Page 63 of Her Alien Delegate
"Hey!" Vaquel grumbled. "I could say the same about you! It's my scent on her skin." And he was right. I had been using his kengak to help ease the symptoms of my need for all of them.
I smiled and let him know that this wasn't a rejection of any of them. "I want you too, Vaquel, and Pheyal. And you," I said directly to Broma as I stroked his face.
"Just give us some time around you and we'll be well enough to repair the bond," Pheyal said from his bed, trying to lift himself up, but still so weak.
"How do I keep you?" I whispered to Broma. He was unable to move much. How do I fix this?
The deep voice of King Direl spoke from the cave's entrance, "Allowing them to taste your blood is a good start to keeping your bond strong."
"Isn't that just for necia?" Riley asked her mate.
"The unGor don't need it, but it is a quick way for their bodies to know that she has kept her bond strong even if she wasn't physically present with them. Plus, they display mating marks similar to ours after bonding. It should pep them up to finish what they must. Come with me, Pulsunne; I have some bonding planned for us as well."
Riley looked between me and my mates, and then she made a little "oh" sound before scurrying off with her mate.
I lowered my neck to Broma, and his fangs gently sunk in. Just a surface level cut to taste my blood on his tongue with a moan.
"It's true," he said with wonder and pride. "You never left us."
"If you did not break the bond, then how have you dealt with the pull of the mating heat?" Pheyal asked.
The blush on my cheeks seemed to translate to the glow in my hair and I felt like a glowbug. I guess they were going to find out anyway, I thought, and they wouldn't judge me for it.
I cleared my throat, "I've been using the harness with a bit of modifications, and Vaquel's kengak."
"I wasn't giving you just mine," Vaquel confessed. "The last one had all of ours."
"That makes sense," I said, having my own confession to make. "I tried both the jars I still had, and the last one you gave me helped my urges the most."
"She wants us all," Pheyal said with a strained huff as he forced himself to sit up and throw his legs off the side to try to come to me.
Broma kissed my neck. "Go to them before they hurt themselves to get to you. I'll figure out what kind of modifications you've made to the mating harness shortly."
I smiled and shivered with anticipation. "I'll hold you to it." I kissed his forehead, and my hair detangled from his ormete.
"Pheyal," I called out as I rushed to him next. "Don't push yourself." His fangs were already out, and my hair reached out to guide him to my neck. The bite was gentle, and all I felt was warmth when he finally licked it. I took a moment to gaze at his face and brush against the scar that blinded him in one eye. Smiling, I kissed his nose. "Thank you for not rejecting our bond."
They all could have accepted that I'd rejected them, and they would have been fine right now. They held out, knowing I'd return to them, but they had to endure the pain of the bond not being finished. And here I had thought only I was suffering from being apart from them. I was agitated because my body was on fire to be filled, and here they were literally wasting away. It meant more to me than I could ever express. They stayed for me. They chose me, even if it was easier to leave or choose someone else.
"I've waited a long time for you, little mate," Pheyal said and gave me a squeeze before motioning me to the last bed with Vaquel turned away, so he wasn't even watching us. He always felt he was going to be ignored, last to everything, and less than Broma or Pheyal.
I leaned over his face and let my hair tangle up with his ormete before kissing his cheek. "I put your seed on our mark and lick it to go to sleep at night," I whispered in his ear.
"Nephing Goddess, you know exactly what gets me hard for you," he grumbled, but I knew he was smiling. He rolled over to grab me to sink his fangs into me. Not quite as soft as my other mates as he nipped and licked, marking me twice as many times. "Mine," he licked up to my ear and moaned.
I loved what every one of my mates gave to me, but I had a soft spot for the aggressiveness of Vaquel. He spun me around, and held me by the shoulders, kissing the markings on my neck as he said, "Stay still as our Commissioner inspects your harness. I want to see what's been keeping you from coming to me sooner."
I shivered, and he unclasped my robes to expose me to Broma, who was walking slowly towards us. He was already looking healthier. His dark grey skin sparkled like stars.
Rubbing my thighs together made the harness insert twist, and I moaned, wanting them to see what I've been hiding between my legs.
Broma kneeled before me, unbuckling the straps with a deliberate ease that was torturous to wait for. First, he released the first suctioned attachment, and immediately the air on my clit made me tingle and beg for a touch, but he denied me as he eased the plug from my ass, and the strap dangled, hanging only from the last attachment.
"Nothing unusual about those," Pheyal remarked.
With two fingers, Broma slipped them on either side of the insert, rubbing between my lips, and I moaned as he tugged, but it didn't pop out.
"Evie," Broma said my name, and I squirmed. "A normal harness would have slipped out with a simple pull."
