Chapter 17
Aano
Leah stood in the doorway like some fantasy come to life.
Gone were her designer clothes, replaced by—fuck me—a tactical gun holster strapped across her hips, the leather stark against her pale skin.
And that was nearly all she wore, save for a black bra that pushed her tits up like an offering and matching panties that disappeared between the perfect curves of her ass when she turned to show us the full outfit.
"I'm joining Bodyguards in Space," she announced without preamble, chin tilted up in defiance. "Whether you like it or not."
Yahn straightened and turned to look at her, eyes narrowing. "I think you may be confused by how bodyguards dress."
Leah planted her hands on her hips, which only accentuated the way the holster framed her body like expensive lingerie. "I'm a badass," she declared. "And I'm a slut. I can be both."
"Hopefully not out in public," Yahn pointed out, but his voice had that rough edge it got when he was turned on.
"It could help. I did the bend and snap to make my first ... what do you call a kill when you just knocked the guy unconscious with a taser?"
"The bend and snap?" I asked.
She beamed, then pulled off one of her bracelets and dropped it on the floor.
"Oh no! I've dropped my bracelet! Whatever shall I do?
" Then she leaned forward, arching her back so her ass was on full display and picked it up.
"Bend." She flipped her hair, and rose up, making sure her tits bounced with the movement. "And snap."
Yahn's eyes were dark as he stared at her. "This is a tactical maneuver?"
"It's from an old Hollywood film," she said. "I mean, in the movie, I think it's more about getting phone numbers..."
I stepped closer to her, drawn like gravity. "As much as I enjoyed that display, perhaps I'd like to see the woman I—" I caught myself, switching gears. "See our new pilot in a few more clothes."
Her blue eyes narrowed, catching the slip. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth. "The woman you what, exactly?"
My heart skipped, caught between the trap of her question and the surprising truth I'd nearly admitted. I deflected instead, reaching out to trace a finger along the leather belt around her waist.
"The woman who looks fucking edible right now," I said, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
Behind me, Yahn made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a groan. "This doesn't change anything," he said, but he'd moved closer too, his tall frame now just steps away. "Joining BIS requires training, experience—"
"I have experience," Leah interrupted, holding up a finger.
"One: I survived an attack on my ship by two undercover agents who were probably out to rob me.
" She pointed at us both, then held up another finger.
"Two: I evaded you in a public market for at least two to three minutes.
" A third. "Three: I took down five Ducal enforcers—"
"Luck," Yahn corrected, but his lips twitched with suppressed amusement.
"Five Ducal enforcers," Leah insisted. "And four: I've been running circles around you two for weeks now. If that's not security experience, what is?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Running circles? Princess, we've had you pinned—literally—more times than I can count."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. "Only because I let you." She stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Because I wanted you to. Because I made you do everything I wanted... and more."
The air between us crackled with tension. I glanced at Yahn, found his copper eyes already on me, dark with hunger. We'd fallen into a rhythm over the past weeks—the three of us, moving together like we'd been built for each other. It scared the shit out of me how right it felt.
"Is that what this is about?" Yahn asked, his voice low as he moved to stand behind her. "You think joining BIS will keep you with us?"
Leah's breath hitched as he spoke against her ear, his height allowing him to tower over her even from behind.
"Maybe I just want to be where the action is," she said, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Something possessive and primal surged through me.
I'd never considered myself the jealous type—had shared partners before without a second thought.
But with Leah, with Yahn... this was different. This was mine. Ours.
I closed the remaining distance, lifting her with my hands under her thighs until she was suspended between us, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. Her surprised giggle melted into a moan as I claimed her mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and hunger.
When I broke away, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed. I turned my head, offering the kiss to Yahn over her shoulder. He hesitated only a moment before leaning in, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. Leah whimpered between us, watching.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That's so hot."
I grinned against Yahn's lips before pulling back. "You like watching your big bodyguards kiss, princess? Maybe we should give you a better show."
