A Minx for Ryek & Holden : A Sci Fi Alien Romance (Tallean Mercenaries Book 5)

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by Lynnea Lee


  Maybe it was time to find out. Not knowing was killing her. She had spent so many years with Holden in limbo, and she didn’t want to be there anymore. As she polished off the rest of her amberberries, she moved her foot up Ryek’s thigh, resting it on his crotch. A deep rumble sounded from across the counter. But she ignored it, pretending to focus on her last berry.

  She picked the golden treat up between two dainty fingers, licked her lips, then slowly, deliberately wrapped her lips around the berry. Angie turned to face Holden, keeping her eyes focused on him, but pressed her foot a little harder against the front of Ryek’s pants. He hardened under her foot and her lips quirked up. In front of her, Holden growled as she took the juicy berry into her mouth. She hummed, licking her lips after she swallowed.

  She was over Holden’s shoulder in an instant, halfway into the bedroom, with Ryek following close behind.

  Ryek pushed their little female onto the bed on her knees. “You little minx, teasing us like that.” The words came out a feral growl.

  He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing—not this time. In front of her, Holden knelt and gripped her hard by her hair. He guided her so that her lips lined up with his cock.

  “Open,” Ryek ordered. “Engulf him like you did that berry.”

  Her gasp was muffled by the hard cock in her mouth, and Holden cursed. Ryek moved her head up and down a few times, establishing a rhythm before he stepped back to watch.

  “Arch your back and stick your ass up a little higher.”

  Angie did, and he stripped as he watched her, enjoying the curves of her body. Holden had replaced the fingers in her hair with his own. The sounds of enjoyment she made as Holden fucked her mouth were incredible. It made Ryek as hard as stone. The impact of each movement made her breasts swing and her ass move back and forth, just as it would do soon on his cock.

  Not yet. He remembered how she tasted and wanted to taste her cream first. She smelled divine, and he wanted her all over his face

  He gripped her hips to slow down the movement before diving in face first. She moaned, slowing, and Ryek paused, giving her ass a hard thwack. She whimpered, her lips still wrapped around Holden’s dick.

  “Did I say you can stop?”

  “Unh, unh.” The sound came out muffled, and Angie shook her head. She moved her mouth on Holden in long strokes again.

  “Ah, fuck!” Holden cursed at the ceiling.

  Ryek turned his attention back on her. He reached his arms around to play with her clit, and he delved his tongue into her pussy, lapping up her cream. She moved enthusiastically against his face. He pinched lightly at her clit, and Angie screamed against the cock in her mouth as her channel pulsed around his tongue.

  “You should see her face. Eyes rolled back, lips stretched around me.” Holden took a ragged breath. “Fuck. So beautiful.” He pulled her up to kneeling and kissed her passionately before pushing her back down to her hands and knees. “Open up, Trouble.”

  Ryek gripped his shaft, pumping it a few times before lining the thick head up with her slit. She wiggled her ass at him, the tease, and he spanked one cheek hard, admiring the red handprint he left there. Grasping her by the hips, he pushed his cock in, watching the mushroom head of his shaft pop into her. Her wiggling stilled, and she whimpered. He pushed in, inch by inch, as her body trembled in anticipation under him.

  He only gave her a second to get used to his size before he drew back and forced his way back in roughly. He pounded into her hard a few times, and she screamed, the sound muffled by the bar of hard flesh in her mouth. She scrambled forward, her hands clutching at Holden’s thighs. Despite her instinct to escape the intense sensations he gave her, her lust perfumed the air, and her juices left her slick and inviting.

  “Oh no, little minx. You don’t get to crawl away from me. Not after teasing me as you did at the table.” Ryek pulled her hips back aggressively to meet his.

  Holden changed positions, leaving her mouth with a loud, wet plop. He held her face down sideways onto the mattress with one big palm. The other one reached down to fondle her breasts.

