by DJ Michaels
Ari loomed over Tarkan’s shoulder and his frown had no place in her pleasure buzz. “Are you sure Chelsea? There can be no going back once we take you to bed.”
Good, she didn’t want to go back. Hadn’t that already been established? She managed to focus enough to look into Ari’s purple eyes and then asked a question that had never before passed her lips. “Can you make me come?”
He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a half smile. “Yes, I think I can manage to give you an orgasm or two.”
She pushed at Tarkan, which turned out to be totally ineffective. “Then why aren’t we naked?”
Tarkan shifted position. Pulling his hands from under her skirt, he gathered her into his arms and lifted her against his chest as he rolled to his feet. He stalked across the room and Chelsea didn’t have to look to see if Ari was following them, she could feel him practically breathing down her neck.
The bedroom Tarkan carried her to was paneled and floored in the same cool gray as the rest of their home but it was warmed with furnishings of ochre red and moss green. The large bed was not quite made and there were a few clothes on the floor but she didn’t have the time or the inclination to give the room a closer look. When Tarkan lowered her to her feet and stepped back, she didn’t have eyes for anything but the two men in front of her.
Tarkan was the one who’d been pushing for this and his eyes were roving over her like a touch but it was the look on Ari’s face that squeezed all the air out of her lungs. His expression was hard, impassive and she would have faltered then if she hadn’t been able to see his eyes. The amethyst color had darkened to almost black and the storm of need and desire seemed totally at odds with his controlled body language.
Then his fists clenched. “Strip. I want to see you naked.”
She rocked a little under the spike of lust that command sent through her body and she squeezed her thighs together to try to stop the ache. “I need help. I can’t dress or undress by myself.”
Tarkan stepped forward. “You don’t have to, love. It would be my pleasure to relieve you of your layers.”
Chelsea had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about her clothes and his comment sent shivers of anxiety down her spine. Along with a completely foreign sense of anticipation.
Here she stood on an alien planet, ready to share her body with two men who were little more than strangers and she wasn’t feeling anywhere near as scared as she should be. What she felt was aroused, needy and so ready to beg she should have been embarrassed.
Then Tarkan moved behind her, his big body throwing off heat like a fire, his large hands skimming her shoulders and down her back. “You feel so soft. So delicate.”
Chelsea resisted the impulse to snort in derision. She was of average height but she was curvy and she had never in her entire life been described as delicate. But she supposed to the oversized Enforcers she must seem small and frail.
Tarkan lowered his head, trailing his warm, firm lips along the side of her neck and Chelsea’s bones melted right out of her body. He kept his mouth on her, licking and sucking as he unlaced the back of her gown. Reaching around her to undo her sleeves, he pressed his body against her back so she could feel every hard centimeter of him, including the rock-hard erection that pressed against her ass.
Once all of her buttons were undone, Tarkan stepped back and pulled the gown up and over her head. He made short work of the ties of her petticoat and as soon as that was discarded he relieved her of her garters, stockings and boots.
Standing there in nothing but a corset and chemise, she wasn’t sure where to look, or where she should put her hands. She was fighting the urge to cover herself—because really, what was the point?—when Ari lifted his eyes from her body and trapped her gaze with his.
He took one step toward her and she started to pant, her ribs pressing helplessly against her underwear. Then he took another step and another, never once releasing her eyes.
Tarkan pressed up tight against her back, his arms firmly around her waist and she grabbed him for something stable to hold on to. She allowed his heat and strength to anchor her because when Ari got close enough to touch she knew she was going to beg.
“Undo her chemise.” Ari had his eyes on her, but the command was for Tarkan.
Chelsea felt the pull of the ribbon around her neck and then Tarkan tugged at the fabric until her breasts were mostly bared.
Ari finally lowered his gaze. “You really are a pretty girl.”
