Catalyst (The Kithran Regenesis)

by Dani Worth

“Suns,” I whispered then bit my lip when I saw I’d caught their attention. “I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

  “Who’s stopping?” Bastian asked. He slid his hand down to wrap long fingers around Jacks’ cock. “Are you stopping?”

  “I can’t think,” Jacks said. He braced his hands on the bed on either side of my legs, his gaze raking up my body to lock with mine. Bastian turned his head slowly back and forth so those long, auburn locks slithered over Jacks’ back. His hand slowly slid up and down Jacks’ cock, thumbing the top every time he reached the end, keeping a steady, strong rhythm.

  “Bastian, tell me what he feels like.”

  Warm brown eyes met mine over Jacks’ shoulder, a slight grin twisting his gorgeous lips. He slowed the movement of his hand. “Smooth, hot skin. Hard.” He groaned. “Good.”

  Jacks released a hoarse cry and spread his legs to anchor himself as he thrust into Bastian’s hand. His eyes, barely open, gazed at my breasts.

  I cupped them for him, opened my legs and reached down with one hand to slide one finger through the lips of my sex.

  Bright blue eyes went wide before he turned and kissed Bastian, his tongue sliding into his mouth. Bastian sucked on it, groaning again. I couldn’t stand it. I slid two fingers into myself, digging my heels into the bed, flexing my thighs. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from the sight of them. Masculine, strong and beautiful and touching each other with a heat I’d never witnessed in person before—not like this. And Suns, I liked it. I pressed the heel of my hand on my mound, a cry escaping my throat.

  They turned to watch me and the molten heat that filled Bastian’s and Jacks’ eyes had me writhing shamelessly on the bed as I fucked myself with my fingers. Bastian let go of Jacks as Jacks turned and ran his hands up Bastian’s chest, up to cup his jaw. He slanted his mouth over Bastian’s again, kissing him deeply. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, I was so turned on by them. Nearly black hair against auburn. Burnished gold skin against alabaster. There was a fine trembling in Bastian’s legs. Jacks must have felt it, because he pulled back, ran his tongue over Bastian’s full bottom lip then turned the man toward me. “She needs a cock. Now.”

  The order-giving Jacks was back, steely intent in his sharp blue eyes as he lightly pushed Bastian toward me. Bastian gracefully crawled onto the bed and between my legs. He didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate or slow his momentum—he just kept coming until he was buried to the hilt inside my body. I couldn’t breathe, could only stare into his dark eyes as he braced his elbows next to my head and pumped his lower body inside me. I spread my legs wide and clutched his ass, rubbing against him, relishing the deep spearing, the faint tickle of pubic hair, the slide of my clit over his pubic bone.

  Two seconds later, the orgasm that ripped through my body made me scream.

  “Shit!” Jacks climbed up on the bed next to us, leaned down and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back, loving the frantic plunging, the slick slide of his lips. He tasted like Bastian, and I moaned into his mouth before pulling back to suck air into my overworked lungs.

  Bastian’s hips had picked up pace. He stared at the two of us and the focused desire in his expression was so hot, I felt my body start to build toward completion again. “Turn me over,” I whispered, staring at him.

  He picked up on what I wanted fast. Without pulling out, he lifted one of my legs, pulled it around. This gave him a tighter entrance and he groaned and pumped his hips a few times before he slid his hands to my hips to complete my turn and settle between my legs. I loved being fucked from behind while I lay flat on my stomach, loved to shove my ass back, but I wanted up on my hands and knees more. “Get in front of me,” I told Jacks.

  He didn’t have to move far and that gorgeous dick of his was in my face. I braced one hand on the bed so I could explore with the other. I stroked him. “Suns, you’re so hot.” I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezed, then explored his pubic hair with my fingers, stroking through it. I’d wanted to get up close and personal with his body for too long to not take advantage of this now.

  “Can’t take much more, Vala,” he said, voice low, harsh.

  I’d explore later. Leaning forward, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the bead of precome, liking it. With a moan, I sucked him into my mouth, rubbing the flat of my tongue under the ridge just under its head. Oh, I did love to do this. Bastian still moved inside me, fingers gripping my hips tight as he leaned over to lay open-mouthed kisses on my spine. That lovely, lovely hair spilled over my skin and I had to pull off Jacks for a second to catch my breath. “Ahhh,” I moaned as I shook my head, my own hair spilling around the hand still wrapped around Jacks’ cock.

