Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Khesan
I’ll admit, it was a good thing Shathar finished what I began. It was simply too much for me, buried in my perfect mate’s tight heat, and I couldn’t help myself. I will need to practice much, much more if I am to prove to Fiona that I’m her mate for life, that I can please her until our dying days.
I enjoyed watching Shathar and Fiona immensely.
The way her legs wrapped tight around his waist, how his abdomen flexed with every pump of his hips…
even the sight of his cock, still dripping with my spend, as it moved in and out of her, was far beyond my wildest imagination.
I had just released, and yet within only a minute of them beginning, I was hard and erect again.
The image of Shathar filling up Fiona’s wet cunt is emblazoned on my mind and I cannot dispel it.
It’s all I think about as we sit down to eat breakfast. Her sweet pussy, swollen and red after being loved so thoroughly.
And he was so… thick, spreading her open for him, the muscles in his sculpted ass tensing with each thrust, his tail jutting out straight behind him.
Fiona was beautiful under him, willing and sensual, clinging on like a branch in a storm.
How it felt to be inside her myself… there is no greater pleasure than to be intimate with one’s fated mate, I am certain of it now. I discovered a deep peace that I think I’ve always sought, and here it was all along.
“Well, Merry Christmas,” Fiona says as we finish eating. “I got each of you a little gift.”
Oh, of course. Shathar and I exchange a glance. Our gift! I hid it upstairs, and now is the time.
First, Fiona brings out two boxes wrapped in brightly colored paper. I did not think to wrap our gift—it is still in the bag the frame came in from the shop. She sets one gift in front of each of us, then returns to the table, waiting eagerly for us to open them.
I pick mine up first, tearing the paper open to reveal a flat box. Inside is a fine garment, striped every which way in an attractive blue pattern. I withdraw it, revealing a long-sleeved shirt with a folded collar.
“I thought you’d look nice in it,” Fiona says, bashful. “You seem to care a lot about how you dress, so…”
“I love it,” I tell her, getting to my feet so I can hold it up and admire it, imagining what it will look like on me. She’s right in that I think it will highlight my best features.
Fiona grins and I sit back down, holding the shirt close to me.
Shathar is next to open his gift. Inside is a large book with a picture of many different foods on the front.
“A cookbook!” Fiona says happily. “This will teach you how to prepare lots of different Earth ingredients. In a pan.”
Shathar chuckles. “In a pan, indeed. Thank you, Fiona.” He leafs through the book, his smile broad. “There are so many recipes in here. Lots of ingredients I haven’t seen before.”
“I thought you might like trying out some new things.”
Now it’s time for our gift. I sprint up the stairs to my bedroom, then open the drawer to pull out the bag. I hurry back down again and slide it across the table toward Fiona.
“From both of us,” I tell her, which earns a look of surprise.
“Both of you?” She hums, clearly pleased with this news as she opens the bag. Inside is our picture frame with the two photo booth pictures. When she pulls it out, Fiona goes stock-still. Her gaze is fixed on the frame, and in only a moment, her eyes turn glassy and wet.
“You guys did this?” she asks us. “Together?”
Shathar nods. “It was my idea. Khesan paid for it.”
I raise my fans and smack him on the arm, but he brushes me off.
“This is so wonderful,” she says, a tear slipping down her cheek. She holds the frame close to her chest. “I love seeing you together like that. You’re both so… handsome.”
I preen at the compliment. I have to agree that we are a rather good-looking pair of Arshurians.
“Thank you.” She heads to one of her favorite shelves, the one with the most trinkets on it, and sets the photo there in the front. “It’s perfect.”
Shathar puts an arm around her shoulders, hugging her against his side. I kiss the top of her head.
“I’m glad you like it,” I whisper. “I could taste your scent even as we took the photos.”
Shathar gives me an odd look over her head. “You could as well?”
“Certainly. She was there with us in spirit.”
He looks thoughtful, but says nothing.
I am attached to Fiona all day as we clean up from the party. The house is, unfortunately, a bit of a disaster. There are some spills that no one mentioned, so she spends much of the day cleaning all the carpets in the house.
I am tasked with the kitchen, which is also a mess, but I handle it in a timely fashion. If the military taught me anything, it is how to clean quickly, efficiently, and well. We were often timed on how fast we could clean our rooms in the barracks, and I always won.
Fiona says we’ll keep the tree for a few weeks more.
“It’s a damn fine tree,” she says. “Seems like a shame to throw it away so soon.”
I agree, as it does bring a certain life to the house.
And then we’re finished, and we all fall to the couch.
The sun is nearly going down, and it’s time for dinner.
Shathar has an idea for what to make with the ingredients we have left in the refrigerator, and I agree to help him prepare it.
Fiona sits at the kitchen island watching us as we busy about, occasionally getting in each other’s way.
When he’s in front of the drawer I want, I simply put my hands on his waist and move him a few inches to one side.
His gaze snaps to mine, but he doesn’t rebuke me.
I did it without thinking, but… it was instinctual to touch him.
By the time dinner is ready, there’s only one thing I can think about: mating with Fiona again. My very skin is sizzling by the time we’re finished eating, and it’s all I can do not to throw my mate over my shoulder and carry her upstairs.
Fiona catches me staring at her and giggles. “What is it, Khesan? You’ve been so quiet.”
