by Rachel Clark
While they waited for the medical assistant to arrive, the doctor catalogued Flynn’s injuries and explained the care she would require over the next several days. By the time he’d finished, both Kam and the doctor looked almost as pale as Flynn.
“She told me her mates did this,” the doctor said, shaking his head sadly. “Please tell me they will be punished. No woman should be treated like this.”
“They will be punished. Whether by the law or other means, but I promise you they will not get the opportunity to do this to anyone again.” The doctor nodded, a grim smile on his face as he left the room.
Kam’s gaze fell back onto G’baena, and she felt his sadness swell in reaction to her own. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his body, and she knew he would willingly hold on to her forever if she needed.
“I almost didn’t come back. Goddess, what would’ve happened if I didn’t come back?” she whispered, trying to swallow the urge to sob.
“It doesn’t matter now. You did come back, that’s what counts.”
She glanced at the still form of her mother as she slept. G’darlee and G’deece sat in a large recliner together fighting sleep as exhaustion claimed them. Hopefully, the absence of fear would let the girls get some true rest. She was wondering how to make them more comfortable when Kam stuck his head out into the hallway and asked one of the servants to arrange bedding. Her heart squeezed at the compassion and caring he showed for her family.
Goddess, she loved this man.
* * * *
Finally, Devlin strode through the palace halls toward G’baena and Kam. He’d listened to the royal family talk back and forth for a while longer, but when talk had turned to more personal matters, he’d excused himself and asked the first servant he found to lead him to where G’baena’s mother was being treated.
After a dozen twists and turns, he finally entered the room where Kam held G’baena tightly. He closed the door and wrapped his arms around them both.
“Is she all right?” he asked quietly.
“The doctor suspects that she has at least one broken rib, maybe more, but won’t know for sure until he can get a portable scanner in here. Her bruising is extensive, and he has recommended that she not be moved for several days.”
Devlin nodded, anger pooling in his gut again. Hell, if G’baena’s fathers weren’t about to be executed for their involvement in the slave trade, Devlin would’ve found a way for them to pay for their actions against their wife. Shit, he could still smell the fear from the pathetic excuse for a man on his clothes.
“I need a shower,” he said as he stepped away.
“What happened with my fathers?” G’baena asked quickly.
“They both confessed. The kings have yet to set a time frame, but they will be executed soon.” He watched as grim satisfaction filled her expression. Considering the condition her mother was in, G’baena would probably be happy to throw the switch herself. Absently, he wondered what method they used for public executions and then decided it didn’t matter. He fully intended to have them all off the planet—her mother and sisters included—before that happened.
A servant entered the room and quietly waited for their attention.
“I have prepared the room next door to accommodate your needs. Will one room be sufficient, or shall I prepare another?”
“One room is fine, thank you.” For a fraction of a second, the woman looked startled, and Devlin couldn’t decide if it was because he would be sharing a room with two G’trobians or the fact that he’d actually thanked her for her consideration. Either way, Devlin wasn’t in the mood to worry about G’trobian customs anymore. He wanted a long shower, a warm bed, and then to hold G’baena and Kam while they slept.
The servant led them to an adjoining doorway, pointed out the cleansing tub full of a strange, clear, gel-like substance, and turned to leave. Kam stayed behind to speak quietly to a man who appeared to be a doctor before following them into the room and closing the door firmly.
G’baena looked a little panicked, but Kam was quick to reassure her. “The medical assistant assures me that Flynn will sleep through most of the night and promised to call if either of your sisters requires your assistance.”
“Is he trustworthy?” Devlin asked G’baena. Her empathic skills were spot on when it came to men. He’d seen her give a wide berth to a couple of the more dangerous pirates on the ship—men G’ntriel kept an empathic watch on just in case they decided to cause trouble—so he trusted G’baena’s assessment.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
He nodded and repeated his earlier wish. “I need a shower.”
