in any galaxy?”
“Yes.”
“Must be damn hard to find her.” Megan hoped he caught her sarcasm.
“We are certainly blessed by the Gods to have found you. Many search their whole lives, to no avail.”
“What happens then? I’m not buying that guys like you live without the, um, company of women for any length of time.” Her face, and other parts of her person heated as memories of how he’d fucked her senseless only a short time ago played through her head.
“I appreciate the compliment,” he said with a devilish leer. “And I promise that the rushed coupling we just shared, although incredible, is not indicative of our lovemaking to come.”
Megan jumped out of the bed and backed across the room. “Do you read minds or something?”
Garfor slowly stood, but didn’t move toward her, which Megan greatly appreciated.
“We don’t expect you to understand all that’s happening. Allow us time to show you your destiny.”
“You know what, Garfor? I’m thinking you’ve come up with one hell of an impressive back-story in order to get me into bed with you and your buddies. Not that I blame you, what with me agreeing to go off with you in a hot second, and this…” She swung her arm in the direction of, and glared at, the rumpled blankets on the bed. “And now it makes more sense why you brushed off my offer to pay actual credits for the trip.”
She considered making a dramatic lunge for the cabin door, but where could she run? She was well and truly trapped. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Right through there,” he replied, pointing to his left. “Come on, I’ll show you how everything works.”
A short time later, Megan stared at her reflection in the mirror. When she’d come out of the bathing stall, her carry-on case had been sitting inside the bathroom door. Good thing since the clothes she’d worn earlier were a rumpled mess. The white and silver floor-length dress she’d packed for meeting her new employer was a tad on the fancy side for her current circumstance, but her only other choice was a nightgown, and she definitely wasn’t going to traipse around in that.
Her thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Garfor’s explanation of a soul bond was both far-fetched and incredibly romantic. “Maybe I was just good old-fashioned horny,” she mumbled, running the brush through her wavy hair. “There’s a whole lot of muscle-ly, exotic, male yumminess on this ship.” Deep down, Megan didn’t truly accept her own logical reason for what was going on; her actions had been too out of character.
“Hiding in here isn’t a viable option, they’ll probably notice.” She took a couple of calming breaths and walked back into the sleeping cabin.
Garfor was sitting in a chair, concentrating on the small computer tablet he held. He’d changed into a pair of black pants, and his hair was no longer braided. Instead, it was tied back in a loose ponytail. Megan’s heart skipped a beat when Garfor looked up and saw her. He stared at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.
“Do you own a shirt?” she asked, sitting down on the cot to put on her boots.
“One or two,” he answered with a wry smile. “The climate on Mesta varies from warm to scorching hot. We dress accordingly.” He boldly checked her out. “That gown you’re wearing, for example, would be extremely uncomfortable if you were on my planet. The fabric is too heavy, and the top too formfitting.” He stood and walked to her. “Though, I must say, you are absolutely stunning.” Garfor kissed the top of her head. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Then let’s get you something to eat.” He held out his hand, and Megan accepted it.
When they entered the galley, Megan was shocked to see Rork pulling a bowl out of what she assumed was either a heating unit or a replicator while Loban lounged in a chair with his heels resting on the edge of the small table in the center of the room.
“Who’s, um, driving?” she asked nervously.
“The computer, at the moment,” Loban answered, crossing his arms behind his head. “In a few hours, we’ll be—”
“Megan needs food,” Garfor announced.
She wondered why he cut off Loban so abruptly until the aroma of whatever was in Rork’s bowl had her stomach rumbling in a most unladylike manner. “Sorry,” she said, glancing down at the floor, over to the walls, up at the ceiling. “I haven’t eaten since, well, at least yesterday. I’m not sure how much time has passed since my meltdown at takeoff.”
“Come, sit.” Rork set the bowl and spoon on the table and pulled out the chair in front of it.
“I’ll get bread and cheese.” Loban hopped up.
“Oh, Rork, thank you, but I’m not going to take your meal.”
“I offered it, and yes you are.”
He kept hold of the back of the chair while staring at her. His tone and serious expression made it clear he expected no argument. Megan crossed the short distance and sat. Rork placed his hands on her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze.
“It’s our privilege and our duty to take care of you, swaya.”
Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the spoon. Rork using the term of endearment sent a confusing mix of uneasiness and excitement through her. What were these men expecting? She was only going to be with them for a couple of days at the most.
“You’ll get used to him, Megan,” Loban commented as he set down a plate piled high with thick slices of dark bread and chunks of cheese. “He’s gruff at times. Actually, he can be annoyingly bossy, but he means well.” Loban lightly cupped the back of her head and smiled at her before moving to take his seat again.
She concentrated on tasting the thick soup, unsure of what she should say next. Although she couldn’t identify the individual vegetables or meat, it was delicious. Megan dunked a piece of bread into the thick broth. As she alternated taking spoonfuls and bites of bread, she was keenly aware of the way all three men watched her every move.
“This reminds me of a dish I make with beef, fall squash, potatoes and onions. I’m hoping to get a house on Somas Prime that sits on enough property so I can have a substantial garden area.”
“Hey, Rork, sounds to me as if Garfor and Megan didn’t do a lot of talking while they were in his cabin.” Loban lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
“I wouldn’t have either,” Rork said, winking at her.
Megan dropped her spoon, and the clatter seemed shockingly loud. “We most certainly did talk.” She was thrilled when Garfor nodded in the affirmative without commenting on anything else. “He told me about your bond, and how it’s your fate to share one woman, and that he believes I’m her. It’s a giant compliment that you guys would even give me a second glance, so thanks a lot, really, a lot.” She looked at each one of them before continuing. “But a big part of me thinks his story is a convenient way to get the Earth woman to do the group horizontal mambo until you drop her off on her new planet.”
