Raines, Elizabeth - Marooned [Wicked Missions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“And you remembered it?”

“Matt remembers everything he sees and hears,” Betinsa replied. “He has an eidetic memory.”

“Must come in handy for an E.B.I. agent,” Drake replied.

Matt tossed him a curt nod before focusing on the rocks. “Let me see if anything scary’s calling this place home.” He turned his body sideways to try to fit through the stones. After a lot of wiggling, he suddenly slipped inside. A few long moments passed before a hand came back through and waved them both in.

Drake waited for Betinsa to squirm her way through, then he pressed himself tight against the stones and worked his way between them as another roar and a flurry of what sounded like a large pair of wings echoed through the forest.

The interior of the cave was engulfed in darkness. About to ask if either of his companions remembered to grab a light, Drake was interrupted by another loud roar, this time near enough he figured the Charhock had to be close to their tree platform. He almost asked Betinsa to explain what the thing was when a soft hand covered his mouth as if she’d known he was going to speak. He nodded to let her know he understood that she wanted quiet.

Time seemed to stand still as all that he could hear was his companions’ rapid breathing, his own breath just as ragged from fear. Betinsa’s hand had dropped to grasp his, and somehow Drake knew that Matt was holding tight to her other hand. If the three of them were this close already, what would happen if they spent more and more time together?

Minutes passed, even though he felt as if each and every one stretched the limits of his usually long patience. Finally, Betinsa spoke. “It has left. For now.”

“Can we go back out?” Matt asked in the darkness.

“Yes. I’m going to the
Mirhala
to fetch some soap and towels, then I shall search for some water. I would like to bathe.”

Drake eased toward the thin shaft of light coming from between the two rock walls. “Sounds like a plan. Can I join you?”

Matt chuckled, as Drake struggled back out of the cave. “How about we make it a threesome? I saw a lake not too far from here.”

* * * *

Just seeing the
Mirhala
again made tears brim Betinsa’s eyes. She swallowed hard and pushed the melancholy aside. Her beautiful ship was now nothing more than a pile of twisted metal, but it could still serve a purpose.

She’d vowed that Matt and Drake would not stay on Katenya. That meant she would face death at the hands of her family to restore their name or at the will of the Charhock as punishment. But to save her mates, to restore the lives of service to Earth that they loved, she’d sacrifice herself.

Now, she needed a few moments alone in the
Mirhala
to enact her plan.

Turning to her mates at the entrance of her shattered ship, she gave them a coy smile. “I’ll find the supplies we need. Would you two please return to our…tree house, as you call it…and retrieve some clean clothing? After we bathe, I’ll wash out what we’re wearing so we can hang it to dry.”

“Or we could just stay naked all day,” Matt retorted with a handsome grin.

Betinsa’s body leapt to life as her heart’s rhythm increased. While it was a tempting thought, and she felt no shame baring her body to Drake and Matt,
that
plan didn’t suit
her
plan. “If rescue should come, we would be embarrassed…”

“Thought you said no one would come here for us,” Drake replied, his dark eyes searching hers as if seeking her veracity.

“Um…I said that I
believed
no one would come. We don’t know that for a fact. They may not come for me…I’m a mere Fraiquan. But an Earth ambassador? Surely someone will notice your absence. Do you wish to be discovered naked with Matt and me?”

His face blanched. “I’ll go get our clothes.”

Matt stood his ground, not that she was surprised. Her partner knew her well enough, he had to suspect she was trying to create a diversion.

“Please,
saramie.
I need a moment alone.”

“I should ask why.”

“Not if you trust me.”

He frowned. “Promise me one thing…”

She arched an eyebrow in question.

“You’re not doing something stupid like thinking of going after the Charhock on your own.”

So that was the way of it. He was worried about her safety. “No. Nothing like that. I just need a few moments to myself—to gather my thoughts. Much has happened, and I must create some peace in my mind.” A blatant lie, but for his own good.

With a nod, Matt headed back toward their new “home.”

Betinsa swallowed her hurt over seeing her dilapidated ship and crawled inside what was left of the cockpit. The copilot’s seat was still intact, but her pilot’s chair was in two pieces. Taking a seat where she’d seldom put herself before, she looked through the shattered windshield. Sighing, she realized the
Mirhala
was beyond repair.

Fingers flying over the com they hadn’t destroyed to use the wiring, she tried to bring the communications console back from the dead. She used every trick she knew to no avail. In one last-ditch effort, she rerouted power from what was left of life support and the module sputtered to life. Fearing that checking her pending hails would drain what little life the console had left, she focused on sending her vital message.

I am calling in the favor. Please find a way to come to me on Katenya.

Chapter 5

The lake Matt led them to seemed to be more of a pond, but Betinsa didn’t mind. Water flowed down an eroded wall of tan stones into a crystal clear pool surrounded by soft grass. The smell of flowers in bloom permeated the air. Katenya was truly a paradise. All she wanted to do was scrub every inch of her body and hair and immerse herself in the beckoning water.

“Think it’s cold?” Drake asked as he set down the small bottle of shampoo and dropped the stack of towels.

“The air’s pretty tropical,” Matt replied. “Bet the water feels great.” He whipped his shirt over his head, toed off his shoes, and dropped his shorts.

Betinsa’s mouth went dry. The man obviously had no qualms about his nudity, which was a bonus for her because she could never tire of staring at his gorgeous body. Broad shoulders. Strong arms. His abdominal muscles were nicely rippled. The thatch of brown hair on his chest narrowed to a thin line that fanned out to nestle a cock that seemed to harden under her gaze, growing stiff and thick. Her eyes quickly returned to his face to find an arrogant grin that said he knew she’d been admiring him.

