When she tugged at him anxiously, trying to draw him between her thighs, he tore his mouth away. “You’ll have to—”
“Take her in that position, Ensign.”
Hastion’s eyes widened with trepidation at the minister’s tone but he obeyed, scooting her farther back on the mattress and climbing between her spread legs. Bracing himself on one trembling elbow, he reached down and guided himself to her, dizzy with the fragrances rising from her drenched cunt. Then he settled in slowly, holding himself aloft on his forearms.
“Mmmm, you’re so big,” Shelley whispered as she skimmed her hot hands all over his torso and shoulders.
“You’re so tiny,” he whispered back, breathing heavily.
She gave him an artful smile. “I’m big enough to take you.”
“So it would appear.” When he’d settled in her as deep as he could without pushing, he began to move in slow, shallow thrusts and Shelley stuttered with excitement, drawing her knees up beside his hips.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. “Do it just like that.”
Thrilled by her instruction, he continued, tangling his fingers in the curly hair strewn all over the mattress as he looked down at her. When she hooked her heels under his buttocks and pulled, he thrust a little deeper.
She gasped, scratching at his back. “Hastion…”
“Tell me,” he urged.
“Faster. Harder.”
He obeyed, gaining momentum, but faltered when he felt his spur graze her.
“Don’t stop!” she cried.
Panting, sweat rolling down his ribs, he said, “I must take care with my spur.”
“Aw,” she whined. “Dammit, I wish I had a nook.”
“We’ll manage.” Or so he hoped. Did the minister plan to summon a probe for him?
He didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
“Hold, Ensign.”
When Hastion froze, Cecine nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. Hastion heard the snap of the lubricant lid and tensed. An instant later, there was probing at his anus and he swallowed a groan as he instinctively relaxed to allow the penetration. Peserin, it was a finger—the minister had slid a finger inside him and was moving it in and out.
Hastion squeezed his eyes shut as he bit down on a cry. Then Cecine added another finger and Hastion shuddered with both arousal and dread. Oh Peserin, sandwiched between the two of them, he was likely to lose all semblance of control.
“Lift up a bit.”
Puzzled, Hastion raised his hips and looked down to see the minister’s other hand slide between him and Shelley, working its way down until his palm protected her cunt.
“All right, Ensign, back to work.”
Hastion blinked, panting harder as he gathered his will. Closing his eyes, he began to thrust again and nearly wept when the minister’s fingers remained static, fucking him as he fucked Shelley. Powers, but it would be a miracle if he didn’t embarrass himself.
“Oh God, yes,” Shelley whimpered, moving restlessly. He felt movement at the base of his penis and realized it was the minister’s thumb sliding back and forth over Shelley’s inner labia.
Then he forgot all about the minister’s thumb when those fingers curved down over his prostate, sending a red-hot stream of sensation through his testicles. He ground his teeth on a groan, going deeper, harder, feeling his spur stab at the minister’s hand with every thrust.
Peserin, please don’t let me scream, he prayed.
Seconds later, Shelley clawed at his back and screamed for him. Dropping his head, he groaned harshly and came with her.
Shelley awoke on her stomach, fighting off the kind of sleep that weighed her down like the lead x-ray blanket at the dentist’s office. God, had she picked up some Garathani bug or something? Her head throbbed with every sluggish beat of her heart, her eyes felt like they’d been scooped out with a melon baller and forced back into their sockets with a rubber mallet, and her muscles ached like she’d started a killer new weightlifting program yesterday.
She tried to move and whimpered with discomfort. There was no way she was getting out of bed today. Hopefully Tara hadn’t come down with the same thing or some unlucky Garathani was going to have a long day with the twins.
Movement in the bed sent a bolt of tension through her, and the tickle of hair skimming across her skin gave her an instant’s warning before an open mouth touched her left shoulder blade.
At the same time, humid breath wafted over her right ear. “Are you well, Shelley?”
She opened her eyes and trembled as he brushed the hair away from her temple. “Hastion? What—”
A hand that couldn’t be his slid over her bare ass and she exploded into action with a screech, lurching down the only avenue of escape available to her, the valley created by two long bodies in her bed. She tumbled headfirst off the mattress, catching herself on her aching arms as she rolled to her ass. Her heartbeat wasn’t sluggish anymore—her pulse pounding in her ears was all she could hear.
Shit, where was she? This wasn’t her room. What was she doing in someone else’s room—naked?
The blanket trailing off the end of the bed caught her eye and she grabbed it, tugging fiercely to free it from underneath the four longest feet she’d ever seen. Then she wrapped herself up in it as she scrambled to her feet.
She got just a glimpse of the minister’s face before wet warmth rushed down the insides of her legs. Oh crap, what the hell was that?
She whirled to face the other way, and praying it was her period finally making its return, she unwrapped the blanket long enough to peek…
And was hit with a blast of fragrance that was unmistakable.
Semen.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. What in the hell had she done last night? And why in the hell didn’t she remember it?
A weird sense of déjà vu struck.
