Chapter Two
Two years later, she was still trying to convince herself she didn’t give a damn what either man felt… or thought. That was the most perplexing thing of all. There were times she swore she knew what one or the other of them was thinking. Since she first met Mikkarn and Kiril on Earth, she’d thrown herself into the work she’d started soon after arriving on Gothe’mar. She blamed her “insight” on nothing more than exhausted paranoia. Maybe if she kept telling herself that, she’d start to believe it.
She’d been given an opportunity to study medicine on Gothe’mar and had grabbed it with both hands. Anything she could learn that might help her people in the future, she would. The work had been hard and mentally taxing, but somehow she learned the complex system of computers and how they related to both Gothe’maran and human physiologies. She was, so far, the only human to complete a residency.
And that was only the beginning.
She was actually teaching the Gothe’maran a thing or two about hands-on medicine. At least, she was teaching Mikkarn. He had a thirst for medical knowledge to rival her own. Since that day on Earth when they first met, he had worked as tirelessly as she had.
They spent almost every working hour together and were so attuned to each other they could anticipate what the other needed, which only confused her more. It was both uncanny and disturbing. Was she really catching his thoughts, or was it all an illusion born from the incredible professional relationship they shared and her own heightened response to him physically? Mikkarn was one hot man and Mara wanted him, badly. Their close working relationship had opened her eyes to the highly intelligent, compassionate man he was. She also sensed a dark side to him. Death was something he simply could not accept, and Mara was certain that was what drove him so hard. Still, Mara wasn’t sure she had ever been attracted to anyone as strongly as she was to Mikkarn.
And through it all, there was Kiril. The silent shadow.
He was always there. Watching.
When they were on Earth, he served as a bodyguard for Mikkarn. Here on Gothe’mar, Mara wasn’t sure what their relationship was. Kiril was a constant presence, like a guardian angel… a very frightening guardian angel. Something about him scared the hell out of her. It wasn’t anything he’d ever said or done so much as his body language. This man was dangerous.
In more ways than one.
Every time he looked at her, she felt the effect physically. He wanted her, that much was certain. His heated, visual caresses and possessive gestures said as much. He never let another man approach her other than Mikkarn and, even though he didn’t speak much, he never missed an opportunity to touch her, to stake his claim without saying a word. He was always gentle with her, tender even, and a simple touch from him was enough to make her skin tingle every time.
Mara looked out her picture window. The beauty of this planet never ceased to amaze her. Because of the rotation of Gothe’mar and the orbit of the planet’s ringed moons, the sun never fully rose or set on this part of the planet, leaving it bathed in perpetual twilight. The plant life adjusted accordingly and there were species of vegetation that could be found only in this region. Mara sighed. She really loved it here.
Unable to help herself, she focused on the residence where the objects of her obsessions lived and laughed. If those two men wanted anything to do with her, other than professionally, they had a funny way of showing it. Neither had offered to spend time with her outside work, and she knew they both had their share of women.
That didn’t stop her from fantasizing about them.
Her fantasies had begun to take on a life of their own. Especially when the men and their women were around the pool. She could easily imagine being one of those women. She didn’t really care which man she imagined touching her. Their images would overlap. She could never really keep them separated. Just thinking about what they did inside that house with those women made her jealous, and she had no idea why.
It also made her wet and horny as hell, and she knew exactly why.
She had it bad.
She’d have to get over it, because she simply didn’t have time to strike up a physical relationship with either of them. God forbid it should lead to anything more, anything serious. Nothing could get in the way of her goals of taking this advanced technology back to Earth, and, hopefully, leaving a small piece of human medicine behind.
Dimming the window for privacy, Mara turned out the lights and headed for bed. Not that she expected a good night’s sleep. She’d given up expecting that months ago. If her rest was to be disturbed, at least her dreams made the long hours worthwhile -- dreams where she experienced the pleasure both men could give her.
Mara sighed. Exhaustion. It had to be exhaustion causing her insomnia. She’d been pushing herself at a grueling pace ever since she’d arrived on Gothe’mar. What else should she expect?
But what a pleasant way to lose sleep.
Giving her pillow a solid punch, she drifted off to sleep, welcoming the sinfully erotic dreams she hoped would follow.
