Chapter 34
Layla
“Is everything alright?” I ask Zayd as I step into the cockpit, where I find him sitting at the console.
The morning alarm isn’t set to go off for another hour or so, but when I turned over to find Zayd gone and Sutton passed out and on his way to his first full night’s sleep since we left Earth, I decided not to disturb him and instead start my day a little early.
After not finding Zayd in the galley, I grabbed my tea from the replicator and went looking for him. Didn’t expect to find him here.
“Checking our course. We should arrive in about thirty-two hours. Right on schedule,” Zayd says.
“Great! I’m ready to touch grass again. Wait… This planet does have grass, right?”
Zayd turns his attention from the console to smile at me. I would have thought the fangs would always look a bit menacing, but ever since he bit me, and I learned the intoxicating nature of his venom, his smile has become his most endearing and disarming feature.
“It has grass and trees. Waterfalls and oceans. A tropical paradise.”
“Sounds like heaven to me, but won’t that be miserable for you? You’re built for the cold.” Throkyn come from the ice planet, Thro. Midwest winters in the colony, the alphas walk around like it’s summer. In the summer, they only wear a loincloth and a knife in a scabbard strapped to their thigh.
“It will be hot for me, but more tolerable than Iowa summers. The humidity is low, and the breeze off the blue water ocean is refreshing,” Zayd assures me.
After being cooped up on this cold, dark ship for so long, my body buzzes in anticipation of fresh air and sunshine.
I’m not surprised when my excitement manifests as desire.
Even though we’re not there yet, I want to show Zayd my appreciation for getting us to our destination on time and in one piece.
I drop my tea cup into the matter collector behind Zayd’s seat, next to the replicator.
“No wonder this place was chosen for a pleasure planet,” I say, sitting astride Zayd’s lap, running my hands over the peach-fuzzy fur on his chest and tracing the furless birthmarks that swirl around his shoulder and neck.
Zayd slips his fingers under the bottom hem of Sutton’s T-shirt I wore to bed, and drags his claws up my ribs until his palms cup my breasts.
“When we arrive, you must not stray. Some districts are safer than others, but the riff-raff are known to prey on unsuspecting travelers anywhere opportunity presents itself.”
“Then I will not give them the opportunity.” I roll my hips on his lap, where his length has grown hard between us.
He kneads my breasts and flexes his ass to rub his shaft against my mound. “Good girl.”
“If I’m such a good girl, do I get a reward?” I reach down and push my hand inside his pants to grip his cock and pull it free.
Zayd starts to purr as I swipe his tip through my slick, flooding my slit.
“It is all yours, omega,” he growls as I sheath his vibrating length to the hilt inside of me.
Zayd pulls my shirt off and covers my breasts with his mouth. The tips of his fangs press into my skin, but never break it. The same as his claws when he grips my ass to help me ride him.
“I really can’t leave you two alone for a second, can I? You two fuck like rabbits,” Sutton says, coming into the cockpit and sitting in the seat next to us. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ll just wait for my turn while I finish my coffee.”
Zayd groans, and his cock twitches when Sutton’s cock tents his briefs.
“Your husband has a big cock for a human,” Zayd tells me.
“I know. The first time I saw it, I was sure it wouldn’t fit,” I say, my body warm with the memory.
“Did it feel good?” Zayd asks, and I get the feeling his curiosity is about more than dirty talk.
“Mhm. It feels good in my pussy and in my hands and in my mouth,” I whisper, and Zayd’s knot begins to swell as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “And in my ass.”
Zayd growls, and his claws pierce my skin as he tightens his grip on my ass and comes with unsteady jerks of his hips.
“You didn’t come, did you?” Sutton asks me.
“No, but I’m really close, and his cock’s still buzzing.” My voice trembles as I try to move my hips to get more friction where I need it, but can’t with Zayd’s knot locking me in place.
“Well, don’t. He’s gotten enough over these last few days. This one is mine.” Sutton sets his empty mug on the floor and pushes his briefs down his legs, letting his cock stand at attention between his hips.
I watch as he gently strokes himself, patiently waiting for Zayd’s knot to release me.
When I’m free to move again, Sutton pulls me over. “Quick. I’m ready for my sloppy seconds.”
“Sutton,” I feign offense, and he knows it, flashing me a shit-eating grin.
Sutton’s eyes flutter and roll back as he slips easily inside of me when I straddle his lap.
“Seriously, though. I’ve been dreaming about this. Swear it’s been the only thing keeping me going. Wanting to fuck your wet, cum-filled hole, all stretched out by Zayd’s knot.” Sutton groans and pulls my mouth to his, kissing me like he depends on my breath to keep him alive.
“Fuck. My stamina’s still shot. I’m not gonna last long. Turn around.” Sutton slumps down in his seat to make it easier for me to ride him reverse cowgirl. “Lean back,” he says, and pulls my back to his chest. “Hey, Zayd. You hungry?”
Zayd grins, turns his seat, and slides out and onto his knees in front of us.
So far, this is my favorite position we’ve tried as a threesome. There are so many more I want to do, but I think this one will always be my favorite.
Zayd’s tongue finds my clit. I’m so close that he doesn’t have to work hard to get me there.
“Shit, baby, that felt good, but you’re so stretched out. I want to come so bad, but I’m still exhausted.” Sutton holds me and kisses my neck. He’s still hard as ever, but his hips have stilled.
“May I help?” Zayd asks.
“Say yes,” I tell Sutton when he turns a curious eye to me.