by Becca Van
Their little mate needed more time to get to know them before they claimed her. He just hoped she didn’t take too long to accept them as hers.
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Darcy couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d kissed Cark like he was the last man on Earth, make that Zennox, as if she was starving. She squirmed on his lap and gasped when she felt his elongated cock rub against her jean-covered mound. Her pussy was so damn wet and she was so horny, her insides were trembling and aching. She slowly became aware of the silence in the room and the sexual tension was so rife, it was hard to breathe.
She glanced at Cark and then quickly lowered her eyes when she saw heated hunger in his glowing hazel orbs. With a slow, deliberated care, she got of his lap, making sure she didn’t brush against his hard cock. The last thing she wanted to do was incite his desire for her further.
Her full bladder once more made itself known and she peeked up at Drac from beneath her eyelashes since he was standing so close, and tried to figure out how to tell these men, aliens, that she needed to go. She nervously licked her lips and watched warily as Drac’s gaze lowered to her mouth. When she looked up at him, his nostrils flared and his brown eyes seemed to glow brighter.
“I need to…go.”
“You are not going anywhere,” Froz said in a growly voice.
Darcy turned and stared at him. “If you don’t let me go, I am going to leave a puddle on the floor.”
Plat moved up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I will show you the waste and bathing room.”
“Thank you,” Darcy said and turned to look up at him. Although she could see hunger in his eyes, too, he wasn’t as intimidating as Drac and Froz. He smiled at her and then held his hand out to her.
She placed her hand in Plat’s, frowned at Froz over her shoulder, and let Plat lead her to the bathroom. She was surprised when he only led her across to the other side of the room to a blank wall, but watched avidly as he pressed his thumb against a small button and she gasped when the entire wall seemed to vanish.
“Wow.” She looked up at Plat and smiled at him. “That has to be the biggest bathroom I’ve ever seen.”
“Bathroom?” Plat cocked an eyebrow in query and one side of his mouth tilted up.
Darcy mentally cursed when her wayward body reacted to his enticing scent, his masculine form, and the heat she could feel coming off of it, and his sexy grin. She waved her hand in the air. “This is what we call a bathroom back on Earth. A room where you bathe.”
“Bathroom. Yes, I like that word. You will have to teach us more of your Earth terms.” Plat tugged on her hand and guided her through the tropical oasis until they were once more standing in front of a small rock wall. She looked back over her shoulder at all the unusual plants and breathed in the wonderful floral scents. She’d never seen anything so amazing in her life. The bathroom had a small lake-like pool which was surrounded by plants and brightly colored flowers. There was even a waterfall, and the mist from the falling water looked like sparkling jewels under the sun’s waning light. She gasped when she noticed that the ceiling in this room was completely transparent. The effect was amazing and reminded her of a tropical paradise. Darcy met Plat’s eyes when he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed the tips of her fingers and then placed her finger on a small button. A small doorway appeared in the wall.
Darcy peered into the smaller room and sighed with relief when she saw a weird-looking toilet. Before she entered, she asked, “How do I close the door once I’m inside?”
“There is a button on the other side the same as this one,” Plat pointed out.
“Oh, okay, thanks.” Darcy stepped into the room, looked for the button, and then pressed it, relieved when the door appeared, giving her privacy.
She used the facilities and then washed her hands at the sink inside the large cubicle. She would really love to ask to take a swim in that small lake in the other room, but she was hungry and thirsty and wanted to appease those needs first. Plus, she had no clean clothes or underwear to put on. She hoped one of the men could find something for her to wear, because there was no way any of their clothes would fit her. They were huge compared to her and she would have a hard time keeping their pants up around her waist or one of their leather-looking-type shirts from falling off of her shoulders. She giggled when she imagined what she would look like if she tried on their clothes, imagining herself looking like a little kid playing dress up. She took a deep breath when she realized she’d sounded a little hysterical and hoped she didn’t drop her bundle again. The first time was bad enough, but a second time would be downright embarrassing.
Darcy gasped when the faucet turned off automatically and then blew hot air over her wet hands, drying them. It was just like a hand dryer in a public restroom, but different because the air came out the same place the water had. She wondered what other technology the Zennoxians had on their planet.
It would be interesting to learn about this world while she was here. She was more than curious about the Bim men. However, she was more than a little worried about the way her body reacted to the five handsome aliens.
She just hoped she could talk them into returning her to Earth, and soon, because she was concerned about doing something totally stupid.
Like having her wicked way with them.
Chapter Three
Lowl watched Darcy as she tasted each food on her plate. Her face was very expressive and he nearly laughed when her little nose scrunched up and her eyes widened with disgust as she tried the uri. Uri was a bitter root vegetable and an acquired taste, one that he and his brothers had never taken to.
The house helpers had prepared a traditional Zennox feast of roasted berra and loads of vegetables. He had growled at the younger Zennox males as they had stared at his mate as they placed the food on the large trestle, and was pleased when they had scurried away with their heads lowered and their eyes diverted.
