“You’re so wet for us, and you taste so sweet,” he said. The closer his mouth got to her pussy, the more tense she became until she was arching her back, thrusting herself toward him. When his tongue finally caressed her hot, swollen folds, she gasped at the intensity of the pleasure, shuddering so hard that Tristan nearly lost his hold on her. Another long, slow lick and she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. A third lick and she shook her head against Tristan’s chest, every muscle in her body vibrating with tension. It was too much. Too intense. Too hot. Too everything. The pleasure was rapidly escalating into discomfort. She couldn’t take any more, and didn’t know what to do.
“She needs to come, Gray,” Tristan said tightly. “Now.”
Gray slipped one finger into her narrow channel and sucked the tiny bud of her hard little clit into his mouth. Faith shuddered again. He lashed the nub with his tongue and added another finger, stretching her carefully. She moaned, a high sound of pleasure bordering on frustration.
“More,” Tristan urged as his fingers tightened on her nipple. Gray set his teeth carefully at the base of her clit while Jon did the same with her nipple. Then, at the same time, they squeezed firmly with their teeth while sucking hard. The sharp, intense sensations threw her over the edge into a maelstrom of pleasure that encompassed every muscle and nerve ending she possessed. Bright lights flashed behind her eyes as her body jerked and shuddered between her men.
The taste of Faith’s orgasm was almost too much for Gray. He added a third finger to her soft channel as he lapped up her juices, his own body screaming with need. When Faith pulled back away from him, too sensitive for more stimulation, he rose to his feet and threw off his clothes. Then he reached for Faith, lifting her away from Tristan. She came to him willingly and he claimed her mouth, sharing the taste of her passion as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, positioning her hips at the edge of the bed, holding her legs up at his waist. Jon and Tristan removed their clothes as quickly as he had and climbed onto the bed beside Faith. They each reached out to support one leg, spreading her wide, watching as he placed the large head of his cock against Faith’s entrance.
Faith looked into his eyes and arched toward him with absolute trust. Gritting his teeth against the need to plunge himself into her depths, Gray went slowly, allowing her body to stretch around him bit by bit. She lifted her hips toward him in a bid for more, but he shook his head, afraid of getting carried away. If he let go of his control for even a moment, he wouldn’t be able to get it back, and he knew it. He wanted her far too much.
Faith sobbed in frustration as her body strained toward him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gray said. Her entire body grew tense, her hands gripping the sheets as though she were in pain.
“Did you release pheromones?” Tristan asked as he watched Faith worriedly. Both Jon and Gray shook their heads.
“Give her what she needs, Gray,” Jon said, his own tension rising along with Faith’s.
“But...,” Gray began, but Tristan cut him off. “You’re not going to hurt her. She needs us as badly as we need her, Gray. Just do it!”
Gray couldn’t fight it any more. He pulled back the scant two inches he’d entered so far and plunged all the way into Faith’s hot depths with one hard thrust. Faith’s scream of pleasure nearly set him off, but he fought it back. He was not going to come until she did.
He drew back slowly, then plunged in again, and again, setting up a hard, fast rhythm. Faith met him thrust for thrust, her head tossing back and forth as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Gray knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but Faith clearly needed something more to get her over the edge. He reached down between them and began stroking her clit. She shuddered in response, but it wasn’t enough. He gripped the throbbing nub between two fingers and squeezed in time with his thrusts as he pounded into her, the hot velvety clasp of her body around his almost too exquisite. His own pleasure wound tighter and tighter until, with one final plunge, he squeezed her clit sharply and held it. They both exploded into a bone wrenching orgasm, her sheath rippling around him as she came, dragging every drop of seed out of him.
In spite of the intense orgasms she’d already had, Faith still felt as though she needed more. For a moment, she wondered if something was wrong with her. As soon as the worry entered her mind, she understood. She was Arima to three men. Her body would not be satisfied until she’d had all three of them. It was the way she was made, just as they were made to need one woman, together.
She opened her eyes and smiled at Tristan, who slid off the bed and took Gray’s place, while Gray lay down beside her. He leaned over to kiss her as Tristan entered her with one long, steady thrust, not stopping until he was fully seated within her. She felt her body adjust to his presence, then clench tightly around him, her back arching in an effort to pull him even deeper.
“Would you like to feel Jon in your mouth?” Gray whispered into her ear as he stroked her breast lightly with his fingers.
A fresh wave of excitement ripped through her. “Yes,” she gasped breathlessly.
“Good girl,” Gray said. He moved further up the bed until he was kneeling behind her, then lifted her shoulders and shifted forward until she was leaning against him, her head on his chest, his cock, already hard again, pressed against her smooth back. Jon got on his knees and moved closer to her, his long, heavy cock inches from her mouth. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, surprised at how silky soft it was. She stroked it gently, experimentally, then lifted it slowly towards her lips.
“That’s right, pixka,” Gray said. “Stroke him with your tongue.”
Faith did as Gray instructed, surprised at how much she liked the feel and taste of Jon’s cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the thick, soft head, capturing a drop of fluid from the tiny slit. She moaned softly at the taste of him, and Gray rewarded her by pinching her nipples gently. Tristan slammed deep into her and began stroking her clit at the same time.
