121. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
A nya
Rynn’s right. It is like a fairytale. Zar and Rynn get to be princes. I get to be a princess. Take that Disney, you ain’t got nothin’ on me. And best of all, for the rest of my life I’ll have not one but two attentive males who love me more than life itself. Just as I love them.
We left Kato on the stone floor in that crappy conference room. The guards will carry him back to his cell and what becomes of him after that, I really don’t care. As long as he’s punished.
Before we enter our suite, the captain of the guard approaches Zar with a logistical question. After he answers it, Zar instructs, “We’re not to be interrupted until I contact you again,” then pulls me through the doorway.
“Sorry, Rynn,” he says, “I know this room isn’t as fancy as the King’s suite you’re used to.”
“It’s fine,” is Rynn’s reply. It’s wonderful that they converse out loud so I can be privy to what’s going on in that handsome head. “Whatever this lacks in opulence, I’ve gained in better company.”
We all laugh. It’s good to feel light again. It’s been tense for so long.
I must admit, amidst my excitement about what’s coming next, I’m also feeling a little shy. I’ve made love with Zar’s body a thousand times. With two males inside it? Not so much.
“Nervous, Love?” I don’t need his fingers around my wrist to know this is Rynn. He has the most uncanny knack of tuning in to my feelings.
I nod.
“We’ll do this at your pace, or not at all. We don’t need to consummate this commitment right away.”
The male has been dying for this for months. Now he’s offering to wait longer? I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s such a worthy male.
“Now that I’ve been genuinely invited in and know I have a rightful place here, if you want, I can wait in the orchard. I don’t have to even be—”
“Don’t even say it. We’re going to figure this out. Tonight,” Zar insists.
Smiling, they allow their eyes to show the warmth of their affection. Then they stalk to me, turn me in a half circle, and embrace me from behind. Their touch is full of love and totally unthreatening as they rock me back and forth.
“Would it shock you,” Rynn whispers in my ear, “if I admitted how many times I imagined this? How many times I pictured in my mind what’s about to happen?”
“No. I wouldn’t be shocked. Tell me, Rynn. What do you really look like? I want to be able to picture you when we’re touching.” I probably shouldn’t have asked. What if he describes an antenna’d slug or Jabba the Hut? I cringe, wishing I could pull back my words.
“You never asked Zar?”
“No, but maybe you shouldn’t—” I’m really regretting my question now.
“I was formless until I met you. I was born as a sparkle of light, and I maintained that in my Boklorn bodies. It wasn’t until I constructed the internal living space for Zar that I gave myself a visage.”
“You made the treehouse and the command center for me?” Zar asks.
Treehouse? Command center?
“Yes. I thought it would provide you a sense of comfort.”
“That’s the first place I killed you,” Zar says. I don’t detect a hint of shame in his voice.
“Someday you’re really going to have to tell me about that,” I interject.
“We had a rough start,” Rynn placates. Are they always going to cover for each other? It’s adorable. “I was already in love with you, Anya. When I had to pick a face and body, I chose a—”
“Human,” I interrupt. “Let me describe him.”
They lift an eyebrow in question.
“Shoulder-length hair the color of mine?”
He nods.
“A face almost pretty enough to be a woman, but a masculine jaw and a sexy gaze?”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Rynn’s voice is self-deprecating.
“Yes,” Zar admits. “He’s almost too pretty to live in a gladiator’s body.”
“How do you know what I look like?” Rynn asks me.
“I hate to admit this in front of Zar,” I say, “but that male invaded my dreams since before we met Valeris and Avania. I thought I’d lost my mind.”
Since my abduction, I’ve encountered a lot of things I can’t explain, but this odd phenomenon definitely goes to the top of the list. Visions of slugs and Jabba the Hut are banished and I can keep the picture of my handsome Rynn in my mind when we make love.
