Teril's Fire: A Mate Index Alien Romance (The Mate Index Book 12)

by S. J. Sanders

  “What… what is that?” she whimpered as she felt desire claw through her.

  She needed more of him. She didn’t want to just be locked in place, no matter how good that felt. Her pussy creamed against him as she rocked back, enjoying the silky press of the fine scales covering his scrotum at the back of her sex. It was like a fire was set in her blood, demanding more. She needed to fuck, to be taken aggressively.

  “Borth?”

  His breath hissed out of him as he pulled back slightly and rammed back deep inside of her. The muscles of his forearm tightened. “You are fertile. It is my pre-breeding ejaculate to make you more needy and receptive to being bred,” his deep voice rumbled. “It is a natural reaction to your pheromones. I am sorry,” he grunted.

  That sent up a mental red flag through her haze of need. “Sorry, for wha…?”

  She felt something swell within her, pinching as it wedged tightly within her followed by more of the heat bathing her insides. She squirmed in shock and attempted to lift free, except the head of his cock wasn’t sliding out of her. The peculiar-shaped head and the first inches following it were wedged tightly within her pussy. Pleasure tripped through her as the pulling sensation at the mouth of her channel.

  She knew that if she tried hard, she could pull free. It might hurt, but she could do it—but the rush of pleasure overrode any concerns that she had at his words. Instead, she sank down on him while he snarled and yanked her back down, the hard stab of his cock making her cry out.

  Fingers biting into her hips, Borth yanked her up and down against him, her clit bumping against his scales every time he bottomed out deep within her. She clung to his wrists, demanding more as she threw her head back and gasped between her moans and cries. His own deep grunts filled the air around them with nearly every thrust of his cock, his hips snapping eagerly, desperate, against her as that thick member shuttled back and forth. Every so often, she could feel more hot sprays within her, amping up her pleasure, making her more receptive, until he broke into a hard, ceaseless rut.

  He snarled as he shifted, seemingly no longer cognizant of his knee as he pushed up onto them, her body falling back to hang even as her thighs clamped around him.

  “More…” she snarled. She hardly recognized her voice, but the need was making her wild. She growled and clawed at him, demanding his full rut. She didn’t want him to temper it. “Give me more, Borth. Rut me. Fuck me now. Gods, why can’t I feel you like I did? Please,” she whimpered with a desperate squirm against him.

  She needed the fire within her assuaged.

  A low, bassy sound erupted from the bony crest on his head in response, and he pressed forward. His hips drove against her in desperation, his scrotum slapping hard against her bottom. The bed rattled beneath them, but it still wasn’t enough. She clawed against his forearms and arched her body.

  “Katna, is everything okay…?” Grish’s voice trailed off at the doorway to end on a husky groan.

  She turned her head toward him and blinked against the fog of lust. Grish was stripping off his clothes and striding toward her. Her eyes fixed on his swelling cock, the wedged head seeming to inflate slightly as she watched. He wanted her too, and gods, did she need him. She needed both of them!

  “Borth, is she ready?” he rasped.

  The growl that came from Borth was unintelligible, his cock spewing inside of her with every thrust now.

  “Locked in,” Borth panted, his entire body trembling.

  Grish nodded. “You should have told me that you were going to do this, and I would have been here. Lay back, brother, I will help her and you. We will break the heat.”

  Borth turned his head and snarled aggressively at his brother’s touch but relented with a nod. Crystal cried out as the angle shifted, and she was draped over him, the ease of his thrusting making her scramble against him. His tail came up and laid against her back, capturing her against him despite her efforts. She was only vaguely aware of Grish settling behind her, but when the head of his cock pressed against her opening, nudging alongside Borth’s dick already filling her, she paused.

  He wouldn’t…

  Grish pressed forward, his cock sliding against Borth’s as he pressed deep within her pussy. His hand stroked against her rump as he thrust deep until both males were wedged within her. Crystal felt an upwelling of panic.

  There was no way her body was meant to do these things!

  “Relax, katna,” he growled. “There is a reason Terils mate with paired males. The females need both of us as much as we need it. This will not harm you. As our mate, you need it. So does he.”

  Crystal felt Borth’s cock leap within her as Grish pulled back and drove into her again, breath fanning her neck as she was pressed between them. Her clit rubbed against Borth’s scales as the male beneath her strained to keep himself planted deep within her as Grish began to work her pussy from behind.

  A shudder rippled through her as the males began to move in tandem, their heads pressing together, slipping against each other inside her. Borth’s arms came up behind her shoulders, keeping her pressed flat to him as he jerked her down with every press of his hips, forcing Grish to pick up his pace.

  A low, growling moan sounded behind her as Grish’s gentle rhythm fell apart, his strokes turning desperate, his cock now also jerking inside of her. She felt the press of his lips against the nape of her neck, a show of affection in the rising waves of heat and need. He thrust again and again until a bellow escaped him. One hand reached past her to grab onto one of Borth’s horns, yanking the male roughly so that his cock twitched within her.

