Bondmate (5 page)

“We
were discussing physiology before you came in.” Mateen adjusted his protruding
cock, and Avanelle knew she was blushing even as she felt her nipples tighten.
He was so matter-of-fact. Just looking at the ridges and thick heads outlined
underneath the thin material was making her lightheaded.

“Ah.”
Bynton nodded. “Would you like to see us?”

With
a thick swallow, Avanelle gave a quick nod. It was inevitable, and perhaps
their very open manner would ease some of her nerves. Apparently at some point
she’d decided there was going to be physical contact between them. She wasn’t
sure when that page had turned, but somewhere between Mateen’s soft touches and
Bynton’s
worry that he repelled her, she’d made up
her mind. She knew she should be horrified at what was to come, but some pulse
of curiosity and desire thrummed through her. She wanted to know, to see, to
feel.

They
had to pull the waistbands out to work their undershorts down, and once she saw
their cocks spring free, thick and dusky red, her breath rushed out even as her
sex swelled. The fine dark hair that covered their chests tapered down and then
thickened into a patch framing their erect members and full sacs.
So large.
Thick thighs, swollen with muscle, only emphasized
their masculine form. They had bodies made for battle and conquest. A shaky
part of her brain commanded her to lie back and spread her legs apart. Instead,
she pressed a hand to her mouth.

“Are
we not as you expected?” Mateen was watching her with those hot eyes that
missed nothing.

“No,
you’re fine.
Very well made.”
She coughed and wondered
what else to say. Bynton smiled at her praise. He leaned forward and sat on the
bed as Mateen followed suit. She was warm, either from the closeness of their
naked bodies or the way her blood was rushing through her body.

“Would
you like to touch us?”

They
were aliens, she reminded herself. But they hadn’t harmed her, hadn’t done anything
more objectionable than carry her away from a frightening place.
All that gleaming skin, those bunching and flexing golden muscles
surrounding her.
Why not enjoy it, just as she had enjoyed cleaning her
skin in their shower, eating their food until her belly was content?

She
reached out and placed a hand on their flat, firm chests, lightly, but not so
lightly she didn’t feel their skin twitch, their breaths catch. Hot and hard
were the only sensations she could process as she stroked their skin, one
rising swell of muscle after the other.

Bynton
drew nearer, stretching his thighs next to hers as he made a low sound in his
throat. His
cock
bobbed near her hip, and she watched it
a second, the broad red head a contrast to her pale skin. Her mouth watered,
and she swallowed. Then Mateen placed his hand over hers as she slid it along
his shoulder.

“We
aren’t so different from a human male, are we?”

Oh,
he had no idea. The men she’d known, seen naked, had in no way been similar to
these beings pressing close to her. “Perhaps not in design, but your execution
is … is…”

She
had no words. They were both close enough now she could smell them, a rich musk
that filled her nose and nerves with pleasure. Her pussy quivered and tingled.

“What
is different? Show us,”
Bynton
asked as he rolled
onto his back. Her gaze swept from his wide chest down to his erection, then to
his slightly parted thighs, everything he had on display for her.

“Unfamiliarity
can increase fear. We want you to be comfortable with us.” Mateen rumbled as he
sat up behind her, close enough for her to lean against if she liked. He
settled his arm along her hip, his fingers against her upper thigh, and her
pussy clenched. It was so wrong to be aroused by this, but she couldn’t help
it.

Bynton
waited for his anatomy lesson. Taking a breath, she decided to start even
though she had no idea how this encounter was going to end. “You look human,
but you’re much bigger and stronger.”

“Good
diet and rigorous exercise,”
Mateen
said, his fingers
gently circling on her thigh even as Avanelle slipped her hand along
Bynton’s
chest. She encountered one of his taut nipples,
and he twitched.

“We
call them
dinap
. Are yours as sensitive?”
Bynton’s
soft question prompted her own nipples to tighten.

