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  Not to be left out of the action, Xymus moved in, taking her lips in a kiss so soft and tender it brought tears to her eyes. Demit and Xymus worshipped her with their mouths, caressed her with fleeting touches.

  Ariella was lost in a whirlwind of passion. She tingled everywhere. Even her skin burned with desire. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on end as sensation wracked her quivering body and goose bumps rose on her skin. Never before had she experienced such overwhelming desire.

  Her whole body literally ached with desire, in anticipation of making love with her men. Her pussy clenched in need, desperate to be filled.

  Demit’s fingers continued their upward trail toward her weeping slit while Xymus continued to nibble on her lips, her neck, in biting caresses before laving the pain away with his talented tongue. Demit ran his thumb over her clit, sending shards of pleasure pain coursing through her. She moaned in response, desperate for release. Dammit! How much more did they expect her to take?

  Lost in a haze of passion, time slowed to a crawl, every second lasting a minute, every minute an hour. The flames within them burned higher and higher, brighter and brighter, until it threatened to overcome her and still, the threesome rode the hot tide of passion as it raged on and on.

  * * * *

  Demit was mesmerized. His gaze raked boldly over her. Pale complexion and long strawberry blonde hair combined with her deep blue eyes made her an exotic beauty. Her jutting breasts were firm in his hands, and her hair was like strands of silk as they wrapped around his hands, his body.

  He liked the way she looked in their bed. He couldn’t wait until she could take them both at once, until they became a threesome in truth not just in words.

  As though the previous minutes had never happened, Xymus began a slow exploration of Ariella’s body, using lips, teeth and tongue, driving her to the edge, while Demit made his way down her body before settling himself between her thighs. He was a big man and he wanted her well prepared for him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her during their joining. Only after they’d made her come again and again, would he finally make love to her.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Your body is not ready to accept me as a lover yet, but soon you will be. I promise.”

  “What do you mean I’m not ready?” She gasped as his finger pressed against her clit. When she instinctively began to move against his finger, he eased a second inside her and then finally a third, stretching her as much as he could so that when he entered her he wouldn’t cause her unnecessary pain.

  “I need you,” she said in low voice, husky with unspent passion. “Now.”

  Demit glanced over at Xymus, caught his mate’s urgent nod. Despite his desire to stay exactly where he was, Demit rolled away from her, now desperate to feel skin pressed against skin. To do that he needed to shed his towel.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Xymus smiled. “You beg so beautifully, mi zoyma. We have no plans to stop, though. Not now and definitely not before morning.”

  Moving closer once more, they began to kiss her again. Demit worked his way down her body while Xymus worshipped her mouth and breasts. The mixed sensations had her tossing her head. Her hands fisted in the silken sheets as they continued to assault her senses.

  Xymus nibbled lightly on her breast, his hand working her other nipple to a hardened peak. She groaned when Demit’s tongue slid through her slit. His tongue lapped at her body’s cream, the warm, wet-velvet circling her clit before he suckled the hardened nub into his mouth. She whimpered. Her thighs clamped closed. Her hands reached down to fist in his hair. She’d heard of such a thing, even fantasized about it, but the fantasy was nothing compared to the reality.

  Demit brought her to the edge again before inserting his finger into her vagina and pressing upward, massaging what she knew now to be her G-spot. Reading about it, fantasizing about it was nothing compared to living it. She screamed out another orgasm as Xymus continued to worship her breasts. When she lay on the bed gasping for air, they each moved away from her again. She wanted to cry, to beg them to stay with her, but the words wouldn’t come.

  Instead of remaining with Demit and Ariella in the mating bed, Xymus moved to the settee in the corner to watch. A spark of something unknown, something naughty filtered through her mind at the thought of Xymus watching them. Her skin heated yet again, sending a fiery blush across her skin.

  * * * *

  Once Xymus moved to the couch, Demit rejoined his mate on the bed. She gasped when skin met skin for the first time. Not wanting to give her time to think, he rolled over and drew her astride him as he leaned them back against the headboard. He’d let her set her own pace, get her used to the feel of how hard he was for her—of how large he could get. He could feel her slick wetness against his cock, and it about killed him to let her have free reign over his body.

  Demit gasped as one hand wrapped around his shaft, lightly squeezing then releasing while the other softly stroked his heavy sac. He groaned, unable to help himself, he needed her so much. He held his position for a few moments, then rolled them both over until he was again on top and growled, “Roll over, my mate. Get on your hands and knees. This first time might be a little rough, but I’ll be as gentle as I can. ”

  She rolled onto her belly and Demit trailed a finger down her spine, sending shivers up and down her body. Even her toes quivered with anticipation. Then he studied her bottom, taking each cheek in his hands, squeezing and molding them. They too were a perfect fit, high and firm. His mouth watered. He couldn’t wait any longer to mount her and he wasn’t sure he wanted to try.

  Ever so slowly, he entered her from behind, inching forward just a bit, and then stopping until her body could adjust. Inch by slow inch he sank into to her. She was so wet, so tight. Nothing had ever felt so exquisite, so absolutely right.

