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Authors: Ann Jacobs
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“Thank you.”
“I thank you, Earthling. You gave me great pleasure, and you gave me a child.” Giles cleared his throat. “Fasten your seat belt, we’re about to land.” He pressed the com button and advised Brendan, who had stayed in the sleeping quarters, to prepare for landing.
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Home. Lights twinkled from every barren branch, in the windows of nearly every home and business. Happy lights—red and blue, green and gold, white and every shade of the rainbow. Star recalled her mother saying that when she was not much older than Gillian.
When she glanced at Giles, he wore the nostalgic look of a man remembering long-ago times, other solstice seasons. At first that surprised her but she guessed it shouldn’t.
She had heard from Brendan, as well as many clients, that Earthlings had celebrated similar winter holidays. She supposed Eastphalians who’d migrated from Earth generations earlier had brought their traditions with them.
“Happy solstice,” she said to Giles and Brendan as they trudged through a light dusting of snow on the tarmac toward the spaceship terminal, their arms laden with wrapped packages. A fat snowflake landed on her lip and she captured it with her tongue. Her bells jingled, seemingly in tune with the holiday tune coming from loudspeakers inside the terminal. “It feels good to be home.” Star’s heart filled to bursting at the rapt expression on Giles’ face when he met, then held, their daughter. Maybe…just maybe her solstice wish would be fulfilled.
* * * * *
Later, as they put their daughter to bed, Giles looked down with wonder at Gillian as the toddler snuggled under a bright-blue coverlet strewn with silver stars. Gods! She 34
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looked beautiful, clutching the old-fashioned baby doll Brendan had picked out for him to give her as though it were the greatest gift she’d ever received.
Having a child and celebrating the solstice here on this barren planet where little of value existed but love, felt good. Better than the elaborate celebrations he remembered back on Earth. This seemed more honest, more real. Giles reached over the crib and took Star’s hand. “Thank you.”
“It is I who should thank you.” She bent and kissed Gillian’s chubby cheek. “Sweet dreams, my angel,” she said, love evident in the softness of her expression.
Suddenly Giles wanted Star to look at him that way, not just with lust in her eyes but with true affection. He needed her to treat him not as an attractive alien who’d happened to sire her daughter when he fucked her, but a friend—like her eunuch Brendan. Giles wanted to be the part of Star’s life that she valued beyond all else.
It no longer mattered to him that she’d fucked a thousand men, Earthling and alien.
Giles felt the love in every room of the home she’d made for Gillian, and he realized the only thing of value she and her fellow Eastphalians had to trade for the gold they needed to survive was their beautiful women—the Pleasure Mistresses Earthlings decried as whores even as they took forbidden pleasures from them at every opportunity.
Star had done what she had to do. Now he must do his duty. If they were to forge a life together he’d have to get over his culture-imposed phobia, take Brendan as he sometimes liked to take his woman. Star loved the eunuch so he must love Brendan, too.
He could do it because he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything. Her work shamed him, but she’d never have to do again if she’d accept his protection—and he accepted the slave for his intended use.
When they came to rest in the main room of her cozy home, a crackling fire banishing the chill, Giles sank onto the plush stack of cushions where he’d played earlier with his daughter and pulled Star down beside him.
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“Do you want me to call Brendan?”
“Yes. He needs to feel he’s part of us.” Though Giles originally had recoiled at the idea of sharing his body with any male, eunuch or not, he found now that he didn’t mind so much. Star’s compassion for Brendan had impressed Giles, made him realize he could cast old prejudices aside and open his arms and mind to all kinds of love.
When Brendan came in the room Giles held out his arms and embraced the confused-looking slave. “Star is your Mistress, but I’m her Master. To me, that means we’re bound together. That I am honor-bound to pleasure both of you, strange as that would seem to people back on Earth.”
The look Star gave him warmed his heart. “Yes. From now on we will love each other. Give each other every possible pleasure. For the rest of our lives we will share a bed and our bodies. No holds barred.” He paused, then turned to Brendan. “Tonight I will fuck your ass while you pleasure our woman with your hands and tongue. My precious slave, lie back against the cushions so the eunuch may give you his love while I show him how a whole man’s cock will feel inside him.” Star’s eyes glistened with tears, but her expression broadcast happiness. “You love me, Master?”
“Yes. I will love your slave, too.” In the end it made no difference to Giles that he’d be throwing away all he’d worked for since being tapped as a teenager to train for the Star Command. Although he tried to summon regret for that, and for the fact that when he placed love over duty he could never go home again, it wouldn’t come. All that mattered now was Star, their child and their love. And Brendan, whom he knew he’d come to love because Star loved him.
Her skin felt like satin beneath his fingers when he unwrapped her from the bright-red jumpsuit. When the material brushed her nipples and made the little bells ring, she smiled, and he couldn’t resist nuzzling her naked breasts with his nose, making them chime again. “Happy solstice, sweetheart.”
“To you, too.”
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Gently, more gently than he’d ever touched a woman before, Giles traced the reflected firelight along Star’s jaw, her throat, down her voluptuous body to the tattooed garden on her mound. He fingered the numbers at its center. “I will have these numbers removed,” he said, bending to kiss the proof of her profession. “You will be only mine. And Brendan will be ours.”
The look on her face told him he’d made her happy. “Yes. Only yours.” He moved away so Brendan could lie between Star’s legs and do as Giles had instructed. Then he positioned himself behind Brendan and guided his erection to the slave’s tight hole. As he sank into the twice-forbidden paradise he grasped the slave’s limp cock and jacked it. Though Brendan remained limp, he moaned with apparent enjoyment while Giles thrust in and out of his asshole. Giles figured some part of him was fulfilling a long-held fantasy as he came quickly. When he did, Brendan shuddered as though in some way Giles’ orgasm triggered his own.
A short time later Giles wiped his cock with medicom and they switched places. As Brendan rimmed Giles’ ass with his tongue, Star locked her midnight gaze with Giles as he moved inside her in a carnal dance made more intense by the emotions that passed between them.
Though the physical actions were familiar, their mutual love was new. As he thrust into her wet heat over and over while Brendan finger-fucked his ass, he felt a warmth he’d never before experienced, a strong feeling that he’d come home. That he belonged here with Star and their eunuch slave.
“You are mine only. From this day on.”
Her sweet, almost innocent smile was the only answer he needed, the answer that triggered his need to claim her, not for a night but for a lifetime. Pressure built quickly in his balls and he felt his climax beginning.
He was coming. He couldn’t hold back. Not now. “Come for me,” he ground out, holding out from spilling his seed by sheer power of will. When her cunt convulsed around his cock, he let go, coming in short, steaming bursts deep into her womb.
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“Happy solstice, my darling Earthling,” Star whispered afterward. “To you, too, my precious slave.”
Giles felt truly happy for the first time since he’d realized the Federation rulers had stripped them of everything, even love. Star and Brendan had given that back to him.
He lacked the words to express exactly what he felt, so he settled for an old cliché.
“I love you. Both of you. Now and always.”
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About the Author
Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—
the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.
First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.
A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
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