by Lynn Tyler
Varin dropped his hands to his sides, and both men turned to look at her. Their expressions were difficult to read, but she wasn’t about to back down. They both gave identical sighs when she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them. “Lira, just because there are very few women on Helan doesn’t mean we are celibate for our whole lives.” D’Arik touched Varin’s wrist lightly, and she saw the tremor run down the larger man’s frame. “Varin is much more than my head of security. He is my consort.”
Consort? What the fuck did that mean? He slept with the man, that much was obvious. “What exactly do you mean? What’s your relationship with him, and what is ours supposed to be?” She couldn’t help the heat that pooled in her pussy at the idea of having two men in bed with her. With her luck, though, they wouldn’t actually want her in their bed, and she would just be a symbol to the Helan people. She would have to watch these two beautiful men together with no way to join in.
Varin came close to her and smoothed her hair down, and she blushed with embarrassment. Her hair was probably in a rat’s nest of tangles, her dress was certainly ruined from having slept in it, she most likely had lines on her face from the linens, and she probably had dried drool on her cheek or something. Her eyes finally filled with tears. She knew no one, had been taken from her home, and was probably stuck in a loveless marriage. Add to that that she now had red eyes and a runny nose, and everything just came crashing down on her.
Her whole body shook with her sobs, and she wrapped her arms around her middle, as if she could hold off her mental breakdown by physically holding herself together. A strong pair of arms circled around her, and she stiffened until the deep voice began murmuring in her ear. Even though the device in her brain translated the words for her, she was far too upset to actually understand what he was saying. All she knew was that the warm, hard body smelled nice, like leather and limes, and the low voice was soothing.
She lost the battle to remain angry when a second pair of arms wound around her from behind and another voice joined the first. She relaxed completely, so tired of trying to keep everything in. She cried until she had no tears left, and her cheek stuck to the bare chest it rested on. A pair of lips was dropping kisses on the top of her head when she finally began listening to the words the two men were murmuring. “Shh, lira. You’re already so precious to us. We would love you if you would just let us.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered about that. If they really wanted to love her, they would have given her a choice in this stupid mating. They would have been up front about their relationship instead of springing it on her like this. She pushed that little voice aside and let the two men’s comfort surround her. When she finally looked up, she realized her face had been pressed against Varin’s chest and that D’Arik was the one kissing the top of her head.
She unwrapped her arms from around her waist and knuckled her aching eyes. “I must look like hell.”
Varin chuckled but sobered when D’Arik poked him in the side, not very gently, either. “No, lira, you look fine.”
This time it was Jacy who laughed, although it came out more like a snort. “Your Majesty, if I look fine then you need your eyes tested.”
Varin laughed outright as D’Arik rolled his eyes. “Not you, too,” he muttered, glaring at Varin. “Would you do me a favor and just call me by my name?”
Shrugging, Jacy nodded. “All right, D’Arik. Better? Is there a shower in there?” She pointed to the bathroom, hoping beyond hope that they had a shower with running water. “Do you have running water on this thing?”
D’Arik looked affronted, clearly insulted by the way she had referred to his spaceship. “This thing is called a starship, and it is the best of our fleet. And yes, we have running water in the shower.”
Varin tipped up her head and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, smiling down at her with soft expression. “Be honest, liro,” he said to D’Arik, even though he didn’t take his eyes from hers. “Ours is the only cabin that has running water in the shower. There are advantages to being mated to the high king, lira.”
She sniffled and nodded. “I’m beginning to see that.”
D’Arik gave her a gentle shove toward the bathroom. “Go have your shower. We’ll talk when you’re done.”
She shut the door, leaving it open just a crack to let the steam out. Examining the taps, she decided operating the shower didn’t look too complicated and fiddled with the levers until the water was steaming hot, just the way she liked it. One boyfriend once told her that she liked it hot enough to boil lobsters. Stepping into the tiny shower stall, she let her head fall back. The water ran down her back, loosening muscles she hadn’t known were stiff. Thank god for small familiarities.
