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Mal bucked between us from the intrusion, and I shattered again, crying out as my body spasmed, locking around his cock. I clawed at Mal’s back, leaving streaks of red on his skin as Tiger pounded into him, the three of us connected in the most intimate way possible.
It didn’t take long for Mal’s orgasm to crash through him. His release filled me, sticky and hot, and Tiger bit his neck before he groaned, long and low, following Mal right over the precipice.
Mal collapsed against me, his breathing ragged. His forehead dropped to mine, eyes closed, mouth slack with spent pleasure. Tiger held him from behind, chest heaving, arms braced around both of us like we were something sacred.
We finally untangled our bodies, and they sandwiched me between the two of them as we all lay on our sides. Mal in front of me, and Tiger behind me.
I looked into Mal’s eyes and reached back to touch Tiger’s face, connecting the three of us. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
They seemed to understand what I meant. My gratitude wasn’t for the sex, but for their promise that we were in this together, no matter what challenges lay ahead for us.
“We’ll always be here for you,” Tiger murmured, nuzzling my neck.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Mal said, echoing his sentiment with a fierce look on his face.
Tears welled in my eyes. These two incredible men were mine. We had each other, and that was more than I ever thought I’d get in my lifetime.
CHAPTER 14
Mal
The ship drifted over Halla’s forests for hours, while I sat in the lounge, alone with my thoughts and the endless sky.
Easily the best ship I had ever been in,Cheesecakesaw to all my needs while the other two slept. The trees danced in the breeze beneath the early morning light—evidently, Halla had been experiencing weather. A bad sign for Orhon, according to some. The superstitious among us said weather on Halla meant the ghosts were riled up, and unhappy ghosts on Halla meant unhappy living on Orhon.
But the wiser among us knew happiness was not dependent on ghosts. Happiness depended on love.
I smiled, thinking of the pair in the captain’s quarters.If this isn’t love, then I have no idea what it is.
I sipped my neneed, savoring the smoky, rich, sweet taste.Cheesecake’s synthetic recipe was indistinguishable from thereal thing. I’d know. My tastebuds had been honed by years of sensory training. That was the thing…every part of me had been trained to perfection. I’d been shaped, sharpened, hardened. Prepared for any situation.
Except for them. Jenny and Tiger. OrJade, as she liked to be called when in a Ladrian body.
And what a Ladrian body it is.
In the cockpit before we had joined her in the bedroom, Tiger had told me they had a night together at Volatile Bateen’s with her new body, so that was why he wanted me to have the first go at her during our threeway. He was thoughtful like that. I ached from my ass to my cock to my heart, thinking about him.
The ache was something to savor, and I wanted to keep my thoughts on them. But every once in a while, the image of Jade crying at Credo’s window popped into my mind, and I couldn’t easily shake the haunting memory.
I had fought and killed on eight planets. I knew ways to break even the strongest man down to a whimpering child with only my bare hands. I held elite rankings with every weapon—blade, projectile, or bullet. But nothing had prepared me for seeing the woman I loved cry from helplessness.
The lighting changed shades in the hall, and I knew Jenny was close. Within moments, she strolled into the lounge. StillJade, she wore a simple green robe and a smile.
“Hi, you,” she said softly, affectionately.
“Hello.” I took her in, contentment easing through me. “You look…sated.”
She grinned playfully. “For now.” After she grabbed a cup of chamomile from the printer, she joined me at the table where I was sitting. “How are you?”
“Much better now,” I said, exhaling slowly. “I wasn’t sure I’d…” My voice faltered. I hated how fragile the truth felt. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.”
“I’m not so easy to get rid of, Mal.” She sipped her tea, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Unless you ever want to get rid of me. Say the word, and I’m gone—”
“Never,” I said, reaching across the table to cover her hand with my own. “Not ever.”
Her expression softened. “You’re not the sentimental type, Mal. That’s Tiger’s job.”
I chuckled, withdrawing my hand and lifting my neneed. “Our Tiger isthat, isn’t he?”
