by Lynn Tyler
Varin reached around D’Arik’s legs and wrapped his fingers around her waist and pulled until she had no choice but to straddle D’Arik’s thighs. Her legs were wedged between her two men’s legs, and two sets of hands began petting her back. Helans didn’t seem to wear underwear, or at least neither Varin nor D’Arik did, and none had been provided for her, so her most intimate flesh was pressed directly against his leather-covered groin.
D’Arik’s cock was thick and hard between her legs, and a rush of wet heat pooled to moisten her folds. More. She needed more. The two men were her addiction, and her body responded instantly to their touch. The cock beneath her beckoned and she couldn’t help herself. She rocked against him, her swollen flesh rasping against the flared ridge of D’Arik’s dick with every pass.
“Perhaps there is a way to make our king destress a little.” Varin’s deep voice, rough with passion, sent a shiver down her spine. That voice meant something good was about to happen, something that would fill her with impossible pleasure.
“Oh, yeah?” D’Arik drawled as he thrust his hips up and increased the contact between them. “Well, Consort, what do you have in mind?”
“Mmm. How about a D’Arik sandwich?”
Oh, that was a great idea. Heat diffused through her entire body at the mere thought of what Varin was suggesting. D’Arik thought it was a pretty damn good idea, too, if the dick throbbing against her inner thigh was any indication.
There was only one problem…she was a little unsure of the logistics of the whole thing.
“Don’t worry, lira. I have it all worked out.” Damn, she was broadcasting her thoughts again. At least Varin was well aware of her one insecurity. Okay, she happened to have a few insecurities, but only one right this second.
A pair of hands was working at the corset back of her dress, and it drooped off her shoulders, leaving her breasts bare for D’Arik’s mouth. He licked and sucked at her vulnerable skin, leaving small love marks in his wake.
Varin was far from still. His hands had crept under the skirt of her dress. He stroked her naked ass softly, and she mewled with the pleasure of having both of her mates with her. He tugged her hips down until the damp folds of her pussy spread out over D’Arik’s leather-covered cock. His skin was hot, searing her even through the leather, and she wiggled around restlessly, desperate for more friction.
“I need you both,” she said on a moan. “Now.”
She was flipped onto her back before she could even blink. D’Arik stripped her, tossing the gown aside in his haste. A giggle rose in her throat when the dress hit Varin in the face before falling in a burgundy puddle of silk at his feet.
Instead of growling at them, Varin grinned and jerked his shirt over his head. His leather pants were next, and they somehow ended up slung over a tree branch.
D’Arik was mouthing the side of her neck, causing all sorts of delicious sensations, when Varin grabbed D’Arik’s shoulders and hauled him up. “You have too many clothes on, liro. Do you want to help me remedy that, Jacy?”
Oh, he better believe it. She would never pass up a chance to get her hands on either of their bodies.
She shot to her feet and seized the front of D’Arik’s shirt. “Have I told you lately how much I love your tailors?” she said, pressing her mouth to D’Arik’s. “All men’s shirts should be secured with a zipper. So much easier to deal with when in a hurry than buttons.”
D’Arik kissed the breath out of her while Varin worked on his pants. She purred when D’Arik’s heavy, hard cock pushed against her stomach, finally free of its leather prison. She rubbed against that lovely length, feeling the cream gathering in her pussy, readying her for D’Arik’s possession.
Varin urged them apart and pointed to the blanket. She was a little confused. What was she supposed to do?
D’Arik, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. He dropped down and sprawled out on his back, a wicked, sexy grin on his beautiful face. “Come here, lira, and ride your mate.”
Now, that was an idea she could totally get behind. She straddled his hips and rubbed her pussy against his shaft, shivering when the flared ridge of its crown brushed against her already-engorged clit repeatedly.
“Gods, Varin, she’s so damn wet. She’s fucking creaming for us, and it feels so damn good. Oh, Jacy, I can’t wait to slide into you.”
