Jedrek
LAUREL LOOKED GLORIOUS, shining beneath the two moons’ light. Her black hair shimmered, her red lips curved in invitation, and she took both Dex and me by the hand.
With a gentle tug, she pulled us between the obelisks, toward our mutual destiny.
Inside the shining ring of columns, the Blind Seer awaited us. She was at least as tall as X, and she wore a hood that covered her face. In fact, the only skin she showed were her hands—slim, and fine, and white as bone. Awe filled me, and I had no idea what was expected of us.
This definitely wasn’t an everyday occurrence.
Dex, Laurel, and I unlinked hands, waiting anxiously.
“No need to be nervous.” The covering over the Blind Seer’s face shifted as she spoke in a deep sonorous tone. “I’m just the most ancient sacred being on the planet.”
Beside me, I heard Dex gulp. Then he made this weird bowing motion.
Somehow the Seer sensed his genuflection and commented, “And no need to bow. I’m not as fussy about ritual as the king.”
I barked out a laugh, because the king fussy? The only thing he fussed about was when he wasn’t getting enough sex from Prairie.
Laurel shook her head frantically at me, her violet eyes widening, her lips pursed closed.
“Two Zenithian males and one human female? Interesting.” As if she glided several inches off the ground, the sacrosanct female floated around us, and energy seemed to curl from her outstretched fingers.
Maybe she was hovering off the ground. What the hell did I know?
Fuck, I hope she can’t read minds like X can. Talk about awkward.
Now I was the one gulping, my palms sweating. “Uh, we didn’t really plan on getting together as a threesome.”
Laurel shot a look at me. “Yeah, right. Maybe I didn’t, but you two sure put some planning into it.”
“Another feisty human.” Sweeping around to the front of us, the Seer inclined her head toward Laurel. “I like it.”
“Is there some kind of protocol for what we’re supposed to do in here?” Dex shifted his big booted feet, hands clasped behind his back.
“Yes. Didn’t you get the memo?”
Shit. A memo?
Silence reigned until she chuckled a resonant laugh. “Relax. Every binding is unique, and it’s simply a pleasure to be out among the commoners. I do get bored sitting up in my own realm all alone.”
My eyebrows rose toward the sky.
“I might need to attend one of the feasts I hear so much about.”
Again Laurel’s eyes widened.
“Shall we do this thing?” the Blind Seer asked.
“Right.” I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”
“Splendid. The warrior Jedrek, the warrior Dex, the human Laurel, will you all join hands?”
We did as asked, the three of us linked together through flesh as we’d soon be bound by ritual.
“It is important to understand a mating ritual is permanent. You must all profess a profound love for one another.”
Fuck. Talking is not my strong suit.
“Would you begin, Jedrek?”
She has to be a mindreader too.
“No comment,” she said in reply to my silent thought.
I licked my lips nervously, drawing Dex and Laurel closer to me. “I didn’t think I’d fall in love once, let alone twice. Or with two such different . . . beings. Dex, you were my friend for years and I respected you, trusted you. But now I want you with an ache that resides inside my soul if I can’t have you—always, deeply, desperately.”
A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly at the back of Dex’s jaw, and his hand tightened around mine.
I turned my attention to Laurel. “You, meehri, captured my attention from the first. So sweet, so innocent, or so I thought.”
She gave me a fleeting smile.
“I just wanted to protect you. Then I longed to possess you. But you possessed me right back, and I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”
Her eyes sparkling and damp, she blinked rapidly.
The Seer nodded at Dex, indicating it was his turn to give his vows.
“Not sure how I’m supposed to follow that. Always have to one-up me.” Dex winked, but then his voice dropped to a deep sober tone. “Before you two, I thought little about love and all about lust.”
“And that’s changed how?” I couldn’t resist making him blush one more time.
“It changed when you showed me both at the same time, meehra.”
His words poured over me, and I felt lighter, freer, even though we were binding ourselves together forever.
“And Laurel. Our beautiful human woman. I wanted you all to myself, but having you with Jedrek, loving you with him,” he shook his head, smiling in that rare beautifully shy way of his, “it’s everything. The two of you are everything.”
Laurel beamed proudly. But when she began, her voice was shaky at first. “I knew you’d both always watch over me, but I didn’t expect Dex—funny and sweet. Jedrek—sometimes too serious and so powerful—”
“Hey, I’m powerful too,” Dex interrupted.
Laurel’s tinkling laugh sent waves of pleasure over me. “Of course you are. You’re both Valkrane warriors, but so different. And it’s the difference that makes our love stronger.” A tear coursed down her glowing cheek. “I’m so very lucky to have you both.”
“We all are,” I whispered, watching both my mates.
