Dex

 

 

 

LAUREL WAS SAFELY ensconced within the palace walls, and Cozmo had promised to keep an eye on her—and his hands off her. Thus, in the days that followed, Jedrek and I were free to continue the investigation into the true source of danger against the human women.

Every line of inquiry turned up zilch. Frustration mounted when we weren’t able to nail down any information—or even a potential location—for the black market Astrid’s attacker had hinted at.

Sexual frustration mounted too. Since that first night we’d been together . . . there’d been no action. Jedrek and I worked separate details, and Laurel kept busy practicing her dancing—as if she needed any help in that department. Yet that one night with Jedrek and Laurel had been intensely erotic. I could still taste Laurel’s pussy on my lips and Jedrek’s cum in my mouth. I wanted to feast on her delicate cunt after Jedrek came inside her, combining their delicious flavors.

The unexpected hedonism of Jedrek drilling hotly, rigidly, into my ass made my sac tighten every time I remembered the full heavy sensation. I wanted my turn to spread open his sexy muscular ass. Introduce his hole to my cock. Spray his untried insides with a huge load of cum while he shook and shouted beneath me.

“Fuck.” I swiped the sweat from my brow, glaring down at my rapidly stiffening cock inside my tight leather breeches.

My boot steps rang on the glowing palace floors as I traversed one corridor and the next, summoned to the royal chambers by X’s telepathic command.

Now I had to face the king and queen with a fat erection, undoubtedly to give an update that amounted to absolutely fucking nothing on a situation that consumed us all.

Ahead of me, Jedrek rounded the opposite corner.

Another immediate punch of lust hit me in my groin.

Before glancing at me his expression was grim, but when he saw me a sensual smile curved his firm lips. His gaze worked its way from my eyes to my bare chest to my clearly aroused cock outlined in the tight pants.

My dick thumped with another pulse of blood. That bastard knew what he was doing to me, and I goddamn blushed again.

My gaze narrowed as the distance between us closed.

When we stood with the smallest amount of space separating us, I muttered, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Toe to toe with me, his pecs met mine, and sexual tension and male musk seemed to fill the corridor.

I gripped the back of his neck, bringing his lips closer to mine. “You know what.”

“Making you blush or making you,” his hips kicked forward so our cocks brushed together, “hard.”

Jedrek had never been playful—always the serious warrior. This side of him was different, compelling, arousing as fuck.

I wanted more.

My chest heaved when the backs of his knuckles grazed over my leather-encased erection.

“I’m about to kiss that smirk right the fuck off your face,” I warned.

“Do it.” He cupped my balls in his palm.

Snaking forward, I drove my mouth against his. No sooner than our lips met than I lashed my tongue into his mouth. My hard palm at the nape of his neck pulled him closer, and I wrapped my other arm around his back. Jedrek grunted a bass sound and plunged deeper into my mouth, his lips widening, his tongue darting.

Our first kiss in days and I didn’t want it to end, but he withdrew with an ample amount of wet suction.

“Duty calls,” he said, smirk back in place on lips that were now rubek red.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Maybe later.” His hooded tempting eyes roamed down my torso.

Then the bastard spun around, opened the doors of the royal chambers, and marched inside like he wasn’t leaving me on the verge of exploding in my pants.

I adjusted my swollen prick and pretended I wasn’t about to ravage the man who preceded me into the room.

Prairie reclined on the huge bedding platform with X Jr. close by her side and Fallon nestled at one breast. Soft sounds of sucking filled the room, and X watched, clearly enamored by Prairie and their two babies.

“Okay. She’s naked.” I pointed, halting beside Jedrek.

“Like you haven’t seen tatas before.” Unconcerned, Prairie shifted the tiny girl to her other tata, prodding a nipple between her lips.

“How does she keep them both satisfied?” Jedrek studied the arrangement of mother and babies, head tilted.

I snorted. Wrong question to ask. The real curiosity was how Prairie kept the twins and X satisfied, because no doubt he was latching onto her tatas just as much as the babies.

X drew a fingertip along the upper swells of Prairie’s breasts. “She has huge—”

“Okay.” Prairie interrupted. “I think they get the picture, meehra. You can stop grinning anytime now.”

I peered closer to little X as the king continued to grin unabashedly.

“They have skin markings already?” Each plump child bore one tiny design on their upper right arm.

The eye-like symbol meant chosen by the Gods. And they were the first to bear the mark since Kerta, a testimony to the importance of X and Prairie’s progeny.

Prairie patted little X’s head, and he gurgled from his belly. “What I’m worried about is the fangs, because ouch.”

The king threw his head back with a deep laugh. “Those won’t grow until they’re weaned.”

“What a relief.” Gently disengaging Fallon from her wet nipple, Prairie pulled a robe over her shoulders. “Now what I really wanna know is what super cool powers they’re gonna inherit, because I might be jelly.”

