But Arghet didn’t care, lost to the mate beneath him, Skehl taking every bit of Arghet’s passion into that big body.
Arghet felt hot everywhere, especially on his arms and chest, the burn of belonging settling deep, tying him to Skehl and the mysterious female just out of reach.
When he’d finished, he stepped back, and Skehl straightened and turned to face him, his cock still stiff. “Arghet,” he murmured and cupped Arghet’s cheek. “We are one.”
Arghet had trouble standing.
The female was suddenly there, between them, pushing Arghet back as she got to her knees before Skehl. To Arghet, she ordered, “You, wait for me. This I have been waiting for. He is mine.”
Arghet had a glimpse of an irate female, one who smelled of a woman’s need and glorious battle lust. Then he watched in awe as she took Skehl’s cock between her lips.
Skehl froze, his eyes wide, his facial marker glowing red. He stared at Arghet even as he started pumping into her mouth. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes gradually closed. He tentatively put his large hands on her shoulders.
“Maker,” Arghet said on a breath, not sure what he was seeing. Because the scene before him could have come from his deepest, most private fantasies. But the female making soft sounds as she drew Skehl deeper, taking that thick root down her throat, was a flesh and blood woman. The scent of her cream enticed, stole the will from Arghet as his body responded despite his exhaustion.
He knelt with her, desire riding him. But in this position, all he could do without interrupting Skehl’s pleasure would be to fondle the female. Fucking her would have to wait.
Behind her, their bodies flush, he felt her stiffen but not stop working Skehl. Arghet wanted to reward her for giving his mate such bliss—the pleasure radiated from Skehl’s large body, saturating the area with thick, delicious energy. Arghet kissed her neck and ran his hands around her body, hugging and stroking her. He cupped her full breasts and teased her nipples. She must have liked it because she sucked harder, teasing a moan from Skehl. Arghet lowered one hand, diving beneath her loincloth to the wet silk between her folds.
“I’m in Fyanthul,” he rasped, a barbarian’s heaven, as he slid a finger inside her while pinching her nipple at the same time. She keened around Skehl’s cock, and he thrust that finger deeper, then fucked her with it.
Skehl swore and withdrew, his seed dribbling down her lips to her chest, coating Arghet’s hand.
The incredible orgasm she’d given Skehl worked its way through her and into Arghet, and he came against the small of her back, his second seed and Skehl’s soaking into her body.
He hadn’t meant to let it go, but now that he had, Arghet knew he’d marked her as his—as had Skehl.
When he could function again, he looked up to see Skehl staring with satisfaction down at them both. “Mine.”
Arghet had a feeling things had gotten turned around, but before he could make sense of it, he felt himself falling. And then he knew nothing more.
Raia did her best to catch her breath, still not sure how she’d gone from a willing—oh Maker—observer to a willing participant. Not how she’d thought she’d claim her mate. Or was it in factmates, plural? Though she’d been toying with the idea of taking Arghet as well, she’d decided to wait until she’d seen him fight.
But these two just had to fuck around.I am truly a weak woman.She sighed, still on her knees, still savoring the taste of one male while dizzy from such an explosive climax from the other.
Yet none of that had prevented her from using a spiked fingernail to inject the sleeping toxin into Arghet.
“Female, you are mighty.” Skehl gently lifted her to stand. They both turned to see Arghet lying peacefully at her feet. “I would…” Skehl paused. He drew her up, lifting her in his hefty arms, and slowly closed the distance between them. His kiss, when it came, was so light she barely felt it. But the soft wash of his breath over her mouth, and the second, firmer kiss, pulled her deeper under his control.
Whoa. Wait.She struggled to go free and was immediately set down. His facial markers glowed red, pulsing with a rhythm that echoed inside her.
He grazed her cheek. “The same.” He smiled, and the sweetness of it melted her heart.
“Yes. The same. You’re mine.” She tugged him down to kiss his marker, and everything clicked into place. “And I guess he’s mine now too.” She looked down at Arghet and smiled. “He won’t be pleased when he wakes up.”
No, he won’t. Female, who is mine, by what name are you called?
Raia.She loved the fact that Skehl had instigated their mental bond.You, Skehl, have been mine since birth. As I have been yours. We were meant to grow up together. But circumstances tore us apart. Now I’ve found you.
He looked confused.
“I will explain it all later. But now, we must go. Pick him up and bring him.” She turned to leave, feeling slick between her legs. Mother Night, but her mates had skills. That pleased her. She turned and saw Skehl holding Arghet over his shoulder. But he didn’t move.
“Come,” she said.
He shook his head. Not good. “We must wait for Arghet to wake.”
“No. We have to go before he wakes up and sets the Vyctore on us.”