The Blind Seer seemed to approve because next she began chanting in the ancient mother tongue. A low melodious soothing song, which weaved a mystical spell I felt warming and expanding outward from my hearts. Her rich tones washed over us, threading the three of us together forever.
A special kind of energy seemed to surround us when her last few words floated up into the air. And I held Dex and Laurel closer against me, wanting this moment, this memory, imprinted in my mind.
“Now,” the ancient female opened her hands toward us, “who has the rings?”
“The . . . the rings?” Dex stammered.
The only ring I wanted to put on the male was a cock ring.
“Joking,” the Seer said with another chuckle.
“Prairie’s rubbing off on her,” Dex muttered.
Then, with our love bound, the skin markings on Dex’s and my torsos glowed to life, the light emanating from under our chestplates. The circles shifted one final time to connect completely. A permanent etching of our mating with Laurel forever marked on our bodies.
Laurel reached out, hands smoothing over our bodies where the chestplates didn’t cover us. Her fingertips followed the flowing lines that showed, and as she stood before me, I lowered my mouth to hers.
The kiss unrushed, our tongues met to taste and slowly swirl.
She drifted back with a quiet hum before Dex turned her into his embrace. Watching the pair kiss, their mouths aligning, heads twisting, sent a hot pulse of raw arousal through me.
Then I dragged Dex to me, my gaze landing on his before slipping to his red lips. Lips I hungrily plundered, the rasp of his beard tingling against my flesh, the dart of his tongue drawing a groan from my chest.
“Young love. Splendid.” The Blind Seer’s hood moved again, and I sensed she was smiling serenely.
Although I didn’t know who she was calling young. Dex and I were both many, many decades old. I supposed Laurel qualified, though through one of the awesome perks of living on Zenithia her aging had already begun slowing.
Then the Blind Seer was gone. Just like that. Leaving the three of us mated once and for all, and before all.
When we stepped from the shining structure of obelisks, raucous cheers crashed over us. Zenithians and humans alike clapped and whistled. We were pulled into embraces from the king and queen to Zane and Astrid, and of course Magnar.
Dex clapped the other Valkrane warrior on the back, bellowing, “Last alien standing right here!”
“And that’s how it’s going to stay,” Magnar announced, but then he didn’t know what he was missing out on.
Mainly hot threesome sex.
And a whole lot of love.
I pulled Dex and Laurel up to Prairie and X.
“No offense, but fuck the feast,” I said to the king and queen.
We had better things to do.
Mainly hot threesome mated sex.
“But I’m supposed to dance.” Laurel gave Dex and me a pretty playful pout, swirling lustrous black hair over one shoulder.
“Dance for us.” Dex took matters into his own hands, lifting Laurel into his arms to the crowd’s roaring applause and Laurel’s high squeals.
I followed swiftly behind, watching Dex’s taut ass flex as he stalked purposefully along.
He carried her all the way to our chambers and over the threshold.
Smiling broadly, he said, “Isn’t this an Earth tradition?”
Laurel rolled her eyes, her arms twined around his neck. “Put me down. I promised you a dance.”
“That’s more like it.” He let her slip from his body, setting her on her feet.
Then he swatted her on the ass and tugged me with him to one of the soft benches. He removed both our chestplates before splatting me down on the sofa and sliding beside me. An arm around my shoulder, he dragged me into a lush male kiss, hands grappling all the way down my back.
Laurel gasped. “Oh God. I love watching you kiss.”
With one last lick of my lips, Dex aimed a hot flashing look at her. “Dance for your males, meehri.”
A stunning dark-haired goddess, she swung her hips with a sensual glide. Her tits shimmied within the soft confines of her crimson red gown. Twisting her arms over her head, she spun in a slow circle, the dress rippling over the globes of her ass.
My cock surged fully erect, forming a hard roll inside my leathers.
Leaning toward me, Dex licked a path along my throat, fangs coursing over sensitive flesh. I held him to me, groin rocking up in time with Laurel’s sexy dance.
Her eyelids shaded over her irises, and her knees dipped, mirroring my rocking motion.
I grunted when Dex’s hand fell to my cock through my pants. His fingers glided over me, toying with the rigid helmet before cupping my balls so full of hot cum.
Laurel watched it all while we watched her. Her dance a seduction just like Dex’s sure firm strokes.
Growling and impatient, he ripped open my leather breeches. I shoved them to midthigh, desperate for more of his touch.
With a harsh groan, he loosened his own lacings. His prick jutted up immediately, a hard hot throbbing length I fisted in my rough palm.
“Stroke each other.” Laurel’s gown slipped down to reveal the upper slopes of her creamy breasts.
The damn dress stopped just short of revealing her soft pink nipples, and I wanted so much to see the swollen crests.
Voice raw and raspy, I ordered, “Take off the gown.”