He and his brethren were going to have to be vigilant around their female. Mates were rare and to be protected. If their species hadn’t been so aggressive all the time, they may have had a lot more females on their planet, but they couldn’t change the past. At least they no longer killed each other and just fought instead.
Maybe they could send warriors from each faction to Earth to find their hearts’ and bodies’ desire. He would have to bring it up with Darcy, and if she agreed at the next leader meet, he and his sibs would see about sending some of the warriors from their province to her home world. It would be up to the rulers of the other areas to organize travel for their own men, but he, his brethren, and his mate would need to write out some rules which would be signed by each male who left to explore the Earth. But he was getting ahead of himself and those talks would be further down the track. For now he and his brothers needed to concentrate on getting their female to accept them as her males.
Lowl was brought from his thoughts when his tatra, his heart and body’s desire, made a humming sound. Darcy moaned when she tasted the berra, drawing him from his thoughts, and he shifted his gaze to her face once more. She sighed and chewed hungrily before swallowing.
“Wow. That is delicious. It sort of tastes like chicken, but a whole lot better. What’s it called?” she asked pointing to her plate.
“Berra,” Froz answered.
“And that?”
“Uri,” Drac replied.
“Hm.”
“Do you not like the uri?” Plat asked with a smirk.
“Um…uh…”
“No one likes uri,” Cark interjected with a chuckle.
“Oh, thank god. I didn’t want to offend anyone.”
“You could never do anything to offend us, little female,” Lowl stated fiercely.
“Ah…okay. Then please never give me that stuff again. It’s disgusting.”
“Yes, it is.” Plat stroked a hand over her hair and Lowl groaned when he noticed her lift her arms to her chest. Before she covered her female mounds with her cr
ossed arms, he caught sight of something sticking out on top of them. He was curious and wanted to ask her about the hard points, but he swallowed down the question on his tongue. She was still a little nervous around them and he wanted her to relax, not become more tense. And she was trying so hard to hide her desirous reactions to them, but it was a losing battle. Did she not realize they could smell her musky desire, or see the way her flesh bumped up whenever one of them touched her?
“Did you guys decorate that awesome bathroom?”
“Drac and I did,” Froz said.
“It’s amazing. I love all the plants and the waterfall and how you made the bath look like a lake.”
“It is a lake,” Drac said.
“It is?”
“Yes.” Cark nodded. “The domicile was built around the hot springs. We learned to blend nature with our needs. All the cleansers we use to wash our bodies with are from the plant life on our world and do not contaminate our natural resources.”
“The rocks and soil filter out any impurities in the liquid and all the fluid is recycled,” Lowl explained.
“Oh, that’s good. On Earth, humans are slowly destroying the planet by mining our natural resources and the temperatures are rising. Man is our world’s own worst enemy.” Darcy frowned.
Lowl didn’t like to see her looking concerned, but was pleased when she smiled at him as he handed her a chalice of ratt. She sniffed at the drink and then took a sip, before gulping the rest down and then held the empty chalice out to him. “That is so yummy. Could I please have some more?”
“You may have anything you wish, tatra.”
“What’s tatra mean?”
“It means one of my heart and body,” Drac said and looked at Darcy passionately.
“W–what?” Darcy stuttered and then started coughing.
Lowl patted her on the back and then caressed up and down as she gasped and spluttered. He sighed with relief when she drew in a full breath and stopped coughing. He glared at Drac and nearly gasped with surprise when he felt his brother’s determination beating at him. He and his brethren had heard the stories of how their kind would become more attuned to each other’s emotions when they met their right mate, but he hadn’t thought to experience such things himself. As he turned inward and concentrated, he felt all of his brethren’s desire for their Darcy beating at him. His already hard cock jerked in his pants and a spurt of seed erupted.
Lowl wanted to pick her up, sweep the food from the table, rip her clothes from her beautiful body, and spear her with his penis. He inhaled deeply, trying to control the hunger surging through him to take his mate, but that didn’t help one little bit. It only made it worse. He could smell her musky scent and knew she was wet for him and his brothers.
He pushed back his chair and hurried from the room. There was no way he could stay when he was in danger of pouncing on her. He would frighten her and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Lowl paused outside the feasting room and leaned against the wall. He had to go back in there while he and his brothers explained what she was to them. When he had calmed down a little, he pushed off of the wall and stalked back over to his seat next to his mate.
The muscles in his arms tensed when she placed her cool, soft hand on his forearm.
“Are you okay?”
He clenched his jaw, nodded, and then looked down when she caressed his skin. When he met her gaze, he knew she had no idea what she was doing. Her white teeth nibbled on her lip and his body began to heat up again. Lowl clasped her hand and brought it to his mouth. Before he knew what he was about, he was licking and nipping at her fingertips. Darcy made a low purring sound in the back of her throat and then, as if she’d just realized what was happening, tugged her hand from his.
“Stop that,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Why?” Lowl asked, aware that his brothers were listening to every word they said.
“Because…”
“Did you not like the feel of my tongue and mouth on your skin?”
“I–I…that’s got nothing to do with anything.” Darcy’s face started to turn pink.
“Why does your face change color?” Drac asked.