Varin chuckled and helped her lower herself onto D’Arik’s rigid dick. “She likes dirty talk, liro. Keep going.”
They had figured out her secret. “Yeah, Jacy. Feels good, doesn’t it? We’re going to make you come so hard.”
Of that she had no doubt. It was the idea of Varin sliding into her ass that made her pause.
D’Arik caught her chin with one hand and forced her gaze to meet his. “Stay with me, lira.”
Focus. Right. Needing to ground herself somehow, she leaned forward and kissed D’Arik with all she had. She lost herself in their kiss, rocking her hips just a little to savor the full feeling of D’Arik’s cock.
A slick finger circled her pucker, and she shivered again. Nerves that had never been stimulated before fired to life.
She whimpered, unsure if she should push back into the supremely intimate touch or pull away. Varin took away her choice when he anchored her hips against D’Arik’s pelvis with his free hand, his firm grip biting into her skin.
The bite of pain only served to push her higher, and she closed her teeth over D’Arik’s bottom lip in an effort to stifle her cries of pleasure.
A low growl caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to see D’Arik’s gaze glittering at her. She released his lip and laved it with her tongue. “Sorry,” she said on a gasp.
He growled again. “Let us hear you, lira. You make such sweet noises. Feed me those sexy little moans.”
Varin’s finger pressed firmly against her rosette, and this time there was no muffling her cry. “Varin.”
The broad hand left her hip and began stroking soothingly over her back. “Shh, Jacy. We’ll make you feel good. Promise.”
Right. Varin and D’Arik did this regularly, so he must know what he was doing.
And suddenly, the burning and stretching in her ass morphed into the most delicious pleasure she’d ever experienced.
“What?” she moaned. The sparks of pleasure caused her inner muscles to clamp down around D’Arik.
A pair of lips nibbled along the side of her neck. “It’s the lotion I used. You like?”
The finger in her ass retreated, and her body tried to follow it, causing D’Arik’s cock to slide out until just the very tip was inside her. No. If he slid out now, she would be completely empty, and that was unacceptable. She pushed back down again and filled herself with hot, hard, throbbing cock.
“Good girl,” Varin whispered. “We didn’t even have to tell you what to do. That deserves a reward, don’t you think, D’Arik?”
“Oh, yeah. And Varin gives great rewards.”
She hoped so. Whatever he had used to lube his fingers was driving her crazy. She needed something, preferably Varin’s hard dick to fill her.
The fingers were back, working to stretch her thoroughly, making her need all the more desperate. “Varin, I need you in me.”
“I am in you, lira.” The teasing tone of Varin’s voice told her he knew exactly what she meant and was purposely misunderstanding her words.
“Varin,” she whined. He was going to make her say it, she just knew it. And while she had no problem being with her men, they seemed to bring out a shy streak in her when they got raunchy with her.
A peal of wicked laughter had her looking over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes in what she hoped was a dangerous manner. Varin’s lips simply curved in an evil smile. Sure enough, he made her say it. “I’m not sure what you want. Tell me.”
A third finger had joined the first two, and Jacy was nearly out of her mind. Any thoughts of modesty, misplaced as they were with these two men, flew from her head.
She slamm
ed her hips down and ground into D’Arik’s prick. She was the queen, damn it, and she was about to get what she wanted. “Consort, give me what I want.”
The men froze, and she wondered if she’d gone too far.
D’Arik’s cock jerked in her, and the wet tip of Varin’s shaft nudged against her ass. “Far be it from me to deny my queen anything she wants.”
Varin eased into her, inch by slow inch, until his wrinkled sac brushed against the backs of her upper thighs. “Feel good, Your Majesty?”
The ability to force words from her mouth had disappeared the second Varin had begun sinking into her. The feeling of those two cocks, rubbing against each other through just a thin barrier of tissue, drove her out of his mind. The excitement and arousal she felt through her mating link with each of her men simply pushed her higher. She finally managed to speak, injecting just enough majesty into her tone. “Yes, Consort, this is exactly what I want.”
