Chapter Fifty-Five Corrina
I’m honestly not entirely sure how I feel when I hear the news that Vertage is dead.
Curran sits across from me in my office, watching my expression closely.
The moment of panic at learning Vertage escaped is quickly replaced by a grim sense of satisfaction at the fact that the man who tried to have me killed was found with his throat cut.
“Any suspects?” I ask in what I hope is a calm voice.
“None identified. There was a small vessel that departed the station around the same time that they estimate Vertage was killed. No available information on the vessel, but someone’s looking into it. I suspect this is just an instance of a dangerous man’s dangerous habits catching up to him.”
I stare at my dear friend for a moment. Curran said essentially the same thing about Lianov’s death, and we both know exactly how Lianov came to an end. “You think so?” I ask softly.
Curran shrugs. “Sometimes, terrible people come to terrible ends. I won’t lose any sleep over his death. And neither should you.”
“Right,” I agree. “Well, keep me updated if the investigation turns up anything.”
“Of course.”
Hours later, I am curled into the nest with Zann, Krish, and Davix.
Krish is currently massaging my legs, partially because I complained about being sore after working out this morning and partially because he just likes touching me.
I’m leaning back against Davix with one hand outstretched and resting on Zann’s back beside me.
“I heard some interesting news today,” I say softly. “Vertage is dead. He apparently escaped custody somehow, but he never made it off Azuris. They found him with his throat cut in an otherwise deserted loading bay.”
Krish glances up at me and Zann picks up his head. I can feel Davix tilt his head behind me. “How do you feel about that?” Zann asks.
“I’m not sorry he’s dead,” I reply.
“He deserved a slow and painful death,” Krish says softly. “But I am glad he cannot ever threaten you again.”
“Yes,” Zann agrees, laying his head back down and reaching out an arm to caress my stomach. His fingers coast over the scars that cover my stomach – proof of both the attack and my survival. “Vertage deserved to die,” Zann says softly.
I cover Zann’s large hand with my own before leaning over to press a kiss to the bare skin of his back. “Yes, he did. And now he’s dead. And we are still here – together.”
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“We’re going to be late,” I murmur half-heartedly as I reach down to grip Davix’s horns.
They aren’t especially sensitive for him, but they do make a good handhold, especially when one of my haleen lovers has his face buried between my thighs.
Davix’s only response to my protest is to lift one of my legs so that it is draped over his shoulder.
“Davix,” I groan as his long tongue slides into me and his hands grip my ass.
“Oh fuck, Davix,” I moan, and then I am coming from his hot, wet mouth devouring me.
“I thought we were getting ready,” Zann says, stepping into the bathroom. I blink at him lazily as I sag against the counter. Davix gives my pussy one last, long lick and then grins up at me with a satisfied smirk.
“She was naked,” he signs at Zann, as if that explains everything.
“She is still naked,” Zann says, stalking closer.
“We’re going to be late,” I protest again.
“Then we will be late,” he replies. Zann picks me up effortlessly and I wrap my legs around him instinctively. “Turn on the water,” he calls to Krish who has also squeezed into the bathroom with us. “We will get dirty and clean at the same time.”
“Stars, you are insatiable,” I mumble as Zann grinds his hips against me.
I can already feel his sheath parting, releasing his hard cock.
I reach between us and stroke a finger down the length of him.
His moan of pleasure goes straight to my core, and a moment later he is lowering me onto his silken length.
“Zann,” I sigh as I feel him bury himself completely inside me.
“You feel so good.” Anything else I might say is lost as Krish captures my mouth in a thorough kiss.
Zann backs me against a wall and fucks me hard and fast until I am screaming against Krish’s lips.
Zann bucks into me one last time and then I feel him filling me.
He is shaking slightly as he presses a kiss to the side of my head and then lowers me until my feet touch the floor.
Then Krish is there, turning me around, bending me over, and sliding into me.
I feel Davix’s hands on my head, and I open my mouth to welcome his cock between my lips.
The rhythm they set is no less exquisite for its familiarity.
They move almost as one, Krish burying his cock inside me as Davix withdraws so I can catch my breath and then Davix thrusting into my mouth as Krish pulls back.
I give myself up completely to them and to the pleasure they offer.
With Krish’s hands on my hips and Davix’s hands on my head and my body trapped between them, I feel somehow both helpless and utterly protected.
I let my tongue slide along the sensitive ridges of Davix’s cock and feel his hips jerk in response.
Behind me, Krish’s hands lift my hips slightly and I feel him push even deeper.
I moan as I feel Davix’s cock start to swell in my mouth, and then he is holding my head and pouring down my throat.
At the same time, Krish slams his hips into me and I feel his hot release fill me.
The sensations trigger my own orgasm, and my whole body shakes as my vision goes white for a moment.
I am trembling as Davix pulls away, his fingers lingering gently along my jaw.
A moment later Krish withdraws and pulls me up to lean against his muscular body as he moves us both under the spray of water.
They help wash me, which is helpful since my legs are still shaking slightly. Davix is waiting with a towel when I step out of the shower. He still has the same unrepentant smirk on his face. “Insatiable,” I tell him tartly.
“You too,” he signs, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s true. I had thought I had reached a point in my life where my sex drive was slowing down, but that was before I had three amazing and energetic haleens in my life.
We are, in fact, late to our appointment with the magistrate to sign our marriage contract.
Curran gives me a knowing look as we hurry into the building, and I feel my cheeks heat slightly. “Nice of you to join us,” he drawls.
“Sorry we’re late,” I say, sheepishly.
“It’s no trouble,” the magistrate replies cheerfully. “You’re my last appointment of the day. And truthfully, I was running late myself so I’ve hardly been waiting at all.”
Zann gives Curran a smug, victorious smile. Curran manages to hide his smile, but his eyes twinkle in a way that tells me he’s laughing on the inside.
The magistrate goes through the terms of the contract, but I am hardly paying attention.
It’s a fairly standard contract anyway, and I’m too busy staring at the three males who have changed my life so much.
I never could have imagined what was in store for me when I first saw them standing there covered in blood, but now I cannot imagine my life without them.
They are my lovers and best friends, my confidantes and protectors. And now, they are my husbands as well.
We walk back to base together – Krish beside me with Zann behind and Davix in front.
Krish is somewhat distracted by staring at the woven band of metal around his wrist – the symbol of our contract.
After extensive discussion, and some choice words with Curran about the whole ‘ball and chain’ comment, the haleens decided that they would all wear wrist bands engraved with my name in addition to wedding rings.
“Now everyone will know that we belong to each other,” he says to no one in particular, as he strokes his fingers across the metal .
“That we do,” I reply softly.
It is a strange contrast to think about the first time I saw them with bands around their wrists - the heavy manacles that hung on their emaciated frames. And now, my haleens are strong, free, and healthy - and each wearing a metal band as a sign of our bond.
“What are you thinking about?” Zann asks, sliding his long fingers through mine.
“Just about how different things are now,” I tell him. “I never could have imagined that we’d end up like this - any of us - when I first saw you on Lianov’s ship.”
Zann nods thoughtfully. “We could not have imagined it either. For such pain to have lead to such joy - it is a strange thing. But you are happy?”
“I am very happy.”