Chapter 10
D’Arik straightened his shoulders as he heard the water begin to run in the shower. He hadn’t been a very good mate to Varin in the past couple of months. He was not proud to admit that he’d been neglecting the man’s needs, both physically and mentally. They had stopped making love in lieu of quick fucks whenever their bodies’ needs became too pronounced. Now that they had another mate to attend to, he was going to stand up and be the male he used to be.
It pained his heart to see Varin so used to being pushed aside in favor of other duties that he didn’t even bother to reach for D’Arik. He just continued to strip, still talking about the state of the registry on Earth, totally ignoring the erection that was slapping against his lower belly. “Liro,” he whispered softly. “Make love to me.”
Varin turned around quickly and wrapped him in a warm embrace. He smashed their lips together and gripped a fistful of D’Arik’s hair, forcing his head back so he could nibble at the column of his throat. “Need you too much,” he muttered as he wrestled with D’Arik’s pants. “Don’t think I can go slowly, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
D’Arik’s cock stood at attention, filling with blood almost instantly. He let Varin push him to the bed as he pulled off his pants and let them fall on the floor. He felt Varin’s arousal through their mate bond, almost painful in its intensity. Tears burned at the back of his eyes as he fell onto the bed, and Varin pounced on him. Helans didn’t get this way unless their mates had neglected their needs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gasped into Varin’s hungry mouth.
Growling, Varin lifted his head and shoulders and held his weight on his forearms as he ground down against him, rubbing their dicks together. “You were so stressed, and I didn’t want to add to your burdens.”
D’Arik wound his arms around Varin’s neck and pulled him down so that Varin was stretched out fully over him. “You are never a burden, Varin. I’m sorry, liro. I should have paid more attention to you.”
Varin began humping his hips rapidly, his dick beginning to leak pre-cum steadily. Their cocks made a wet clicking sound as their sensitive glans rubbed together. D’Arik could feel the desperation for an orgasm in his consort. He reached down and slid his hand between Varin’s belly and cock, pressing down so that it rubbed more firmly against his own. He pushed his thumb against the very tip of Varin’s shaft and sank his teeth into his shoulder, just hard enough to add the bite of pain that never failed to drive Varin over the edge.
He heard Varin’s cry of pleasure a split second before warm spurts of seed began pulsing from Varin’s dick.
By this time, D’Arik was beside himself, aching with the need to come himself. He flipped Varin over and pushed his legs back so that his knees were close to his chest. He rimmed Varin’s fluttering hole lightly with one finger, pushing on it gently. He never really topped, always preferring to feel Varin inside him, as close to him as possible, but he’d let the need get too bad, and Varin’s painful arousal wouldn’t be sated unless D’Arik took his mate anally. “Is this all right?” he whispered. If it wasn’t, D’Arik would spend the rest of the night making sure that Varin got the satisfaction he needed.
Groaning, Varin pushed down on D’Arik’s finger until the tip p
opped through. “Oh, yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me!”
“No,” D’Arik said, withdrawing his hand and coating his fingers with Varin’s creamy cum. “I’m going to make love with you, the way mates are supposed to.”
Slipping his finger back inside Varin, he waited until his consort’s dick began to leak again. He pushed his finger in and out, glorying in Varin’s small moans and half-formed love words.
Inserting a second finger, he scissored them apart, stretching Varin carefully. Varin was beyond sense by now, fucking himself of D’Arik’s fingers frantically. He added a third finger, avoiding that spot that would force Varin into an orgasm because, damn it, he wanted to be in Varin when the man came again.
Judging him to be adequately stretched, D’Arik removed his fingers, scooped up a palm full of his mate’s semen, and coated his aching dick. Lining himself up with Varin’s ass, he sank slowly into his mate, stopping halfway when Varin grunted and his walls closed in on him firmly. “Slowly, liro,” he murmured as Varin began to bear down on him. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken you, and I want this to feel good for you.” He tugged on one of Varin’s braids playfully even though it just about killed him to hold still.
