Salvation for Three (4 page)

She was drifting in a haze of need lying surrounded by heat.

There was no pain only the scent of spices and fruit. She inhaled
deeply immersing herself in the dream.

Heavily muscled arms slid from behind her cupping her breasts
then rubbing her nipples, pulling slowly and releasing. The fingers
teased and tormented, then punished just to the end of pleasure and
start of pain. She groaned, pushing her breasts into the huge hands
and was rewarded with more strong pulls on her sensitized nubs.

A hot mouth began snaking its way down her body. It followed
another set of stroking fingers across her neck and down her chest,
the tongue swirling into her skin. Sparks traveled in its wake.

She whimpered at the loss of the pull on one nipple, but the greedy
mouth replaced it, clamping down on her breast, sucking hard.

Pleasure and need rolled over her, forcing her to rock her hips up.

The hands teased, tormented and pulled while the mouth was hard
and fierce on her breast. Flames were licking from her wet channel in
a direct line with that torturing mouth. Every pull was matched by a
pulsing in her weeping pussy. The hot mouth and hand worked her
breasts in sync with the agony between her legs.

Fingers slid against her thighs stroking and pushing them apart
where she clenched and rocked. She moaned, spreading her legs in a
silent plea for relief. She needed that touch inside her to stroke the
fire that raged.

Her breath choked as a calloused hand cupped her mound,
grinding against her. Losing control, she keened and jerked against
the pressure. "Please, please…" she begged the unseen lovers to stop

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the torment.

Teeth pulled on her nipple sharply in answer to her begging. Her
breast was released back to the massaging pulling hands. She focused
on the fading pain while licks and gentle bites were placed across the
curve of her stomach.

She tensed, waiting for descent into her curls, but instead, fingers
parted her lower lips, letting cream drip across her folds. A rumble
came from the anonymous mouth like the growl from a hungry
animal. Heat spiked through her brain at the sound of the desire.

Her breasts were released and legs pulled apart until she was
stretched to aching. Two sets of hands traced her thighs and sent long
thick fingers stroking through her folds.

Her brain flicked through the intense pleasure, telling her she was
being examined. The fire removed the thought when a tongue slid
down her mound and through her slit. She thrashed wildly at the
torture but was immediately held in place, pinned by her shoulder. A
warning growl against her thigh stilled her.

A long tongue slid into her heated slit, slowly lapping at the
dripping cream. She could hear satisfied groans from two voices and
feel the rumbles of satisfaction against her pussy.

"More." She whispered into air.

A growl against her mound from the unseen lover rippled through
her. The tongue rasped into her aching channel and began fucking
her with inhumanly deep strokes.

She clenched and cried out, clamping down with her body trying
to drive more into her pussy. Another mouth descended in answer to
her cries, pulling and sucking her clit with carnal force.

She was trembling, riding the wave of heat and need, the feeling
so intense she sobbed. Her sensitive nub was trapped and suckled and
long fingers then interspersed pulls with licks, pushing her toward the
edge of the roaring flame.

Two thick fingers replaced the tongue in her pussy in a deep push
driving her straight into the fire. She clenched and bucked while she
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spasmed, grinding hard against her unseen lovers’ hands and mouths.

She bucked and rode the wave down into a piercing climax. Her
muscles tightened and released, pleasure clawing at her. She moaned
and gasped, traveling into the descent, but the heat still rolled there,
her pussy still tightening around the fingers in need.

The mouth on her clit softened, the tongue gently stroking as she
shook, groaning and writhing. Her legs were pulled up, knees bent to
expose her completely and tilt her rounded ass into the air.

While the nibbling at her nub continued, the other hot mouth went
seeking the bud of her bottom hole.

She was too mindless from her first climax to realize the
destination. Everything was such a fulfillment of need that she
allowed the searching tongue to lick against her ass without thought.

It pressed and slid, tormenting her rosebud. Fingers stroked harder
inside her pussy redirecting her from the anal play.

The driving burn rose again as she lifted to work herself against
the punishing mouths and fingers. Her clit was sucked against teeth
scraping gently, bringing a jolt that clenched her from both pussy and
ass.

A welcome, piercing finger slid into her bottom and probed while
fingers pushed her dripping cream down the crevice to ease the burn.