Loban burst out laughing. “Damn, I bet it does sound suspect when you don’t know us or our ways.”
“So you’re not experiencing emotions and desires for us, which are out of the ordinary for you?” Rork asked.
“I’m under a great deal of stress right now,” she offered. He harrumphed, effectively calling bullshit on her feeble excuse. “Okay, maybe I am, but my future is on Somas Prime.” Megan was surprised by a sharp pang of regret. “You’ll be rid of me soon and off to parts unknown.”
“We aren’t headed to Somas, Megan,” Rork announced.
“What?”
“We’ll be arriving on Mesta shortly.”
She stood so quickly her chair toppled backward onto the floor, and she focused her full attention on Garfor. “You lied to me?” Hurt and anger had her trembling.
“Not exactly.”
Megan took some comfort in seeing his pained expression. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and waited.
“Your employer allowed your transport to be switched to a vessel that would have taken three weeks to arrive. Spend that time with us, swaya. We have a compound at the base of Mount Zefra, one of the most beautiful areas of our planet. There is a lake, fed by waterfalls from the snows melting off the mountain peaks. At this time of year, the foliage is in full bloom, and our two moons are huge and golden in the night sky.” Garfor moved to stand close.
“It sounds incredible,” she whispered.
“You said you enjoy gardening,” Loban mentioned as he walked around the table to stand on her other side. “Our compound is completely self-sustainable. There are fields of naturally growing fruits and vegetables and dozens of hydroponic units to produce the products that can’t tolerate the sandy soil and dry heat. We also have herds of animals to provide meat and milk.”
“I don’t understand. This is a military ship and you were way out of your neck-of-the-woods being on Earth. How do you maintain an operation like that while zooming around the galaxies?”
“We own the land, but the farming and care of livestock is a communal effort with all of the families in the district. Everyone reaps the rewards.” Rork walked toward her. “Certain regions of Mesta are rich in ores that are greatly sought after by many outworlders. A strong military, along with vigilance in negotiating treaties and brokering fair trades is essential. We represent the house of H’oug in such dealings.”
“Wow.”
Megan was duly impressed by the obviously important positions they held in their society, but it was their proximity that made it difficult to form a coherent sentence. Her heart raced, and lust scrambled her thoughts.
Rork grasped the back of her head and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. She grabbed onto his hips for support. Four other hands softly caressed along her shoulders, arms and back. When Rork ended the kiss, Megan was breathless and, once again, extremely horny. She rested her forehead against his shoulder.
“Let us show you our world, swaya,” Loban whispered, nuzzling the side of her neck.
“If Somas is still where you want to be afterward, we’ll take you there.” Garfor added, pressing himself along her back and stroking her hips.
“You guys so don’t play fair,” she said with a sigh.
Loban chuckled. “When we get home, Megan, you’re going to find out exactly how we like to play.”
Chapter Three
“Someone in this hover car owes me an apology,” Loban announced when he settled in the back seat next to Megan.
“Oh, fine,” Megan replied. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“What have I missed, now?” Rork asked as he engaged the engine and piloted the small craft out of the spaceport.
“Megan questioned the clothing I replicated for her.”
“I’m practically indecent.”
“You’re dressed in the same manner as the Slaterine women you just saw with your own eyes in the terminal.”
“But you are far more beautiful,” Garfor said.
Rork silently marveled at Garfor’s understatement. Beautiful didn’t come anywhere close to describing her. Having gotten off the ship first in order to handle customs paperwork and bring the car around, he hadn’t seen Megan in her new attire until moments ago. His dick was so hard it ached. The sleeveless, loose-fitting dress fell only a few inches below the curve of her ass. Her legs were long and shapely, and he was going out of his mind thinking about when they’d be wrapped around his hips. If he knew Loban, and he surely did, Megan was wearing only the tiniest of panties, if any.
Intense emotions assaulted him as he deftly navigated the rugged terrain of their homeland. His pride was beyond measure at how the Gods had honored them with such an exquisite swaya. They would take care of her, cherish and protect her.
If she allows it. The words echoed in his mind for the hundredth time. Rork tightened his grip on the control stick. He’d never imagined that when they found their woman she wouldn’t immediately recognize them as her mates and embrace their life together. Garfor and Loban were the ones who excelled at diplomacy. His strength was in understanding when a situation required action instead of talking and in not being afraid to make that call. Megan would have to get by him if she wanted to leave.
Normally, the two-hour journey home was nothing more than a necessary chore.
“Oh, oh, look at that!” Megan squealed.
Rork briefly took his focus off their path, again, to check out whatever had caught her attention. She was pointing and practically bouncing on the seat. Megan’s exuberance was contagious, and he couldn’t help smiling. The massive rock formation, covered with spike-shaped, blue and purple harissa blooms was definitely remarkable. How had he missed its beauty on all their other trips back and forth in the past?
“The harissa plant is pretty to look at, but don’t ever touch it with bare hands. It secretes an enzyme that will have you itching for days.”
“How does it grow on the rock?” she asked, draping her arms over the back of the bench seat and leaning forward between him and Garfor.
Rork breathed in deeply, savoring the faint, floral scent she was wearing. “That type of rock is the only place the plant grows. They have a symbiotic relationship. At the roots of the harissa, deep in the rock, are deposits of an ore we use in the process to make fuel.”
“Can the ore be extracted without killing the plant?”
“If it’s done properly by highly trained and sanctioned miners. There are stiff financial penalties to those caught attempting to poach the ore. Is your vocation in the Natural Sciences, Megan?” Rork was anxious to learn every single thing about their woman.
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