D’Arik and Varin moved in tandem, one pulling out while the other pushed farther in and then reversing in perfect harmony.
She attacked D’Arik’s mouth in a violent kiss and yanked Varin’s hand around so that he cupped her breast.
Holy Hannah, she was not going to last very long. Two throbbing cocks, two sets of stroking hands, and two pairs of wandering lips were going to be the end of her, but she would die with a smile on her face.
Varin shifted around, pulling her hips up a fraction. The new position caused her clit to come into direct contact with the nest of curls at the juncture of D’Arik’s thighs. The slight abrasion on the single most sensitive part of her body was the final shove she needed, and she hurtled straight into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.
Hot seed filled both her rear and her pussy and sent her into a fresh climax before the first had petered out.
She collapsed onto D’Arik’s heaving chest, causing Varin’s still-pulsing cock to slip out of her ass and draw a whimper from her. Varin crumpled next to them, rolling onto his side, and curled his arm around both her and D’Arik. “That was fucking awesome.”
Amazing. The translator in her head actually had a word for fuck. She began giggling, laughing even harder when D’Arik groaned and pulled out of her.
Varin sat up and stretched before reaching for the wine and glasses. How did he have the energy to even sit up, let alone move around? He took a swallow of the pink liquid, his Adam’s apple bobbing sexily.
He grinned, letting her know she was broadcasting her thoughts again. “Come on, lira. Sit up and have a drink. You, too, liro. We need to keep out strength up.” He helped Jacy into a sitting position and handed her a glass of wine.
She savored the sweet liquid as she watched D’Arik sit up and accept a glass of his own. He made a face with the first sip. “Did you bring any miri?”
Varin shook his head indulgently. “That stuff will rot your gut out,” he chided even as he pulled a bottle of the clear alcohol out.
D’Arik tossed the wine back in one swallow and refilled his glass with his drink of choice. “Come here, lira, let me hold you for a little while.”
There was nothing she wanted more at this particular moment. Her body was still humming from the aftermath of her first true ménage, and those warm, strong arms looked so inviting. She snuggled close, safe, and secure in her mate’s arms.
Not that she would ever admit she needed them. She was still smarting over the fact that they’d traded for her, and no matter how well it seemed to be working between the three of them, it would take a long time before she would open up completely to them.
A bright-red dima fruit nudged her lips, and she opened her mouth to accept the treat Varin was offering. Flavor burst in her mouth when she bit down on the fruit. The fruit was shaped much like an overly large strawberry, and its taste was reminiscent of the peaches she’d grown up with.
“Close your eyes, Jacy. We have a surprise for you.”
She eyed them suspiciously. The last time they tried to surprise her, she’d ended up with something that tasted like a lemon wedged in her mouth. The men had roared with laughter at her expression but assured her that it was indeed a delicacy on Helan. That was one delicacy she vowed never to try again.
The hopeful look on Varin’s face was too much to resist. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and prepared to be disgusted.
Something sweet and sensual melted on her tongue. Chocolate.
Her eyes popped open in surprise.
“D’Arik and I thought you might like something from Earth, so we had the men bring some back.”
A wave of homesickness washed over her. “Hey,” D’Arik whispered in her ear. “We didn’t want to make you feel sad.”
She smiled weakly and patted his hand. “I know.”
A quiet chime sounded from the ceiling, followed by the doctor’s voice. “Queen Jacy? You are past due for your checkup.”
Jacy sighed and rose to her feet. “I’ll be right along.”
Hopefully this time the doctor would have some good news.
Chapter 14
Varin steepled his fingers and concentrated fiercely on what Thantos was saying. It was frustrating, to say the least. They had finally found a species that was capable of carrying Helan children, and the females were refusing to cooperate. What had started out as a few women hiding in the mountains had turned into a full-scale rebellion.
