She didn’t say a word, but just nodded her agreement. Lian immediately let go of the sheet but kept his focus on her eyes. Since the pants were much lower on her body than the sheet he’d held only moments ago, he had to bend down toward her. The motion put their lips only a breath away from one another as his hands followed the curve of her hips, down the sides of her legs, until he found the waistband of her pants.
She held her breath as his thumbs grazed her bare flesh as he slipped the pants up over her hips in a sensual, slow movement.
With their lips still so close, he murmured, “Breathe, fara.”
He inhaled her feminine scent through his nose. She smelled so good. Her aroma sent a pang of lust straight to his cock, making it even harder. She closed her eyes and leaned into him—just the barest of movements—and placed her lips on his. He stiffened slightly with her gesture, but then relaxed.
Her kiss was sweet and innocent at first, but gained in intensity. She was obviously just as aroused as he was. She slid her tongue past his lips and he greedily accepted her invitation. When she moaned at the kiss, Lian began caressing her semi-bare back. He could tell her need for him was intensifying, as she raised her arms to throw them over his shoulders and around his neck. Unfortunately, she must have forgotten about the swelling in her hands and neck, as she hissed at the motion.
Lyon ran into the room as Lian stopped kissing her and started checking her neck.
“What’s wrong?” Lyon shouted.
“I’m fine,” Sloane protested as they both came together to care for her.
“It’s my fault, brother,” Lian said, embarrassment coating his voice.
Sloane slid down onto the bed as Lyon got into his space. Lyon growled and shoved him, which prompted Sloane to intervene. “Both of you, stop! I’m just a little sore from the swelling.”
Ignoring her, Lyon gave Lian another little shove. “What happened? Why weren’t you caring for her?”
Lian shoved his brother back. “I was caring for her. I was able to get more suitable clothes on her, when she kissed me.”
Lyon’s eyes went wide. “She kissed you?”
“Yes, and when she decided to put her arms around my neck, that’s when she hurt herself.”
Lyon, still perplexed, asked, “But she kissed you?” To emphasize his question, he pointed to Sloane first, then Lian.
Lian smiled. “Yes, brother, she kissed me.”
Chapter 8
If the floor could open and swallow her whole, she’d welcome her death over Lian and Lyon’s smirks. Trying to divert the conversation, she blurted, “You have an ointment I need to put on my skin?”
Lyon stepped to the other side of the bed Sloane was lying on and sat down beside her. He waggled a jar in front of her. “Yes, it’s what I went to get.”
“I thought you were mad at me?”
Lyon sighed. “Frustrated? Yes. Mad? No. I knew the two of us trying to convince you to let us help, when you’re not ready to accept our assistance, wasn’t getting us anywhere. We’ve never been so scared in all our lives. Thank the Goddess you didn’t ingest any.”
Sloane caught Lyon’s eye. “I want to apologize for—”
“Don’t,” he said with conviction.
“But—”
“Don’t,” Lyon said again, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Let’s get the ointment on your affected areas.”
She slowly nodded, then was perplexed. “Why can’t the healing unit take care of my skin?”
A look passed between the men that she didn’t understand. Lian finally said, “This unit isn’t equipped to handle blistering.”
Although she thought it was odd, she went along with what they told her. She started to relax as the men gently applied the ointment onto her hands, forearms, and neck. Once they were finished, they started wrapping the exposed areas with loose bandage wraps, starting with her hands and then moving to her neck.
When they were almost done wrapping her neck, she placed a chaste peck on Lyon’s cheek, then Lian’s. She whispered, “Thank you,” to each of them.
They both sat there smiling at her for the longest moment, when Lyon finally announced, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Huh?”
They made quick work of finishing the dressing, then covered her body with another sheet.
“What’s the surprise?” Sloane asked.
Lyon went to the door and stood back as he opened it. There in the opening was a tentative Coyak. She looked up to Lyon and mouthed “thank you,” to him.
