Page 9 of Her Alien Mercenaries
Torren moved behind her, his hands on her hips as he pressed up against her, guiding her into Zanyr’s embrace. “Allow us to demonstrate the difference.”
Lust poured through her, as raw and real as anything she’d ever experienced. A small voice shouted at her to run and hide before the predators stalking her could pounce. For most of her life, that’s what she’d done—hidden from threats and avoided the attentions of dangerous beings as much as possible.
Not this time. Something inside her whispered this time the dangerous predators belonged toher.
Fraxx it.She rose on her toes to kiss Zanyr’s chin. She wasn’t short, but he was big. Tall. Broad. Solid. She rested her hands on his bare chest as her lips brushed over his stubbled skin. “Not my brothers. Got it.”
“I don’t think you do because that was not nearly enough.” Zanyr lowered his head, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that seared her down to her soul.
“I doubt we’ll ever get enough,” Torren said, his hands tightening on her waist as he rocked his hips against her backside.
Both males were aroused. She could feel the hard lengths of their cocks pressed up against her, front and back. Zanyr’s kiss went on and on, his mouth hot and lips firm as he laid claim to her.
Torren nuzzled at her ear, his breath fanning her skin and sending ripples of goose bumps chasing down her spine.
Hands stroked her shoulders, her face, and her neck. She had no idea who was touching her where. Something whispered that she should be ashamed of that, but she wasn’t. How could she be when it all felt so right?
Breathless and giddy with desire, her knees nearly gave way as Torren pulled her from Zanyr’s embrace and turned her to face him. The look in his eyes stole her breath away. He wanted her. She could see it. Feel it. They both did.
Something new blossomed in her chest, a feeling she’d never known before. Belonging. They wanted her. Shy, ordinary, her. The one her first employers had called the Mouse. She’d hated the name, but over time she’d embraced it. That way of living kept her safe, unseen and, therefore, uninteresting.
That wasn’t true anymore. Not with Zanyr and Torren. Theysawher.
It was the most wonderful, terrifying feeling in all the worlds.
4
When Torren saidhe’d found theirmahaya, Zanyr hadn’t truly believed it was possible. Though he’d never spoken about it, Zanyr believed their ancestors were punishing them for the choices they’d made. Fighting for money was no life for a warrior with honor. No matter why they’d chosen that path, they’d never find their mate or lasting happiness until they chose a new direction.
Despite his uncertainty, he’d dropped what he was doing and rushed to their designated meeting place. Apart from a quick wash in an irrigation cistern, he’d not bothered with anything else. If she were truly their mate, she wouldn’t care about appearances. And maybe a human female wouldn’t judge them for the things they’d done in the past.
Maybe.
The moment he caught her scent, he’d known. All his doubts vanished, leaving him to bask in a moment of pure certainty. They’d found her. At long last, the ancestors had forgiven them and sent them a gift, carried on the fairest of winds.
He’d had his share of lovers over the years. They both had. Sometimes they’d shared while other times they’d enjoyed pleasurable company on their own, but neither of them had ever had more than a passing interest in the females they spent time with. Sex was a release, a distraction from the darkness that shrouded their lives. Jenna was so much more than that. She was theirmahaya, the one female they would cherish and protect for the rest of their lives. And for Zanyr, she represented something more—redemption.
They kept her on the rooftop longer than he’d intended. The first kiss wasn’t enough. Nor was the second. Or the third. Back and forth she’d moved between them, turned one way and then the other, until the need for her was a living flame. Torren had been right to bring her somewhere public, where they couldn’t give in to the temptation to strip her naked and learn how to make her scream with pleasure.
Soon they’d do that. Soon, but not yet. That much had been drilled into them by those with human mates. They needed more time to adjust and accept thesharhalalong with what it meant. Someone had mentioned gifting their mate with flowers. One of the cyborgs? Yes. Wreckage had done that.
He didn’t know why plants were a good courtship gift, but he was an agriculturalist. He had plenty of plants he could offer. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he’d find a way to get it for her.
“We should take her downstairs. If we stay any longer…”Torren messaged.
Zanyr agreed, but even then, it took several more minutes for them to stop.
By then, theirmahayawas radiant, her eyes glowing with desire and her lips swollen from their kisses.
Once free, Jenna seemed to diminish, the light in her eyes dimming as she straightened out her clothes and tried to smooth back the strands of hair that had escaped the knot at the back of her head. “Give me a moment. I need to make myself presentable.”
This time, she spoke in Galactic Common, her words muffled because she kept her head down. He didn’t understand what had changed, but he didn’t like it. Where had the passionate female who had kissed him gone, and why?
“You look beautiful.” Torren took her hands to still them, his expression showing he was as concerned by the change as Zanyr.
“You are more than presentable,ana-thi.You are stunning and perfect. Why would you think otherwise?”
She raised her head and blinked at them in surprise. “I’m far from perfect. And what will everyone think if I show up looking like…” She gestured at herself. “This.”
