“Spectacular. I’d never thought a man could look so damn good in a skirt. Look, look! Maxim’s going to be the first one up for spears.”
The rumbling sound of drums shook the podium and shot Keely straight up in her seat. The things were enormous. She was glad they were all the way on the other side of the arena. The sound slowly descended in decibel level until they were nothing but a quiet hum, and then finally silenced.
Cassie yelled out, “I’m sorry. I forgot to warn you. The drums will signal each time a new game starts. Don’t worry. The impacts won’t be that loud next time. This whole festival is dedicated to Jupiter, the god of thunder. I guess it’s their way of cluing him that he needs to stop doing whatever godly thing he’s doing and pay attention.”
Keely’s chuckle stuck in her throat when the loud crackling of actual thunder reverberated above their heads. The entire arena stilled, and all eyes lifted to the perfectly beautiful, iridescent sky. Not a cloud was in sight. Three more quick rounds of heart-thumping, forceful percussion sent every Insedi shooting to their feet. Jubilant cries resounded around the enclosure, and all faces split into wide grins. Even Lucien was leaning out to view the sky, a look of awe planted on his handsome face. Keely heard Skylar very clearly.
“Oh, yeah. He’s come to watch, just as he promised. Jupiter Optimus Maximus just sent his calling card. This is way too cool.”
Keely turned, looked at Skylar, and chuckled. “You know? Three days ago, I would’ve scoffed at that statement.”
Skylar grinned and held up her thumb. “Me, too, sweetie. Me, too.”
Chapter 32
Releasing a whoosh of air, Keely leaned back and tried to relax her muscles. Skylar was still bouncing in her seat from the announcement of Maxim’s win, and now Baruch had just soundly beaten another warrior at short knives. He strode proudly around the perimeter of the enclosure, his fist held high as he soaked in the thunderous applause. When Makar had been called victor of the sword event earlier, she’d given herself a minute to celebrate before immediately fearing for Baruch’s safety. She’d been worried for nothing. Both of them were experts at warfare. Not once did a strike land on either of their breastplates or body. She turned when she felt a tap to her shoulder.
Cassie stood next to Severus. Both had big smiles on their faces. Cassie chuckled. “I’m proud of you. I didn’t see your eyes close once.”
Keely grimaced. “Believe me. I wanted to. I’m glad they both won and didn’t end up bloody or dead.”
Motioning her toward the stairwell, Cassie linked arms with Severus.
“Come on. We’ll take you down to the festival grounds. It’s tradition for the mate to greet her warrior after a victory. Severus knows where their tent’s located. No, don’t give me that deer-in-the-headlight look. Patterns…remember?”
“Oh, okay. Sure.”
The farther they moved through the mass of people, the more Keely felt like she’d stepped back in time. They briefly stopped at several events and watched blacksmiths pounding armor, knife throwing contests, and about five minutes of Caelius expertly dancing around his opponent and landing strategic blows during a boxing match. Rhia didn’t hold back on the enthusiastic encouragement and squealed in delight when her mate ended the bout with one punch to the jaw.
They came to a halt before a large tent on the outskirts of the festival ground. Two banners, one black and the other maroon, swayed softly from the top peak. Cassie poked her in the side.
“Here you are. We’re going to go catch the bird of prey exhibition. I can’t wait to find out if any of them look like the ones we have on Earth. Have fun.” She winked and tugged Severus down the alleyway.
Taking a deep breath, Keely pushed through the heavy tent flaps and promptly halted to allow her eyes to adjust. The room was cast in shadows from the lanterns hanging at the back corners. Makar was alone and standing in front of a large wooden cabinet. It was open, and his sheathed sword hung from a large wooden dowel in the center. He was in the process of lifting the heavy breastplate over his head. Seconds later, the black tunic was slipping from his body. Large slabs of muscles in his back tightened, and his hair stuck to his neck and shoulders when he pulled the material away and set it to the side. Golden skin gleamed in the soft light as he hung the armor and closed the cabinet.
