Page 44 of Homecoming

The urge to mate was taking over by the time they were all naked, and then, there were mouths and hands, hard, hot bodies. Foreplay lasted twenty minutes, and she was clawing at them by the time they covered her. Sohar was the first inside her, and she groaned as she felt filled to capacity. Slow, deliberate thrusts rocked into her for seconds, minutes, hours, and then, she heard his groan and felt heat pulse into her. Her body shivered and tried to hold him, but they still slipped where they were in contact. It was hard to hold on.

He pressed his head to hers and chuckled. “Loken would like to come in and then me and then him again.”

She groaned. “Fine. Stupid hemipenes.”

He laughed. “We promise that you won’t be too sore.”

“How is that quantified?”

He rolled to his side with her held against him. He slid out, and Loken slid in.

Loken whispered against her neck, and she shuddered at the compliments and flattery while he moved slowly behind her and inside her.

It was a long and satisfying night.

* * * *

Orla got the zodiac away from the thugs, but she had no idea where she was, and it was hard to see out of one eye. She tried to find Aeryn’s mind, but it was filled with sex, and she drew back. Maybe in the morning. For now, she just had to put as much space between her and her kidnappers as she could. Sohar might have more money than god, but she didn’t want him spending one fucking cent on her because having a bazillionaire as a bond brother didn’t mean she had access to anything. Everything he had was Aeryn’s.

She thought she saw the shadow of an island in the dimness, so she headed for that. It was probably a hundred miles away, but getting away from the guys who grabbed her was her first priority.

* * * *

Aeryn walked through the village with Loken and headed for the spot where she had seen Orla. It looked like the entire peacekeeper force of the island was there. Something must have happened.

Serin spotted her and came over. “Aeryn, something happened to Orla.”

Loken froze. “Serin, don’t say another word until Sohar gets here.”

Aeryn started shaking, and Sohar came at a run. He held her and asked, “What happened?”

“There was a kidnapping last night. Orla was taken, and the men that took here were just located. The harbour master is bringing them in. I am sure your sister is fine.”

“Why are the peacekeepers here?”

“There was a lot of blood and broken furnishings.”

Aeryn blinked. “Okay. Were there drag marks?”

“Yes.”

Aeryn laughed and hiccupped. “That meant she hurt them badly enough that they couldn’t carry her.”

She laughed a few times, and then, she started bawling, and her mates held her.

The boat with the kidnappers was towed in, and everyone waited when the thugs were marched off the boat, bloody, battered, and two with broken limbs.

Aeryn watched, holding her breath, but Kayak came up from below and shook his head. There was no sign of Orla except blood on the deck.

Aeryn wailed in panic, and Sohar held her close. “Send the wind to look for her. Reach out with the link you had yesterday.”

“I can’t use the link. It’s Orla’s. She can touch my mind, but I can’t touch hers.”

She looked at her boss. “Serin? Can you find her?”

“She isn’t on the island. I can’t sense her.” Serin sighed. “I am sorry.”

Aeryn sent the wind out and looked for her sister. An hour later, she was exhausted and terrified. There was no sign of her.

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