Closing that last bit of distance he lifted his hand and trailed calloused fingertips over the fine, pale skin of her chest, working his way down in slow, sideways sweeps from her collarbone to the mounds that were barely contained by the satin cups of the corset.
“So soft.” He bent his head and licked along the line where his hand had just traced, sucking lightly as Tarkan shifted his hands to cup her. Ari lifted his head, Tarkan squeezed and Chelsea moaned, not even caring that she wasn’t holding herself upright anymore.
“Take her mouth, Ari,” Tarkan said. “Keep her busy while I finish up.”
Ari put his hand on the side of her face and she leaned into him, needing the connection of his touch. Then he slid his hand into the coiled hair at the back of her head, pulling her forward at the exact moment Tarkan started unlacing her.
Ari didn’t bother easing her into the kiss. He fitted his mouth over hers and pushed at her with his tongue, demanding and gaining entry before Chelsea’s brain caught up. She sagged into him, allowing him to plunder as he would, surrendering to the demands of his lips and tongue. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her tight against him, forcing her head back as he devoured her mouth, sweeping and stroking her with his tongue, thrusting into her in a foreshadowing of what was to come. She didn’t care. She didn’t care that he just took, she didn’t care that he was demanding, she didn’t care about anything but the heat of his body and the way he made her feel.
Her chemise disappeared and this time when Tarkan pressed against her back she felt hot, smooth, naked skin. Pulling away from Ari she turned, not hesitating as she ran her hands over the broad expanse of Tarkan’s chest and abs. He still had his trousers on but there was so much to explore above his waistline she didn’t much care. Then it was his turn to kiss her, his fuller lips softer than Ari’s but no less masculine. Tarkan didn’t demand, he seduced. He teased and cajoled, he nipped her lips and licked into her mouth, never giving her quite enough.
Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, grinding her body against his in an effort to push him. She didn’t want to feel like the only one out of control but Tarkan wouldn’t didn’t oblige her. Instead he kissed his way down to her neck, took a firm grasp on her hips and levered her away until there was too much air between them.
Chelsea moaned. “No, no don’t.” And the now familiar heat of a naked body at her back returned to warm her. Her protest died when Ari slid his hands around her, one to cup her breast, the other gliding down to slip between her pussy lips.
She’d never been this turned on, this hot and achy, and she could only imagine how wet and slick she’d feel under Ari’s strong fingers. His legs bracketed hers and she rubbed her ass against his erection as he used two fingertips to circle her clit.
Tarkan stepped back, leaving her wholly in Ari’s arms, his cognac eyes hot and hungry. “Make her come, Ari. I want to watch her shatter.”
Ari bit her shoulder before lifting his head. “Put your fingers inside her, then you can watch.”
Chelsea was parting her legs before Tarkan took a step and when he slid one long finger into her she arched against Ari’s hold, flexing her hips, trying to grind herself down on Tarkan without losing the intense swirl of Ari’s fingers.
Her whole body was on fire, every nerve and muscle wound so tight she couldn’t breathe or think or do anything but feel. Ari circled her clit faster and faster as Tarkan inserted a second finger, stretching her tight as he fucked her with his hand. Ari grabbed her br
east with his free hand, squeezing and rolling until she was mindless, until she was nothing but gyrating hips and a burning need to come.
“Please. Please, I’m so close.”
Ari pinched her nipple, pulling and twisting. “Come. Come for us, pretty girl.” And just as she broke he bit her on the back of the neck, holding her with his teeth as she came in shivering, racking waves of mindless pleasure. Colors exploded behind her eyelids, her body shattered into a million pieces as it scattered into the sky and for a long, shining moment there was nothing but pure ecstasy.
Her body vibrated, shivering and twitching as she started to ease down. Ari still held her but his touch was gently soothing as he stroked his hands over her breasts and belly. Tarkan still had his fingers inside her and when she lifted her head to look at him he had a self-satisfied smile plastered on his face.
“Good?” he asked.
Chelsea nodded but wasn’t up for much more than that.