  “Christ!” he gritted out. “You two are killing me. So fucking beautiful.”

  I peered up at him through my hair to see the sexiest, mesmerized expression, eyes slitted with desire, mouth open to pull in air. His hair had grown longer in the last couple of weeks and it stuck up all over his head. “Speak for yourself,” I murmured before taking his cock into my mouth again.

  He cried out, hands sweeping over my back to slide into the spill of Bastian’s hair. Those wide, calloused palms slipped over my skin, rubbing silky hair against me, and that was it for me. I cried out around the flesh in my mouth, my release so strong, I clenched around Bastian, wrenching an answering cry from him as he spilled into my body.

  “Fuck!” Jacks yelled as he followed our lead, spilling into my mouth in jetting hot spurts.

  I swallowed, licked him clean until he shuddered. Smiling, I let him go, knowing he was sensitive, feeling the sensitivity between my own legs. Jacks collapsed back against the wall, sucked in a breath and muttered about the cold as he scooted down. Bastian rolled until he was on the other side of Jacks, then pulled the man into his arms, curling around his back. Jacks looked surprised, then he relaxed, a small smile playing about the corner of his mouth. He pulled me to him, turning until my backside was cradled to his front.

  Nobody spoke for the longest time.

  I lay there, heart pounding, feeling that annoying rush of adrenaline I sometimes got after sex when it was inevitable the man I was with was close to passing out. I wiggled and Jacks pulled me tighter against him.

  “The walls are cold,” I said, voice low. “The room is too. It’s all so…so austere—needs some soft touches.”

  “Let me guess, too much stone?” Jacks asked, his tone a sleepy rumble.

  “Maybe just a little.” I chuckled. “I’m thinking a bigger bed, some soft, plush couches and one of your big vidscreens in here. You like movies, Bastian?”

  On the other side of Jacks, Bastian lifted his head. I twisted to find him blinking sleepily at me. “Huh?”

  Laughing, I snuggled back into Jacks. He rewrapped one strong arm around me, pulling me tight into his body.

  Bastian sat up. “What did you ask?”

  “Movies. Do you like to snuggle in bed and watch movies?”

  “Yes. To both.” He sighed, lay back down and his arm came over Jacks, his hand splaying over my hip. “I like fucking in this bed, too.”

  “You like fucking in the bed, in the shower…”

  “By the pools or even in the pools,” he mused.

  Jacks joined in, murmuring against the back of my head. “Behind the waterfall.”

  “Oh,” I breathed. That would be something. “You’ve had sex behind the waterfall?”

  “Of course not. No one’s been here. Makes a good fantasy.”

  I turned over. He opened one eye to look at me.

  “Let’s order some stuff, have your brother bring it. I’ll set it all up and even pay.”

  “Christ, you’re nesting.” He opened his other eye. “You can’t access your accounts,” Jacks said, voice low. “Besides, I don’t want you to spend money on this place.”

  Bastian had shifted his hand to my other hip when I’d turned over. He patted it. Within seconds, his hand went heavy as he rolled into Jacks’ b
ack. I watched warmth spill into Jacks’ eyes even as he started blinking with sleep.

  “We’ll talk tomorrow,” I whispered, kissing his lips.

  He kissed back. “I like this,” he murmured before letting go, his mouth going slack.

  We’d left the few replicant crystals exposed, and the spill of Bastian’s hair around Jacks shoulders, the way he rested his cheek on the back of Jacks head…my heart raced and pounded so hard suddenly, I expected it to burst from my chest.

  I loved them.

  And whether Jacks liked it or not, I was going to make this place feel a little more like a home. If I was stuck here, I wanted it that way and these two men deserved a warm place to live. Bastian, with his years alone in that orphanage and then the terror on that ship. I shuddered. I still couldn’t bring myself to imagine it fully, and the fury the mere thought of it brought made me grit my teeth.

  And Jacks… Trying to right a terrible wrong all alone in the ruins of an ancient, dead civilization.