  With Holden holding her in place, Ryek pummeled into her again, and her scream rang out loudly, unobstructed. The sound turned him on even more. She struggled and pushed back against his hip ineffectively with a tiny hand.

  “Too much,” she gasped. “To inten— “ Her words disappeared into more screaming as she came all over him.

  “Bullshit, you can handle me. You will take everything we give you.”

  But he gave her a few seconds of rest as Holden reached down to play with her clit. She was so wet and slick, and her muscles fluttered around him. She was sobbing now, and her body was limp in surrender. He moved again, a little slower, letting the pressure build.

  He took the hand still on his belly and moved it to Holden’s body. “Are you ignoring him?” He gave a loud swat on her ass.

  “No,” she whimpered.

  She pumped the stiff length in her hand as Holden moved in front of her mouth again. She opened instinctively and took him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down with each movement.

  “Good girl.” Holden held her by her hair, his face to the sky, eyes closed.

  Ryek hadn’t had a female in a long time, and Angie was such perfection, her reactions such a turn on, that he didn’t know how long he would last. He was already close. Clenching his jaws, he closed his eyes, trying to block out the visual stimulation. But her moaning and the scent of their sex was too much.

  The tension inside snapped and released as he grabbed her hips with both hands and rocked into her depths. He came with a snarl, filling her with his warm seed. He held still for a moment, unable to move.

  Then a loud roar sounded as Holden, too, found his release. A few more bobs of her head and Angie collapsed onto her side.

  They all piled onto the large bed, their limbs crisscrossed every which way but still comfortable, and they took a nap in a big, satisfied mess.

  Chapter 15

  Angie woke up sweaty and sandwiched between two live heaters. Too hot! She kicked the blanket off her body and welcomed the cooler air on her skin. This was one unexpected consequence. Holden was warm enough, and on some summer nights, they’d had to crank up the air conditioning. With both Holden and Ryek’s big bodies in the bed, blankets would be redundant.

  Ryek reached for his comm, and a moment later, cool air circulated down pleasantly on them from vents in the ceiling. As the temperature lowered, Angie sidled over closer to Ryek and snuggled into his embrace. He buried his face in her neck.

  “Ugh, I’m still sweaty,” she complained.

  “I don’t care.” He didn’t let her go.

  “I forgot to mention; she gets grumpy when hot.” A warm leg snaked over and entangled in her own.

  “Yes, I do. I also get grumpy when cold.” It was a struggle to regulate her temperature.

  “That’s not going to be a problem with both of us surrounding you every night.”

  Every night? Was that what they planned? It was nice to wake up with them both, and what had just happened was beyond amazing. It put every experience she and Holden had with threesomes to shame. Ryek was demanding but knew how much to take. He also gave back more than he took.

  And, unlike their previous experience with other males, Holden hadn’t kicked Ryek out afterward. However, that could be because they were in Ryek’s home.

  She turned to face Holden, trying to spot unhappiness or distress in his features. But he looked at her with a soft, contented, almost boyish smile, and she couldn’t help but reach up to cradle his face. Angie loved seeing him happy. Things between them had been a mess for so long that she’d missed this version of Holden.

  Unable to stop herself, she leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the mouth, something she hadn’t done in a while. They’d had fast, sometimes even violent, needy kisses that often lead to them fucking, and with her sneaking out of h
is home afterward. When she pulled away, his eyes were closed, and the look on his face was dreamy.

  When Holden opened his eyes, the familiar green orbs were glassy as if with unshed tears. He snuggled in close and draped an arm around her.

  “Are you happy, Holden?” She was sure that he was, but she needed to hear it from him.

  “More than I’ve been in a long time. I woke up, and you are still here.”

  She laughed. “Is that all it takes to make you happy?” Then to Ryek. “And you?”

  “I would have kicked you both out if I wasn’t.”

  Angie still wasn’t sure. “You two are friends, best friends, thick as thieves. I—” she hesitated, not wanting to potentially ruin the moment, “I don’t want to get between you.”