I turn in their arms, lift onto my toes, and throw my arms around their neck, then lay my lips on theirs. The night is going to turn sensual in moments, but this kiss is far from it. I realize my two males kissed during the transfer, but in our ceremony, the groom never got to kiss the bride.
If this were a book, this mere brushing of lips would take up an entire volume. It signals all the commitment and love that people can share. The warmth and softness of our lips are full of sweetness and promise.
“I love you. I love you both,” I say when I finally pull away.
“My beloved,” says Zar.
“My love,” says Rynn.
Rynn
I’ve had the pleasure of our mate’s body for annums , brother. I’m right here, but you’re at the helm, Zar says as he sits in one of the command chairs .
The female of my dreams is in my arms. Any reason for guilt has been banished. She’s rightfully mine to love and hold and enjoy.
Slipping my hand under her curtain of hair, I cup the nape of her neck and tug her toward me. Her kiss to me was a pledge of love. I’ve told her of my love in a thousand different ways. My kiss to her now promises nothing other than to signal my intention to pleasure her all night long.
My lips tease her with little smacking noises. They culminate with a wet swipe along the seam. When I press closer, I feel her smile, the corners of her lips tipping up in happiness.
I vow to spend the rest of my life making her happy, but that is not my mission tonight. Tonight I want to make her scream in passion.
I trail little pecks to her ear, then whisper, “You’ve made love to this body a thousand times, Anya, but I’ve never known yours. Be bold tonight. Teach me.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to love me like Zar does. I’ll teach you nothing. Learn me, Rynn. Discover me on your own. Create your own playbook.”
Something inside me cracks open. Until my end of days, this moment, this moment right here, will always be the moment time will be measured by. My memories will be sorted as either before or after Anya said those words. Because the Rynn of before is no more. She just created a new one. This Rynn is going to take what he wants. At least in the bedroom.
After turning her in my arms so her back is toward me, I hit the autozip on her beautiful crimson dress. Not wanting to wait for it to slide to the floor, I pull it down only to notice she’s wearing no undergarments. Not on top or bottom.
“Don’t. Move.” I can barely get the words out through my dry throat.
I drink her in from her softly rounded shoulders to the indent at her waist to her rounded hips. The cleft of her bottom beckons. Although I want to explore, I need to finish my visual feast.
Stepping around her, I smile as I drink her in. Her breasts are as sumptuous as I remember from the night she gave me my first orgasm from her talented mouth. A memory I frequently called to mind when I stroked myself in the king’s bedchamber. Those beautiful pink tips are already puckered in arousal.
I hear Zar behind me, breathing in deeply. Maybe he’s enjoying her scent, or maybe it’s just a hint for me to do the same. Yes. Her arousal scent. It’s already perfuming the air and I haven’t laid a finger on her.
“You’re the most beautiful being I have ever seen,” I whisper, then bridge the distance between us and nip my way from the spot behind her ear, down the cords of her neck, to her collarbone. I never thought of it as an erogenous zone, but when I scrape it with my fangs, she sucks in a harsh breath and arches her back in invitation for me to do it again.
I oblige, only to receive a gift of more of her scent.
Nipping downward, my mouth arrives at her nipple at the same moment my hands cup both her breasts. I lick and nip and suck one while my thumb strums the other.
“Rynn,” she breathes dreamily as her nails squeeze my upper arms.
My cock hammers at my clothes. I not only love her touch, but her response to me. I feel like a maestro playing the galaxy’s finest instrument.
Switching sides, I work her other nipple with my mouth while I pluck its mate. Unsheathing one of my claws, I drag the tip across it until she moans deep in her throat. The sound of her pleasure makes me feel more like a king than I ever did when I was in Kato’s body.
I keep switching breasts, finding creative ways to play with my new toys. I notice everything about this moment—the silken feel of her skin under my fingertips, the way she responds when I brush my mane across her breasts, the sweet taste of her. It’s a heady package.
“Naked,” she says as she tries to ease my jacket from my shoulders.
“Not yet.” I give the tip of her nipple a harder nip as a scold.
