Amorous Overnight (32 page)

Hastion’s cock leaped with interest.

“Well now I’m just shocked,” he teased as Shelley’s cheeks grew even redder.

She growled, grazing his glans with her teeth, and he shuddered. If she thought the threat of pain would deter him, she was sadly mistaken.

“I have sharp teeth too, szistaan,” he murmured, reaching under her to tug on her hard nipples, “and I will not hesitate to use them on these.”

The minister growled. “Nor will I.”

Shelley squirmed and whimpered in response, thrusting her breasts into Hastion’s hands and begging him without words to do more. When he tugged harder, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

The minister pushed his still-straining cock down and slid it into her again. Then he pulled her back farther and farther as he fucked his way into her, and Hastion had to scoot forward in order to keep himself in Shelley’s mouth. Her moans of excitement fed the flames of his own—he would never have expected her to accept the attentions of both of them so eagerly.

When the minister’s spur emerged, he pulled her upright, still impaled on his cock, and said, “All right, Ensign, now you must wait your turn.” He looked around for something and frowned. Then his gaze landed on Hastion. “Lie down here, on your back, with your feet over the edge.”

Confused, Hastion complied. He groaned in delighted comprehension when Cecine draped Shelley over his torso, pushing her head and shoulders down onto the mattress. “Thank you, sir, for not saying my stomach.”

“You’re welcome.”

Shelley immediately reached into the hollow under her hips, searching for Hastion’s cock. She whined when Cecine seized both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand.

Then he braced himself on the mattress with the other hand and fucked her in earnest.

Hastion watched raptly, his attention divided between the intensity of Cecine’s expression through the swaying curtain of his hair and the muscles rippling over every visible inch of him. Tormented by the need to touch, he moved his hands before they could wander onto forbidden territory, working them into the space between Shelley’s flesh and his own, flicking at her clitoris with one while caressing her breasts with the other.

“Oh God, yes! Yes!” Shelley cried.

The minister paused long enough to set his spur against her anus, then he surged forward. Clearly encouraged by her shout, he drove deeper and deeper, fucking her until she seized and screamed out her orgasm.

“Peserin’s hell, that’s amazing,” Cecine ground out as he shuddered into her.

Nearly on a different existential plane now, Hastion pulled his fingers away from Shelley’s liquid cunt and sucked them, savoring the mixture of female arousal and semen. It was only by the grace of the Powers that he hadn’t come himself.

When the minister had recovered sufficiently, he pulled out and laid her down beside Hastion, kneeling above them with his hands resting on his thighs.

“Oh my God, I think I love you!” she cried in a dreamy voice.

Cecine raised a sweaty eyebrow at her. “Do you?” he panted.

Giving him a lazy nod, she said, “I do.”

He glanced at Hastion. “And the Ensign?”

“I totally love him,” she said, turning to gaze at him with lustrous, arousal-darkened eyes. “I’ve been crazy about him since I watched him doing that Carrie woman at the compound. He was so enthusiastic, so…uninhibited. I wanted that.”

Hastion’s heart skipped a few beats. Shelley had cared for him that long ago?

“Would you like him to fuck you now?” Cecine asked.

She reached for Hastion. “Please. I’ve been waiting forever.”

Rolling to his side, he leaned over her and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Are you sure, Shelley? You’re not too sore from the minister?”

In reply, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. He groaned and sank onto her, letting her draw his tongue into her mouth. The way she suckled it made him shudder and his impossibly hard cock screamed for mercy.

When she tugged at him anxiously, trying to draw him between her thighs, he tore his mouth away. “You’ll have to—”

“Take her in that position, Ensign.”

Hastion’s eyes widened with trepidation at the minister’s tone but he obeyed, scooting her farther back on the mattress and climbing between her spread legs. Bracing himself on one trembling elbow, he reached down and guided himself to her, dizzy with the fragrances rising from her drenched cunt. Then he settled in slowly, holding himself aloft on his forearms.

“Mmmm, you’re so big,” Shelley whispered as she skimmed her hot hands all over his torso and shoulders.

“You’re so tiny,” he whispered back, breathing heavily.

She gave him an artful smile. “I’m big enough to take you.”

“So it would appear.” When he’d settled in her as deep as he could without pushing, he began to move in slow, shallow thrusts and Shelley stuttered with excitement, drawing her knees up beside his hips.

“Oh yes,” she gasped. “Do it just like that.”

Thrilled by her instruction, he continued, tangling his fingers in the curly hair strewn all over the mattress as he looked down at her. When she hooked her heels under his buttocks and pulled, he thrust a little deeper.

She gasped, scratching at his back. “Hastion…”

“Tell me,” he urged.

“Faster. Harder.”

He obeyed, gaining momentum, but faltered when he felt his spur graze her.

“Don’t stop!” she cried.

Panting, sweat rolling down his ribs, he said, “I must take care with my spur.”

“Aw,” she whined. “Dammit, I wish I had a nook.”

“We’ll manage.” Or so he hoped. Did the minister plan to summon a probe for him?

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“Hold, Ensign.”

When Hastion froze, Cecine nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. Hastion heard the snap of the lubricant lid and tensed. An instant later, there was probing at his anus and he swallowed a groan as he instinctively relaxed to allow the penetration. Peserin, it was a finger—the minister had slid a finger inside him and was moving it in and out.

Hastion squeezed his eyes shut as he bit down on a cry. Then Cecine added another finger and Hastion shuddered with both arousal and dread. Oh Peserin, sandwiched between the two of them, he was likely to lose all semblance of control.

“Lift up a bit.”

