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“I love you, Alyssa Bratt. Mymahaya.”
“Our beautifulzana, the mate we were always destined to find.” Fyr’enth moved in and took her in his arms for a long, heated kiss.
Kalan watched them, expecting to feel the teeth of jealousy take hold, but it never happened. His heart and soul filled with a soft, warm light. It was more than love. More than happiness. It was a feeling only one being in the universe could provide—theirmahaya.
He stripped off his clothes and let them fall to the floor in a pile. He’d tidy up later. Right now, he had more important things to do.
“My turn,” he said when his brother finally raised his head to breathe.
“This is why I need your nanotech. How else am I going to keep up with the two of you?” Hezza laughed as she spoke, her skin flushed and eyes bright with desire.
“That was the third argument on my list.” Fyr’enth released their mate and stepped back to take off his own clothes.
“You had a list?” Hezza asked, her expression somewhere between bemused and surprised.
He folded her into his arms and grinned down at her. “We did. We were prepared for you to be stubborn.”
“I resemble that remark,” she admitted and rose on her toes to kiss him. He bowed his head to meet her halfway and groaned when her lips met his.
It was like this every time. Even now, days after thesharhalhad first taken hold. Reading about the mating fever and its lasting effects was one thing, but experiencing it was something else again. The spark between them would never go out.
She surprised him by reaching down to stroke his hard, aching cock. He groaned into her mouth, rocking his hips against the soft touch of her hand.
“I want you,” he murmured several dizzying kisses later.
“We want you,” Fyr’enth said. He stood to one side, his hand on their mate’s hip.
“Then we should do something about that.” She tipped her head to one side, baring her throat. “Because I believe I was promised mating marks.”
The sight made his cock throb.Yes. His fangs lengthened just thinking about it.
“Clothes off. Now.” He spoke without thinking.
She simply laughed and began to unfasten the clasps on her jumpsuit.
“I hate these things,” he muttered as he reached up to help.
“They don’t come off easily,” Fyr’enth agreed.
“But they do protect me from dirt, burns, and chemical spills,” she pointed out.
“Once you have our nanotech, you won’t need to worry about the last two,” Kalan reminded her.
“And if you get dirty, yourmahoyenwill be happy to help you get clean,” Fyr’enth added.
“If that’s the case, we’re going to need a bigger shower.” Hezza raised her arms to allow Kalan to pull her T-shirt over her head.
“Hells, we’re going to need to reconfigure the cabin space and the cockpit. I love you both, but you’re toofraxxingbig for my ship.”
“A bigger bed would be nice,” Kalan agreed. Then he lifted her off the deck, holding her suspended while Fyr’enth tugged off the last of her clothes.
Without a word of warning, he took two steps straight back and then let himself fall onto the bed that filled one end of the cabin.
Hezza squeaked in surprise but didn’t tense or brace herself for impact. She trusted him to protect her. As she should.
She was their treasure. Theirmahaya. Theireverything.
CHAPTER 20
