I woke, hot and horny.
That irresistible itch was back.
A body was cradled against my back, a male’s hands cupped my breasts, pulling on my nipples, tweaking them, rolling them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers. I arched into him, pushing my bottom into the hardness of his stomach, my mouth going dry at the feel of his rigid cock sliding between my legs. My soul had recognised him before my brain kicked in. Jerrell nuzzled the dip between my neck and shoulder, grazing his teeth along the line of my bones. I tried to move my hands, dazedly realised I lay trapped between both men for I nestled behind Quain’s long body. His breathing was so even and deep I couldn’t guess whether or not he slept. But if he did, too bad, it was past time for him to wake and tend to my needs. My niggling questions about their relationship, I banished to the far reaches of my brain—for the moment, anyway.
The darkness was absolute inside the small sleeping chamber and it sure was cramped on the narrow bunk with the three of us squashed together. Already sexual tension sizzled in the air and I sucked it down with gusto. No way was I going to complain. The only thought in my lust-hazed head was a ‘thank god, I’d showered’.
By dint of sucking in my belly, I eased out my hands and slipped them about Quain’s waist, filling my greedy palms with the heat from his skin. Fire zipped from my fingertips through my veins as I spread my fingers wide to capture as much of his body as I could within my touch. His flesh was not as supple as Jerrell’s; it felt harsher, more abrasive like a two day beard where I rubbed my body against his, a wanton cat squirming between her two toms.
Desire flooded me. I wrapped one leg over his hip, moved faster against Quain, my breath catching when I rotated my mound against the curves of his arse. My fingers closed over his thick cock, feeling the pulse of energy in the stiff muscle, a throb of power that called to the very centre of my being. Jerrell increased the pressure of his grasp on my breasts, tightening his grip, his mouth biting into my skin and sucking hard. The silky heat of his hard cock as he drove it back and forth under my weeping pussy tantalised me with the promise of the pleasure just out of my reach.
My blood pressure skyrocketed as I zoomed towards completion but I felt empty. I wanted, no I needed to be filled. My fingers slid up and down Quain’s cock then I gripped it hard for a few beats before releasing to fill my palm with one of his swollen balls. I pressed eagerly against him, nipped the back of his neck and almost died when Jerrell moved his hands down my stomach and busied his fingers amongst the short curls covering my sex. My heart raced an erratic rhythm while he parted my folds, dipping lower to insert a finger into my crying pussy.
Desperate, I squirmed against his hand and Quain’s arse then felt Quain push my grip over his cock away and he turned in one swift movement to face me. Rough textured fingers grasped my chin, a hot ravenous mouth found mine in a hard kiss that sought to dominate my soul and demand my compliance. It wasn’t necessary; I was more than willing to do anything to please and be pleased by both men.
I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted this moment.
Quain kept on kissing me, a long thorough kiss, drawing me deeper under his spell as he swept his tongue into my mouth. I followed suit, delving my tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his, feeding off our frantic duel. Behind me, Jerrell ground his body against mine, his breathing fast and harsh.
The next moment Quain moved and my cooling skin pebbled. A rustle of movement: Jerrell shifted his hands to my waist, lifted me and slid on his back, laying me on top of him. Immediately I felt Quain’s hands cup and plump my breasts. I arched upwards, relishing the heat from Jerrell’s body beneath me and the heat of Quain above as he settled over me, his heavy weight pushing me down further against Jerrell.
In the darkness, the quiet pulsated with our quickened breathing and the tension emanating from us. I swore I could feel it beating against my skin, heightening my anticipation as Quain replaced one hand with his hot moist mouth nipping on my right nipple. He sucked on the tight nub and my womb spasmed in response. I hissed in a sharp breath swallowing my moan.
“Soon,” he whispered against my swollen flesh. One last lave with his tongue and his touch left me.
Quain’s hands grasped my thighs, spread my legs wide so they draped over the side of Jerrell’s. I felt Quain’s fingers exploring the valleys and dips of my sex, parting my folds. Jerrell returned his hands to my breasts, rubbing the nubs, plucking them tighter and tighter. Quain’s hot breath puffed against my most intimate parts.
