Raines, Elizabeth - Marooned [Wicked Missions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

The thin wraparound dress she’d worn under the robe seemed too thick a barrier. Thankfully, Matt came over to help her untie the ribbon holding it together. Her hands were trembling, making it hard for her to unfasten herself. Her desire was suddenly running so hot and so deep, she couldn’t seem to calm down.

Drake dropped his robe over hers, looking very handsome in his white tunic and tan pants. But she knew he’d look even better once they were both gone. Matt peeled the dress from her body while she reached for Drake’s waistband. If their clothes weren’t removed soon, she’d be ripping them off.

She shoved his pants over his hips, and he yanked his tunic over his head. The sight of his cock standing firm made her lick her lips just as Matt took her hand and led it to his own erection.

“Take me to bed,” she purred before she stroked Matt and wrapped her fingers around Drake’s engorged cock.

“Anything our wife wants,” Drake said with a chuckle that turned to a groan when she stroked him from crown to root and then reached between his legs to cup his soft sac.

She continued to caress him, leaning down and swiping her tongue over the head of Matt’s cock, licking away the drop of fluid leaking from the slit. She savored his hissing breath as she released them both. Walking over to the table, she picked up a small bottle and said, “Come to me, my husbands. I must anoint you before we love each other as joined spouses.”

Dribbling the fragrant ceremonial oil onto her fingertips, she smiled as Matt and Drake stood in front of her, their hard cocks bobbing. So succulent. So virile. So intoxicating.

And now, they were hers forever…

Betinsa smeared the oil over their penises, massaging and caressing every ridge, every vein, until they were both slick. She wiped away the rest of the oil from her hands by running her palms down their chests. Then she sauntered to the bed. With a crook of her finger, she invited them to join her.

Matt tried to take her into his arms. She sidestepped him. “Lie down,
saramie
,” she said, nodding at the mattress.

He obeyed with a saucy grin, flopping down on his back, his legs dangling over the side. “I want you, Tinsa.”

Crawling over him, she settled herself to straddle his hips, rubbing her pussy against his wet, hot cock. “I want you too,
saramie
.”

Without any warning, she grabbed his shaft and lowered herself onto him, letting him fill her completely. His surprised gasp was followed by a salacious growl. Reaching up to her, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged to try to draw her closer.

Before she bent forward to give Matt the kiss she knew he wanted, she glanced over her shoulder at Drake. “You know what to do now,
lamanna
.” She pressed her lips to Matt’s, sliding her tongue into his mouth and moaning when she heard Drake move away. She realized he’d gone back to fetch the bottle of oil when his slippery hands settled on her buttocks.

Running his palms over her backside, he seemed to think he had all the time in the world. She growled her impatience. Didn’t he realize how much she needed both of them inside her? Tearing away from Matt’s delicious kiss, she tried not to shout. “Now,
lamanna
!”

A long finger slid inside her, quickly joined by a second. “You’re sure you’re ready?”

The loving concern in his voice made her heart swell with love. “I’m ready. Please, Drake.”

The head of his cock pushed against her entrance as he moved forward slowly, easing in, out, and back in until he slid past the ring of tight muscles. A few more gentle thrusts, and he was imbedded inside her.

Her men made love to her, finding a rhythm that seemed to satisfy them all, and three people moved as one—joined in love and respect. All too soon, Betinsa’s body screamed for release. She tried to hold back, wanting this moment to last forever, but the feel of two cocks became too much. Pulling her mouth away from Matt’s, she panted as the muscles deep inside her core began to clench around her lovers. With a shout of joy, she gave in to the orgasm, marveling at the way her body seemed to want to milk their essences and hold them deep inside her.

Drake’s shout of release blended with hers, and his warmth flooded her. Matt thrust a few more times before he sucked in a deep breath and then let out a gasp, his semen bathing her womb.

Sanity was slow in returning, and by the time Betinsa’s thoughts cleared, the men had somehow moved her to the middle of the bed and were lying at her sides. Each man faced her, and they seemed to need to keep touching her, putting their hands on her arm or her abdomen. Although sated and content, she knew there were things that needed to be said. Brushing Drake’s long hair over his shoulder, she smiled before turning to Matt and running a finger along the strong line of his jaw. “We should talk about your jobs.”

“What’s to talk about?” Matt said, laying his palm on her stomach and throwing a heavy thigh over hers. “We go back to work at E.B.I. Drake goes back to being an ambassador.”

She frowned. “Our bosses won’t like that we’ve married. They may not wish us to be partners now.”

“True. But if they give us a hard time, we file a discrimination claim and make their lives a living hell.” His grin was like a balm, soothing away her worries. “We’ll work it out. Somehow. Besides, we keep having this much sex, you’re gonna be pregnant before we know it.” He leaned up to grin at Drake. “Did you think about that?”

Drake shrugged as he tickled a finger down her arm, raising gooseflesh in his wake. “Not like we had birth control when we were marooned. We have a baby, great. I always thought I’d be a great dad. And Betinsa would be a helluva mother.”

“A baby… I hadn’t considered… So you wouldn’t be angry?” She looked at Matt first and then Drake.

“We’ll just take things as they come,” Matt replied.

“One day at a time,
lamanna
,” Drake added.

Turning her head, she frowned at Drake, fearing his job would be the one most at risk because of their marriage. “What will happen to your ambassadorship?”

“I wouldn’t be the first ambassador who married a non-human. Perhaps the U.C. officials will view this as a chance to open up better relations between Earth and Fraiqua. Seems like I’d be the perfect guy for the task, being as I’ve had so much...up close and personal involvement with so many of their rituals.” He kissed her cheek and pressed his body closer. “That happens, we can come back and visit your family more often. You do want to live on Earth though, right?”

“I go where you two go. We make our home together. I’m content with Earth, so long as you’re both with me.”

“Earth it is,” Matt said. “And just as soon as we get back, I’m buying you a ring.”

“As am I,” Drake added. “We want everyone to know you’re ours. Two wedding rings should do the trick.”

Betinsa smiled, feeling a happiness that reached all the way to her soul. “All someone would have to do is see me with my husbands. Then he would know my heart is spoken for.”

THE END

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