Page 22 of Claimed By Brothers

“It’ll pass. This feeling of not belonging, I mean. Our bond grows stronger every day. “I smile at her. “I can hear your heart beating, Amber. It’s faster when Izzo and I are close to you. I felt you all through the night, and you can’t deny it.”

“Whatever this is, it’s physical. Something to do with hormones,” she insists, shaking her head slowly. “I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep, Binzen. It’s not right for you and your brother to keep my friends and me here when we just want to go back to our home planet. I have a life there. Friends, family, a career. A dog. My poor Benji.”

“A dog?”

Amber sighs deeply. “On Earth, we often keep smaller animals as companions. Different species, but all of them loyal and loving. They don’t live as long as we do, but the years we get to spend together are infinitely more beautiful than they’d be if we were to spend them alone. I miss my dog, Binzen. I miss my home.”

“I’m sorry it had to happen this way,” I say, wondering how I might shift the conversation away from her discomfort. It’s too early to try and convince her to stay willingly. I should’ve known better. Amber needs more time for the bond to set in fully. I must be patient. “How do you feel right now?”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“A little sad. Pretty sure I just mentioned I miss my dog,” she shoots back with a dry chuckle.

I move closer, stealing glances at her curvaceous silhouette under the dark water. Her body is crying out to me. I feel her soul beaming against mine, her heart thudding next to mine, even if we’re not yet touching. My cock twitches furiously, aching for that hot, slick core of hers.

“How do you feel right now, being with me?” I ask.

“Safe.”

“Is that all?”

Finally, my hand reaches her under the water. I find her breast, letting my fingertips explore her soft, silky skin. The nipple perks at my touch, an instant response that sends blazing fires coursing through my groin. She gasps when I pinch it.

“No, I also feel hot.”

“Hot from the water?”

“No, Binzen. Hot from your touch.”

It’s a promising response. I take my sweet time fondling and massaging her breasts as I listen to her ragged breathing. My eyes are locked on the blue pools of her gaze, and I slowly push her backward to the ledge behind her.

“What else?” I ask.

“Wet.”

“We’re in water.”

She laughs lightly, and I love the sound. It’s like music to my ears, and I wish to hear more of it. Though there is nothing I enjoy as much as her moans of pleasure, so I lean in, watching her lips part ever so slowly. If I am to conquer this woman over and over until she is fully mine, then so be it. I find I rather enjoy the kind of work I’m having to put in.

“Reach down between my legs, and you will understand,” Amber whispers.

I kiss her hungrily, our tongues clashing and twirling before I stop to nibble on her lower lip. She gasps as my hand moves downward, sliding over her hip and then to the front, until my fingers slide between her slick folds to find her nub swollen and ready for me. “Oh, this is what you meant,” I groan harshly and trail wet kisses down the side of her neck. She tastes like summer rain. Dangerously addictive.

“Oh, Binzen,” she moans as I make my way down under the water, holding my breath while I take her nipple in my mouth. I suckle on it, letting my tongue flick over it while my fingers work her pussy into a gushing frenzy. Testing her tight passage, I find it harder to hold back, but I must do this methodically.

I go back up and smile as she looks at me with hooded eyes. She is so ready. Ripe for the taking.

“I need to show you something else,” I say, then grab her by the hips and hoist her onto the ledge. I climb the underwater step so I remain at her level, then reach to the side where a patch of short, dark pink algae grows along the pool. It’s not immediately noticeable at first, but a seasoned Sunnaite will always spot it. “Here, taste this,” I rip a small piece and offer it to Amber.

“What is it?” she asks, her brow slightly furrowed while her heart is still racing.

“We call it the grass of love,” I reply. “It heightens every sensation during our mating. I think you will find its effects quite appealing.”

“Is it safe for me?”

“I wouldn’t give you anything that might hurt you,” I remind her. “You can trust me, Amber.” She nods slightly, then opens her mouth and lets me place the algae on her tongue. “Good girl. Now, let it dissolve for a moment. You will taste sweetness.”

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