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  Sex Me Sweet

  Children of the Triad – Book 2

  by

  Tianna Xander

  Bonnie Rose Leigh

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  Sex Me Sweet

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  Sex Me Sweet

  An early evening breeze stirred the hair at Xymus’s neck, cooling his sweat-slicked skin. He tossed his head back, shuddering in pleasure. Beneath him, Demit shifted his hips. “Please, Xy… I need this.”

  Xymus ran his hand down the long length of Demit’s smooth back, trailing his fingers down his mate’s spine. He loved to make Demit wait for his pleasure, make him beg for release. There was nothing like it. Nothing like it at all—not for either of them. The exquisite agony of delayed release only made their lovemaking that much more animalistic when they finally unleashed their control. “You will wait until I say otherwise, mate.”

  When Demit groaned in frustration, Xymus merely smiled. He did so love his mate, loved torturing him with the wait, but even though he wanted to delay their release, minutes, hours longer, he knew he couldn’t. Not only was his own need for release building to unimaginable heights, but they’d been away from their duties too long already. They both needed to return to their work. It meant so much to their people.

  Gripping Demit’s hip with one hand, Xymus slowly scissored the fingers he had lodged in Demit’s ass, loosening the muscles to prepare him for their lovemaking. And it was lovemaking. Many Hienial Halflings took male lovers until they could find a female to mate with, but Demit and Xymus had always known that they were mates, that they were destined to be together. If at times it seemed that something was missing in their relationship, they turned to each other, more aggressive in their mating than usual. Today was one of those days.

  Xymus and Demit both woke this morning, a feeling of impending change hanging heavy in the air and, instead of reporting to duty, they’d taken the day off to escape. They’d hiked several kilometers to the cave system they’d located with their friend and leader, Viktor, hoping a few hours of solitude would help them deal with the growing sense that something would soon happen to separate them.

  Enough of that, Xymus admonished himself. He had Demit right where he wanted him—on his hands and knees waiting for his cock to tunnel into his ass. When Demit began to rock back against Xymus’s fingers he knew the time had come.

  With one knee in the soft soil and the other leg bracketing Demit’s hip, Xymus slowly withdrew his fingers, certain that he’d stretched Demit’s back entrance enough that he’d feel only slight pain when Xymus entered him. He wanted just enough stimulation to drive him mad.

  Picking up the bottle of lubricant they’d brought from their quarters, Xymus squirted a liberal amount on his hand then quickly worked the length of his cock with the gel-like substance. It would kill him if he’d hurt his mate, even accidentally. Unlike some of the Hienial Halflings, neither he nor Demit enjoyed much pain in their mating so they always made sure to have plenty of lubricant on hand.

  “Dammit, Xymus! What are you waiting for?”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me, Xy. But if you’d don’t take my ass soon, I might beat the shit out of you.”

  Xymus chuckled. Taking his cock in hand, he placed it at Demit’s back hole. “Relax,” he whispered to his mate, feeling the tension running through Demit’s body. “Push back.”

  As gently as he could, Xymus eased into Demit’s ass, past his sphincter until the head of his cock was lodged inside his mate. He groaned as the tight ring of his lover’s ass squeezed his cock like a fist. Ever so slowly, he entered Demit, inch by inch, until fully seated. Only after he let Demit get used to his invasion did Xymus run his hand around Demit’s waist and grip his cock.

  “By the Goddess, Xy. I need you. Please…”

  Their passions got the best of them. Both unable, or unwilling, to draw their mating out any further, Xymus used his hand to stroke Demit’s cock as he slowly eased out of his ass. When only the head remained lodged in Demit’s back entrance, he surged forward, tunneling his length into his mate with ever increasing force.

  Within seconds, both men were groaning, quivering in pleasure and need. In and out, he thrust, up and down, he stroked. Both reaching toward completion. Moans and groans echoed against the cavern walls. Sighs and grunts bounced off the dirt floors and rocky ceiling. Faster and faster, he pounded into his mate’s ass. Faster and faster, he stroked his mate’s cock.

  Beneath his hand, Demit’s cock pulsed, growing harder and thicker as his need for release continued to mount. Their need rode them both as Demit rocked faster and faster, driving his ass toward Xymus’s rigid cock. “By the Goddess, Demit… I am so close.”

  “Me too,” his mate groaned.

  “Together then, mate… Together.”

  Demit nodded, rocked back harder. Sweat pooled at the base of his spine. If they had more time, he’d slow down, make Demit beg for release, but they didn’t have more time. Already Xymus could feel the urge to come tightening his balls. He’d be lucky to make it another five seconds before reaching his release.

