She slowly got to her feet, glancing back at Skehl and Arghet, who laid on either side of her on the broad slab. Hmm. That rock hadn’t been that wide yesterday. Yet they certainly fit, male specimens of beauty and vitality. So large, physically, but also in spirit. Yes, she had been well rewarded.
Raia warmed just watching them.Herwarriors.
She stretched and winced, then blushed to realize she had some dried fluids on her. Feeling a lot less carnal in the light of the early morning, she cautiously skirted the felines and found a small stream nearby. After cleaning herself, once more refreshed, she rejoined her mates, only to find them rousing.
Seeing the powerful males who now belonged to her, she felt more than gratified. She felt as if she’d come home.
“Ah, female, you are a sight.” Arghet smiled. He seemed younger to her, his vitality sparkling in his golden eyes. The flex of muscle on his chest intrigued her with the rhythmic patterns of black and red that flowed along his markers. But…
“Your injury. It’s gone.” She blinked. “You heal fast.”
“Not usually.” He reached for his brow. “It’s healed as well.” Then he stared, wide-eyed, at himself. “All of my scars are gone. My battle wounds as well.” He swore a black streak and stomped away.
“Skehl?”
She didn’t know what to think, surprised she hadn’t noticed it before. Like Arghet, Skehl’s many scars had vanished, and the brightness of his markers matched hers. He looked like a different person, and though he was prettier now, she only cared about what lay beneath his skin.
Raia.Such a wealth of feeling in her name. Skehl gave her the sweetest smile and rose to his full height, still a giant next to her much smaller frame. He closed to give her a hug but stopped when she held a hand against his chest.
“Bathe first.” She grimaced.
He laughed, a sound so lighthearted and happy she could only stare as he raced into the trees in Arghet’s direction. She sensed the pair ahead, near the water filled with fish, some insects, and several amphibious creatures.
Such insight.This pairing, bonding, it’s changed me. Changed us.
Arghet continued to swear, his oaths growing louder as he returned. “What did you do to us, assassin?”’
She sighed. “This assassin has a name,warrior.”
“Raia.” He growled. “Look at me.” He wore nothing but the skin the Maker had given him, and he looked gorgeous. Long black hair, wet and framing a hard, masculine face. His square jaw made her want to nip along his jawline to kiss the tip of his arrogant nose. And his eyes. Stars, they blazed with angry confusion. And lust. Because even as he stared at her, his cock rose, stiff and ruddy and ready.
“Arghet?” Skehl sounded unsure.
They both turned to him.
“What happened?” He stared at his chest, arms, and legs in wonder. “My scars are gone.”
Arghet softened his voice, but his glare for her remained. “I know. Raia?”
“What? How should I know? I’ve only just come back to the planet. Aren’t barbarians fast healers, normally?”
“We are healthy and we gradually heal, but not like this! Not from wounds long past.” He gripped his hair, walking around while waving that juicy cock like a treat.
Skehl, lighter in spirit than she’d ever seen him, winked at her, then grabbed Arghet to hold him still, hugging him from behind.
Arghet seethed. “Skehl, not now. Damn, woman. Don’t you… Raia…” He moaned. “Not again.”
On her knees before him, she stole the anger from him one draw at a time as she lovingly licked him from tip to stem, fondling his sac and hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed over him.
Skehl pinched Arghet’s nipples, and Arghet turned his head to the side to accept the kiss Skehl had been pressing to his throat. They kissed while she sucked, and the orgasm shook all three of them. She felt Skehl come against his back while she swallowed Arghet’s first seed. Her own climax wet her thighs, and she knew she’d have to use the stream again before she could present herself to the others.
It was some time before they rejoined the barbarians for day three of the festivities. But apparently the elders weren’t satisfied with the events from the day before. Talzec met them as they made their way to the Vyctore. His eyes were wide as he saw their state of perfect skin and mottled markers of black and red.
“The elders request your presence.” He walked them to the pavilion set some distance from the festivities, where the elders met to talk to clan leaders or preside over the games. Behind it a small waterfall fell, and the suns shot rainbows of light into the tiny mist around the flow.
Talzec said nothing more until they stopped outside the structure. “I’ll be right here. I am still your alpha.”
“Of course you are.” Arghet frowned.
“Go. And remember where you belong.” Talzec shot them a warning look, but the anger he directed at Raia was unexpected.
What had she done?
She was about to find out…