  All three of them groaned. One of Borth’s hands came to grip Grish’s horn as well, and Crystal barely had time to draw in a breath before they were riding her, their bodies moving against hers in a tempo that made color explode before her eyes. A tightness that had built through Borth’s rutting swelled inside her as Grish also became locked, their cocks butting into her, pushing her higher, closer to the relief she needed.

  When at last her climax hit, she screamed, her pussy spasming hard. Her males trumpeted their pleasure as their seed spurted into her. They strained and grunted as they gave it up, cocks pressing deep. They were still jerking as she came down from her orgasm, their cocks still inside. Crystal blinked and swallowed reflexively. Her throat felt raw.

  “Wow…” she rasped

  Grish pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “I apologize, katna. Normally it’s not so hard on a female. Borth shouldn’t have joined with you without me, or at least with me nearby. Terils are not designed to mate in pair bonds. It is not healthy for us, as you can see. Both of you could have been injured if I had not heard you.”

  The male in question turned his head, his breath coming out in a weak chuckle. “Perhaps so, brother, but it would have been a fine way to go.”

  She couldn’t argue with that.

  Chapter 15

  Grish scowled at the crowds as they pressed in close. Although Yaturnak wasn’t as large as Intakfell, he was disturbed and all too aware of just how many males were too close to his female. It was a strange sensation, since he had never considered himself possessive before. In all his past dealings with females, he had been prone to being easygoing and so lacking in any jealous traits that it had frustrated some females who expected more reaction from him.

  But this was different.

  Even though they had yet to mate her, as far as Grish was concerned, Crystal was theirs. He could now appreciate the way other males he had known had reacted around their mates. Territorial, protective. Even though he knew from the scent of their female’s unchanged pheromones that they hadn’t bred her, he paced behind her as menacingly as if she were carrying his young. Of the two of them, Borth was more relaxed, but he was on alert as well, even if he wasn’t snarling at any male who breached their personal space like Grish was.

  Who would have believed that Borth would be the mellower of them when it came to their female?

  A
nd there was no question, despite his brother’s resistance to establishing a mating claim until he was certain that she would remain with them, that Borth was just as attached as he was.

  Grish’s expression softened as he glanced down at their female. Crystal did not appear to even notice the other males. She was chewing her bottom lip as she looked over the list that Talimia had sent to her datapad.

  He had been surprised to learn that the Wanit female offered to teach her how to cook. Although Nargis was friendly with them, Wanit females were known to prefer the company of their own kind. They would socialize to a certain extent, but not to the point where they would want to be around them regularly. Certainly not as often as a daily cooking lesson. Nargis had been equally surprised, but quite pleased when they had left. It still had been difficult to believe, and for days, Grish waited for the female to comm to make her excuses.

  That had not happened. Instead, Crystal had received a list early in the morning. She didn’t greet it with excitement, but rather with determination, like she was setting out to conquer something. She still had that look to her as she read the list with only the occasional thoughtful wrinkle marring her brow.

  “I hope you guys know what some of this stuff is,” she said as she dodged oncoming foot traffic, “because looking at this is like trying to decipher a bizarre encryption code.”

  Grish leaned forward, eyes scanning the list, and he nodded. “Yes, that will all be easy enough to find. A few of those things we grow and can put into storage for your use.”

  “Really? We do?” She gave the list a curious look. “Which ones?”

  He chuckled as he pointed them out on the list. “Mandars, gurek, effontal, saprili, and vintir.” He rubbed his chin. “I see you have yamril milk on your list. Perhaps we will see about getting a milking animal to keep at the farm. We intended to procure livestock but never came to do it.”

  “Oh, like what?” she asked, glancing up from her datapad.

  “Gorthals,” Borth said with a grin that had been absent from his face since his pains had returned to him.

  “What’s a gorthal?”

  “Fine mounts. Strong, fast animals suitable for carrying a large male such as us. And they are very smart,” Grish explained. “The Mintigi breed and raise them as work and transport animals. Borth and I have often spoke of looking at some local stock.”

  “Then why haven’t you? Are they really expensive?” she asked, her list forgotten with her curiosity piqued.

  He loved that about their female. She had an insatiable mind.

  He shook his head. “No, nothing like that. We do very well and have plenty of money and could buy several if we were so inclined. The reason we haven’t is more because we rarely bother to come into town. We order what few supplies we need to be delivered. However, now that you are with us, it seems a better idea to allow you to pick for yourself what you would like.”

  “You’re going to set me loose in your house and let me do as I like?” she asked, smiling.

  “Why not? It could not be any worse than the lack of effort that we have put toward it.”

  “It is a bit bare,” she agreed. “Well, then, that settles it. We’ll give the house a new look, and this would be a good opportunity to look at some gorthals.” She glanced down at her body. “And maybe some new clothes, so I’m not cycling through the same three outfits.”

  “You did arrive with surprisingly little. I have never seen a female with so few clothes,” Grish admitted. “I thought perhaps it was a personal preference of yours, so refrained from commenting on it.”

  “No, it was more out of necessity,” she sighed. “It’s a long story, and I—”

  “Ugaar… Grish and Borth Ugaar,” a voice interrupted.