“You are so beautiful with Jon in your mouth and Tristan in your pussy,” Gray said, his voice so deep and hot it felt like a caress. “Would you like them to come inside of you at the same time?”
Faith nodded, the idea causing her pussy to gush around Tristan, making him groan.
“Take Jon deeper,” Gray said. “Relax your throat and swallow when he thrusts deep.”
Jon began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth as Gray spoke, Tristan matching his brother’s rhythm. When Jon’s cock touched the back of her throat, Gray said, “Swallow,” and she did. Jon’s cock entered her throat with a popping sensation, then he pulled back and rested against her tongue. She took a breath and put one hand on Jon’s hip, pulling him back.
Jon thrust forward again, then out, then in again at a steady pace that Tristan matched.
“I can see Jon’s cock in your throat when you swallow him,” Gray said, his voice stroking her as intensely as his brother’s cocks. “I want to see him come there,” he said. “Do you want that?”
Faith moaned in acquiescence, causing Gray’s cock to jerk against her back.
“When I tell you to swallow, take a deep breath first, all right?” Gray said. Faith nodded, her entire body winding tighter and tighter. “We’re all going to come at the same time.” Faith shuddered at the thought.
“Now, pixka, take a deep breath and swallow,” Gray said quickly.
Faith took a deep breath, then swallowed as Jon thrust deeply into her mouth. His cock popped into her throat and he roared as his hot seed pulsed into her throat. At the same time Tristan pinched her clit firmly, slammed his cock against her womb, and roared his own climax.
““I can see him coming in your throat,” Gray gasped into her ear, “oh, that’s so hot!”
Faith’s body exploded in orgasm just as Gray shouted and pressed hard against her back, the knowledge that they were all coming at once sending her further over the edge than before. When Jon pulled out of her throat so she
could breathe, then plunged back in again, it set off another orgasm even stronger than the first. She’d never imagined such pleasure was possible, and wondered briefly if she’d even survive it. Then she thought no more, letting the intense sensations carry her away.
Once Tristan, Gray and Jon caught their breath, they looked at each other and smiled. “She’s amazing,” Tristan said in a low voice as he reached down to lift Faith into his arms. He laid her down on the bed properly, with her head on a pillow.
“She’s so small and delicate,” Gray said, brushing a lock of hair from her face with gentle fingers. “I did not expect her passion to match our own, but it does.”
“It certainly does,” Jon agreed. “I’m almost afraid to see what would happen if we released pheromones on her.”
“I don’t think that’s something we should try,” Tristan said. “Not for a while, anyway.”
“Agreed,” Gray said. “Shall we bathe her, or let her sleep while we clean her up?”
“Let’s let her sleep,” Tristan said.
A little while later, after carefully cleansing their Arima, they climbed into bed with her. Faith woke up briefly when Tristan lifted her up and laid her down on top of himself.
“Hi,” she said sleepily, looking right and left, then relaxing after making sure that Jon and Gray were there too.
“Hi,” Tristan said. “Go back to sleep, Fedea.”
“Fedea?”
“It means Faith in the old tongue,” Tristan replied.
Faith lowered her head against his chest. “I like that. Will you guys stay here?”
“Yes, we will,” Tristan promised. “We have to get up very early though, so don’t be upset if you awaken and we are gone.”
“All right,” Faith said, then yawned. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Tristan whispered back, leaning up to kiss the top of her head. As he listened to Jon, then Gray kiss her goodnight, Tristan smiled to himself. What a fool he’d been to think they could ever deny their Arima.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Summer closed the training room door, then reached out with her senses for her Rami. They were some distance away, though she couldn’t tell exactly where they were. She supposed they were on the bridge, speaking with the captain. Certain that they could not be overheard, she turned to face Darlene, who’d asked to meet her here, alone.
“What’s up?” she asked. “No, let me guess. You want me to tell the guys my little secret.”
Darlene shook her head, one quick jerk. “I am in no position to tell you what to do, Summer. A thought occurred to me that I found disturbing, and after spending most of the day thinking about it, I felt that I should share it with you.”
“Darlene,” Summer said, softening her tone, “you are my closest friend. The one person I trust beyond all others, excepting only my Rami. I’m sorry if I sounded short with you just now. I guess the strain of this is getting to me.”
“It’s all right, Summer,” Darlene said. “I understand.”
“Thanks,” Summer said. “So what is it that you wanted to share?”
“I just wondered, how would your Rami feel if something did happen to you, and they learned only then that you are pregnant?” Darlene said, keeping her voice low.
Summer stared at Darlene for a long moment as that scenario ran through her mind. Darlene was right. If that happened, they would never have had so much as a moment’s joy in the knowledge. And since they could never mate again, they never would.”
“Damn,” she said. “You’re right Darlene. How selfish I am not to have even thought of that.”
“Since your reason for not telling them was so that they wouldn’t feel guilty, I’m not sure that the label selfish fits here,” Darlene said dryly. “But I do think that you might want to reconsider. We are very close to Onddo now, I believe.”
