by Vi Voxley
A holoprojection jumped to life. Over the flickering image, Havoc could see Chase's face. The other warlord was as disappointed as he was. The level of annoyance washed away from both their features when the image cleared.
"Havoc," Lord General Ashorn greeted him. "Chase. I was hoping you would be there as well."
They both saluted the ruler of Octava without a word. Lord Ashorn was a man who didn't make small-talk, not even bothering to get upset when someone forgot to address him with his full title.
He valued warriors who did their duty without needing to boast about it or make excuses when they failed. In short, he was the perfect man to lead a planet right at the border of the Alliance, always at war and never entirely reaching equilibrium.
"The League will be here very soon," the Lord General said, glancing at Dana for a moment. "You need to depart soon, although it's a pity to leave your newfound fated behind. I understand that. Right now, we need you at the front lines.
"This is a formality, of course, but let me tell you this just to be certain. I'm ordering you two to take charge of the Gargon armada and destroy the League. Do not stop until they are only a memory for others who might come to the preposterous, vile intention to attack us."
The Lord General's eyes were burning as he growled the last part.
"I want the heads of the Rabor twins, do you understand me? No man has dared to attack Octava directly for centuries and for a good reason. I want the League to wallow in their loss until the stars go out, never regaining the strength they have now."
"It will be done," Chase said.
"We will not fail," Havoc added.
"Good," the Lord General said, nodding. "I expect nothing less than complete victory. Hopefully, when you return, you'll have more time to spend with your fated and she can carry strong sons for the glory of our people."
The comm link shut down and the room fell silent. Dana was looking pissed off and worried out of her mind at the same time. With perfect calm, Havoc put the device away again and turned to look at her.
He and Chase waited as their fated expected them to comment on the last part of Ashorn's little speech, which they weren't going to do. It was agreed between them. If they wanted to make Dana theirs, the decision to have children needed to come from her. They couldn't pressure a female who had gone through so much pain for her child.
What made it all the more worse was that they both saw, clear as day, how good of a mother she was. Havoc didn't have a doubt in his heart she'd be the perfect mother to their own children as well.
She observed them in silence, a small frown on her face.
"You have to go?"
Her voice was shaking.
"Yes," Chase said, taking a step closer to her.
He pulled her, gently, back into his embrace where she'd been before the disruptive call that signaled the start of the fight that would decide the fate of them all.
"Will you come back?" Dana asked quietly, not struggling out of Chase's grip as Havoc had feared.
He joined Chase, the two of them holding Dana like it was meant to be.
"For you, we would come back from the verge of death itself," Havoc said, leaning down to plant a small kiss on her pale neck.
He could feel her shudder, a small moan escaping her lips as Chase leaned down hungrily to capture her mouth, finding her willing.
It was amazing how quickly they found the easy rhythm again. When at first Dana had seemed lost, now she gained certainty with every second. She turned in their arms, kissing both of them and letting them grope her delicious body, giving in to their desire as easily as though the bond between them was made whole at last.
"I don't want to lose you," she said at last.
Her voice was so quiet they had to strain to hear her. Just for a moment, Chase and him both stopped and forced her to look at them.
"You won't," Chase promised her. "That is what's good about this. You will never lose us."
A promise that cannot be kept, Havoc thought grimly, but one that he did not voice.
As certain as they were of their victory, a rational man knew that death waited for each soul. They could no more promise Dana their unharmed return as they could promise her the stars and the moons.
Yet it was something Havoc thought she knew. There was a reason she’d chosen this moment to open up to them. The fact that she might never get the chance again certainly had to play a part in it.
Dana's eyes were wide and terrified as they pulled her back into their arms, holding her there until she stopped looking so scared. The fear gave way to passion again and for a second, Havoc thought he could see real love in her eyes as they sank to the floor together. The white dress Dana was wearing was pulled over her shoulders without a word of protest and Havoc's heart leaped.
It didn't matter if he had to share her with Chase. All he wanted was Dana. It seemed impossible to think he'd ever wanted anything else, or ever would.
15
Dana
The barriers around her heart were unraveling with terrifying speed. It simply felt too good to deny herself the mind-blowing pleasure of being in the strong arms of her fateds.
I'm only human and they're far beyond that. They're everything I've ever wanted... and everything I might not be able to have.
Dana quickly considered the possibility she was only doing it because her fateds were soon bound to leave for war, but that wasn't it. Not all of it, anyway.
The potential had been there before the call, long before she ever heard of the League and the twins coming for them all. From the very first moment, Dana knew a deep, secret part of her had always known she wouldn't be able to resist the warlords forever.
She had merely hoped the possibility of putting a few star systems between them would help a little. When that opportunity was taken from her, Dana had known she had lost. It had simply taken the realization that she had given in already, and that this might be her one chance to admit it, for her to truly let go.
The room seemed to be a hundred degrees hotter than it had been mere minutes ago. She was gasping for air, although that had probably more to do with the insanely sexy hunks undressing her with all the care you'd expect from men like them.
They were tearing her clothes off her body as though she was the last thing to save them from starvation.