Oh god!
Three beats and still Quain waited.
My heart pounded; I panted; my hands gripped the blanket, twisted wads of material into my fists. A bitch on heat had nothing on me.
Then he placed his mouth on my sex.
With consummate skill he pulled my skin into his mouth, worked his tongue like the most talented violin player, plucking at my needs, sending me higher and higher. Eager to do anything to assist, I raised my bottom, offering everything I possessed. And he took it.
Quain scooped one hand between Jerrell and my body, filling his palm with one round arse cheek while he kept lapping my juices like a man dying of thirst. Jerrell sucked on my ear, nuzzling the sensitive area along my neck, gripping my breasts, holding me down. I felt Quain manoeuvring his other hand between my legs, then Jerrell’s cock poked at my entrance. Ever helpful, I lifted my lower body higher. My eyes rolled back in my head when Jerrell drove his cock into me. His hand now on my stomach, Quain pushed me down, next lifting me with his other hand on my arse all the while as he sucked hard on my nub.
With Jerrell driving his cock in slow deep strokes inside my pussy and Quain making heaven on my sex, I splintered into a rapture that pulsed in waves over my sensitive body. Again and again.
Awash in pleasure, I tipped once more over the edge when Jerrell stiffened beneath me and pounded his cock into me, grunting as he reached his climax. Dazed, I felt Jerrell slide from beneath me to nestle at my side. Laboured breathing in a darkness where the very air was redolent with the musky scent of ripe sex, made my head spin. A heavy weight moved over me, pinning me to the bunk, covering me with hot damp male. I found his shoulders, gripped hard, raising my hips for what I knew was coming and met Quain’s thick rigid cock with my wet welcoming pussy. He moved fast, ramming deep, stamping his need into my soul. And heaven help me, my need was just as desperate. We came together in an explosive joining that seemed to last forever.
Gradually, my pulse slowed and settled while I roved my hands in tender caresses over Quain’s tough skin. He rolled to the side, dislodging my touch, and placed his hand on my stomach. Even after all that amazing sex, my muscles tingled. Both men lying on their sides facing me, waiting for me to make a move. Roll over? Pretend I was asleep—that nothing of momentous importance had happened?
“I need to know if you two are, like, a couple?” I said, holding my breath.
Jerrell repeated, “Couple? No there is only one of me and one of Quain.”
I sniggered. “No, I mean are you two in a relationship? You know, sex and stuff.” I rolled my eyes, glad they couldn’t see my hot face.
“Aaaah.” Jerrell remained silent for a moment. “We have been close for several cycles; we have fought side by side and watch each other’s back. Do not fear, sweet one, for there is room for you in our lives.”
What as—a sex bunny? Someone to while away those long dreary months on space ships when they wanted some variety? No mention of a commitment. It had been one day and yet I felt a sense of home in their arms. But I’d be stupid to think I could be anything more than a casual fling in these blokes’ lives. For they were close. That long, pregnant glance they’d exchanged after we’d arrived at the shuttle port had been a dead giveaway. They were a couple and I was the proverbial third wheel. A thought reinforced when Quain spoke not one word.
For several beats I lay there and chewed over my actions—over my life.
Decision made—who needed sleep?
Probably out there as the worst idea I’d ever had but I knew come the next day we’d ship out to different directions of the galaxy. I’d never see either Jerrell or Quain again. So I intended to enjoy one last night of the best sex of my life, then I’d spend my remaining years pretending I’d never cared.
I turned to Jerrell, pressed my lips against his, sweeping my tongue inside his moist mouth, relishing his eager response. With reluctance I lifted my head and turned to cup Quain’s face in my hands. In the depths of the sleeping hours, I could see neither man’s expression, for which I was thankful. I could pretend it was more than lust that stared back at me. I wriggled upwards, a deep sigh echoing in my soul as my mouth met his and he claimed me with a hunger I would remember for all time.
