Zhynn let go of her hands and she threw her arms around Zandyr. Tears flowed again as she whispered, “I don’t think so, either. Not anymore.”
Chapter Eleven
Zhynn
Delta had finally drifted off to sleep.
Zhynn gently stroked her hair, spread out over his chest. She’d snuggled against him with her head on his shoulder. Next to them, Zandyr lay on his back and stared out the window at the night sky filled with stars, his arms crossed behind his head.
I never would have imagined this, Brother. Finding the mate destined for us halfway across the galaxy.
Never in my wildest dreams, Zhynn replied. When we came home from our last mission and Vana told us she didn’t want to become our mate, I thought we’d never find love again.
His brother nodded. She broke our hearts. We swore off love and started fucking our way through the galaxy.
The gods are wise, Zhynn declared. Vana stirred our gyron, and we thought she was the one. But now that I’ve experienced being with this sweet human, what we felt for Vana pales in comparison.
We took this job because of everything we heard about Axum’s harem. Females from all over the Universe, brought together in one place – and we’d have our choice. Neither of us believed Commander Rhynn when he told us how incredibly seductive a human female could be, Zandyr reminded him. But he was right. We haven’t even properly claimed this one, yet I’m ready to choose her over every other female in the galaxy.
I was stunned when she was able to pick up our conversation, Zhynn replied. I didn’t think that was possible until after we Bonded and claimed her.
She opened her heart to us.
Zhynn was silent for a moment. You’re right, Brother. A simple concept, yet so powerful. Delta gave us a precious gift. She didn’t only trust us with her body. She let herself be emotionally vulnerable. In that moment, she began Bonding.
Delta stirred as though they’d disturbed her slumber with their silent conversation. Her head was turned toward Zandyr. She opened her eyes and gave him a dazzling smile.
“I had such a lovely dream. All about two gorgeous warriors who introduced me to an alien world. A world of pure ecstasy. Then I woke up… and discovered it wasn’t a dream after all.” She reached out and caressed his cheek. “Thank you. And thank you,” she added, running her other hand over Zhynn’s chest.
“Believe me when I say it was our pleasure,” Zandyr replied, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.
Her smile became a mischievous grin. “Speaking of your pleasure…” She slid her fingers lower on Zhynn’s chest. “I think it’s time I see to it.” She rose to her knees between them.
Her body was magnificent. It may have been her exotic coloring, creamy white skin set off by two rosy-pink nipples and the enticing mass of dark curls between her thighs. Or it may have been the lush curves – firm, full breasts, a waist so narrow he could span it with his hands, then more curves. Plump rounded ass cheeks begging to be spanked, squeezed, and kissed. He couldn’t wait to mount her from behind. His cock swelled at the thought.
“Oh, I see I’m not the only one awake,” she teased, wrapping her fingers around it. Her left hand made the same journey down Zandyr’s torso, cupping her palm around his manhood.
“Sweet Goddess, you’re both so big,” she breathed. “You’ve seen how I look. You know how I—” She stopped, and her cheeks reddened. “How I taste,” she finished. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”
Delta
She bent her head, touched her lips to Zhynn’s cock, and shuddered. The sizzling heat of his gyron was much stronger there than on his fingers or his lips. She stroked up and down the shaft, awed by the size of it. Silky smooth skin over a steel core, the head a deeper shade of purple than the rest of his body. Dark purple-blue veins stood out along the length of it. She traced one with her tongue. He moaned, and a drop of pre-cum welled from the slit in the head.
Lloyd had fucked her mouth many times, shoving his cock down her throat until she choked. She hated it. But Zhynn was lying back watching her, his eyes smoldering. Allowing her to simply touch him, to explore. Without making any demands. Without grabbing the back of her head and pumping in and out. Emboldened, she licked the head of his cock. Zhynn made a rough noise, deep in his throat, but never moved.
His cum tasted… dark. Spicy. With a hint of something almost sweet, like a chocolate fruit she’d sampled once in an open-air market on Namibida.