* * *
Mikkarn held Mara tightly as he thrust into her tight, grasping cunt with all his might. Mara knew she was wet and welcoming, as always.
She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her heels on his ass and giving herself leverage to fuck him as vigorously as he fucked her. Her nails raked his back with cutting force as she writhed underneath him, a woman well in the arms of passion.
Mara clutched Mikkarn’s steely arms as he rode her body. His blue eyes darkened in his ecstasy and he looked like some angelic demon. His beautiful face was almost fierce as he fought for… something Mara couldn’t quite grasp. He needed something, something she could give him, if she only knew what it was.
He growled as he lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth over and over, mimicking their wild fucking. Closing her eyes, she moaned as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
Only, his hair was too short, cut almost to his scalp.
When he raised his head, she was looking into the gentle, passion-glazed eyes of Kiril. In one smooth motion, he rolled her over, letting her straddle his hips as she rode him at her leisure.
He palmed a breast in each hand, pulling the nipples, pinching them gently. Mara cried out, throwing her head back.
Grabbing her hips, Kiril surged upward, driving his cock as deep as he could. No way he would last long. Her sweet, tight cunt grasped him until he thought he’d die from the pleasure. He loosened the pins holding her hair in place and tangled his fingers in the unruly mass.
He needed more.
Pulling her down for a kiss, Kiril groaned as he rolled them once again. He plunged into her, one hand roaming down her body to her ass, urging her to move with him.
He growled, pulling her head back by the hair so he could see her face when she came. To his shock, it wasn’t Mara’s sea-green eyes that gazed back at him, but the icy-blue eyes of Mikkarn.
He wanted to stop. He wanted to pull himself out of Mikkarn’s body, but he couldn’t. All he could do was pound the man’s ass mercilessly.
Mikkarn’s own cock was straining upwards and a drop of pre-come oozed from the tip. Without thought, Kiril took Mikkarn’s cock in his hand and pumped in time with his own thrusts.
Mikkarn’s manhood throbbed.
Kiril’s balls tightened…
* * *
Mara’s scream that echoed in each man’s head as they both woke, panting and sweating. Each in his own bed.
The dreams were about to drive Mikkarn crazy. He couldn’t continue to work with Mara in his present state. He went up in flames every time she came near, but he had two damned good reasons why he couldn’t pass her off to someone else in Medical Command.
First, she had knowledge he wanted almost as much as he wanted her. Secondly, and this was really the more important reason, he absolutely couldn’t stand the thought of another man working so closely with her.
That was the least of his worries.
Kiril . They had been friends since boyhood. Kiril looked out for the weaker Mikkarn. Kiril had always been there to watch over him, had insisted on going to Earth with Mikkarn as a bodyguard. He’d made the request to a “high official in Medical Command.” They’d spent a great deal of time together the last couple of years and were very attuned to one another. Perhaps that was the reason for Mikkarn’s dreams. The gods knew the only thing on his mind since meeting Mara was very carnal, very sweaty sex.
Mikkarn wasn’t sure if Kiril realized the intensity of sexual frustration he was experiencing, but for the last year or so, Kiril had gone out of his way to find willing women for some much needed relief. It had started out simply enough. Kiril would introduce Mikkarn to a woman who just happened to be with the woman he had for himself. The night would be spent rather pleasantly, in private.
Then the time came when Kiril only brought one woman. Things had gotten a little out of control and they had shared her, with very satisfactory results for everyone. Since then, they had shared women often.
But they had never had sex with each other. Never wanted to have sex with each other. What in the Universe was happening to him now? Mikkarn sighed. It was all becoming wearisome. His obsession with Mara, his growing attraction to Kiril -- nothing made sense anymore.
As he gazed out the partially dimmed window, he caught sight of Mara standing in front of her own window. Their respective dwellings were close together, something he loved to hate, and her shapely form, clad in a knee-length tunic, was clearly visible. It was the only time he had ever seen her hair fixed any way but in that severe bun.
Backlit softly, her hair surrounded her like a brilliant flame, the tresses tumbling about her face in an unruly mass of curls.
She paced restlessly, glancing toward the house often. Suddenly, she stopped and stared, transfixed by… something.
