Chapter 6
Ursula’s flesh quivered in the aftermath of bedsport with her two remaining mates.
After only three days of her mates returning home, the Uribern government summoned them back to service.
During their short break from warfare, Gil and Bran used every opportunity to lavish her with affection and indulge themselves in her feminine softness before leaving again on another deployment.
She lay between them, one hand stroking Bran’s heavily muscled chest while Gil’s prehensile tail gently stroked in and out of her wet, slippery vagina.
Bran rose over her to press kisses along the elegant sweep of her collar bone.
She sighed as Gil’s tail gently and inexorably drove her into another shuddering climax.
Bran dredged his finger through her swollen, sensitive folds to coat it with her release.
He brought the digit to his mouth and sucked it off.
“So sweet,” Bran murmured.
“You spoke with the Omari Prime?” Gil asked, rolling over on his side and clasping their mate against his body.
Ursula moaned as his tail lifted her leg and his hips rolled to press that long, thick cock inside her body.
Bran’s tail wound around her raised leg and prodded her anus.
She moaned again, deeper, when it penetrated the tight sphincter.
Soon, she was panting as another orgasm began to swell within her.
“I did,” Bran replied before capturing their mate’s mouth with his. After a pause during which he twined his tongue with hers and plucked her reddened, swollen nipples with his fingers, he broke the kiss to take a breath and add, “They did not know of the regime change on Ahn’hudin.”
Ursula’s breasts jiggled as Gil pumped his cock in and out of her body, the force of his thrusts slapping his hips against her buttocks.
Bran’s gaze focused on her breasts for a moment, then he palmed them and gently squeezed them in counterpoint to Gil’s rhythmic movement.
Ursula lifted the one arm not trapped beneath her body to clutch at Bran’s muscular upper arm, her short nails digging into his scaled hide.
She cried out as another orgasm crashed over her.
Gil followed her into the climax a moment later.
He withdrew from her body and rolled Ursula onto her back, unleashing a gush of fluids that Bran eagerly lapped up. He surged up her body and drove his cock into her, his tail still lodged inside her ass. Soon, Ursula’s thin whine heralded yet another impending climax.
Her weak, breathless scream of sublime pleasure made both her males bare their teeth in masculine triumph.
They had pleasured their mate until she could endure no more.
Bran rolled off to the side, one hand gently stroking between their mate’s legs, and said, “We must gather a coalition and confront the Council Supreme.”
Gil sighed and stroked gentle circles on Ursula’s belly. The touch was intended to lure her to sleep, but she focused on remaining awake, trying to stay alert. “I do not wish to leave our mate alone. The risk is too great.”
Bran nodded. “I will ask Zul to remain here to guard her and Crow.”
Ursula’s blood ran cold, then heat suffused her. Her arousal bloomed anew in the sex-saturated air. Bran’s nostrils flared, and Gil looked intently at her.
“I feel the quiver in your belly,” her silver-horned mate whispered.
Bran’s eyes gleamed. “Has he touched you, elska’adir?”
Knowing she could not lie to them even if she wanted to, Ursula shook her head, a small movement accompanied by the trickle of a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and running down her temple to be absorbed by her hair.
“No, no he has not touched me. He’s been most—” her breath caught as Bran’s tail drove itself into her channel “—most respectful.”
“Good,” Gil snarled. “I’ll not have any male taking advantage of you.”
Bran’s expression turned thoughtful. He glanced at Gil. “You looked into his background?”
“I did,” Gil said as he rolled away. Ursula missed his gentle touch. “He served with utmost honor. He is a worthy warrior.” He paused, then added, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Do you desire him?” Bran asked.
Feeling ashamed of her attraction to the berserker, Ursula began to sob. “Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
However, Bran looked triumphant. “He is the one to restore our bonded triad.”
“And then?” Gil growled.
“And then we speak with other triads,” Bran replied. “My investigation reveals there is no immediate threat from either the Sivuul or the Ogranox. The Council Supreme acts against the best interests of Uribern. Change is needed.”
