Page 27 of Lacey's Warriors

“We love you as well,” Gwarnon replied as Chel made an affirmative sound.

“I know,” she said in a warm, relaxed voice before yawning again. “Man, I need some coffee or some of that energy juice you guys have. I am beat.”

As much as Gwarnon wanted to rush her off to get ready for their bonding, her needs always came first and, right then, what she needed most was sleep.

Smoothing his fingers over the hint of skin showing at her waist, he glanced up at Chel, who nodded to his mental question of getting theiralyahinto bed.

“Come on.” Chel bent down and lifted a protesting Lacey into his arms. “It is, as Lady Casey says, beddie-bye time.”

Even though she laughed softly, a wave of melancholy moved through Lacey. “That’s more something you say to a kid when it’s bedtime.”

Chel pursed his lips as they carried her through the ship to their quarters.

“Hmmm, yes, that would make sense. She says it to her mates when they get, as she puts it, cranky.” Looking over at Gwarnon he said, “It is a slang term that means fussy and hard to please. Like a little one in need of a nap to calm their temper.”

“Lady Casey refers to her mates as infants? How odd,” Gwarnon mused as they entered their room, the familiar space relaxing him as he sat on a chair and removed his boots. “Is that normal among humans, to refer to their mates as infants?”

“She does call us baby,” Chel smirked as he ducked a smack to the back of his head from a grinning Lacey.

“Keep it up, you two, and you’ll be sleeping on the couch instead of in bed with me,” Lacey threatened as she casually slid out of her clothes then crawled up the bed, clad only in peach panties and that glittering blue diamond belt. “And I guarantee you would rather be in bed with me.”

His cock stirred, but he willed himself to ignore it. “My bride, as much as I would love to join you, I feel you need your sleep. Chel can feel that your body is exhausted, as is normal after everything you’ve been through. You need to rest and heal. You need—”

“Ineedyour cock,” Lacey said as she lay back among the pillows, her long legs moving slowly over the silky pale gold sheets.

Gwarnon groaned deep in his throat, fisting his erection as Lacey let them both know through the bond that what she said was true. Her desire for them warmed over his skin like soft feminine hands, stroking his soul and awakening his body. Hormones flared to life within and Chel gripped his cock harder this time, giving it a firm tug in a no doubt useless effort to alleviate the growing ache in his groin.

Gwarnon sent him a quick mental question and Chel nodded in return. For a brief second, the haze of his desire cleared, and Gwarnon was able to fully appreciate the moment. How long had he dreamed of looking at his blood brother smiling at him, knowing they were going to pleasure their mate together? How long had he dreamed of this moment, prayed for it until his plea to the Lord of Life had been the last thing on his lips every night for decades.

And now that it was here and being with Lacey was better than anything he had ever imagined or prayed for. Even in his wildest daydreams, he’d never imagined their bride would be so beautiful. She lay back among the fluffy pillows against the head of the bed, a true queen watching her subjects. The sharp, harsh angles of her cheekbones leant dark shadows to her face, emphasizing that, while she was gorgeous, it was a hard beauty. The kind that graced the face of a Warrior Queen, regal and strong.

Thank the Lord of Life for that.

She would need her strength in the battle to come with the High Congress.

Now that it was out in the open that Chel and Gwarnon were with one of the mysterious Earth women, rumors stormed around Kadothia about why he was at the Baladium. Some guessed correctly that Lacey was his bondmate. Others guessed that his mother had somehow managed to dodge the Kadothian laws yet again and somehow involve herself in the Baladium. Others still speculated that they’d been kidnapped, or were secretly working for the Baladium, or a million other theories. They were big news all over the galaxy, and no doubt the High Congress was very displeased with them.

But those were unhappy worries for when his bride wasn’t waiting for him, wet and wanting.

Turning to Chel, he forced his mind from his constant worries, and instead helped his blood brother slowly remove his clothes, revealing his lean, hard body to their bride. The scent of her desire teased his nose as Lacey’s body heated, her already stiff nipples hardening further until they crinkled up tight. Running his hands over Chel’s broad shoulders, Gwarnon slowly slid them down to his soon to be husband’s trim waist, toying with the fastening before reaching into Chel’s pants and gripping his shaft.

As he began to stroke, Lacey let out a shuddering moan and sank back further into the pillows, her gaze glazed with passion as she watched her men.

While Gwarnon caressed Chel, running his thumb along the dormant ridges that would raise along Chel’s cock when he came, Chel began to pull his pants down, revealing his erection being fisted in Gwarnon’s hand. A little fluttering sigh came from Lacey, and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. Holding her gaze, Gwarnon brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm like he wanted to lick her pussy, wetting it.

“Holy shit,” Lacey breathed out when Gwarnon’s now slick fist began to work Chel’s cock. “Holy shit…that feels amazing.”

The glittering belt on Lacey’s slim waist shimmered as her breathing picked up. When she spread her thighs wide, he could see that the panel of her peach panties, where it pressed against her sweet sex, was wet with her desire.

Chel shuddered in his grasp as both men took a deep breath of her arousal, then groaned when she began to rub her sex through the silk of her lingerie.

“I need to taste her,” Chel said as he helped Gwarnon remove the rest of his clothes, pausing to caress and stroke each other, to drive Lacey’s desire higher. “Need her honey on my tongue.”

Climbing onto the bed, they both paused to give her feet a kiss before joining her. Lacey smiled at them both, desire and happiness blending from her side of the bond. Gwarnon felt as if he was enveloped in love, as if he could reach out and pull the emotion around him like a physical object. Leaning down, he lightly drew his lips over Lacey’s as Chel began to kiss her breasts, ignoring her straining nipples while he ran his hands all over her sleek body.

Lacey nipped at his tongue and Gwarnon cupped her face in his hands, pouring his devotion to her through their bond, showing her how much he wanted her.

It must have been too much, because Lacey arched up with a cry as a small, but powerful orgasm rocked through her body. Chel and Gwarnon shut down their sides of the bond, fighting the urge to join her in her release as they exchanged a satisfied male grin. Laying back with her arms over her head, Lacey let out a soft moan and reached for both of them, caressing their thigh muscles as she panted.

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