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“Ooo, greedy girl,” I tease. “I like it. I think we can get along enough to do that for you.”

“I think we’ll work together very well.” Phelix’s gaze is intent on me as he speaks, and now there’s a flush rising on my cheeks. He extends a hand to both of us and I take it hesitantly, almost moaning at the contact when his fingers lace with mine. Goddess, it’s surreal how that small of a touch makes me wet.

We head up a spiraling staircase to the lofted bedroom. As much as I’d love to poke at Phelix about the absurd luxury of his hotel room, I keep my mouth shut. I may have spent the last four years figuring out how to scrape together a living, but this used to be commonplace for me. A tiny part of me is jealous of the affluent lifestyle that I gave up. I don’t like that part of me. Materialism and polished appearances were the bane of my existence when I was part of Nexxa Itat’s noble society, and I hate that I haven’t completely killed the part of myself that likes it.

Eden marvels at the bedroom, eyes scanning the enormous bed draped in expensive linens.

I nudge her with my elbow. “Bet you didn’t imagine your first time in a place like this, did you?”

“Hah, not at all! I figured it’d be in a mediocre brothel or in my tiny hotel room. This is… Wow, thank you for doing this. This feels like a dream.”

“I’m glad you find the suite to your liking. I’ll endeavor to measure up to it,” Phelix says solemnly.

Something about his words is painful and familiar. As nexxit nobility, the crushing pressure to be deemed worthy is our birthright. While I broke out of that cage, he’s still trapped in it.

“You’re enough, Phelix,” Eden says gently, somehow knowing exactly the right words to soothe the constant criticism running through his mind.

His gaze softens, his guard slipping to leave him completely open and vulnerable. In this moment, he shows us both his true face, and Goddess, it’s perfect. Perfect and painful because even with all the work I’ve done to change, I can’t say for certain I’ve ever shown anyone who I truly am. I’m not sureIeven know that true version of myself.

Fuck, there I go again, thinking way too hard instead of focusing on pleasure. “Take off her clothes, Phelix,” I command, needing to get control of the situation. If I’m in control, then I can’t be caught off guard by more of these damn uncomfortable emotions.

Phelix gives Eden a questioning look, wanting her consent, and she nods. He slips behind her and finds the fastener for her dress, slowly undoing it with a lower hand as he uses his upper hands to slide the straps of the dress off her shoulders. It falls to the floor, pooling at her feet, and she gasps as he traces the smooth expanse of her back with his fingertips, moving up and down until he settles on the clasp of her bra.

As much as my fingers itch to touch her as well, the show is spectacular. Eden’s beige undergarments are simple, but who cares about what kind of underwear she has on when she looks so fuckingsoft. Her breasts strain against the cups of her bra, and it must take a feat of engineering to keep them pressed so high and tight against her torso. It looks uncomfortable. Does she wear a contraption like that every day?

“Help her get more comfortable. Take off her bra so I can see those gorgeous tits.”

Phelix undoes the clasp, and when her bra comes off, her breasts spill out. If they aren’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is. Heavy teardrops tipped in pinkish-brown nipples, they look even more enticing now that they’re free.

“Fuck, Eden.” I move closer to get a better look at her. Her wholeface and neck are flushed a rosy pink and I can tell despite her nerves, she enjoys how both Phelix and I are looking at her. He has the same expression of hunger and lust that I do as he brings one hand to cup her breast, testing the weight of it.

Her lips fall open, and she lets out a sound of protest when he takes his hand away.

“Couldn’t resist,” he murmurs, sliding his hands to the waistband of her panties.

“You both are really into boobs, aren’t you?” Eden asks with a breathy giggle. “I guess that’s a good thing. I was a little worried they’d be too big for aliens.”

“They’reperfect,” I say, unable to stop looking at them. “They remind me of a painting of the Goddess my mothers had in our sitting room, all full, luscious curves. I used to stare at her during their interminable parties, and it was the only thing that kept me from bouncing off the walls.”

“I remind you of your goddess?” Eden asks with a small smile.

“Well, you’re missing a set of arms and your skin isn’t pink, but yeah. Fuck yeah. You’re a goddess, Eden,” I say, utterly sincere.

Phelix slips her panties off as she takes in my words, letting his lower hands trace down the sides of her thighs as he sinks to the floor and helps her step out of them. “A goddess,” he agrees. “Now it’s time that you were worshiped like you deserve.”

“O-oh. Alright. That sounds good.” Eden’s melodic voice sounds a bit dazed by our admiration of her body.

Seeing her fully naked makes the heat pooling in my core spread throughout my body. My thighs are slick with arousal and I ache with the need to touch and be touched. Her rounded stomach dips at the navel and flares again into a plush cushion above a thatch of dark curls that hide her pussy. I want to press her down to the bed and spread her thighs open to see all of her.

I know the basics of human anatomy. How could I not after the erotica Fina and I passed back and forth as part of our informal book club? I’ve seen a bunch of human pussies and cocks in vids, but I doubt they’ll compare to the real thing.

“Lie down on the bed,” I say, and Eden listens like a good girl, moving over to the bed and lying flat on her back.

Phelix and I exchange a tense look, uncertain about how to approach this. Who is going to massage where? Should we take off our clothes? Hating my hesitance, I break away from his gaze and strip naked, tossing my clothes in a pile near the stairs. I raise a brow at Phelix, and he shakes his head in amusement at my challenge, pulling his shirt off over his head.

“You’re both so beautiful,” Eden says, watching us with desire sparkling in her eyes.

I preen and strike a pose, but Phelix scoffs. He opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off. I’m over his insistence that he’s unattractive. “We are, aren’t we? Though, I think our Phelix would look even prettier with his cocks on display, don’t you?”

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