Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Sarah

“ Y ou’re sure it’s okay to go see him?” I asked Ode, anxious to know for myself that Jac was alive and okay.

She smiled reassuringly and said, “The blood has been cleaned up, Sarah. It’s fine.”

“Blood doesn’t bother me, Ode, I’m not a baby—”

Wave scowled at me. “I didn’t faint because I’m a baby!”

I rolled my eyes. “I only asked because guys get weird when they’re in pain—they don’t like us to see them weak.”

Ode frowned. “That sounds like one of those weird human customs. It’s fine to see Jac now. Go ahead.”

I walked down the corridor to the infirmary, gulping down my fear. I had wanted to rush into the room and see my savior, but I didn’t know what to expect. Would he be on a hundred machines to keep him alive, like if he were a human? I couldn’t take seeing someone I cared about like that—not after seeing my mom that way.

As I closed in on the infirmary doorway, I heard a strange grunting sound. I peeked inside and to my shock, found Deacon and Jac making out like two horny teenagers. Nothing in my life had prepared me for that.

Though, to be fair, nothing in my life had ever prepared me for anything since I had left Earth.

My mind went utterly blank as I watched them. These two Ladrian men, both whom I had begun to find irresistible, were entwined in each other’s arms, kissing and biting and licking and making all kinds of sexy sounds of pleasure. It was entrancing.

Should I be mad?

No, I don’t think so.

I was too damned aroused by the sight.

My heart fluttered, making me dizzy. Blood rushed from my head downward. My pussy throbbed and soon, the rest of me did, too. I wanted them. Like a mindless zombie, I walked into the infirmary and waited until they were done.

When Deacon’s eyes opened, a panic stricken look passed over his features and he jumped back from Jac. “Sarah, this is—”

Jac turned around and saw me, too, but his response was much different. “Oh fuck, Sarah, you’re alright!”

“Yeah, but um, what is going on?” I asked, pointing between the two of them.

“I don’t…” Deacon started, but trailed off awkwardly, until he finally finished, “…have an excuse. We have done wrong.”

“No, we haven’t,” Jac said, smacking Deacon in the shoulder. “Remember the plan .”

Deacon nodded quickly. “Right, right. Sarah, we would like to propose an idea.”

I smiled, still at a loss for words. “Sure. What is it?”

Jac cut in, taking over. “I am going to ask you something, and I need your honesty, no matter what you think we want to hear. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You and Deacon are united, and I know you care for each other—”

“Yes.”

Jac exhaled a deep breath. “But is there room in your heart for another?”

I tipped my head in confusion, not following his question. “I don’t understand.”

“Everything here for you is new,” Jac went on calmly. “It will take you time to adjust to it all and I understand if you don’t have an answer right away. I don’t know if you have ever been with more than one man at a time, but—”

My eyes widened as his insinuation became clear. “You two want to share me?”

They exchanged a look between them, before they slowly nodded.

Deacon explained, “When we were young, Jac and I were together, intimately. I have missed that element in our relationship. But I understand if you are angry or do not want that to happen anymore. Or,” he sounded sad, “if you wish us executed.”

I gaped at him, certain he was jesting. “Why would I want that?”

“For our kisses.”

My mouth dropped open at the thought. “Deacon…your and Jac’s kisses were some of the most beautiful, and hottest, things I have ever seen.”

Very slowly, Jac asked, “You’re not mad?”

“I wouldn’t know how to be mad right now,” I said, and laughed, opting for honesty. “I’m too turned on.”

Jac smirked. “And you like the idea of us sharing you, don’t you?”

Biting my lip, slowly, I nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“ Sovereign , seal the infirmary door,” Jac ordered gruffly, and the door behind me shut immediately. “Come here, Sarah.”

Unable to ignore his command—not that I wanted to—I stepped forward, barely aware of my own body. Every muscle hummed, and my skin practically tingled with the electricity in the room. When he reached out for me, I looked up to Deacon, even as I stepped into Jac’s arms.

