by Jorja Kish
“Mine,” he snarled, eyes closed as bliss fill his handsome features.
Braydok shuddered, his balls empty and aching from his powerful release. His cock softened regretfully, allowing him to ease out of her body before he placed a soft kiss on her rounded belly and sighed. The soft caress on his shoulder had him turning as he slipped away to capture Keene’s mouth in a heated kiss.
“Make her ours, baby,” he whispered and rolled from the bed away from her spread thighs, noticing his seed leak from her pussy.
Braydok growled as he watched Keene slip between her legs and slide his cock in her tight depths.
Keene moaned and anchored his weight on his forearms before lowering his chest against Mackenzie’s soft lushness. He gasped from her tight nipples that scrapped against his chest as he slid in and out her honey-wet depths.
Mackenzie screamed, wrapping her legs around Keene’s slender hips, sheltering his body with hers. The thickening tip of his dick sliced through her inner muscles, sending intense pleasure to her core that made her gasp. She helplessly fell into a pinnacle of ecstasy as another deep orgasm clamped her inner muscles around the thrusting cock.
Fuck, I want more!
“Oh gods, Keene, please,” she begged.
Sweat poured from Keene’s face, his eyes bright with pleasure as he took his woman with a fierceness that made his blood burn. He wanted to savour her heat, but was lost to the tightening of his balls. His release slammed into him, causing him to shriek, erupting into his woman. Spurt after sticky, creamy spurt, he emptied his balls into her womb, branding her from the inside. Gasping for breath and mewling through his orgasm, he had never came so fast, so fierce and was shocked at the intensity of pleasure and possessiveness that ravaged his body and heart.
Keene gently pumped the remainder of his cum into the convulsing tunnel that trapped his cock, forcing more pleasure into his veins as his eyes flooded with tears of ecstasy. Gasping for breath, his arms trembled from his weight as he rubbed his chest against her sweat-slick skin and shivered. He wanted her scent covering his body just as her inner juices coated his softening cock. He slipped out of her heat, pressed a feather-light kiss to her belly, and fell against Setti’s sweat-slick chest.
Softly panting, he smiled at his alpha and gave him a hot stare. “Claim her, Setti.”
Setti trembled when Keene’s flushed, slender body untangled from Mackenzie’s limbs and slipped into Braydok’s waiting arms. He knelt between Mackenzie’s flushed thighs and panting chest. Her nipples captivated him, but he wanted her soft, wet pussy wrapped around his cock first.
“I claim you, woman. You are mine forever, not even death will take you from me,” he vowed as his eyes took their fill of her perfection.
Later he would play with the red, coral-tipped beauties that would fill his mouth and force him to suck and suck hard on the turgid peaks. He groaned at the thought and felt his body pulse harder with lust and need.
His eyes scorched hot as he took his time to stare at his woman, at their mate. Naked, his cock hard and leaking, thick and wanting, Setti ached to possess Mackenzie.
His passion-rough voice ordered, “Use your fingers and spread yourself for me, Sheeala. Let me see how wet and hungry you are for me.”
He watched as trembling fingers slid to her dripping folds and delicately parted the fleshy opening. His eyes flared with lust, watching Keene and Braydok’s seed leak from her swollen depths. “Push your fingers in deeper,” he rasped, hunger in each syllable.
She slide her fingers deeper, enjoying the slight bite of pain and the headiness of being so exposed to her lovers, which should have flushed her skin with embarrassment but heated it with darker passion. How could she want such as she did, gentle and passionate one moment, sensual and heady the next, while aching for a sweet pain that made her blood boil with lust?
“Mine,” he growled and edged closer, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her pussy and her fingers. “Don’t move your fingers. I want to feel them against my cock when I take you.”
Mackenzie gasped and frantically nodded. Her desire surged as her fingers shook from opening herself to Setti, pushing them deeper, relishing that sweet, sweet ache of pain that she only wanted from her Setti. Her intimate core exposed her heart in ways she never fathomed existed. She eagerly surrendered her body and heart.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when Setti’s thick head pushed passed her fingers, sliding deep into body. She saw stars, her body jerked, but she kept her fingers tight, even slipping further into her pussy. Her dark passion accompanied the heady pain as he slid against her knuckles, enjoying Setti’s cock fucking her with powerful, hard thrusts that had her world shattering.
