Page 42 of Her Alien Mercenaries
Torren set her down by the bed and drew her into his arms while Zanyr moved in behind her. Once again she found herself sandwiched between her two males, only this time she knew exactly what would happen next.
They stripped her quickly, which turned out to be one of the advantages to the Vardarian style of clothing. “Easy access,” they’d told her when she’d opened the box of new clothes they’d bought for her.
They didn’t stop until all three of them were naked, their clothes piled up on the floor at their feet. She was caught between them, lost to a storm of sensation as they caressed and tasted every part of her they could reach.
One of them brushed a hand over theharanishe now wore. They had waited for her to be ready before completing their claiming, but they hadn’t been idle. First, they had presented her with a dagger. It was Torren’s favorite, and the one he’d used to break the glass so they could reach her.
This morning, they’d exchanged armbands. A set of three, identical except in size. Three strands of gold were braided together, each of them with a stylized emblem of a falling star. The bands marked them as a mated trio, and the falling star was a way of reclaiming their past and forging it into something new.
“I like the way this looks on our female,” Torren said.
“And the female likes it very much as well. But she likes the way the two of you wear yours even better. Now everyone will know you are claimed. Especially Tani.”
Zanyr claimed her mouth with a kiss that left her breathless. “We should never have told you about that. I thought we agreed to never mention it again, Vex.”
“You also promised to always tell me the truth,” she reminded him.
“And we always will,” Torren said, his mouth near her ear. “Now, truthfully, blossom. What do you need from us?”
She shivered as his voice slid across her skin and into her soul.
“I need you to claim me. To make me yours in every way. I want to give myself to you both.”
“Oh, yes,mahaya. We will do that. And what will you give us?” Torren asked.
“Everything,” she whispered. “Including my submission.”
Both males growled, the sound rolling through her like thunder. They led her to the bed, helping her up onto the mattress and positioning her so she was kneeling on the bed. Torren moved behind her, his hands on her hips and the heavy length of his cock pressed against the swell of her ass.
He kissed his way up her spine as Zanyr slid into place beneath her, coaxing her legs apart until she was straddling his hips.
Zanyr reached up and back, and she heard a drawer open and then close again.
“What’s that?” she asked as she spotted him holding a small vial.
“Ulioil. It will make everything more intense.”
He poured a little onto one palm and then handed the vial to Torren. Zanyr rubbed it between his hands and then cupped her breasts, letting the oil slide over her skin.
She moaned at the exquisite sensation and then moaned again when Torren poured more of it over her back and buttocks. He stroked his fingers through the oil, drawing patterns of pleasure all over her body. When he reached between her legs she rocked backward, eager for his touch.
He teased her clit for a moment and then retreated, letting his fingers glide along the seam of her ass cheeks. “All you have to do is let us love you, blossom. Trust us with your pleasure.”
“I will,” the answer came easily, without doubt or reservation.
Both males groaned.
Zanyr took over pleasuring her clitoris while Torren slowly worked the oil into new places. It was unfamiliar but not unpleasant, and soon Jenna found herself rocking between their touch. In and out, back and forth. She found the rhythm of their dance and followed where they led her.
Zanyr claimed her first, replacing his fingers with the thick crown of his cock. She lowered herself over him, feeling him part her body as he slid into her depths with a shuddering growl.
She kissed him, drinking in the sound and reveling in the power she had over him at this moment.
When Torren pressed a finger inside her, she felt nothing but pleasure. When he added another, she followed his instructions and simply allowed herself to flow between them, finding new levels of ecstasy at every turn.
By the time Torren slid into her dark entrance, she was drunk with pleasure. All she could do was cling to Zanyr, her fingers gripping the sheets and her mouth mated to Zanyr’s as the three of them moved together.
She was on the brink of release when they bit her, coordinating the movement through a link she’d be able to share with them soon.
