Page 21 of The Arabis Triad

Evelyn could scarcely process anything at the moment. She seemed to be floating on a sea of sexual arousal so potent she could barely form thoughts. One little word, that was all she needed to say, and she would reach the brink of what her body was searching for.

Yearning for.

All resolutions of ‘running the hell away before she got in too deep’ were out the window, with only the flick of a hot wet tongue and warm, sensitive hands.

All six of them.

She never thought she’d be a polygamist, or a polyandrist. If the truth be told—she was easy.

That was more painless to reconcile than maybe she was so desperate for physical attention, so starved for kindness, that just for once she wasn’t the super responsible person that bore the weight of the world on shoulders that barely stood up to the strain.

She had experienced something so horrific she would be scarred for life and she needed to feel something more than pain and injury to take her mind off it, the consequences be damned.

In the back if her mind, she knew she was being irresponsible, that she should be making a better decision, that she should say no, but when she opened her mouth to reply, the only word that came out instead was, “Yes.”

And then Paxt descended. His tongue stroked her all the way from her saturated entrance to her clit, where he kissed her like he would a mouth, before sucking on the bundle of highly-sensitive nerves at the apex of her slit.

At the same time, Coltan’s tongue swept into her mouth, and Ashir tugged a rock-hard nipple into his mouth. Her orgasm exploded from deep inside her, erupting from her clit, spiraling upwards through her body, and then blacking her vision and her mind.

She rode the glorious wave, every muscle rigid. The air caught in her lungs and she screamed into Coltan’s mouth.

Ashir broke suction on one breast to lave the other, his fingers unerringly fondling the nipple that had been in his mouth. Coltan nuzzled her ear, his tongue tracing the shell. Warm breath caressed the sensitive place at the nape of her neck. Her skin erupted in a cascade of goosebumps. Paxt twirled the tip of his tongue around her clit and thrust two fingers into her entrance.

She went rigid again, as another, stronger, longer orgasm rolled through her. Someone screamed, and a far-reaching corner of her mind knew it was her. Every cell in her body sang in ecstasy, as golden waves spiraled through her body. She was helpless but to lie there and let it take her away.

Slowly, she returned to her body, and then her mind.

Their hands still ran over her body, long soothing strokes that took the remaining tremors and sent them into the ether. She barely had enough energy to keep her eyes open.

Her limbs were boneless, her body sated, her mind untroubled. It was glorious. She was surrounded by a wall of hard muscle instead of cold metal fear.

She was warm.

She was safe.

How she understood that for sure, she couldn’t tell, and she was far too exhausted to even try to wrap her mind around the fact she knew they would never harm her.

“Sleep, Evelyn. We will be here to keep the nightmares way.” Paxt said.

As the warm blankness of sleep descended, a part of her, newly awakened to a sense she didn’t know she had, realized they told the truth.

* * *

Evelyn rose slowly through languid layers of sleep. She loved waking up like this, instead of the blaring of an alarm that spiked adrenaline in her blood and made her heart race.

Much better on the weekend, when she had two whole days in which to sleep as long as her body needed without the stress of instant action. At the moment, her bed was unusually comfortable. And warm. The doona must have plumped up into a big long lump that framed the length of her body.

Then a warm palm brushed her arm.

Someone was in the bed with her. She jolted.

“Shh, mate. You’re safe. I’m here with you.” A warm nose nuzzled the side of her neck from behind. A kiss was placed just beneath her ear.

Memories flooded back. Reptiles. Cages. Three hot aliens. The best sex she’d had in years—maybe ever.

A hand on her shoulder stopped her from bolting upright. Her senses returned in sharp reality. It wasn’t a doona behind her, but a very warm, very naked man with muscles from his toes to his head, a hard one in particular resting in the small of her back.

She peeked over her shoulder, clutching the blanket to her chest in a white-knuckled grip. Ashir offered her a shy smile as he came up onto his shoulder and peered down at her. His hand was still on her bare arm, radiating a heat she found confusingly soothing.

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