Brooke released her legs from around Nikolai’s hips and pushed against his torso.
“Give it your best,” she said, a grin spreading across her face.
The men laughed. Nikolai released Brooke. She rolled onto her elbow and put her head in her hand. “I’m waiting.”
Fire raced through Nikolai’s veins. He loved Galen with all his heart and the pleasure they shared was nothing short of miraculous. Having Brooke watch them raised the bar so high he had to clench his fingers around the sheets for a moment before he could gather enough control.
He came up on his knees, crawled between Galen’s legs and began to caress his lover’s taught body. Galen leaned against the wall, content to let him take control.
Nikolai kissed his way across Galen’s chest, the firm skin a delight against his lips, until he reached the first nipple. He licked and nipped at the tight peak and the firm muscles. Nikolai took his time, working his way down until Galen’s rigid cock bumped his chin. “You happy to see me?” he asked.
Galen made more room between his legs. “Depends on how much longer you’re faffing about,” he panted.
Nikolai chuckled. “Nearly there.” He licked Galen’s throbbing length and sucked the flushed head between his lips, pulling hard, making sure Galen could feel the edge of his fangs. Galen’s groan was music to his ears, but the panting he could hear from behind him drove him even higher. Brooke’s musky scent permeated the air.
He withdrew a little and the cock popped out of his mouth. Galen’s hands clenched around his head and attempted to push him back on his steely dick. Nikolai pushed them away. “Not so fast, I’m in charge right now.” Galen groaned. “What are you planning?”
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Nikolai stayed silent, knowing the uncertainty would drive Galen even higher. He stroked the rigid shaft, softly, more a tickle than a real touch and enjoyed the twitching results.
Galen balled his fists. “Stop fucking around, you bastard. Suck my dick!” Nikolai loved it when Galen lost control and made demands. Slowly he pulled the pulsing cock into his mouth again, making sure he used just enough pressure to keep Galen on edge.
One hand held the base of the steel-hard length, the other moved up to where Galen’s hip met thigh, and massaged the firm flesh. Galen loved the sensation of being touched there. Nikolai’s fingers moved farther down until he reached Galen’s dark entrance. Again, gently, because he knew any firmer touch would bring him closer to the end, Nikolai circled the pucker. He had no lubricant close by, so he sucked on his finger and pushed the tip into the tight entrance.
Galen groaned. “Oh, so good, give me more.”
Nikolai wanted to follow his friends demand. Fuck, he needed better lubricant. He was just about to release Galen and instruct the wall to open the compartment, when a moan sounded from behind him. Holding his lover’s cock, he looked at Brooke. His arousal jumped to lightspeed.
“Jade, woman, you look like a goddess,” he mumbled, unable to stop his hand from moving to his own hard length and stroking up and down.
“I was about to say something similar,” Brooke moaned. She was naked, leaning against the wall, her legs splayed open and her hand massaging her clit. “By Jade, the two of you look so sexy it should be forbidden.”
Still holding his friend’s cock, Nikolai moved closer to Brooke, more or less pulling Galen behind him. Hell, Galen liked a little pain. “Look here, Galen, I’ve found what we’ve been missing.” He leaned forward and stroked his tongue across Brooke’s slit, fingers and all.
She arched her neck and gasped. Nikolai chuckled and repeated his action. Then he stabbed two fingers of his free hand into her tight sheath. She screamed. He moved his fingers, massaging her clenching tunnel and coating his fingers in her juices.
“By Jade, you’re dripping, girl. I’ve never seen anybody so wet.” Now it was Brooke who chuckled. “Take this show on the road and you’ll have plenty of dripping pussy.”
Nikolai kissed her on the lips. “I think we’ll keep this between us.” He moved, never forgetting the other hand he had around his panting lover’s cock.
He kissed Galen, knowing his lips still had Brooke’s taste on them. Galen moaned. “The two of you taste so good,” he whispered against Nikolai’s lips.
