Chapter 10

10

Reality shuddered and spun, leaving her momentarily adrift. "… our everything." The words kept repeating in her head. She clung to them, barely daring to believe they were true, but at the same time, she knew they were.

They valued her. Wanted her. Had offered her everything they had and asked for nothing in return.

This was more than she'd dared to dream of. So why was she lying back, dazed and silent? She needed to say something.

She opened her eyes and saw them both looking at her. Not just looking. They saw her. For the first time in her life, she truly felt seen, and it was everything she wanted but had been afraid to say.

"Yes," was all she said. It was the most complete answer she'd ever given, and she meant it with all of her heart.

Torren leaned down to kiss her, the heat of his mouth branding her lips and making her pulse quicken. She raised her head to kiss him back, but Zanyr still had hold of her wrists. She broke the kiss to tip her head and look at him, and he gave her a wicked little smile.

"Do you want me to release you?" he asked.

She opened her mouth to say yes, but he stopped her with a shake of her head. "Don't answer too quickly. Think about it. Shall I let go, or do you want me to pin you to the bed so you can only squirm and beg for release as Torren starts your first lesson?"

"F-first lesson?" she stammered.

"Mm-hmm," Torren almost purred as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. "You've never been with two males at once. You have no idea the pleasure we can bring you. It's time you learned."

There it was again—a hint of darkness in his tone. It made her insides quiver when he talked that way. Zanyr had it too, the way he'd explained to her what her choices were. To be free, or to trust them with her body. With her pleasure.

She knew what she wanted. Hell, she'd wanted this from the moment she'd first seen Torren fall from the sky. But thinking it was one thing. Saying it was harder. "I… I want…" She pushed the words past her lips. "I want you to pin me to the bed."

"As you wish," Zanyr whispered the words against her lips before kissing her. His beard rasped against her skin, creating an erotic friction that amplified the need already coursing through her body.

Lost in the kiss she shared with one of her mates, she forgot about Torren until his mouth closed over her nipple, drawing it into the heated depths of his mouth.

She uttered a moan and arched her back, offering herself to them. They accepted her invitation with a hunger that took her breath away. Zanyr's tongue tangled with hers as he pressed her down into the mattress, his mouth slanting across hers while his strong hands held hers over her head.

Torren suckled and teased at her nipples, his fingers, and mouth working in concert. She moaned again, desire building until she couldn't think of anything but the pleasure of their touch.

They were relentless, passionate, and utterly focused on her. Stars above and below. She'd never experienced anything like this with her other lovers.

Torren raised his head, depriving her of his mouth. "Hold her for a second. I need to undress."

Zanyr barely acknowledged his anrik 's words, but when Torren rolled away from her, Zanyr took his place. The hard bar of his cock pressed against her thigh as he wrapped himself around her, his mouth and hands laying claim to her body.

"Greedy bastard." Torren laughed from somewhere nearby.

Jenna opened her eyes and got an eyeful of virile, naked Vardarian. Torren's golden scales gleamed as the light played over him, revealing a body as sinful as his smile.

"Wow." Her brain was on autopilot, and what should have been an inside voice moment was instead said out loud.

"Now you've done it," Zanyr chided her with a chuckle. "His ego didn't need a boost."

A well-timed kiss stopped her before she could respond, and by the time it ended, Torren had returned. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he settled himself to one side.

"My turn," Zanyr said, stealing one last kiss before he rolled away.

She kept her eyes on him as he stood and then stripped. His arms and upper torso were thick with muscle and highlighted by the red-gold cast of his scales. His lower body was built just as powerfully, but his scales were bright gold.

"Do I get a wow?" he asked, flexing for her benefit.

Torren ignored the display as he busied himself with guiding her out of the remains of her ruined outfit.

"Wow. Definitely."

Zanyr bowed to her. "Thank you."

"And he says I have an ego." Torren stroked a hand down her stomach, not stopping until his palm covered her mound and his long fingers rested along the seam of her pussy. "Are you ready for your first lesson?"

"Yes. Oh, yes."

Zanyr walked back to the bed, looking thoughtful, and then glanced at Torren.

He must have said something via their link because Torren's eyes brightened and he gave a brisk nod.

"What are you planning?" she asked.

"You'll see," Zanyr said. He stretched out on the opposite side from Torren and then tapped his chest. "Roll over so you're facing Tor."

She complied without thinking about it, earning her a pleased smile from Torren.

A warm hand moved from her shoulder, down her arm, along her flank, and down past her hip. "Leg up," Zanyr coaxed.

He guided her leg upward and back so she was draped over his thigh.

She should have felt exposed like this, her naked body on display, but she didn't. When Torren rolled to face her, she thrilled at the sensation of being caught between their bodies.

Zanyr swept her hair back from the side of her neck and nuzzled the soft patch of skin below her ear. "I've wanted to do this since I first caught your scent on the wind."

Someone, she thought it was Torren, slid a finger into the slick folds of her sex. He stroked her slowly with light teasing touches that only fanned the flames of her desire. She rocked against the pressure of Torren's hand, the gentle motion making Zanyr groan as her ass rubbed over his cock.

Hot, open-mouthed kisses fell on her neck and shoulder while Torren dipped his head to suck on her nipples again. Both of them were pressed against her, hard bodies and harder cocks creating an erotic friction she couldn't get enough of. This had to be the effects of the sharhal . It couldn't be like this every time. Could it? She tried to remember what they'd discussed in classes that, at the time, had seemed graphically in-depth. Now she realized they weren't detailed enough.

She let her hands wander, exploring the ridges and planes of her lovers' bodies. She recalled something from one of the classes and slid her hand over Torren's ribs to his back. His wings were folded neatly against his body, and she ran her fingertips along the edge.