  Grish suppressed a groan. This was why they seldom went into town. Terils stood out among other species, and he hated fending off the representatives of the Megaraisi Corporation who held offices in town. After many communities had ousted them for the disastrous effects of their heavy equipment use, they had turned with a greedy eye toward the small independent farms. Turning, he leveled an irritated look at the Calystii standing behind him. His irritation heightened when he scented his mate’s fear and heard her startled gasp.

  “What do you want?”

  The male’s glance lingered on Crystal thoughtfully but returned to him with an ingratiating smile. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Danya, a representative for the Megaraisi Corporation…”

  “Not interested,” he interrupted as they pushed by the smaller male, their female sheltered between them. “Now, if that is all, we have other things that requires our attention.”

  “Perhaps your female would be of another opinion,” the male said. His hard gaze landed on Crystal, rousing Grish’s anger. “After all, females are far more reasonable about things that are in their best interest. It can be a bastion of safety… Is that not correct?”

  Their mate shrank back from the male, her eyes darting around nervously. Grish growled and stepped between the Calystii and his female.

  “Is that a threat?” Borth snarled from the other side, his tail slapping the ground with a thud.

  The male sniffed and glared at them. “I cannot believe I have been reduced to this… dealing with males such as yourselves. Brutish, undisciplined primitives.”

  Grish sneered. “You Calystii like to forget that Telif Prime was one of the founding members of the Intergalactic Union, while your species was still fumbling around your own solar system and applauding yourselves for conquering the Lorgors.”

  “I see there’s no reasoning with you, as usual. Very well. I shall report to command. There is an Imperial ship that will be happy to receive my report, I think.”

  “Grish…” Crystal whispered.

  He set a calming hand on her shoulder and steered her away from the male. It disturbed him to see their fierce female frightened, but clearly there was some reason behind it. Although the Calystii Imperial Family had considerable might behind them, most Calystii were harmless.

  “Do not worry, katna. He is, as you humans say, all bark and no bite. He cannot hurt you, especially not with two Teril males protecting you. He is nothing.”

  “But he’s going to tell the ship…”

  “And what would they care? The Imperial Family is invested in the Megaraisi Corporation but not so deeply that they care about every little insult directed toward the corporation.”

  “It is not that simple,” she groaned. “Look, there’s something I have to tell you…”

  “When we return to our domicile, you can tell us everything you need. Until then, let us focus on our purpose for being here and not let one lone male ruin our day,” Borth suggested as he took up position at her other side, his hand sweeping down her arm in a comforting gesture.

  She took a deep breath and nodded, though reluctantly. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure there’s nothing that can be done about it at this very minute anyway.”

  “And it would take time for even an Imperial ship to arrive on the far outskirts of Antari Minor. We will deal with any problem, if it comes at all,” he reassured her softly.

  Crystal, even standing protected between them, appeared so vulnerable that it made his heart ache. Despite her fear, she made an obvious effort to marshal her strength and gave him a weak smile. She blew out a breath and lifted her datapad once more.

  “First thing on the list is a fatty borhawl flank.”

  As they wove through the crowds, Crystal seemed to relax again as she focused on her task. They filled baskets with cuts of meat, fruits, vegetables, and spices that Grish had never seen before. A few weren’t even on the list but were added to their pile because of their female’s joy over discovering them.

  At first, the Mintigi who ran the largest number of stalls in the market were cautious toward their female, treating her warily, though respectfully, while pitching their sales to either Grish or Borth. He knew that it was likely due to the imposing presence
of two large Teril males flanking her, but once it became obvious who had the most influence over their purchases, the Mintigi changed tactics.

  They soon began to eagerly present their wares to her, showing her their finest pottery made of the rare clay found only in hidden reservoirs. Others offered cooked samples of meat, pointing out what spices seasoned the meat best and the choice parts of different animals that they had butchered.

  Although the Mintigi didn’t run farms, they were expert hunters, and their nomadic lifestyle was suited to their herds. With the high-tech cooling units they acquired, they made their clans profitable by largely doing as they had done for generations. Every week, they came to the market with the choicest fresh meats, select beasts, and beautifully made items.

  From the Mintigi, Grish was able to arrange transportation of a milking yamril to be delivered to their property the next day. The female tossed her white head, sporting a webbed crest and horns, as she made a harsh trilling sound. Crystal had watched in fascination and laughed when the animal attempted to take a bite out of her clothing.

  And then there were the gorthals. They had finished their shopping, paying for their items and arranging transportation for items that were too large or too delicate to take home with them, such as the large collection of dishware that Crystal selected. The gorthal breeders were their last stop among the stalls. The large animals immediately craned their heads to calmly watch their approach.

  “They’re huge,” Crystal observed in awe. “Like a Clydesdale on steroids.”

  Grish raised an eyebrow at the odd descriptor but gestured to the animals with a sound of pleasure. “You see why we wanted to acquire mounts such as these.”

  “Yeah, one could probably carry both of you,” she laughed. “What are you going to do by yourself on one? They’re enormous! I know Terils are big, but that one over there could hold all three of us and still have room if we squeezed together.”