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  I reach up underneath him, and it’s a bold move. I’m proud of myself. This is the new me, and I kind of like her.

  Tijar’s breath hisses as I cup the weight of his balls in my palm. They’re massive and I massage them, letting him know my exact intent.

  Oh, he gets it. He reaches out and a strong arm pulls me to him, slamming my body against him. His heart is pounding in his chest, I can feel it against my breasts. His hand moves lower, boldly cupping my ass.

  He lifts me, sliding me up along his body, and I wrap my legs around his middle. Then, like Tarzan with his Jane, he carries me off to the trees nearby.

  He lowers me to a patch of lush, green grass. Lord, I hope we don’t get interrupted this time. The thought of being interrupted makes me a bit frantic and I quickly strip off my thin gown, and lay naked, waiting for him.

  His eyes are penetrating as he drops his loincloth, and this time I get a very good look at his dick. It’s long and a duskier blue than the rest of his body. Veins criss-cross over the long, thick length. It’s beautiful, but something is a bit strange. It’s kind of…striped. Darker patches of blue encircle it every inch or so.

  “Can I touch it?” I ask.

  He looks confused, but doesn’t protest when I reach out and palm it. Good lord, it grows in my hand as he growls deep in his chest. And the darker blue rings? They swell up and fill with tiny little marble-like things.

  “Wow,” I say, and stroke the long length. The rings jumble together, then bounce back to where they originally were, and apparently it’s pleasurable as hell for him because a light sheen of sweat has broken out along his body.

  “Tessa,” he says, and his voice is thick. He looks pained and then uses his chest to push me slowly so I’m flat on my back. I keep hold of his cock, though, and he looks strangled. One big hand spreads open my thighs, and he attempts to go down there.

  He’s either going to look or lick. I’m betting on the latter.

  “Whoa, big guy,” I say. “We don’t have time for foreplay. Last time I was in this position, I was rudely interrupted.” I haul him up, and he looks confused. His expression clears when I wrap my legs around his hips. “Do it like you mean it,” I say and I push upward, so the head of his cock clears my labia.

  Sweet heavens, the cock rings are marvelous. One is dancing there, on the edge of my pussy lips…with one thrust Tijar surges forward and buries himself in me. I’m so wet his huge cock glides in, and we both gasp at the sensation.

  Whoa. I’ve never felt anything like the cock rings. Well, not that I’m experienced, except for the virtual reality sex and…Bruno. But I can feel each individual ring inside me. And then Tijar’s moving, and it is like I imagined. I’m being fucked within an inch of my life. His mouth finds the line of my throat and he licks a trail down to my collarbone as he begins to move faster. I wrap my arms around him and cling. The feel of his muscles rippling almost send me into climax. His cock hits a magical spot deep inside me that makes me cry out. My nails dig into his shoulders, deeper. Sharp teeth clamp down on my shoulder and his hips buck rapidly, fucking me hard and fast and shallow. I can feel each ring enter and leave my body.

  I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure tears through me. My vaginal muscles clamp down on his driving cock, and my body seizes from the intensity.

  The climax is brutal as it spreads through my limbs. He releases his teeth from my skin, and the roar that comes from his mouth nearly deafens me. Heat shoots inside me, overloading me with more sensation. Oh, Lord. I can feel every jet of his semen filling me as his hips slow to sharp, short jerks and he keeps his cock buried inside my sheath. Another climax hits, shocking me with its suddenness, and I lift my head to muffle the scream. My mouth opens on his smooth skin and he tastes salty and male.

  His head falls forward and his weight pushes me back flat. I can’t believe I bit him. He’s panting against my skin when he finally stops fucking me.

  He looks up, and his blue eyes look into mine. “J’et ala isha metaki.”

  No clue.

  He looks like he wants to kiss me, so I’m sure it’s something sweet. But there’s noise in the background, and I know this scenario. I push him aside.

  “Get dressed. Someone’s coming.” I toss his loincloth at him, and throw my gown over my head.

  “Shek ala.”

  He grabs a leaf and wipes me between the thighs. Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t want the gown sticking to the trickling between my legs. His semen is a clear blue. But it’s soft and intimate to be cleaned by him. The noises approaching grow louder.