“What do you mean you’re not coming with me?” I gaped at Margaret, aware that at any moment the Darkons may realise I no longer lingered compliant in our quarters but rather had taken the first opportunity to bolt.
My gaze swivelled from her face to the small group of people waiting to board a shuttle I had been assured would take us to one of the long distance space voyagers that cruised the main traffic lines not too far from here. The cute little bloke who reminded me of a character from a long ago sci-fi movie vid with his deep hood covering his pointy head had guaranteed safe passage to some place called the Azzirt Vortex. Apparently a jump point through a black hole to our solar system. Bobbing about on his hover board with no sign whatsoever of any kind of weapon, he’d stood out amidst the crowd of hawkers, soldiers, star commanders that milled about the departure bay. Some of those blokes had looked little better than hardened criminals with their cold flat eyes, hands closed over weapon butts, the way they had stared at me as if weighing my worth in monetary value.
They’d given me the creeps.
The crowd shuffled forward. I stared round the cavernous room but too many people and aliens milled about for me to work out whether my absence had been noted.
Wiping my damp palms over my flight pants, I turned back to my young companion. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, I mean, check this bloke out. He says he’s some kind of trader, not a soldier. As soon as we reach the jump point, we can bargain with a ship to take us through the Vortex.”
“We have no money,” Margaret pointed out. Her eyes narrowed. “What do we use for payment?”
My mouth compressed and my gaze slid from hers. I’d bartered the ‘fork’ thing Ana had given me as a gift before she left, to secure passage for both of us as far as the Azzirt Vortex. After that? Well, I’d do what I had to if it meant we’d get home.
Hell, hadn’t I awakened the Darkons? Surely sex with one more stranger shouldn’t prove to be a problem for me. Hot tears burnt my eyes and my mouth worked while I fought the denial clamouring in my mind and soul.
“You don’t really want to leave them.”
Damn it, out of the mouth of babes.
I planted my hands on my hips and said, “Don’t be ridiculous. Come on, it’s almost our turn to board. Let’s move closer.”
“Go if you want to, but I can’t leave here. Not until I find my sister.” Margaret took my hand in hers. “I would never have survived this long, if you hadn’t been so kind to me. You remind me so much of mum and Carly.”
Twin tears slid down her thin cheeks. I pretended not to notice when she wiped her sleeve under her nose. A Jurian clutching at least five bags of luggage staggered into the shuttle. Three more passengers then it would be our turn to board. I shivered as cold sweat chilled my spine. My chest felt so tight I thought my heart would shatter into so many tiny pieces it would never mend.
“We have to go.” The words came out hoarse and strained as if dug from the bottom of my flight boots.
Margaret shook her head, her chin jutting mulishly. She dropped my hand. “I spent the last of my inheritance to bribe some couple to help me pose as their daughter to leave Earth. I have to see my sister one more time. She’s all I have left of my family. You know don’t you, that I’m dying.” It wasn’t a question.
Shaken, I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Not quite, although I suspected you’d been seriously ill.”
“So you see, I can’t leave, not when I’ve come so far.”
Muttering a swear word under my breath I grabbed her hand and whirled round, about to march away from the shuttle.
“Halt.”
I kept walking.
Pain slammed into my back. I pitched forward, hit the ground hard but at the last minute I broke my face-first fall with my hands. Scrabbling about on the concrete, I shook my head to clear the ringing in my ears, biting down on the fire searing into my skin before I pushed onto my hands and knees. Four pairs of scuffed military-style boots ringed my vision. When I raised my head, I stared into the eye of the weapon aimed inches from my nose. Before I could draw another breath, rough hands grabbed my arm, hauled me to my feet, man-handled me forward. I craned my neck and saw Margaret being slung over a soldier’s shoulder and carted, screaming, towards the shuttle. The little hooded bloke, arms folded, stood beside the door like the devil at the entrance to hell.
Oh fuck.