  I forced myself to close my eyes, planning to contact Jacks’ stupid brother and tell him to find a way to get into my accounts. It was no secret why he’d taken Bastian and me and brought us here. He loved his brother, too.

  Chapter Ten

  I found myself alone in bed when I woke up. Rolling over, I blinked sleep from my eyes and admired the long stretch of Bastian’s beautiful body as he stood nearby. He leaned over and brushed hair off my face before pressing his lips to mine. I kept my mouth closed, sure my morning breath was killer, and felt his answering grin against my lips. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Get dressed—or not—and follow us behind the waterfall.”

  Instant heat speared my gut. Morning breath be damned. “You making his fantasy come true?”

  “I can’t stop thinking about it. I want him.”

  I reached up to run my finger over his full bottom lip. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Watch.”

  Incapable of speech at that point, I could only nod and push him away so I could scramble from the bed. The covers tangled around my feet and I hit the floor next to the bed. Muttering about buying a soft rug, I staggered up and rubbed my knees.

  Bastian’s laughter followed me into the shower stall. Pressing my palm to the indicator that made the water come on at my favorite temperature, I pumped shampoo into my hands. I had suds spilling all over my head when I squinted one eye open to see if Bastian had followed. He had. So had Jacks. He’d only put on his pants, leaving that gorgeous chest on display. Bastian, staring at him, tugged his own T-shirt over his head. His hair cascaded around his creamy shoulders as he lowered his arms. He held one hand out to Jacks. I couldn’t hear them, but could see their lips moving right before Jacks’ face lit up in a wicked grin that made me scrub my hair faster.

  Bastian winked at me as he pulled Jacks from the room.

  “Fuck this,” I muttered, hurriedly rinsing before realizing I didn’t care if I had soap in my hair. I didn’t want to miss a minute of this and I’d get wet anyway. I palmed my air dry temp and didn’t wait for it to finish, instead jumping out and grabbing one of Jacks’ T-shirts and pulling it over my head. I shoved my feet into boots, knowing I’d look ridiculous, but no way was I tromping through the halls and that room full of tree roots barefoot. I clomped through the halls, grinning when I realized they must have run. I could only hope they’d pulled on shoes.

  Within seconds, the roar of the sheets of falling water drowned out everything. I could understand why Jacks would want to have sex there. Close your eyes and all you could do was feel. While I enjoyed the sounds of sex—Jacks’ grunts and hoarse cries, Bastian’s habit of sucking in air when something felt particularly good—closing my eyes and letting nothing but the feel of another person absorb me appealed to me.

  I slowly made my way behind the falls, hoping Bastian hadn’t led Jacks into the pitch-black part. He hadn’t. Both men saw me immediately and Jacks waved me over. All I did was shake my head and sink to the floor of the cavern with my back resting against the cool stone. Drops of water spattered my bare legs, so I tucked them under Jacks’ shirt.

  Jacks frowned for a second before understanding dawned, his expression smoothing out. I could literally see the desire build inside him as he realized that he’d be putting on a show for me. With a small twist of his lips, he turned that fiery intensity on to Bastian, staring while he unhooked his pants, pushed them down, then kicked them to the side. Bastian, eyes flaring wide with anticipation, backed into the wall. Jacks instantly cradled his hands behind Bastian’s back to keep his skin from scraping the wall as he pushed him against it. He plastered his body to him.

  Bastian slid those long fingers around Jacks’ neck and up into his hair, cupping his head before pressing back with his mouth. Jacks opened and it was like electricity sparked between them. Jacks rocked his hips against Bastian, sliding his hands down to grip Bastian’s hips with fingers that turned white with tension. Bastian jerked his head away, leaned back, his mouth going slack as Jack opened his mouth over Bastian’s throat.

  I could only imagine the molten pleasure they felt—the sensory deprivation with the massive noise of the waterfall, the slide of damp skin and heat.

  Bastian dragged his eyes open, the passion in them as he stared down at Jacks scorching me from where I sat. Jacks slid his hand inside the front of Bastian’s pants and though I couldn’t hear Bastian hiss, I could see the air leaving his mouth, could watch his head fall back, his neck stretch.

  Suns, I loved it when he threw himself into the sensation like that.