She let the warlords turn her from one to another, tasting their lips, drinking in the pleasure she'd denied herself during all those years alone.
Wild, panicky fears rushed through her mind, only barely succumbing to the pleasure she felt.
What if I've forgotten how to do this? Fuck, why does this feel like I'm a blushing virgin again?
Being with Gargon men wasn't the same as being with Terrans. There was a deep, unbreakable trust underneath it all. Not simply because Havoc and Chase were her fated, but because they simply were above all other men.
She could let herself fall back, knowing they'd never let her fall, always trusting she'd land in one pair of strong, muscled arms. And no matter how violent and impatient their actions were on the surface, they didn't hurt her once.
She didn't think they were capable of doing that.
As for the sex and intimacy themselves, it was all coming back to Dana, surging quick and hot in her veins.
All of her worries were nothing compared to the surprise in store for her when the warlords finally understood she was saying yes to them.
Dana didn't know what she'd expected from the mighty, powerful warriors, respected by all and without peers. Some sort of reservation, maybe. Men who carried the weight of worlds upon their shoulders were bound to turn making love into another chore, weren't they?
The answer was no.
The wild desire with which they descended upon her was breathtaking. Two sets of solid arms like tree trunks ravished and worshipped her body, getting Dana naked before them in a manner of seconds. There was no hesitation, no hints of propriety, only sheer animalistic lust and it took the la
st of Dana's self-control away.
For a moment, she regained her senses in the hot, twirling mess of the three of them when the warlords drew back to remove their own clothing, leaving her sitting naked on the floor. Like every human from the dawn of civilization, the realization of being without clothes suddenly struck her, yet only for a moment.
She didn’t have time to feel coy.
Her hands fell from her breasts when Havoc and Chase quickly discarded their clothes with much less care than they'd shown hers. Shirts were ripped and pieces of undoubtedly priceless jewelry was thrown away carelessly.
Looking up at them, Dana's mouth fell open and a low, deep moan escaped her lips, more a sigh than anything. Unable to fight the longing in her heart, she reached out her hand to touch them, sliding her palms up their muscled legs, feeling the smooth skin tremble a little in excitement.
Dana doubted anyone could have resisted those two if they ever saw them the way she did. Perfect, god-crafted muscles adorned their chiseled bodies, taut and firm under flawless, tanned skin. The strength of their limbs was evident every time they moved even a little, wide chests heaving, pecs playing for her viewing pleasure. She had to check to make sure she wasn't drooling.
As similar as they were in their magnificence, the two warlords couldn't have been more different. The deep red tattoos made Havoc look like a pillar of fire, like he was carved out of smoldering, hot lava stone. Lava stone with a six-pack to die for.
Dana wanted to count all of his muscles with her tongue. Havoc's eyes were like crimson, burning pieces of coal, cutting their way right to her heart. Somehow, he looked even more massive out of his clothes, like the simple image of him was enough to fill the room with his power.
Chase was exactly as stunning, like a sculpture from Ancient Greece. His tan body was not as dark as Havoc’s, although Dana figured it had something to do with the golden glow of his tattoos. His perfect skin was smooth like light caramel, a sun caught in the frames of a man. His tall, lean body was commanding her attention as much as Havoc's sturdiness was, making Dana admire him from head to toe and then start all over again.
The blue and gold fit together like they were one impossibly gorgeous hue. Intricate patterns ran all over Chase's body, drawing curves and arcs under his eyes, accentuating the fierce look in his eyes.
Even their passion was different. Havoc was looking at her like she was a treasure, admiring her without laying a hand on her yet. Chase's eyes were blazing with lust, however, unhidden desire playing on his gorgeous features.
Dana hadn't even noticed how her hands were moving up their wondrous bodies, her fingers pressed firmly against the muscles that refused to budge under her touch.
"You don't have to be shy," Chase told her, his voice broken by passion. "Anything you want, it's yours. Open those pretty lips of yours and tell us what you desire."
Is this one of those fine-in-theory things? Like when I open up about my kinks and you're horrified?
Judging by the expectant, forceful look on the faces of her fateds, Dana guessed that it wasn't. Her throat was closed up nonetheless, her chest heaving as she stared up at them, trying not to be intimidated by the bulges in their boxers, the only items of clothing that still stayed on.
On that note, why?
"I want to see all of you," she said quietly, her sound coming out like a purr because she couldn't manage the oxygen to speak out loud.
She pushed her fingers under the edges of their boxers, gulping when she saw the cocks in their confines stirring at her touch.
"Lose these," Dana said, louder and more confident. "If I'm going to do this, I better know what I'm dealing with."
Her breath caught when the warlords obeyed, the twin grins on their lips telling her she had no idea what she was getting herself into and that the bastards were enjoying it immensely. Dana watched on in mute shock as her fateds revealed themselves to her fully.
Okay, it's official. My dry spell has gone on for too long. Fuck celibacy, I want to ride them until my legs are numb and I see stars.
