Page 90 of Battle Fluke

“That’s what she said. I don’t believe her though.” Honour turned her chin to the side, pushing Kyree’s mouth harder against her skin. “But I’m serious, if you don’t stop, I will take you right here and right now.”

“What if that’s what I want?” The thrill that ran through Kyree was everything she had hoped for and more. This was what she’d been waiting for, wasn’t it?

“Kyree…” Honour groaned. Her eyes opened, and she locked them on Kyree’s. “I want you to hear this from me, okay?”

“O…kay?” Kyree was nervous now. There was something between them that she wasn’t able to name, but she desperately wanted to put her finger on it and sort it out. She wanted love and hope. She didn’t need pain and anguish any longer.

“This is your home. Fuck the deep sounding mers. You deserve everything, and I’ll make sure you’ll get it here.”

“We will,” Hudson chimed in with a stifled yawn. “Even if Honour is a jerk about it sometimes.”

“Shut up,” Honour snarked back. “She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What are you talking about?” Kyree asked.

“Soulara asked Honour to help her build someplace for the humans to live—to be clear, the humans who helped us win thewar.” Hudson skimmed her hand down Kyree’s arm to her hip and then around her front. She gently stroked her finger along Kyree’s slit.

“Oh!” It was a half-moan and half-surprise. Kyree hadn’t been expecting that move from Hudson, although she was more than a little ready for it. “They deserve asylum for what they did.”

Honour paled. “Asylum.”

“Yeah.” Kyree gasped when Hudson slid one delicate finger just inside her slit. “Yeah, don’t you think, Honour?”

“Fuck,” Honour replied.

“What?” Kyree asked.

“Honour told Soulara she was full of shit and that no human deserved anything.” Hudson answered for Honour, adding a second finger inside Kyree’s slit. “She thinks that all humans are disgraceful and should die.”

“I do not,” Honour mumbled. “I need to go talk to Soulara.”

“Not yet.” Kyree grasped Honour’s wrist tightly and kept her in place in the moss bed. “Not yet.” She breathed out those two words as Hudson found her clit and teased it gently. She was struggling to keep her head and her senses on this world with everything going on.

Kyree rested her forehead on Honour’s shoulder and her eyes fluttered shut. She couldn’t focus. Everything about this moment became soft gentle touches that she never would have expected from these two. But now she knew without a doubt that they both were so soft inside, so desperate to be cared for and to care for someone.

“Not yet,” Kyree said again.

“Not yet, what?” Hudson crooned from behind her. “Because I think you want this so many times that you won’t be able to see straight.”

“Not so much,” Honour interjected. “She’s still recovering.”

Kyree groaned in frustration. These two were going to be the death of her if they didn’t touch her more. She needed them to feel her, to bring her to the brink of pleasure, to allow her this type of release one more time.

“This is exactly what she needs.” Hudson pressed her lips to Kyree’s shoulder, kissing her gently. “Honour and me inside her.”

That thought sent a pleasurable shudder through Kyree.

“See? Even her body knows it.”

“Touch me already,” Kyree ordered. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Honour pushed impossibly closer, their tails lining up. Kyree gripped onto her hip to hold herself still while Honour added her fingers against Hudson’s. They fought for control, for which one got to touch her when, and their chaotic movements were enough to send Kyree over the edge. She bucked her hips and clenched tightly as she gasped her way through her orgasm.

Would the two of them ever not go head-to-head on something like this?

Without warning, Hudson flung herself over Kyree’s limp body and pressed Honour down into the moss. Their mouths crashed together hard, dueling for control. Honour dug her fingers into Hudson’s side, trying to make sense of what was happening while Hudson’s body shook with laughter and joy.

Kyree couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up her face. She’d missed these two so much, and having them together again in the same room, together without the stress of an impending war—this was so much better than the first time. They weren’t battling against themselves anymore. Everyone there was joining together and battling to see who could give the most pleasure at once while trying to make sure that they didn’t receive the most.

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