  His hips lurched, he spread his legs, and Jacks frantically tore at connectors, nearly ripping the pants in his effort to get them down. His mouth moved in rhythm—looked like he was breathing the word fuck over and over. I bit back a grin, having noticed Jacks was easily reduced to nothing but four-letter words when he was really turned on. He moved to drop to his knees, but Bastian stopped him. Gently pushing him away, Bastian stared at Jacks as he slowly finished removing his pants and fished around in the pocket. He handed Jacks a small tube, then turned and placed both palms on the stone wall.

  Jacks didn’t move.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  The star that warmed this planet was high in the sky, throwing its light at a perfect angle into the waterfall. It caused a misty blue to filter through the narrow streams and sent a kaleidoscope of color onto the cavern walls and onto Bastian’s smooth skin. It reflected in the long, luxurious auburn hair that fanned over his back, highlighted the taut, muscular globes of his ass.

  When Jacks finally moved, it was to run his hands over every inch of Bastian’s exposed skin. He traced shoulders, slid palms down Bastian’s spine, cupped his ass and continued down the insides of his thighs. Bastian threw his head back, anchored his legs apart. Jacks kissed the top of his ass as his hands came around and up the fronts of Bastian’s legs. He gripped his cock, nuzzling his face into the small of Bastian’s back.

  I could only imagine the noise Bastian was making. I bit my knuckle and squirmed, not ready to touch myself, only wanting to watch this stunning display of masculine pleasure.

  Jacks stood and coated one hand with the lube. He leaned onto Bastian’s back, kissing his shoulder, moving his hair aside with one hand to kiss up his neck, his jaw. With the other, he readied Bastian. He slid his fingers back and forth, his mouth pressed to Bastian’s neck. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but I knew when he slipped a finger inside because Bastian tensed, curled his fingers into the stone wall. His mouth gaped open, his head fell back onto Jackson’s shoulder. Jacks’ elbow came back, stopped, and I knew he slipped two fingers into Bastian as he pushed his arm forward again. With his free hand, he cupped Bastian’s jaw and turned his face toward him. Looked like he was making sure all was good.

  He kissed Bastian, then stepped back to generously spread lube over his cock. Then he just stood there, gaze running up and down Bastian’s body before he touched the younger man with
a reverence I felt in my soul. He ran his palms down Bastian’s sides, up under his hair and around his chest. He cupped Bastian’s shoulders and nuzzled through thick hair to kiss his neck again. He opened his mouth over Bastian’s shoulder and bit down as he thrust into his body.

  Bastian yelled. I could see the sound expel from his body. His face was half turned toward me, so I could tell it was a yell of pleasure and not pain, though there had to be some pain involved. His head went back, his mouth wide open, and every part of him broadcast his pleasure as he spread his legs, his body going up on tiptoe, bracing his arms against the wall. Jacks’ hips rocked against Bastian, his hands holding Bastian to him, his powerful legs locked. He lifted one hand and tangled his fingers in Bastian’s hair. Bastian arched back into Jacks’ thrusts.

  I went up on my knees, the stone floor hard and unforgiving. I didn’t care. Didn’t care about the cold water soaking my legs. I could only concentrate on sucking air into my lungs. The two of them—the most stunning things I’d ever laid eyes on—one dark, one pale and all that gorgeous auburn hair cascading everywhere. The raw, masculine need, desire, and moments of tenderness when Bastian turned his head and captured Jacks’ lips. It all tore into me, opening something deep inside me that felt vulnerable, tender and desperate for more.

  Jacks sped up his movements and I expected Bastian to just go off. Instead, he turned that molten gaze to me and held out one hand. I didn’t hesitate, jumping up to run, hoping I didn’t fall on the slippery stone floor before I plastered the entire front of my body to Bastian’s side. Jacks gripped my shirt in one hand and tried to rip it from me, but we had the wrong angle. I knew he was growling with frustration even though I could hear nothing. I stepped back and tugged the shirt over my head. Bastian bent to kiss me and I could feel the rumbling of his groans inside my mouth as Jacks thrust into him. Jacks seemed to be losing all control at this point. He gripped Bastian’s hip with one hand and wrapped his fingers around my arm and just thrust, over and over into Bastian. His cheek smashed into Bastian’s back.