Yahiro hated herself for wanting both men so desperately, feeling connected to both of them so vividly, that she was, once again, willing to break oaths made to herself. Tears beaded over her eyelashes but she made no move to wipe them away; Sundamar made no move of releasing her.
Why is he doing this to me?
“Yahiro, take off his armor,” Quist said next to her. His words tore her body apart. He reached between her and Sundamar and refixed the sunstone necklace over her neck. For once, she didn’t want the light to illuminate her face.
She turned to Quist, “But I’m yours. I choose you.”
Sundamar stepped back and slammed his fist into the tree next to her head. She flinched away and pressed into Quist’s naked chest, hiding.
I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve either one of them.
I’m a murderer. A drug dealer. A progeny of a monster.
I’m... crazy.
I... liked it.The last thought snapped something inside her. She knew she deserved going to theConcord, and even though she tried to do what was right, to break free from the cycle, it had all been a ploy. The moment she was born and William took her from her mama’s arms, he had plans for her. She never had a chance because he ruined her innocence before she even had any.
Sundamar loomed somewhere, brooding and angry at her back, hearing him storm off into the shadows, but he remained close enough that her ears twitched with each branch he snapped in half.
Quist tilted her chin and leaned into her face, darting his tongue over her tears. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m with you. I can’t be with him if I’m with you.” After everything she’d done, she’d never been a cheater.
“Why not?”
Yahiro gawked then pursed her lips.Why not?But his nimble hands clutched her lower back and his fingers ran up her spine, lifting her frayed shirt away. Quist pressed her skin to skin to him. His bulge and all its beads dug into her stomach.
When she didn’t answer, he continued, “Are you afraid, little one? Is this something new for you?” His whispered words and caresses filled her ears and prickled her skin. “Let me back inside you. Your sex is deep and compatible, if not a little too tight. My brother wants it too.” His words sent her into a burning daze. “We can both press inside you and not harm you?”
“Not at the same time!” she squeaked out through her tight throat.
“Not at the same time,” he repeated with a laugh. “You had two holes between your thighs though, I can’t fill both at the same time. Sundamar doesn’t even know...” Quist tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground and she moved closer to him to ward off the night chill. “He’s never spoken to a female valos before you.”
She literally felt her irises dilate. She wasn’t even going to go into alien-human anatomy with him at this moment.
“But I’m yours,” was her only lame argument. Quist’s wiry hands clasped her bare shoulders.
“You’re Sundamar’s as well. And Galan’s.”An alien I’ve never met.He turned her around and steered her toward his alien brother. She barely breathed and crossed her arms over her naked breasts. He came into sight, staring heated, poised daggers at her and through her. Her sex quivered from the fire in his eyes. Quist pushed down what remained of her pants, baring her to both of them.
She stood naked between the two of them, shivering, and wishing she had more control over what was happening. Quist kept running his deft hands over the curves of her body, sometimes kneading her muscles in between. It didn’t relax her. Nothing about this was relaxing.
“Yahiro,” Sundamar uttered her name, hoarse and deferential. A shudder rippled through her.
She unbanded her arms and outstretched her hands for him.
He stood there, unmoving, as she reached around his armor and untied the pieces strapped together. Her eagerness grew as piece after piece was taken off. Quist touched her everywhere from behind, his fingers tracing her lips, her ears, going through her hair, down to pet her nipples and rub across the seam of her quim. The dew of it spread over labia and clit as he explored and played with every part of her. Her legs were pushed apart when he pressed both hands between her legs.
Sundamar watched Quist’s hands with a ferocity she’d only seen in him when he fought. Yahiro tried to keep her mind on the job at hand. Another piece of armor was taken off.
When his chest was bare before her and the first ray of dawn crested the horizon, washing his rippling muscles in a grey-gold, Quist penetrated her with his finger. She startled forward and caught herself up against Sundamar, her hands flailing over his chest.
Her pained moan synced with his groan.
“She can mate with us,” Quist said from behind her, his finger probing and teasing her pussy. She clenched it, trying to find a measure of relief. It was hard with Quist: he was eager, enthusiastic, and ambitious. It made her want to bend forward and spread her quim for him and let him rut her, without foreplay, without anything but him and his gilded cock. It drove her mad.I’m already mad.A little more chaos wouldn’t hurt.
Yahiro liked how he sought out revenge, but seemingly ended up taking it out on her body instead. She bent forward in spite, dropping lower over Sundamar’s chest, where he caught her arms and held her upright. A face and a tongue rammed into her sex.
She shrieked from the shock.
