Page 21 of Her Alien Mercenaries
“Blessed winds,” Torren breathed. “Truly?”
She nodded again.
“Then it’s time to take you upstairs and show you what it means to have two mates. I promise you will enjoy every second,” Torren said.
“Witnessed,” Zanyr said.
Every word, every action, almost sizzled with desire. Jenna quivered, her body reacting no longer entirely under her control. Lust burned in her veins. Her skin was on fire, and every part of her ached for her males.
“Witnessed,” she whispered.
“Good.” Torren raised her hand to his mouth, his lips tracing paths of pleasure across her flesh. “Now, blossom. Show us the way to your bedroom.”
9
For once,Zanyr was happy to follow someone else’s lead. Especially if that someone was his mate, and she was taking him to the bedroom. Though by this point, he’d happily take her on any available surface. He’d never been this eager, thishungry, for a female before.
The need for her had been with him from the moment he first caught her scent, but it was intensifying. How had the prince and his consort managed to give their mate the time she needed to accept them? Phaedra was the first human female ever to bond with one of their kind, and the rumors claimed she made them wait twodaysbefore accepting them.
He didn’t want to wait two more minutes, never mind two days.
The home she’d been assigned was based on one of the standard templates—machine-made, sturdy, and quick to build. They were typical Vardarian designs with open spaces that allowed the occupants to stretch their wings and even fly from place to place through the wide halls, broad doorways, and tall ceilings. Still, compared to their home out on the farm, it was relatively small.
The door to her bedroom was open, and the air still held traces of soap and steam from her recent shower. He let her go first and then grinned at hisanrikand tried to elbow him out of the way so he could go in next. Torren blocked him with one wing and stepped neatly around his outstretched foot to slip past him with the grace of a dancer.
“Nice try,”Torren sent.
Zanyr was too busy looking around the room to answer. Everything here was basic, functional, and probably had come with the house. A handful of photos sat in frames on top of a dresser, and the small treasures he and Torren had given her earlier took pride of place on an otherwise empty bedside table.
The bed was made up with simple, cream-colored sheets and a fluffy white coverlet. To his relief, he noted that the bed was also a standard Vardarian design and was made for more than one person. While it wasn’t one of the larger styles, it would accommodate them all.
“Uh, so, this is it. My bed. I mean my bedroom. The main bathroom is that way.” She pointed out the door and then gestured down the hall. “And the ensuite is there.”
The door to her private bathing area was open, allowing him a view of cream and white fixtures that looked about as warm and inviting as a midnight swim during a blizzard. He’d spent too much of his life in rooms like this, though they’d never been this clean or new. Cold. Impersonal. As if whoever lived here knew they weren’t going to stay, so why bother trying to make it a home.
He knew why he’d lived that way before coming to Haven. The question was why did Jenna?
Torren only had eyes for theirmahaya. He prowled across the room like a predator stalking his prey, and Zanyr knew what would happen next. Torren Vex loved the chase more than any other male he’d ever met. Now they’d had her permission, it was time to play.
“We will never harm you, Jenna. Anything we do to you will be to bring you pleasure, not pain.”
“Uh. Yes. Of course,” Jenna said, but she took a step back at the same time, and her gaze dropped to the floor.
“Do not run from me.” The words were silken, but a blade of pure steel lay hidden beneath them.
Jenna froze. “I’m not running.” Her voice was softer than a whisper.
Zanyr watched, curious to see what Jenna did next. They had to figure out what she needed and what she was willing to accept.
“Do not hide from me either,” Torren said.
“What do you want from me?” she asked without raising her voice or her eyes.
“Everything you’re willing to give us. Your body. Your pleasure. Your trust.” Torren reached out to her, his hand brushing her cheek. “And someday, when we’ve proven ourselves to you, I hope you’ll give us one more thing.”
She trembled, but neither male spoke. If she needed them to explain, they would, but what a gift it would be if she instinctively knew what they wanted.
“You…” she broke off. Her teeth sank into her lower lip for several seconds, and then she raised her head to look at them.Bothof them. “You want me to submit to you.”
