Chapter Fifteen
They were both soaking wet from excitement. As thick as the double impalement was, he was sliding in easily. Charity was stunned…then he found her inner sensitivity, and she had no room to be anything but incredibly aroused. So aroused that when he paused, she tried to bounce to take him in.
“You need to adjust,” he growled. “ Sholt , Matara.”
It was his tone rather than the word slamming her to a halt. It held command she dared not defy despite the hunger eating up her insides. She froze in place, shuddering as she stared wide-eyed at Ilid.
His expression was as domineering as his voice. Charity had met few possessing such mischief-killing authority. Her father and two of her sister’s clanmates, Piras and Lokmi, had been the only others who’d wielded it so powerfully.
She trusted Ilid. She also didn’t dare question him when he looked at her as he did now.
The slight smile twitching a corner of his mouth did nothing to lessen the effect. “Better. My pace, for your own good. Do you understand?”
She nodded, unsure if she possessed a voice.
His gaze remained locked on hers as he pressed in a little further. Despite the thrill shooting straight to her skull as his cocks delivered intense friction, his bald stare kept her from demanding everything. She groaned and gripped him hard, but offered no attempt to insist on him moving faster or deeper than he was willing to allow.
Because he held all the control, Charity was able to acknowledge the ache of taking him. She also noted it added rather than detracted from the violent pulses of need running through her, inciting recklessness. He was wise to be cautious. The part of her not impatient for all he could give her appreciated his care.
“Good, Matara,” he praised. “Almost there.”
His approval warmed her more than she wanted to acknowledge. Charity covered her delight and unease by kissing him. She did so sweetly rather than displaying the passion that threatened to make her too demanding. He returned it in kind, though she sensed he was expending huge effort to hold back. The strengthening jerks from his cocks betrayed how close he was to losing his impressive control over himself.
Her mound met his groin. He was in her, all the way. Charity shuddered. The force of his girth against her hotspot had her on the verge of climax. She couldn’t imagine holding off the instant he moved again.
“ Werpac ,” she reluctantly ground out between clenched teeth, her breath quick. “Shit, it won’t matter how slow you go. I’m too close.”
“Don’t worry about it. I doubt you’ll be far ahead of us.” He chuffed laughter as he panted. “Detodev’s been growling nonstop for the past couple of minutes.”
He was right. A glance at the Nobek next to her showed his pupils had bloomed so the slightest slivers of purple irises remained. His leer was feral. If it hadn’t excited Charity so much, she’d have been terrified.
“Sorry,” he managed. “You two are amazing to watch. Thinking of when I get to join in…yeah, I’m on the edge.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Ilid smirked. “Mitag, are you ready?”
“To explode? Yeah, but I’ll give this my best effort.” His warm breath on Charity’s ear, the feeling of him moving behind her, made passion leap. Her pussy convulsed.
“Hair trigger for us all,” Ilid gasped.
Something brushed Charity’s rear entrance, then settled on it. She stilled, her whole body freezing. No way. Mitag couldn’t possibly be considering—
The pressure built. Her ass yielded, albeit grudgingly. He wasn’t just considering, he was doing . With Ilid’s pair in her.
“This…this can’t be possible.” She experienced merely the slightest ache, and Mitag had paused already. Panic hadn’t set in, so she was able to speak in a halfway reasonable tone.
“Very possible,” Detodev rumbled. “You had me there last night.”
She had, but while only one cock filled her pussy. Were three conceivable?
Mitag’s chest moved against her spine in big waves of breath. He’d said he was on the brink of losing control. Nevertheless, he managed to tell her, “I’m going slow. Being careful. I won’t hurt you.”
“None of us will.” Ilid kissed her gently to underscore the reassurance.
As he did so, he moved ever so slightly, so his cocks rubbed her inner hotspot. Excitement flared anew, and Charity forgot to be concerned. Under rapture’s spell, Mitag’s slow impalement lost any discomfort. He gave just intense sensation, which fed the fever of need consuming her.