“Excellent.” He curved his fingers inside her and rubbed up and down. “Now it’s our turn.”
Chapter Eleven
It might make him a total bastard but the look of dismay on Chelsea’s face amused the hell out of Tarkan. If she thought they were going to stop now that she’d had one orgasm, regardless of how powerful it was, she had a lot to learn about him and Ari.
He eased his fingers from her body and the way her internal muscles tightened around him only widened his grin. Her body didn’t want to relinquish him any more than he wanted to be gone. But he wouldn’t be gone for long.
Leaving her to Ari for the moment, Tarkan stripped the covers off his bed, unlaced his pants and shoved them to the floor. Kicking himself free he stood there completely naked and wondered how he compared to the men of Chelsea’s planet.
“Do we look different?” He was more curious than concerned. He’d been visiting bower houses since he first became an Enforcer and he was well acquainted with women’s bodies and the best ways to satisfy them.
The woman he wanted to satisfy at the moment was still a little high on her pleasure. Her gaze was unfocused when she turned to him. “Different to what?”
“To the men on your world.”
“Oh.” She straightened a little and he could see the effort it took for her to gather herself and step out of Ari’s arms. It was a few more moments before she looked at him, really saw him and damned if his cock didn’t twitch in anticipation as her eyes cleared, then widened a little. She took a step closer, just one and his whole body flexed.
“You’re much taller and more muscular than an average human male,” she said. “Your hair or mane or whatever you call it is different. And no one on my world has electric-blue hair,” she glanced at Ari, “or purple eyes for that matter.”
She walked closer slowly, her hips rolling in unspoken invitation and everything in him ached for her.
Her eyes traced his body. “The color of your skin is lovely, like burnished copper. We have lots of different skin colors on my world but nothing like yours.” Lifting her hands, she smoothed across his skin. His chest, shoulders, down his arms and back up again. “You don’t have any body hair. Is that the same for all Gemarran males?”
He nodded, not quite trusting himself with a verbal reply. Her soft touch seared his skin, igniting him in ways he had never imagined. He didn’t know if the connection was strong because she’d agreed to his claim or if it was something unique to Chelsea. But he did know her touch resonated in places that went far deeper than the physical.
She skimmed her hand down his stomach and grabbed hold of the base of his cock and that’s when his mind went blank.
“Now this,” she squeezed and he grunted. “This is sort of the same as a human male but not.” Wrapping both hands around him she fisted him bottom to top and his whole body shuddered. “You have the same basic shape as our men but you are much longer and thicker.” She rubbed her thumb on the ring of ridges near the head of his cock. “And here, our men have a kind of smooth flange—not the interesting bumps and nodes you have.”
Tarkan caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Ari came up behind Chelsea, laying his hand over hers where it wrapped around Tarkan’s cock. It was odd to see another man’s hand so close to the most intimate part of his body, stranger still to feel the burn of arousal as Ari threaded his fingers between Chelsea’s and resumed her strokes.
The pressure of their hands was much firmer, more assured and Tarkan’s head tipped back in surrender as they pleasured him. He stayed like that, fighting for control while he savored every stroke and caress. Every time he took a breath he could smell them, not just their personal scent but the heavy, sweet smell of arousal. And if Chelsea’s taste was half as good as her scent, he was about to become her slave.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck he forced her to meet his gaze. “Get on the bed, love. On your back, legs spread.”
A flash of nervousness crossed her face, but she didn’t pull away. So he waited, allowing her to search his eyes for who knew what before she finally nodded and slid out from between him and Ari. She crawled onto the bed, flashing the smooth, pale globes of her ass before she rolled onto her back.
Tarkan turned to his den-mate. “You want to get up there and keep her company?”
Ari smirked at him. “Hungry, are you?”
