Page 24 of Her Alien Mercenaries
She knew what she wanted. Hell, she’d wanted this from the moment she’d first seen Torren fall from the sky. But thinking it was one thing. Saying it was harder. “I… I want…” She pushed the words past her lips. “I want you to pin me to the bed.”
“As you wish,” Zanyr whispered the words against her lips before kissing her. His beard rasped against her skin, creating an erotic friction that amplified the need already coursing through her body.
Lost in the kiss she shared with one of her mates, she forgot about Torren until his mouth closed over her nipple, drawing it into the heated depths of his mouth.
She uttered a moan and arched her back, offering herself to them. They accepted her invitation with a hunger that took her breath away. Zanyr’s tongue tangled with hers as he pressed her down into the mattress, his mouth slanting across hers while his strong hands held hers over her head.
Torren suckled and teased at her nipples, his fingers, and mouth working in concert. She moaned again, desire building until she couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure of their touch.
They were relentless, passionate, and utterly focused on her. Stars above and below. She’d never experienced anything like this with her other lovers.
Torren raised his head, depriving her of his mouth. “Hold her for a second. I need to undress.”
Zanyr barely acknowledged hisanrik’s words, but when Torren rolled away from her, Zanyr took his place. The hard bar of his cock pressed against her thigh as he wrapped himself around her, his mouth and hands laying claim to her body.
“Greedy bastard.” Torren laughed from somewhere nearby.
Jenna opened her eyes and got an eyeful of virile, naked Vardarian. Torren’s golden scales gleamed as the light played over him, revealing a body as sinful as his smile.
“Wow.” Her brain was on autopilot, and what should have been an inside voice moment was instead said out loud.
“Now you’ve done it,” Zanyr chided her with a chuckle. “His ego didn’t need a boost.”
A well-timed kiss stopped her before she could respond, and by the time it ended, Torren had returned. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he settled himself to one side.
“My turn,” Zanyr said, stealing one last kiss before he rolled away.
She kept her eyes on him as he stood and then stripped. His arms and upper torso were thick with muscle and highlighted by the red-gold cast of his scales. His lower body was built just as powerfully, but his scales were bright gold.
“Do I get a wow?” he asked, flexing for her benefit.
Torren ignored the display as he busied himself with guiding her out of the remains of her ruined outfit.
“Wow. Definitely.”
Zanyr bowed to her. “Thank you.”
“And he says I have an ego.” Torren stroked a hand down her stomach, not stopping until his palm covered her mound and his long fingers rested along the seam of her pussy. “Are you ready for your first lesson?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
Zanyr walked back to the bed, looking thoughtful, and then glanced at Torren.
He must have said something via their link because Torren’s eyes brightened and he gave a brisk nod.
“What are you planning?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” Zanyr said. He stretched out on the opposite side from Torren and then tapped his chest. “Roll over so you’re facing Tor.”
She complied without thinking about it, earning her a pleased smile from Torren.
A warm hand moved from her shoulder, down her arm, along her flank, and down past her hip. “Leg up,” Zanyr coaxed.
He guided her leg upward and back so she was draped over his thigh.
She should have felt exposed like this, her naked body on display, but she didn’t. When Torren rolled to face her, she thrilled at the sensation of being caught between their bodies.
Zanyr swept her hair back from the side of her neck and nuzzled the soft patch of skin below her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first caught your scent on the wind.”