Deacon nodded once in approval. It was all the permission I needed. I kissed Jac, feeling the sexual tension between us just like at the pomp. He knew how to kiss like a human and set me on fire with his lips. I lifted my arms around his neck and my body melted against his.

But then Deacon was suddenly behind me, pressing close and nibbling on my shoulder. Goosebumps shot down my spine, and I was glad I no longer had a tail, or it might have whacked into his already hard cock. Then he leaned over my shoulder and kissed Jac, their mouths fusing erotically for me to see.

The pomp had not prepared me for this. Not even close. This was something else…

Being in between them as they kissed, I reached out for both of their cocks, one in front of me, and the other behind me. Jac growled into Deacon’s mouth and scooted off the exam table. I let them make out, while I sort of knelt between them. Their height difference meant one cock was a foot higher than the other. As quickly as I could, I lowered their trousers, almost getting knobbed in the eyes with the way their eager dicks sprang out of their pants.

Both their cocks were completely stiff, so I stroked them at the same time. The guys groaned in unison.

My guys. I loved the way that sounded.

Jac started to pump against my hand, while Deacon worked on removing Jac’s shirt. His chest was miraculously healed somehow, and his abs rippled and shimmered in the low light of the infirmary. Deacon tore his own shirt off, and soon, I was the only one who was dressed in the room.

Drunk on hormones, and still kneeling between them, I licked Jac’s cock. He was too big to take him deep into my mouth, but I tried. His rigid veins and smooth skin enticed me. My tongue lined each vein in turn, making him grunt in Deacon’s mouth as they resumed kissing above me. Then I felt Deacon’s big hand tangling in my hair, guiding my head back and forth on Jac’s shaft, making him fuck my mouth.

I loved the feeling of it all—being pushed onto Jac’s cock by Deacon’s hand, like I was his instrument to pleasure Jac with. It made my wet pussy ache for them both.

I had no idea the two of them had been together when they were younger, but it explained their comfort with mutual nudity. Did their history make the pomp extra awkward or extra better for them? I reminded myself to ask, once we were finished. I fisted both my hands around Jac’s cock as best I could, while I sucked on the end, moving together to give him more sensations.

He broke his kiss with Deacon and panted, “She should be naked by now.”

“Agreed.” Deacon unfastened my uniform and pulled it off of me, while I kept at Jac’s cock. Then, he licked and bit down my back, until he got to my ass. His large hand reached beneath me there, stroking the outside of my pussy and passing around my clit. “She is already so wet, Jac.”

“Fuck her bent over like this while she’s sucking my cock,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to see you do it.”

Deacon lifted my hips up and I imagined he had to crouch down considerably for me to feel his cock slide against me. But then he said to Jac, “I have a better idea. Move out of the way.”

Jac pulled from my mouth, and I whined for more. He softly chuckled at my protests and walked away from the exam table.

Deacon lifted me up and laid me over it, face down. My feet could no longer feel the floor—I was too short for that. My torso was on top of the padded table, making my head and my pelvis available to them. This was much better than trying to do anything crouching or standing. Once I was comfortable, Deacon pointed to the other side of the table and told Jac, “Over there.”

Jac returned to my head and knelt in front of me first. Gently stroking the hair away from my face, he said, “I’m going to watch Deacon fuck you, while I fuck your face. Because now, you belong to us .” Then he took my head in his hands and kissed me roughly. His tongue had the same kind of bumpy texture as Deacon’s and something about it lit my brain up.

Behind me, Deacon spread my legs open and sandwiched himself between them, before his cock dipped into me. I moaned into Jac’s mouth. I loved the feeling of both of them like this—like I was theirs and they were mine and they were each other’s, too.

Jac pulled back and kissed my forehead before he stood up again. Positioning the head of his cock at my parted lips, he cupped the back of my head and thrust into my mouth at the same time Deacon drove into my body a few inches deeper.

I gasped around Jac’s thick cock. Full and satisfied in a way I had never felt before, my whole body hummed on their energy. It was almost indescribable, but I felt lit from within. The pulsing veins in Deacon’s cock bumped up against my G-spot and each thrust stoked my fire. The taste of Jac’s cock was my new favorite thing, making me crave another taste after the last one.

