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“Fuck!” I grunt as my fists work a seemingly unending supply of my release out of me, pearlescent pink cum glistening against Eden’s beige skin. Mezli swipes two fingers down, gathering up some of my release and brings it up to Eden’s lips, who greedily sucks on them as they both gaze into my eyes. “Fuck,” I say again, at the beautifully filthy picture they paint.

Mezli kisses Eden on the cheek and whispers praise in her ear, releasing her when I finally stop spilling my seed. Eden moves off, lying in a daze on her side, granting me access to my other mate’s cunt, already sopping with her arousal. I dive between her legs and devour her, hands pressing into her pleasure spots in the way I’ve learned gets her off the hardest.

“Shit, Phelix!” Mezli keens, holding my head against her as she grinds against my face and takes her well-deserved pleasure. Her hands tighten in my hair to the point of pain, but I savor the feeling of her demanding my service with her characteristic ferocity. It doesn’t take her long before she’s coming, soaking my face and chin as she lets out a low moan.

I work her with my tongue and hands until she releases me and shoves me off playfully. Sitting up, I catch the end of a kiss she shares with Eden, and my chest seizes with so much love and devotion to my mates that it takes my breath away.

“That was… Thank you,” I say weakly, wrung out from my release.

Mezli lets out her own weak chuckle. “I’d say that experiment went quite well, don’t you, Dr. Mori?”

Eden grins, her body languid and relaxed in a way she only is after getting thoroughly fucked. “Fuck yeah.”

I lean over to kiss her sated smile, but jolt back when my comm chirps angrily from the bedside table.

“Whoops,” Eden says sheepishly as I look at the amount of time we have to get decent and make it to the arboretum for the family welcoming ceremony.

Mezli shrugs. “Eh, they can wait. My mothers are just thrilled that I’m finally making our mating official. If we piss Phelix’s mom off in the process, even better.”

“Yeah, make her wait! My parents won’t care either,” Eden adds.

I snort at their disdain for my mother. They’ve been fiercely united against her since I shared her cruel remarks about my size and appearance one late, emotional night cycle about a month after we moved into our current apartment. Neither of them wanted me to invite her to our mating ceremony, but I insisted. I’d rather deal with her unpleasantness for a weekend than a lifetime of her ire. Plus, my father will be there to temper the worst of her criticisms.

“I care about respectingyourparents. Now get up and take a shower so we’re not late,” I say, giving Mezli’s pert ass a light swat.

“Make me, Lord Nafar,” she teases, sticking her tongue out. Eden giggles as I growl and scoop our mate up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying Mezli to the shower as she squeals her delighted protests.

My cocks are already hard and ready again, and when Eden joins us in the shower and exchanges a wicked look with Mezli, I know there’s no way we’re not getting to the ceremony at least an hour late. It doesn’t matter when we make this mating official. We’ve already bonded, heart and soul. This is our own private ceremony as our bodies join together again, filling the broken parts of ourselves with each other’s love.

EPILOGUE

Aboisterous cheer erupts in the ballroom as the happy mated trio exchange kisses, flushed and love-drunk on each other.

I down the rest of my fizzy amber cocktail to hide my grimace, then politely clap along with the rest of the party guests. Eden’s parents insisted on adding a human wedding reception to the weekend of non-stop events celebrating her mating with Mezli and Phelix.

The parade of mated bliss has dragged on for almost two whole day and night cycles, and that’s only the events where friends are encouraged to attend. Two days of watching them as they recite words of devotion, share their hopes for the future withfriends and family, and even bathe in a pool of water gathered from a Goddess-blessed spring back on Nexxa Itat. I was thankful to be in the back of the crowd for that one—watching the three of them washing each other’s bodies up close would’ve been a bit too much for me to handle.

Both Eden and Mezli insisted I come to the ceremonies, though I’ve felt out of place the entire time. Eden wanted me in attendance because I helped her skip past the red tape typically involved with immigration to Spire, and Mezli wanted me here because we’re friends now. Like, real, supportive, “comm if you need help and I’ll drop everything” kind of friends, instead of her just gleefully tormenting me. I care about both of them, and Phelix tolerates me, so I couldn’t say no.

Now here I am, surrounded by love and joy and all I want to do is go back to my crappy loft and wallow in my loneliness in peace. Maybe cry myself to sleep. Anything would be better than being surrounded by a crowd of happy people while I die inside a little with each toast to the mates.

I know I sound like an ungrateful, jealous bastard. I really don’t mean to be. I’m happy for Mezli and Fina, and know that we’re much better as friends. But when you’ve been alone long enough and all of your friends have found people to share their lives with, it starts to grate on you. Little by little, their affectionate glances and casual touches wear you down until you’re raw. Then even the smallest display of love stings like salt in a wound.

Ugh, when is it going to be my turn? I’m not a bad guy. Sure, I didn’t end things with Fina very maturely, but that was a long time ago. I’ve worked on myself. They say you have to love yourself before you can love someone else, but I call bullshit. I know plenty of insecure, imperfect people who’ve found love just fine. Meanwhile, I’ve spent the past five years in therapy working throughchildhood trauma to become someone ready and open to receiving love, and…nothing.

It’s not like I’m not trying. When I first arrived on Spire, I was more than a little intimidated by dating aliens, but that was almost a year ago. I’m far more used to aliens now, and find many of them attractive. I’ve spent weekend after weekend swiping through Syzygy looking for dates and hanging out at bars. None of the ones I matched with were looking for more than the novelty of fucking a human. I already went through my slutty phase while I was getting over breaking up with Fina, and I’m too old and scared of alien STIs to do that nonsense again. I want a connection, not a fuck buddy.

When I got sick of being propositioned by horny aliens, my friends offered to help. Maerlon tried setting me up with his coworker, Jezrit, but five minutes after sitting down to dinner, he bluntly told me he wasn’t attracted to me. Mezli insisted I go on a date with one of her old flames, a massive vuloi named Grespan. We went out a few times, but then he met my pretty blonde coworker from the embassy and that was the end of that.

It’s hopeless. I’m doomed to spend my life single, attempting to cobble together enough scraps of platonic affection from my friends to get by.

God, when did I get so bitter? I wave the nexxit serving drinks off when she stops by to see if I want another. Resting my face in my hands, I take a deep breath and try to push my melancholy mood away.

“Having a bad night?” a velvety voice asks from beside me.

“Uh, no, I’m fine, I just—” my words stop abruptly as I look up to give a fake smile to the alien speaking to me because—damn. The seladin sitting next to me has a roguish flop of white hair that partially obscures one glowing eye, granite skin with glowing markings that frame their sharp cheeks and jawline, and a greencybernetic eye. They’re wearing a shimmering jumpsuit, and my eyes follow the path of the neckline that’s cut down to their waist, exposing a thick sliver of their torso.

I tear my gaze back to the stranger’s face, cheeks burning as they let out an amused laugh that sends a shiver of arousal down my spine. “You’re just…?”

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