The mouth on her pussy and the fingers stroking into her ass
developed a steady sensual rhythm. She began to rock, welcoming the
fullness, moaning out her need. A wave of tension boiled up from her
belly rippling across her brain. She was back on the edge of the fire
grasping for release.

As if sensing her agony, the pace increased, fingers pushing hard
into her and stoking the flame. The torment continued without pause.

The fire in her veins surged forward and she sobbed as tremors
shook her. Her climax expanded, blistering her mind with pleasure as
the release traveled over her. She fell into the abyss of pleasure,
clenching and moaning until oblivion overtook her.

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* * * *

Keer awoke in a bed lined with soft pelts of fabric. In a haze of sleepiness, she moved against the plushness of the blankets and felt heat flare between her legs. Her thighs were sticky with her own cream. She groaned inwardly and pushed her hips down into the bed.

She'd never had a dream or vision of such intense satisfaction before.

But still, the heat of her dream hadn't stopped the peak. She could still feel the creeping warmth between her legs.

She arched like a cat, pushing hard and bunching the furs against her sex. The fire grew, and she ground hard, dampness leaking her scent onto the bed.

Her attempt to bring her hand down to relieve the driving need in her sex snapped her into complete consciousness. She was splinted and could not move her fingers. All thoughts of the dreaming aside, she came completely awake.

She tried to leap from the bed only to be assaulted by a blinding pain in her head and in her arm. She fell back onto the bedding gasping and waited for the pain to ebb, then eyed her bandaged arm and moved tentatively. She was healing. There was no doubt, but her head felt like a war drum.

Keer surveyed her surroundings. The room was large and dimly lit. Red stone made the walls almost cavern-like. The subter, she thought. She must be below the Endlands Colony. On one wall, a huge open fire filled the chamber with warmth lending to the cave-like appearance. Yet across the room, the doorway consisted of a solid skin of metal as shiny as the newest freights flying out of Etah.

The covers she lay tangled in were a mix of sueded leathers in soft greens and blues. She touched one with her still-operable arm and realized she wore no skinsuit. The hunters had stripped her. Gods knew where her clothing lay. She pushed herself up slowly with her working arm, pulling a blanket around her, the piercing heat set temporarily aside.

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"Hunter's balls, already as naked as a breeder," she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Your skin suit is beyond repair, woman." Keer's head shot up and she ignored the blast of pain at the sound of the deep male voice. The blond giant appeared in the doorway, frowning at her. "You are no breeder. We do not imprison our females against their will in the subter colony."

"Then return my suit or give me another,
hunter
," Keer spat at him. She pulled the blankets around her, attempting to hide her skin that burned under the blond giant's gaze. He was taller than she remembered and filled the doorway like a Neld warrior.

She wondered if he were human. His skin glowed as if ripples of heat lay under the surface. His jaw was too square to be considered attractive, and his features too sharp, but his body was pure art.

Heavily muscled, yet he bore scars.

The hunter wore a jumpskin of sorts. More of a tight skinned legging and open tunic than a traditional space uniform. His upper skins revealed most of his well-sculpted chest and his arm, bigger around than one of her legs, had the metal circlet she had seen in her vision. He was, if possible, larger, more impressive, and more intently masculine than any alien or human she had ever encountered.

"Clothing will be brought to you when you are well, mate. You will eat now. You have slept many hours." The voice was deep but gentle, contradicting his appearance.

"What are you serving? Beetle stew?" Keer hurled the insult, trying to find dislike in her for the hunter. He laughed then, showing a blinding smile and wealth of straight white teeth.

"I can arrange a beetle stew if that is what you prefer, but we thought a steak would be more your choice, small bondhunter."

Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know who I am?" Keer's gaze held him. How much
did
he know of her? If he knew of her mother he might suspect her background. That would be deadly.

Dreams of two men helping her heal sexually were one thing, but

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them knowing of her fertility was a waking nightmare.

* * * *

Tirin saw her close regard. He could smell the fear in her, mixed with sexual tension. "The freighter log survived the crash, though you left nothing of the freighter." Why would his own mate fear him?