Varin’s eyes flicked toward the bathroom and widened a little. “We have an audience,” he whispered, then groaned when D’Arik’s dick pulsed with the knowledge. “Please, D’Arik…I’m ready. I’m begging you, liro, fuck me.”
He grabbed Varin’s hips and adjusted the angle, immediately sliding in until his balls brushed Varin’s. Gods, the man was tight. And hot. And the fact that he had used cum as a lube was driving D’Arik mad with lust. He pulled back until just the head of his dick remained inside Varin, pausing for a second before pushing back in, torturously slow. He continued to make love to Varin with long, smooth strokes, making sure to peg his prostate on every downward thrust. “You never need to beg. I’m so sorry you thought you had to.”
Varin’s cock was jerking with every thrust, and it was too good a sight to pass up. He grabbed Varin’s dick and began to stroke him off in time to his thrusts, circling his thumb around the angry red head and teasing the bundle of nerves at the base of the helmet where it connected with the shaft.
A soft gasp sounded from the bathroom door, and it was all D’Arik could do to stop himself from looking over his shoulder at Jacy. He wasn’t exactly sure what Jacy could see, but it was certainly affecting her. Whether it was affecting her in a good way or a bad way, he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, he wanted her to know that both of them would welcome her into their bed with open arms. “Can you imagine Jacy in bed with us?” he said to Varin, making sure to be loud enough for Jacy to hear his words. “Oh, gods, Varin, just think about her sweet little mouth sucking you off right now? Can’t you feel her tongue tickling you right here?” He feathered his fingertip up Varin’s cock from root to tip.
Varin gave a wordless shout of pleasure, and D’Arik pounded home one last time. The feeling of Varin’s muscles contracting around him was too much, too intense, and D’Arik followed him over the edge, bathing his mate’s hot tunnel with his own spurts of cum.
He guided Varin’s legs down and collapsed onto his forearms, his hair screening them from view. Varin’s dick was still hard, despite two orgasms, and D’Arik was in a similar condition. He wondered about that. While they both had amazing stamina, coming that hard usually wore them out, leaving them drowsing in each other’s arms, not hard as nails and ready to go again.
Varin obviously felt his confusion through their bond. “I think her pheromones have forced a bond far earlier than what is normal for Helans. I’m pretty sure that we won’t be satisfied until she joins us.”
That actually made sense. Perhaps it was a reaction to the fact that she was human and they were Helan. Or perhaps it was just that she was a female. Unfortunately, all his parents were dead. He didn’t even personally know any of the women on their planet, at least not well enough to ask such a personal question. He made a mental note to ask the doctor and the science officer to look into the phenomena as he leaned down and brushed his lips against Varin’s sweaty brow. “You up for another round?”
“Gods, it just might kill me, but yes, I can’t think for the pounding in my cock.” Varin pulled his hips back slightly, and D’Arik mourned the loss of the heat around his dick. Only the hand gently stroking down his spine lessened the sting.
Obeying his consort’s gentle shove, D’Arik moved off Varin and flopped onto his back. His dick stuck straight up in the air, not even close to relaxing. He looked over toward the bathroom and smirked at Jacy, who was standing slack-jawed in the doorway. “Care to join us, lira?”
Lord have mercy, what a beautiful sight. The two men were lost in their pleasure.
Jacy wondered if they would mind if she just slid her hand down her stomach and brought herself off while she watched them.
Just then, D’Arik rolled off his consort and flopped onto his back. His dick was still hard and sticking straight up, as was Varin’s. Jacy wondered if her eyes were about to fall out, and she felt her jaw drop. They had both come, she was sure of that. But they both seemed ready and raring to go. “Care to join us, lira?” D’Arik asked with a leer. On anyone else, that look would have earned him a slap across the face. On D’Arik, it looked sort of cute. And really, who was she to decline such an invitation. They were her greatest fantasy come to life, and, even better, she had every right to go right over there and climb up on the bed with them. A little voice in the back of her mind chided her for contemplating their offer, but she pushed it down. She was stuck with them now, so she may as well make the best of it.