“Rynn,” she breathes in pleasure.
I’d been careful not to be too rough, but it appears she likes a firm touch.
I nip the other hard bud with the flat of my front teeth and she gets so weak-kneed I have to hold her up. Her scent in the room is now so heavy, I can taste it on my tongue. Which prods me to change locations.
Lifting her is easy in this magnificent body I’ve been gifted. I stride to the bed and lay her down.
“Naked,” she pleads, but I simply shake my head.
Keeping my clothes on allows me to remain leashed. I’ve discovered my animal side lately, and I don’t want to expose her to it. Yet.
Circling both her ankles with my hands, I split her wide and enjoy the view.
“You’re beautiful, Love.”
“You are, too. Especially when you’re naked ,” she pouts.
“Not yet. Right now, you’re on the menu.”
I nip and bite and purr my way up her leg and inner thigh, then breathe in a great gust of her scent. Earlier today, I thought I was a dead male. Now I’m taking a trip to heaven.
I nuzzle my nose against her, gathering her scent on my face as I toss my head side to side and up and down. When I first smelled this, I gave it a name. The Anya Scent. It feels primitive, covering myself in it. I want to pleasure her and own her and make her come and slide inside her—all at the same time.
First things first. I must have her on my tongue. From this moment forward in my life, I vow to do nothing by half measures. I spear my tongue into her as deep as it will go. This pulls a low moan from her as she bends her knees to open herself more widely to me.
My eyes roll back into my head for a moment when her intimate flavor bursts upon my tongue. I’ve never tasted anything like it before, yet it’s as if I’ve always known this is what my Anya would taste like. I lick her, like the feline I now am. Allowing the burrs on my tongue to stimulate her.
I’m still getting the lay of the land when my flat nose bumps her pleasure button. I have all the information in the galaxy at my disposal. Since our first kiss in the kitchen, I’ve studied human female anatomy. I know the importance of this territory, but hearing her moan, feeling her writhe, I didn’t expect my simple touch to elicit this response.
She’s gripping my mane, her fingers threaded through the hair, her thumbs on the edges of my rounded ears. She knows this spot arouses me. Does she want me to lose myself in her?
“Make me come,” she says as she hunkers closer, pressing against me.
Gripping her hips, I extend my claws just a fraction and let them flex against her skin.
“Rynn!”
Somehow I know this wasn’t shouted in distress. My Anya likes a bit of pain with her pleasure.
I repeat the action, then move the playing field to the glistening slit lying open in front of me. Lapping at her little bud garners a wiggle, but pressing elicits a moan and a thrust. Anya’s body isn’t hard to learn if I just pay attention.
I work the little nub, learning when to flick it hard and fast and when to press in deep, slow circular strokes.
She’s not shy about letting me know what she likes. Sometimes she moans or hisses. At others, she rolls her hips and thrusts them wantonly into my face. When she’s quiet and still, it’s time to change tactics.
Her cream is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, especially since I know it’s a display of her pleasure. My cock and balls ache. They’ve been ready to burst since I rammed my tongue into her channel for the first time. All the more reason to keep my clothes on.
“Finger,” she says as her head thrashes on her pillow.
My claws are fully retracted when I slide a finger into her warm, wet canal. My cock will never forgive me. He wants to be buried there.
Pressing harder with my tongue and then the flat of my nose, I feel her muscles tighten as her nails press into my shoulders. Her release overtakes her, and she rides her pleasure with gusto. The keening noise she makes, taking no care to rein it in, is almost enough to make me spend.
Her pleasure seems endless as her inner walls spasm around my finger. I slip another inside and feel like a king when her keening moans ratchet up a notch, telling me I added to her bliss even more.
The intensity of her release seems to slow, but when I quit stimulating her bundle of nerves, she breathes, “Don’t stop.”
When I resume licking, everything seems to go wrong. I can feel her pulling away, yet she just asked for more.