She hoped taking them in such a way was possible. It was too incredible not to try. The seconds stretched to a minute, then two. She concentrated on softening to the gradual invasion, eager to experience an act she’d never dreamed of.
“Mother of All,” Mitag at last moaned. “I can’t believe I made it. You feel amazing, Charity. So unbelievably fantastic.”
Ilid was quaking. “I could feel you moving in her. I nearly lost it twice. One stroke, and I’m done.”
“I have a suggestion,” Detodev said as he climbed to stand on his bed. “Next time we do this, we get off quick first…just do it however it works…then we’ll take our time while we warm up for the second round.”
Charity eyed the pair of glistening cocks he’d brought to eye…make that mouth…level. The scent coming off him woke a hunger to gobble him. Her pussy was spasming steadily now, needing probably only Ilid’s single available stroke to finish the job. “What’s to keep this from being Round One? Sleep is vastly overrated, you know. We’re young, horny, and impetuous. Let’s take advantage of it and set a world record number of fucks tonight.”
Wheezing laughter answered her ribald challenge. “I recover quick,” Ilid said. “I’m up…and hard…for the challenge.”
“The advantages of our youth,” Mitag panted.
Charity rolled her eyes up at Detodev, looming so far above. He was a living god of primitive lust; she, his willing acolyte. “Feed me, big man. Let’s make this happen so we can get going on the next.”
He growled. His hips dipped, and Charity slid as much of his primary in her mouth as she could manage. Her lips and tongue stroked the luscious sweet-spicy length, her head bobbing.
An instant later, Ilid’s hips rocked. He slid outward, then in again. As he filled her, Mitag retreated to the tip of his cock. They alternated as both men proved they had more than a single stroke available.
Ilid managed three thrusts. Charity thought Mitag reached four, but the second the Dramok shouted and his cocks pulsed, Detodev’s passion flooded her mouth. Their combined release set off her own devouring orgasm, so she wasn’t entirely sure when her third lover joined in.
Afterward, when the violent surges eased to quieter pulses of pleasure, she found herself embraced by the men, Detodev having knelt. Or maybe he’d fallen to his knees. Charity wasn’t sure if they trembled in the aftermath thanks to her own quivering, but it felt as if they did.
Holy shit, I had sex with three men at once. Her mind boggled as her body slowly settled into a contented hum. How had they gotten her to trust them to do such an act? Sure, she’d had moments of hesitation, but for the most part, there’d been a sense of easy reliance on their responsibility for her welfare. She couldn’t imagine having equal faith in any other trio of men.
They began to stir. First Mitag, then Ilid, cautiously drew their sexes from her. She missed feeling them inside, as if important parts of her own body had been subtracted.
It made no sense. She couldn’t wrap her head around the sensation of loss.
“Are you okay?” Ilid’s gaze was intent on her face.
“Yeah, just wishing you weren’t exiting the premises. That was amazing.”
“If rushed,” Mitag chuckled. “I felt like a teenager who had yet to learn control. Such an incredible experience.”
“It was.” Detodev’s features were relaxed. He looked happy. “Who needs water?”
They all did. They clumsily left the bed, laughing at their awkwardness as they staggered on stiff legs to Detodev’s kitchen. He provided cups of water, fruit juices, and snacks. They sat naked at his table, grinning in a sort of shocked fashion, as if they couldn’t believe what they’d done. They exchanged cautious glances of inquiry as well. Finally Detodev brought up what they all wanted to ask.
“You’re staying the entire night, right? I do believe someone spoke of setting a record for sex? I have stim tabs.”
Their laughter answered. Ilid waved his hand in a ‘come on’ gesture. “Serve them up, my friend. We have maybe six hours until daylight?”
“I guess I’d better com Sara.” Charity flushed to think of the required check-in, but she had no intention of going home. The boys offered too much fun to refuse.
* * * *
Hours had passed, hours he’d normally be in bed asleep, but Wilkes and his guest were still talking after the assistant chief had summoned the man to his home.
