Three Times Lucky: Five Sizzling Tales of Three-Way Love

by Kim Carmichael

  As if on cue, her rais and bram went to either side of her mena. In a remarkable move, Markov and Pell did the same with her and they all made their way to the waiting vehicle. They stayed quiet on the way to airfield hangar.

  Each of her males took an arm and guided her to the entrance, waiting for their turn.

  Her family unit approached first, taking their turn assessing the damage and whispering among themselves. She watched them, their bond apparent no matter where they were, or who they were with. Both her rais and bram comforted her mena and then did the same to each other, small touches, kisses and embraces between all of them no matter the sex. They passed her on the way out, each kissing her cheek.

  Until they entered the huge, dimly lit space, she didn’t realize how being near the wreckage would affect her, but now walking inside to the same stinging scent of melted metal and chemicals a flash of those last few hours on board went through her mind, and she tightened her hold on Markov and Pell’s arms.

  “Baby, are you all right?” Pell stopped their trek forward.

  She stared down at the plain grey floor. “I really thought I was going to die.” Thought of her own mortality made her shudder.

  “You didn’t.” Markov wrapped his arm around her waist. “You’re here.”

  Too many times her mena and bram told her not to live for what could have been. She inhaled, lifted her head and walked right up to the mess.

  The poor ship was beyond any repair, even being used for scrap.

  “You came in on no fuel, that’s what stopped a full on explosion.” Markov leaned forward studying the ship. “I read the flight records. The angle you took in was your only choice, but it took a lot of guts.”

  “We should have insisted on going with you.” Pell shook his head.

  “I wouldn’t have let you.” She stepped toward what used to be her bridge. The monitors, the computers, everything all shattered.

  “We should have insisted we go with you.” Markov’s voice came out strained.

  “It wouldn’t have solved anything.” At last she dared look over at the commander’s seat. The center of the bridge, the place for the leaders. There among the rest of the rubble lay her two anthromorphs. Trembling consumed her and she took them in. Without ending the program they still appeared like the males flanking her sides, only faded and broken.

  No one spoke, but Pell turned away and Markov shoved his hands in his pockets.

  “I want to know why the two of you are here.” Confrontation had begun. If her parents schooled them in their ways, then they would know they must answer.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be reflecting on what happened out there?” Markov motioned toward the disaster.

  “Considering we are supposed to be reflecting, I think my question is valid.” She put her hands on her hips.

  Both males faced her.

  “Why don’t you tell us?” Pell stepped toward her. “Why did you do this?”

  “If you can simply make a program that can look like us and act how you want us to act, what’s the point?” Markov lifted his chin.

  “We use them to work out problems, run scenarios.” Maybe if she started with the confessions, they would follow suit. “I thought maybe I could use them to help us.”

  “Did you use them in other ways too? Is that how you got distracted with the payload?” Pell crossed his arms.

  “I was lost in the scenario and upset you weren’t or they weren’t like you.” No matter where she looked, there was a different disaster so she shut her eyes. “There really is no substitution for the actual person.” In fact, using the anthromachines to simulate a being who had died was illegal.

  She opened her eyes. Today was about facing the truth. “You asked why I wanted you.”

  They stayed silent, Markov nodded, Pell stared at her.

  “You weren’t the only ones taken in by an alien.” Male Mersennians simply didn’t look like them. Yes there were similarities, but the difference was in the nuance. “But more than that, you let me be me, you were more interested in me than by bloodline, made me feel like I could be a female and still be a pilot. I knew you would protect me, but let me fly.”

  “Everything I just said was about me.” Her words echoed in the vast space and she let out a laugh. “So I ask again. Why are you here? Neither of you can be happy and I don’t deserve the title of your life mate.”

  Silence surrounded her and she slowly walked right up to the ship, and climbed inside. Something else needed closure and she bent down to her first anthromorth, reached around to the back of his head and extracted the main chip. She repeated her actions with the second one. Wherever her next job took her, she would save for another set and if nothing else end the program.

  She closed her hand around the chips and went to climb out, tripping in the process.

  “Careful!” Pell yelled, but both of them rushed forward.

  She caught herself and put her hand up. “I’m fine. I shouldn’t have even survived, then it would have set you free.”

  “You know what, Trevini? You were right, it is all about you.” Pell backed away. “Some would say the definition of love is how that person makes you feel, and for a brief second I thought maybe you saw that.”

  She pulled herself up and out of the ship and slid the chips in her pocket. “You don’t understand.” Once more she found tears clouding her vision.

  “No.” He pointed at her. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it was like the last few days. By the time we realized we couldn’t let you go, you had already taken off. You don’t know what it was like to get the SOS only hours before your landing and there was nothing we could do. You don’t know what it was like to watch your ship come in, and have spiritual advisors show up because you weren’t expected to survive.” His voice cracked and he turned his back to her.

  “Pell!” Markov ran to him and embraced him. “You know what I think, Trevini?”

  Pell wrapped an arm around Markov.