As she peeled off her own shirt, she caught a glimpse of a now-nude Drake standing on the edge of the pond and dipping his big toe into the water. Tall and lean, he moved with the sleekness of a cat, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he pulled his foot back and smiled. Betinsa returned the smile, pushing her shorts over her hips and dropping them to the ground. If her mates could stand before her bold and naked, she would bestow them the same honor. Drawing to her full height, she turned to face Matt and Drake.

Matt moved first, running to her side and sweeping her into his arms. His mouth dropped to cover her lips, and she moaned when he thrust his tongue inside to rub against hers. Another smug grin crossed his face as he pulled back and held her away from his body. It only took a moment for her to realize he was hip-deep in the pool and was dangling her over the water. Instead of squealing in fear, Betinsa returned his grin, daring him to drop her and knowing he would see it as a challenge.

A splash sounded beside her as Drake bounded into the water. Only a few moments later, wet hands wrapped around her waist and dragged her from Matt’s arms deep into the pool. Drake’s face smiled at her through the clear water as Matt dove in beside her and settled his hands against her backside.

So her mates wanted to play…

Betinsa surfaced, took in a big gulp of air and dove deep beneath the water until Matt’s cock bobbed in front of her eyes. Opening her lips, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and around the swollen crown. One hand held him still as she savored him, the other slipped between his thighs to squeeze his soft sac. The two firm testicles fascinated her, so she ran her fingers over and over his skin to learn their shape as she marveled at how solid they were beneath such supple skin.

His hands shot out to tangle in her hair as it floated all around her, blocking her vision like some kind of seaweed. She wished she could sweep it back out of her way so she could see Matt as she loved him, but she was too busy trying to bring him pleasure, wanting his needs to take precedence over her own selfish wants. Pulling back, she slowly dragged her teeth over the purple head of his cock, savoring how he tugged on her hair in response. She traced the ridges of the mushroom shape with her tongue, fascinated by her mate’s body. The textures, the taste, the feel of his skin against her tongue and her fingertips.

Since she could stay underwater for several minutes without taking another breath, Betinsa used that skill to her advantage, sliding Matt’s shaft in and out of her mouth as she squeezed his scrotum until a sudden distraction turned her attention.

Drake was also below the surface again, and he’d grasped her hip with one hand and slipped the other between her thighs. Clever fingers separated her lips to find her clitoris before he proceeded to slowly torture her with friction and sharp flicks. She released Matt as he used his strong legs to kick his way up, probably to get air. As long as Drake kept doing what he was doing, Betinsa wasn’t sure she’d want him to stop even if her lungs burned for want of a breath.

Her vision cleared as hands began to separate the strands of hair floating in front of her face until Matt appeared before her eyes. He reached under her arms and dragged her forward until his mouth covered one of her breasts, drawing the nipple deep inside, sending tingles racing all the way to her toes. The muscles of her lower abdomen tightened in a familiar twist that suddenly pushed the rest of the air from her lungs, forcing her to reluctantly surface.

Her mates came with her, all three of them gulping in air as if they’d been starved for it. “I think…” Matt said between gasps, “that if we…don’t want to drown…we better move this on land.” His hand clasped hers as he floated on his back, kicking his legs as he headed for the edge of the pond.

He climbed onto the grass first, pulling Betinsa along with him. Drake followed close behind, grabbing her hips when they both stood on solid ground and pulling her backside hard against his swollen cock. “Me first, this time,” he whispered in her ear before his tongue swirled deep inside to tickle and excite her. She tried not to giggle as she leaned her head toward him to get more of his delicious teasing.

Before she could respond, Matt dropped to his knees in front of her. “You can fuck her first—just as soon as I have some fun.” He looked up into her eyes. “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like since the moment we met.” His hand slipped between her thighs, forcing them farther apart. He pressed a kiss against the curls on her mound before he separated her folds with his fingers and impaled her with his tongue.

Pleasure shot through Betinsa, making her moan and arch back against Drake at the same time she turned her head to see him. Her hands stretched up to reach behind to bring him down to her. His hands covered her breasts, rubbing and kneading gently as he nibbled on the tender flesh of her lips before capturing her mouth for a proper kiss. A rush of heat flooded her core as she hoped Matt wouldn’t be shocked by the fluid her body released in desire for her mates.

From the way he reacted, she knew he didn’t mind. His tongue lapped at her as he hummed like a child savoring a sweet piece of candy. When he pulled her clitoris deep into his mouth, using suction to torment her, Betinsa lost her fight for control. Breaking away from Drake’s kiss, she brought her arms back in front of her to weave her fingers through Matt’s short hair. Her body clenched before snapping like a tightened spring suddenly released.
“Saramie!”
she shouted, bucking against his mouth as he kept forcing his tongue deep inside her. Between Matt’s hands on her hips and Drake’s on her breasts, she could barely move, only quiver against the sensations ripping through her as spasm after spasm of pleasure shook her body.

By the time she recovered from the tantalizing orgasm, Betinsa found herself lying on top of Drake as he reclined on a towel spread over the soft grass. His cock pressed hard against her pussy as he rocked his hips up. Desire resurrected at light speed, and she nodded, somehow knowing he was waiting for her approval.

He surged up inside her with one powerful thrust, and she sat up, spreading her thighs wider to take him as deeply into her body as she could. Matt’s hands settled on her shoulders as Drake stilled, looking past her to nod at Matt.