Jedrek chuckled, a sound I’d heard too rarely. A delicious noise I wanted more of. I stared at the sharp curve of his strong jaw, and I wanted to cup his chin in my hand so I could kiss him again with all the greed pumping through me.

“What up with you two? I need me some gossip.”

At Prairie’s words my gaze snapped away from Jedrek. My cheeks fucking flushed with heat again.

Prairie whooped, clapping onto the bed one-handed. “Details! X tells me nothing.” She pouted playfully. “If you’re having a threesome with Laurel . . . think of all the possibilities. Who did whom first? And have you tried a Laurel sammich yet? What about—”

“X, don’t we have a meeting?” I cut Prairie off.

“Yes.” He scooped up Fallon, and she immediately gave a hard yank on the thin braid that hung from his temple.

X only smiled at her, making a purring, cooing noise I never expected to come from the king of our race.

Jedrek watched closely. Was that awe written across his features?

Maybe one day we can have a child too.

I looked away, the thought rattling me. Then I remembered the way Jedrek had called me meehra the other night. The powerful lunges of his body the first time he’d taken me matched the power behind the endearment he’d used for me.

Shaken, I kept my eyes on X as he said his goodbyes.

“We’ll go to my office. Let my beautiful meehri deal with just one infant for a while.” Leaning down, he took Prairie’s lips with his, drawing her up close as the hum of unspent sexual energy filled the room.

Prairie pulled back with an evil grin. “Well, one of you has to stay and guard l’il ol’ me and Baby X.”

“Jedrek volunteers.” I winked.

My scowling mate huffed in annoyance.

Prairie smiled beatifically. No doubt she’d ply him with a million questions he didn’t want to answer.

X watched, balancing Fallon in the crook of his arm.

Then, with almost no forethought, I sauntered up to Jedrek. His eyes flared with heat then dropped to my chest. Cupping his smooth chin in my hand, I angled his head and dove in for the kiss I’d wanted to give him moments ago.

In front of the queen, the king, the babies, and everything.

Jedrek growled, arms banding immediately around my waist. His tongue lunged and his body knocked against mine in all the right places.

I wet his lips, the interior of his mouth, and dug my fingers into his ass.

That time I ended the kiss, stepping just out of Jedrek’s embrace.

“Hells yeah!” Prairie hollered.

X’s black brows arched high.

Jedrek’s gaze zoomed in on me and held. I could tell he was aroused. And pleased. He reached out, stroking the side of my face, and I turned my cheek into his palm.

This was something more.

“Be nice to him, Prairie.” I advised before leading the way to the door.

“I’m always nice.”

“Naughty’s more like it.” X’s words echoed as we departed the royal chambers.

****

Moments after we closed ourselves inside X’s office, Magnar and Zane joined us. X pulled out the chair behind his huge desk, chucking his wee girl beneath her chin until she giggled.

Zane sat on the edge of the desk and tenderly took her from X, enthralled by the human/Zenithian hybrid whose head was capped by a whorl of red hair. “Come to Uncle Zane, little sweetie.”

Magnar and I exchanged glances. Not only were X and Zane taken by their respective wives, they were smitten by the babies. And it was our job to keep all of them safe.

I looked outside the wall-wide windows as the sky darkened over the Idris Sea. “Where’s Khalon?”

“Keeping watch over Astrid since Zane here finally let her up for air.” X pulled a soft toy in the shape of a cute legrib from the innards of his desk, waving it at Fallon.

“It’s your fault our honeymoon period started late because of the babies.” Standing, Zane bounced the tiny red-haired child in his arms. “We’re working on having a couple of these too, you know?”

“I heard Astrid’s worried about quadruplets because of your double dicks.” Magnar took a seat, trying to get a rise out of Zane.

“Look, if I can knock her up twice as hard I will.” The prince was irreverent as ever, but very much in love with Astrid. “Sometimes I think she thinks my cocks are a science experiment.”

“I feel so sorry for you.” I leaned against the wall. “Must suck to have a woman interested in taking two dicks at the same time.”

“Total hardship.” Magnar grinned.

Zane passed Fallon back to his brother then nodded his head toward me. “Speaking of two cocks, what’s this I hear about you and Jedrek and Laurel?”

My shoulders stiffened; my posture straightened. “Shouldn’t I give you the low-down first?”

“Shouldn’t you give the low-down to Jedrek?” Zane never missed a beat.

And sometimes I wished I could give him the beatdown.

I was busy rolling my eyes at the prince when Khalon entered the room.

“Who’s with Astrid?” Zane quickly questioned.

“She’s visiting Prairie.” The newest Valkrane strode to a chair and lowered into it.

I peered at him, one brow arched high. “You left Jedrek alone with those two women?”

“They’re not exactly dangerous.”

