Falcorans' Faith (36 page)

Faith moaned in acquiescence, causing Gray’s cock to jerk against her back. 

“When I tell you to swallow, take a deep breath first, all right?” Gray said.  Faith nodded, her entire body winding tighter and tighter.  “We’re all going to come at the same time.”  Faith shuddered at the thought.

“Now,
pixka
, take a deep breath and swallow,” Gray said quickly. 

Faith took a deep breath, then swallowed as Jon thrust deeply into her mouth.  His cock popped into her throat and he roared as his hot seed pulsed into her throat.  At the same time Tristan pinched her clit firmly, slammed his cock against her womb, and roared his own climax. 

““I can see him coming in your throat,” Gray gasped into her ear, “oh, that’s so hot!” 

Faith’s body exploded in orgasm just as Gray shouted and pressed hard against her back, the knowledge that they were all coming at once sending her further over the edge than before.  When Jon pulled out of her throat so she could breathe, then plunged back in again, it set off another orgasm even stronger than the first.   She’d never imagined such pleasure was possible, and wondered briefly if she’d even survive it.  Then she thought no more, letting the intense sensations carry her away. 

Once Tristan, Gray and Jon caught their breath, they looked at each other and smiled.  “She’s amazing,” Tristan said in a low voice as he reached down to lift Faith into his arms.  He laid her down on the bed properly, with her head on a pillow. 

“She’s so small and delicate,” Gray said, brushing a lock of hair from her face with gentle fingers.  “I did not expect her passion to match our own, but it does.”

“It certainly does,” Jon agreed.  “I’m almost afraid to see what would happen if we released pheromones on her.”

“I don’t think that’s something we should try,” Tristan said.  “Not for a while, anyway.”

“Agreed,” Gray said.  “Shall we bathe her, or let her sleep while we clean her up?”

“Let’s let her sleep,” Tristan said.

A little while later, after carefully cleansing their Arima, they climbed into bed with her.  Faith woke up briefly when Tristan lifted her up and laid her down on top of himself. 

“Hi,” she said sleepily, looking right and left, then relaxing after making sure that Jon and Gray were there too.

“Hi,” Tristan said.  “Go back to sleep,
Fedea
.”

“
Fedea
?”

“It means
Faith
in the old tongue,” Tristan replied.

Faith lowered her head against his chest.  “I like that.  Will you guys stay here?”

“Yes, we will,” Tristan promised.  “We have to get up very early though, so don’t be upset if you awaken and we are gone.”

“All right,” Faith said, then yawned.  “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Tristan whispered back, leaning up to kiss the top of her head.  As he listened to Jon, then Gray kiss her goodnight, Tristan smiled to himself.  What a fool he’d been to think they could ever deny their Arima. 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Summer closed the training room door, then reached out with her senses for her Rami.  They were some distance away, though she couldn’t tell exactly where they were.  She supposed they were on the bridge, speaking with the captain.  Certain that they could not be overheard, she turned to face Darlene, who’d asked to meet her here, alone.

“What’s up?” she asked.  “No, let me guess.  You want me to tell the guys my little secret.”

Darlene shook her head, one quick jerk.  “I am in no position to tell you what to do, Summer.  A thought occurred to me that I found disturbing, and after spending most of the day thinking about it, I felt that I should share it with you.”

“Darlene,” Summer said, softening her tone, “you are my closest friend.  The one person I trust beyond all others, excepting only my Rami.  I’m sorry if I sounded short with you just now.  I guess the strain of this is getting to me.”

“It’s all right, Summer,” Darlene said.  “I understand.”

“Thanks,” Summer said.  “So what is it that you wanted to share?”

“I just wondered, how would your Rami feel if something did happen to you, and they learned only then that you are pregnant?” Darlene said, keeping her voice low.

Summer stared at Darlene for a long moment as that scenario ran through her mind.  Darlene was right.  If that happened, they would never have had so much as a moment’s joy in the knowledge.  And since they could never mate again, they never would.”

“Damn,” she said.  “You’re right Darlene.  How selfish I am not to have even thought of that.”

“Since your reason for not telling them was so that they wouldn’t feel guilty, I’m not sure that the label
selfish
fits here,” Darlene said dryly.  “But I do think that you might want to reconsider.  We are very close to Onddo now, I believe.”

“Yes, just a few more days,” Summer agreed.  “You’re right, Darlene.  I will tell them.”

“Good luck with that,” Darlene said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yeah, I might need it,” Summer said with a grin.  As big as the Katres were, she had no fear of them.  They might stomp their feet and roar but they would never harm her, nor would they become truly angry with her.  She didn’t think.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“Better,” Darlene said.  “The talk we had with Faith on the
Eyrie
gave me a few things to think about.  I’ve asked Doc to have dinner with me tomorrow evening so we can talk.  In private.”

Summer smiled, considered hugging Darlene, but held back.  Darlene was not always comfortable with overt gestures of affection, even from her.  So, when Darlene approached her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, initiating a hug herself, Summer was speechless for a moment.

“I love you, Summer,” Darlene said, her voice hoarse with emotion. 

“I love you, too,” Summer replied, returning the hug.

Chapter
Twenty-Eight

For the first time since meeting the Falcorans, Faith slept peacefully throughout the night, uninterrupted by nightmares.  When she awoke the next morning she felt rested and relaxed.  She was glad that Tristan had told her they had to leave early, otherwise their absence would have troubled her.  Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find a note asking her to meet them in the cafeteria in an hour.

She hummed to herself as she showered and dressed, choosing another new top to wear with her jeans, this one the same shade of bright red as Bubbles’ fur.  When Bubbles planted a flurry of popping kisses on her cheek before settling down on her shoulder, Faith decided that the
raktsasa
must like the color.