“No showers on G’trobia, but we have an alternative I think you might enjoy,” Kam said as he stepped up behind Devlin, wrapped his arms around him, and began to unfasten the buckles of his guard’s “uniform.” Devlin’s heart began to race as G’baena kissed his chest and Kam slowly stripped him of his clothes. His cock grew with their every touch, and he clumsily fumbled open the fastenings of G’baena’s light dress and let the material slide down her body.
As was G’trobian tradition, she wore no underclothes, and his body tightened at the sight. She was truly beautiful. She knelt down to remove his boots, and his cock twitched as her long hair fell over her shoulder and caressed the hard tips of her breasts as she moved. Strong arms wrapped him from behind. Kam kissed the back of his neck and steadied him as G’baena pulled off his shoes.
When she was done, he turned in Kam’s arms and held the man tight, kissing him lightly as G’baena stepped into the tub filled with strange gel. She moaned her delight, and both men broke the kiss to turn her direction.
“I’ve missed this,” she said with a soft groan.
Devlin grabbed Kam, made short work of removing his clothes, and turned back to G’baena. She smiled sweetly as she lifted a hand and beckoned them both forward. Devlin dipped his hand into the strange fluid-like gel, surprised that it didn’t feel sticky. It looked almost like the lubricants they used to maintain some of the ship’s systems, but silkier and without the odor.
Cautiously, he stepped over the edge and immersed himself in the massive tub. It was easily big enough to hold a half dozen people, and he slid down so that all but his head was covered. Kam stepped in, urging Devlin forward so that he could sit behind and massage Devlin’s tight shoulders. G’baena moved closer and curled up beside him, pressing her soft breasts against his chest as she wriggled into his embrace. Devlin held her close and watched, fascinated, as the gel-like substance rippled a little, like water but in slow motion, so every move created a small wave but not an actual splash.
Strong fingers kneaded the tense muscles in his shoulders at the same time that a long, hard cock pressed against his lower back. There were so many things he wanted to explore with Kam, but it didn’t feel safe enough to explore them here. The royal family may overlook a Human/G’trobian relationship, but he had no idea where they stood on homosexual behavior and, quite frankly, had no wish to find out.
So far, the only thing he’d seen to ingratiate the planet to him was the fluid they now sat in. Every other experience had been unpleasant. Even the discussion with Ben and Trey’s fathers and brothers had been about how best to announce they were criminals and put a bounty on their heads. He didn’t look forward to explaining to Jordan that they were likely to blow the merchant freighter cover they’d worked so hard to create. It didn’t really bode well for some of the ship’s crew either—the families especially. Devlin didn’t even want to think of Jordan’s possible reaction if the rumor of Sarah’s pregnancy was true. Devlin would have to find a way to get them off the planet without endangering the pirate ship’s cover.
He turned in Kam’s arms and gasped as their cocks briefly bumped together. He wrapped his hand around the other man’s neck and pulled him closer for a searing kiss. “When we get home…” Devlin promised with a slow wink and then half swam, half wriggled so that G’baena lay pressed betwee
n them.
“Hello, beautiful,” Kam said as he lowered his head to kiss her. Devlin watched, his own excitement driving higher as the kiss became more possessive, more intense. “Oh, baby girl, I need those sweet lips.” Kam helped her to turn, and then she was kissing Devlin wildly, wriggling in his lap and inflaming all of his senses.
She gasped and tightened her arms around Devlin’s neck as Kam lifted her hips out of the fluid and drove his tongue between her ass cheeks. Her small breasts pressed against Devlin’s chest, and he lifted his hands to her nipples, squeezing and twisting the way he knew she liked.
“Ride him, Bae,” Kam instructed, as he pushed them both to the shelf at the edge of the tub. Devlin lifted out of the fluid and pulled G’baena over to straddle his knees. She lowered herself straight onto his cock, and he hissed with the unexpected pleasure. He grabbed her hips, lifting and lowering her gradually on his cock. She tried to force him to go faster, but he held her tight and slowly tortured them both.
