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  SEX ME IN

  TRIAD Series – Book 4

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  Tianna Xander

  Bonnie Rose Leigh

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  Sex Me In - Triad Series – Book 4

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  SEX ME IN

  Rachana Salura watched from the safety of her cloaked ship as she waited for help to arrive. How long would those animals stay? She hoped they stayed long enough for a rescue party to arrive and wipe them from the face of this planet—from the entire galaxy. A week had passed since she’d made the call, begging for assistance. Sometimes she wondered if help would ever arrive.

  She did another surface scan. The men were attacking the defenseless women again. They were disgusting and repugnant. Their very existence caused entire worlds to shudder. Thankfully, she’d never been captured and used by the Hienials, but she’d known too many who had. The Banarts were cruel, worthless enemies. Many times they had infiltrated planets, killing and maiming as they went. Still, they weren’t as bad as this. At least they put their victims out of their misery when they finished with them. These monsters forced their victims to live.

  The Hienials were no better than animals. They used the poor, unwilling women of the planets they conquered as human incubators for their bastard children. She shuddered at the thought. They were beasts, plain and simple.

  She jumped when her reminder alarm went off. Settling back down in her seat, she made a face at the note on the screen in front of her. Tonight was the night. It was time to fulfill her coven vow to allow harm to none—it was time to at least attempt to draw a mate into her life. How one ambitious archaeologist having a mate could make a difference in the war against tyranny, she would never understand. Besides, it wasn’t acquiring a mate that she wanted to avoid. One mate she could deal with. It was the warning from her coven sisters that she may have a second mate waiting for her that rankled. One man she could control. Two men would control her. It was unacceptable.

  First things first though, she must break orbit before someone detected her. She would be an easy target on this research vessel alone. Ana tapped her chin, wondering if she should break orbit and call for help again. She bit her lip. But was anyone even close? She’d called for help several times and no one answered her pleas.

  She brought her craft around and hid behind one of the moons. The last thing she wanted was for someone to sneak up on her while she was distracted and performing her ritual.

  “This is Rachana Salura, the Captain of the Carrillian research ship Adventurer requesting assistance—I repeat, I require assistance. The Hienials have invaded G’recio. They are attacking the G’recians. It is an unprotected populace, mainly women and the elderly with no weapons or warriors to protect them. Please,” she begged. “We need assistance!”

  Ana glanced around the inside of her small shuttle and knew that if no one answered her call, they would all perish. She’d stayed in orbit around this planet too long to travel to another occupied system and her resources were running low. Soon, she would have no food or water. More importantly, in three days she would run out of oxygen.

  At that time she would either have to land on the surface, making herself vulnerable to attack or she would perish here in this small craft. She chuckled mirthlessly. The Adventurer was no more a research vessel than her small niece’s walk-around buggy. The craft was nothing more than a small shuttle she’d appropriated during an attempt to escape the academic thievery of her peers. She’d escaped them all right.

  “Well, nothing to be done about it now,” she said to herself as she scanned through the pages of the spell book. Having decided not to use any of the spells and making up her mind to try the visualization techniques provided in the large, digital book of shadows, she skipped to the directions and read them one more time before she started her mental ritual.

  A small smile curved her lips. She would fulfill her vow to attempt to help the galaxy by performing the rite, but no one ever said she had to mean it. Perhaps if there wasn’t immense power behind it, she would only draw one male to her. One male she could handle—perhaps even dominate. If she couldn’t dominate she would, at least, demand equality.

  Equality was a laughable concept among most males she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. They demanded fidelity while not giving any of their own. They demanded her submission when she needed some semblance of control to reach her pleasure. They demanded her love while remaining aloof. She would never succumb to the advances of a Carrillian male ever again.

  Closing her eyes, Ana pictured her ideal male. When the faces of two men filled her mind, she stopped, cursing. She refused to have two males. Determined to choose between them, she closed her eyes fully intending to banish one from her thoughts. Yet she couldn’t. How could she choose between two such gorgeous men? Instead, she concentrated on thinking of their characters. Her male must be brave, yet kind. He must be handsome, yet not narcissistic. A good sense of humor was also good. He must allow her to stand by his side, instead of shoving her behind him. And, most importantly, he must love her above all others.

  Ana pictured her two males and included her stipulations for her mate’s character. No two males would meet her criteria. If—by some small miracle of fate—they did, she must accept them both. She would never have the heart to choose between two such ideal specimens. Several moments passed as she visualized her perfect men. Strong, handsome men—at least one of which who would love her, cherish her, forever.

  Suddenly, her proximity alarms began to shriek. “Warning, warning, collision imminent!” the computer generated voice blared over the speakers.