Warmth flowed through her groin, settling deep in her fluttering core as she watched him remove the red sash from his narrow waist. He was spectacular, virile, and unparalleled. Her muscles froze when his movement halted, and his head turned slightly to the left. She watched his chin lift and his rib cage expand and contract before he appeared to relax. The sash dropped to the floor. His deep, sensuous voice sent chills racing across her skin.
“Ah, has my foemina come to congratulate her victor? Does she carry a bouquet of violets, or has she found me pleasing?”
Moving across the soft carpet, Keely picked up a towel lying to the side and began slowly wiping his skin. His head lolled back on his neck, and she could hear his soft moan. Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to the center of his back and ran her fingers over the pebbled skin. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him when his large hand settled over hers.
Makar untangled her fingers, slid her palm up his ridged abs, across his warm mating necklace, and gently kissed the center. His voice was hushed. “I’ve dreamed of the moment that you would come to us willingly. Thank you for this gift.”
Her skin shivered.
Slowly, he turned in her embrace. She pressed her face against his thick chest and inhaled his musky scent.
“Aw, my sweetness. You’re so lovely.” He took the towel from her hand, swiveled them around and pressed her back against the cabinet. For several beats, he just stared into her eyes before lifting the towel and gently wiping across her cheek and down her neck.
Keely captured his hand and brought the cloth to her nose. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and then opened them again. She looked up to him.
“No. I love having your smell on my skin.”
Bending, he moved close to her ear and whispered, “Gods, you’ve no idea what you do to me. I can barely stand.” He scattered gentle kisses across her neck, along her jaw, and finally settled on her lips. Gripping her face, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and groaned his contentment. For many moments they lapped gently, explored, and consumed each other until they had to break away. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Please, may I take you? I cannot stand another moment until I feel your luscious body against mine. I need to be inside you.”
Keely nodded and kissed his chin. “Yes, I want the same thing.” She felt a slight tug at her shoulder and the toga slipped effortlessly down her body and pooled at her feet. She fought from instinctively covering her chest. Nipples beading to hard points, Keely gasped as his warm mouth captured one. Clinging to his shoulders, she marveled that her legs were keeping her upright. His left hand was sitting like a brand at the small of her back while the other cupped her breast. Hot breath traveled across her chest as he sought out the other nipple begging for his touch.
Keely closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth moving languidly down her belly. She held her breath when he paused just above her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips, and she clutched his hair when a growl rumbled from his chest.
“I can smell your essence. You’re a drug to my senses. I need to taste you.”
Makar spread her thighs and buried his face between her legs. He was just as devastating as Baruch had been—lapping, sucking, vibrating, and overwhelming her until she was nothing but a writhing frenzy on wobbly legs. Within seconds, her vaginal muscles locked tightly on his fingers, refusing to let go. Crying out, she glanced down and stared into his gorgeous golden eyes as he brought her through the agonizing bliss until she begged for mercy. Chin and lips slick with her juices, he took his time licking it away with his tongue.
“I love to watch you come, Keely. Your eyes are g
lowing with passion, and you tremble for me.”
She tried to speak through desperate grabs for air.
“Makar…Makar…yes…I love it when you talk to me…your voice…it’s so beautiful.”
He rose like a predator beast from the ground, clasped her waist, and slowly turned her while trailing kisses across her shoulders. She could hear the heavy leather skirt hit the carpet. Pressing her against the cabinet, Makar slid his warm skin across her back, and pulled her hands up to the upper ledge. She could feel his thick cock undulating against the top of her buttocks.
“Hold tight, Keely. I need to explore you. I can’t get enough.”
His palms slid along her arms, across her back, and down to her butt cheeks. He paused and massaged the mounds, placing small kisses and gentle nips across her pebbling flesh.
“Gods! I love your ass, sweetness. You’re perfection. Lovely rounded globes of succulent female.”
Keely moaned when his fingers slipped through her juices, pressed against her swollen, distended bud, and his knee moved her thighs farther apart.