"Say nothing, Tirin. She does not know we are, the two that will
complete her."
Cian's thoughts reached him, startling him as the canteen bot entered the quarters with the steaming meal. He could feel Cian's approach and kept his silence. Better to let Cian explain this turn.

Tirin moved toward the recessed dressing area and retrieved his own dressing gown of the soft suede, picking a green that would match Keer's eyes. Then he approached the bed. "Please let me assist you. I will not molest you." He demonstrated by holding out the robe for Keer to step in and dropping his gaze to the stone floor.

She eyed him suspiciously, then roused and pulled the blanket tighter. She stumbled in an attempt to navigate into the robe and watch him at the same time. Tirin remained stoic, unmoving. Finally she dropped the cover and pushed her good arm into the fur he held in front of her.

Tirin thought his own restraint admirable as he pulled the fabric across the shoulders of the slight woman, his hand grazing her skin.

The mating scent of Devorian pears assaulted his senses. He inhaled sharply and was promptly dealt a blow by the sharp elbow of the woman who stood before him. Tirin grunted and ignored the discomfort, but continued swathing her in his own dressing skins.

She was watching him closely. Tirin kept his eyes downcast but his jaw clenched. No normal hunter could have withstood that nudge with her metal arm. He suspected it cost her dearly to shove up and against him with the injuries she sustained. The woman's eyes began to fog with pain. Tirin reached for her as her knees buckled. "I gave
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my word, little hunter. Sheath your weapons, whether it be enhanced limbs or the weapons nature gave you."

He raised the amber eyes to her chest, blazing a path with a look.

Tirin watched as her nipples came to life, hardening at the path of his gaze. He could smell her cream, her thighs clenched as she tried to stay upright. While he and Cian had come to her in her unconscious state and soothed her torture, their own cocks waited to drive into her.

He willed himself not to see the inches of pale skin so fragrant to him, and fought with his senses against the heat that radiated from the still warm bedcovers. She was within his reach, finally, after so many moon turns of waiting and watching. The body he was holding was curved and sweet, and it was no mental mirage.

"You are weak, Keer, you must eat."

"I don't want food you idiot, I want you to pound into me until I
weep."
Their eyes locked. A slow steady smile crept across Tirin's face. She projected her thoughts so strongly he had grasped them without the mating triad.

He pulled her tighter against his chest and lowered his head until they were nose to nose. "Do not call me idiot, Keer Teho, or I will show you well my skills at making you weep. I'll slide my tongue into you and lick the cream from between your legs until I've had enough.

Then I will start over, sucking the pleasure from you until you beg, again and again for surcease. I'll fill you until you think you will split apart and then you'll ride me while my commander feeds you his cock and your mouth drips with hot seed. This will be no dream or vision, Keer Teho. It will be a true mating. Idiot, I am
not
unless it's in waiting for you to heal."

"Tirin."
It was a one word reminder pathed to him sharply by his commander. Cian was not present, but the mental path lay open. He could not taste of their mate before the bonding.

"It begins again. Lieutenant I am on my way."
The echo of Cian's thoughts reflected his urgency.

The commander approached from some distance at the other end

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of the subter compound. It had cost him greatly to leave Keer's side, Tirin knew. Duty had called Cian to report on the freighter crash. He left Tirin to guard their mate until the politics of lost freighters disposed of in the Endlands desert could be seen to.

"I wait for you, commander. As she does. Giving her pleasure
while she slept has not fulfilled her needs. I find I can keep her busy
until you arrive."
Tirin let a laugh creep into his thoughts. He rubbed his nose against Keers who still stared up at him, holding her breath, then he inhaled the fragrance of her skin and sent the mental image to Cian.
"Our mate needs the comfort only we can give her."

Tirin could see the fury mounting in the hot little Terran cat's eyes. After melting her blood with his picture of her riding him in more ways than any sexbot, he was rubbing noses with her. Evidently, she was not amused. Keer turned her head and sank her teeth into Tirin's exposed shoulder.

"Do not draw blood, little hunter, or I will, be sure, bite you as well." She pulled back and looked up at him. "And when I bite you, you will scream." Tirin hissed mentally as he pushed his bots to squelch the sexual heat, unaware that Keer had seen the flash of pain in his eyes.