She bit her bottom lip, gyrating with loose rolls of her lush hips. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”
“She’s playing with us.” Dex licked at my ear, and shudders heaved all over my body.
I pulled my hand up over his turgid cock, palming the slick head. “You’re both playing with me.”
“Yes, meehra.” Then his mouth engulfed me in a strong sucking wet furnace.
I shoved his head further down along my aching cock, fucking up from my groin. His tongue lapped every inch when I let him back up, and his hard-forged breath gusted along me.
Laurel swept closer, the neckline of her gown lowering, lowering. Her nipples appeared, and she curled a single fingertip around one tight pink peak. Her smile held nothing but naughty promise as I pressed up between Dex’s wide-parted lips again.
The male moaned in approval, adding his saliva to my already slick dick. My balls overfull, I hissed when he pawed at them, nothing delicate about his touch.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Dex. Want to come inside Laurel.”
Laurel let her gown slide down her arms, the dress rolling to her tiny waist. Breasts swinging, she hipped ever closer.
And her voice was a sultry song when she said, “I want you both inside me tonight. My pussy and my ass at the same time.”
That was it. My patience shredded.
With a roar, I pulled Dex off my leaking cock with a sucking pop. He slammed my mouth with a furious kiss, tongue painting the insides of my cheeks. Then he prowled to his feet, nostrils flaring, fangs hanging down from his gums.
He dropped his leathers all the way off then jerked me up to my feet. “Take those off now.” He pointed at my pants I hurried to fling from my legs.
We advanced on Laurel, predatory, hungry, needing.
His two huge hands dove into her dress and ripped it clean off her.
Twisting her hair around my fist, I yanked her roughly up to my kiss while he set his mouth on one of her breasts, suckling loudly.
Licking around the other aureole, he asked in a gritty tone, “Who gets your ass the first time, meehri?”
She gasped, clinging to both of us when Dex ranged upward to pin her between our two bigger taller bodies. “You, Dex.”
I nipped her neck, hand cupping the whole of her bottom I wanted into as well. “Why him?”
“He’s slightly smaller.” She batted her feathery eyelashes at us.
My chest puffed up.
He scowled, leaning back to fist the heavy length of his pulsing cock. “I take offense to that.”
Laurel dragged her fingernails down his chest and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’m kidding. Fair’s fair, and Jedrek got your ass the first time, Sexy Dexy.”
“That’s better,” he smirked just before lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed where she bounced all sexy and flushed and ready for a seriously hot fucking.
I climbed up after her, cruised along her body, tasted her hot creamy slit first.
“Ung! Jedrek!” Her hands clung to my shoulders.
Shoulders I looked over to beckon Dex. “Come. Taste her.”
His blond beard and blue eyes so completely striking against her pink sex, he went immediately down to latch his lips over her cunt.
I roved up, biting a nipple, twisting the other.
Her breasts swollen, her breath ragged, her back arched, she whimpered and writhed.
We brought her to a wailing orgasm before maneuvering her shaking shuddering body between us. I sat against the top of the bed, holding my intensely hard cock upright, aimed to pierce the sweet soaking depths of her.
Behind her, Dex’s huge hands wrapped around her waist. He kissed her neck, licked it, and lowered her slick little slit over my massive cockhead.
My cock separated her engorged pink flesh, the head forging the way. She remained tight no matter how many times we reamed her out, and I could only imagine how much more of a wet sheath she’d form around me with Dex powering his big dick through her virgin ass.
Uncontrollably, I thrust up. Spearing into Laurel’s sweltering heat that wrapped like a wet fist made my eyes roll back and my knees pull up. I withdrew to the head then slammed up even harder as she held my shoulders, tits crushed against my chest.
“Stay still, Jedrek.” Dex dripped oil into the palm of his hand, and I knew he was going to prepare our mate to take him.
“Fuck. I’m trying.” Sweat dripped down the center of my back, and I took Laurel’s mouth in a hot kiss she returned with a slant of her head, a slick twist of her tongue.
She pulled back, gasping, and I felt Dex dip a finger inside her.
Her hips moved like they had when she’d danced, and Dex’s free hand must’ve been spreading her luscious cheeks open. Her eyes snapped wide then she clamped down on my cock, new wet heat spilling from her, frothing all over my so-ready balls.
Dex groaned, shuffling closer to her, closer to us, his thighs beside mine.
Fuck. I felt his fingers inside her. He caressed my embedded cock as much as her tiny opening, the sensation making me in-fucking-sane with want.
Hands tangling in Laurel’s hair, I raised her a little, just enough to get at her hot-tipped breasts. I sucked the low-hanging mounds, murmuring, licking, lapping the swollen peaks.
She moaned, writhing. She rocked, keeping me mostly inside her while Dex scissored thick fingers into her bottom. Fingers that kept pressing against me too.