  I scramble to my feet and he groans as he gets up also. But I smile at him and take his hand for the walk back. We see some hunters wave down the path, but Tijar and I continue to hold hands. He smiles as he looks down at me, and in this moment, it’s him. He’s the one.

  Then I enter the cave and I feel a little guilty when I see Jeroc’s soft smile as he stokes the fire. Oh, crap. I’ve just been fucked royally by Tijar and poor Jeroc has no idea.

  Jeroc motions to me, so I move to stand by him. With a look that passes between them, Tijar goes off outside, leaving me alone with Jeroc.

  “Tessa,” Jeroc says, and takes my hand, holding it over the heat to show me how hot to get the flames. At least, I guess that’s what he’s showing me.

  But his big, strong hand feels good. When he pulls away, I take it, curling my fingers through his. He looks surprised, and then tender. I wonder if the Blaedonians kiss? I was so busy impaling myself on Tijar’s cock, I never bothered with his mouth. Now, however, I may find out.

  I scoot close to Jeroc and reach out. He holds still, but I just trace his bottom lip with my thumb, the way he does me. Jeroc groans, and then captures my finger, sucking it lightly. Oh, crap, that’s erotic as hell. The pulls begin at the tip of my finger, but yank something deeper, down in my crotch.

  When he releases it, he lowers his head and murmurs something. I study his face, rugged and male, blue skin that seems a few shades lighter than Tijar’s. Pretty, in a masculine way. Of course, Tijar is also scarred in various places while Jeroc is not. Instead of detracting, it makes Tijar look dangerous and bad-ass. Jeroc’s eyes are the kicker, though. They’re intensely blue, bordering on a glow. His mouth is gorgeous, his lips full. His hair is black like all the natives here, but he wears his in a sexy, loose man-bun on top of his head. His mouth is fascinating, and the urge to see what it feels like pressed against mine is insistent.

  I lift my head and press my mouth to his. His lips are firm and warm. He smells good, but holds still, like he’s surprised.

  Then his lips part and all hell breaks loose.

  With the smallest movement of his mouth, my senses jump to heightened proportions. Somehow my arms are around his neck. His mouth opens more and his tongue brushes against mine, soft and slow and so very thorough, like he’s savoring every moment of this. The breath is stolen from my lungs, the thoughts from my head with every sensuous caress of his lips against mine. I moan into his mouth when his tongue slicks against mine some more. He knows exactly how to kiss. It isn’t even like he’s grabbed me and felt me up, he’s just intent on showing me how much I mean to him.

  I’m so aroused I barely notice the noise from outside the cave as people begin to gather. But we break apart, and we’re both breathing hard and staring at each other.

  Several of the hunters bring in chunks of meat to roast, and there’s laughter as the girls head in. Me, I’m baffled. I’m equally turned on by both men. Tijar returns with the other hunters, and broods in the corner, watching Jeroc and me interact now.

  As much as I’d love to cuddle up next to him, it’s not fair to Jeroc. I’m torn.

  But from across the room, Tijar smiles and turns away. Jeroc slowly turns my attention back to him while we roast meat. He continues to talk, as if he’s instructing me, even though I can’t understand a thing. When the meat is cooked, we dole it out to everyone, and there’s soft talking while everyone eats.

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bsp; Tijar takes his usual spot with us for the meal. The two of them are chatting amicably between them. I’m so confused.

  Afterward, some of the hunters clean up while the rest take us humans to the bathing pool. My guys come with us, and I sit between the two, away from the others. Jeroc and Tijar talk softly between them. The water is chest deep for them, and up to the neck for me. It bubbles though, as it constantly runs in from an underground spring. It’s hard to see inside, as there’s froth on the surface from all the bubbles.

  I can’t see through the water, and that seems kind of cool. So, while both of my arms are under the water, I snake them across to each guy’s thigh.

  None of us say a word, but I’m holding hands with each. Our hands are on their thighs, and I can feel every muscle twitch, every movement. Everyone else is murmuring and laughing, but we’re the only three that sit together. The rest are in pairs. No one says anything about our threesome.