Bracing herself, she turned to face the two very naked aliens stretched out on the mattress. Both were propped up on an elbow, facing the spot she’d just occupied between them. Both were staring at her with varying degrees of amusement and wariness.
Both had hard-ons.
“What the hell?” she demanded breathlessly.
“Good morning to you too, szistaan,” the minister murmured.
She put the heel of her hand to her aching forehead.
“What. The. Hell?” she repeated.
Hastion frowned. When he rolled to a sitting position and started to get up, she jumped back, stumbling on the long blanket.
“Stay!” she said, holding out a shaking hand.
“Shelley, what—”
“Just don’t move, okay? Stay. Right. There. I need to think.”
“All right.”
What the hell was going on? Had she gotten wasted somehow, or had the minister drugged her? The last thing she remembered was…
What was the last thing she remembered?
“I went to bed last night,” she muttered desperately. “Alone.”
Something important was pounding at the door of her brain, begging to be let out. What was it? They’d had dinner last night, and she’d tried the fishy thing. Then she and Tara had put the twins to bed—
Wait, she and Tara had an argument of some kind, didn’t they?
The flood of semen drizzled past her ankles and made puddles on the floor. Jesus Christ, how many times had they done it?
“Oh fuck.” She’d probably gotten knocked up by another alien her second night on Garathan. That had to be some kind of record, didn’t it?
“Shelley, what’s wrong?” Hastion asked.
“I don’t understand how this happened.” She closed her aching eyes and rubbed them. “Would someone mind explaining what’s going on here?”
There was a long silence before Cecine replied, “What, in particular, requires explanation?”
Opening her eyes, she gave a shaky laugh. “Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe we should start with what you drugged me with. Obviously something memorable ha
ppened here last night and I don’t remember a thing.”
He and Hastion both frowned, but Cecine’s frown looked more angry than confused.
“You don’t remember last night?” Hastion asked.
“No!”
“What do you remember?” Cecine asked in a low tone.
“I…remember going to bed and…” She’d been planning on getting herself off—that much, she remembered—but something else was on her mind. Something Tara said.
So that wasn’t you I saw on the beach with Hastion last night? Shelley gasped. Oh Christ, this had happened yesterday too, hadn’t it? She’d woken up with sand in her bed and her panties gone and her robe torn… He’s got your panties, by the way.
Holy crap, had she slept with Hastion twice and didn’t remember it?
“Nobody drugged you, Shelley,” Cecine said. “You came here of your own volition and begged us to claim you.”
“Bullshit! I wouldn’t do that.”
His brows lowered. “You, my mate, will address me with respect or suffer the punishment.”
She trembled. “Dammit, I knew this was a mistake. I should never have come here. I knew I couldn’t trust you!”
“Tread carefully, Shelley,” Hastion warned. “The minister speaks the truth. You came to me in the night, while he was here. You made advances toward both of us.”
“I couldn’t have!” she said desperately. “I’m—God, this sounds like a cliché, but I’m just not that kind of girl.”
Cecine’s scowl deepened. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Shelley, but it’s too late for second thoughts. You made your mating bed last night and you will lie in it.”
“But I don’t remember!” she shouted at him.
“Then let me refresh your memory,” he said implacably. “Armitran, display audio and video footage of Shelley’s arrival at Ensign Hastion’s quarters last evening.”
Instantly a flare screen appeared in midair, showing a door.
Shelley sucked in an appalled breath. “You record us?”
“All corridors are under surveillance for security purposes. Private areas are exactly that—private. Now, observe. As I recall, Hastion hovered in the doorway for quite some time.”
Shelley saw herself walk up to the door in her robe and put her shaking hand over her mouth. Oh God, was it true?
The door opened, revealing a half-naked Hastion, and the situation went straight to hell. She threw herself at him, even after he tried to warn her off, and then made a beeline for the naked minister in the background, stripping on her way there. Jesus, she didn’t even ask before going down on a clearly surprised Cecine.
She couldn’t bear to watch another minute. Turning away, she said numbly, “I believe you. Turn it off.”
In an instant, he was at her side, folding her in his arms and forcing her face back toward the screen. “Not yet, my little animal. You will acknowledge what you agreed to.”
Shocked to be in such close contact with the naked male, she didn’t struggle. By the time he named her children his, tears were running down her hot cheeks, making the hard fingers holding her still slide against her skin.
Her children. She’d always had a feeling he wanted them and now he had them. What had she done?
“There is no more Bonham, Shelley. His name will not be spoken in my House again. Do you understand me?”
“Please!”
“Tell me you understand, Shelley.”
“I understand!”
“Your name is Shelley Nicole Emray. Say it.”
“My name is Shelley Nicole Emray and I want to be fucked, God dammit!”
Shelley closed her eyes as nausea roiled in her stomach. “Please turn it off,” she whispered brokenly.
When the screen dissolved, the minister let go of her and she slumped to her knees.
“Let us have no more of your craven denials,” he said sharply. Then he snatched his pants off the floor and stalked out of the room naked.