  Stuck watching them together, she had no words and shook her head. Did they find each other again? The simple act of seeing them together warmed her.

  “I think part of you wanted to die so we could live the rest of our lives wondering what it would be like to not have you.” Markov held one arm out. “When we sat together watching your ship come in, and they assumed were your life mates, it felt right. That’s when we decided we wanted the title.”

  Her heart took over and she dashed over, joining them. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you so bad.”

  “We’re yours.” Pell claimed her mouth first, but then Markov took over and in a move that made her heart swell, her two males mouths connected.

  She only prayed they weren’t only doing this out of lack of any other choice.

  Chapter Eight

  “Since we met our life mate she has been telling us how she is made for both of us.” Markov pushed her up against the wall to their sleeping chamber and kissed her, pressing his body to hers. “I demand to know what secret she’s been hiding, now.”

  “The question is not only what is she hiding.” Pell moved in, kissing her neck and working his way up to her ear. “The question is where is this secret?”

  When they left the hangar they supposedly obtained some closure. For her she lost a career but gained her life mates. The entire ride home they kissed, touched and stared at one another. Though they never said the word, there was no doubt as to what would happen once they returned home and the moment she opened the door, she let out the proverbial animals.

  The three of them barely got the door shut before they started a heated foreplay.

  “I was never keeping it a secret.” She took it upon herself to unbuckle her top, letting it fall to the floor.

  Both her males’ focus went right to her breasts.

  “You only need discover all I have to offer.” With some over exaggerated movements she shimmied out of her pants, rocking the suddenly constrictive garment off her hips.
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br />   “Thus far everything looks perfect.” Markov palmed her breast.

  Pell turned her toward the wall, came up behind her and cupped her bottom. “I would say everything is exactly where it should be.”

  She gave them a moment to take her in. Two sets of hands exploring her body, two mouths kissing her and her one body flooding with intense need. None of them could wait much longer. “I do see one problem.” Out of the corner of her eye she spied one of her daggers hanging on the wall and wrapped her fingers around the handle. In a sudden move she spun back toward them, keeping the weapon behind her.

  “What might that be?” With glazed over eyes, Markov reached out for her.

  “Both of you are falling way behind.” A smile across her face, she revealed the dagger, her desire only piquing when neither male moved back.

  “Is this part of Mersennian foreplay?” Pell raised his eyebrows.

  “You both know I’m more than Mersennian.” She pushed away from the wall and with exacting precision cut a slit up Pell’s shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”

  “Holy hell.” He tore the shirt off and reached for the waist of his pants. “Is this better?”

  “Keep going.” She turned her attention to Markov.

  He held his shirt out.

  “Never assume.” With a chuckle she aimed for the bulge in his pants and cut his belt in two.

  “I have to have you.” Markov ripped his own shirt apart.

  “Then stop talking and take action.” She set the dagger on the side table and sashayed between them to the bed.

  They both simply stared at her. Magnificent. Oh yes, her males were nothing short of spectacular. Their training as Earth astronauts left them both lean, their skin tight over their muscles. Pell’s chest was smooth, while Markov boasted a bit of hair, enough to entice. Both their erections were more than impressive, enough to satisfy and then some.

  “Don’t tell me I’m going to be all by myself.” She lay back among the cushions, spreading her legs enough to lure.

  Pell joined her first, sliding his body up against hers and kissing her neck.

  She tangled her fingers in Pell’s hair and gazed at Markov.

  “That’s hot.” Markov licked his lips.

  “Do you like watching?” Still staring at Markov, she turned her body to Pell.

  “Did you used to sneak peeks at us?”

  He lifted his chin in silent acknowledgement, his erection stood out straight in front of him.

  “I should put on a better show then.” She prodded Pell to his back getting on her knees to give Markov plenty to take in.

  Pell moaned as she worked her way down his body, nipping and teasing his nipples, running his tongue over his stomach, scratching her nails over his hips and tickling her fingers dangerously close to where he wanted her to touch most. “Baby.”

  Once more she peeked at Markov. Her other male had taken to slowly massaging himself. “Should I?”

  He nodded.

  “Maybe you should have Pell help you with your problem, it’s no fun to do it alone.” She gave Markov a little hint and gave Pell what he wanted and encompassed him with her mouth.

  “Yes.” Pell hissed out the word and arched his back.

  Wanting to give both of them everything she held back, she took him deep and provided plenty of suction.

  “Like that, baby.” He writhed beneath her.

  She made her way back up, twirling her tongue over the tip and looking straight at Markov.

  Pell panted.

  “Oh, man.” At last, Markov rushed to the edge of the bed. After a momentary pause, he went to Pell’s side.

  With no hesitation, Pell reached up and took hold of Markov. Pell’s confident strokes and the way Markov shut his eyes as if hungering for this moment, told her they had more than dabbled during their time isolation.

  Their lack of inhibition enticed her. She continued to direct the flow and moved around, treating Pell to her mouth while he took Markov into his hand. Finally their true tastes took over her mouth, stimulated her senses and she clenched her thighs not wanting to interrupt this delicate dance between them.