  A few weeks ago, I would have been prudishly sitting by myself, with my alien hospital robe on. I certainly wouldn’t be bare-assed in a pool full of men. No, not back on Earth. Hell, I’m only twenty-three and I can count the number of dates I’ve had on one hand.

  My parents would have been appalled at even the few dates I had. My family life wasn’t normal, to say the least. When I was seventeen, my parents decided to give me “the talk.” We gathered round the dining room table, a room I began to dread for various reasons.

  My father sat on my mother’s right, quiet and still, quivering with hatred. It wasn’t aimed at me, it was just his way.

  My mother began the talk. It was a pact between them, a good cop-bad cop kind of thing. Only, I don’t think anyone ever explained the good cop part.

  “I know young ladies your age are beginning to date.”

  Beginning? I was probably the only one who hadn’t dated. Hell, I was the only one who didn’t drive. Yet they tried to marry me off to the local bible thumpers just a few months previous. I force myself to hold back my sigh at the backward way we do things, and my mother’s voice drones on.

  “We have several conditions if you would like to do that. One, he must meet us. Two, we must meet his parents. Three, he has to bring you home at a decent time. Eleven o’clock on a weekend. Ten for the weekdays.”

  Seriously? In a week I’d be eighteen. An adult. Old enough to drink, old enough to move out into my own place if I wanted. But they were allowing me a curfew? Still, it would be nice to say I dated in high school. And for that, I only had a few months left. So I nod, agreeing to their terms.

  My date picks me up, and my parents give him the third degree. How I must be returned by ten pm, since it was Friday. Apparently the weekends only amount to a Saturday night in their book. We attend a party, and way before ten, we head to his car to bring me home. Except his car has a flat. What are the chances?

  He has to call his mother to pick us up, and he walks me to the door. Worst date ever. Even worse when I push open the door to see my parents, sitting in the dark. In the dark. Who does that? They ask my date to enter, and alarm hits my gut.

  He apologizes for bringing me home five minutes past ten. He explains that his car had a flat and he had to call his mother for a ride home. He smiles easily, because wouldn’t a reasonable person?

  He obviously doesn’t know my parents.

  My mother hisses that I’ll be grounded for three weeks and will no longer be allowed to speak to him. He looks toward me, surprised, then confused.

  “I don’t think you understand. My mom had to pick us up.”

  “We gave you until ten, and it is after ten.”

  “It’s only five minutes.”

  “We have rules and boundaries. They must be adhered to.”

  This could go from bad to worse. “Please,” I turn toward him, my face burning hot. “It’s all right. It’s okay. Three weeks will go by fast. Return to the party, and have fun.”

  He nods, still confused as hell, then returns to the car where his mother sits. I move past my parents to go to my room, because really, what else is there to say?

  But my high school dates were long over. I knew as soon as I returned to school on Monday, and there was whispered silence when I’d walk by. Eyes averted from the strange girl, the one who wore the weird clothes.

  I shake off my memories. Everyone is getting out of the pool, so I follow suit. Tijar and Jeroc look concerned.

  That night we spread out our furs in the main cave, and as usual, I’m between the two guys. After having sex with Tijar though, he turns his back to me as Jeroc cuddles closer, snuggling and kissing me senseless. Does Tijar do it on purpose, I wonder? Does he not want to know what Jeroc and I do? The language barrier between the three of us is brutal and I’m so tired of it. Secrets or not, I’m about ready to pounce on Lucie and ask her to translate our relationship.

  Soon I hear Tijar softly snore. The rest of the cave is quiet, until the sounds of Niki and Drakar echo down the hallway. They’re having sex and going at it like nobody’s business. The lust slams through my changed body, and I try not to focus on it. Instead I force myself to count sheep. Fluffy, white virginal sheep.

  Jeroc turns on his side to face me. He lovingly strokes the side of my face, and I turn to kiss his palm. He immediately traces my lips. I know what he wants. He’s waiting for me to lick his finger. A re-enactment of yesterday. Hell, poor guy’s probably horny as hell. He didn’t get his release, since we were interrupted by the hunters. Then there was a cave full of people to deal with.