“Fara?” Coyak asked.
“Yes, sweetheart. Come in. I’m so glad you came to see me.”
Coyak eyed Lyon, then stuck his chin out, trying to muster the courage to walk past the sentinel. Once he was past Lyon, he hurried to the end of the bed and sat on the corner. “Are you all right, fara?”
She smiled at the sweet little boy. “Yes. Lian and Lyon helped fix me. I’ll be better in no time. I have an allergy to a spice on Earth called cinnamon. Arenians must have something similar to it.”
Lian interjected, “It’s called peeta.” He looked at Coyak. “The good news is, it’s only used for one confection we make on special occasions.”
“You’re right, brother. Coyak? If it’s alright with you, Lyon and I are going to unpack our things while you help keep her company.”
Pride showed through his smile and the boy nodded with happiness.
Sloane was so enthralled in the conversation with Coyak, she didn’t notice that more than two hours had passed and the men had finished putting away all their things, including hers. He told her about Arenia and she told him about Earth. They laughed and carried on until Lian finally cleared his throat. “Little one, we need to change fara’s bandages and she’ll need her rest.”
Coyak nodded, then his eyes darted to the floor in shyness. “Bye, fara.”
“Bye, Coyak. Thank you for keeping me company.”
Lyon walked the boy out and returned a short time later. “Coyak is going to have our dinner brought up. While they’re preparing it, we’ll apply more ointment to your affected areas. You should be feeling some relief by now.”
She hadn’t noticed how her hands didn’t ache as much. “Now that you say it, I’m feeling better.”
Lian and Lyon slowly unwrapped the dressings, and to her surprise, most of the blisters had vanished and the swelling had considerably diminished. Sloane flexed her fingers, amazed at the dexterity in them in such a short time. The men massaged more ointment onto her skin and again bandaged her. When they finished dressing her wounds, they covered her with a sheet.
Just as the men finished getting her settled, there was a knock at the door. Lyon opened it and Moloky came in with two other boys, each carrying a tray of food. Moloky’s eyes focused everywhere except on her. Each one of the boys placed the trays on the end of each of their beds and went to leave when Lyon spoke, “Moloky? May we speak with you?”
Moloky froze in place as the other two children filtered out. Closing the door behind them, Lian asked him to face Lyon and Sloane. He turned around, but looked at the floor. Lyon came over and clapped him on the shoulder. “This was not your fault. Just as we didn’t know, there was no way for you to know peeta would affect her in such a way.”
Moloky’s voice barely carried as he said, “If I wasn’t trying to impress her with my skills as a chef, then this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Oh, my goodness, Moloky. Is that what you think? This is not your fault, and I wanted to thank you for letting us into your space and teaching us how to cook. If you hadn’t, I would have eaten the cake and God forbid, might be dead right now.”
“Lyon and I want to thank you as well. This could have been so much worse.”
Lyon looked to Sloane. “What you don’t understand is that the specific confection Moloky was attempting is extremely difficult to make. Some chefs never acquire the skills to master it. I won’t pretend to know how to make it, but it
can cook into a barely movable block, immediately fall when put into the oven, or spurt out of the middle like a volcano while baking. Our childhood chef was never able to make the confection.”
Sloane looked at Moloky in shock. “So, you’re not just talented, but exceptional.”
Moloky smiled and puffed his chest out in pride. “Thank you, fara.”
“I just feel bad that I’ll never be able to taste your beautiful creation.”
The teenager brightened. “I can make other things for you.”
“I’d like that very much, Moloky.” She gestured toward the trays of food. “Did you make this?”
“Some, but this is an average meal. I want to make you something extraordinary.”
With a warm smile on her face, she said, “I’ve no doubt you will.”
Lian finally interjected. “Thank you, Moloky, but Sloane will need to eat and get her rest if she’s going to heal.”
Moloky bowed. “Of course. Until tomorrow, fara.” With that, he bound from the room with a renewed step.