  “You got between us, alright, and it was magnificent. I think every single sentry in the building heard you screaming. I think we need to install some sound dampening walls.”

  Males! They were only thinking of sex. She kicked her foot hard at Holden’s thigh, but he was ready for her and caught her foot.

  “We haven’t even fucked her ass yet. We should soundproof the place before that. She’s so loud that the guards will think we are hurting her.”

  She turned and smacked Ryek in the belly with the back of her hand. Ouch! She nursed her hand; his abs were rock hard.

  “Oof, she’s abusive,” he joked. “You didn’t warn me about that either.”

  “Sometimes she fights just so that I will hold her down. She likes it. And sometimes when she says it’s too much, it means she needs more.” Then Holden smirked at her. “Isn’t that right, Trouble?”

  Angie blushed, thinking about how Ryek had used her. It had been so hot.

  “You better get used to this, Trouble, especially since we plan on continuing this every day and night until we are mated.” Then he looked at her thoughtfully. “I feel it, Angie.” He grabbed his chest over his heart. “Don’t worry about coming between Ryek and myself. It won’t happen.”

  “And I don’t mind a triad at all. My sires and my mother are ridiculously happy together.”

  Satisfied with their response, Angie relaxed back onto the mattress, enjoying the lazy morning. They lay there, the three of them in a mess of limbs and slow, serene breathing. It was perfect—for all of a few minutes. Then the heat of their bodies grew annoying.

  She wiggled away from Ryek, whose heat was roasting her from behind, but his hold on her was tight. In front of her, Holden also emanated his own warmth.

  “Too hot,” she complained, lazily at first.

  Two low grumbly laughs sounded, and both males latched onto her a little tighter, and suddenly the heat was unbearable.

  “Ugh!” She thrashed, trying to get away from both sources of her discomfort. Great! Now instead of just having Holden do this, she had two bullies to contend with. “Too hot! Too hot!” she screeched.

  They both laughed before planting loud smooches on her face.

  Packages of premade food arrived at his door, to Ryek’s surprise. They were labeled “Thanks for Fighting for Us – from the Kitchens of The Hideout and Last Stop Alley.”

  “The colonists didn’t want to hide in the pubs and not help the cause, so I suggested they cook food for those fighting and distribute it via the guards that you have patrolling through the different sections.” Angie beamed at him. “It gives them a purpose and makes them feel useful. No one likes to feel like an invalid. And I’m sure it will help everyone not to have to worry about food between each attack.”

  Ryek hadn’t even thought of that. His only goal had been to keep the more vulnerable citizen safe during the worst of the storm. He hadn’t considered their mental or emotional health.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For giving them a purpose.”

  She grinned as she took several lidded bowls of savory stew out from the package, the food still warm from the insulated bag.

  “One of the pregnant women at the Last Stop has a nursing degree from back on Earth. She never got to use her degree before the Dominion took her, but she could help the medics and doctors if they need an extra hand with the injured.”

  “I will let them know.”

  Angie’s tone turned serious. “She said there are more like her in the colony, doctors, and nurses that want to use their skills to help.”

  “See, Ryek. You need to delegate. You can’t take on all the responsibilities of Reka 5 on your own. The colony is getting bigger, and we have more talent here now.” Holden chose a warm bowl of stew and dug in. “There’s a group of human and Tallean programmers who have joined forces to build new, Earth-based scenes and missions for training simulators. They do it as a side project for fun after hours. But with a bit of investment from the colony, they might be able to break into the market big time. It could be Reka 5’s intellectual export. Amberberries and its wine are a great natural export and make us a decent profit. But this could be very profitable too.”

  Ryek had heard about the group and had meant to visit them. But he was always exhausted by the end of his day and kept putting it on the back burner. He barely dredged up enough energy to eat a meal with Holden at The Hideout before heading home to bed most days.

  “You do an exceptional job keeping us safe,” Holden continued. “But admit it, you are not the best candidate to grow our commerce and finance.”