  Rachana rushed back to the pilot’s seat, frantically pressing buttons. Bringing up the viewscreen, she cloaked the ship just before two large warships blinked into view. Their sudden arrival could only mean one thing—her much anticipated help had arrived.

  She frowned down at her scanner console. Why were they arming their weapons against each other? Her fingers flew over the console as she searched radio frequencies, hoping to hear something, anything, from these people before they blew each other to hell. She needed them. The G’recians need them.

  “Stand down, unknown vessel. We demand the return of our leader!”

  “We do not deal with kidnappers and terrorists. We demand the return of our captain!”

  The two disembodied voices demanded the same thing.

  “Men!” she spat, disgusted. She dismissed the coincidence though the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. “Why must they always insist
on getting their way without giving in return? They each would go to war before admitting that the other has taken another prisoner.” She almost scoffed at the two ships, willing to destroy each other rather than admit their transgressions. “They would rather go to war than release the two men. Utter stupidity.” She shook her head. “But what did I expect? They are males.”

  Again, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and a shiver of unease shimmied down her spine.

  “You don’t seem to have much regard for males, woman. Perhaps you haven’t met one to your liking? Yet.”

  Turning, she shrieked and jumped from her seat. “How—how did you get here?” she asked the strange man standing before her. Yet she knew. This man had visited her dreams. She watched him warily as he stepped closer. The same orange-gold hair with black tips graced his head. The same muscular body stood before her. The muscles of his large arms flexed as he moved. She loved the way they bunched and released as he moved to sit at the console she had just vacated. His green gaze bored into her, pinning her feet to the deck. Her mouth had gone dry with the effort to speak as her mouth opened and closed several times in an effort to communicate. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly, berating herself for her apparent loss of wits.

  “I must tell my ship where I am before they fire on an innocent vessel,” he said, his fingers flying over the flat panel. “Tigerian vessel Bengalli, stand down. This is Kel Galbar, Commander of the Tigerian security forces. I repeat—stand down. I am not being held on the unidentified ship.” He looked around the cramped bridge of her stolen craft. “I appear to be aboard a small shuttle.” He turned to look at her. “Where the hell am I and how did I get here?”

  Ana licked her lips. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she stared at her dream man. He was broad of shoulder and handsome as a Truan actor. Who could ever resist a man like him? What woman in her right mind would want to? His strange golden hair, with its black tips, hung around his shoulders in silky waves. It appeared soft. She fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to feather through it to see if it was truly as soft as it looked. His broad shoulders tapered down to a hard stomach she could see even through the thick material of his shert. Thick muscles rippled beneath the rough fabric. A movement in his lower regions set her to blush as she realized her scrutiny gave the poor man a hard cock he couldn’t hide, though he tried as he turned sideways to talk into the radio once more.

  “Advise the unidentified ship that we believe their leader is aboard this vessel as well. I will investigate the matter and contact you as soon as possible.” He turned and pierced Ana with a fierce gaze. “Where am I?” He stood. “Answer me.” His lips tipped up at the corners. “Or would you prefer I convince you to answer?” A perfect golden brow arched in question. “I can be quite persuasive.”

  Ana swallowed thickly. What to do, what to do… Her gaze darted around the small room and she gauged the distance to the door. Maybe she could make it off the bridge and lock herself in her small sleeping quarters. He could just radio his ship and have them transport him off her shuttle. Taking a deep breath, she lunged for the door. She took several steps more than she figured she’d be able to when she turned back to see if the man followed her, just before she ran into a wall.

  A very hard wall of delectable male flesh. “Oh, my!” Her heart stuttered at the sight of the man before her. He had to be over two meters tall. His short black hair curled around his collar and his broad chest tapered down to a narrow waist and hips. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome with dark eyes that reminded her of the cocoa bean that her uncle brought back from a distant planet.

  Her breath came in short pants as she tried to bring her breathing under control. Her hand fluttered to her chest and she stood staring between the two men who now occupied her small craft, making it smaller by the minute.

  “Who are you, woman, and why am I here?” the new man asked, his thinned lips told her he would demand true answers.

  Her face blazed as she stood gawking between them. She knew she must explain her actions, but she also knew he would most likely not believe her. Besides, why would one so handsome care to mate with one such as her? She was certainly nothing special and, well, this man was nothing short of a god! They both were.

  “I—I”

  The first man, the red head, stepped forward. “I think I can explain.”

  “And who are you? Her accomplice in this?” His stance became more aggressive. “Know this Tigerian, I am the leader of my people. They will not stand for my abduction.”