From somewhere inside me, rage built. It roared: gathered momentum, stampeded through my body. My panic fled, leaving only deadly intent.
I turned towards my captor. His grip loosened. I pulled free. Remembering Quain, I lashed out. My boot connected with a sickening crack against his kneecap. He grunted, reeled. Using my body weight, I rammed my shoulder into his chest. Whirled round in a full circle then punched my fist up under his chin.
And down he went.
As if god had gifted me with the speed of champions, I sprinted to the shuttle, pile-driving into the soldier carrying Margaret. In a flurry of bodies and flailing limbs we tumbled to the ground. I shrieked to Margaret to get out of the way and landed a punch in the guard’s ribs. He connected with my face and I saw stars. I kicked, clawed, used my elbows, my feet and we rolled together over the ground until I lost track of which way was up and down.
Suddenly the guard was plucked off me and knocked to the ground. Quain reached down, picked him up and smashed his fist into his face again. And again.
I whispered one word. “Quain.”
Quain released his victim and bounded to my side. Behind him, the man sagged like a sack of wet cement to the floor. Strong arms surrounded me, enfolded me in an embrace that squished all the air from my lungs and Quain rumbled near my ear, “I should beat you.”
“Ugg.” The only word I could manage squeezed past my cramped ribs.
His clutch loosened and I downed air as if I was a drunkard on his first bender of the week. The latent fury he felt evident by the set expression of his face, the squareness of his jaw.
“Is she damaged?”
Hands grasped my waist, pulling me from Quain’s grip, turning me to face Jerrell. His normally glowing eyes were black and depthless as he stared down at me. No hint of smile in the straight line of his mouth. He was all sternness, his inner turmoil rolling off him in waves. If he hadn’t been holding me, I’m sure it would have blasted me several feet backwards.
And suddenly, I howled.
Jerrell sucked in a breath and his features softened, the ends of his mouth curling into a tender smile. He wiped away my tears, his fingers trembling when they touched my skin.
Light dawned and the aches and pains of my bruised body ebbed. “You were scared I was hurt,” I said while my head whirled with the ramifications of this realisation.
“Of course; for are you not my mate, my woman?” Jerrell asked and I heard the quaver of fear lingering in his soft tones.
“And Quain, what about you?” I spun round, searched that harsh face, holding his glance with mine.
He didn’t evade me. He stood, shoulders back, hands fisted at his sides, his chin up, eyes steady. Ever a soldier, but more. A warrior, because he said, “You have my heart.”
And suddenly, all I wanted to do was fling my head back and shriek out my happiness, maybe even perform a crazy happy dance, right here and now. But I think my wide grin must have given me away for twin flames of gold flared to life in Quain’s eyes and his shoulders rounded. Just a little. It was enough.
I’d found what I’d been missing in my life.
“Where’s Margaret?” Smiling, I looked about, feeling smug as the awed crowd flinched from my gaze.
“Here I am.” Margaret stood a few feet away, wringing her hands together.
I said, “Let’s find that sister of yours.”
She flung herself into my arms and I hugged her back. Over the top of her head, I grinned at Quain and Jerrell. “Lead the way, guys. Oh, and by the way, you can call me, Fran.”
“We will head to the Mirva System. You will remain with the other females while Jerrell and I continue the fight against the Elites.” Quain stared down his nose at me.
I disentangled myself from Margaret and popped a kiss on his chin. “Perfect. We’ll make sure Margaret and the others are safe, then join the resistance. My place is by your sides, both of you that is, always.”
Quain’s jaw dropped, and laughing, I twirled round to catch sight of Jerrell’s grin. He winked at me. I added, “Don’t worry, Margaret, your sister will be first up on our agenda.”
I danced round, herded them together and placing a hand on the Darkons’ backs, pushed. “Come on you guys, keep up.”
Margaret giggled and linked her arm through mine.
Unseen by the others, I flexed my sore knuckles. Yeah, that’s me—warrior woman.
Hell yeah.
My smile as bright as a supernova, I followed my men out of the departure bay.