Hastion wasn’t sure how to feel about what he’d just witnessed, but the sight of Shelley’s pale, tear-streaked face, reddened where the minister’s fingers had clamped it, twisted his heart unbearably.
“Shelley, what happened?” he asked softly, wanting to go to her but unwilling to frighten her further.
Her blue eyes focused on him, full of such pain and misery he felt like weeping for her. She swallowed visibly. “Hastion,” she whispered. “I really don’t feel good.”
Then she doubled over and vomited on the polished wood floor.
He was off the bed in an instant. “Oh, my poor Shelley…” Kneeling behind her, he twisted her hair into a messy knot at her nape and then supported her with a hand on her forehead and one across her convulsing stomach.
“Oh God,” she cried, “there’s no pad here. I’m so sorry.”
Then she vomited again.
“The floor is easily cleaned,” he said, kissing her cool, clammy shoulder. “I’m more concerned about you.”
“If I die, will you take the twins home to my parents?” she asked weakly.
“You’re not going to die, silly Terran girl.” The very idea chilled him to the marrow. “The minister wouldn’t allow it.”
“It feels like I have some kind of King Kong flu. My head is killing me. My whole body is killing me.”
“Do you think you’re finished?”
When she nodded, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the corridor to her room, sending a cerecom request to clean his as he walked. She didn’t protest when he took her into the bathroom, unwrapped the blanket and set her under the shower’s warm spray. She didn’t protest when he joined her and washed her water-darkened mass of curls. And she didn’t protest when he soaped her body.
She did cringe a bit when he knelt to clean thoroughly between her legs, but he ignored it.
“This is surreal,” she murmured, bracing her hand on his shoulder.
“What is?” he asked absently. Sitting back on his haunches, he picked up one of her feet and scrubbed it gently between his palms.
“All of it. I can’t believe…any of it.”
He looked up at her. “Shelley…”
She wiped a bead of water off his cheek. “Yes?”
“Last night you said that you loved me.”
For a moment she looked uncertain, but then she gave him a chagrined smile. “I did, huh?”
“You did. Was it the illness talking?”
She was silent for a long, taut moment. “Actually,” she finally said, “this whole situation reminds me of when Shauss used that corai stuff to question me, only this time I can’t remember blurting out every humiliating truth I never wanted anyone to know.”
“Truth?”
Shelley nodded. “Truth. It’s…hard to admit it, but last night was probably all my most twisted fantasies come true. I can’t believe I don’t even remember it.”
Relief washed over him. “Not all of them,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a grin. “There’s a reason the minister calls you szistaan…little animal.”
After a brief pause, she said, “I don’t even want to know. Really. I’ve had enough shocks for one day.”
“Maybe just one more?”
“Oh God, what?”
“You told the minister you loved him too.”
She sighed. “Of course I did.”
“More truth?”
“I don’t know. It might have been true last night, in the heat of…whatever it was,” she said, her eyes shadowed, “but today he scares me.”
Hastion wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to be afraid of, but he wasn’t absolutely certain that was true. The minister had reacted to her with unexpected harshness this morning. “He can be a bit intimidating.”
She gave a dry laugh, leaning her head back against the shower wall. “Just a bit, huh?”
“Are you feeling better?” he asked, rising and quickly soaping himself from head to groin.
Her ey
es followed his hands avidly. “The nausea’s gone but I still feel like I got beat up for my lunch money. Do you guys keep aspirin around, or something else for aches and pains?”
“Perhaps Ketrok should examine you.”
“Could I see Monica instead?” she asked.
“Of course. I should have thought of that.”
After he rinsed himself, he picked her up.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said self-consciously.
“I’m your mate,” he said. “I enjoy caring for you.”
“Oh, Hastion,” she sighed, laying her head on his chest. “If I didn’t have puke breath, I’d kiss you.”
He grinned as he set her down and reached for a towel. “What is it your people say? I’ll take a rain check?”
While he dried her off, she said, “My own husband never did anything like this for me.”
“Don’t say any part of his name,” he reminded her quickly. “If the minister asked, I would have to tell him the truth and I don’t wish to see you spanked again.”
“He spanked me?” she demanded with wide eyes.
“He spanked you and then bit your bottom to mark you his. You truly don’t remember, do you?”
“Hell no, I don’t remember! He bit me too?”
Hastion nodded. Knowing the mirror over the sink was too high for her to see the mark, he said, “Armitran, full-length flare reflection.”
The flare appeared beside them instantly and she turned, twisting her torso and craning her neck to see the circle of teeth marks, which was barely visible now. “Wow. And he called me an animal? What, exactly, did I do to earn this?”
“You said, ‘Mark was almost as’—” Hastion paused as his heart thumped. “Peserin’s hell, I just said his name.”
“You mean you can’t say it either?”
“His exact words were, ‘His name will not be spoken in my house again.’”
She grinned. “So does that mean you’ll get a spanking too?”
“I should be so fortunate,” he muttered without thinking.
The grin faded. “Oh, Hastion…”
He knelt to pat her legs and feet with the towel, a flush burning his ears. Apparently he could keep nothing from her.
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