“Move your hands down lower, my foemina. Bend slightly at the waist. Yes, perfect. Brace yourself.”
She arched her back when the bulbous head of his cock replaced the talented digits and surged deep inside.
“Oh, yes…yes…that’s it, Makar. God, you feel so good.”
Keely enjoyed the thickness of his shaft slowly working its way inside. One hand gripped her hip as the other lazily caressed her back and ass. He’d slowly withdraw and then pump three short strokes to bury himself deeper each time. Repeatedly, he undulated in the mind-bending rhythm until he was fully seated, stretching her to capacity. She felt him press his chest to her back, his breathing staccato and hot against her skin. A hand slipped around her hip and two fingers landed on her swollen clit.
“I’m going to take my time within you, sweetness. I never want to leave your body.” He started up a gentle swirl against her sensitive bud while pumping slowly inside her accepting pussy. Soon, her hips were moving in counter to his until the skin-shivering sound of their sweaty flesh sliding together nearly brought her to her knees. Tingles shot up her spine, and she cried out, bringing more cream to saturate his cock. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her tight to his body, and stilled.
“Hold on, baby. I want to come inside of you, yet I don’t want to stop. I want more…so much more.”
Both their heads swiveled to the side when Baruch burst into the tent. He had a wide grin on his face while steadily ripping the armor, skirt, and sandals from his body. He was out of breath.
“I felt you…across…across the arena…left my award.” He stumbled over to the cabinet, eyes wide, and focused on where they were intimately joined. Makar never paused in the slow grind against her ass. Baruch’s skin was gleaming with sweat, and his cock stood out long and thick. He grabbed the middle, stroked a few times, and then ran his thumb over the leaking tip. Makar nipped at her shoulder, lifted up, and slid halfway out of her.
“Isn’t she delicious? I’m snug within her warmth. See how tight she grips me?”
Baruch groaned and moved closer.
“Oh, look how wet she is for you. I love seeing you together. It has me so hard I fear I’m going to break. Damn. I have to be next to you, sweetness. I want to feel your nipples traveling across my flesh and your little rounded belly pressing against mine as Makar loves you.”
Releasing his cock, Baruch looked to the side, snatched the towel from the carpet, and started drying his skin.
Keely reached out and clasped his wrist. “No. I want to feel you on me.”
He growled, threw the material to the side, glanced at Makar, nodded, and waited for her to push away from the cabinet. He slid his back against the dark wood, planted his feet wide, and groaned when she molded to his body.
“Ah, fuck. You feel so good.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, and Makar clasped her hips.
Keely moaned when Baruch dragged his chest upward against her breasts and pressed the base of his fat cock right over her clit. The thick meat bounced on her stomach with each breath. His lips parted on a gasp, and his silver eyes flipped up to Makar. She could tell they were mind talking. He nodded and then slammed his mouth over hers.
Baruch kissed her as if his life depended on it. Instantly, they began to move in concert, a well-orchestrated dance to throw her over into erotic insanity. As Makar pushed deep, Baruch pressed forward, rolled his steel shaft upward, and slid downward just as Makar retreated. She instantly caught fire. Breathe stuttering, she locked her arms around his neck. His husky voice nearly threw her over the edge.
“Ah, Makar. You should see her eyes. They darken as her passion grows. She bites her lip each time that you drive deep inside her. Oh, yes. I sensed that. Again, Keely. Squeeze Makar again. Your muscles grip him so tightly he’ll not last another minute.”
When Baruch bit gently on her shoulder, she erupted. Spasms flooded her channel, and Makar shouted her name to the ceiling. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pounded heavily into her and spoke huskily in his native language. Warmth from his heavy release flooded her insides and she buried her head against Baruch’s neck.
Makar’s strong hands cupped the back of her thighs and lifted her into the air as he slipped heavily from her dripping cunt. Reaching back, she gripped his neck and hung on. He stumbled sideways and swiveled them around before he could topple over. His back slammed up against the cabinet. Baruch slipped between her open legs, notched his cock at her opening, and drove it home. Her knees locked to his sides, and his words rushed out strained and husky.
