Decorated Alphan warriors Mateen and Bynton are on a clandestine mission to one of Earth’s refugee camps, in search of the one woman who might complete their bond. Tempering their instincts to capture and hold, both men realize they must court their chosen woman to win her trust.
Avanelle Rein is merely trying to survive in the chaos of a dying society. The last thing she expects is rescue at the hands of golden-skinned alien men. Despite her attraction to them, she fears their warrior ferocity.
Facing danger from Xyran raiders draws the three together as they explore their new relationship and one another. An unexpected challenge during an ancient claiming right forces Avanelle, Bynton, and Mateen to decide if their bond is strong enough to survive.
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“Do you find me unattractive because I’m not human?”
“I don’t know. I’ve only just seen you for the first time today.” She didn’t want to insult him and was in fact, quite confused in her thinking. She blamed the ample meal and the ever so slight caresses he was giving her. She was too soft and warm to keep up a barrier between her thoughts and her mouth.
“Illumination increase twenty percent.” Mateen barked out an order, and she jumped again. Suddenly she could see him, seated on the bed next to her, his face a few centimeters from hers. A handsome face, somehow the golden shade of his skin didn’t strike her as odd anymore, and his bronze eyes were as mesmerizing as a cat’s. At least, as she imagined a cat’s would be. His horns were barely noticeable, and in all honesty, she was now more intrigued by them than repelled. He watched her for a moment.
“Our anatomy is nearly identical, and our DNA is compatible. I believe both Bynton and I are adequately symmetrical to indicate our vitality and genetic viability.”
“Yes, you seem healthy,” Avanelle breathed this out, completely confused by his statements. They were quite clearly discussing the potential for fucking, but in the strangest, most clinical way she could imagine. Where was the grabbing and growling she’d anticipated? Men wanted to take and dominate, to pretend they had some control over a chaotic world.
“Perhaps you worry about physical conformity.” With this, Mateen slid off the bed and pulled at his clothes. In a few quick movements the loose tunic he’d been wearing was tossed on top of a chair. Avanelle’s mouth went dry. Broad chest, ridged abdomen, thick and bulging arms; Mateen looked like an idealized statue of what a man should be. He reached for the fastener on his trousers but stopped when there was a clanging noise from outside the bedroom.
“Bynton, please come in. Avanelle and I are in the midst of a discussion.”
Within a moment, Bynton was there, his eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of her crouched on the bed and Mateen standing half-naked in front of her. He was wearing tall boots, the armor she remembered striking to no effect, and a sleek black coat that swept the floor behind him. Without a word he reached for his garment and shrugged out of it, the slippery-looking material stretching over his broad shoulders as he moved. Mateen waited as his companion shed his armor and tunic. The room felt too warm, and Avanelle tugged at her shirt, making sure it still covered her.
Bynton was as well-structured as Mateen, if only slightly less heavy. Standing side by side, they seemed as formidable as a wall. As one, they reached for their trousers, unabashedly stepping free of the garments to reveal soft knit shorts distended by sizeable bulges. If she looked closely she could make out the curve of their—
“Wait!” Avanelle held up her hands, suddenly afraid, this strange discussion taking on a very immediate urgency. She wanted to see and yet wanted to close her eyes.
“You find us unattractive?” Bynton’s voice conveyed disappointment. Mateen straightened, his hand at the waistband of his shorts.
“No, not unattractive. Hardly that.” Avanelle wasn’t sure what she was thinking. They were beautiful in a strange way, close to a human ideal, but slightly different, different enough to give her pause and tempt her at the same time.
“We were discussing physiology before you came in.” Mateen adjusted his protruding cock, and Avanelle knew she was blushing even as she felt her nipples tighten. He was so matter-of-fact. Just looking at the ridges and thick heads outlined underneath the thin material was making her lightheaded.
“Ah.” Bynton nodded. “Would you like to see us?”
With a thick swallow, Avanelle gave a quick nod. It was inevitable, and perhaps their very open manner would ease some of her nerves. Apparently at some point she’d decided there was going to be physical contact between them. She wasn’t sure when that page had turned, but somewhere between Mateen’s soft touches and Bynton’s worry that he repelled her, she’d made up her mind. She knew she should be horrified at what was to come, but some pulse of curiosity and desire thrummed through her. She wanted to know, to see, to feel.
They had to pull the waistbands out to work their undershorts down, and once she saw their cocks spring free, thick and dusky red, her breath rushed out even as her sex swelled. The fine dark hair that covered their chests tapered down and then thickened into a patch framing their erect members and full sacs. So large. Thick thighs, swollen with muscle, only emphasized their masculine form. They had bodies made for battle and conquest. A shaky part of her brain commanded her to lie back and spread her legs apart. Instead, she pressed a hand to her mouth.
“Are we not as you expected?” Mateen was watching her with those hot eyes that missed nothing.
“No, you’re fine. Very well made.” She coughed and wondered what else to say. Bynton smiled at her praise. He leaned forward and sat on the bed as Mateen followed suit. She was warm, either from the closeness of their naked bodies or the way her blood was rushing through her body.
“Would you like to touch us?”
They were aliens, she reminded herself. But they hadn’t harmed her, hadn’t done anything more objectionable than carry her away from a frightening place. All that gleaming skin, those bunching and flexing golden muscles surrounding her. Why not enjoy it, just as she had enjoyed cleaning her skin in their shower, eating their food until her belly was content?
She reached out and placed a hand on their flat, firm chests, lightly, but not so lightly she didn’t feel their skin twitch, their breaths catch. Hot and hard were the only sensations she could process as she stroked their skin, one rising swell of muscle after the other.
Bynton drew nearer, stretching his thighs next to hers as he made a low sound in his throat. His cock bobbed near her hip, and she watched it a second, the broad red head a contrast to her pale skin. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed. Then Mateen placed his hand over hers as she slid it along his shoulder.
“We aren’t so different from a human male, are we?”
Oh, he had no idea. The men she’d known, seen naked, had in no way been similar to these beings pressing close to her. “Perhaps not in design, but your execution is … is…”
She had no words. They were both close enough now she could smell them, a rich musk that filled her nose and nerves with pleasure. Her pussy quivered and tingled.
“What is different? Show us,” Bynton asked as he rolled onto his back. Her gaze swept from his wide chest down to his erection, then to his slightly parted thighs, everything he had on display for her.
“Unfamiliarity can increase fear. We want you to be comfortable with us.” Mateen rumbled as he sat up behind her, close enough for her to lean against if she liked. He settled his arm along her hip, his fingers against her upper thigh, and her pussy clenched. It was so wrong to be aroused by this, but she couldn’t help it.
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