  However, right before she resorted to begging for attention, Markov pushed her back and Pell took her in his arms.

  As she dreamed, the three of them were together. Both males took their turns kissing her and taking in her body. Thrills coursed through her when Markov held her breast, first kissing and sucking her hard nipple and then holding it while Pell grazed his teeth over her. Want consumed her and she squirmed.

  “I think it’s time we focus on our female.” Markov’s voice came out a low growl. He skimmed his hand down her stomach.

  While Pell continued to work her breasts, to kiss and caress every part of her, Markov lowered his face to her most intimate of areas. His tongue flicked over her, shooting exquisite jolts of pleasure through her entire being.

  “Ah.” In any effort at self-control, she dug her nails into one of the cushions and held on.

  “Um.” Markov continued, giving her more of what she craved.

  Pell joined him and they lay side by side, using their tongues to build up the most mind-blowing pleasure. She wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

  At long last, Markov’s fingers delved deeper, and she held her breath. No Earthling, dare she say most known species didn’t offer what he would uncover any moment.

  His long fingers teased her, tracing around first one opening and then her second, and repeating his actions twice before stopping once he deciphered her secret. “Pell.” A slight smile on his face, he took Pell’s hand and guided him to her. “Feel our life mate.”

  Pell made a similar set of explorations. “Oh my God, she is made for both of us.”

  They looked at each other and up to her.

  “Do you need both of us, or is it a want?” Markov asked.

  “It’s an ache.” She reached for Pell, pulling him up.

  He contoured to her back and raked his lips along her shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

  “It’s like a thirst, where I can only be satisfied when I have both of you.” She motioned to Markov.

  He moved up and hooked her leg over his hip, positioning himself. “Then I say we need to take care of your needs now.” Without making her wait any longer, he entered her.

  She sucked in her breath and turned back to Pell, guiding his face to hers, in another kiss. Her taste combined with theirs on his lips as he glided into place and closed his eyes.

  “Baby.” He let out a sigh of pure bliss and held her tight.

  “I can feel both of you.” Markov lowered his head to the crook of her neck.

  After what seemed like an eternity of waiting in want, she was filled, her two life mates inside her and she had to have more. “Now.”

  Primal needs took over, and the males quickly found their rhythm. One would thrust in, the other retreat room and then they would switch. At no point was she left without one of her males imbedded in her. The sounds of their skin pounding together reverberated through the room along with moans and sighs of need finally being fulfilled.

  She closed her eyes, allowed the ecstasy to consume her and her first release built. “Pell.”

  “Tell me.” Pell palmed her breast and drove into her harder. “Just tell me what you need.”

  Her breath ragged she managed to get out one word. “More.” She tilted her head back.

  “Anything.” Pell ground into her and dipped his head down, giving her a deep kiss.

  “Oh!” She needed nothing more and her body tightened around him in bursts of pleasure. “Ah.”

  “She’s coming.” Pell yelled out. “Damn do you feel that?”

  The ripples of euphoria continued, but only served to spur her on, increase her arousal. “Don’t stop.”

  With Pell continuing his onslaught, Markov followed suit and tightened his hold on her hips, propelling himself as deep as possible.

  “Markov.” She tightened her hol
d on his arm. “Markov, like that.”

  “Look at me.” His tone came out demanding.

  Again, her desire peaked, but she did as he commanded. “I need to…” The throbs in her center overrode her voice.

  “Oh yeah, I felt her before, now I really do.” Markov moved her leg up further and rolled his hips to her. “I’m going to come.”

  “I can’t wait.” Pell shook. “She came for each of us.”

  “Just a little more.” With each individual release, her climax drew closer. They plunged into her and kept the momentum at a perfect pace to stimulate the sensitive tissue inside her separating her males. An area unable to be reached without her life mates.

  “Tre, please!” Markov’s breath hitched.

  “I need to let go.” Pell’s voice laced with restraint.

  At hearing their cries for their own release, her body went rigid. Her innermost core undulated with both Pell and Markov, creating the most delicious throbs of euphoria and fulfillment.

  “Ah!” Pell thrust up into her and he reached over and grabbed Markov’s shoulder.

  “Yes!” Markov joined them, his pulsing joining theirs.

  The most incredible warmth radiated through her, the proof of them joining together.

  Since she was old enough to understand bonding, she heard about the climax, the end, but she never experienced the true grandeur. While the other releases provided some relief, they didn’t give that gratification, the pleasure, and dare she say, the connection.

  They all lay together catching their breath, their limbs and lives intertwined, riding out any last echoes of their passion and sharing knowing glances. By the dazed looks in her males’ eyes, they were more than pleased with the outcome.

  “Does this mean we’re officially together now?” Markov broke the silence first. “The three of us as one unit?”

  She traced her fingertips over Markov and Pell’s arms. They still held each other with her in the middle. “In a way yes, but we will need to have to file the official documents.”