Soft for a moment, Zar coaches. The moment her hips beckon again, get back at it.
Rather than resent his instructions, I follow them. I lick softly and clutch her hips harder, letting her know I’m still with her. Her body settles down, then ramps up again.
The moment she pants and thrusts her mound up toward me, I get into the rhythm she liked best and within moments she hurtles into another boundless orgasm. At the peak, as I’m pounding my fingers into her, she calls my name.
It takes all the control I’ve got to keep from spilling in my pants. My female called my name at the peak of her pleasure! Is there anything in the history of the universe better than that? I don’t need to search the depths of my database for the answer, because the answer is a resounding no.
I feel like a king.
“No more,” she pleads when her bliss has ended and I gear up for another round. “Come up. Put your head on the pillows and kiss me.”
“How did I exist three thousand annums without you?” I rumble into her ear when we’re cuddled together.
“You’ve got me now, big guy.” She starts to snuggle closer, but then protests. “Take. Your. Clothes. Off!”
You can’t stall any longer, Rynn. We get to make love to our mate, Zar says.
How? I ask.
Don’t be dense.
I join him for a moment in our command center and punch his arm. He gives me an indulgent smile. It wasn’t that long ago he would have taken my head off, literally. Now his smile is warm and caring.
I meant, are we going to do this together?
Yes. It will work well. We’re a team now.
Although we just mated each other as well as Anya, it makes me feel good to hear him call the two of us a team.
We bound out of bed and begin tearing off our clothes. Before we get the hang of coordinating our movements, I almost strangle us as I try to pull an intricately tied cloth off our neck. With only one or two more missteps, we manage to toss all our clothes on the floor.
As we crawl into bed, Anya bawls, “Stop!”
“What, Love?”
“A girl needs a moment to look. I feel like the wolf in an old fairytale. I want to eat you up.”
“That could be arranged,” slips out of my mouth far too quickly. Zar punches my arm inside and hisses, You want her mouth on our cock, my male? You don’t want to be sheathed inside her hot channel? Don’t be a fool.
I bow to your greater knowledge, I tell him. Just thinking of the picture his words painted makes me feel the urgent need to slide into her.
We preen for her at the foot of the bed as her eyes become brighter. When Zar shakes his ass at her, I’m scandalized for only a moment, then I enjoy performing for her. When her little mouth pops open and she lets out a moan, we stop our show and climb next to her.
“Need more foreplay?” Zar asks as we pluck both her nipples in unison. He twists a bit on the release, silently giving me advanced pointers as we progress.
“For a minute,” she says as she sinks into the mattress and nudges us out of the way so she can open herself to us.
We bend to flick one nipple with our raspy tongue while we twist the other, and within moments I can tell by the pitch of her moans that she’s ready for more. The scent in the room leaves no question about her level of arousal.
Settling our hips between her thighs, our hand over her wrist and our tail around her ankle, I hold her gaze and whisper, “I love you, my Anya.”
“I love you, Rynn. And Zar.”
“My beloved,” he murmurs.
When we place our cock along her folds and slide along their silken heat, I understand why poems are written and songs are sung and statues are forged all in homage to this. This. The intimacy, the pleasure.
My cock is dripping with excitement. It mingles with her cream as we glide up and down, teasing both us and our beloved.
We’re purring now, the vibration penetrating through our torso all the way to our cock and balls. Zar’s got control of the body, and he pauses for a moment, ensuring I’m ready, before he plunges into her.
Bliss. It’s tight and wet and warm and welcoming and the best thing in the universe. When we grip her shoulders and pump into her, it’s the most spectacular thing I’ve ever felt. I watch her face. It’s the picture of ecstasy. I couldn’t love her more.
The pleasure carries me away. It doubles and then doubles again, and for a moment, I can’t think of anything but reaching the pinnacle of satisfaction. We’re slamming into her, pounding against her flesh until the slap of fur on flesh resounds around the room.
