An Accord
“Okay.” Uncertainty rang out in Toni’s voice as she helped herself to another mouthful of soup.
Mal’s arrangement was good in theory—she’d have the opportunity to spend time with them and analyze their anatomy and way of life—but at what cost? The sex had been astonishing. She couldn’t deny that, but the idea of being bled regularly was less enthralling. Surely, she needed her blood more than they did.
Then there was the matter of her free will. How would the giants react when she chose to walk away, and just as pertinently, how would she make the trek back to base without their help? She couldn’t risk her colleagues’ wellbeing by taking Mal and Ezra right to the research camp, but with no proper clothing or equipment, she’d never survive the journey.
“You agree?” Ezra prompted.
“I…” She peered at Mal, who’d sat down on her other side. “Will you need my blood every day?”
“No.” Ezra smiled. “Now that you’ve provided us with your blood, we shouldn’t need to feed for days. Weeks, even.”
Weeks? She could live with that. Hell, she didn’t want to stay that long.
“But…” Mal interrupted. “Since we’re giving you such a unique opportunity, it might be appropriate for you to gift us more regularly.”
Both Toni and Ezra’s attention rose to face him.
“How regularly?” She swallowed another spoonful, thankful not only for the nourishment but the distraction the meal offered.
Mal considered his answer. “ At least once a week. Naturally, we could combine feeding with more phenomenal sex.”
“Yeah, about that…” She shifted on the bed. “I didn’t expect to have you both at the same time.”
“But you enjoyed it.” Mal’s conceit was riling.
“It was a lot ,” she clarified.
“You had a lot of cock inside you.” Ezra winked, the gesture reigniting her blush.
“And coming with two cocks jammed inside you is really something.” Mal laughed, pulling her hair back gently as she scooped up more soup.
“Yeah, it was.” She had no choice but to agree. She wouldn’t have chosen the act, but its intensity had been mind-blowing.
“ Sir ,” Mal insisted as he tugged at her tresses.
“Sir.” She winced at the fire at her scalp, dimly aware of how it enflamed her clit. Something about his dominance was consistently delicious, whether she liked all the implications or not.
“Mal is an interesting name.” She helped herself to another spoonful, realizing she’d nearly finished the bowlful. “Is that short for Malcolm, Sir?”
Not that it mattered, but Toni was happy to steer him away from the subject of sex. She’d reveled in it, but in order to instigate her research, she needed a clear head.
Ezra sniggered. “Not quite.”
“Aren’t you suddenly curious?” Mal’s smile morphed into a sneer.
“Yes.” She placed her spoon in the empty bowl. “It tends to come with the territory of science, Sir.”
Mal pressed his lips into a hard line, as though he was considering his reply. “Mal is short for Mallikarjun.”
Her brow rose at the answer. “Mallikarjun?”
She’d never even heard the name before.
“It means Lord of Mountains.” Mal’s chin rose. “It’s from a time long before this one.”
“It suits you.” Even she hadn’t expected the reverence in her voice.
“Really?” His pale eyebrow cocked.
“No, I mean it!” she insisted. “It has an air of authority that matches your personality, Sir. That’s all.”
“Well.” Mal glanced at Ezra. “Thank you, little human. You should get some more rest now.”
Rest? Her mind was reeling. Thoughts of the things that had transpired mingled with those that were yet to come, making the idea of more sleep seem unlikely.
“I’d like to explore first.” She looked between them as though they were two, powerful guardians. She supposed in a twisted way, they were. “If that’s okay.”
“Rest firs t.” Ezra patted her hand as if she were a child. “You’ll be weakened by our feed. Give the soup some time to re-energize you.”
She watched as they both rose, offering her bowl to Ezra when he signaled for it. “Thank you for the food. I needed it.”
Mal’s lips curled as he ushered Ezra from the room. “Sweet dreams, little human.”
“What an unexpected day.”
Mal leaned his face into the warm, cascading water of the shower. He didn’t expect Ezra to answer. That would be impossible with his mouth full, but he knew his lover had heard him.
I knew you’d like her, Sir. Ezra’s gaze flitted to Mal’s.
“I do,” Mal’s smile grew. “I didn’t realize how starved I was until you brought little Toni to our lair.”
Glancing down, he skimmed his fingertips over Ezra’s muscular shoulders, relishing the feeling of his hot throat around his cock.
“And now we get to keep her.” Mal had tasked his lover with ensuring his shaft was well-cleaned, but one thing had led to another, and well… he never could resist a man in a shower. “A bit like a pet, I suppose.”
“I don’t think she’ll want to stay that long, Sir.” Ezra gasped as he moved out of the torrent and came up for air.
“Perhaps not.” Mal directed Ezra’s head back to the impatient organ requiring his attention. He might have come numerous times already that day, but the urge was building again, insisting he enjoyed more of Ezra’s throat. “But that won’t be a problem. The human won’t have a choice.”
The End