Less than 25 percent of Earth’s females had shown up to sign the registry. And somehow, the missing females had disappeared altogether. “How the hell are they hiding from our sensors?” he demanded.
Kerek shifted in his seat, clearly agitated. “Our sensors are not able to penetrate the mountains, consort. I’m not sure if it’s the depth of the rock or the minerals. The science officers are working on calibrating the sensors to compensate, but it will take some time.”
D’Arik stood and began pacing the length of the meeting room. “That’s time that we don’t have, Kerek. I want teams on this at all times.”
Kerek nodded and turned back to his screen. Varin knew he was sending orders throughout the ship. The man was nothing if not efficient.
The tension in the room was thick, almost stifling. There were some decisions that needed to be made, and they weren’t pleasant ones. Varin could feel the apprehension running through D’Arik, and he nearly cringed at the sensation. It was as if he wasn’t even attempting to block his distress from their mate bond.
Varin repressed the urge to massage his temples. That would only be showcasing a weakness and, while on this ship no one would ever dare to act on that small show of vulnerability, he hadn’t made it to admiral by being weak.
Things had been going so well lately. The king had been sleeping better than he had in months, and he’d actually been eating decent meals. It helped that Jacy gave D’Arik the evil eye any time he tried to skip a meal. But the decisions that were now weighing on all of their minds had thrown D’Arik right back into the stress that he’d only just started pulling himself up out of.
D’Arik blew out a breath and paused in his pacing. “Part of the agreement was to provide resources and protection in exchange for the females’ cooperation. Since the terms have not been met, there is reason to withdraw our help. Opinions?”
Varin knew D’Arik loathed to even put the option of withdrawing from the agreement on the table. His sweet, caring D’Arik could not stomach the thought of the loss of even one life because they removed their technology. Unfortunately, something had to give, and if it came down to the humans or their own race, D’Arik would choose to save his own.
Jacy had been suspiciously quiet the whole time. It wasn’t a secret that she sympathized with the rebelling women. Varin had at least hoped that she would have come around to their line of thinking by now, but she had proved to be stubborn. He fully expected her to tell them her opinion, and he could tell by the look on her face that she was about to voice it. Three, two, one.
“Pulling the aide you’ve been providing won�
�t convince the women to sign your registry. They’re not benefiting from your aide right now. All it will do is show them that you all are nothing more than the barbarians they already think you are.”
Silence fell over the room. Crap, she was right. Pulling the aide would only alienate the male leaders of Earth, not convince the women to willingly mate with them. They needed another solution, and fast.
D’Arik walked over to Jacy’s chair and stroked her hair. “You’re right, my queen. The technology and the offer of protection remain as they are, thank the gods. But what else can we do?”
Ambassador Thantos tapped one finger against his chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps, if it pleases, Queen Jacy could officially endorse the registry? It may go a long way to reassuring the public that their females are safe with us.”
Varin sat up straighter. That might actually work. Assuming that the rebelling women had access to some kind of media, they could take over every television signal and radio wave on the planet a number of times per day and get their message out.
“No.”
Jacy’s one-word statement brought the growing excitement to a grinding halt. “Jacy,” he exclaimed, so surprised, Varin forgot all about protocol. “Why not? It’s a good plan.”
She set her jaw stubbornly and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Will you tell the truth about the nature of the relationships that are expected of the women?”
Kerek was shaking his head before Thantos even answered. “All of our research shows that humans are not approving of our type of relationship. Are you telling us that’s not true?”
Pushing her chair away from the table, she stood, arching a single imperious eyebrow at Kerek. She looked every inch the queen, and she took Varin’s breath away. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright. Gods, she was magnificent. Her breasts heaved in her temper, and all he could think about was stripping that ridiculous excuse for a dress over her head and latching on to her nipples. He bet if he sucked them long enough, she would come apart in his arms.