Nikolai squeezed Galen’s erection. “Time to get serious.” Galen exhaled deeply and leaned back, giving Nikolai the necessary access. One hand massaging the throbbing dick, the other pressing against Galen’s tightly shielded 55
pucker, Nikolai knew no compassion. He pressed in, not stopping when Galen hissed.
He kept pushing and squeezing, until both fingers were inside Galen’s tight back entrance.
Galen moaned. Nikolai pushed deeper and played along the channel, awakening every single nerve ending. Slowly.
“Jade, Nikolai, stop playing around. I need you.” Nikolai bit his lover’s chest. “Didn’t I say I was in charge?” He bit again, strong enough to leave teeth marks. “Any more complaints and I’ll leave you hanging.” Galen groaned, but dropped his hands on the bed. Nikolai caressed Galen’s nipple with his lips as a reward, at all times holding his lover’s penis in one hand, massaging and stroking it. “Brooke,” he demanded. “Come over here.” Brooke came up on her hands and knees and slunk across the massive bed.
“What?” she asked, her voice husky. Her hunger singed him like a laser beam.
He leaned over and kissed her, their tongues tangling. Nikolai struggled to pull back. “I need lubricant for my dick,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck Galen in a few moments and if I stay as dry as I am it won’t be much fun for him.” Brooke breathing became more uneven. “Where’s the lubricant?” Her pupils dilated.
Nikolai smiled. Going by her widening eyes it wasn’t a nice smile. “In your mouth and in your pussy,” he whispered against her lips.
Brooke’s eyes closed and her hand went to her clit. Nikolai released Galen’s erection and slapped her mound. She gasped. “Stop playing around, milaya. Do you want Galen to suffer?”
She shook her head.
“Then get my cock nice and wet.”
He’d expected her to suck it, but she scrambled over their legs and sat on his lap, her back to Galen. Brooke grabbed his rock-hard dick and sank down forcefully. Her head dropped back in pleasure.
Nikolai let go of Galen completely and grabbed her ass. “Jade, Brooke, what are you doing?”
Galen roared with laughter, though his voice sounded hoarse. “If you need her to explain, I’m not sure where you’ve been for the last hour.” Brooke was wet, her juices gushing. Her tight channel gripped him from base to tip and he was one thrust from exploding.
Brooke moaned. “I’m getting you wet and myself off at the same time.” She leaned backward, putting on more pressure. “Jade, I’m so bloody close.” She bit his lower lip. “Don’t come, I want to watch you and Galen. Please don’t come.” She whispered over and over again, her movements becoming more and more frantic.
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Galen had come up on his knees and knelt behind her thrashing body. He caressed her back and stroked his hands across her chest until he held a breast in each hand. An electric spark shot through all three, making them all moan in delight. Nikolai saw a kaleidoscope of images, Brooke as a child playing ball, as a teen dancing with some young prick, as a young woman getting her pilot license. The pictures raced through his head, too fast for him to focus on anything.
Galen pinched harder.
Brooke’s muscles clamped down on Nikolai and she came. He had to grab his dick by the base to stop himself from exploding alongside her. She was a firecracker.
Panting, she laid her head against his shoulder. Gently, Nikolai stroked her hair, while Galen caressed her back. “That was amazing,” she whispered. She rallied and moved off Nikolai’s aching cock. He groaned when the damp heat moved away and he was left in the cool air of the cabin.
Brooke slumped on the bed. Her hunger sho
ne from her eyes and she gently stroked her pussy. The fact she was still turned-on drove Nikolai to greater heights. He focused on Galen. “Bring them out,” he demanded.
Galen tensed and his lids dropped. “Yes,” he whispered.
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Chapter Six
Brooke couldn’t believe she was lying on this bed, watching the two men before her make love. Nikolai’s demand drove both of them closer to the edge.
Galen slunk to the center of the mattress and knelt. Massive blue-green shadows appeared behind him.
Brooke’s breath froze. His wings.