Chapter 9
Sloane made a motion to get the tray of food at the bottom of the bed, when Lyon placed his hand on her uninjured shoulder to stop her progress. She looked up to Lyon’s devilishly handsome smile, as she heard Lian snick the lock into place on the door.
She watched Lian grab a chair from the corner of the room and seat his brother next to her bedside, then repeat the process for himself on the other side of her bed. He then grabbed the tray of food from the bottom of the bed and placed it in her lap and rasped out. “We’ll feed you.”
A knot of incredulity formed in her throat. She swallowed once, then twice. The erotic thought of these two handsome, muscles gleaming, shirtless men wanting to feed her sent a jolt of lust straight to her pussy. “I-I . . . can do it.”
Lyon continued to smile at her like the Cheshire Cat. “We know you’re able to feed yourself, but it would bring Lian and I great satisfaction to feed you.”
Trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably, she replied, “Whatever floats your boat.”
They both chuckled, knowing how they were affecting her. Along with feeding themselves, they took turns feeding and giving drink to her. The entire dinner was a long, drawn out affair. It was almost foreplay, the way they licked their fingers free from food with reverence. Lyon attempted to feed her one of the last pieces of meekie fruit, when she pulled away. “I’m full.”
“Please, fara? Just one more.”
“Okay, but that’s it.”
Lyon nodded, then took the small piece of fruit and, instead of placing it in her mouth like he did with everything else, he rimmed her lips with it, making her tongue dart out to wipe at the juices left by the fruit. Lyon finally slipped the piece of fruit past her lips. His fingers swiped at some lingering juices, then he brought his fingers back to his mouth and sucked each digit clean. She didn’t have long to think of the sexy sight of Lyon sucking on his fingers, because Lian held a glass of sweet-smelling fluid close to her lips and whispered, “Drink.”
She knew the familiar drink. The Arenian drink was similar to a chamomile tea. It calmed the nerves and relaxed her. She’d had it numerous times since coming out of stasis. When Lian tipped the glass up to her lips, some of it overflowed onto her bra-clad breast. Without a thought, he came forward, and when she thought he was about to kiss her, he dipped his head and began licking the dribble of liquid off her bra.
Sloane threw her head back and moaned. “That feels so good.” Aside from their little interlude at Jessie’s wedding reception, it had been so long since she’d been touched by a man. These men wanted her. She was tired of doing everything for herself. Why couldn’t she have one night? One night to lose control and let someone else lead for once.
Lian left her breasts and Lyon trailed a piece of meekie fruit he’d commissioned off his plate, around her lips, down her chin, carefully missing her bandaged neck, then to the swells of her breasts. He then replaced the fruit with his mouth, licking the sticky sweetness off the trail he’d made. He made his way back up to her ear, nipping as he went, and whispered, “Let us please you, fara. Let us worship your body as it should be.”
The only thing that came out of her mouth was a whispered, “No.” Both men stopped what they were doing, and Lyon started to pull away. “I want to make both of you feel good. Take the bandages off my hands, please.”
Lyon looked to Lian for some type of acceptance. “Sloane, your hands are . . . I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You can both scent if I’m in pain. Do you smell any discomfort?”
“Of course not, but—”
“But nothing. You’ve cured my cancer, rehabilitated me, cared for me, and have given me pleasure. I haven’t even explored either of you. I want to touch you.” She hoped her pleading eyes were enough to convince them to relent.
After a long, pregnant pause, Lian nodded to Lyon. While Lian removed the tray from her lap, Lyon started taking the bandage off her right hand. Lian returned quickly and started on her left hand. As they worked diligently to remove her dressings, she couldn’t help noticing that they were both sporting huge erections, tenting their linen pants.
Lyon was the first to finish removing the dressing on her right hand. She looked at her hand to assess how tender it was. She was shocked that, although it was still a little pink, it was almost healed. She smiled up at Lyon when she heard Lian whisper, “There.” She looked over to see her left hand was also a little pink, but felt fine.
