Alien Best Man (6 page)
He thrust the length of his cock into my wet heat in one hard stroke. Making sure he filled me completely, he pulled me hard against his groin. Everything inside me coiled tight as he began to fuck me in raw and hard strokes. I heard myself say his name, even if I hadn’t meant to.
He reached forward and wrapped his arms around me, covering my breasts in his hands. He rolled my nipples in his fingers while he pumped his cock into my cunt. And with each stroke he twisted my breasts a little harder, and the pain twisted my lust into an unbearable need for release.
He fucked me almost brutally, as I wanted him to. When he pinched my nipple again, I groaned out, my internal muscles clenching around him while he worked his cock deep into me.
Helplessly, I surrendered to his thrusts and pinches and the twisted way he played with my lust. The way he played with my fear. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me. His hand closed around my neck, grasping the collar, reminding me that he had put it around my neck, and that I had let him. That I was his.
I was close, so close, but he pulled out of me, rose to his feet while I rested my cheek against the cool floor, cursing him, thanking him for his cruelty of not giving me satisfaction.
Slowly, my heartbeat calmed, my breathing too. I glanced up at him. His skin glowed, his cock rested hard against his stomach, glistened from my juices.
He hadn’t come inside me, and I had the sudden fear that I hadn’t pleased him enough. From the corner of my eyes I saw Qay watching me, and shame hit me, shame that I wanted Zyn in the first place. I was in love with Qay. It wasn’t okay to crave Zyn as well, was it?
“I know what you need, know what you fear too,” Zyn said quietly. He reached down, brushed his hand against my cheek, removed the leash from the choker. “I’ll push you to the edge, but I’ll never let you fall. Do you understand?” I lowered my gaze. “Yes.”
I couldn’t see his smile, but I heard it in his voice. “That will do—for tonight.” Rising to my feet, I wrapped my arms around myself as I met Qay’s gaze, knowing I had stripped more than just my clothes in front of both men. Zyn had always known my wish to submit at least sexually to him. But now, meeting Qay’s gaze as he walked toward me, blood rushed into my face.
“You stayed,” I said, entirely unnecessarily.
“I’d never leave you.” Qay closed his arms around me and I leaned my head against his chest. “You don’t have to decide between us, only embrace that we are meant to be together.” He kissed me slowly and lovingly, and I rubbed my hips against him, against his hard cock, slicking him with my juices. Zyn had brought me close, but he hadn’t made me come. Qay wouldn’t do that.
I wrapped my arms around Qay’s shoulders, my leg around one of his until he swept me into his arms and carried me to bed. I climbed on top of him, his cock hot and hard between my legs. I leaned forward, took him into my mouth to taste him. Working my tongue up and down his shaft, hearing his hoarse groans, I realized I had no control left. My body demanded release. I straddled Qay, taking his cock, inch by inch, into my eager cunt.
I paused, enjoying the feeling of having Qay inside me, then I sought Zyn’s gaze.
He stood beside the bed, watching me. I followed his lazy movements as he ran his hand up and down his cock. It didn’t escape me how similar this was to the scene I had seen in the book.
“Come to us,” I whispered, reaching out to him, and took his hand to pull him close. “After all, it’s tradition.”
Zyn smiled, his dark eyes lighting up, and he moved behind me on the bed, between Qay’s legs. Kneeling there, he closed his hands around my hips. He guided me up and down, controlling my movements, then reached between my legs. I looked, closed my eyes with a strangled moan. I moved my hips faster, holding on to the image of Zyn’s hand between my legs as he touched me and Qay’s cock at the same time.
Qay began to knead my breasts, gently, teasingly, sending hot sparks from his fingertips all over my skin. My nipples hardened under his skilled fingers. I fell against Zyn’s chest to enjoy, who bit into my shoulder, sending a firework of lust straight between my legs.
Qay trailed his fingers across my cheek, across my mouth. “Kiss me, Jana,” he said, and I leaned forward, seeking his mouth, my hands splayed over his hard chest.
I lost myself in the hands of both men, their fingers, their mouths. Lost myself in touching Qay, tracing every curve of his body, lost myself in the rough touches Zyn gave me until touching and being touched blurred to one feeling. Hands roamed my body, leaving nothing left to explore.
A hard slap landed on my ass, taking away my breath, and Qay wrapped his arms around me, pulled me down against his chest until I rested with my nose nestled at the side of his neck, inhaling his scent. Zyn used some kind of cool lube, fingering my ass. I gasped as the thick head of a cock replaced his fingers. I clenched around Qay’s cock while Zyn pushed slowly into me.
“I’m going to fuck your sweet ass,” Zyn said, and his cock inched deeper, stretching me wide, making my thoughts spiral away. It didn’t hurt, but it was so intense I closed my eyes, digging my fingers into Qay’s chest, who wrapped his hands around my face, kissing me.
“Push back,” Zyn ordered, his voice rough, and I did what he told me. My breath faltered then I moved, adjusting to the tighter sensation, knowing that both men could feel each other.
Zyn’s hands came around my hips, rocking me against him. The friction, the sensation of having two cocks buried deep inside of me turned me mindless with desire. I groaned, pleasure rippling through me as Zyn thrust into my ass while Qay’s cock inside my cunt rubbed against my clit.