He growled, “Fuck, I love watching you take her like that, Deacon.”

“Just wait till you see me fuck her as a Ladrian,” he panted behind me. “She can take every single inch of me then.”

I smacked Jac’s thigh, and he pulled out of my mouth. I turned to look over my shoulder at Deacon and said, “Stop.”

Deacon immediately pulled out. “Yes?”

Gasping, I turned over onto my back and tentatively asked, “Do you…are you disappointed I’m not—”

“No!” he practically shouted. Then he laughed and his voice lowered. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I just meant, I could never be disappointed with you, Sarah. I only meant to say that I thought we could add some variety to our fun. If you would like, we can mog into our human forms, too.”

“Oh.” I giggled at the amusing thought. “I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe some time, but not anytime soon. I like you both the way you are.”

“And we like you the way you are, too,” Jac said as he stroked my hair. “You’re beautiful as a human—”

“And as a Ladrian,” Deacon added.

Jac continued, “Yes, that too. And I am burning to be inside of you.”

I bit my bottom lip. “You boys want to switch sides?”

They nodded.

“Come on, then,” I said, and as they circled me with that hungry look in their eyes, I shivered, feeling like their prey.

I moved to turn over onto my stomach again, but Deacon shook his head and said, “Stay like that. On your back for us.”

Deacon scooted my upper body toward him so that my head fell over the edge of the table. Then, he rested his hands on either side of my waist, and since he was much taller, his cock brushed against my lips. I opened up for him, licking his glossy head and tasting myself on his shaft.

He pushed forward and began to fuck my mouth, just as Jac rubbed the head of his dick against my clit. I shivered against him, and he wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed inside of me, stretching me with his girth. I gasped, sucking in more of Deacon’s cock as the pleasure began to build once more. Jac came forward, shoving as deep into my pussy as he could go, and between Deacon’s thrusts into my mouth, they kissed again right above me while they were both inside of me.

Jac shortened his thrusts to stay close enough to kiss Deacon. There were two veins that massaged my G-spot in that position, and they were ruthless and fast on his shorter thrusts. It was kindling my fire. My core began to tighten, and I choked on Deacon’s cock—I couldn’t time my breaths right anymore. I was too distracted by the seductive pleasure increasing inside of me. He arched his back, pulling out an inch. It was just enough to let me breathe again.

When Deacon reached down and stroked my clit, I erupted on them both. My pussy locked around Jac’s cock, as I moaned around Deacon’s. Ecstasy was a wildfire that threatened to burn me to the ground, and as the intense pleasure shot through my muscles, I decided it didn’t matter that none of this was real. I didn’t care anymore about going back to Earth or any of that. My home was between these two fierce and loyal aliens.

Deacon growled, “Are you coming on his cock for me?”

I nodded and groaned, still gagged by his cock.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said as he coaxed my clit toward another orgasm. “Do it again.”

I whined, unsure if I could.

But he kept at me there, while Jac resumed his longer thrusts inside me. Pulling all the way out and driving all the way back in, as much as he could.

Jac growled deep in his throat, a sexy, inhuman sound. “Fuck, her pussy keeps squeezing on me, Deacon, she’s so tight and wet…she’s gonna make me come.”

“Good, I want to see you come in her.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jac sounded panicked.

“Yes. Without question,” Deacon ordered him. “Give her every single drop you’ve got.”

“ Fuck ,” Jac hissed as he ruthlessly pumped into my body. He grabbed my hips and worked himself into me harder and faster, every thrust getting me closer to the peak of pleasure.

“I want you to come when he does, consort,” Deacon said, another command. “You will do this for me, won’t you?”

“Mm, hmm,” I whimpered around his cock.

“Close!” Jac warned.

So Deacon’s fingers sped up and pushed me right over the edge into another realm of bliss. Jac’s cock swelled inside of me as I came and made my orgasm even bigger. Deacon pulled out of my mouth, so my screams filled the room as I came hard on Jac’s cock, my entire body clenching and shuddering around his length.

