Page 23 of Her Alien Mercenaries
“Because I’m still fully clothed. Or do you want me to try to get out of this dress while lying down?”
Zanyr raked his gaze over theirmahaya’sbody. The clothing she wore was unadorned, dull, and covered far too much of her body for Zanyr’s liking.
“Do you like that dress?” Zanyr asked.
“It’s a dress. It’s comfortable and suitable for work. Why?”
Zanyr bent over her, claiming a kiss as he gently caught her by the wrists and pinned her hands over her head. “You asked for honesty, so here it is. It doesn’t do you justice. Why do you hide your beauty?”
“I’m not hiding—hey!”
Torren whipped out his blade and used it to slice through the fabric. He started at her neckline and didn’t stop until he reached the hem of her skirt. The dress fell away, exposing bare skin and red silk.
“Now that, I like,” Zanyr said approvingly. “Red is a better color for you, and the fabric looks as soft and inviting as you do.”
“You ruined my dress!”
“I did.” Torren set the dagger aside, taking care to put it far out of Jenna’s reach. Just in case.
“We’ll buy you a replacement.” Zanyr pointed to Torren. “He’s rich.”
“So are you,” Torren retorted.
“Well, I’m not.” She was riled enough to actually glare at them, which only made him smile. If she was comfortable enough to talk back to them while she was mostly naked and pinned to the bed, things were progressing quickly.
“You are now. Everything we have is yours. You are an equal partner in our lives,mahaya. In all matters.
“I… wow.” She blinked, stunned. “You aren’t getting much out of this deal. I get two hot males and all their worldly goods. In exchange you get… me.”
“Don’t do that again,” Zanyr growled down at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Diminish yourself. Make it seem like you have no worth. You are ourmahaya. You are oureverything.”
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Reality shuddered and spun,leaving her momentarily adrift. “… our everything.” The words kept repeating in her head. She clung to them, barely daring to believe they were true, but at the same time, she knew they were.
They valued her. Wanted her. Had offered her everything they had and asked for nothing in return.
This was more than she’d dared to dream of. So why was she lying back, dazed and silent? She needed to say something.
She opened her eyes and saw them both looking at her. Not just looking. Theysawher. For the first time in her life, she truly felt seen, and it was everything she wanted but had been afraid to say.
“Yes,” was all she said. It was the most complete answer she’d ever given, and she meant it with all of her heart.
Torren leaned down to kiss her, the heat of his mouth branding her lips and making her pulse quicken. She raised her head to kiss him back, but Zanyr still had hold of her wrists. She broke the kiss to tip her head and look at him, and he gave her a wicked little smile.
“Do you want me to release you?” he asked.
She opened her mouth to say yes, but he stopped her with a shake of her head. “Don’t answer too quickly. Think about it. Shall I let go, or do you want me to pin you to the bed so you can only squirm and beg for release as Torren starts your first lesson?”
“F-first lesson?” she stammered.
“Mm-hmm,” Torren almost purred as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “You’ve never been with two males at once. You have no idea the pleasure we can bring you. It’s time you learned.”
There it was again—a hint of darkness in his tone. It made her insides quiver when he talked that way. Zanyr had it too, the way he’d explained to her what her choices were. To be free, or to trust them with her body. With her pleasure.