“That’s what you think,” X mumbled while shaking the little legrib toy until Fallon snatched it from him with a gurgle.

“Besides,” Khalon laced his fingers together behind his head, “Kerta’s there too.”

My other brow joined the first near my hairline. “You left Jedrek alone with all three of them?”

The other men chuckled, and I should’ve felt sorry for Jedrek, but the idea of him surrounded by the three females—each as opinionated as the other—provided too much amusement.

X rocked back in his throne-like seat, balancing the babbling baby girl against his shoulder. “Anyway, what’s the update on the black market, Dex. Please tell me you’ve discovered something.”

“No one’s seen anything. No one’s heard anything. And if they have, nobody’s talking.”

“Dammit. This has been going on since Prairie’s challenge with Dylka, and we’re beginning to look as useless as a tazek beast without testicles!” X slammed a hammer-like fist on his desk.

Fallon let out an ear-splitting howl, her face turning an alarming shade of red.

“Sorry, little one.” X soothed her. “Papa’s just worried about you and your brother.” He tenderly wiped the tears from her face with his huge paw. “If someone out there is masterminding a plan to harm humans, who’s to say what they’d do if they got hold of you?” He tucked her head into the crook of his neck, rocking her gently.

I stood stunned at the sight of the king—the most feared, most imposing male on Zenithia—crooning sweetly to his tiny daughter.

His hearts had definitely been captured.

My reverie only broke when Magnar sidled up to me. “You’ve still got Laurel sequestered with you?”

“It’s for her own protection.”

“Is it, though?” X smirked knowingly.

“When’s the mating ceremony?” Zane asked with a not-so innocent look on his face.

“For who?” I glared at him.

“You, Jedrek, and Laurel,” X explained what his brother was thinking.

From beside me Magnar’s massive shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“We’re not . . . it’s just . . .” I blathered.

But Jedrek had seemed enamored with the babies, and maybe—with the king’s blessing—he, Laurel, and I could start our own family, make our own way.

And maybe this time my beard hid my flushed cheeks from sight.

Zane cackled while I continued to stammer over an explanation that just wasn’t forthcoming.

Standing from behind his desk, X sauntered over to me. As if he’d read my mind—which he might’ve, damn him—he handed Fallon to me.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I held the tiny child in outstretched arms, taking in her squirming limbs and startling verdra green eyes.

“Try parenthood on for size.”

I cautiously brought the little baby creature into my embrace, careful not to squeeze her as I drew her to my shoulder. She had no such compunctions, immediately opening a wee fist to clutch and tug a handful of hair.

“Ow.” I tried to dislodge her fingers that were no bigger than the tail of the fluffy legrib toy. “Feisty like her mother, I see.”

I frowned, but a warm glow spread from my hearts outward. She was really quite cute. Until she started howling when a huge clap of thunder marched across the sky, a sky that had darkened ominously outside.

Fallon’s wailing was nearly loud enough to compete with the thunderous rolling boom.

“Looks like nusoon season is about to begin,” I murmured, watching outside as the Idris Sea suddenly churned up huge deadly waves.

Nusoon season brought the most violent weather to Zenithia, blanketing the planet in dangerously wild storms that sometimes lasted a week, sometimes a full month.

“At least with the weather keeping the palace closed, we shouldn’t have to worry about more danger.” Khalon stood to watch the clash of nature brewing outside.

Unable to settle Fallon down—her cries rising higher—I passed her back to her father’s calming embrace.

Magnar folded his arms over his chest. “You know what happens now.”

“Feasts and orgies while we’re stuck inside and out of the elements.”

“Yep. Nothing to do but stay inside and have a lot of sex.”

I nearly groaned out loud at the thought of sex, sex I hadn’t been getting. Rough male fucking as I unleashed myself on Jedrek first then had my way fully with Laurel after.

I was about to end up with another unsightly erection.

I glanced at X. “Do you think I could—”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go get your cock sucked or fucked or whatever. Somebody should be getting some since I can’t.”

“You’re still not allowed to fuck Prairie?” Magnar asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“Astrid and the healer advise against it so soon after the births.”

“Sucks to be you.” I gloated.

“I think you mean sucks to be you.” Magnar elbowed me in the stomach. “I suppose I’ll go relieve Jedrek. Don’t say I never did anything for you, Dex.”

“That’s Sexy Dex to you.” I sailed a wink his way, leaving with the sound of the males’ booming laughter.

I’d just made it to the doors when a new sound chirped from behind me. Not Fallon crying. Not the thunder crashing.

An incoming transmission that beeped in precursor before a voice I recognized sounded in deep, worried tones:

Xyib*eepthxnin, I have news about the black market. You’ll want to hear this then gather your Valkrane.

X’s strident voice shot over the Commander’s. “Dex, you’d better stay.”