  “I’m not. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.” It was true. Ryek was confused most of the time and was flying by the seat of his pants. “I barely have enough to pay some of our mercenary crews, and some of them are helping us on a reduced rate out of pity.”

  “No, not out of pity.” Angie paused from her food. “Out of friendship. The crew on the Defiant have friends and family who live here. Mia’s mother is still here too. I just spoke with Lettie recently, and Trenton is helping other humans. They are helping because they care.”

  They were right. The colony wasn’t so small anymore. It had grown so much, and it was too large for one male to organize. Besides, now that Angie was theirs, he planned on spending a lot more time on personal pursuits. Ryek planned on making his house a home with his new family.

  “When we are victorious, and the Dominion finally gets the hint and leaves, we will form a committee to help run the colony. But only on one condition: Holden, you must also take less work. Right now, you are not only acting head of security, organizing many of the teams, but you guard the new colonist area as well.”

  “I only take the guard position because Angie works there.”

  Ryek knew.

  Holden turned to Angie, who had given up eating politely with a spoon and was pouring the soup into her mouth. “But if I get to come home to your beautiful face,” Holden continued, “then I won’t need to try to sneak peeks at you throughout the day.”

  Angie looked awkward as if caught doing something wrong. “Am I still beautiful when I’m chugging soup like a barbarian?”

  “Yes, Trouble. You are.” And then quieter. “Working there also helped me know when you were heading over to the baths, intent on finding a replacement for me.”

  She reached across the table and gripped Holden’s hand. “If it makes you any happier. I never hit it off with anyone else. And, according to Ryek, he warned a few males off me, so I never really had a chance.” She smiled wryly at them both.

  “It’s true. I did. So, it’s agreed then. When this is all over, Holden and I will reshuffle the workload to have some more personal time. And we are going to spend that extra time together as a family.” He took the last sip from the jar of nuri leaf tea. “Move your stuff up here, Holden, and we will help Angie pack when this is over.”

  “Wait, I didn’t agree to move in!” she protested, her hand on her hips, a look of faked outrage on her face.

  “You don’t have a choice!” they said in unison.

  Tormenting their mate was so much more fun than
hunting dragus together. Now, they must make it through the next Dominion attack to officially start their lives together.

  Chapter 16

  Holden aimed the blaster at the retreating coward and sent another shot firing. The shot hit the trunk of the tree the soldier had ducked behind. Damn it! At this range, even the best marksman was shoddy at best, especially with energy weapons like blasters.

  As they had calculated, the Dominion troops attacked their colony simultaneously at several locations at midmorning the next day. Since the Dominion concentrated their attacks at what they perceived to be the weakest points at the perimeter, Ryek had sent out teams that were not defending their stretch of the fence to circle the enemy troops and execute a surprise pincer attack.

  The attack hadn’t lasted long. The Dominion had severely underestimated the colony. They had marched in full of bluster, but they hadn’t expected most of the colonists to be armed, organized, and ready to face them at the fences. He almost felt bad for the Dominion forces caught unaware.

  He pushed down the feelings of pity and compassion. The soldiers were here to take away their freedom, to re-enslave all their escaped property. Angie had been a slave and would be one again if they didn’t fight. That was unacceptable. Angie was theirs to protect, theirs to fight for. If anybody was to own her, it should be them.

  He pointed his blaster between the makeshift sandbag battlements and shot again. The energy discharge flew straight and sure, hitting his target on the back and dropping him to the ground. Around him, some of the colonists on his team were already cheering. He’d even had enough of a break from the initial violence to calm his bloodlust and had managed to retract his fangs.

  Most of the Dominion troops were retreating, scattered, or now dead, but it was too early to celebrate. At the start of the onslaught, the Dominion had punched through portions of their fence before the colonists drove them back. It was a common story throughout the colony, and that meant the biggest threats now were not enemy the troops, but the fear of dragus and coilbeast attacks.

 

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