“What?”
Arghet pulled Skehl to a sitting position, then leaned down and kissed him. The firmness of Skehl’s lips softened under the unfamiliar connection.
“Open for me,” Arghet whispered against his mouth.
Skehl obeyed, shocked to find the act as intimate as the one they’d just shared. The kiss felt strange for a moment, and then he returned Arghet’s touch. Kissing him back and allowing the weird feel of Arghet’s tongue stroking his to fire his body back to life.
He pulled away, shocked. “Again?” he asked, aroused anew. A glance at Arghet showed the same.
“I, this…” Arghet swallowed. “This is new to me as well. But I would show you more pleasure if you would have it, Skehl.”
Skehl gave him a slow smile. “Ah, yes. This. Again.” He leaned back and spread his legs wide, wanting to be filled once more. “I am ready.”
“Maker.” Arghet shook his head. “I’m tired, but I have to have you. Again.” Then he pushed against the tender flesh of Skehl’s ass, and their desire returned full force.
From a spot high in the trees some distance from the pair, Raia watched in annoyance as the Vyctore barbarian claimed her spoils. Granted, the pleasure she’d indulged from her psychic tie had shocked her with its potency, butsheshould have been the one to show her mate the joys of copulation.
She peered through her spy glass, shaken by the sight of the male splendor before her. She’d seen many barbarians since having arrived to partake in the Cloud Games. She blended in with the barbarian maids, having covered up her tribal marker on her cheek with dye and hidden her eye color with false lenses.
She’d intended to take her prize and leave. She hadn’t expected her prize to be stolen by the arrogant male from the resort. She’d saved his life, and how had he thanked her? By stealing her mate and trying to hunt her down! She might have rewarded him with her body had he been properly gracious, but to have the gall to try to capture her? Preposterous.
Yet his beauty swayed her.I am weak. How can I watch the thief of my heart, know he claims what’s mine, yet still desire him?She should just kill him and take what belonged to her. But as she watched his ass flex as he powered into her prize, she couldn’t look away.
Her mate’s joy filled her, and with it, she sensed the barbarian taking him as well. Arghet, she thought, had a vitality unlike so many others she’d met during her lifetime. Powerful, he hadn’t collapsed from the joining with her mate. Nor had he been overwhelmed with Skehl’s physicality. Her mate’s seed should have been too powerful for Arghet, discouraging him from copulating. Yet Arghet put it in his mouth and stimulated her mate to spend over his hands.
She gasped as she experienced their dual orgasms again. So strong, the sensation nearly knocked her out of the tree. But she regained her wits, watched the pair kissing and touching as Arghet cleaned them up. As he cared for her mate.
She should be jealous. Should be enraged he took what was hers. She’d searched for years to find Skehl. Had endured the training forced upon her, the excruciating separation from the planet, all to develop the skills which would let her defeat her enemies and take back what had been wrongfully stolen from her all those years ago.
Only to find the Nasuhl dead and her mate in the arms of a Vyctore warrior.
So why was she smiling at the men hugging below her? Why did she long to join them, to put her marker on ArghetandSkehl?
At the thought, she stilled. Hmm. Perhaps she would taketwomates. They already liked each other. They were strong, would make fine young. Yes, she’d take them back with her when she left. Now she just had to figure out how to incapacitate Arghet so that she could bind Skehl to her once more and get the big male to do her bidding. With his help, she’d secure Arghet.
Then she’d teach Arghet who was really in charge of their new family.