Nikolai’s smile held an edge of darkness. “Spread them.” Galen complied. Nikolai moved forward slowly until their chests touched and he could caress them. His first strokes along the edges made Galen hiss.
The ever-changing color mesmerized Brooke. Galen’s feathers constantly changed; one moment they went from sky to royal blue, the next from deep turquoise to sea green, then a mixture of both. The cabin’s spotlights added a shimmer when they hit at a certain angle.
She wanted to crawl closer and touch, but at the same time she didn’t want to miss a moment of the exchange.
Nikolai moved his hands all across the wings, gaining greater and greater responses from Galen, until the Naema balled his fists and shouted, “Fuck me, you bastard!” Nikolai let go.
Galen became so tense the veins stood out on his chest and arms. His cock was flushed and dripping pre-come. The men’s gazes held each other captive. Nikolai’s silver eyes reminded Brooke of polished metal and Galen’s blue ones had gained a nearly blinding light.
She couldn’t predict who would win this battle of wills.
Then Galen leaned forward and grasped Nikolai’s face in his hands. The intensity hitched up a notch.
They moved at the same time and their lips met.
Once again Brooke expected violence and a battle of dominance, and the kiss had some of that, but underneath they clearly saw each other as equals. Their love surrounded them. If she reached out, she would be able to touch it.
Her vision blurred, her heart ached with the need to be part of the circle.
The men ended the kiss. Nikolai caressed Galen’s face before moving around him until he sat at his back and stroked across the center of the wings. Galen’s tension reached breaking point.
Nikolai clasped Galen’s hips and pushed him on his stomach. Galen got on his elbows and knees. Lubricating two fingers with the juice she left behind as well as gel 58
from a small bottle he retrieved from a compartment in the wall, Nikolai prepared his lover. Galen’s lids dropped.
Nikolai removed his hand and looked at Brooke. As he entered Galen, both men groaning, he held her eyes captive, pulling her in and making her part of the lovemaking.
Brooke froze for a second. The picture before her was the most erotic she’d ever seen, but it hit a nerve she’d thought she’d buried years ago. What she saw right now shouldn’t have this beauty. She shouldn’t be this intrigued.
But “should” had no place right here, right now.
Through the strong movement and dominance their love shone like gossamer strings linking them.
Brooke wanted that. She needed to be a part, needed to be included in their love. As she watched them explode together and joined with a smaller, less intensive climax, she understood they’d gotten far deeper under her skin than she’d ever imagined possible.
Both men panted and Galen groaned as Nikolai withdrew. He flopped on his stomach and turned his head to Brooke. “Did you enjoy the show?” Exhaustion shadowed his face.
Brooke struggled to push her needs down and out of the way and hide her inner turmoil. “Yes, it was great.” Going by Galen’s frown she didn’t do a very good job. He came up on an elbow, but before he could say anything Brooke raised her hand and asked, “May I?”
His smile lit up his face. “Of course, you are always welcome to touch.” She stretched out her arms and grazed the closest feather with the back of a finger.
Galen’s lids dropped.
“They are highly sensitive.” She cleared her throat.
“Yes,” Galen hissed when she used her palm to caress long sweeps of his wings.
They felt like a mixture of the richest velvet and the softest mohair, but that wasn’t quite true. Brooke had never felt a texture like it before and she had difficulty describing it. “Why do you hide them?”
He leaned into her touch. “Our wings have become the expression of our emotions.
Over the last few centuries Naemas have developed the ability to hide them in an alternative dimension. You can’t see or touch them when they are hidden through the rift.”
“But why do you hide something so special?” Brooke asked again, her gaze focused on the swirling colors.
“Because their esteemed leader wants them to give up all emotions,” Nikolai said.
Brooke tore herself away from the feathers and looked at him.
Galen touched his arm. “Let me explain.”
Nikolai nodded.
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Galen looked at her. “All Naemas have special gifts like telekinesis, psychometrics, telepathy, remote viewing as well as different levels of magic.”
“That is a lot of power for one person.”