“Famished.” And not just for the sweet taste of Chelsea’s arousal. He was starving for a woman of his own, someone who would worry about him and be waiting for him and Ari when they came home from battle or from a smuggling run. He hungered for the kind of connection and softness only a woman could bring. The fact that he was so close to achieving his dream was both glorious and terrifying.
Ari stripped and climbed up on the bed beside Chelsea, claiming her mouth in a kiss that melted all the tension out of her body. His free hand strayed to her breast, his fingers a dark contrast to Chelsea’s fine, pale skin. Unsurprisingly, the sight of them together shot a spike of arousal down Tarkan’s spine but what caught him off guard was the swelling in his chest. A feeling of ownership and rightness took root and then took over. In that moment he knew he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep the three of them together.
And with that promise to himself he climbed onto the bed, easing himself between Chelsea’s legs before pushing her thighs wide enough to accommodate his shoulders. Sprawling on his stomach he shoved her legs even wider and used his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze. She was wet, pink and swollen. His mouth watered so badly he had to swallow twice before he dared to lower his head.
That first touch was like magic and his lips against the most feminine, secret part of her body was sublime. Dipping his tongue to lick at the heat of her arousal he teased her, swirling around her clit before sliding down again. She tasted sultry and innocent, sweet and wild, and he couldn’t resist opening his mouth. Flattening his tongue he pressed against her, licking her bottom to top and back again.
On the third pass she caught his rhythm, flexing her hips in time with his pace, moving to his tempo. As soon as he began to feel her orgasm build he changed his pattern, nipping at her outer lips before thrusting his tongue inside her.
Once he had her writhing and begging and promising him the world, he finally took pity on her. Sucking firmly on her clit, he shoved two fingers inside and pumped hard, only managing a few strokes before she exploded under his mouth. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she shoved her hips at him, wringing every drop of pleasure she could get from his lips and fingers.
He gave her some time to come down but her muscles were still twitching as he kissed his way up her body, licking the light sheen of sweat from her skin. Nestling his head against her breast he tilted his head to find Ari’s eyes on him.
“Your turn,” Tarkan said.
“No, I’ll take my turn next time. Let’s just get it done.”
Tarkan loved Ari like a brother but he was a complete pain in the ass. And he was totally transparent. Ari had experien
ced one too many hurts, one too many abandonments for him to leap into the situation with an open heart but dragons would cease to fly before Tarkan let him get away with that crap.
Easing himself onto one elbow, he stroked Chelsea’s shiny brown hair with his free hand. “Did you like what I did to you, love?”
“Of course.” She gave him a strangely shy smile. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“Yes, I could tell. In the very best way.” He let his hand rove down, circling and cupping her breast. “Wouldn’t you like Ari to do that to you as well? Wouldn’t you like to feel his mouth on you?”
He heard Ari mutter a colorful profanity under his breath and Tarkan pressed his lips together against the smile that threatened. But the amusement fled when Chelsea stilled under his hands.
“It’s not necessary,” she said. “Not every man likes doing…that. I don’t want Ari to do anything he doesn’t want.” Tarkan just stared at her, completely astonished that she would even think Ari was unwilling. Then she continued and her voice grew so quiet he instinctively leaned forward.
“Some men think that part of a woman is smelly and nasty.” She lowered her eyes so all he could see was the fan of her lashes. “Some men only do it because their woman likes it and others find it a real turnoff.”
There was a story there but Tarkan was only capable of one siege at a time and right now Ari was the asshole in his sights. Reaching across Chelsea’s body he grabbed a fistful of Ari’s hair and wound it around his fist. Tight enough to hurt.
“Are you seriously going to let her think you don’t want to? That there’s something wrong with her?”
Ari winced at the pain but didn’t ask to be released. “You are a fucking bastard.”
True. “But I’m your fucking bastard. And hers. And I’m not going to let you make her feel she’s anything less than she should be.”
Ari didn’t say anything, so Tarkan waited him out. Eventually Ari tried to pull his head away from Tarkan’s grip. “Let me go.”