Darcy cleared her throat nervously, dragged her eyes from Lowl’s, and turned to meet Drac’s gaze. “A human’s face turns pink or red when they are embarrassed or…”
“Or what?” Plat asked.
“When-they’re-aroused,” she said quickly, stringing the words together.
Lowl had deciphered her rushed words with ease. When he glanced at his brethren, he knew by the looks on their faces they had also heard what their mate had said.
Froz rose to his feet and began to walk around the large table toward Darcy. He pulled her seat away from the table, leaned down, and rested his hands on the arms of the chair, effectively caging her in.
Lowl’s cock jerked when the increased aroma of her desire permeated his nose and he inhaled deeply, taking her sweet, musky perfume into his mouth and lungs. Froz bent over until his face was a whisper from Darcy’s. “Would you like to repeat those last words for me? But this time say them so we can understand what you said.”
Darcy shook her head, her eyes moving until they briefly met Lowl’s before she was once more connected visually with Froz.
“You said when they are aroused,” Froz said in a quiet, yet confident voice. His tone was like he was waiting for Darcy to deny what they had both said, but it seemed their mate was stubborn, because she didn’t confirm or deny his brethren.
“Your face is tinged with pink, little one. I can smell your musky cream. Are you embarrassed?”
Darcy shook her head slightly and Lowl wanted to howl with joy. Their tatra wasn’t impervious at all. The more he sniffed, the stronger her aroused scent became, and he wanted to bury his face between her legs and drink her sweet honey down until he’d had his fill and she was begging him to stop. Lowl wanted to bring her to peak after peak before sinking his cock into her hot, wet depths. But since Froz was the oldest of the five of them, his brother had first right to merge with their female.
It wasn’t unusual for more than one Zennoxian blood brethren to connect with their tatra at the same time, but they needed to make sure that their mate was willing to bind with them first. They were a warrior race and it was their job and joy to protect any female that needed protection. No matter how much the males fought amongst themselves, the fems were to be kept safe and happy at all cost.
* * * *
Darcy wanted to squirm in her seat, but managed to refrain from doing so. From the heated look in Froz’s glowing green eyes, trying to hide how her body reacted to him and his brothers was a useless endeavor. She tried to look away from Froz as he slowly bent down further, but she couldn’t seem to break the connection. Or maybe it was because she didn’t want to.
She moaned when his warm, soft, yet firm lips pressed against hers and her body went up in flames. She was aching from the inside, low down in her belly, and even her breasts were throbbing. Her nipples were so hard they had to be poking through her shirt. Her cunt clenched and more cream wept out.
Froz’s tongue thrust into her mouth, rubbing along and tangling around with hers. She reached up and clutched at his shoulders, trying to anchor herself when she was being buffeted about in a sensual storm. Never before in her life had she felt so hungry, so needy, and she wasn’t sure how to douse the flames, to relieve the ache.
She was so caught up in the wonderful sensations she was barely aware of being lifted out of her seat and up into Froz’s arms. Without conscious thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. The position brought her soaked mound into contact with the hard ridge of his cock and she began rubbing her pussy against him, trying to circumvent the heated burn in her cunt, clit, and womb.
Froz broke the kiss and when she looked up questioningly, her eyes locked onto his mouth. His two incisor teeth were longer than she remembered them being and although t
hey looked kind of scary, they weren’t. She was curious and wanted to know why she hadn’t seen that before and reached up to touch the tip of her finger to each tooth.
“Pharm,” Froz groaned.
Darcy giggled. She didn’t need a translator to know he had just sworn. If she had to guess, she thought he’d said the Zennoxian equivalent of fuck. She was about to ask him but Froz spoke first.
“You tempt me beyond reason, tatra,” Froz rasped.
She stilled when the translator kicked in. Even though Drac had told her that word meant one of my heart and body, she hadn’t really comprehended what he had been telling her. The literal meaning on Earth would be mate, or wife.
Her heart flipped in her chest, but then the warmth began to dissipate. Just because they called her something didn’t mean they had feelings for her.
“Why do you have fangs? And why didn’t I see them until now?” she asked, trying to relieve some of the sexual tension.
Froz hugged her tighter for a moment and then, with a sigh, lowered her to her feet. Darcy held onto his arms when she swayed slightly and then drew back. He gripped her chin just as she was about to turn and sit down again.
“Our fangs lower when in the presence of our mate and the urge to claim and mark her strikes.”
Darcy frowned and drew in a deep breath. “How do you do that?”
“We make love with and bite our tatra’s neck.” He lifted his free hand and caressed the skin where her shoulder and neck met, causing her to shiver. “Right here. Once we have claimed our female, our fangs will never lengthen again.”
She licked her lips nervously. His eyes were pinned to where his thumb was caressing her flesh, as if he was imagining sinking his teeth into her. She wasn’t sure she wanted him or his brothers to do that to her, because she was sure that it would be very painful. Plus, if there was any chance she could get back home, she didn’t want to commit to anything only to leave them behind. In fact, Darcy wasn’t sure of anything right now. The only thing that was a certainty was the way her body hungered for their touch.