Torren shuddered and growled against her skin.

"Do that again," Zanyr encouraged her.

She did, this time working her fingers closer to his spine and the spot between his wings. The result was explosive. Torren groaned and bucked, his cock as hard as hull plating as he ground himself against any part of her he could reach. She used her free hand to grasp his cock, wrapping her fingers around the thick length.

"Qarf!" Torren swore.

"I think our mahaya has some lessons of her own to teach," Zanyr said.

"You have… no idea." Torren gasped. He raised his head and met her gaze. "If you do that again, blossom, I will skip the introductory course and move on to something more advanced."

She wanted to learn anything they'd teach her. "Show me everything."

"Witnessed," both of them said in the same breath.

Torren stared at Jenna, enthralled by what he saw. She was so beautiful like this with her body and her heart open and vulnerable. Her trust in them was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the mating fever that burned in his blood.

He watched his anrik and their mate for a moment, enjoying the intimacy that could only come from sharing this way. Zanyr held her thigh over the top of his, his other arm beneath her as his hand worked the nub of her nipple. A dot of blood marked a spot on her neck where his fangs had nicked her. They'd have to be careful about that. Neither of them had ever reached these levels of arousal before where their fangs dropped in anticipation of what must happen soon—the bite that would bring their mahaya more pleasure than she'd ever known while marking her as their mate forever.

Jenna ran her fingertips over his back again, pushing his control to its breaking point. Who had told her about that spot? Someone must have. If it had been another male… but no. There'd been no scent of anyone else in her home or on her clothes. She hadn't been with anyone else.

She was theirs. And theirs alone.

He flicked his fingers over the swollen bud of her clitoris, smiling at the way she gasped and writhed in response. He already had a sense of what she liked, and he used that information to push her toward orgasm—the first of many she'd experience tonight.

Every breath he took was heavy with the scent of sex and need, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room. She moaned again, and his fangs dropped, his instincts screaming at him to claim her with cock and fangs, letting their bodies merge and their blood mingle.

Soon, but not yet. When they claimed her, it would be in the bed she'd share with them for the rest of their lives in the home they'd made for themselves, far from judgment and the darkness of the past.

Jenna's moans and cries grew louder as he toyed with her clit, working her closer to the edge until she trembled and gasped, almost begging for release. He gave her what she needed before it went that far. She needed to know what she was begging for first.

His eyes met Zanyr's as he pushed her over the brink and into an orgasm. The two of them shared a moment of satisfaction as their female came with a cry that reverberated down to his soul.

They gave her no time to regain her senses as Torren shifted onto his knees and moved to a spot beside her head. Then he took one of her hands and returned it to his cock, which rose, hard and hot, from between his thighs.

When she opened her eyes, he deliberately held up the hand he'd used to pleasure her, making sure she saw when he licked her essence from his fingers.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the only noise she made was a drawn-out moan as Zanyr adjusted himself so that his cock stroked over the folds of her pussy.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" Torren asked.

"Y-yes."

"And what about me?" he drawled, his hand still covering hers as she stroked his cock.

"You want me to make you come? Don't you?"

"Oh, yes. But you can choose how."

While they talked, Zanyr continued to tease her. He rubbed himself over areas already hypersensitive after her previous orgasm.

"Jenna," he called to her, bringing her attention back to him. "Choose. Hands or mouth."

Her fingers tightened around his shaft as she coaxed him closer. "Mouth." She uttered the word barely a beat before dropping her head and opening her lips to take him inside.

He hissed in surprise and pleasure, his hands tangling in her hair as she plied his length with a surprisingly talented tongue.

"Now that's a sexy sight," Zanyr murmured, watching from his vantage point behind Jenna.

"This is not a reconnaissance mission. Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing right now?" Torren said.

"Right. Right. On it." Zanyr grinned. "Or in this case, in."

Torren felt rather than saw the moment his partner slid himself into her channel. Jenna tensed, and her next moan rolled over her tongue, along his cock, and vibrated his balls. Fraxx , that felt good.

They moved together, the push and pull of sex building into a crescendo of pleasure that threatened his control. They chased each other to new heights of pleasure, reveling in their mate's responsiveness. No longer shy or uncertain, she basked in their attention, drinking it in like a goddess accepting the worship she was due.

It didn't take long for the rhythm to falter as all three of them began the final ascent to release. His control slipped and then shattered as she took him deeper, burying him in soft, wet heat.

Zanyr uttered a strangled groan, his thrusts coming faster now.

Torren lifted a hand from her hair to cup one bouncing breast, his fingers tweaking the diamond hard nub of her nipple until she moaned.

They rode separate waves of pleasure that brought them all to the same place at nearly the same moment.

"Utter perfection," Zanyr said, his voice more growl than words.

Jenna hummed, the sound buzzing over his cock. Something uncoiled deep inside him, and he touched her shoulder in warning.

She only sucked on him harder, and his world shattered around him as she took him over the edge and beyond.

Jenna came so hard Torren felt her body quake with the force of it, her hands shaking as they stroked his cock for every drop of his cum.

Zanyr only lasted a few seconds longer before joining them in a moment of pure ecstasy.

Torren slumped over Jenna, showering her face and hair with kisses while Zanyr pressed his brow to her bare back and fought to catch his breath.

Jenna eventually broke the silence. She raised her head and let his cock slip from between her lips. "Why didn't anyone tell me it would taste this good? It's like candy!"

Torren laughed, his heart overflowing with an emotion he barely recognized—joy. "You taste good too, blossom. So good. I think we'll be feasting on you all night long."

She shivered and sagged back onto the bed. "If you insist."