Love for his mates filled him, as did a love from Ussed. The energy made it difficult to think of anything but sharing with them his life-giving seed.
Talzec reached them and stopped in his tracks when Skehl pointed at him. A ray of golden light covered Talzec’s wound, healing him.
The other Vyctore rallied closer, and that energy flowed to each an every warrior, bathing them in a curative energy.
They gasped, laughed, and thanked the Sehvar with good humor.
“Don’t think this makes us even,” Tattan said, stretching with a groan. “You still owe me a sparring match, Skehl.”
“And I want a chance to talk to Arghet when this is over,” Efhel grinned, no longer bleeding from his thigh. “Tell me how to fine my own sexy assassin.”
Talzec hugged Skye to him and chuckled. “Many thanks for the healing, Sehvar. Arghet, I see you are in fighting form.” A not so subtle reference to his obvious erection. The others snickered. “I understand a celebration is in order. Enjoy yourselves. We’ll meet you back at the camp.” He walked away with his mate under his arm and gave orders to the others. They would bring back word of what had occurred and station Vyctore to protect the crater, which now looked like a natural part of the rainforest.
Greenery covered the ground. Trees sprouted to full maturity, and canopies of maffet and meyrn leaves covered areas, giving shadowed life to the dark-craving species that the jungle required to thrive. The vegetation crept over the hunk of aircraft and pulled it under the ground, burying the tech under the hard rock below.
The felines rolled around in the new growth, while Arghet felt his needs continue to rise. He’d been without his mates for days, and now, with the instinct inside him clamoring to be set free, he was desperate to rejoin them.
As if hearing his unspoken plea, the land created an area for them reminiscent of their bonding place by the red-stems. The ground nearby gave way to a small stream that snaked through the crater and streamed up the rock, defying gravity, to connect to the natural waterways above. Before him, a small room bordered by walls of bark and leaf was created. A smooth slab of marble grew out of the ground, and around them red-stems blossomed, the sweet smell a gentle reminder that the love he felt for his mates, they felt for him.
He didn’t know who began to disrobe first, but in moments he was naked and on his back on warm marble while his female slid over his cock. He bucked up, on fire to have her. And as she rode him, he saw Skehl standing close, the male aroused and slick.
In my mouth.Arghethadto feel them both.
Skehl stood closer in a blink. The stone dais on which Arghet lay grew taller, so that when he turned his head and opened his mouth, he was at the right height to take Skehl’s cock inside.
He sucked while Skehl gripped his hair and fucked his mouth. Raia bounced up and down, taking him so hard and deep.
It didn’t take him long to come, and as he gripped her thighs and ground up into her, she moaned her orgasm, pulled into one by him, no doubt. Skehl shoved to the back of Arghet’s throat and poured himself, his second seed, before withdrawing to spatter his marker all over Arghet’s throat and chest.
The passion, the love, smelled as sweet as the many red-stems surrounding them. Around them, the planet shuddered, caught in more growth as the Sehvar—the saviors of their tribe—gave back the love they felt.
And Arghet knew a peace he’d been sorely lacking. No way would he ever give back the bond that held him to those he loved.
Skehl had never felt so good. Not in all his life. The pleasure they shared from making love tied their spiritual bonds tighter. He belonged now, in a way he never had.
“Oh yes.” Raia sighed, still sitting on top of Arghet. She glowed with a beauty all her own, and he’d never seen anything more glorious.
“I agree,” Arghet smiled, reaching up to cup her breasts. “Such a sweet, biddable female we have, Skehl.”
“You’re an ass, you know that?” Raia snapped, then grinned. “Probably why you and I get along so well.”
Skehl chuckled, interested when Raia rose and stepped aside, and saw that Arghet remained hard. He hungered for his male, needing something he hadn’t yet experienced, wondering if Arghet would feel what he did when penetrated with such strength.
“Oh yes. That I want to see.” Raia winked at him, then slapped a hand over Arghet’s chest when he moved to sit up. “No. Stay down, mate. Skehl and I saved your life.”
“Oh?” Arghet relaxed and placed his hands behind his head. “How is that?”
“We brought help with us. And we stopped Ackhlen from destroying the planet.”
Arghet snorted. “Really? Because I thinkI’mthe one who stopped Ackhlen.”
“After we rescued you,” Skehl added when Raia gave him a mental nudge.
Arghet cocked a brow.
Skehl wanted him with a passion that bordered on crazed.
Arghet stared at him, looked him over from head to toe, then spread his thighs wider, showing his plump balls, his thick, flushed cock. “For you, Skehl, I would welcome the attention.” He glanced at Raia and grinned. “But only becauseIallow it. Not because you want it to happen, assassin.”