  Plus, I’d like to see if Tijar’s dick was an anomaly. Or if they all have the amazing cock rings.

  Jeroc leans in and kisses me.

  I love his kisses. He’s tender and loving, and he explores my mouth fully. Then he notches up the passion and he’s stroking my tongue with his. I want to moan, but I can’t. There’s a shocked whisper down the cave, and I know people are still awake.

  Against my lips, Jeroc groans and I freeze. Someone’s going to hear. He pulls back and whispers, but I don’t know what he says. So I hold one hand over his mouth and slide the other down his magnificent, rippled chest. He’s breathing harder against my palm, so I think he understands to be quiet. My hand slides lower, down to his abs.

  I shudder. Even without being able to see him, I know he’s beautiful.

  My hand leaves his mouth so I can prop myself up on one elbow. I slide my opposite hand further down and his lower body suddenly feels much warmer. Something bobs at my fingers, and it’s his cock, itching to be stroked. I clasp it gently, and he bites back his breath, remembering my need for quiet. I stroke him from base to tip, and I can feel the cock rings swell, just like with Tijar. I explore his balls, and he’s breathing so hard I’m afraid he’ll hyperventilate. I can almost smell our need in the air.

  Then Tijar rolls over, and I freeze. Likewise, Jeroc holds still. When it’s obvious Tijar’s going to continue sleeping, Jeroc thrusts his erection into my hands. I trace the head with my fingertip and a bead of moisture escapes. I bring it to my lips to taste, and Jeroc startles me with his sudden movement.

  He grabs the fingers I have in my mouth and brings them to his for a nice, thorough sucking. He’s frantic with lust, and I wonder if he can see me in the dark? If me tasting his cum was erotic?

  My fingers are warm from his mouth, and I place the wetness on his cock. Then, I reach up to my own pussy and gather the slickness I know is there. He holds his breath in anticipation, and now I’m sure.

  Blaedonians can see in the dark.

  Then a new wave of lust hits me. I wonder if the barbarians are watching others have sex? If they can see what we can’t? In that instant, I wish I was Blaedonian and then I realize, I’m a voyeur. Wow. I learn something new about myself each day.

  I rub my own pussy juice on the head of his cock, swirling my finger around the tip. Then, pretending I don’t know anyone can see in the dark, I swing one leg over his hip, the weight of my body pushing him onto his back.

 
I fling my gown up over my head, so I’m bare-breasted. The cave is quiet, and it’s a naughty turn-on to think they can watch.

  Jeroc reaches up and cups my breasts with his hands, and I raise myself up a little to position his huge dick under my body, and then I sink down.

  The crown of his cock parts through my swollen flesh, and I softly hiss. His hands leave my breasts to settle on my hips, his fingers digging into my hipbones. I cover my own breasts, rubbing my swollen nipples gently. Jeroc freezes and I know he’s turned on by me touching myself.

  His hands move my hips, rocking me on his cock softly. I close my eyes, giving a show. It’s pitch black in the cave, and I can’t see a thing. But Jeroc slowly traces my navel, and I’m so sure they can.

  I rock ever-so-slowly, and we’re so wet. But the need for quiet limits our movements. It’s hotter somehow, and I make the tiniest movements, small hip circles that grind against his cock. I can almost feel the pulsing need between us, and then Jeroc loses it.

  His growl is soft as he catches himself, swallowing the sound. His fingers grip my hips so tight as he comes, that the pleasure-pain is a sensory overload for me. The heat of his semen floods my sheath and I shudder, collapsing onto his chest.

  His big, strong palms feel huge as they caress my back, stroking along my spine. The cave is still curiously quiet as his heartbeat thumps against mine. His sweat combines with mine, and it’s wonderfully intimate. In this moment, he’s it. Jeroc’s the one.

  Chapter Four

  The trek to the village starts early the next morning. There are a lot of tired yawns as we pack up the cave. Doesn’t seem like anyone got much sleep. I walk between my two guys, ever wary, wondering if Tijar knows I had slow, quiet sex with Jeroc last night. Wondering if Jeroc knows I was pounded by Tijar before him.