Dana rose to her knees, her mouth parted a little, hungry and ready for them. There was no hesitation in her anymore as she pressed her lips against Havoc's huge cock. Wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, she could feel how warm it was and how quickly the warlord reacted to her mouth on his erection.
The massive member in her palm grew even bigger, throbbing in her grip as Dana legitimately struggled to hold on.
She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she sucked Havoc deeper into her mouth. Tried to might have been a bit more accurate, though. She had never had a cock of that size between her lips, no other men in her life even came close.
Dana felt Chase step closer and run his hand gently through her blazing red hair. Blindly, Havoc's cock still on its way down her throat, Dana grabbed Chase's shaft in her left hand, hearing the warlord groan appreciatively. It felt just as big, which was a serious cause for concern since Dana wasn't entirely sure she could take them even with rigorous foreplay.
At least she was doing her part as far as the foreplay part went.
Growing bolder with every second, Dana switched over to Chase, slowly working both cocks in her hands until they were rock-hard for her.
"Yes," she could hear Chase breathe, his deep voice shaking a little. "Like that. Go on, take it all in."
Dana dearly hoped that was some Gargon joke she didn't understand, because she was definitely at her limits already. She let go of Havoc to try and focus better, the need to make both her fateds groan for her quickly overshadowing every other desire.
At the back of her mind, she hoped Havoc didn't think she was neglecting him, but apparently that was not how Gargon men thought. They were both her fated, after all. And they were both going to have all of her that they could desire.
As soon as Dana turned her attention to Chase, Havoc sank down to the floor next to her, lying down on the soft carpet.
She could feel his hands wander over the naked skin of her legs, tugging a little at her thighs.
"Straddle him," Chase ordered. "You shouldn't be the only one giving pleasure."
Fuck. I'm about to sit on the face of a Gargon warlord. I don't think they make bucket list items for this.
The realization was driving Dana out of her mind with lust. She ached for her fated so badly she could barely control her own body. With shaking legs, she did as Chase commanded. There was a moment of hesitation as she looked up at him, seeing the devilish grin on the warlord's lips, and then she felt Havoc's powerful hands around her hips, pulling her down onto his face.
"Whoa," she moaned, grabbing a hold of Chase as Havoc ate her out like she was his last meal. "Fuck, Havoc..."
The warlord's tongue was hot and quick, licking at her pussy while darting the tip inside her. Holding her pussy lips apart, Havoc thrust his face against her mound, pushing his tongue as deep as it could go. Dana's breaths devolved into hopeless struggles to grab a lungful of air and still pleasure Chase. She was panting heavily, almost forgetting all about Chase, but her other fated wouldn't be left out of playtime.
Coming closer, Chase guided his cock back between her lips and Dana sucked eagerly, wanting to give back some of the pleasure that was surging through her veins like lightning in a bottle. Even if it wasn't to the same man.
She was starting to think she finally got the Gargon bonds. All three of them made up one whole, as unlikely and as odd as it might have seemed. There was no I in the room, only bodies writhing against each other, competing in who could draw the best moans from the other.
"You have no idea how hot you look like this," Chase said, looking down at her with those gorgeous golden blue eyes, the strands of his black hair falling over his face. "Those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, your eyes shining up at me as you want more. I can hear your desires even if you don't voice them."
A deep groan interrupted his words and Dana grinned around his cock, sliding her hands up and down his powerful,
wide thighs. Every once in a while, she reached for his shaft again, working his cock and teasing his balls with her fingertips.
Havoc was keeping up an unrelenting, delicious torture that Dana never wanted to end, building the pleasure inside her to almost unbearable levels. His big hands were seemingly everywhere on her body, groping her breasts and twisting her nipples all the while keeping her firmly seated on his face.
When he sucked her clit, Dana screamed loud, shameless, pulling away from Chase.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted. "If you don't want to make me cum like this, Havoc, you need to stop. It's so good, too good.. I – I'm..."
The warlord either didn't hear or didn't care. Dana whimpered in boundless need, her entire body trembling as he kept pushing her closer to the edge. The tongue around her clit kept making circles, faster and faster until it felt like she was going to pass out from over-stimulation.
"I can't..." Dana whispered. "Please, I want to cum. Havoc!"
"Are you going to keep her all to yourself?" Chase asked, his deep voice heavy with lust.
Dana had half-expected Havoc to argue, to fight over her, but in reality it seemed as though her giant had simply forgotten himself. Chase helped her stand, her legs shaking so hard Dana doubted she could walk anytime soon.
Havoc stood as well, like a volcano surging up from the depths of the sea. Without a word, something unsaid passed between the warlords.
"What are you-" she started to ask, dazed, but she never finished that sentence.
Havoc pulled her against his firm chest, warm and hot and perfect, holding her there with ease. Dana was grateful for that since Chase sunk to his knees before her, taking over where Havoc had left off. At the blink of an eye, the warlords both jump-started the pleasure inside her again, this time with double the force.
Havoc was holding her up, kissing her neck and pulling her head back to claim her lips as his hands groped her breasts. He never pulled where he would have hurt, fondling her while his biting kisses were leaving Dana's neck covered in hickeys.