“Ah, gods! Makar has left you slick for me. So good. You feel so good.”
Crying out at the exquisite feeling of him pushing steadily against her throbbing walls, Keely dug her nails into his back as he fucked her senseless. With Makar gripping her breasts, and Baruch nailing her clit on every forward thrust, she was overcome with a wash of tingles and waves of heat crashing through her groin. She’d barely come down from the last orgasm and was quickly thrown into another.
Within seconds, Baruch shouted, buried balls deep inside her, and released everything he had. She clung to his shoulders and trembled at the heady feeling of hearing his masculine grunts and groans as he took his pleasure. When it appeared he had nothing left to give, Makar wrapped his arms around her chest, grabbed Baruch’s biceps, and gently lowered them all to the carpet.
Tangled in a sweaty pile, Keely finally gave up trying to roll off of Baruch. He had a firm grip around her waist and grunted each time she wiggled.
“No, stay here. I like feeling you next to me. You’re still spasming on my dick, and I like the way it feels. Don’t leave.”
Relaxing her muscles, she laid her head on his chest. Makar was lying on his side, staring at her. His palm was firmly attached to her left butt cheek. She gave him a little smile.
“Guys. That was unbelievable. I never thought an orgasm could be that powerful…and to get three? Amazing. I don’t think I can walk.”
Makar chuckled, leaned in, and kissed her lips. “If we’d had our shit together, you would’ve gotten more.” His features softened, and he caressed her arm. “You devastate us, Keely. I’ve never felt this connected to another in my life. Thank you for trusting us with your body. We hope that your heart is open to it as well.”
Determined not to fall back into her familiar divert and retreat tactic, Keely swallowed hard, reached out, and caressed his jaw. “I’ll try, Makar. Really, I will. This is all so new to me. It’s…it’s hard to let go. I’m sorry.”
Despite her words, his smile never faltered. He pressed her palm against his face and kissed the tips of her fingers.
“We know, baby. You deserve our patience.”
Baruch patted her butt. “Come on. Let’s see if our legs will work now. We need to get back to the arena. The archery competition will be starting soon. Altair should win that one easily, but it’s always fun to wat
ch.”
Relieved that they weren’t pushing her for a response, Keely released her held breath. This time Makar retrieved the warm, wet cloths to clean their bodies, and she tried to keep from chuckling over their battle to see which one would help her put the toga back on. Makar won. Baruch made sure to suck on each toe before slipping her sandals back on. When they were finished, she washed their backs and patted them dry. Since they’d finished their competitions, they donned their Elite Guard outfits. Dressed and hoping her hair wasn’t a disaster, Keely let them take her hands and guide her through the festival grounds.
By the time they arrived at the podium, everyone had returned from roaming the grounds. Makar and Baruch performed quick, showy bows when receiving a hearty round of clapping and congratulations for their wins. Stephano gave her a subtle nod and a smile, but kept his face averted after the quick greeting. Taking the seats directly behind Cassie and Severus, Keely settled in and listened to the pleasant conversations as they awaited the drums to announce the next game.
She watched each of the women closely. Any small movement made, and their mate took notice. Whether they were adjusting in their chair, reaching for a drink, or stretching, her guy would make some type of contact with her. Whether it was a soft touch to the shoulder, a caress of her thigh, an innocent brush of her hair, or just a gob-smacked expression, Keely knew without a doubt that they were cherished. She glanced down to find Makar’s hand resting on her knee, and Baruch’s pinky finger linked with hers as they both spoke in low tones with Cato and Luna.
Looking out across the arena, it drove home that there were thousands more craving this very thing. Keely’s chest tightened. For years, these honorable people had been without companionship, love, or hope, yet did they use their impressive technology to storm Earth and cart off unwilling women? No, they tried their best to blend in, establish realistic relationships, and leave the world as undisturbed as possible. All they wanted was to live free and happy.
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