She left her room with a bounce in her step and made her way to the cafeteria where she found the Falcorans sitting at their usual table in the back corner, their eyes on the door.  They smiled and stood up as soon as she appeared, then watched as she crossed the room toward them.

“Good morning,” she said brightly, taking the chair that Gray held for her.  She wanted very much to kiss them, but the curious eyes of the other men in the cafeteria prevented that.

“Good morning,” they all replied at the same time.  “You slept well last night,” Tristan said.

“Yes, I did,” Faith said, blushing.  “It was wonderful.  Thank you.” 

“We did nothing,” Tristan said.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Faith argued with a flirty smile.  “I’m very glad I slept without nightmares for a change, and I think Bubbles is too.”  Bubbles made a series of popping sounds which Faith chose to take as full agreement.  Just then a young man arrived with her breakfast on a tray, much to Bubbles’ obvious delight.  A few moments later Bubbles was on a chair scarfing down her breakfast, and Faith was doing the same.

“It’s a nice change to see you so lighthearted,” Jon said.  “It makes the world seem brighter.”

“It’s nice to
feel
lighthearted,” she said.  “Believe it or not, between Grace and I, I was the relaxed, easy going one.  I’d almost forgotten that part of myself these past couple of years.”

“We understand that very well,” Tristan said.  “We used to be a rather lighthearted male-set ourselves.”

“You seem less stiff than you did when I first met you,” Faith said.  “Maybe you guys are on your way back to being normal, too.”

“Yes, we are, thanks to you,” Tristan said. 

Faith smiled, then tilted her head.  “I’m gonna ask a question, and I hope you guys don’t get upset by it.”

“We shall do our best,” Tristan promised solemnly, though Faith saw a glimmer of a twinkle in his eyes.

“The woman that messed you guys up,” she said, then paused to see if they were going to get tense on her.  They didn’t, much to her satisfaction.

“What about her?” Gray asked as he poured himself another cup of coffee.  Faith grabbed the empty cup in front of her tray and slid it toward him.  Gray arched a brow, knowing she wasn’t supposed to drink coffee, but he filled her cup.

“Well, I think you three should get a little pay-back,” she said. 

“Pay back?” Tristan asked thoughtfully.  “What did you have in mind?”

“Are you at all familiar with a man on Earth known as the Director?” she asked.

“Yes, we are,” Tristan said.  “Jasan has a very good relationship with him.”

“Well, believe it or not, in spite of what he does for a living, he’s actually a pretty good guy.  He got a large settlement for me from the government because Grace died while doing
undercover
work
, which isn’t exactly true, but I didn’t complain.  I’d spent the money I inherited when my parents died running from Cinthy, and it was completely gone.  The settlement gave me enough to leave Earth and go where I wanted.  Anyway, like you said, the Director likes Jasan, and I don’t think he’d be too happy to learn what this woman has been up to.”

“What do you think he’d do to her?” Jon asked, a worried frown on his face.  “We wouldn’t want to be the cause of any woman coming to real harm, regardless of how she treated us.”

“She wouldn’t be harmed in the way you’re thinking,” Faith said.  “But, since she signed a legal and binding interplanetary contract, accepted money from the Lobos, and went through the mating ritual, she is bound by those actions pending a legal separation or divorce.”

“We do not have divorce on Jasan,” Tristan said.

“No, you sure don’t,” Faith said.  “Even if she got a divorce on Earth, she either knew, or should have known, that there is no divorce on Jasan, and that the Lobos were still considered her legal spouses there.  Yet she returned and attempted to repeat what she’d done to the Lobos.  That shows pretty clearly that her intentions were never to actually marry you.  I suspect that there is more than enough evidence against her to try her for breach of contract, fraud, and inter-system racketeering.  Considering how much money she got from you and the Lobos, I’ve no doubt that would be seen as the most serious crime of the lot, and the one that holds the stiffest penalty.”

“How stiff?” Jon asked.

“I’m not a legal expert by any stretch of the imagination,” Faith said.  “But considering the importance of the relationship between Earth and Jasan, I would guess a few years. That’s if she’s convicted, of course.  Even if she isn’t convicted, it will make her life uncomfortably complicated for a while.  She’ll have to hire an attorney, cough up all of her financial documents, and make court appearances, just to start.  It will be expensive, and it won’t be fun.”

Faith watched the Falcorans as they considered her suggestion.  If she hadn’t been able to sense their emotions she might of been worried about the reluctant expressions on their faces.  But she could read them, and knew that their reluctance was not out of concern for Diane in particular, but rather a reluctance to harm any woman in general.

“Listen, guys,” she said, “I understand how you feel.  You want to leave well enough alone, and move on with your lives.”

Tristan, Gray and Jon all smiled at her as they nodded.  “That’s exactly right,” Tristan said.  “Two weeks ago we might have felt differently, but now we have you in our lives, and don’t want to think about her any more.”

“That’s reasonable,” Faith said.  “If you want to let it go, that’s fine, it’s up to you.  But I want you to think about one thing before you decide.”

“What’s that?” Tristan asked.

“What would have happened if the Lobos had taken real steps against her instead of hiding what she’d done to them as they did?  I know they tried to keep tabs on her, but that didn’t work out too well.  If they’d reported her, would her prints and scans have been marked as undesirable?  Because if they had, she would never have been able to return and do the same thing to you three.”

“That is true,” Tristan said.  “It is also true that there is nothing to prevent her from doing the same thing on other worlds, to other men.”

“Exactly,” Faith said.  “What’s already happened cannot be changed.  But maybe she can be prevented from doing it to someone else.”

“It’s worth a try,” Tristan said.  “I would wish on no one what she did to us, and we were not harmed a fraction as much as the Lobos.”