Page 30 of Her Alien Cyborgs
“Show me,” Fyr’enth said.
“Wait your turn,” Kalan snarled and snaked a possessive arm around her waist.
She ignored his outburst and gestured with her free hand. “Come stand beside Kal. I’ll show you.”
As Fyr’enth moved into place, she looked up at Kalan. “Being together means sharing everything, even our pleasure.”
Fyr’enth clasped his brother on the shoulder. “She isours.”
Kalan kissed her gently before speaking again. “Yes, she is. Ourzana.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Treasure,” Fyr’enth said, his voice soft.
Something shifted deep inside her, like a missing piece of her life suddenly clicked into place. Choked with emotions she couldn’t name, she reached up to stroke Fyr’enth’s back. She wasn’t ready to deal with feelings right now. Tonight was about something else.
Pleasure.
When they moved, it wasn’t in the direction she expected. Instead of the makeshift bed, they led her to the chair near her desk. It was larger than was practical for the space, but she liked it too much to get rid of it. It was well-padded, with an upholstered back and a wide seat framed by solid armrests. She’d even fitted it with magnets that ensured it stayed put no matter how wildly she maneuvered.
“The chair?” she asked. “Why not the bed?”
“We have something in mind, and the chair works,” Fyr’enth said.
They guided her into the position they wanted, and she willingly complied with their instructions. Soon, she kneeled on the seat with her arms crossed over the back of the chair. Her knees sank into the cushions, and the soft fabric caressed her bare legs and belly.
“Not quite,” Kalan said. He moved beside her, one hand cupping her breast. He coaxed her upward, until her breasts hung over the back of the chair with her arms braced across the top.
Only then did he move in front of her, letting her see him fully.
The only word to describe him was beautiful. He was all hard muscle and perfectly sculpted features, like a statue cast in the purest silver.
Gently, she wrapped her fingers around Kalan’s cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip.
To her delight, his scales shimmered in response to her touch. She knew it was just a reflex, but it made her feel powerful to have so much of an effect on this big, dangerous male.
She stroked him again, her grip firmer this time. He groaned and reached down to take her breasts into his hands. He ran the tip of one finger around each nipple several times before rolling them between his fingers and giving them a light squeeze that made her gasp.
“You liked that?” Kalan asked.
“I did. Do it again, please.”
“So polite,” Fyr’enth said. “Do you think she’ll ask so nicely when she begs for release?”
She turned to look over her shoulder in surprise. She’d expected Kalan to be the dirty talker of the pair. “It’s always the quiet ones,” she said.
His grin was pure wickedness as he smoothed both hands down her back and then over the curve of her ass.
Pleasure piled upon pleasure as they explored her body and learned what she liked. After a while, she thought of something.
“As much as I hate to say this, one of you needs to let go of me and retrieve something from the cubby near where my bed was. On the left side, near the corner.”
Kalan sighed. “Now?”
“Trust me, you’ll want what’s in that bottle,” she assured him.
He had to be guided to the right spot, but the little bottle was exactly where she remembered putting it. She’d never usedit, but Saral had gifted it to her during a previous visit and had insisted she keep it, “just in case.”
