Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Nora
“I think I’ll go to my own quarters, thanks,” I said. I needed to get out from under On’nas’s strange spell, which I suspected was intentional. We really needed to figure out what to do next about the Vul, not to be caught up in this weird sexual tension between the three of us.
On’nas tilted his head, giving me a beseeching smile.
“Come on, just this once?” He grabbed my hand and tugged me toward Mu’ol’s quarters.
His hand was pleasantly warm and firm as it wrapped around mine; somehow right.
As if he could encompass all that I would have imagined holding a man’s hand to be.
I glanced towards him, only to find him looking down at our joined hands, his brows up in surprise.
“How do you do that?” He squeezed my hand, his fingers flexing.
I narrowed my eyes. “It’s you who’s doing something.”
“No.” He frowned, still staring at my hand. “I just told you sensitive information that I really shouldn’t have. And I can’t bring myself to care. Now I can’t let go of your hand. It’s you.”
“Well, I’m about to follow you into a bedroom and do really stupid things, just because you smiled your stupidly cute smile at me, so I think it’s you.”
He grinned. “My smile is cute?”
“Shut up. That’s part of your strategy, isn’t it? You act like a goofy himbo, then come at your enemies with lethal force.”
On’nas stared at me for a moment, then tugged me against his chest, dropping his lips to my ear. “Only my enemies,” he whispered, his silver eyes flashing. “I am very protective of those I care about, though.” He gently kissed my forehead.
“You don’t even know me.”
He laughed. “Whatever is happening between us, I don’t think it’s something either of us can escape.”
“So might as well just go fuck Mu’ol.” I was trying for sarcasm, forgetting that the Aunga’ri had no ear for it, and I watched On’nas’s eyes light up.
“We’re on the same wavelength, you and I,” he said, tugging me towards Mu’ol’s room.
“No, that was sarcasm.”
“Was it? Or was it your secret desire?” He turned back, his eyes sparkling with humor, and I sighed and followed.
I may not have been ready to admit my secret desires yet, but there was something about On’nas that I couldn’t resist. I let him lead me down the hall towards Mu’ol’s private chambers.
The private suite of rooms was closed to humans, and I’d never been inside.
I looked around in wonder at the lush design of the spaces.
This part of the palace was more luxurious, and it was beautiful, but it didn’t suit Mu’ol at all.
I wouldn’t have been surprised to find the big man sleeping in a utilitarian cot in the corner.
Instead, he had a massive human-style four-poster bed draped in sumptuous fabrics, which, from their design, must have had Aunga’ri origins.
Mu’ol was sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Which made me wonder what I was even doing there.
I had no idea how to open up that strange channel of communication with him, but when he turned to look at me, I was hit by a wall of intense emotion.
It was strong enough that I took a slight step back.
Want and need mingled together with an ache of loneliness that didn’t feel like it could come from the taciturn commander.
It was as if he’d opened a floodgate, and I could feel him again, and it made me realize Axel was right.
I’d been feeling him all along, for months, maybe.
Sometimes he came in little bites, or fuzzy impressions, but he was always there.
His thoughts were beckoning me, inviting me in, and they were so different from what he showed on the outside.
His expression remained the same, but his mind was welcoming, warm, and loving, and I crawled into bed, straddling him, and looked down at him.
Big, strong hands slipped up my legs and gripped my ass roughly as his eyes scanned my face.
He looked the same, but in his mind, he was drinking me in, committing me to memory, hoping it would help him hold on.
On’nas settled on the bed next to him, tucking his hands under his head and watching.
“What are you doing?” Mu’ol asked. There was a smile in his eyes, playing around the edges of his lips, breaking up the stern lines of his face.
I grinned. “I have no idea, but it feels right. This is what you want me to do, right?”
Mu’ol hesitated, then nodded, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, surprised by how human the kiss felt.
The Aunga’ri weren’t really as different from us as they seemed.
Mu’ol groaned and slid his hands up my spine to cup the back of my head, holding me still as he devoured my mouth like he was starved for me.
I wondered how long he had wanted me, how I hadn’t noticed.
His answer echoed in my mind. I’ve wanted you since we first met. The warmth of emotion I felt rolling off of him didn’t match the stern persona that I associated with the commander at all. It was all an act, or maybe, like On’nas, a part of him, but not all of him.
I turned and looked towards On’nas, who was watching rather intently. Impulsively, I dragged him closer and kissed him as well, knowing that was what Mu’ol wanted me to do. He groaned and lifted his hand to my waist, kissing me with a sensual confidence that Mu’ol lacked.
Fuck, On’nas was good at this. Between my legs, I could feel Mu’ol hardening for us, and I pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard.
On’nas rolled over and pushed me onto my back, climbing over me to kiss his way down my body, stopping to push clothing out of the way and touch my bare skin.
Mu’ol lay dazed for a moment, then joined him, his mouth moving eagerly over my breasts, my stomach, then down between my legs.
They helped me out of my shirt, kissing their way down my neck, exploring my breasts. I moaned, arching up into their touch. On’nas was skilled, as if he’d done this before, and maybe he had. Mu’ol was reverent, groaning in pleasure as each inch of bare skin was revealed to his touch.
Somewhere, a phone started ringing, startling me out of my lust-induced stupor. They were beautiful men, and they were touching me in all the right ways. But what was I even doing? I had questions for him, for both of them, and we couldn’t just start fucking.
“Okay, we need to stop this,” I gasped. “Both of you, over there.” I pointed to the end of the bed, and both men complied more easily than I thought they would, standing before me with their arms behind their backs.
They were all temptation, their cocks jutting out of their pants, their shirts off, their massive, muscled chest bared.
Had I done that? I shook my head, trying not to focus on the way On’nas’s cock was so dark it looked almost black, arcing elegantly up from his hips and leaking a small amount of pre-cum.
Mu’ol’s was lighter colored, more of a purple, straight and thick, and it twitched as I blinked at it. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
The two men looked at each other, frowning, then back at me. They were too tempting to resist, too ridiculously hot for me to walk away from. “We’ll do whatever you mean, though,” On’nas said, his charming grin spreading wide.
“Whatever I want?”
On’nas glanced at the commander and tilted his head, grinning. “We’ve decided we enjoy power play and control. It’ll be fun to submit to you, if you like.”
A warm tingle of awareness pooled between my legs as I gasped softly and looked at the two massive aliens. Submit to me?
Their positive acknowledgment echoed in my mind, along with their desire. They wanted me to take the lead, wanted to see what I would do if I had their bodies at my mercy. I liked that.
“Come. Take off the rest of your clothes. Kneel for me.” On’nas smiled and sat at the end of the bed on his knees, his cock jutting out and ready for me to play with. I reached forward and touched him, feeling the silky head of his arousal, the slick bead of pre-cum that formed at the tip.
“What is this?” I asked, reaching down for another inhuman part of his anatomy.
“Ie’kel,” he said, and it twitched, unfurling like a tentacle and grasping my finger.
“I’m happy to pleasure you with it.” His mouth tilted into a wicked smile as Mu’ol kneeled shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
He reached out for On’nas’s hand and grasped it lightly, and I kneeled on the bed in front of them, tugging them towards me by their cocks, then pressing them together, watching as On’nas’s ie’kel wrapped them together, made them one.
Mu’ol’s was smaller, less obvious, but still there.
“Can you hold us both?” Mu’ol asked. “Bound like this, but inside our woman?”
“I’m not your woman yet,” I laughed, but the shudder of pleasure that followed that assertion was impossible to ignore. I traced my fingertips over them, feeling their size and shape. “And one of you at a time would be best. You guys are big.”