Yahn's hands slid up her sides, teasing the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.
Her answer dissolved into a breathless moan as I found that spot below her ear that always made her melt.
I worked my way down her throat while Yahn's clever fingers unhooked her bra, peeling it away to reveal her perfect tits.
"Look at these.” I pulled back just enough to appreciate the view. "Prettiest tits in the galaxy."
Yahn hummed in agreement, his hands coming around to cup them, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples in that precise, methodical way that drove her crazy. Leah's head fell back against his shoulder, her hips grinding against the bulge in my pants.
"Please," she gasped. "Touch me. Both of you."
I shifted my grip, holding her up with one arm while the other hand slid between us, tracing the edge of her panties. "Tell us why you really want to join BIS," I demanded, my fingers teasing but not giving her what she needed.
Her eyes flew open, frustration warring with arousal. "Because—fuck—because I'm good at it. Because I want to matter."
Yahn's tail curled around one of her thighs, the prehensile tip sliding under the fabric of her panties from behind. She jerked at the sensation, a strangled sound escaping her.
"You already matter," he said, his voice gentler than I'd expected.
Something twisted in my chest at his words. I looked up, meeting his eyes over Leah's shoulder. There was honesty there, raw and unguarded in a way the ex-spy rarely allowed himself to be. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how deep I was in this—not just with Leah, but with him too.
I tore my gaze away, focusing on the woman between us. "These need to go," I growled, hooking a finger in her panties and pulling until the delicate fabric gave way with a satisfying rip.
Leah gasped, then laughed. "That's the third pair you've destroyed this week."
"I'll buy you a fucking lingerie store," I promised, tossing the ruined panties aside. Now she was bare between us, while Yahn and I remained fully clothed—a power dynamic that clearly worked for all of us, judging by the way her pussy glistened with arousal.
Yahn's hands continued their expert manipulation of her breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp pinches that made her squirm. His movements had the precision of someone who'd studied his partner's responses, cataloged every sigh and moan. It was fucking beautiful to watch.
"I still think you need a safe job. You can't change my mind just by being a slut," he told her sternly, but the heat in his voice belied the words.
"Seems to be working pretty well so far," she shot back, grinding against the obvious bulge in his pants.
I slid a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. "So fucking wet," I groaned. "Our perfect little cum dump, aren't you, princess?"
She beamed. "And a good bodyguard, right?"
I brought my finger to my mouth, tasting her. "Sweet as always."
Yahn watched, his pupils blown wide. I offered my hand to him, and he took my wrist, guiding my finger to his mouth. The sight of him sucking her taste from my skin nearly made me blow my load right there.
Leah whimpered, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "Please," she begged. "I need—I need—"
"What do you need, baby?" I asked, my voice rough.
"Both of you. Inside me. Now."
Yahn's tail tightened around her thigh. "Patience," he murmured into her ear. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I don't want to wait," she complained, but the words dissolved into a sharp cry as my fingers found her clit, circling with just the right pressure.
She was so responsive, so perfect between us. Her head dropped forward, teeth grazing the spot on my neck where my species' mating mark would be. A jolt of electricity shot through me at the contact—not fear, as it had been before with other partners, but longing. Wanting.
And not just for her. I glanced at Yahn, imagining his teeth there too, completing the circuit between the three of us. It should have terrified me, the thought of being bound to not one but two people. Instead, it felt... right.
Leah must have sensed the shift in me. She pulled back, her eyes questioning. "What is it?"
I shook my head, unable to articulate the revelation. Instead, I kissed her again, softer this time, pouring everything I couldn't say into the contact. When we parted, Yahn was watching us with an intensity that made my skin tingle.
"Maybe I could use a badass slut in my life on a more permanent basis," I admitted, the words coming out rougher than I intended.
Leah's smile was blinding. "Good thing you have one, then."
"We'll talk about BIS later," Yahn said, but his tone had softened. "After we've thoroughly reminded you where your priorities should be."