She turned to Zandyr. Stroked his cock experimentally, comparing it to that of his brother. Like everything else about the twins, their erections were identical. Both huge. So thick she could barely close her fingers around the shafts. She glanced at his face, saw the gleam of savage hunger in his eyes. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she lowered her head and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting a drop of his pre-cum.
She expected them to taste the same. But, to her surprise, though he was the milder twin, Zandyr’s gyron had a stronger taste. Hotter, spicier, but with the same hint of dark chocolate. She drew the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
Both twins groaned.
Startled, she stopped and stared from one to the other. Zandyr answered the unspoken question in her eyes. “It’s not just our minds that are connected. Tharan twins share everything. When one is in pain, the other suffers. When one of us feels pleasure, the other feels it just as strongly. That’s why we always take our mate together. There’s no jealousy between us. How could there be, when every erotic sensation is his to enjoy as much as mine?”
“So, are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“To… do it. You know, t-take turns putting your cocks into me,” she stammered. “Because I would really like it if you did,” she finished, her voice getting stronger with every word. She’d never been so bold before, asking for sex, but having a hot hard cock in each hand made her pussy ache to have them inside her.
“My sweet little human, we would love nothing more. But when we claim you, it will not be while you are another male’s slave,” he replied.
“It’s time we told you the truth. My brother and I are not just here to collect information on Axum’s plans,” Zhynn explained. “We were sent to Borvaan to rescue you. Your Commander Reynolds and her mates have organized an interplanetary effort between your world and ours to bring home all the females Magnus kidnapped. When we leave here, you’re coming with us.
“It began as a mission,” he added, “but now it’s far more than that. We want you to come home to Tharon with us, Delta. We want to claim you together, as our mate, after you’re free. Courtship may be different on your world, but for Tharan males, our gyron chooses our mate.”
Delta stared at them, speechless. “You’ve been lying to me. You know Cass. And now you say you want me to come home with you – and be your mate?” Her voice rose dangerously on the last word.
Zhynn winced. “Maybe this wasn’t the best time to tell you. But we didn’t want you to think we were rejecting your offer.”
“My offer? Oh, you mean when I practically begged you to fuck me just now.” Her voice was cold.
“My brother has the charm and tact of a jambora’s backside,” Zandyr broke in. “What he’s trying to say is that though it may seem far too soon, we’re in love with you. Our gyron is more than raw lust. When it flows, all our emotions are engaged at once. The need to protect and care for you is just as strong right now as our hunger to claim you.
“We don’t expect you to feel the same,” he continued. “All we’re asking is that you come home with us. We know you’re as attracted to us physically as we are to you. That’s evident in the way your body responded. Come to Tharon. Spend time getting to know us and learn about our world. Then, if you decide you don’t feel about us the way we feel about you, or if you discover you can’t be happy living in an alien world, we’ll understand.”
“Be honest, brother,” Zhynn said. �
��We already know her heart responded to us as well. Otherwise, she never could have heard us. All she needs is time to get used to the idea.”
It was all too much to take in. These two gorgeous hunks didn’t want a threesome for one night. They’d come here to rescue her – and now they were inviting her to go to Tharon and live with them. Together.
Through it all, she hadn’t let go of their cocks. Delta looked down. She still had one in each hand. Both hot and thick. If she went with them, she could have mind-blowing sex every night for as long as she wanted to stay there. No strings attached. They’d make her come like they had tonight, probably as often as she wanted.
She stroked up and down, first Zandyr, then Zhynn. Their cocks responded, grew harder.
Delta felt a surge of feminine power. Growing up, she’d never had a boyfriend. Not until Lloyd. The admiral had raised her to put duty before pleasure. Now, she had two powerful alien warriors literally in the palm of her hand. After all she’d been through, she knew she had a few months of leave due. Maybe it was time to get to know the new Delta, the woman they’d introduced her to. This Delta had just discovered she loved having two passionate warriors in bed with her. Maybe she’d love having two sexy aliens in her life all the time.