“I can’t do anything for O’Neal. They caught him, and Chief Connelly’s determined to interrogate him tomorrow. He swore he wouldn’t reveal the woman’s real identity, because it’ll make it harder for us to take her if Connelly’s aware. The trouble is, when he starts ranting…”
Jeff Eastman, who owned a small sheep ranch five miles from Sunrise, watched Wilkes carefully. “O’Neal’s usually true to the cause of believers, but he’s most loyal to himself. If Connelly offers him a deal…if he convinces him to run his mouth…”
“I know. He spied at the coward Nobek’s house on his own. I never would have trusted him to do that kind of work for this very reason. He’s put the whole operation in danger.” Wilkes pounded his fist on the table. “Asshole.”
“What are you going to do about him? The cause is our priority.” Eastman’s tone was flat, almost disinterested, but his dark eyes set in his weathered face glittered malevolence.
“It is. I’ll see to it he tells Connelly nothing.”
It was too bad O’Neal’s ardent support of a moral Earther mentality was superseded by his stupidity. There were damned few people Wilkes could count on when it came to keeping tabs on the sinners of Haven.
Wilkes set aside the unpleasant task he had to perform for the last trick he had up his sleeve to nab Charity Nath. “Our main mission hasn’t changed. You know who to talk to. Have them ready to go on my word.”
* * * *
Charity woke to see the first light of a new day creeping in the window. It offered her a dim view of her surroundings. She might have muttered a few obscenities to be conscious at such an hour after so little sleep, except the surroundings were extremely nice.
Next to her was Ilid. Ridiculously handsome despite his tousled hair and the crease between his brows proclaiming his dreams weren’t necessarily as sweet as hers had been, he was indeed a fine sight to wake to. Ditto for Mitag on her other side, his features the opposite of Ilid’s: peaceful and content. Maybe it was because of the heavy, scarred arm slung around his waist from behind. Detodev’s fingers on her waist twitched, as if he were awake and listening for her to speak or return to sleep.
She was surrounded by sheer gorgeousness, a decent compensation for having woken after less than two hours of sleep. Thinking how most of the night had been spent brought a grin.
I could get used to this, as long as it’s with these three.
Her high spirits stuttered at the spontaneous thought and the visions it brought. Where the hell had the notion come from? Ilid, Mitag, and Detodev had committed to lives on Planet Farm Hell, a place Charity Nath had absolutely no intention of staying. How could she possibly be happy on Haven and its sad little redneck towns and ever-present aroma of fertilizer?
She loved the excitement of cities and their entertainments. She wanted to go to clubs and dance, to dine in fine restaurants, to celebrate at concerts and the best shows. Beyond experiencing avenues of fun, she wanted to discover new stars and planets and make a name for herself in the astronomical community.
She’d found heavenly bodies, all right. She’d discovered men who seemed to get her as no one else had, even if she made Detodev’s eyes roll most of the time. But they were only a temporary distraction until she could escape Haven. They couldn’t possibly be a reason for her to remain on this shitkicker planet once the Earthtique and Dark threats were done. She had dreams for a life far from here.
Calm down. It was only a stray brain wave, probably brought on by too little sleep, she advised herself. Nonetheless, her gaze traced the features of the pair she could see, and her chest ached at the idea of giving the trio up.
Detodev lay quiet, listening to his companions breathe. Charity’s respiration hadn’t evened yet, indicating she remained awake. Surely not for the day, however. They’d indulged in exuberant physical activity for hours. Unlike him, she didn’t have to get up in ten minutes to prepare for work. Thank the ancestors he had plenty of stim tabs to get him through the day.
A low buzz filled his ears, and Detodev was up in a flash. Who the hell would be at his door so early in the morning? Surely it wasn’t another asshole attempting to attack Charity.
It better not be. Protectiveness brought the urge to tear any would-be assailant limb from limb to the fore.
The door announce’s summons had brought his overnight guests to full wakefulness. They sat up in bed. Ilid sprang up and yanked on his pants as Detodev did.
“Stay put. I’ll see who it is,” the Nobek told them as he headed for the front of the home.
He’d trotted halfway through the hall when he noticed Ilid was right behind him. The Dramok glanced at him, his brow raised in challenge. For a moment, Detodev entertained the notion of grabbing him, pitching him into the sleeping room, and locking him in. Then he remembered how Ilid had talked him down from hurting the stalker of the night before.