She moaned as Kam did something to her, her vaginal walls seeming to flutter as Kam placed a hand on her spine and pushed her harder against Devlin’s chest. He groaned when he felt the other man’s cock slide against his own, separated only by a thin layer.
In and out, Kam’s cock caressed them both. Unable to move, Devlin held G’baena close as Kam rode them all to orgasm.
* * * *
G’baena could barely catch her breath. She’d been trained in double penetration, but the sensations had been nothing like this. She could feel Devlin’s heart pounding under her, Kam’s gentle bites on her neck, their cocks sliding together as Kam fucked her ass and Devlin held her immobile. She tried to wriggle. A slap stung her thigh. “Stay still,” Devlin ordered, a moment before Kam increased the pace, increased the angle, increased her need. She wound tighter, feeling everything, her muscles tensing, her throat aching as a scream forced its way through. Spiraling out of control, G’baena bit down on Devlin’s neck, her need for him, her need for Kam, overwhelming all else.
Devlin grunted with the pain, his cock surging deeper, his hand pushing her head harder against him. Kam pounded her ass, his hands shaking as his teeth found her neck and bit down hard. She screamed against Devlin’s neck as orgasm pounded through her, the hot, burning sensation searing every cell of her body. Finally, she melted, boneless against his strong frame, barely aware of the tears streaming down her face.
She felt incredible. At once both filled with energy and near exhaustion.
“Bite me,” she whispered to Devlin as she pulled his head to her shoulder. He opened his mouth, licking and kissing the smooth skin, but he didn’t bite down. Somehow, she found the energy to lift her head and look into his eyes. He smiled but shook his head.
Hurt beyond belief, she tried to wriggle out of their grasp. Kam had claimed her, marking her as his own in G’trobian tradition. Why wouldn’t Devlin? Devlin’s arms tightened around her, his hand pressing against her head so that she was completely trapped.
“Be still,” he growled. She stiffened in his grasp, unsure what his tone meant, and a little embarrassed that it excited her. “Be still,” he repeated more softly, his hand running gently over her scalp. “I’ll claim you when I can claim Kam, too.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in, but the guilt followed quickly. She’d claimed Devlin without giving a thought to how Kam might react if she didn’t immediately turn and claim him. The fact that he’d claimed her soon after was slightly tainted now because she didn’t know if he’d done it out of love or jealousy that she’d claimed Devlin first.
She turned her face into Devlin’s chest, aching with the need to take it back, to do it right, but he simply held her tight and rocked slightly. He leaned forward and kissed Kam over her shoulder a moment before Kam pulled his softening cock out of her ass and moved away.
She whimpered at the loss and tried to turn her head to see his face. Her empathic senses were all over the place, and she struggled to interpret what either of them was thinking.
“Stop worrying, Bae,” Devlin said as he ran soothing hands up and down her spine. “When we get home, we’ll finish what we started.” He lifted her into a sitting position, kissed her softly, and then asked, “Can I wash my hair in this stuff?”
She giggled softly, relieved for the moment by his reassurance, and set about washing his hair for him.
* * * *
“Flynn can’t be moved for at least another day,” Devlin said worriedly. “I’m all for blaming her husbands for her disappearance, but we need to get her off the planet before the news breaks about Ben and Trey.” Whoever had coined the ancient Earth phrase about the devil being in the details had been spot on.
The plan was simple. Ben and Trey were to be reported as criminals wanted for their involvement in the slave trade, they’d escape, G’baena’s fathers would be publicly executed for selling G’baena and blamed for their mate’s and daughter’s disappearances. But that’s where simple became problematic.