“Yes, just a few more days,” Summer agreed. “You’re right, Darlene. I will tell them.”
“Good luck with that,” Darlene said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Yeah, I might need it,” Summer said with a grin. As big as the Katres were, she had no fear of them. They might stomp their feet and roar but they would never harm her, nor would they become truly angry with her. She didn’t think.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“Better,” Darlene said. “The talk we had with Faith on the Eyrie gave me a few things to think about. I’ve asked Doc to have dinner with me tomorrow evening so we can talk. In private.”
Summer smiled, considered hugging Darlene, but held back. Darlene was not always comfortable with overt gestures of affection, even from her. So, when Darlene approached her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, initiating a hug herself, Summer was speechless for a moment.
“I love you, Summer,” Darlene said, her voice hoarse with emotion.
“I love you, too,” Summer replied, returning the hug.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
For the first time since meeting the Falcorans, Faith slept peacefully throughout the night, uninterrupted by nightmares. When she awoke the next morning she felt rested and relaxed. She was glad that Tristan had told her they had to leave early, otherwise their absence would have troubled her. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find a note asking her to meet them in the cafeteria in an hour.
She hummed to herself as she showered and dressed, choosing another new top to wear with her jeans, this one the same shade of bright red as Bubbles’ fur. When Bubbles planted a flurry of popping kisses on her cheek before settling down on her shoulder, Faith decided that the raktsasa must like the color.
She left her room with a bounce in her step and made her way to the cafeteria where she found the Falcorans sitting at their usual table in the back corner, their eyes on the door. They smiled and stood up as soon as she appeared, then watched as she crossed the room toward them.
“Good morning,” she said brightly, taking the chair that Gray held for her. She wanted very much to kiss them, but the curious eyes of the other men in the cafeteria prevented that.
“Good morning,” they all replied at the same time. “You slept well last night,” Tristan said.
“Yes, I did,” Faith said, blushing. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”
“We did nothing,” Tristan said.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Faith argued with a flirty smile. “I’m very glad I slept without nightmares for a change, and I think Bubbles is too.” Bubbles made a series of popping sounds which Faith chose to take as full agreement. Just then a young man arrived with her breakfast on a tray, much to Bubbles’ obvious delight. A few moments later Bubbles was on a chair scarfing down her breakfast, and Faith was doing the same.
“It’s a nice change to see you so lighthearted,” Jon said. “It makes the world seem brighter.”
“It’s nice to feel lighthearted,” she said. “Believe it or not, between Grace and I, I was the relaxed, easy going one. I’d almost forgotten that part of myself these past couple of years.”
“We understand that very well,” Tristan said. “We used to be a rather lighthearted male-set ourselves.”
“You seem less stiff than you did when I first met you,” Faith said. “Maybe you guys are on your way back to being normal, too.”
“Yes, we are, thanks to you,” Tristan said.
Faith smiled, then tilted her head. “I’m gonna ask a question, and I hope you guys don’t get upset by it.”
“We shall do our best,” Tristan promised solemnly, though Faith saw a glimmer of a twinkle in his eyes.
“The woman that messed you guys up,” she said, then paused to see if they were going to get tense on her. They didn’t, much to her satisfaction.
“What about her?” Gray asked as he poured himself another cup of coffee. Faith grabbed the empty cup in front of her tray and slid it toward him. Gray arched a brow, knowing she wasn’t supposed to drink coffee, but he filled her cup.
“Well, I think you three should
get a little pay-back,” she said.
“Pay back?” Tristan asked thoughtfully. “What did you have in mind?”
“Are you at all familiar with a man on Earth known as the Director?” she asked.
“Yes, we are,” Tristan said. “Jasan has a very good relationship with him.”
“Well, believe it or not, in spite of what he does for a living, he’s actually a pretty good guy. He got a large settlement for me from the government because Grace died while doing undercover work, which isn’t exactly true, but I didn’t complain. I’d spent the money I inherited when my parents died running from Cinthy, and it was completely gone. The settlement gave me enough to leave Earth and go where I wanted. Anyway, like you said, the Director likes Jasan, and I don’t think he’d be too happy to learn what this woman has been up to.”
“What do you think he’d do to her?” Jon asked, a worried frown on his face. “We wouldn’t want to be the cause of any woman coming to real harm, regardless of how she treated us.”
“She wouldn’t be harmed in the way you’re thinking,” Faith said. “But, since she signed a legal and binding interplanetary contract, accepted money from the Lobos, and went through the mating ritual, she is bound by those actions pending a legal separation or divorce.”
“We do not have divorce on Jasan,” Tristan said.
“No, you sure don’t,” Faith said. “Even if she got a divorce on Earth, she either knew, or should have known, that there is no divorce on Jasan, and that the Lobos were still considered her legal spouses there. Yet she returned and attempted to repeat what she’d done to the Lobos. That shows pretty clearly that her intentions were never to actually marry you. I suspect that there is more than enough evidence against her to try her for breach of contract, fraud, and inter-system racketeering. Considering how much money she got from you and the Lobos, I’ve no doubt that would be seen as the most serious crime of the lot, and the one that holds the stiffest penalty.”
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