She moaned and opened herself further for Setti to take and possess. The pressure in her core, the thunder in her veins that made each hard thrust sear her insides had her head thrown back as she screamed her third orgasm and wept from the completion of her claiming. She knew the moment he emptied his seed into her that she was their bond mate.
Yes, yes, yes!
Setti roared, bucking and thrusting, spewing his cum and grinding his dick into her hot, wet tunnel. He grunted and rode the ecstasy of her body taking his seed and binding her for all days. Gasping for breath, still deep inside her, he leaned back slightly and bore his weigh to one side, tenderly eased her buried fingers from her pussy and brought each soaked tip to his mouth and gently sucked them clean.
“You taste so good, Sheeala. I’ll crave you for an eternity,” he said, licking her fingers.
He grinned and lightly rested his powerful length on her careful, of his weight, but cradling her with his strength as he released his cum and knotted inside her depths. She was theirs now. The seed of contentment finally sprouted, trailing through his heart and soul, easing any doubt of losing her to another alpha. Nothing in the Universe had that power now. Mackenzie was theirs for all days.
Setti rolled to his back, cuddling Mackenzie to him, and found Braydok and Keene slipping on either side of them. He opened his arms and gathered all his mates in a loving embrace. He placed a tender kiss to each of their temples and held them close, enjoying the hum of pleasure that saturated his heart.
“My bond mates,” he sleepily whispered, content and happy.
Tomorrow, he promised himself that they would spend the day in bed, learning each delectable curve of their life mate’s body, drinking in her sweet taste and sinking into her hot depths. For now, though, he needed to hold his mates as sleep captured his body and tamed his mind. For now, he would bask in his love for his mates.
Chapter 35
Bright-pink eyes fluttered open, blinking back the languid peace of sleep from her sooty lashes. Mackenzie sighed and smiled at the wonderful sight of Braydok’s hard, muscular body curled around Keene’s pale, slender form. The contrast brought a deep ache in her chest. God, she loved how they looked entwined together, content with bliss.
She shifted her weight and winced from the pulse between her legs, knowing she was going to walk a bit funny. A larger, satisfied grin stretched across her still-swollen lips as she sighed. Unable to help herself, Mackenzie rubbed her thighs together and hissed from the wetness that still coated their surface. She could feel the heat and stickiness of her lovers’ seed deep inside her body, some of it leaking out and perfuming the bedchamber with masculine musk, and sweat.
“Setti,” she whispered as she peered over her shoulder.
A frown marred her pretty features as she rolled to the empty space rumpled from his weight. She buried her face in his pillow and breathed in his scent that made her toes curl. The urge to rub his scent over her body had Mackenzie dragging the sheet and clutching it to her naked limbs. It wasn’t enough, though.
Lying back, she closed her eyes, debating whether to wake Braydok and Keene, but a quick glance had her reluctantly frowning. No, she couldn’t disturb them. Raising her arms over her head and pointing her painted toes that Braydok enjoyed painting in
to a long stretch, Mackenzie sighed with contentment.
“Now this is a wonderful morning,” she smiled.
She sat up, the silk sheet falling to her hips and her pink-tipped nipples still throbbing from mouths that worshipped the nubs.
A slow, sensual smile curved her lips as she turned and leaned down to place each on her sleeping princes a soft kiss to their foreheads. It was then that she heard a soft purr that motored at a languid speed only peace and love could induce. Her eyes popped as she leaned closer to Keene, tenderly trailing her fingers through his pale-blond mane of silk. The purring increased, much like a sleepy feline eager for a soft touch and gentle stroking.
“I knew you were adorable before, baby, but now even more so.” She giggled and placed another sweet kiss on his forehead, before rubbing Braydok’s full lips with her thumb and bending closer to kiss his sharply bladed nose.
