Page 25 of Her Alien Mercenaries
Someone, she thought it was Torren, slid a finger into the slick folds of her sex. He stroked her slowly with light teasing touches that only fanned the flames of her desire. She rocked against the pressure of Torren’s hand, the gentle motion making Zanyr groan as her ass rubbed over his cock.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses fell on her neck and shoulder while Torren dipped his head to suck on her nipples again. Both of them were pressed against her, hard bodies and harder cocks creating an erotic friction she couldn’t get enough of. This had to be the effects of thesharhal. It couldn’t be like this every time. Could it? She tried to remember what they’d discussed in classes that, at the time, had seemed graphically in-depth. Now she realized they weren’t detailed enough.
She let her hands wander, exploring the ridges and planes of her lovers’ bodies. She recalled something from one of the classes and slid her hand over Torren’s ribs to his back. His wings were folded neatly against his body, and she ran her fingertips along the edge.
Torren shuddered and growled against her skin.
“Do that again,” Zanyr encouraged her.
She did, this time working her fingers closer to his spine and the spot between his wings. The result was explosive. Torren groaned and bucked, his cock as hard as hull plating as he ground himself against any part of her he could reach. She used her free hand to grasp his cock, wrapping her fingers around the thick length.
“Qarf!” Torren swore.
“I think ourmahayahas some lessons of her own to teach,” Zanyr said.
“You have… no idea.” Torren gasped. He raised his head and met her gaze. “If you do that again, blossom, I will skip the introductory course and move on to something more advanced.”
She wanted to learn anything they’d teach her. “Show me everything.”
“Witnessed,” both of them said in the same breath.
Torren stared at Jenna, enthralled by what he saw. She was so beautiful like this with her body and her heart open and vulnerable. Her trust in them was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the mating fever that burned in his blood.
He watched hisanrikand their mate for a moment, enjoying the intimacy that could only come from sharing this way. Zanyr held her thigh over the top of his, his other arm beneath her as his hand worked the nub of her nipple. A dot of blood marked a spot on her neck where his fangs had nicked her. They’d have to be careful about that. Neither of them had ever reached these levels of arousal before where their fangs dropped in anticipation of what must happen soon—the bite that would bring theirmahayamore pleasure than she’d ever known while marking her as their mate forever.
Jenna ran her fingertips over his back again, pushing his control to its breaking point. Who had told her about that spot? Someone must have. If it had been another male… but no. There’d been no scent of anyone else in her home or on her clothes. She hadn’t been with anyone else.
She was theirs. And theirs alone.
He flicked his fingers over the swollen bud of her clitoris, smiling at the way she gasped and writhed in response. He already had a sense of what she liked, and he used that information to push her toward orgasm—the first of many she’d experience tonight.
Every breath he took was heavy with the scent of sex and need, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room. She moaned again, and his fangs dropped, his instincts screaming at him to claim her with cock and fangs, letting their bodies merge and their blood mingle.
Soon, but not yet. When they claimed her, it would be in the bed she’d share with them for the rest of their lives in the home they’d made for themselves, far from judgment and the darkness of the past.
Jenna’s moans and cries grew louder as he toyed with her clit, working her closer to the edge until she trembled and gasped, almost begging for release. He gave her what she needed before it went that far. She needed to know what she was begging for first.
His eyes met Zanyr’s as he pushed her over the brink and into an orgasm. The two of them shared a moment of satisfaction as their female came with a cry that reverberated down to his soul.
They gave her no time to regain her senses as Torren shifted onto his knees and moved to a spot beside her head. Then he took one of her hands and returned it to his cock, which rose, hard and hot, from between his thighs.
When she opened her eyes, he deliberately held up the hand he’d used to pleasure her, making sure she saw when he licked her essence from his fingers.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the only noise she made was a drawn-out moan as Zanyr adjusted himself so that his cock stroked over the folds of her pussy.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” Torren asked.
“Y-yes.”
“And what about me?” he drawled, his hand still covering hers as she stroked his cock.
“You want me to make you come? Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. But you can choose how.”
While they talked, Zanyr continued to tease her. He rubbed himself over areas already hypersensitive after her previous orgasm.
“Jenna,” he called to her, bringing her attention back to him. “Choose. Hands or mouth.”