  The Tigerian stepped forward. “I have nothing to do with your presence, my lord,” he said, scathingly. “I merely appeared here myself. Yet I know, from my own leader, that women such as she can call forth the men meant to be their bound mates.” He smiled, the gesture never reaching his eyes. “Believe me, if you wish to forego your rights as her triad mate, I would be more than happy to remain with her as a pair.”

  The man turned to stare at Ana and she squirmed under his scrutiny. “I am Wray Navedis, alpha of my people. They will not stand silent over my disappearance long. We have come in answer to a distress call, knowing full well that it could be a trap, yet unwilling to gamble the innocent lives of rare females.”

  “Women are few among your people as well?” the one called Kel asked. “It seems that women are scarce everywhere in the universe with the exception of two planets.” He flicked a glance to the view screen as if he could see the planet on the other side of the moon. “This planet and Carrillia.”

  Wray shook his head. “No, there is another. We were on our way there for a mate hunt. We have been told it is a planet rich with life where the women outnumber the men three to one.”

  Kel shook his head. “The lucky bastards. I hope you will share the whereabouts of this world with my people. We need women as well.”

  “That remains to be seen.” He moved over to the console and slid his hand along the smooth surface. “Wray Navedis to the Lupin starship Nomad. Cease your aggression.” He turned to face Ana once again, pinning her with a stare. “How and why did you bring us here, woman?”

  * * * *

  Wray stared at the miracle before him, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides. The female was beauty personified. If he had the privilege of choosing a woman for his mate, he would choose her. But his people did not have that luxury. Fate chose their women for them. His people had learned hard lessons throughout the millennia that fate was not a force to trifle with.

  He closed his eyes and breathed in her delicate scent—the scent of her soap, her perfume and the musky scent of her arousal. His body hardened with her close proximity. Would she accept him as was required? He must find his mate and bear heirs or his would be a short occupation of the throne, like his alpha before him. The last thing their people needed was another campaign. They needed a leader and they needed him now. Still, no female had ever garnered such a reaction from him. Snapping his eyes open, he fought the urge to lean close and immerse himself in her tantalizing scent. Perhaps he could pull it in through his pores. She stirred a response in him that was unfamiliar. He hoped she was his mate, his salvation. Could he be that lucky?

  Wray couldn’t help but stare at the woman standing so regally before him. She was a goddess, plain and simple. Her dark hair hung about her shoulders in long waves. The color reminded him of the mahogany chest his father brought back from that distant planet so rich with females. Her amber eyes nearly glowed with the intensity of her resolve.

  She stubbornly raised her chin and, despite her obvious fear, looked him square in the eyes. “I have made a vow, sir. To fulfill it, I was required to recite a spell. One that would bring my—” She cut herself off and nervously licked her lips.

  His cock jerked in response, what he wouldn’t give to feel those full lips wrapped around his shaft. He wanted nothing more than to bury his fingers deep in her hair as he thrust his cock deep into her perfect mouth. He felt her fear and excitement, the rush of adre
naline and sexual energy rolled off her, bombarding him with a depth of feeling he never knew was possible.

  “I—I’m a witch. I made vow with my coven mates to do everything in my power to keep harm from all who have no evil in their hearts.”

  She swallowed and licked her lips again. Goddess, he didn’t know whether he could control himself if she didn’t stop doing that. His whole body ached with the need to bury his thick length inside her over and over until she screamed her climax to the heavens. He blinked slowly, trying to keep himself from jumping on the poor woman. Every hair on his body stood on end, reaching for the amazing creature before him. His skin tingled, and even though he knew it was impossible, his skin prickled anew each time she exhaled. It was as if he could feel her breath caressing his skin, increasing his incredible desire to have the woman beneath him on the deck, both of them as naked as the day they were born.

  “And?” He prompted, needing to keep her talking before he pounced on her and made her his. “That doesn’t explain how I merely blinked and found myself in your sleeping chamber.” Her face blazed at that and he almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

  “We must bring our mates into our lives to fulfill our vow.”

  This keeps getting better and better. Very interesting that she called forth her mate and he had been the one to arrive. It was quite propitious. “Your mates,” he asked, giving her a level look. “Plural. As in you want more than one?”

  Frowning, she stomped her foot like a petulant child. “Of course I don’t want more than one.” She closed her eyes and appeared to count to herself before she continued. “According to the High Priestess, we must all call our mates into our lives using a spell we take from this spell book.” She pulled out a communications device, opened the saved spell book and thrust it at him. “We are to call our mates to us using one of those spells or make one of our own. The three then form a powerful triad that is necessary to fight the evil Banarts before they enslave the entire galaxy.”