Jac roared as he came inside of me, filling me up with his lust, marking me as his. His strong grip would have hurt my hips, but I didn’t feel anything but pure bliss in the moment. His thrusts became reckless until he finally finished. Jac’s cock softened inside of me, and he laid onto me, licking up my neck and kissing my lips before meeting my heavy-lidded gaze. I knew the look in his purple glowing eyes, and I felt it, too.

But then a new expression took him over as he cast his gaze upward toward Deacon. He slyly smiled, kissed me one more time, and pulled out. Unable to hold all his seed, his lust poured onto the floor from me. The absence of him felt strange—like I was missing something.

And then, Deacon came around and stepped between my legs. His cock had darkened in the interim. The intimidating length almost looked angry, but Deacon did not. His golden amber eyes were filled by the unmistakable look of a man in love. I wasn’t sure which one of us was his paramour—maybe both of us.

Sharing me was one thing, but sharing emotions felt different in my mind. More dangerous, because there was more at risk. But when he pressed his cock into my extremely slick and messy pussy, thanks to Jac’s cum, I didn’t care what was at risk. All I knew was that I needed them both, in any manner I could have them.

Jac circled back around to my head and massaged my tits and lightly pinched my nipples, while Deacon plunged into me. I moaned and laid there, letting them pleasure me. There was the extra splash of Jac’s cum around Deacon’s cock, and that made everything feel incredibly dirty in the best way possible. I held onto the edge of the table padding for something to grip as Deacon continued plowing into me, stronger and faster and deeper.

He didn’t slow down or do little strokes inside of me the way Jac had. Deacon pounded into me as best he could without ripping me apart. He kept his large hand on my stomach, pressing me into the padded table to hold me still for his relentless fucking. But then his hand gradually moved lower, until his thumb had access to my clit. He rubbed and stroked me rhythmically, making me cry out.

“Want you to come again, Sarah.” He grunted out the order.

I gasped. “So…close!”

“When you do, I’m going to come inside of you, too.”

“Mm, fuck yes!” Jac tweaked my nipple, and my back arched as my body pulled tight around Deacon’s shaft.

He growled, “She’s close, I can fucking feel it.”

Jac gave my breast a slight smack, jolting pain and pleasure through me like a live wire. “Come for me.”

I wasn’t sure who he spoke to, me or Deacon, but it didn’t matter. I was coming either way, my body pulsing in waves on Deacon’s cock. It was almost too much—my legs wrapped tight around his muscled waist, trying to pull him deeper still. But he was strong and resisted me as he came and gasped like he was finally coming up for air. His thumb kept at my clit, making one orgasm feel like a dozen that reverberated off each other.

I couldn’t breathe or move and I couldn’t care. My body was a temple for our pleasure and that was all.

Deacon pulled out before he leaned down for a kiss, which let his cum spill out onto the floor, mingling with Jac’s. He panted against my lips and smiled. “This is what I have needed for so long. You, this, us .”

I looked at them both, still trying to catch my breath. “Me too.”

“Same here,” Jac added, his eyes glowing with triumph. Then he said, “ Sovereign , clean floors, clean air.”

A whirring sound came on, and I assumed it was like on Allegiant , when the floor had opened up to take the laundry. I couldn’t get up to find out, though. I was a boneless noodle.

They cleaned me up and eventually, we all dressed. But it took time—we kept groping at each other and making out. I had never been so satisfied in all my life. But it was more than physical this time—not like at the pomp. Now it was different. Everything was different. For me, my whole world had been turned upside-down by these aliens, in every way imaginable.

And I wasn’t mad about it. Not at all. Oddly enough, I was extremely happy.

Just as Jac unsealed the door, we heard raised voices near the hullmate. "Come on,” he ordered, grabbing my hand as we hurried toward the sound.

Valor, Wave, Ode, Treg, and a guy I didn’t know all looked concerned as they chatted.

Ode smirked when she saw Jac and said, “I figured you were up and feeling fine, since I couldn’t get into my infirmary.”

“What’s wrong?” Jac asked, ignoring her insinuation.

“Nothing is wrong . Silence is in labor.”