Raines, Elizabeth - Marooned [Wicked Missions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Since Matt’s cock was already at attention from the feel of Betinsa in his arms, he didn’t need any encouragement to follow through on Hannah’s suggestion. All night, he’d lessened horrible thoughts of Dracorians by imagining what he wanted to do to Betinsa, fantasizing about touching her again, remembering the feel of her squeezing him tight as he made love to her.

But the attraction wasn’t just sexual, not like it had been with other women. Everything about her reached him on such a deep level, he wasn’t sure love was even the proper word to describe it. And he did love her. Hell, he’d loved her for the longest time. Probably from the moment he’d seen the first smile on her exotic face. Now that she’d taken him as her lover—as her
mate
—he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Leave her here, alone on Katenya?
Never!

Drake hadn’t said as much, but Matt knew the ambassador felt the same. How in the fuck the three of them could manage to pull off a relationship was beyond him at that moment. Maybe they could go someplace like Remiza to get married—that planet allowed unions among multiple partners. Or so a friend of his told him before she headed there to marry two men she’d fallen for while quarantined with both of them on Earth’s moon. Until Matt had seen the three of them together, he never would have believed a relationship like that could work. Just watching the tender and loving way those two men treated their shared woman gave him hope that he, Betinsa, and Drake could really make what they shared permanent.

Pledging themselves to each other on Betinsa’s home planet probably wasn’t an option. He wasn’t sure any Fraiquan official would marry human males to one of their women. The ramifications of how the three of them being married would affect Matt and Betinsa’s standing with the Earth Bureau of Investigation or Drake’s job as ambassador wouldn’t even register yet. No, they’d handle those problems as they popped up and not let fear keep them from making this a permanent union. Truth was, however, that all of their careers could be in jeopardy.

None of that mattered. Betinsa Nungio belonged to him and to Drake Keller. They would make it work.
Somehow
.

Matt leaned in to press a kiss to Betinsa’s lips. She hummed as she awakened, looking like Sleeping Beauty blinking herself back to the world of the living. As she smiled up at him, his breath caught. She was so beautiful. His heart skipped a quick beat and then started slamming in his chest. Desire welled up, making his cock jerk as all he could think of was being inside her again. “Tinsa…”

“Matt…”

Grabbing her shoulder, he rolled her toward him, letting a still-sleeping Drake’s arm and leg fall away. Matt captured her mouth for a long, searing kiss. Her tongue slid between his lips, and he grasped it gently with his teeth before sucking it deeper into his mouth. A sexy growl rose from her as she ground her hips against his swollen dick, making his balls tight and heavy.

He continued to kiss her, drawing her closer, wanting to feel her soft skin and breathe in her flowery scent. His hands peeled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her shorts quickly followed, as did Matt’s clothing.

Betinsa’s skin was like hot silk beneath his fingertips. No woman had ever felt so perfect. Her breasts fit his palms as if they were made for him. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he kissed her slender neck, tracing his tongue and lips across her collarbone and lower until he pulled a puckered nipple into his mouth. The hard nub tasted so sweet, and as she arched against him, he shifted to her other breast, laving it with his tongue and enjoying how she cried out and clutched at his head as if to hold him closer.

Matt reached between her thighs, spreading them as he reverently stroked her pussy. So hot, so moist, as if her body was begging for him to come to her. His finger found her clitoris, and he caressed the swelling nub, rubbing gently and listening to each of her gasps as if they were notes to a love song. She held nothing back, and by giving so much of herself, she freed Matt to give her everything he had. Stretching a finger deep inside her tight sheath, he stroked her sweet spot, trying to hold on to his fragile self-control so that he could bring her as much pleasure as she was bringing him.

“Matt, please,” she whispered in a throaty voice before she pressed her lips to his neck, licking the small wounds her fangs had left on his flesh. Bliss shot straight to his cock, forcing fluid to leak from the tip. Her hand grasped him, her thumb smearing his juice around and around the sensitive crown. “Please,
saramie
… Come to me now.”

He needed to be inside her as badly as she seemed to want him there. His passion for her ran through his blood, pouring through each vein like molten lava, fueling his desire. Grabbing her hips, he forced her on top of him, rubbing his stiff dick against her core. “Take me inside you, Tinsa. Show me how much you want me.”

Holding his shaft, she guided him to her entrance and then thrust down to impale herself on him. Matt groaned at her encasing him, squeezing him tight, and surrounding him in her dewy heat.

Betinsa knew she’d never tire of feeling Matt buried in her body. His thick cock stretched her, making her feel so wonderfully full, and her heart near to shattered at knowing they were now as close as any two creatures could be.

“Ride me, Tinsa.” His hands caressed her hips before his pelvis thrust up hard, forcing a moan from her lips.

And ride him she did. Arching back, she braced her hands against his strong legs and bucked, driving him deep inside her again and again. His palms covered her breasts as he growled his approval.

The peak came quickly, starting as a tight knot deep inside her and then spreading like tendrils through her body until she couldn’t take it a moment longer. Lights appeared, flashing through her thoughts as her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her body clasped him deep inside when her release blasted through her. Matt must have felt her orgasm because his fingers dug into her skin as he drove into her and shouted her name, the sound echoing through the forest.

“Damn, that was hot,” Drake said from where he lay on his side, watching them and stroking his cock. Beads of moisture glistened on the surface of the purple head. “Almost as hot as fucking you myself,
lamanna
.”