I felt Qay’s heart beating against my flat palm, making me seek his gaze. I moved against him, working the two cocks sliding in and out of me, moaning at the bliss of being filled so completely. It was a careful dance, three bodies, moving in sync, back and forth, each thrust and pull wringing a sound from me until Qay pulled my hips against his groin, shouting out his release as his cock pulsed inside my cunt.
Zyn reached for me with his mind, his heat wrapping around my senses. I screamed as heat blazed through my every nerve, white stars erupting behind my closed eyelids. I climaxed, my release erupting from my core, and I clung to the shivers and spasms convulsing through my body, feeling Zyn coming inside of me, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed.
* * * * *
I opened one eye, sliding off Qay, who was sleeping soundly. I must have fallen asleep on top of him—but it was still night. Zyn was nowhere in sight, so I slipped out of the bed, moving quietly.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I murmured, searching for my dress, the choker around my neck suddenly too tight. I took it off, left it on the bed. When I found my dress, I slipped it on, turned toward the door. And stopped short.
The cat was sprawled in front of it, tail moving lazily up and down.
I silently cursed Zyn.
I searched for a different exit, found a second door. Keeping my gaze on the cat, I tiptoed toward the door that would lead me away from the two males I just had sex with.
I needed time to think, and I couldn’t with them close.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Zyn’s voice came from behind me, entirely too loud and surely waking Qay.
I rotated on my heel, struck speechless as I gazed into Zyn’s stormy eyes.
“Come to bed,” Qay said, sounding sleepy but looking at me.
Any moment now Qay would say something sensible and make everything seem normal. But I’d spent the night with two men, and one of them had lured me onto his planet with the promise of marriage. I should have read the fine print.
My gaze traveled back and forth between the two males, both similar-looking with their copper-colored skin, their sharp features, their strong, muscled bodies. But they couldn’t be more different. Still, both felt so
right
.
Zyn moved toward me, and I held my hand up, which did
not
stop him in his tracks, so I backed away. “I can’t deal with this right now,” I said, addressing Qay.
“We will see you in the morning then. Or,” Qay said wearily, “or you can decide not to attend the ceremony.”
I let out a long sigh. “What happens at the ceremony?”
“We will propose,” Zyn said quietly. “Qay’s pledge will be different from mine because he is your husband, but we will both ask you to choose us.” His dark eyes swept over my body in an all-encompassing gaze, as if he was prepared to pounce if I started running. “And we will do so in front of my people. And you will
accept us
.” Qay let out a series of harsh words from which I understood only a few, but I gathered that Qay wasn’t happy with Zyn at all.
I grinned. “So, the ceremony is the actual wedding? A big deal, right? And I can decide if I want to accept both of you? Because I can’t have one without the other.” It wasn’t a question. They’d both spoon-fed me the truth, but it was still up to me if I wanted to embrace it. “Or I can return to Earth, right?”
“Yes,” Qay said simply. “It’s your decision.”
I looked at Zyn, waiting for him to acknowledge that I had a choice. He didn’t.
I looked at Qay. “Did Zyn send you to Earth to seduce me?”
“I fell in love with you, Jana,” Qay answered quietly. “But yes, he told me he’d found Dezra’s heart but that he lost his cool in the heat of the moment and scared you away. So he asked me to go and get you. If it helps, I didn’t believe him at first, until I met you.”
I turned, heading toward the door. “Considering all things in the past, I might choose to return to Earth.”
As I had expected, Zyn stepped in my way, the cat trailing at his footsteps. “I won’t let you leave,” he said. “You are mine.” He held the choker in his hand, the metal glinting softly.
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze square-on even though inside I was trembling.
“You will await my decision. Or do you want to enslave me, control me with your mind, like you do with this cat?”
“I’ll set the cat free.”
“That’s a good start,” I said, stepping around him, but his hand landed on my shoulder, stopping me again. I caught Qay’s gaze, saw him smile, and I was sure that he knew what went on in my head. Zyn, however, was for once clueless.
“You are
mine
, woman.”
“Set me free,” I whispered, “and when I return to you, I’ll be yours forever.” A vein throbbed in his temple, and I knew he struggled with the concept of giving me the freedom of making my own decision. Then he stepped away from me, giving me enough space to step through the door.
The only way I would ever leave Dezra—and both men—would be kicking and screaming. But they needn’t know that yet.
Well, I hadn’t fooled Qay—about that I was sure. But I was messing with Zyn, and that was curiously satisfying. I walked on, slowly, my heart lifting when I heard Zyn’s voice behind my back.
“Catch,” he said, and I turned, instinctively raising my hand as something flew toward me.
When I opened my hand, I stared at the choker, and I traced along the three-leaved flower pattern. Zyn kept his distance, but his gaze was on my face as I raised the choker and closed it around my neck.
“Never take it off again,” Zyn said, and I bit my lip, already looking forward to my punishment, and admitting that it took a whole lot more to fool the best man when it came to his woman.
Amy Redwood lives in Vancouver, Canada. This wasn’t always the case. She grew up in Europe, moved to New Zealand and then explored China before settling down on the west coast of Canada. She likes nothing better than dark chocolate, autumn rain and curling up on the couch reading a great story. But what she loves is writing about smart heroines and sexy heroes enjoying hot nights, hotter days and a happily ever after.
After all, nothing beats a happy end.
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