  He kept his movements slow and steady until he was so deep inside of Ariella he could feel her womb pressed against his shaft. The only thing he could think of at that moment was that it was too bad she wasn’t in heat, for then he—he shook his head, no they—could get her with child. That time would come soon enough.

  * * * *

  Ariella was stretched to the limits. He was so large she didn’t think she could move and survive. He must have sensed her discomfort, or maybe she winced, because he stopped until the ache between her thighs eased. When the dull pain passed, he began moving in slow gentle strokes. In and out, until his long slow strokes became faster, sharper, harder.

  Urgency gripped her. Something was building inside her. Something both painful and pleasant and, even though she wasn’t virgin anymore , she didn’t know what to do, how to explain that she needed something more.

  He drew her to a height of passion and love she never could have imagined existed. Ever so slowly, in and out he moved until she was matching his rhythm, meeting his thrusts halfway, eager to feel his body filling hers. Their pace quickened and Demit bent over her, pinning her shoulders with his teeth. Gently his hands outlined the circles of her breasts, then began teasing her nipples unmercifully as he continued to thrust into her tight channel.

  “Please,” she begged, “I need…” She didn’t know how to go on, all she knew was that she was close to something unbelievable, that she couldn’t take his teasing of her body anymore.

  Trailing his hands down her waist and to her hips, Demit whispered into her ear, “What do you need?”

  “More. I need more.”

  Demit gave her more, moving his fingers between her legs, and rubbing her clit until she bucked beneath him, screaming out her release. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through her. The pleasure he gave her was pure and explosive.

  He rubbed the bare skin of her back, her shoulders, gripped her again with his teeth. He began thrusting harder, and deeper, faster than before until he too reached his climax, jetting his hot seed deep inside her. Demit collapsed on top of her, his body still joined with hers. They were flesh agai
nst flesh, man against woman, mate against mate.

  Ariella sighed in utter satisfaction, not even caring that Demit’s limp form still pinned her to the bed. She was too deliriously happy and sated to move.

  * * * *

  Demit took a few moments to gather his wits, then gently eased out of her and rolled to his back, gathering Ariella up into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He wanted to be like this, have her spread all over him every night for the rest of their lives, connecting them even in sleep.

  But even as he thought that, he knew he needed remember that it would be he and Xymus sharing her bed every night, not just the two of them. A wry smile tilted up the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t wait.

  Demit allowed himself a few more minutes of contentment while he waited for Ariella to drift off to sleep. Only once he was sure he wouldn’t disturb her did he ease his way away from her side. He and Xymus needed to bathe her or she’d awaken feeling uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to intimacy with a man and he didn’t want her to feel awkward upon waking. Better to clean her up while she still slept.

  When he glanced over at the couch, Xymus was already standing and making his way toward the bed. Can you gather a few linen cloths from the linen dispenser, Xy, while I fill a basin with water and cleansers?

  Xy’s lips twisted in amusement. You look well and truly fucked, love.

  Shaking his head, Demit smiled as he looked down at their new mate. And the night isn’t over yet.

  Nodding, Xymus turned and headed for the linen dispenser hidden in the wall to the left of the bathing chamber while Demit collected the basin full of warm water and perfumed cleansers.

  We should let her rest for a while. The Lady Goddess said we had until noon tomorrow to complete the mating bond.

  You’re right, Xy. She’s not used to lovemaking and we’ve asked much of her body already this day.

  As Demit washed her nether parts, he winced. Her gate was swollen, red as a fire berry. It would do her good to rest and heal. They’d have to take more care when loving her. She was too precious to them to hurt her, even accidentally. Once he made sure he’d washed away all outward evidence of their lovemaking, he turned to Xymus. “Let’s take a look at what has already been downloaded to her personal computer while she sleeps. I’m sure she’s going to want to meet with Viktor and Ryo upon waking.”

  After quickly placing a chaste kiss against her forward, Demit backed away, making room for Xymus to do the same. Demit watched Xymus pull the blankets over their mate and tuck her in. A Curious warmth and sense of completeness swept over him. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, Demit turned away to wait for Xymus at the bedchamber door.

  As they closed the door to the sleeping chamber, Ariella burrowed into the blankets, a blissful smile spread across her face.

  * * * *

  The first thing she noticed upon waking was the tenderness between her legs. The second was the absence of her mates in the bed beside her. A quick glance around the room confirmed that she was alone.

  Stretching beneath the covers, Ariella smiled. So, that’s what lovemaking is all about. No wonder her sister, Arabella always seemed to walk around with a blissful smile since mating with her men these six moons past. Knowing what she had to look forward to for the rest of her life, she couldn’t wait to get started. But first, she had to speak with Ryo and his new second in command, Viktor.

  No matter how much she’d prefer to entice her mates back to her bed, she’d be better off getting her meeting over with. Then she’d have the rest of her night to spend with Demit and Xymus.

  With that in mind, Ariella threw back the covers and slid out of bed. She winced at the movement, knowing that until she grew accustomed to lovemaking, the tenderness between her legs would be commonplace. Smiling, she couldn’t regret that—not in the least. Mating with her men would probably rate up there as the most amazing thing she’d ever experience.