“Uh,
yes, mine are
sensi
—” She nearly squeaked when
Mateen’s hand slid along her ribcage to cup under her breast. He squeezed
gently, as careful as if he held a fragile egg.
Bynton’s
eyes narrowed.

“Yes,
I can see them through the fabric. Does the friction of the cloth bother you?”

Avanelle
was helpless, only able to shrug as she tried to understand how she’d come to
be discussing nipples with them.

“Mat,
help her.” Bynton stretched out his arms and slid his hands under the back of
his head, his thick dark hair falling over the white sheets, the small horns on
his head more visible. Mateen lifted the hem of her shirt and waited until she
unthinkingly raised her arms to slip it off. Before she could cover her
breasts, he’d brought his hands back to claim them, her nipples caught between
his knuckles. A terrible bolt of burning nerves pulsed from her breasts down to
her clit, and she shivered out a sigh.

Bynton
smiled and caught her hand in his, pressing it to the hard ridges of his
abdomen. “Our musculature is identical to humans’.”

“Perhaps,
but I’ve never seen anything like this.” As her fingers bumped along his
muscles, she felt the trail of hair under her palm. It was smooth and much
softer than she’d anticipated. She wondered if the hair around his cock was
equally pleasant to touch.

One
of Mateen’s hands left her breast and trailed along her belly. She couldn’t
catch her breath, the ache between her legs powerful enough to make her shift
her thighs. Avanelle couldn’t believe she was so aroused, was actually longing
for sexual contact with these men,
had
no compunction
about touching and being touched by two males at the same time. It was all so
different from her life to this point she wondered where her inner voice had
gone, the one that warned her not to walk down dark alleys or talk with
strangers. Or get naked with aliens.

“It’s
my understanding our sexual organs are identical to human males’.”
Bynton’s
eyes
darkened,
and the
easy grin left his mouth. It was a challenge to her, very softly made, but
still obvious. She’d gone this far. What would hold her back?

Mateen
shifted his hands against her flesh and leaned his chest to her back. She could
feel his cock press against her spine. It was warm and throbbed gently against
her skin. He pulled her hair from her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. “You can
touch him as you like. Bynton can be rough with his staff when he pleasures
himself.”

Hot
blood rushed to her face. To hear one of them so matter-of-factly discuss how
the other masturbated made her dizzy. Did they watch each other? Touch each
other when they…

Questions
fled her mind when she saw Bynton curve his fingers around his shaft, pulling
down his foreskin slightly to expose more of the red head for her. With shaking
fingers she gently stroked the velvety skin there. Bynton sucked in a deep
breath, a soft groan escaping his mouth. He dropped his hold, and unbidden she
took him up, gripping his cock as it jumped against her palm.

“Manual
stimulation is pleasurable. Do human men enjoy it as well?”

“Yes,
they do.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. Mateen had trailed his fingers down
her belly to curl them between her legs. She was sure the thin fabric of her
borrowed pants did nothing to hide the heat and moisture of her swollen lips.
Her clit throbbed.

“Would
you like me to…?” She couldn’t believe she was almost asking such a question,
but
Bynton’s
quick nod kept her from taking it back.
Mateen seemed to gather her in even closer as she adjusted her position to give
her better leverage.

“We
understand human women also appreciate such activities. Would you like it if I
touched you, or would you prefer your own hand?” Mateen’s voice was rough, even
as the movements of his fingers were hesitant as he worked them between her
legs.

Her
heart hammering and everything in her body tensing with desire, Avanelle
relaxed into the moment. She hadn’t felt so good in months, years. Why not take
this encounter to a pleasurable conclusion?

“You
may touch me,” she managed to whisper. Mateen grunted and stopped caressing her
long enough to pull apart the waist of her bottoms and tug them down around her
hips. His fingers slid into her curls, easing into her already wet folds.