“All right,” she said. “I’ll come.” She tried out a new role as a brazen temptress, curled her lips into a seductive smile. “But, first, you’re both going to come.”
Sexual power was a heady thrill. In a matter of seconds, the twins were moaning and caressing her hair as she shifted her head back and forth between them. She stroked one while sucking the other. Allowed herself to be wicked and wanton. Teasing, tempting, licking up and down Zandyr’s hard shaft until he fisted his hands in her hair and slid his cock into her mouth.
She’d hated that with Lloyd. But when Zandyr did it, she loved it. Reveled in the discovery that she could drive her strong warrior wild. She opened her mouth wide, empowered by the way she drew a low growl from deep in his chest when she sucked on him then backed away to run her tongue around the head of Zhynn’s cock.
They let her take charge, recognizing her need to be in control. She knew it wouldn’t always be this way. Her warriors were far too dominant. She could see how much it cost them to lie back and let her set the pace. Zandyr’s body quivered, and Zhynn clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her head as his brother had done.
When she finally took Zhynn deep into her mouth, sliding her hand up and down his swollen shaft while she sucked on the head, he exploded. His body tensed as he shot jets of hot cum down her throat. She struggled to swallow then shuddered as it blazed a trail of liquid fire all the way to her belly. To her shock, it triggered an instant orgasm. She came again, right then, sucking him harder as her pussy spasmed.
Zandyr’s cock was in her other hand, throbbing as she sucked off his twin. His cum spurted all over her breasts, liquid heat on her skin melding with the heat in her core, fueling the inferno inside her. Her orgasm never stopped. One simply flowed into another, and she came again, her screams muffled by Zhynn’s cock still pulsing down her throat.
Chapter Twelve
Zandyr
“She’s gone? What do you mean she’s gone?” Zhynn thundered.
Neema’s eyes filled with tears. “Please, my lords, don’t be angry with me. I couldn’t have stopped her, even if I wanted to. Delta is…” The Orythian fought for composure. “She’s a very strong being, my lords. When she sets her mind to something, there’s no changing it.”
Zandyr’s voice was more gentle than his twin’s. “We understand, Neema. We have come to know Delta. You aren’t responsible for her actions. My brother and I don’t blame you for anything. We just want to know where she’s gone and why.”
Neema glanced around nervously, as though Axum’s guards would materialize out of the walls of the twins’ suite. “I really can’t say. She asked me to keep it in confidence.”
They’d been up all night with Delta, introducing her to an orgy of sensual delights. Everything was new and thrilling to her, and her passionate responses captivated them. By the time they woke, it was well past midday. She’d slipped out of their bed as they slept.
You’d better get her to talk quickly, Brother, or I swear I’ll throttle her! Zhynn raged.
Do that and you may condemn Delta to death, Zandyr warned. This frightened alien is our only hope of finding her. We need to win Neema’s trust, not threaten to harm her.
“I understand why Delta would confide in you, Neema,” he said softly. “You’re so easy to talk to. So gentle and kind. I know you wouldn’t want any harm to come to Delta.”
“She’s been my only friend here.” Neema’s shoulders shook with the effort of holding back tears.
“My brother and I care about her, too,” Zandyr assured her. “Very much. In fact, we planned to ask her…” He stopped. “No, I’ve said too much.”
Putting out the bait, Brother? Nice move, Zhynn observed.
Neema’s face brightened. “You want to take her back to your world! Not as a slave, but as your vindala.”
“I don’t know what a vindala is, but yes. We want to take her back to our world. To live with us as our chosen mate.”
“In my world, a vindala is the one who makes your heart sing,” Neema explained.
“That’s a beautiful way to describe it,” Zandyr said. “Yes. We want her to be our vindala. Part of that is vowing to protect her, with our lives, if necessary.”
Neema’s eyes gleamed. “You Tharans are so romantic! I hope one day I’ll find my vindala.”