  As Demit’s cock thickened and began to spurt his come onto the cavern floor, Xymus let loose his control, giving himself over to his climax. Over and over, he spurted into his mate’s ass, until the come began to drip out and onto the soil beneath them. The ever strengthening sensation of his lover’s ass squeezing down on Xy’s cock matching each jet of come from Demit’s shaft nearly drove him to madness.

  “Aghh…” Xymus groaned, before collapsing against Demit’s back. “By the Goddess, any more pleasure and I’d keel over under the strain.”

  Beneath him, Demit chuckled. “Ahh…but what a way to go.”

  Xymus snorted. “True, so true.” Knowing that their time alone grew short, Xymus eased out of his mate, sitting on his heals. “Are you okay, Demit? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Demit turned his head toward Xymus, a sated smile on his face. His blue eyes flashed with humor. “And it hurt so good, too.”

  Slapping Demit’s ass, Xymus made to stand. They should be getting back. It would be dark soon, and the nights grew chilly out here in the desert. Before he could reach for his pants, Xymus’s emergency alarm shrieked through the cave.

  “Someone has entered the ship. We must get back before they attempt to access the console. I’m sure there are traps laid in the program for an unsuspecting novice.”

  Demit nodded, dressing quickly. Even if they left now, th
ey wouldn’t reach the ship for another two hours. They both knew it might be two hours too long. As he pulled his boots on, Xymus silently prayed to the Lady Goddess that their enemy hadn’t returned or all would be lost.

  * * * *

  Demit frowned when they approached the coordinates of the downed ship. Someone had set up a camp almost a kilometer from the crash site. Knowing that stealth would serve them better than speed, he grabbed Xymus’s shoulder and pointed to several large boulders nearby.

  Once hidden from sight, Demit turned to his mate. Perhaps it would be best if we shifted and traveled the rest of the way as wild hares. They romp in abundance here and no one would think the wiser when they see the pair of us pass by.

  Xymus nodded, his face drawn in grim lines. They were both aware that they could be walking into a trap, but they promised their leader, Viktor, that they’d get into the encrypted Hienial databases, and they’d allow nothing to stop them.

  Closing his eyes, Demit focused his mind on visualizing the wild hares native to this planet. Nearly a meter tall, they were ferocious beasts when they needed to be. When every detail of the smoke gray creature was set in his mind, he allowed the magic free. Burning heat zipped down his spine, spread across his chest and through his limbs. Within seconds, two hares crouched behind the boulders.

  While the strangers continued to set up their camp, Demit and Xymus raced the remaining distance to the Hienial ship. A strange craft sat idle a few hundred paces from the downed vessel where they’d made their life’s work. Several armed guards made camp beside it, talking and laughing amongst themselves. His blood began to boil. How dare they? How dare they come here and enter their salvaged vessel without so much as a by your leave?

  Angry, he didn’t think. He merely shifted back to his human form then strode forward, knowing Xy would follow him. It wouldn’t matter if he led them straight into a blazing pit, Xy would follow him. Their bond was strong. It was so strong neither would want to continue without the other. He didn’t bother with stealth. He was so pissed that he felt he could take them all, though his common sense told him otherwise.

  He’d almost made it aboard when a uniformed man covered in patches and medals seemingly came from nowhere and grabbed his arm. Stupid, stupid! He should have known there would be others guarding the ship. “What are you doing here? This is our ship.”

  “You’re ship? This relic?” The guard laughed, giving him an assessing look, his great bushy eyebrow raised. “I don’t think so, sonny. You’re not old enough to have crashed this vessel.”

  Sonny? Who did he think he was, talking to him like he owned the damned world? “We didn’t crash it, you morons. We found it. It crashed here years ago. I think I even remember it coming down. Fire fell from the sky, accompanied by a large explosion. I’m sure it was this.”

  Xymus shook free of his guard and stepped up beside him. “How old were we then, Demit?”

  “Hell, no more than six or seven summers.” He turned his attention back to the two men holding them. “Our friend Viktor and we found it last year. We knew something fell from the sky. It was only a matter of time before we found it.”

  Demit heard a slight sound before another, younger, guard poked his head out from inside the ship.

  “She says to let them in.” He made a face. “She’s being quite adamant about it. She mentioned something about Viktor and she thinks they can help by telling her what they’ve already tried.”

  The older, rounder, guard grunted a reply then pushed them toward the ship. “Shoot them if they touch her.” He laughed. “We’ll ask questions later.”

  The guard motioned for them to precede him onto the ship—so he could keep his phase pistol trained on them, no doubt. No matter. If the person in here had triggered any of the programmed traps, their reason to remain here would be short lived anyway. He hurried aboard, if only to keep them from ruining what little headway he and Xymus had already gained.

  It wasn’t until he saw her that her scent hit him. She smelled sweet, like Luna berries. Yet, it wasn’t her scent that had him hardening at the sight of her. She was beautiful. Long wavy red hair curled around her waist. Huge blue eyes stared at them both, her mouth forming a small oh of surprise. Her full breasts rose and fell quickly in time to her breathing, their tips sharp points showing clearly through the thin material of her top.