“Don’t stop,” she cries as she grabs our forearms and strains her pelvis against our onslaught, meeting our every thrust with one of her own.
She cries out our true name, “Zar-Rynn,” as she finds her release.
To feel her channel clenching me, clenching our cock, is the body’s truest expression of love and affection.
Zar helps her change position, using his hands to urge her onto all fours.
You’ve seen the four white puncture wounds on her shoulder? he asks.
Yes. I always meant to ask—
I bite her. It binds us.
Doesn’t it hurt? I don’t want to hurt her. I love her too much.
It will make her come again—hard. It’s another connection. Quit talking and get to work!
Me?
You and you alone, my brother. It’s my gift to you. A mating gift. When the act is done, it will be your mating gift to her.
Something shifts inside me. It’s partly in my mind, but somehow in my physical being. As I allow myself to contemplate this act, the desire for it grows and builds. Maybe it’s bleeding through from Zar, but I feel more animalistic than I could have imagined. Although I’ve never experienced this before, I want to bite my mate.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she urges. Is it something about this position that signals what I’m about to do? She’s certainly indicating her desire.
My eyesight changes. Everything is blurry except the spot on her shoulder where my teeth have pierced her before. I want to bite her, to taste her, to tether us even closer.
As soon as I place my fangs on her shoulder, I feel her inner walls spasming around my cock as she releases a low, animalistic growl of her own. When I bite her, it’s her scream of passion that causes me to jet into her. It’s an explosion of bliss more potent than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Zar’s nearby, but he doesn’t join me. I don’t know why until I roar. The sound thunders out of my mouth. It’s hot and loud enough to be heard in the next galaxy.
My vocal cords strain and the sound is so deep it feels like it’s ripping my throat. The first roar came barreling out of me without warning or effort. It felt so good, was such a wonderful expression of my feelings, that I force out a roar on my own.
It’s as if nature built the Ton’arr to announce their possession of their mate. I like it. In case anyone wondered, let me proclaim to all the planet that this amazing, beautiful female is, “Mine,” I rumble then begin to purr.
I give one more spray of my release into her, loving not only the physical bliss, but the power of possession, of marking her with my scent and my sperm and my bite. That she revels in it? Nothing on this world or any other could feel as good.
I don’t know how, but as we tumble next to her and tuck her so close not a sliver of light could penetrate between our bodies, we begin to laugh. From exquisite pleasure to having fun. We get this? All of this? Forever?
I’ve been truly blessed.
Her eyes were closed. When she pulls her head back far enough to look at me, fear slices up my spine as I see the look of pure shock on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Reflexively, I curl my hands around her shoulders as if I could bind her here in case she runs.
She smiles, “Nothing’s wrong, Rynn. Something happened with that bite. It’s how Zar and I became truemates. You must be part of the bond now. When I look at you, your body is surrounded by sparkles of light. It’s beautiful. Now I’ll be able to see the reminders of your Arclite form.”
I left that form behind 3,000 annums ago, but I like this. Zar and I are soulbound, but I can retain the slightest bit of individuality. I like that my truemate can see me.
Zar
I’ll never tell either of them, but I’d been worried about this coupling. I told them both I’m not good at sharing. Although I love them both, I’d questioned if I would be able to tolerate sheathing myself inside my beloved and not being able to enjoy it alone. I’d wondered not only about the physical pleasure, but what it would be like to share her affection.
But look at her, her face is still rosy from all the ecstasy we shared, her eyes slightly unfocused. Yet she’s so full of love. For us both. And it doesn’t feel as if I’m getting half the love. No. The love is doubled.
And watching Rynn’s enjoyment, feeling it. There was no jealousy. I was able to share his joy. And the sparkles, it’s fitting. Yet another way to signify how inextricably bound and connected the three of us are.
“I love you, my mates,” I tell them, my voice hoarse with passion.
“I love my mates, too,” she says, the look in her eyes shouting her sincerity.
“I’m the luckiest male in the universe,” Rynn announces.