  Gathering her robe from the end of the bed, Ariella wrapped it around herself and headed for the bathing chamber. After washing her face and using the facilities, she headed out, aware that even now the night was getting away from her.

  As soon as she cracked her bedchamber door open, she spotted her mates. Sitting side-by-side, they were focused on her personal computer terminal. Hopefully the upload of the ship’s data had been completed while she slept. If they were really lucky, one of her men would have discovered which planets seemed the likeliest to still have surviving Hienial Halflings on them.

  With their heads pressed together and their shoulders touching, she almost hated interrupting the intimacy brewing between them, especially after they’d worked so hard to make her feel welcome in their relationship. But, time was growing critically short if they were to complete the mating and speak with Ryo before noon tomorrow.

  “Xymus? Demit? Have you managed to pull anything else out of the database that we didn’t know?” Both men turned at the sound of her voice. Demit’s gray eyes turned slumberous, and Xymus looked her up and down, his grin lecherous in the extreme. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where their minds were. She could feel another blush spread across her cheeks, and knew if they had time, her new mates would be doing their best to get her right back in bed. She almost wished she didn’t need to go anywhere, just to see to what extremes they’d go to make love to her again.

  Demit seemed to snap out of his lusty thoughts first. After clearing his throat, he turned back to the computer console. “We have discovered that no one on the Hienial ship knew the whereabouts of the purple colored planet in the database, however the captain of the vessel was determined to locate it after dropping off his cargo. Rumor had it that the people of that particular planet had strange abilities and the person who could harness them would be all-powerful.”

  “All powerful,” she asked as she closed the distance between them. Looking over Xymus’s shoulder she focused on translating the text Demit was scrolling through. “Did he have any idea where to look?”

  “No,” Xymus answered, “but he’d heard another rumor that one of the women he’d impregnated had heard of this planet. He seemed sure that he’d be able to find it with ease.”

  “Hmmm…do you think he had an idea where to look, then?”

  Demit grimaced. “If he did, he didn’t put it in his personal logs or anywhere else in the database that I can find.”

  Ariella could hear the frustration in his voice. It would have been nice to find out where the purple planet was, but in the meantime, they had other planets to explore. “Has Ryo or Viktor tried to contact me?”

  “No, but your sister did. When we told her you were resting, she said it would keep until you rose.”

  Nodding Ariella walked over to her communication console and punched the code for Ryo’s quarters aboard his vessel. Before the call tone even finished ringing through to his quarters, Ryo’s face filled her view screen.

  Behind her, she heard the sounds of chairs scraping across her flooring and knew that her mates were heading her way. One hand—Demit’s—settled on her right shoulder. Xymus stood to her left and wrapped his right arm around her waist. The three of them faced Ryo as a unit and she couldn’t have felt more complete than she did at that moment.

  Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his neck, Ryo gazed directly into the view screen. “Good evening, Cousin Ariella. You have news from your trip to the surface?” Ryo asked.

  If he only knew. “Yes. Quite a bit actually. First, I’d like you to meet my mates. Xymus to my left, and Demit to my right. They both reported to Viktor and are the ones responsible for securing the data from the crashed vessel below.”

  “Had they made any headway?”

  “Some, but an unexpected visit from grandmother today made breaking the encryption and deciphering the information within the files child’s play.”

  Ryo looked to the right of the screen then straightened in his chair. Within moments, Viktor approached Ryo’s desk from the
left where the camera couldn’t see. She didn’t know how long he’d been in the room or even if there were others still hidden. It wasn’t her place to know that though, just report what had transpired.

  “Tell me everything,” Ryo demanded, his interest now peaked.

  Without hesitation, Ariella began to fill in the details of her day, with Demit and Xymus adding the details she’d glossed over. By the time she’d gotten to the part where her grandmother had lain her hands upon her and gifted her with the Hienial language, both Ryo and Viktor had both risen to face the communications terminal.

  And when she finally started to wind her story down, telling them what Demit and Xymus had learned while she slept, both men wore pained expressions. “With a rumor telling of that much power, there will be a race amongst the various species to find that one planet and acquire the power for themselves,” Viktor muttered.

  Ryo nodded. “Then we must do all we can to find it first, though we cannot and will not ignore the planets where we know the Halflings were abandoned. That is still our primary mission—at least unless the Lady Goddess deems otherwise.”

  “So, what would you like the three of us to do now, Ryo?”

  Ryo’s eyes glinted with laughter. “Follow your grandmother’s directive of course. You have a mating to complete. We’ll see the three of you aboard the command bridge of my vessel tomorrow at noon.”

  With that said, her communications terminal went black. Swallowing the lump that seemed to have lodged in her throat, Ariella turned to her mates and met their heated gazes. “Well, you heard the man…”

  * * * *

  Demit read her thoughts and realized it wasn’t until they were in the bedroom that she even thought about what their true mating would entail. Her sister had once told her how her two mates possessed her at the same time. He felt her fissure of fear as she recalled thinking it sounded painful. Now that she’d had her two men within her, she was sure it would be painful. She was also sure she’d never be able to take them both at the same time.