She ran her hand up Lian’s strong forearm to his bicep, then trailed it across his pecs, caressing reverently. She then turned her gaze to Lyon and followed the same path as she did with Lian, but instead of going to his chest, she rested her hand behind Lyon’s neck. She gently pulled him down to her lips. His kiss was gentle but deliberate, as his tongue darted out in search of hers. When she finally gave way to his demands to enter, it was pure bliss. She moaned her pleasure, as did he. “So sweet,” he whispered.
She didn’t know where it came from, but she said, “I want you.”
After realizing she only said it to Lyon, she stopped kissing him and looked at Lian with embarrassment. Lian sat there smiling at the two of them and rasped, “I know what you meant. The sight of you kissing my brother with such ferocity is so erotic.” She noticed a half-smile tug at his lips. “Will you give me the same attention?”
Sloane tucked half her lower lip in between her teeth, then trailed her already-extended hand down past his rigid stomach to his linen-covered cock. Her eyes were drawn to the magnificent erection in her hand and she stroked him several times. She looked up at Lian’s face to see his eyes closed in satisfaction. She didn’t recognize her own lust-filled voice when she said, “Take them off.”
Lian’s eyes shot open and he didn’t hesitate in taking his pants off, kicking them to the side. He stood there waiting for her directive. She couldn’t help but take his outstretched cock in hand. She slowly pumped his length several times until he sighed, “Molinka, that feels so good.”
As she continued caressing Lian’s length, she turned her sights back on Lyon. He was kissing every inch of her arm, but knew the second her attention was on him. As he looked at her and resumed kissing her mouth, he reached down and began massaging her clit through her sweatpants, eliciting a moan from her. She shamelessly parted her legs for him, giving him better access.
Her breathing hitched as Lyon continued stroking her through her pants. Lian hissed, “Finish her, brother. I won’t last much longer with her stroking me like this.”
Lyon knew exactly what buttons to push, because with Lian’s declaration, Lyon increased the pressure and speed of his fingers. There was no preamble to her impending orgasm. She just went off like a fire cracker. She couldn’t help but writhe on the bed from the ecstasy as Lyon captured her screams of pleasure with the kiss.
Instead of feeling languid from the Earth-shattering orgasm, she felt emboldened. She knew these men wan
ted her and she was more than willing to give in to her own baser needs.
Lian pulled away from her hand and moved her in a way so he could remove her bra and pants. She didn’t know when, but at some point, Lyon somehow managed to divest himself of his pants.
Both men stood gloriously naked on either side of her narrow bed, taking in the sight of her body on display for them. She winked at Lian and asked in a teasing voice, “Heads or tails?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Choose, heads or tails.”
Lian shrugged as he answered, “heads.”
She got up on all fours with her head level with Lian’s massive erection and her behind level with Lyon’s cock on the other side of the bed. She even swayed her hips from side to side, skimming Lyon’s thick member with her backside.
She looked up into Lian’s eyes with innocence before her lips latched onto his cock. She was sure his low roar of satisfaction could be heard in the hall, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Goddess! You’re magnificent. How could we be so lucky to find our sole mate?” Lian rasped.
She was too enthralled in passion to correct his mistake. This was one night, not forever. In the morning, things would go back to the way things were. She knew they had an Arenian female they were promised to. They had a destiny to fulfill that included children—something she couldn’t give them.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she noticed Lyon was frozen in place. His hands held her hips securely, preventing her from swaying back and forth. She knew from speaking with Jessie that Arenian females didn’t give their men blowjobs, and that’s exactly why Lyon was watching her intently. With an audible pop, she released Lian’s cock from her mouth and fully raised up on her knees. She pressed her bare back to Lyon’s bare front. He wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her, and started kissing her neck.
She plucked at her nipples and pouted. “Lyon, I ache. Please . . . don’t tease me.”
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