Detodev kept going, glad despite his concerns to have someone who could help him thwart his violent Nobek tendencies.
They paused at the door, standing on either side in case a blaster shot was waiting outside. At Ilid’s brief nod, Detodev thumbed the intercom and barked, “Who is it?”
“Good morning to you too, Detodev. May I come in?”
The Nobek exhaled at Sara’s amused tone. “Door, open.”
The lovely woman who’d been a better mother to him than his own stood on the doorstep, a massive covered basket in her arms. Detodev rushed to take the heavy container from her and inhaled the delicious smells coming from it in appreciation. “Hello, Matara Sara. I apologize for the rude greeting. I’d just woken up, and after catching the spy last night—”
Her raised hand cut him off. “It’s fine, sweetie. I brought breakfast for everyone. Hi, Ilid. How are you?”
Detodev didn’t miss her noting their shirtless, shoeless states. Obviously, Ilid did too, because his gaze dropped. He shuffled his feet. “Fine, Matara Sara. Good morning.”
“I take it Jennifer is still asleep? And Imdiko Mitag? You can reheat their meals when they peel their eyes open.”
“This is very nice of you,” Detodev said.
“In appreciation for you keeping Jennifer safe. Also, I’m giving you the day off with pay. You and your friends rest and have fun.” Wearing a bright, knowing smile that made Detodev want to sink into the floor, she patted him on the arm. Sara hurried to her shuttle, which waited in the front yard.
“Why is this as embarrassing as if it were my mom who’d shown up?” Ilid said.
“Because a mom is a mom, even if she isn’t ours.” Detodev snorted and headed for the kitchen. Tired or not, he was up for the day. If he had to function, so did the rest. He yelled, “Charity! Mitag! Breakfast is here.”
* * * *
Despite the heavenly aroma of egg, sausage, and cheese casserole, Charity groaned to hear of Sara’s breakfast delivery. The woman was as much family to her now as her Aunt Ruth and Uncle George. “I should just take out an ad to declare I had sex with you guys. Clan Amgar is about half the population of Sunrise, right? Might as well let the rest know.”
“At least she wasn’t judgmental or upset,” Mitag said as he passed a plate of fluffy biscuits.
“She wouldn’t, being clanned to Kalquorians herself.” Detodev sighed. “When I lived on their farm, she was always trying to introduce me to young ladies she knew. She can’t seem to stand anyone being on his own.”
Ilid came in the room, having taken a couple minutes to com his parent clan. Charity noted his face was flushed. “More parental types acting smug to know their youngling is having a romantic tryst?”
“My mother guessed it was you, and she’s delighted,” Ilid grouched as he sat down. Mitag slapping a slab of casserole on his plate for him appeared to cheer him a little. He inhaled, smiling.
“Wild happenings on Haven. I’m glad it’s ‘Jennifer’s’ reputation and not mine being wrecked,” Charity ruefully chuckled.
“Few on Haven care,” Detodev reminded her. “It’s a free-for-all on this planet when it comes to dating and sex. Nothing’s more fun when you aren’t farming or ranching.”
“Good point. Lacking clubs or attractions to visit, it leaves plenty of time to explore matters of a carnal nature.” When Charity thought of how repressed life had been on the original Earth, then the battlecruiser she’d escaped the dying planet on, she had a surreal moment of appreciating the changes in attitudes since she’d been a young teen.
“Now you’re figuring out why some of us like this planet. The all-night indulgence of our favorite hobby seems to have appealed to you,” Mitag snickered.
She smirked a challenge to her companions. “But if nothing’s too outrageous, what’s the point? Surely we can get up to shenanigans worth raising eyebrows.”
The men grinned at her and each other. Once again, she was struck by how different Detodev and Ilid were when they forgot to be reserved.
“It’ll be fun to try to figure out, if nothing else,” Ilid chuckled.
After fortifying themselves thanks to Sara’s excellent breakfast, they set out to do just that.