“We need to find ours, Neema. Now. Please, tell us why she’s gone. Is she hiding somewhere in the citadel? Did Axum threaten her?”
“We’ll snap his scrawny neck if he did,” Zhynn growled.
“No. He didn’t threaten to harm her. It was – you. The two of you. She wandered out onto the balcony and overheard his guards talking on the terrace below us. Axum believes you are spies. He knows you’ve been roaming through the citadel ever since you arrived, chatting with the palace slaves. To him, they’re less than animals, and he is suspicious of anyone who would make an effort to befriend them, as you did with me. He’s going to have you killed tomorrow night, at the banquet he’s holding in your honor. He means to make an example of you, denouncing you and then ordering your execution in front of the all the guests. It’s the way he stays in power – instilling fear in those he’s welcomed as allies.”
“So, where did Delta go?” Zandyr forced himself to keep his voice steady.
“She’s gone to steal a transport cruiser. So she can get you off this planet.”
“A transport cruiser. You mean she’s trying to get across the Kalian Desert to the Borvaan landing port? Alone and on foot?” Zhynn burst in. “She’ll die out there!”
Neema shook her head. “No, she’s confident she can make it. Delta says most of her journey will be after dark, and she can withstand the heat until then.”
“We have to go after her, Neema. Now. But we need your help.”
Her rotund face beamed. “Of course! I’ll do anything for you, my lords.”
“We need to get away without the guards in the hall suspecting that we’ve gone. Can you…” Zandyr stopped, not sure how to phrase his request without hurting her feelings. “Can you pretend we’re here with you and you’re pleasuring both of us? Perhaps make noises, call our names loud enough for them to hear you.”
“I know just what you want, my lord.” Neema gave a loud moan. “Oh dear Goddess! Your cock is so big! Yes, make me your dirty slut. Oooh, I love it when you both take me at once. Yesyesyes.” Her voice rose at the end, becoming a full-throated scream. She followed with a low, masculine-sounding groan, nearly indistinguishable from the sound Delta had torn from his throat last night.
“Is that what you had in mind?”
Zandyr stared at her, stunned. Even though he knew it was a performance, his own cock had stirred hearing
her throaty scream of passion.
The Orythian batted her eyes at him seductively. “You’ve never chosen to sample my talents, my lord. In my world, I was in great demand as a courtesan.”
Zhynn threw his arms around her bulk and gave her a kiss. “I don’t doubt it for a moment! It was our loss, Neema. You’re wonderful!”
Three hours later, under cover of darkness, they were making their way across the desert. Though the vicious Borvaani sun had set, the dry plain retained its heat, and only now were the desert-dwelling creatures beginning to stir. Most of them were small but occasionally they caught sight of a larger shape streaking across the horizon in the distance.
Sneaking out of the citadel was easy. As warriors, they’d had plenty of experience getting in and out of places without being seen. They climbed down the outside of the building, from balcony to carved column to statue-bearing niche, then stayed in the shadows as they headed through the streets of Borsai.
Breaching the wall proved more difficult. They’d stolen guard uniforms to wear, and their dark figures would have stood out against the glaring white stones if they tried to climb over it. Not to mention the fact that it was hundreds of feet tall, and the climb would have taken precious hours they couldn’t spare. Delta was out there somewhere on the other side. Alone. Unarmed. She’d had hours of head start on them.
They conferred with silent messages and settled on a plan. Waited until a late-arriving convoy of the enormous yamila used to cross the desert drew near. Guards set the mechanism in motion to retract the massive beam barring the doors, then a troop of them began to pull them open manually, hauling in chains with links as big around as their waists.
Zhynn crept to the open-air market, opening cages at random, setting a torrent of shrieking, growling, hissing creatures pouring into the street. They darted everywhere, large ones chasing the smaller ones, even attacking the troops. Guards dropped the chains and fled, shouting and cursing, During the confusion, the brothers slipped through the narrow opening without anyone sounding an alarm.
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