Page 49 of Her Alien Delegate
"We won't be able to leave this ship without her marking at least one of us," Pheyal's voice floated around me, and I didn't know if he was to my right or left anymore.
"Do you think it will work on a human?" Vaquel asked.
"It has to," Broma said before groaning like he was feeling exactly what I was feeling.
"I can't see." I panted and rubbed my hands over my arms, feeling them tingle under the touch.
"Do not panic." Broma's voice felt far off, and yet so close, like I could reach out and grab him.
"That's exactly what someone would say when there is reason to panic," I grumbled, but it wasn't panic I felt. My body felt alive with nerves firing off with anticipation for something. My pussy clenched, and I knew what my body wanted.
"The gen of finding ends when you mark us."
"How do I do that?" I didn't have fangs to bite them. And my nails were much too soft to scratch them. Bode had told me as much with unGor mates that they claimed mates with biting and scratching, marking their flesh. My nails were more likely to break than to mark them.
"Your hand was given an enzyme that will react with an oil we placed on our neck. We've each chosen a design fitting what we wish to be for you."
"Support," Vaquel promised.
"Strength," Pheyal added next.
"Everything," Broma whispered hopefully.
I chuckled. "What does everything look like?"
"The life flower of AsunGor's mountain peaks. Strong enough to withstand the greatest winds, valued more than my own life, and the rarest of blooms capable of miracles."
"On AsunGor," Pheyal added, "the life flower represents the goddess, and an agreement to dedicate everything a warrior is in service to the goddess's happiness. In service to your happiness."
"My support is for her happiness too," Vaquel defended his own mark.
I smiled, and reached out, my hand gripping through warm ormete strands until my wrist came into contact with something that tingled like my arm waking up from poor blood circulation. The ormete wrapped around me to keep my wrist in place, and I heard Broma moan. Then he lifted my hand. His tongue licked my warm wrist, and the contact made me shiver all the way down to my toes.
"What was that?"
"Our bond," he said, and my vision cleared to see the strange, and beautiful flower etched into his neck. The same tattoo was on my wrist. "That one is so everyone can see it. The next one will be just for us."
"The next one?"
Broma smiled at me and kissed his way from my wrist up to my elbow and inhaled my scent.
"You promised that spot was mine," Pheyal growled territorially.
"You can discuss that with our mate later," he licked my inner elbow, and I groaned. I felt hands lifting my shirt over my head, but they weren't Broma's as he was kissing my stomach, inching my pants down. His ormete were caressing my skin as his mouth suckled at the sensitive skin at my hip, leading between my legs.
"I've got her," Pheyal assured, his firm chest was now behind me as he nuzzled into my neck.
My weight was lifted as his arms went under mine, allowing Broma to remove my pants. He tossed them at Vaquel, who lifted them to his face and inhaled the scent of my arousal.
I never thought I would be doing any of this with multiple men, but I wasn't scared, and it didn't feel as exposing as having strangers watching me. Pheyal and Vaquel were strangers, I thought oddly, but I felt safe.
"Why do I feel so safe with you?" I turned my head up to stare at Pheyal as he wrapped his arms around me. I reached up to touch his ormete, and they wrapped around my arm with a light squeeze. I watched as the ormete under his braid rubbed at my elbow.
"Because you are safe," Pheyal smiled. He shivered with a groan as my fingers gently glided across his scar under his blind eye. His ormete glowed, making his dark grey skin sparkle like stars. Then Broma's tongue flicked between my legs, and I moaned. My arms flung up behind me to wrap around Pheyal's neck for support. A tingling sensation rippled through my body, and my elbow warmed.
Broma propped my thighs on his shoulders while I felt his ormete put pressure at my entrance, teasing in little pulses as his tongue played around my clit. With a gasp, I clenched my thighs around him, and I felt warmth tingle through me again.
"What are you, a wall?" Vaquel teased Pheyal as he leaned over to gently take my chin in his hand and guide my mouth to his, whispering, "Do you want to know where I want to share our mark?"