Puzzled, Hastion raised his hips and looked down to see the minister’s other hand slide between him and Shelley, working its way down until his palm protected her cunt.

“All right, Ensign, back to work.”

Hastion blinked, panting harder as he gathered his will. Closing his eyes, he began to thrust again and nearly wept when the minister’s fingers remained static, fucking him as he fucked Shelley. Powers, but it would be a miracle if he didn’t embarrass himself.

“Oh God, yes,” Shelley whimpered, moving restlessly. He felt movement at the base of his penis and realized it was the minister’s thumb sliding back and forth over Shelley’s inner labia.

Then he forgot all about the minister’s thumb when those fingers curved down over his prostate, sending a red-hot stream of sensation through his testicles. He ground his teeth on a groan, going deeper, harder, feeling his spur stab at the minister’s hand with every thrust.

Peserin, please don’t let me scream,
he prayed.

Seconds later, Shelley clawed at his back and screamed for him. Dropping his head, he groaned harshly and came with her.

Shelley awoke on her stomach, fighting off the kind of sleep that weighed her down like the lead x-ray blanket at the dentist’s office. God, had she picked up some Garathani bug or something? Her head throbbed with every sluggish beat of her heart, her eyes felt like they’d been scooped out with a melon baller and forced back into their sockets with a rubber mallet, and her muscles ached like she’d started a killer new weightlifting program yesterday.

She tried to move and whimpered with discomfort. There was no way she was getting out of bed today. Hopefully Tara hadn’t come down with the same thing or some unlucky Garathani was going to have a long day with the twins.

Movement in the bed sent a bolt of tension through her, and the tickle of hair skimming across her skin gave her an instant’s warning before an open mouth touched her left shoulder blade.

At the same time, humid breath wafted over her right ear. “Are you well, Shelley?”

She opened her eyes and trembled as he brushed the hair away from her temple. “Hastion? What—”

A hand that couldn’t be his slid over her bare ass and she exploded into action with a screech, lurching down the only avenue of escape available to her, the valley created by two long bodies in her bed. She tumbled headfirst off the mattress, catching herself on her aching arms as she rolled to her ass. Her heartbeat wasn’t sluggish anymore—her pulse pounding in her ears was all she could hear.

Shit, where was she? This wasn’t her room. What was she doing in someone else’s room—naked?

The blanket trailing off the end of the bed caught her eye and she grabbed it, tugging fiercely to free it from underneath the four longest feet she’d ever seen. Then she wrapped herself up in it as she scrambled to her feet.

She got just a glimpse of the minister’s face before wet warmth rushed down the insides of her legs. Oh crap, what the hell was that?

She whirled to face the other way, and praying it was her period finally making its return, she unwrapped the blanket long enough to peek…

And was hit with a blast of fragrance that was unmistakable.

Semen.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. What in the hell had she done last night? And why in the hell didn’t she remember it?

A weird sense of déjà vu struck.

Bracing herself, she turned to face the two very naked aliens stretched out on the mattress. Both were propped up on an elbow, facing the spot she’d just occupied between them. Both were staring at her with varying degrees of amusement and wariness.

Both had hard-ons.

“What the hell?” she demanded breathlessly.

“Good morning to you too, szistaan,” the minister murmured.

She put the heel of her hand to her aching forehead.

“What. The.
Hell?
” she repeated.

Hastion frowned. When he rolled to a sitting position and started to get up, she jumped back, stumbling on the long blanket.

“Stay!” she said, holding out a shaking hand.

“Shelley, what—”

“Just don’t move, okay? Stay. Right. There. I need to think.”

“All right.”

What the hell was going on? Had she gotten wasted somehow, or had the minister drugged her? The last thing she remembered was…

What was the last thing she remembered?

“I went to bed last night,” she muttered desperately. “Alone.”

Something important was pounding at the door of her brain, begging to be let out. What was it? They’d had dinner last night, and she’d tried the fishy thing. Then she and Tara had put the twins to bed—

Wait, she and Tara had an argument of some kind, didn’t they?

The flood of semen drizzled past her ankles and made puddles on the floor. Jesus Christ, how many times had they done it?

“Oh fuck.” She’d probably gotten knocked up by another alien her second night on Garathan. That had to be some kind of record, didn’t it?

“Shelley, what’s wrong?” Hastion asked.

“I don’t understand how this happened.” She closed her aching eyes and rubbed them. “Would someone mind explaining what’s going on here?”

There was a long silence before Cecine replied, “What, in particular, requires explanation?”

Opening her eyes, she gave a shaky laugh. “Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe we should start with what you drugged me with. Obviously something memorable happened here last night and I don’t remember a thing.”

He and Hastion both frowned, but Cecine’s frown looked more angry than confused.

“You don’t remember last night?” Hastion asked.

“No!”

“What do you remember?” Cecine asked in a low tone.

“I…remember going to bed and…” She’d been planning on getting herself off—that much, she remembered—but something else was on her mind. Something Tara said.

So that wasn’t you I saw on the beach with Hastion last night?
Shelley gasped. Oh Christ, this had happened yesterday too, hadn’t it? She’d woken up with sand in her bed and her panties gone and her robe torn…
He’s got your panties, by the way.

Holy crap, had she slept with Hastion twice and didn’t remember it?

“Nobody drugged you, Shelley,” Cecine said. “You came here of your own volition and begged us to claim you.”

“Bullshit! I wouldn’t do that.”

His brows lowered. “You, my mate, will address me with respect or suffer the punishment.”

She trembled. “Dammit, I knew this was a mistake. I should never have come here. I knew I couldn’t trust you!”