Page 189 of Alien Haven

Her words and sense broke apart because Detodev plunged fast and hard. He pounded her, sending exquisite shocks through her as he collided with her engorged clit. “You may come,” he grunted.

Rapture walloped her, sending a scream pouring from her throat. He continued thrusting until she seized anew and her vision blanked white.

She was vaguely aware of him pulling out, of the sensation of rotating in midair. Her cheek found the soft bed covering, as did the rest of her. Her hips were hauled upward. A thick length pressed in her from behind.

His primary, slick from their combined excitement, slid in her ass. His secondary rubbed her clit. He thudded against her, the rhythm primal and constant. Feeling her helplessness to deny him fed another burst of exquisite surrender. She shrieked into the bed covers as climax consumed her.

Detodev ground deep. He groaned, his cocks jolting as he filled her ass with copious heat.

“Well done, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded proud.

“My pleasure,” Detodev panted. At least he sounded properly winded, Charity thought. She took the smidgen of success she could claim after being made to apologize.

“I knew you’d do fine. It’s just a matter of becoming comfortable in your own skin.”

“For you too.”

A pause. “I’m looking forward to us accomplishing our goals together.”

Charity’s pique faded. She glowed to hear them taking steps toward a better future…a future as clanmates. A future she’d be able to contribute to as their Matara.

After taking some time to recover, during which Detodev gently stroked her trembling frame, the Nobek slipped free and crashed at the foot of the bed. Charity felt like overcooked spaghetti, her limbs loose and strengthless.

Warmth caressed her sex and ass. She whimpered. She had no power to check to see who was doing what to her. After a couple of seconds, she realized someone used a damp cloth togently wash her. Fingers parted her folds between the tender strokes. Her butt cheeks as well. As if he inspected her.

She found the strength to raise her head and look over her shoulder. Mitag glanced at her questioning expression and smiled. “You three went at it pretty hard. I want to make sure you weren’t bruised. It all looks good. How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I’m okay.”

He knelt next to her. She had no trouble seeing how his erections strained the crotch of his pants. He was aroused, fiercely so. He could have simply begun the seduction, knowing she’d tell him if it were necessary to stop, but he hadn’t. He’d put her needs first. He’d putherfirst, above all other considerations.

Charity fought tears, but a tiny sob escaped. Mitag’s eyes widened. He lifted her and pulled her close. The next instant, Ilid and Detodev were there too. The men surrounded her, enclosing her in a wall of bodies.

They’d sworn they wouldn’t leave her. Ever. The realization crashed against her, through her, and she was swept on its tide. Another sob broke free. A storm of loud crying followed, shaking her from head to toe.

“Sweet girl,” Mitag whispered in her hair. He rocked her, and Ilid and Detodev swayed along as they stroked her and murmured gentle words. She wasn’t certain how they knew the issue setting her off, but they reassured her.

“You have us,” Ilid said. “We’re here for you.”

“Always,” Detodev added.

She wept until she had no tears left. She huddled in the middle, feeling their warmth seep into her hollowed self, their love filling her to the brim. “We were having an amazing time, and I ruined it by bawling. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Mitag said. “You were past due.”

“You haven’t ruined a thing,” Ilid insisted.

“Loneliness is painful.” Detodev’s tone reflected he knew the feeling all too well. “Even in the case of family rushing off to save the universe, you have a right to be hurt.”

“It’s pretty selfish.”

“Maybe they’re doing the heroic thing, but you deserve those you love near nonetheless,” Ilid asserted. “We’ll stick close. We’re going nowhere.”

She looked at them, one by one. Darling, caring Mitag whose eagerness for a family guaranteed he wouldn’t leave her behind. His sleek frame was beauty personified, his face’s fine but firm lines and plump lips a feast for her gaze. His purple eyes riveted on her, as if she were his entire world.

Her gorgeous brute Detodev was next. Sheer masculinity, he’d bound his power to his future clan’s care. His steady soul wouldn’t experience conflict when it came to protecting her and the rest. At the moment, his strong and striking features were calm, ready to be cast in any emotion the situation called for…including the once-rare smile he wouldn’t hesitate to light up for her.

And Ilid. She saw no sign of indecision from the Dramok who’d proven himself to them. In him, she saw the stability she could lean on for the entirety of their lives, the assuredness she’d never have to look far to find him. Mitag might be the hearth of their home and Detodev the walls that would keep trouble at bay…but Ilid was their firm foundation.

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