Pulling away, she sighed like a woman in love, taking one last look at her men before quietly edging off their bed and searching for her other precious lover.
Her manicured toes curled on the soft-textured flooring, something she still marvelled at the ingenuity of alien technology. The floor was a mimic technology, catering to the specific needs of the occupants in the domicile. “Love my new home.”
Mackenzie enjoyed waking up and placing her feet on a warm, soft, cosy surface, grilled in her from the cold mornings she used to have back on her old world.
The clutching of her heart and the sorrow that never really left made her inhale sharply, but her sadness eased when a vehement promise by her mates to find Shayane filled her heart with hope. They would find her daughter.
Leaving her men to their catnaps, a term that certainly fit Keene’s serene slumber, she enjoyed the quiet time for her body to adjust to pleasuring three mates who rocked her world. She knew they were as tired as she was. Nevertheless, she wanted Setti holding her to his strength, lulling her into sleep with his warm breath that tickled her skin and mad her drowsy with contentment.
The light sound of a page turning caught her attention. Carefully, she slipped from the giant bed and softly padded to a plush chair that had one of her slinky robes that Braydok bought for her during her trip to the Menagerie as she slid it across her hot skin. A blush covered her cheeks, noting the way the sheer material boldly showed the outline of her red, coral-tipped nipples and the dark triangle of the soft pelt that covered her mons.
“No wonder he was adamant for me to have this. It’s barely clothing.” She snorted and rolled her eyes, loving the slinky robe anyway.
She tied the robe and crept out of their bedchamber on light feet, not wanting to disturb her other mates.
The darkness of the alcove was brightened slightly from a single lamp that shined on the side table. Setti’s massive body sat in one of the reading chairs that graced the library. He wore his dark leather breeches, unlaced, exposing the delicious expanse of his chest and the sexy trail of his body hair that narrowed down to his flat, hard belly where the thick patch of hair framed his gorgeous cock. A cock that was soft, but just as fascinating and inviting to Mackenzie’s senses.
A hungry grin spread across her lips. She licked them as she sauntered into the room, eager to touch her alpha mate. The silky material of her robe brushed against her hard nipples, causing her to breathe a bit heavier and fill the room with her sweet arousal. Her grin broadened when her lover jerked his head up from a leather tome and swiftly inhaled before growling, low and heavy.
“I woke up and you weren’t in bed. I was worried,” she said, swaying the remaining steps toward Setti and straddling his lap.
She sighed and rubbed her pert nose against his bladed tip before placing a soft kiss to his sexy, hard mouth that had an amazing taste and lushness that were at odds to his tough, masculine physique. Soft arms gathered around Setti’s head and lightly played with his military-cut short hair.
For an alpha and a man whose strength and virility exuded from every pore, he had the softest hair that tickled her fingers and made her want to rub her naked body and bury his head between her legs.
Her pussy dripped and she softly moaned with the pleasure of her arousal.
Damn, what is it about these men that make me burn whenever I touch, taste and scent them?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck and pressing feather-light kisses along her golden column. His body hardened when she released a heady sigh and pushed her lush ass harder on his lap.
“It’s okay, I’m just getting used to you lying next to me, and when I woke and found you gone, I-I didn’t like it,” she replied, cupping his jaw and caressing his whiskered skin as she stared deeply into his eyes, showing her vulnerability.
“I will never leave you, Mackenzie. Not you or Braydok or Keene. All three of you are my life’s blood, my Sheealii,” he vowed solemnly, placing a tender kiss to her lips.
Mackenzie shivered from the kiss and placed her tousled mane of hair on his chest. He was big and strong, easy for him to overpower her and make her submit to his every whim. She knew he wouldn’t take her without her permission, but just knowing he had the ability to make her beg spiked her newfound darker passions.
“So what are you doing, then?” she said, her voice husky with growing desire.
Setti lightly tapped the hardcover book with a blunt finger, blushed against her hair, and inhaled her scent that made him shiver. He could easily drown or become drunk on her scent that made his insides quiver, his heart pound, his cock harden, and his soul soar. However, at this moment he blushed from his secret indulgence.