He nodded. “Which is why control has become the most important aspect in our society. If we don’t control our gifts, others are at risk.” He moved one of his wings to caress her arm. She shivered. “They demonstrate our feelings. We cannot lie without them giving away our emotions. This is an unacceptable weakness, so one of the first things we learn is control of the dimensional portal. No matter what happens, our wings are supposed to stay hidden. To show them in society is to say you are lacking the necessary control and may have to be secured until you can.” Brooke nodded. “That must be where your inner stillness comes from.” Galen’s brows shot up.
She played with a couple of feathers, not meeting his gaze. “I don’t know how to describe it, but you have a balance and a calm, which lives in the center of you.”
“Thank you.” He smiled and kissed her. “As you have seen, they are also extremely sensitive to a lover’s touch and can be brought out to heighten the experience of the love play.”
“And they come in handy when you are facing overwhelming resistance,” Nikolai said.
Galen chuckled. “Yes, that is true.”
Brooke frowned. “Why is that?”
“Our wings double as weapons in hand-to-hand combat and they increase my power when visible.” He held his hand out to her. “Why are you over there? Come here and cuddle.”
“Yeah, what are doing so far away?” Nikolai asked.
Her thoughts swirled like a vortex, attempting to process everything she’d just learned, but the pressure eased from Brooke’s chest. They wanted her closer. Maybe there was the opportunity for more. She exhaled deeply and slowly cuddled between them. Whatever this was, it was better than anything she’d ever experienced. The more time she spent in their arms, the more she thought the risk of opening herself up to them may be worth it.
She snuggled closer and wrapped their heat around herself like a blanket.
For now she would make the most of what she had.
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Over the next two weeks Galen and Nikolai heaped so much pleasure on Brooke, she sometimes had trouble processing it. Nikolai in particular took great satisfaction in torturing her for hours. He would kiss her from head to toe and start again from the 60
beginning, while Galen went the other way, always keeping Brooke on edge, never letting her fall into the abyss.
During their lovemaking both Galen and Nikolai gained insights into her life, her history, but nothing to do with the Nebokka. Brooke managed to keep her emotions and needs tucked away behind the wall Galen mentioned, so she was sure neither man knew how deep she’d fallen for the both of them.
There had been no talk a
bout what would happen once they reached their destination. Nikolai seemed to assume once she was back where it started, her memory would return. With their help.
Brooke dreaded their arrival. When they found out what happened, what then?
Would the two of them take on a group of Ferals all by themselves? If the settlers and her crew had been sold as blood slaves, chances of finding out where they’d been taken had to be limited. It had been over a month since The Debacle. The trip of the Hamil Quadrant was another two weeks.
More than six weeks. Chances anybody was still alive were slim.
Brooke sighed as she looked at the colorful stripes of the hyperspace window. What was she going to do?
A hand gently touched her shoulder. Brooke couldn’t stop her smile. Galen. He continued to find her when she woolgathered or worried.
“A credit for your thoughts?” he asked, leaning his cheek next to hers.
“They’re not worth that much,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “They are to me. Tell.”
She exhaled. “I am scared when we get to our destination I won’t be able to help.
We’ve had no breakthroughs with your method. You and Nikolai have been able to link to me, but we never connect with the right time frame.”
“Maybe it’s because only two of us link.”
Brooke frowned and turned around. “What do you mean?”
“It is either myself or Nikolai who makes love to you.”
“Penetrating, you mean.”
Galen smiled. “Yes, penetrating you. The other is involved, but only on the periphery.”
“You want to do what you and Nikolai have been threatening me with from the start?”
Galen frowned and cupped her cheek, his calloused hand a little rough against her skin. “It’s not a threat, love. We understand that you’re not ready for this and may never be. It is one of the most amazing pleasures you can imagine.” Brooke sighed and began to pace, the tension in her back rising with every step. “So you tell me, but I have trouble believing. You’re both hung like rhino-bull, and I have only so much space inside me. It would hurt like hell.” 61
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