Fraught with arousal, I mumbled around the tit in my mouth, “I need to fuck her.”
“Almost.” Looming behind Laurel, Dex poured more oil.
Then I heard the slick snick snick as he shuttled his wet fist over his prodigious cock.
“Easy,” I said when Laurel bucked down on me. “Easy, meehri. You can take him. Take him up that pretty ass of yours.”
She bleated a sound I’d never heard before, and I helped soothe her, excite her more, by slipping a hand between us to slide two fingers alongside her unshrouded clit.
Then Dex’s thick cockhead popped inside her. The pronounced ridge rubbed the root of my buried shaft. I wondered if one day we could fuck her cunt at the same time too.
Then all thought ceased.
Laurel whined, shuddering. She reared up, and I sucked more of her breast into my mouth, careful with my fangs.
“Oh God. Oh God! Dex!” She reached back, yanking at his braided hair to bring his mouth to hers in a slipping sliding kiss.
Her cunt convulsed, her creamy essence foaming to my balls.
With Dex inside her ass to the hilt, I carefully pulled out. When I slid back in, he glided back, and the rhythm was set. In, out, rubbing against one another with each deep wet pass, and Laurel between us, getting thoroughly fucked by us both.
She thrashed, coming back to my mouth. Her biting little feral kisses making my balls boil within their tightening sac.
In. Out. Hot. Slick. Tight. Cock. Cunt.
Strength.
Power.
Mates.
My arms cranked around her waist. Dex’s banded just under her breasts. Laurel braced her palms on my chest, her belly slipping along my abdomen, her clit gouging against my groin. And her ass must’ve been taken a beating because Dex sped up.
I did too.
We pounded her with a punishing tempo, and she arched back for more, slipped forward for more.
Dex’s broad chest spread against Laurel’s back with each snapping thud of his hips. Sounds of erotic wetness filled the room. Furs shuffled off the bed. My head craned back.
Only to be pulled up by Dex who drew me to Laurel, then to his lips. He kissed me over her shoulder, tongue shoving deep, as deep as his prick impaling her between us. I palmed his ass, feeling that forceful impact. His cock glided against mine—every ridge and vein—separated by just a thin barrier. It was like breeding him and her at the same time.
My mind spun. My pulse raced. My cock wanted. My balls jostled, and—Gods—Dex’s sac banged against mine, soft skin over heavy weights, over and over again.
Laurel’s whimpers ranged higher, and she rode back onto Dex, down onto me. She tightened inside—lush wet swollen depths clutching, convulsing. Head thrown back, she cried out.
Her tits shook.
Her hips danced.
Her body arched.
She came so hard I held her hips down, and watched—wondrous—as the pulse in her throat fluttered, her cunt palpating.
Milking.
Wanting.
Dex’s dark dirty look beyond her shoulder had to reflect my own.
We needed.
In the end we both crammed into her at the same time. His cock pulsed, spitting out ropes of cum so searing seething hot, the blast almost dammed my own release. I grappled with his shoulders, Laurel pinned between us.
Bellowing from the depths of my chest, I finally unloaded, shaft-deep. We filled Laurel, pumping into her heat from both sides and holding her between us.
We filled one another.
All of us.
My balls aching and sort of empty—at least for the moment—I shoved Dex off Laurel’s back. He flopped beside us, tucking a strand of her damp hair behind her ear and nuzzling right up to my side. Laurel dropped down, half on top of me, half on top of him.
I rose to an elbow. And I kissed her temple before leaning over to brush Dex’s grinning mouth with my parted lips.
“Hey,” I said.
His eyes drifted open. “Hey.”
“Regrets?”
He rolled to his side, and our forearms looked rugged against Laurel’s tapered back. “No. Never.”
“What about me?” Laurel spoke up, her cheek resting against her hands.
Dex slapped her ass. “You want more right now?”
“We might need to get the Healer in here first.”
“Bullshit.” Dex nipped her shoulder. “You loved every hot sexy second of fucking both of us.”
Aaaand suddenly my cock hardened again.
Skimming his fingers down my arm then across Laurel’s back, Dex asked, “So, should we add a fourth person, alien, human to our mix?”
“Well, you did mention Magnar.” Laurel propped up on her arms, peering at Dex.
“No way.” I slid from beneath her to mount her as she lay on her belly.
I was ready to go full rut on her ass I hadn’t had yet.
“In case you didn’t notice, I’m not into sharing you,” I whispered gruffly down by her ear.
“Only with me.” Dex moved closer, his cock butting against Laurel’s hip.
“I was just kidding!” She wriggled beneath me.
“Better be.” I humped down onto her before tackling the sassy female between us.
Dex and I took turns touching, tasting, kissing her until she was ready, wet, open again.
She gasped hotly. “I think three is plenty.”
Agreed.