Chapter Seven
ARGHET STARED AT his female, the sight of her splendor burning into his spirit. She was small of frame yet muscular, her strength of body complementing her strength of mind. She looked so cute standing there, a hand on her hip, waiting to be obeyed.
He noted Skehl by his side, his cock straining, his body tense. The poor male needed ease. Arghet knew he’d never before taken a female, and that lack made Arghet long to show him everything, to make the experience perfect for Skehl.
Arghet disrobed, and Skehl did the same.
Now all three stood naked, studying each other. Arghet’s markers flashed, a hint of red surprising him, though he should have expected it seeing Raia and Skehl’s facial markers turn the same shade. The color of blood, of passion. He felt the pulse inside him quicken, the rhythm matching the ones flashing on his bond-mates’ faces and on Skehl’s broad chest.
Raia gave a regal nod of appreciation. “Now, you two will come here and—”
Arghet shook his head, amused when she frowned. “Raia, what is it you think you’re going to accomplish here?”
She blinked. “What?”
“You’ve obviously had some warrior training, and—”
“Assassin, Arghet. I’m a trained assassin.”
And proud of it, by the cocky stance and assured tone. “You can kill. I’ve seen you on more than one occasion. But Skehl and I are trained in the art of battle as well.” He stepped closer, Skehl by his side. “And this is one fight you will not win.”
He pounced and grabbed her, pinning her hands behind her back. The front of his body dwarfed her soft curves and lean muscle. “Maker, you feel good.”
She squirmed, grinding against him, and he groaned.Skehl, get behind her.Skehl moved swiftly.Grab her hands, hold her for me.
“Bastard. Get off of me.” She tried but couldn’t free herself from Skehl. The large male held her easily, but with care. Skehl radiated affection, and Arghet knew if he didn’t watch out for him, Raia would have Skehl wrapped around her little finger.
He kissed her to distract her, and then he forgot about distracting her as she sighed into his mouth, no longer fighting to get away, but fighting to get closer.
“So good,” Skehl moaned, holding her tight against him.
Arghet felt Skehl’s arousal, and Raia’s kiss sent waves of need through him. He trailed his mouth down her neck, sucking at her pulse points.Skehl, kiss our mate. Show her how much you want her.
Skehl obeyed, moving Raia’s hands from behind her up to clutch the back of his neck. The position thrust her chest forward, and while Skehl leaned forward to kiss any part of her he could reach, Arghet kissed her breast, sucking the nipple before biting it.
She gasped and moaned, and he noted Skehl palming the other breast, molding it and moving in tune with Raia’s need. The three of them felt each other’s responses, and the ramping desire made it difficult to keep himself together.
Inexperienced Skehl had a tough time of it, and Arghet noted his urgency as he ground against her back.
Raia’s satisfied smile pleased him. She whispered, “Give it to me, Skehl.”
Skehl grunted, shoving against her back in frustration, and Arghet knew the poor warrior needed a quick ease before he could take his time with their female. “Give her your first seed, mate. She wants to feel you against her skin.”
Skehl thrust faster, and Arghet took his hand from Raia’s breast and sucked Skehl’s forefinger deep into his mouth.
Skehl moaned, bucking against her. Arghet scented his release.
“Ah, ah, Raia.” Skehl hugged her tight, still pushing against her, no doubt sliding through his own seed.
Raia moaned his name, her hands still holding him around the back of his neck, her ass grinding against him.
Arghet let Skehl’s finger go, watching his mate find joy. So beautiful, that wash of sensation, that glorious need expelled over their female. And Raia, basking in his pleasure, a sight to behold.
The air around them shimmered with power, phelthar flowing in the sweet smell of creation, flowers, and good green life. Arghet saw several red-stems unfurl from the ground and thicken into healthy stalks. The markers on his mates’ faces were neon bright.
And made him hungry for more.
He trailed kisses down Raia’s fine body and knelt between her legs, nudging her stance wider. Without pause, he kissed down her mound and latched onto her ripe clit, dragging his tongue over the thick flesh, lapping her cream. She was so wet, ready for him. Forthem.