Confused, Mikkarn looked out the window to his left. Kiril had arrived.
With a guest.
* * *
Mara couldn’t believe her eyes. Kiril stood by the pool, his arms wrapped around a painfully thin, fair-haired woman, kissing her with enough passion to curl any woman’s toes.
Mara knew her. Tamche was a Gothe’maran nurse who worked with Mara and Mikkarn. Mara had seen Tamche with Kiril several times over the last couple of weeks. Not that Mara was paying attention, of course. She just happened to notice. She also just happened to overhear the woman talking to other nurses about her plans to seduce the handsome doctor and his equally sexy bodyguard. From the one conversation Mara had witnessed, she realized Tamche was determined to have one or the other of them as her lover, “… until she could find a suitable mate…”
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Mara realized Tamche was beginning her quest. Mara watched as Kiril cupped his hands underneath Tamche’s ass and picked her up. Mara took a step back. She should leave. This was private .
But she didn’t. Couldn’t . It was almost as if her will was no longer her own. Her heart rate quickened, as did her breathing. A rush of heat curled inside her followed by a drop of moisture trickling from her sex.
Kiril carried Tamche up the two steps of the deck and set her on her feet. Mara watched in fascination as Kiril actually yanked Tamche’s blouse open. Tamche pulled her arms against her body. Apparently she wasn’t expecting him to start this outside. Kiril bent his head close to Tamche, saying something. Mara could see his lips move while he tugged the material from Tamche’s shoulders. His hands caressed her back and Kiril unhooked her bra. Mara could hardly breathe.
Kiril moved Tamche closer to the pool’s edge. He was so tall, when he dropped to his knees, his face was in perfect position for his lips to catch a nipple. He turned so that Mara had a good view. He kneaded Tamche’s very small breasts, tugging the nipples and alternately sucking each of them into his mouth. Kiril wrapped his arms around Tamche’s tiny waist.
Tamche’s head fell back. Mara could almost hear her moan. She knew she should not intrude, but she could no more look away than she could cut off her own hand. Or stop the moisture from soaking through her panties.
She watched as Kiril unzipped Tamche’s red flower print miniskirt and slid it down her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties. Mara gasped with Tamche as he shouldered her legs apart and licked her cunt. One slow swipe. Tamche grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer, her head falling back once again as she squealed her pleasure. Mara heard her this time, even through her closed doors and windows.
Mara moved closer to the window, absently pressing a hand to it as the other found her breast. She watched Kiril lower his mouth to Tamche’s cunt again. The woman’s legs gave way and she stumbled to the deck with Kiril’s mouth still tightly fused between her legs. With Tamche on her back, spread out before him, Kiril settled in to feast, the heavy muscles of his bronzed back rippling as he appeared to make himself more comfortable.
Mara kneaded her own breast, pulling at her nipple when Tamche cried out. Kiril dipped his head to Tamche’s intimate folds once again and Mara let her hand trail from her breast down her belly to the waistband of her panties. She hesitated only a moment before dipping her fingers to comb gently through her curls.
As Kiril entered Tamche with a finger, Mara finally gave in to her desire and glided one finger between the drenched lips of her pussy. She was shocked at how wet she was. Moisture had literally drenched her panties. The musk of her own arousal filled the air around her as she found her clit and moved in slow but persistent circles.
She watched with envy as Tamche received obvious pleasure from Kiril. Her Kiril . That thought followed her to orgasm. She ducked her head as she silently reached her peak. Shock waves pulsed through her body, the ultimate satisfaction.
What am I doing ? Her post orgasmic bliss vanished before she could appreciate it and she was suddenly ashamed of herself. She’d just been a peeping Tom as her co-worker was mouth- and finger-fucked by one of the two men who had starred in her fantasies for the past two years. Flushed with guilt, Mara glanced up to see Kiril ushering Tamche inside.
Kiril stopped at the doorway, turned to capture Mara with that sharp gaze she’d always tried to avoid. The blood left her face. She looked away but couldn’t keep her gaze from his for long. When she looked back, there was amusement on his face as he touched a finger to his brow in salute and grinned. Then he followed Tamche inside.