“Same as you, I would rather know than not know,” Shathar says, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d rather be here than asleep in my bed, wondering.”
I don’t know what to say, but I open my mouth anyway, hoping to smooth this over—and that’s when Shathar kisses me.
“Mmph,” is what I say instead. He kisses me harder, in an even more demanding fashion, and I return it just as eagerly. So he’s not angry? He seems… horny, if anything.
Khesan’s hands resume moving up and down my body, even more urgently. He says nothing about our kiss as he flicks the pad of his finger over my clit again. His cock slides up and down as he rubs his hips against my ass, and I really want it inside me.
“Fiona,” Khesan says in a warning tone. “If you are amenable to it… I would like to have intercourse.”
I almost giggle at the word “intercourse.” Aliens.
Shathar leans back, breaking our kiss. “And what of me? Shall I simply sit here and watch?” He lets out a sardonic chuckle as his hand drops down under the blankets so he can touch himself.
I don’t know what possesses me to lower my own hands and seek out his. My fingers find his cock and hastily I wrap them around it. Shathar lets out a harsh grunt when I stroke up to the top, then back down again.
Wow, those ridges are wild. I wonder what they’ll feel like.
“What if… you didn’t just watch?” I ask.
“What do you mean, lovely mate?” says Khesan, his hand on my clit slowing down.
“I’ll show you.”
Chapter Twenty
Shathar
Fiona has a wild look in her blue eyes that makes me curious about what she has planned. She pulls back the blankets, revealing all three of us to the cool air. First, she strips off her shirt, and my eyes dart down to her chest. Two small globes hang there, with pale pink nipples topping round circles of darker skin. My breath stops in my throat at the sight of them.
But she’s not done. Fiona wiggles off her soft, thin pants next, leaving only her undergarments. Then that goes, too, until the three of us are all naked on the bed.
She swallows hard, like she’s uncertain, so I take her hand in mine.
“What is this idea of yours?” It seems as if whatever it is, I have a part in it.
It was odd last night, sleeping in the same bed as Khesan. But the seething jealousy I expected to feel when he announced his intentions didn’t come. If anything, I am curious. I, too, want to be intimate with Fiona. Whether I am the first? Not as important.
Fiona gestures to me. “Sit up on your knees,” she instructs, so I do as I’m told, rising until I’m in the desired position. In front of me, Fiona gets on her knees so her face is very, very near my cock. It twitches with excitement, wondering what will happen next.
“Khesan,” she says over her shoulder.
With wide eyes, he gets up onto his knees as well, but he seems to have a better idea of what she wants than I do, because he eagerly shuffles behind her.
“Good, like that,” she praises him, and Khesan’s fans flutter in pleasure.
Then Fiona takes my cock in her fingers, leans down, and guides the tip inside her mouth.
I understand now. She will take Khesan inside her while she pleases me with her lips and tongue. I am very much amenable to this. Receiving attention in any form from my mate is enough for me.
While her wet mouth takes me in, I see Khesan ready himself behind her, stroking his cock until it leaks from the tip. It is dark purple, with a lighter head and nalopo along the top. I am mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself in time with Fiona’s unbelievable mouth.
“Are you ready for me?” Khesan asks, dragging his cock down between her thighs.
Fiona slides me out from between her lips long enough to say, “Yes!”
Khesan grins, then leans down to push himself inside her. Fiona lurches against me, buckling forward, and a moan is yanked from her lips. Khesan’s eyes fall closed, and all I can do is stare as he pulls his hips back, then slowly sinks back in. Fiona grabs my cock with both hands, and her eyes are fiery as she brings me into her mouth once more.
Karakka. That is exquisite. Fiona moans, making her mouth vibrate in the most delicious way possible, as Khesan thrusts into her again. He bites his lip with one of his sharp fangs, his hands clutching her ass as he buries himself up to the hilt.