“I’m thinking about all of the things I want to do to you.”
Her brows lift and her lips part. I grin at her reaction. She does not have work for many more days, which means plenty of spare time to copulate and seal our bond.
Shathar crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “What sort of things?”
“Is it any of your concern?” I ask, my fans rising. He merely laughs.
“I suppose all my questions will be answered later. But this time…” He rises from his chair and walks behind Fiona, sliding his hands over her shoulders as he leans down and speaks into her ear. “This time, I will go first. Warm you up. Make you scream.”
I can’t argue with his logic, as I went first this morning, but it annoys me that he will likely make her do all of these things.
He has the nalopo too, after all, and clearly knows how to use them.
Fiona visibly shivers, and I long to warm her up.
Shathar’s hands glide down her arms as I watch, mesmerized.
There, he scoops up her breasts in his palms and rubs a thumb where her nipples must be under her “bra.” Fiona leans back in her chair, eyes closing as he gently touches her, and already I’m getting thicker under my jeans.
But Shathar is intent on teasing her, as much as I’m already longing to strip off these tight pants. He leans down and nuzzles the top of her head as he fondles her, and she lets out a gasp of pleasure.
I unbutton my jeans, unable to help myself, and bring down the zipper to release my cock. Shathar’s lips curl on one side as he notices me wrap my hand around it.
“Khesan is eager, isn’t he?” he says to Fiona, squeezing her breasts and then releasing them. “Perhaps we should put on a good show for him.”
Her eyes open and she smiles, too, when she sees me stroking myself.
That sweet smile turns mischievous as she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up, and Shathar assists her in removing it from her arms and neck.
Then she reaches behind herself to unclip her bra, letting it fall away from those perfect teardrops.
Once she’s bare, Shathar resumes touching her, pinching her nipples and leaning down to kiss her throat.
Fiona gasps and her back arches, and I think how beautiful both of them are, sensual and connected.
What an odd thing, to share a mate with someone. I expected to hate him more, to wish that he would fail, rather than enjoying the sight of him nipping our mate’s neck. My cock is slavering, dripping at the tip for them, as Shathar’s hand trails down to Fiona’s pants.
“Remove these,” he says in a voice that’s surprisingly commanding.
Fiona gets to her feet and strips them off without hesitation, and Shathar shoves the chair out of the way so he can stand behind her, arms wrapped around her.
His fingers travel down her belly to the thatch of light-colored fur below it, then he snakes them between her legs.
Fiona bites her lip as he tests her out. But sitting here and watching is no longer enough for me. If she is wet, I want to touch her, too. I want to lick her the way I did before until she’s crying out and leaking.
“Shathar.” Both of them pause as I get out of my chair. “I will ready her for you.”
What am I saying? But that’s what I want to do—to lick her until she is prepared and then watch him slide inside her again.
Shathar’s brows rise, and he cocks his head, eyes studying me closely. Then he nods and sits on the chair, urging Fiona into his lap.
“Come here, mate,” he says, patting his thighs. She glances between us, clearly not understanding what I have planned, but she sits anyway. Then Shathar guides her legs apart, revealing her treasure to me.
My cock throbs at the sight.
Approaching them, I fall to my knees in front of Fiona, so her pink cunt is positioned in front of my face. All I have to do is lean forward and my tongue swipes over her clit, and the taste is unparalleled.
The animal in me awakens, ready to devour her.
I lick harder, faster, my tongue exploring all of her—even inside her tight channel.
She is sweet and yet musky, the perfect combination of flavors.
I taste mate all over her, and I can’t get enough.
I return to the clitoris to tease it further, and soon Fiona is moaning above me, her hips twitching and jerking with the movement of my mouth.
“I think she is ready,” Shathar says, his voice husky. “Do you want my cock inside you, dear mate?”
Fiona nods rapidly, her breaths coming in short gasps. “Yes. Please.”
“Take her,” Shathar says to me, so I lift Fiona off his lap, slinging her thighs over my hips and cradling her under her ass to keep her aloft. Shathar stands quickly, removing his own clothes, until he is naked. Then he sits on the chair, and I bring Fiona back to him.
None of this makes sense to me, to my rational mind, but all of it makes sense as I do it.
Now Fiona sits astride Shathar’s hips, facing me, his cock poking up between her thighs. She doesn’t have to be told twice what to do. She places her feet on the floor, lifts herself up, and positions him at the crux of her legs. Then, as his tip weeps for her, she guides him inside.
I sit back down to watch, stroking myself as Fiona sinks all the way down onto him. She lets out a loud moan, and Shathar grips her hips tightly with his claws. Then she lifts herself back up, and the sight nearly sends me into my own climax.
Shathar is dripping with her, his cock spreading the lips of her cunt wide open. Then Fiona lowers herself once more, taking him fully inside her. They continue this way, moving slow but precise, until Fiona’s legs start to wobble.
I must help her.
Relocating my chair, I sit down right in front of them and Shathar’s eyes fly wide. I reach out, curling my hands under Fiona’s rear, and nod to her.
“You can stop using your legs now,” I say, then use my own strength to lift her up. Shathar nearly falls out of her, so I make sure to lower her back onto him.
“Oh!” squeals Fiona as he fills her up again. Together, we lift her into the air, then bring her down over and over until she’s moaning and Shathar’s teeth are bared. I have never seen anything as perfect as this.