“You spoke with the Omari Prime?” Gil asked, rolling over on his side and clasping their mate against his body. Ursula moaned as his tail lifted her leg and his hips rolled to press that long, thick cock inside her body. Bran’s tail wound around her raised leg and prodded her anus. She moaned again, deeper,when it penetrated the tight sphincter. Soon, she was panting as another orgasm began to swell within her.
“I did,” Bran replied before capturing their mate’s mouth with his. After a pause during which he twined his tongue with hers and plucked her reddened, swollen nipples with his fingers, he broke the kiss to take a breath and add, “They did not know of the regime change on Ahn’hudin.”
Ursula’s breasts jiggled as Gil pumped his cock in and out of her body, the force of his thrusts slapping his hips against her buttocks. Bran’s gaze focused on her breasts for a moment, then he palmed them and gently squeezed them in counterpoint to Gil’s rhythmic movement. Ursula lifted the one arm not trapped beneath her body to clutch at Bran’s muscular upper arm, her short nails digging into his scaled hide. She cried out as another orgasm crashed over her. Gil followed her into the climax a moment later.
He withdrew from her body and rolled Ursula onto her back, unleashing a gush of fluids that Bran eagerly lapped up. He surged up her body and drove his cock into her, his tail still lodged inside her ass. Soon, Ursula’s thin whine heralded yet another impending climax.
Her weak, breathless scream of sublime pleasure made both her males bare their teeth in masculine triumph. They had pleasured their mate until she could endure no more. Bran rolled off to the side, one hand gently stroking between their mate’s legs, and said, “We must gather a coalition and confront the Council Supreme.”
Gil sighed and stroked gentle circles on Ursula’s belly. The touch was intended to lure her to sleep, but she focused on remaining awake, trying to stay alert. “I do not wish to leave our mate alone. The risk is too great.”
Bran nodded. “I will ask Zul to remain here to guard her and Crow.”
Ursula’s blood ran cold, then heat suffused her. Her arousal bloomed anew in the sex-saturated air. Bran’s nostrils flared, and Gil looked intently at her.
“I feel the quiver in your belly,” her silver-horned mate whispered.
Bran’s eyes gleamed. “Has he touched you,elska’adir?”
Knowing she could not lie to them even if she wanted to, Ursula shook her head, a small movement accompanied by the trickle of a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and running down her temple to be absorbed by her hair. “No, no he has not touched me. He’s been most—” her breath caught as Bran’s tail drove itself into her channel “—mostrespectful.”
“Good,” Gil snarled. “I’ll not have any male taking advantage of you.”
Bran’s expression turned thoughtful. He glanced at Gil. “You looked into his background?”
“I did,” Gil said as he rolled away. Ursula missed his gentle touch. “He served with utmost honor. He is a worthy warrior.” He paused, then added, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Do you desire him?” Bran asked.
Feeling ashamed of her attraction to the berserker, Ursula began to sob. “Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
However, Bran looked triumphant. “He is the one to restore our bonded triad.”
“And then?” Gil growled.
“And then we speak with other triads,” Bran replied. “My investigation reveals there is no immediate threat from either the Sivuul or the Ogranox. The Council Supreme acts against the best interests of Uribern. Change is needed.”
“I spoke with the Golbyu Second yesterday,” Gil said slowly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Human immigration has been halted. The human governments deceived Ahn’hudin to prevent their brides from conceiving. Ahn’hudin is renegotiating their treaty with Earth.”
“The ambassador wasn’t all that honest with me,” Ursula muttered, reminding them of her failed attempt to escape Uribern and return home. “My government sold me and other women to Uribern, so it’s not surprising more were sold to Ahn’hudin and were neither informed nor allowed the opportunity to give consent.”
“And are you unhappy?” Gil asked, turning to face her.
She reached across the bed and placed her hand on his heavily muscled thigh. “No, I am not unhappy. In fact, I couldnot have dreamed of such a wonderful life as I live now. But it remains that my own government treated me like chattel, and your government seeks to do the same.”
“There is no longer our government and your government,” Bran gently reminded her. “You are Urib now.”
Ursula didn’t bother to debate him. She knew the physical changes she’d undergone as well as he did—probably better. It was her body, after all. Those changes enabled her to live on Uribern, to endure its harsh climate and the searing radiation of its scorching sun. The plasticity of the human genome never failed to astonish her with the readiness of alien technology to convert human brides into hybrid brides.
“I spoke with Carmen,” she said, her words ending in a moan as her hips thrust against the big hand stroking between her thighs. “I can’t think when you do that, Bran.”
He smiled at her, a pleased expression that showed no teeth. His thick finger penetrated her and began stroking in and out. “I think I like it when you can’t think.”
Trying to corral her thoughts into some semblance of coherency, Ursula persevered. “She keeps tabs on the embassy.”
“And?” Gil prompted, his eyes gleaming as her body began to tremble.
“She thinks brides are beingsoldto the highest bidders,” she said in a rush. She squealed, “Ah, Bran!”