“Is
she…?”
Byn
asked, and Avanelle returned her attention
to him, realizing she hadn’t left hold of his cock during her previous movements.
She gave him a squeeze and a stroke, and he closed his eyes. Thick, hard, hot,
she could feel his cock pulse with more blood, a tiny bead of pre-cum gleaming
at the tip.

“She
feels … this is good,
Byn
.” The other man’s voice
faded to a whisper, and she felt his breath on her shoulder as he again pressed
against her, a warm wall of a chest, the strong support of his legs framing her
body, keeping her safe. The light nip of his teeth against her shoulder made
her
shiver,
made her clit swell. “Avanelle, please
tell me if I err in pleasing you.”

At
this point, she could probably rock her hips against his fingers and find a
climax. Realizing she wanted one, wanted one with the two of them as witnesses,
made
her skin flush hot and cold.

“Tell
me, Bynton.” She had no idea what sort of touches an
Alphan
preferred.

“Just
steady, up and down, there’s a spot under the corona.” His hand met hers and
pressed her thumb to a small dent under his thickened head. “That’s very
important.
Oh, Avanelle.”

He
gasped her name as she moved her hand along his cock, allowing her fingers to
bump along as she rotated and stroked. His breath caught, and he threw his head
back. Mateen’s fingers slid against her, near her clit but not close enough.
She braced herself on her knees and used her free hand to catch his fingers,
frame two along each side of her agonized bundle of nerves. A small part of her
brain was amazed she had the courage to instruct such a huge, strong male.
“Steady, up and down—”

“And
that’s
your
important spot.” Mateen
finished for her as he made good on her instructions. She couldn’t hold back
her soft cries as he touched her and had to force herself to concentrate on
Bynton as he strained against the bed under her touch. Within a few more
seconds he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up and down forcefully,
growling out a rumbling cry as his cock jumped and shivered. Whitish streams of
cum pulsed from him, spattering on his belly as he roared, his eyes closing.

Avanelle
could barely register his release before Mateen’s steady strokes captured her
whole attention. She let go of
Bynton’s
throbbing
cock and braced her hands against the bed as she lifted her hips and spread her
legs, desperate for him to have full access. His free arm caught her under her
breasts and pulled her up and against him as he kept up the quick rhythm of
pleasure, squeezing her clit between his knuckles with every stroke. A spike of
bliss caught her unexpectedly, and she writhed in his grip, crying out as her
pussy clenched. A wave of shocking ecstasy vibrated through her limbs, and she
fell back against Mateen, heedless of how he held her. With a few shaky breaths
she rested in his arms, everything in her warm and soft with waves of delight.

She
opened her eyes, realizing she’d pleasured, been pleasured by, these alien men.
They hadn’t even kissed, and she’d come. Did
Alphans
kiss? She glanced down to see Mateen’s golden arms crisscrossing her body, her
legs spread wide as her muscles trembled. Bynton still sprawled in front of her,
his eyes avidly inspecting her. The man behind her breathed
hard,
and she noticed his cock had slipped between her thighs, lying against the wet
and still shivering folds of her pussy. What now?

****

So tender.
That was the
only thought Mateen could formulate, other than he shouldn’t move or else he
wouldn’t be able to stop himself from penetrating Avanelle, piercing her with
his
tesak
, and that was certainly not acceptable.
Yet.
She reclined in his embrace, her skin damp and warm
from her release, and he breathed deep her scent, so rich with her arousal. His
aching staff rested against her, so close to where it belonged. The sensation
of the hot, wet flesh of her
quonum
against his
straining staff was riveting.

Just
being that close to her climax, proximate to
Bynton’s
,
made him believe in the tales, the ones that proclaimed a warrior’s soul was
strengthened when he’d claimed his mate. His bond with Bynton, close as it was,
certainly made them both better fighters, stronger, faster, more intuitive, but
this episode with Avanelle between them was on a different level. Even though
he hadn’t achieved an orgasm, he still felt an odd sensitivity in his
consciousness, like he could almost hear a sound just out of reach.