Page 58 of Alien Haven

Ilid took her in, this stunning woman who’d enthralled him from the moment he’d first set eyes on her. Her soft, swelling curves brought a surge of arousal, adding to his already excited state. He had no defense against the image of her straining against him, then surrendering when she was shown her strength was no match for his enthusiastic libido. “You can try. In fact, I encourage you to.”

“Just leave something for the rest of us.” Mitag joked, but his gaze on Charity was avid.

“I’ll try but no promises. We did a lot of petting on our journey here. We never had the opportunity to fully enjoy each other. I’m dying to correct the situation.”

“I haven’t had the pleasure of making love to her at all. I feel neglected.”

“We’ll fix that. Detodev, are you certain you’re all right playing my way?” Ilid’s instincts told him the natural urges the Nobek feared he’d take too far had to be acknowledged for fear it would detract from his self-esteem. He couldn’t be discounted no matter how he claimed he was ready to let go of the reins.

“Very.”

“Hold on.” Charity scowled. “A trio of hulking Kalquorian men versus little old me? It hardly sounds fair.”

Her arousal scent, which reminded Ilid of a sea breeze on a summer day, had increased despite her protest. It was tantalizing, as it had been on the transport. For all her teasing about fighting him for dominance, she found the idea of being at their tender mercies titillating.

He and she were very much in agreement where that was concerned.

“Fair isn’t high on my list, I’m afraid. You’re welcome to try to fight,” he leered. He eyed her clothes. “How much do you like your outfit?”

She glanced at the loose men’s shirt, which did little to mask her generous curves. “I borrowed this from Adam for chores around the farm. Don’t tear up the kid’s clothes.”

“I guess you’ll need the jeans intact too. You told me you didn’t have a lot in the way of clothes suited for Haven.”

“You’ll have to contain your apparent desire to tear them off me.” She smirked.

“If I must,” Ilid sighed. At the same instant, he glanced at Detodev.

The Nobek understood his assignment as if they’d done this a million times. Before Charity could react, he slid his arm around her waist, pinning her arms. He cupped her chin in his palm and held her head to his chest, her back to his front.

Her eyes widened, the pupils blooming in reaction. Her breath caught, and the feminine aroma of excitement increased. Ilid swore he could hear her pulse booming.

He began unbuttoning the red-and-black flannel shirt, starting from the bottom after he’d tugged the tails loose from Detodev’s firm hold on her. “I haven’t forgotten how soft your skin is from those few stolen moments when we had the opportunity to touch. I can’t wait to feel you naked against me.”

“You should let me have a go at your shirt then. After all, Detodev would probably let you borrow his clothes if I rip it.” She struggled to free herself of the Nobek’s grip. He clasped her casually, his scent of desire rising.

“I happen to be fond of my outfit, thanks. Stand there as the conquered woman you are, and accept I’m in charge.” He’d reached the button between her breasts. He undid it and caught a glimpse of ivory lace. His cocks jerked in reaction.

Pressure on his shin stole his attention. Charity’s foot pushed his leg. She didn’t kick but merely shoved.

Chuckling, Ilid scooped the offending leg into the crook of his elbow and restrained it. A jerk of his head brought Mitag close to hold the other leg likewise. “Let’s see you get out of that,” he teased.

“Bullies,” she hissed as she squirmed…halfheartedly, Ilid noticed.

He found it a little difficult to unfasten the final button onehanded. He was used to resealable seams he simply tugged open. The ample swells of her breasts were a distraction, but he managed to undo the last obstacle after a few moments. He spread Charity’s borrowed shirt open.

She was magnificent. Her flushed breasts rose and fell in their half-concealing cups, full and voluptuous. Ilid had an eager urge to shred the lace and silk keeping him from seeing the gorgeous mounds in their entirety. Lust tried to overwhelm him.

The undergarment looked expensive, however.Maybe I’ll buy her something cheaper to wear next time. A boring bra she won’t mind me tearing apart.His fingers trembled in excitement to do so.

He let the fantasy feed his passion as he slid his hands behind her, between her back and Detodev’s torso. Fortunately, the bra strap release was of the resealable persuasion, and he was able to loosen it with no trouble.

All that remained was to tug the shirt and bra down her arms, rendering her naked from the waist up. Detodev released and resumed his restraining grip too fast for her to break free, but not so fast to keep Ilid from sweeping the clothing off.

She was bare to them above her denim pants, her delectable flesh theirs to behold and marvel at. Her breasts, free of constriction, were heavy. Tear-shaped, tipped by blushing nipples already erect in excitement, they were enthralling. Ilid felt a decadent hunger looking at them. He let seconds pass to prolong the anticipation of when he’d touch and taste them.

Next to him, Mitag uttered a soft moan of yearning. Detodev, peering intently over Charity’s shoulder at her nakedness, licked his lips so they shone. It wasn’t just Charity’s and Ilid’s arousal scents permeating the air now. Desire hung so heavy, the Dramok could taste it on every breath he drew in his mouth. The urge to lick her from head to toe was compelling.

He cupped a breast in his palm, testing its weight. He found it softer and more supple than he remembered. His thumb swept across her nipple, and he watched it tauten in reaction as Charity inhaled sharply and jerked. She gazed up at him, peering through the fall of honey hair tumbled over her face. She looked wanton and helpless at once.

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