  Finally! A woman he was attracted to. Now he realized exactly what was missing from his relationship with Xy. This beautiful female was what they’d been missing. She was what they needed to be complete. They weren’t a couple. They were a triad.

  He took a deep breath, thinking quickly. What could he say? What does a man say to the one woman meant for him? Would she agree to a triad relationship? He glanced at Xy and almost laughed with glee, glad he wasn’t the only one feeling the pull of her allure. Xy felt it as well. He would bet his life on it. Just to confirm, he turned his thoughts to his mate.

  So you feel it Xy? The connection she has to us?

  By the Goddess, Demit…what if she turns away from us in disgust?

  Demit shifted his shoulders slightly, before leaning against the doorway. I don’t know, mate. I just don’t know.

  She straightened her spine and looked him in the eyes. His cock twitched. How he loved courage in anyone. It was doubly enjoyable in his mate.

  “Are you the men who have been working on this computer?” She gestured to the console behind her.

  “We are. What is your interest in it?” He remained a safe distance away from her though he wanted nothing better than to jump on her and make her his—theirs. “We have nothing. Even this ship is worth little. It’s ancient.”

  She gave him a beautiful smile, her eyes alight with excitement. “It’s worth more than you know.” Turning, she sat down at the console and pressed a few buttons.

  Demit’s mouth dropped open. She learned in a few short hours what had taken them days to discover! How much else could she find out, given help and time to work on the blasted computers on this ship? Perhaps she knew the language. If she could read the inscriptions it would make it so much easier to decipher the code they’d found.

  “Perhaps you would like to tell us how it is worth so much to you.” Xymus stepped a bit closer though it was obvious he kept his hands in full view of her protectors. They had nothing but time. Until they heard from Viktor again, there was no reason to believe there was any rush for them to complete their work.

  “It says something about the other console.” Her brow furrowed as she ran her fingers along the strange symbols they couldn’t figure out.

  “What other console?”

  Looking up, she glanced around her surprised. “I don’t know. I could have sworn that’s what this said…” her words trailed off and she looked a bit troubled. She glanced down, running her fingers along the symbols etched into the shiny surface. “To release system codex please refer to console two.” She shook her head. “I’m sure that’s what this says.” Biting her bottom lip, she glared at the symbols as though her temper alone could cause them to make more sense. “Still, we’re talking about Hienials here. Why would they say please to anyone for anything? They were cruel and inhuman taskmasters. I really don’t think please was a word any of them used often.” Brightening, she sat back, a look of satisfaction on her face. “It’s a decoy. They want you to find another hidden console where you will set off a failsafe that will either destroy the ship, or the computers. It has to be.”

  “How can you read this language? You aren’t Hienial. Enough women survived our crash here to tell us they never had female children.”

  “No. I’m not one of them.” She shuddered as though the thought were distasteful. He couldn’t blame her really. It was distasteful for him and he was half Hienial. He couldn’t imagine what she felt about them. About him. He scowled. Their heritage was not of their doing. She couldn’t hold that against them…could she?

  * * * *

  Several things hit Ariella at o
nce. These men were the ones Viktor had spoken of—the ones that she’d be working with to hack into and decode the encrypted navigational files. They were Hienial Halflings. They had a mating bond with each other according to the aura she could see surrounding them. And…they were her mates.

  Goddess, what was she to do now? They were already mated and even though everything in her told her to charge over to them and lay her claim, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—do anything to interfere with bond the men already formed between them.

  Her heart hurt. Her soul cried out in agony. Her dragoness trumpeted out its rage. Why would the Goddess bring her to this planet knowing that the men were already involved and in love with each other? Blinking back the tears, Ariella turned back toward the navigational console. She wouldn’t let the others know of her pain…not her guards and certainly not the men who could have been her mates.

  She stared down at the console, stifling the tears that threatened to come and forced herself to concentrate on her work. This was important—more important than thinking of living the rest of her life alone pining for her lost men.

  “I’m glad you’re here. I sorely need your help.” She turned back, her emotions finally in check. “You two are the men who have been working on this computer system, are you not?” She looked between them, her eyebrow raised. It was the look Arabella called her stuck-up princess look. Well, if it got her what she wanted, she didn’t care what they thought. Let them believe she was spoiled and haughty. It’s not like she could lose them. She’d never had them to begin with.

  The two men stood stiff and unyielding before her. Goddess, she hoped they weren’t going to remain so damned stubborn. She didn’t need the aggravation. One look at them had her near panting with need. Why did they have to be so tall, so handsome? If they’d been ugly or even plain, perhaps her heart wouldn’t beat so hard, longing for their possession.