She forced herself to walk those few steps to the bed rather than flinging herself at them. D’Arik, it seemed, wanted nothing to do with restraint and grabbed her wrist as soon as she was in reach, hauling her up on the bed and right over his body, rolling her until she laid snugly between the two men.
Immediately, her body heated even more, pushing her lust to even higher heights. She began to panic, the feeling was so strong. What the hell was wrong with her? This couldn’t be normal. She closed her eyes and began panting, concentrating on sucking oxygen into her hyperventilating lungs. “Open your eyes, lira.”
The tone was so authoritative and so commanding that she had no choice but to obey. Varin leaned over her, his long black hair falling over one shoulder. She looked into his chocolate-brown eyes and saw both concern and reassurance. “Shh, Jacy. We bond with our mates physically and mentally. You’re experiencing both of our arousals on top of your own. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
That should have panicked her even more, the thought of someone in her head, but she was so relieved she wasn’t going crazy and that nothing was wrong with her that she gave in and wrapped her arms around Varin’s neck. She kissed him as if she would die without him, and that was how she really felt.
Relieved when he kissed her back, she pushed her butt back into D’Arik’s pelvis, where his hard length pressed into her from behind. His dick slipped between her legs and slid against her wet folds, the flared ridge of his head rubbing over her clit with every pass. She whimpered and squirmed, desperate for something more. She was at the point where she really didn’t know what she needed. All she knew was that her lust was burning so high, it almost hurt. Even the feeling of D’Arik’s cock slipping into her from behind did nothing to soothe her.
Varin pulled his mouth away from hers and panted against her temple. “It’s okay, lira,” he whispered. “We know what you need.”
He slithered off his side of the bed as D’Arik shuffled her closer to the edge of the bed. Every time D’Arik pushed her across the mattress, his hard dick hit her in just the right spot, and she started to wonder if it was possible to die from pleasure. And she hadn’t even come yet.
Lifting her leg, D’Arik brought it up and over his hip, still thrusting gently into her from behind. Varin pushed a couple of pillows under her head and knelt next to
her face, guiding his thick cock to her lips. He rubbed against her lips, wordlessly demanding entrance. She pursed her lips and suckled just the very tip of him. She may be out of her mind with lust, but he could damn well ask her politely for what he wanted.
“Open,” he ordered. He pushed harder at her mouth. Everything in her wanted to submit to his order, but she just couldn’t make herself do it. If there was anything she had learned living with her father, it was that if she submitted now, at the beginning, she would have to fight tooth and nail for any type of authority later. She pulled right off him and glared up at the man. His braids swung freely as he stared down at her, shock written clearly across his face. Evidently he was used to complete obedience.
D’Arik laughed and smoothed his hand along her hip until he came to the juncture at her thighs. He teased her clit with the tip of one finger as he spoke to Varin. “I think she’s waiting for a ‘please,’ liro.”
A wicked smile bloomed on Varin’s face. It was at once tender and seductive, and she almost gave in to his demand without a fight.
Almost.
Instead, she tilted her head back so that her mouth moved away from him, arching her neck and whimpering through her still-closed lips. She kept her eyes locked on Varin’s face and saw the exact moment the smug expression faded from his features. “Please.”
The word was spit out with a good amount of impatience. Jacy shivered, knowing that when she finally submitted to Varin’s dominance, he wouldn’t stop teasing her until she was screaming her release, and damn if it didn’t make her fly even higher. But that little voice in the back of her mind was screaming even louder that if she didn’t draw a line in the sand right now, if she didn’t demand some independence, she would spend the rest of her life regretting it.
She raised her eyebrow and stared at him, silently demanding he give her the respect she deserved. It was quite a hard thing to do, seeing as D’Arik’s cock was hitting her G-spot every time he thrust into her and his finger was grinding on just the right spot on her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she groaned. “I’m going to come.”