by K. A. M'Lady
His tongue plunged deep inside her, and Kantella stole her sigh with his kiss. Together they stole her ability to think. Her will for control. She allowed them complete domination over her. They took, and she willingly gave, feeling freer in the giving than she ever had before. Only with them would she find this fulfillment, this oneness of the soul. Life and death didn’t matter, only this love for her mates.
They’d switched places, and moved her to straddle Traegar’s trim waist. “You are so beautiful.” He pulled her down to his kiss and her body onto his thick, hard erection. Inch by slow inch she accepted him into her body, just as she’d done his soul long before she’d met him. From the first glimmer of his image, his voice sweeping across her dreams, she’d known he was hers, and she his. She’d known he would never fail them.
Filling her felt like coming home. Traegar shuddered. The overwhelming need to complete their trion burned in his veins. He watched Kantella move behind her. Felt his touch against the sinful cleft of her dark passage as if he’d stroked it himself. Watched the desire darken Kantella’s eyes as mutual knowing, deeper secrets and darker desires engulfed each of their senses.
Kantella stroked his coated fingers across her rosette, and her inner muscles clenched Traegar in eagerness. He steadied her hips with one hand and slowly pushed a finger inside, breaching her one agonizing inch at a time. When Onya pushed back against him, moving at her own rhythm, he added another.
Traegar’s eyes rolled in his head, the feeling unlike any other. “Hurry,” he grumbled. His features were taut, his canines aching in his gums.
Onya’s body was soft and succulent in their hands. Kantella and Traegar knew each other’s wants before they’d moved, without having to voice them. Her essence lingered on his lips, the heat of her forbidden passage clenching tightly around his fingers, burning a path of fire straight to his groin.
He coated himself in lubricant, poised himself at her entry and slowly pressed against her, watching Traegar’s dark eyes while he pressed his suit. Inch by slow mesmerizing inch, he entered. When fully seated, blood roared like thunder in his ears, his body taut and shaky with the need for completion.
They began to move, Traegar pulling out to the tip and then Kantella, and then each in again and again until a steady rhythm had her body humming and her pulse racing. “Yes,” she cried. “Oh, God. Don’t stop!”
Traegar lifted her at the shoulder, bringing her lush nipple to his lips. Kantella arched over her, his lips against the side of her neck. Her body exploded as twin sets of teeth broke her flesh, the binding ritual taking completion, her body erupting into a million pieces and then reforming as the roar of their release filled her body and her heart.
Exhausted and replete, she drank from each of their necks in a kiss of tenderness, of love. “You are my life,” she told them as she lay between them, eyelids heavy, body happily exhausted. “Without you, I am nothing.”
“You are everything,” Traegar told her, brushing a stray strand of her from her cheek.
“If not for you,” Kantella agreed, “we would be nothing. Our people would be nothing, and there would be no hope. You have not only restored the future to our races, but given us something to believe.”
Onya thought on his words for a moment. It was strange that so much destruction and death could bring about so much change. That in such turmoil there could still be hope. Life and circumstance were at such odds at times. Perhaps good could still be found in the darkness, and the future of their peoples could quite possibly be redeemed.
All she knew for certain was that love would make her world a better place to be in, and she and her mates would do everything within their power to help all of their races know the comfort and peace of such a fate.
K.A. M’Lady
K.A. M’Lady lives in the midwest with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. She works, she writes, she believes. All things are possible with Faith, Love and Understanding. We all have gifts to offer the world...even the small things can bring joy to another’s heart.