Betinsa hadn’t known he was watching, but his words hit her gut like a ball of fire. Loving Matt was wonderful, but she needed Drake, too. Tears stung her eyes when she thought about life without them, because should her mates leave her—
either
of her mates—her heart would be broken forever. But how in the universe could she hold on to both of them? How could she convince them that the three of them could make a life together?

She was being impractical and selfish, imagining a future that might never be. The Charhock. The Dracorians. Her own culture. They all conspired against them. Should they find a way to be together, it would defeat almost insurmountable odds. She could never ask them to stay at the cost of their careers, nor would she beg them to be with her should they not wish to stay.

So for now, she intended to take greedy advantage of every moment she had left with them. “
Lamanna
… Come to me.”

Drake’s hands reached under her arms, pulling her off a sated and relaxed Matt, who helped lift her from him with a smile. Drake dragged her closer before flipping her to press her back against the blanket. “I’ll have to remember to thank Hannah for her consideration in leaving.” His grin highlighted the handsome dimple in his left cheek.

“Ever the diplomat.” The teasing ended when his mouth covered hers, his tongue sweeping inside in blatant possession. Matt was always a giving lover, Drake a forceful one. Blanketing her body with his, Drake wedged a knee between her thighs to force them open. She gladly obliged and gasped against his mouth when he settled himself between her legs. His enormous cock pressed against her sex, tempting her when she was past that point already. Didn’t he know how much she needed him to take her now?

“God, Betinsa…” he whispered. “I wanna go slow but…” He rubbed against her again, the crown of his shaft pressing against her entrance.

“I don’t wish you to go slow. Take me now, Drake. Please.”

And he did, thrusting inside her as she shouted in pleasure, as if her orgasm with Matt had never truly ended. Her nerves were sensitized, and as Drake slowly pulled out, she wrapped her legs around his hips, fearing he was leaving her. He didn’t. Instead, he slammed back inside her, dropping his head to tuck it against her neck. His sweet breath raced over her skin, caressing the bite mark where he’d claimed her. Desire licked her skin like flames, and she drove her pelvis hard into his. Using the crude words of his language, she let him know what she wanted. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Drake.”

He groaned before increasing his rhythm, pounding into her again and again as she welcomed the strong and powerful way he took her. A cry rose from her chest, rising to a shout when her body again found the pinnacle she craved. Her release was fierce, brutal in intensity, and so loving she could only cling to Drake as the pleasure raced over her.

His teeth scraped her skin as he pushed into her and groaned, his scorching essence pouring into her in short bursts. Betinsa pressed her lips to his shoulder, swiping the sweaty skin with her tongue to taste the saltiness.

A long time passed before her heart stopped slamming in her chest, and she surreptitiously sniffed to enjoy the smell that loving her mates had spread through the air around them. Nothing had ever seemed so right as to know that what the three of them shared belonged to this special place, that they’d left their essences behind to be forever a part of Katenya.

After Drake rolled away, he gathered her in his arms. Matt slid over and set his palms against her backside. She let her love for them comfort her for a few moments before the troubling thoughts took hold.

“Now,” Betinsa finally said. “We must decide how we can save Fraiqua from the Dracorians.”

* * * *

Betinsa waved at Hannah. Her friend was standing near one wing of her ship, clearly working on some adjustment. “Hannah!”

“Indigo!” Hannah tossed her silver tool back into a small box. “I see you brought your guys with you. I’m sure they’ll come in handy.” She turned toward the hatch of her ship. “Hey, Linc! Come on out and meet everyone.”

Betinsa watched her men, waiting until Lincoln came waddling down the ramp leading from Hannah’s ship, the
Fearless
. The short, furry, honey-colored bear who stood a bit over a meter tall stopped at the bottom of the ramp, probably because he saw her and her men. His pink lips dipped into a frown.

“Hello, Linc. I’ve missed you,” she said, motioning for him to come closer and waiting for Matt and Drake to make the same mistake most people made when they saw their first Odiran. Perhaps Drake had some hope not to step into the trap. He was, after all, an ambassador who shouldn’t be surprised at how different other species could be.

She was wrong.

Just as soon as Lincoln stood in front of them, Drake bent down and patted the weathered baseball cap on the alien’s head. “Oh, my God,” he said, his voice softening as if speaking to a child. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever!”

“Fuck off,” Lincoln replied before growling and smacking Drake’s hand away.

Betinsa swallowed a laugh, not wanting to hurt Lincoln’s feelings but still amused that no matter who it was that saw him, everyone thought Lincoln was some kind of live teddy bear. Probably because he looked so much like one.

She’d known the Odiran since Hannah had saved him from alien poachers who treated that planet like their own personal hunting ground. After the poachers killed Lincoln’s parents, Hannah captured them and sold the three Dracorians for a bounty to the Odiran government. Lincoln had refused to leave her side, so when she left the planet, the cub went with her. They’d been inseparable ever since.

“Fuck off?” Drake seemed shocked to hear the crude language from such a cuddly looking creature. “I’m…sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have… Please, let me start again. My name’s Drake Keller. I serve as an ambassador for the United Continents of Earth.”

“Fuckin’ diplomat,” Lincoln replied with another growl. “Pussy. My dick’s probably longer than yours.” He shifted his large amber eyes to Matt. “What’s your story, asswipe?”

“Linc!” Betinsa scolded, although the giggle in her voice softened the censure. “You’ve taken on too many of Hannah’s bad habits. Such language…”

“I’m an agent with the Earth Bureau of Investigation,” Matt replied, showing a lot more aplomb than Drake had. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lincoln.”

The bear shook his head. “Just Lincoln. Linc if you’re my friend, which you’re not since you’re nothing but a damn government snoop.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you.” Drake offered his hand.