Chapter 6

Morning finds us tangled beneath the bed sheets.

My eyes peel open ever so slowly as the morning sunlight gleams through the window. The morning breeze is cooler than last night’s, but I love what it does to my skin. My nipples perk up as I stretch my limbs out like the laziest cat, my body tiny while flanked by Yossul and Fadai’s mountainous figures.

I purr softly, smiling as I enjoy every lazy second. My men stir awake with equal delight, and the memories of our lovemaking come flooding back in. We’ve been yearning for one another for so long that it was verging on painful, and none of the times I spent pleasuring myself came anywhere close to the mind-bending orgasms these beasts gave me last night.

“Good morning,” Yossul whispers in my ear.

I don’t get to respond as he quickly covers my mouth with his, hands already roaming freely up and down my body. Fadai’s erection grows menacingly against my hip while his lips find my ear to nibble on.

It’s one of his favorite treats, I soon realize, and it’s making me wetter than ever. Do I even have any energy left in me, though? We were at it all through the night. I doubt we managed to get more than a couple of hours of sleep.

But my body is eager to respond. “Good morning to you, too,” I giggle, turning over to face Fadai so I can kiss him deeply on the lips.

“Let’s not rush anywhere,” he says.

“I don’t think we can,” I reply as Yossul sticks to my back, his cock twitching against my ass cheeks. “I don’t think I want to rush anywhere.”

“It’s my turn, anyway,” Yossul mutters and bites into my nape.

It’s enough to have me squirming in his ravaging hold as Fadai massages my breasts and licks my lips ever so slowly. There’s a fascinating contrast between them. Yossul is the stone, the one who grinds me into specks of dust, while Fadai is the gentle stream of water, glazing my skin and taking me along wherever his course dictates. Yet somehow, they work splendidly together.

All I can do is let myself be dismantled.

But at this early hour, I feel like trying something different. Something I’ve thought about one too many times, and with so little left between us and a possible demise in Pearl City, I’m eager to indulge.

“Fadai,” I say, trying to ignore Yossul’s capable fingers working their way over my hips and right between my legs, where honey-like trickles of desire await. “I need you on your back.”

“Baby, you can have me however you want,” he chuckles and rolls over.

I laugh as I slip out of Yossul’s grip and straddle Fadai, eager to ride him. Slowly, I ease myself onto him, his cock already at full mast and desperate to fill me. He slides in perfectly. I’m a sheath to his sword, and he’s stretching me beyond my wildest dreams. I give it a second or two for my body to adjust.

I lock my sights on Fadai, and he smiles softly, love beaming in the red storms of his eyes while Yossul watches, stroking himself and enjoying every second of a most decadent show. I’m not sure where my mind is, but my reason is nowhere to be found. I don’t need it for this, anyway. It’ll come back to haunt me later. Right now, I’m content with riding my man while my other man watches.

And from this position, I’m getting the best of Fadai. I feel him so deeply; it’s as if our souls have fused together. It takes a turn for the spectacular when Yossul pulls me off him, snarling like the dominant beast he is before he settles me on top of him.

“My turn,” he says. A favorite phrase in the privacy of our bedroom.

I ride him hard while Fadai stands on top so I can service him, too. They enjoy sharing me more than they enjoy fighting. It’s a different, purer kind of pleasure, and I find myself loving this reckless abandonment as I unhinge my jaw to take Fadai in.

“I will burn down the whole of Sunna before I let anybody take you away from us,” Fadai declares in the heat of passion. His words melt my heart. His kindness and his masculinity are strangely perfect together, as he brings out the best in me. I stroke his balls, taking my time squeezing and feeling them hard as rocks in the palm of my hand while I suck on the tip and taste the salty pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.

Yossul holds me firmly by the hips as I grind against him, harder and faster, until my clit can’t take the pressure anymore. My orgasm is quick and savage, and he plants his heels into the mattress so he can savagely pound into me.

“That’s it, baby, give me every drop,” he hisses, relentless in his command of my body.

My breasts bounce with every thrust, and I hold on to Fadai’s cock for dear life, deep-throating him into oblivion while my pussy ripples, wrapped around Yossul and taking everything he’s got to give me.

Before long, I’m drinking Fadai’s ecstasy as Yossul releases his passion inside me, sweat glistening in a myriad of pearls all over my caramel skin. I’m a lover of two fiery devils. I’m the woman of two beasts. I’m the soulmate of vicious and notorious warlords, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. There isn’t enough time left on this planet for us to enjoy one another until we’re spent, though.

We’ve carried this hunger within us for so long. It’ll only get harder later down the line. I know it, and they know it, too.

And still, we cannot help ourselves. We belong together.

I step out of the shower with a mixture of thoughts swirling in my head. Yossul and Fadai lie sprawled across my bed, the afterglow glistening on their gorgeous, naked, red bodies. My fingertips tingle with the memory of touching their horns, of tracing the rugged lines of hard bones all the way to the sharp tips. My thighs tremble. My core is slowly winding down. It’s a shame it has to end.

I’ve lied to myself for long enough. Wrapped in a towel, I walk back into the room with a sour taste in my mouth—the taste of my own stubbornness having defeated me. As soon as they see me, Yossul and Fadai understand something has changed.

My reason has returned with a vengeance, and it’s determined to keep me from exploring this any further. My desires no longer matter.

“We still have a war to fight,” I tell them. The tremor in my voice betrays my emotions, but I keep my chin up. “We cannot carry these feelings into the coming battle. You know it, and I know it. We cannot afford any kind of weakness against an enemy intent on exploiting every crack in our armor.”

“Jewel…” Yossul tries to speak, but I raise my hand to silence him.

“We got it out of our system. I’m sure you both agree. We’ve been together for so long, we’ve gotten so close over the years, this was bound to happen,” I reply. “And while I would like nothing more than to keep doing this until the end of time, we have to face the hard truth. Our work isn’t done.”

“So, we cannot be together unless we win the war. Is that what you’re insisting upon?” Fadai retorts. The anger in his voice is palpable, yet he retains his composure as he slowly sits up. “Is that it, Jewel?”

“Yes. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we claim to protect,” I say. “Clear heads. Strong hearts. And we see it through to the end.”

“If that’s what you want,” Yossul reluctantly concedes, but his gaze never stops drilling an abyss deep into my soul. “All we can do is respect your wishes. It doesn’t mean we agree.”

“You don’t have to agree,” I say. “I just need the three of us to be on the same page. Pearl City isn’t going to be easy. In fact, it’ll probably get more of our people killed.”

“You don’t know that,” Fadai shoots back.

“We’ve seen too much not to anticipate how this mission may end. The stakes are higher for both sides of the front line,” I say. “And the Sky Tribe will not hesitate to defend their last starships with everything they’ve got.”

Yossul scoffs and shakes his head as he gets out of bed and motions for his brother to follow him. “Yeah, we get it. You’ve had your fun, we’ve had ours, and now, it’s time to get back to business,” he says. “Like the good little soldiers we are.”

They are anything but little.

Yet I cannot say much else. I’ve made my point, and they must accept it. I watch in painful silence as they put their clothes back on and walk out of my room without giving me a second glance. They must feel rejected, and I feel terrible for putting them in this position. The truth is undeniable, however.

What is ahead might kill one or more of us.

Because I’ll be damned if I’ll let the Sky Tribe launch any of those remaining starships. I’ll die screaming and kicking and taking that whole fucking army with me if it helps keep them away from Earth, away from doing to other women what they tried to do to my friends and me.