Page 23 of The Arabis Triad

His hand dipped over her abdomen to cover the part of her that throbbed. If he didn’t touch her there, she was going to combust. As if sensing her sweet ache, he used a finger to part through her slick seam straight into her core.

A groan was ripped from her at the satisfying invasion. He withdrew to the tip and then plunged back inside. His thumb brushed her clit, lightly circling the sensitive nub before pressing down. Her hips bucked, sliding against his hand to increase the penetration.

“Kiss me, Ashir,” she said, breathless. “I need you to kiss me.”

He suckled her breast deeply before letting go and moving so that she could lie on her back. She parted her legs and wrapped her arms about his shoulders as he bent to kiss her. His tongue plunged into her mouth in sync with his finger. He adjusted his grip and slowly inserted two fingers into her. A tremor ran through her body, and a deeper ache grew in the pit of her stomach.

The look on his face was intense. She was intrigued by the way his horns formed from his temples. She reached up and traced the length of his horn from skin to tip. It was hard, yet velvety soft. It was also hot and throbbed under her fingers. A deep shudder worked through his body. She gasped and retracted her hand. His pupils expanded, bleeding all the color to black.

“It’s sensitive,” she said. Clearly their horns were not like any horns on the animals back on Earth.

“They are very sensitive. Like touching my cock,” Ashir said.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

Ashir chuckled. “You can touch me there whenever you please. I welcome your touch and am honored by it, but right now it is me who wants to pleasure you.”

He continued to slide his fingers through her cleft, grinding the heel of his hand onto her slit.

She heedlessly rubbed herself against his hand. Sweet pressure built, but it wasn’t enough. A nerve deep inside lit with dark need and couldn’t be quenched with mere mouth and fingers. She needed…

“More.” The word was torn out of her on a ragged groan.

Ashir removed his fingers and rolled over her, settling between her thighs. She tilted her hips, wanting him right where she ached the most, but he adjusted himself so that he couldn’t penetrate her.

“Ashir. Please!”

“No, my mate. You are not ready for this. I know your body hurts, but I also know you need more time with us. It will be my pleasure to sate you. Now relax and give me the honor of tending to your needs.”

That deep, gravelly voice whispering in her ear brought her closer to the brink. He settled more fully between her thighs. He tilted his hips and the thick length of his hard cock slid through her wet folds.

She threw her head back and gasped as it rubbed so deliciously against her clit. He withdrew and then thrust again, sliding through her, ramming his groin against her. Her toes curled and her legs fell apart as deep sensations spiraled up from nowhere and roared through her. She tensed, riding out the glorious waves. Ashir thrust again and again, faster, riding out her orgasm, and when she began to relax down from its heights, he arched, grinding against her. His body tensed and he groaned into her ear. His cock throbbed in his own release. Liquid heat spread over her belly between them.

He sagged over her, while still taking the weight of his torso on his elbows, catching her in a slow, languid kiss that sent aftershocks through her body.

He broke the kiss, his face inches from hers. “Thank you, my mate. That was perfect.”

She pretty much thought it was perfect as well. The only thing that would make it even more perfect was if he’d actually penetrated her. And then Coltan. And then Paxt.

A frown formed on her brow. Where had that thought come from? One lukewarm boyfriend was all she’d needed before. She’d never been one to experience this type of attraction, this all-consuming need that was a living thing.

Maybe she was just psychologically scarred and this was one way her mind was coping with everything. It wasn’t so bad, three men who fell over themselves to ‘sate’ and ‘satisfy’ her. It was the kind of stuff fantasies were made of. And right about now, she could do with all the ‘sating’ and ‘satisfying’ anyone would give her.

“I came to see if our mate needs food only to find she now needs to be cleaned up,” someone said from nearby.

Evelyn’s eyes snapped open.

Coltan lounged against the doorframe, hands crossed over his massive, chiseled chest, regarding her with humor in his eyes and a curve on his lips. “What am I going to do with you now, mate?”

Chapter Ten

Evelyn

Evelyn’s brain short-circuited. She hadn’t even looked to see if a door was open and someone might see what she was doing. She’d had sex without even considering her privacy. She never did that. Yet she’d been so entirely swept away, so deliciously consumed in what Ashir was doing, the world had faded away. She was so surprised that Coltan had snuck up on her that it caused her post-orgasmic brain to stutter without actually clinging to any thought.

Coltan approached the bed, his large body looming over the both of them. Ashir gave her a lingering kiss before standing, leaving her naked body on full view with the remains of his ‘satisfaction’ evident on her belly.

She squeaked and went to cover herself with a blanket, but Coltan scooped her up before she could do anything. “You won’t need that in the shower.”

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