Flynn was still in serious pain. Any jolting movement could dislodge the broken ribs and puncture her lung, so moving her was going to be difficult, especially if they needed to go quickly. It didn’t help that they wouldn’t be able to leave through official channels with four G’trobian women in tow. Thanks to the law that forbade females to leave the planet, they would need a stealthy exit—quite difficult a task with a woman so badly injured. They also needed to escape the planet and rendezvous with the pirate ship somewhere far away so that suspicion would not fall onto Jordan and his crew. That meant acquiring a spaceworthy ship large enough to hold eight people with enough supplies for several weeks.
And to top it all off, G’darlee had caught the eye of Ben and Trey’s cousins and they were hinting at the possibility of Devlin leaving the girl in their care. Not fucking likely. Devlin felt a responsibility to protect his family, and G’darlee was a part of that now. He’d protect her from overindulged royalty as determinedly as he would protect her from anyone else. The child was too young for an official mating, and even though he felt he could trust Ben and Trey’s cousins, Devlin was not willing to leave G’darlee behind. Hopefully he would be able to work out a compromise.
The only good news was that Del’s tooth had been pulled and the contact with Keytark had gone smoothly. Without actually mentioning any specifics, Tee-ani had managed to reassure Devlin that Del was in good spirits and there was no trace of the poison in his system. She’d also asked him to make sure Ben and Trey were safe, and he got the impression she knew more than they’d been able to explain via the satellite comms. Considering that G’ntriel used her empathic skills to monitor them from the ship, chances were Tee-ani really did know more than Devlin.
Devlin rolled his head on his neck, trying to ease the tightness that had grown worse as the day lengthened. His protective instincts were screaming at him to gather them all in one room so that he knew where everyone he felt responsible for actually was.
Ben and Trey had left the meeting early, hoping to make contact with someone they’d known several cycles ago. Devlin suspected it was the same someone who helped them get off the planet that first time, but he knew better than to ask in front of Ben and Trey’s family. He had no desire to put their contact in royal sights if things went badly.
Decisions made and meeting finally adjourned, Devlin returned to their quarters to find Kam alone. Kam explained that G’baena was in the next room visiting with her mother and entertaining her younger sisters.
“You look like hell,” he said, as he embraced Devlin.
Devlin smiled but didn’t quite have the energy to laugh. “Thanks, mate.” He used the ancient colloquial term for friend, but one look at the love on Kam’s face, and he realized he’d meant it in the truest sense of the G’trobian translation.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against Kam’s. The kiss quickly morphed into a heated mating of mouths. Dev ripped Kam’s jumpsuit open, pushing the material off his shoulders a
nd down his legs. Kam hurriedly toed off his boots and then stood naked before him, his cock jutting proudly as he smiled shyly.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kam said quietly. He seemed more excited than nervous, but Devlin forced himself to slow down. Kam had to be ready. Hell, they were both new to this side of lovemaking, so they both needed to be ready.
One thing Devlin knew for absolute certainty was that he loved this man deeply and needed to make their emotional connection physical as well. To hell with this planet’s attitudes—he loved Kam and was loved in return. How the two of them chose to show that love was their business, no one else’s.
“Tub?” Kam asked in invitation. Devlin nodded in agreement. The fluid-like substance had proven to be a good natural lubricant as well as a cleanser, so there was less chance of hurting Kam if things got a little rough.
And things were about to get a little rough.
Devlin’s cock strained against the restrictions of his clothes, pulsing in beat with his heart, leaping excitedly when he thought of how he wouldn’t need to restrain his strength with Kam as he did with G’baena. The man was about to be fucked in the rawest sense of the word.
He watched as Kam lowered himself into the warm fluid, tiny, slow-motion ripples covering the surface as he moved. Devlin admired the sleek muscles and long limbs a moment longer before hurriedly stripping out of his own clothes and joining him.
He slid into the tub, wrapping a strong hand around the back of Kam’s neck and pulling him closer. He kissed him aggressively, demanding control, seeking Kam’s submission. Arousal surged through him as the man whimpered and opened his mouth, accepting his dominance, offering his surrender.