“Well, I-um I…,” he flustered.
Mackenzie leaned away, searched his flushed cheeks, and found a glint of embarrassment in his stunning, pale eyes, making the indigo rings darken and bleed into the opaque surfaces. Her eyes lowered and her hand followed until she picked up the bound book and carefully opened the heavy tome. She flipped through the pages, taking great care due to their fine edges, and tried to read the foreign symbols that graced the pages.
She quirked a brow and raised her eyes to gently tease him. “Let me guess…Art of War?”
Setti felt the heat on his cheeks burn hotter and now the flush on his neck deepened as he slowly shook his head. His eyes searched her perfect features, marvelling at her beauty that made his chest ache.
“No, not this Art of War you asked. They’re love sonnets from a species long gone, but never forgotten,” he replied softly.
“Oh,” choked Mackenzie, her heart melting and her eyes glistening from her tears. “That is so romantic.”
Unable to help herself, Mackenzie leaned forward, cover her lips over Setti’s and surrendered to the kiss with a gentle passion.
“I’m a lot more than merely brawn, you know,” he chided softly, a thread of amusement in his tone. “Even to this day, my Sheealii are still unravelling my depth.”
“Honey, what does Sheealii mean? Is it the same thing as Sheeala?” Mackenzie asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, her amusement evident as well.
Setti leaned away and gazed in his woman’s stunning eyes, he smiled tenderly. His voice was deeper and rougher when he answered. “Sheealii is the plural version of Sheeala, which means beloved hearts. We also use the endearment to express our love. So it’s like saying ‘I love you,’ but with one word.”
“Oh.” Mackenzie’s voice hitched from the beauty of what he said. She rapidly blinked her eyes to stop her tears from falling. Her heart soared, overwhelmed that, from the very beginning, they said that they loved her, calling her Sheeala.
It was no use. Her heart melted from his words. There wasn’t a hope in Hell that she could stop her tears now. Her love swelled for her alpha mate. This gentler side of him was sweet and unexpected, which she loved even more about him.
“Why are you crying? I didn’t mean to make you sad. I only want you happy,” he said, distress laced in his deep tone.
Mackenzie shook her head and gave a sweet smile at her mate’s di
straught, lean features.
“No, baby, I’m not sad. These are happy tears. Sometimes I cry when I’m so happy that I can’t help it,” she whispered and let another wave of tears stream down her soft cheeks.
“But I still don’t like it when you cry,” he answered, his brows furrowing as his gaze glided over her features.
“Why is our mate crying?” a soft, sleepy voice called from the shadow of the alcove that separated the bedchamber and the private library.
Keene stepped out of the shadow, followed closely by Braydok. The two men sauntered to where Setti sat with Mackenzie curled on his lap. Each man was barely wearing lounge pants that precariously hung on their slim hips, exposing a lovely expanse of finely muscled belly and a peek of velvety pelts surrounding their cocks.
“I’m not, sweetie. I just explained to Setti that sometimes I cry because I’m happy. In fact, the three of you better get used it, because I know you’ll be seeing a lot of my happy tears.” She smiled smugly, watching with faint amusement the startled expressions that jolted them out of their sleepy features.
“But—” Keene said.
“No but, sweetie, now get your cute butt over here and bring that gorgeous creature you call a mate and give me and Setti our good-morning kiss,” she interrupted and ordered with a playful lilt to her husky voice.
Keene’s eyes lost their confused look as they sparkled before grabbed Braydok’s callused hand. “You heard our woman, honey, they need our kisses to start their day right.” He giggled and tugged Braydok across the room.
The sable-haired mate merely grinned and gave a slow wink at Mackenzie and Setti, who were both smiling at Keene’s exuberance.
“Far be it from me to withhold morning kisses.” He chuckled, scooping up Keene and hugging him to his chest, laughing at his little mate’s squeak.
“Let’s make sure every day starts off perfect and each of us promise to start it with kisses,” he announced with a wicked and loving gleam in his purple eyes.