“I spoke with the Golbyu Second yesterday,” Gil said slowly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Human immigration has been halted. The human governments deceived Ahn’hudin to prevent their brides from conceiving. Ahn’hudin is renegotiating their treaty with Earth.”
“The ambassador wasn’t all that honest with me,” Ursula muttered, reminding them of her failed attempt to escape Uribern and return home.
“My government sold me and other women to Uribern, so it’s not surprising more were sold to Ahn’hudin and were neither informed nor allowed the opportunity to give consent. ”
“And are you unhappy?” Gil asked, turning to face her.
She reached across the bed and placed her hand on his heavily muscled thigh. “No, I am not unhappy. In fact, I could not have dreamed of such a wonderful life as I live now. But it remains that my own government treated me like chattel, and your government seeks to do the same.”
“There is no longer our government and your government,” Bran gently reminded her. “You are Urib now.”
Ursula didn’t bother to debate him. She knew the physical changes she’d undergone as well as he did—probably better.
It was her body, after all. Those changes enabled her to live on Uribern, to endure its harsh climate and the searing radiation of its scorching sun.
The plasticity of the human genome never failed to astonish her with the readiness of alien technology to convert human brides into hybrid brides.
“I spoke with Carmen,” she said, her words ending in a moan as her hips thrust against the big hand stroking between her thighs. “I can’t think when you do that, Bran.”
He smiled at her, a pleased expression that showed no teeth. His thick finger penetrated her and began stroking in and out. “I think I like it when you can’t think.”
Trying to corral her thoughts into some semblance of coherency, Ursula persevered. “She keeps tabs on the embassy.”
“And?” Gil prompted, his eyes gleaming as her body began to tremble.
“She thinks brides are being sold to the highest bidders,” she said in a rush. She squealed, “Ah, Bran!”
Bran’s eyes turned molten, and Gil’s eyes flinty. The latter met his prime’s gaze and said, “They are not allowing for natural matches?”
“This is treachery,” Bran growled. “We will not deploy.”
“That is insubordination,” Gil pointed out.
Ursula cried out, breathless as an orgasm shattered her again.
“It’s only insubordination if the revolution fails,” Bran said and bared his teeth in a vicious smile.
Gil turned to bend over their mate, and he pressed a soft kiss to her open mouth as her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. Rising, he said, “Rest, elska’adir. I shall have refreshments brought to you, and then you shall bathe. Join us for supper.”
Ursula blinked bleary eyes. Her words slurred, “What time is it?”
“You have plenty of time,” Bran reassured her. “Rest, eat, drink, and rest some more. I’ll summon you when we’re ready.”
“Ready for what?”
He smoothed her tangled hair back from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“Your warrior triad.”
Her eyes snapped open. “Triad?”
“Gil, me, and Zul.”
“He looks like Crow,” she murmured as her eyes closed again.
“All berserkers are red-skinned and black-horned,” Gil said, his voice gentle and quiet. “But you must remember that Zul is not Crow.”
Bran shook his head and communicated mind to mind with his bonded brother, No, I believe Zul is stronger than Crow. He will not be so lenient with her as Crow was.
Gil replied in kind. Will she love him, too, do you think?
They rose from the bed and stalked from the room. She admits attraction, something she has not felt for any Urib male other than us. That is a good indication.
And will he love her and respect her independent nature? She is not truly Urib, despite how much she now looks like us.
Once bonded with us and mated to her, he will not willingly cause her distress. I am sure of it.
And what about this revolution you seek to launch?
Bolstered by his second-in-command’s unstinting support, Bran chuckled. Do you think the indolent fools who sit on the Council Supreme can withstand an uprising of honorable warriors? We’ll have the berserkers on our side.
A lot of those “indolent fools” are high caste like you, Gil pointed out.
Bran sniffed, a sound of derision, and said aloud, “Honor has been bred out of them. They are weak and will fall before us.”