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Chapter Sixteen

A xxios

I’m sitting in the small chair in the corner of our cabin, already dressed in my black-leather gladiator regalia. That was a new lesson in humility—having my twin dracking dress me. It seems every hoara brings a new revelation of the indignities I’ll be subjected to if I choose to stay in this life.

Then I watch Brie and Braxx. What a great couple they make. Of course, I’d never really seen a couple on Mythros, my only role models were triads. But on the ship, the couples who are paired off look cute and happy.

But I’m not certain how cute and happy these two can remain if my brother can’t get it up for his bride.

And where that leaves me? Nowhere. I found nothing in the Intergalactic Database that spoke to the issue of silvers getting erections after their gold is dead.

I have one more idea, but I’ve put it off for tomorrow. I just didn’t have the stomach for it. I could contact Dr. Merendi back home. He was our family physician. He treated Braxx and me for childhood illnesses as well as the occasional broken bone.

If he doesn’t know the answer to my question, he'll be able to find it. The problem is that my fathers will be fully briefed on my condition and whereabouts within a minima of the communication.

We overthrew our masters more than two months ago. I’ve had ample opportunity to contact them since then. I’ve chosen not to. My parents were always hard on me. I think we all knew on some level that I’d be the golden twin. Even before the change, I was charged with protecting my gem.

I knew they’d blame me for his death even though I was piloting my own ship at the time. Now that he’s alive, I gave some thought to a quick trip to Mythros to see the family. It didn’t appeal. I assumed Braxx would ask to go at some point, but I think first his Angel and now his twin have been at the top of his priority list, not our parents.

With this paralysis, I can visualize in detail what our reception will be. I can imagine them giving Braxx drack for not protecting me—even though that’s ridiculous. And I’m certain B knows as well as I do that bringing a human home to meet the parents will not thrill any of them.

It would be nice to spare all of us that drama.

But I may have to call Dr. Merendi tomorrow. I’ll do anything to make the cute couple standing in front of me happy.

“You two look fantastic. I had no idea talent shows were a gala affair,” I tell them brightly. Braxx is dressed in an outfit matching mine. His back is covered in clear plas-film under the black leather sash, as is mine.

Brie’s wearing a simple pink dress she borrowed from Grace for the occasion. It’s not fancy in the slightest, but except for the Mirasian silk she wore to the dracking fair, I’ve never seen her in anything but leggings and the shapeless, baggy top she calls a t-shirt.

She smiles shyly. Someday I’d love for her to know—really know down to the depths of her soul—how beautiful she is. Perhaps it will take more time. Nothing else has worked.

There’s a knock on our cabin door and Braxx looks like he just got caught filching money from our mother’s purse. I only have a moment to wonder what he’s hiding before he throws the door open and invites whoever’s out in the hall inside.

Dax carries in a three- fierto tall contraption. Both males are beaming. By her expression, it’s clear Brianna’s not in on the little secret—nor am I.

“See you in an hoara ,” Dax says as he hurries out.

“An exoskeleton, Axx!” Braxx grabs the computerized walking device, comes over and clasps me on the shoulder. “I’ve been designing it and producing it on the 3D printer all day. Let’s get you walking.”

Setting it in front of me, he maneuvers my legs into it. It’s compact, with little more than two sturdy rods that hug the contours of the outside of each leg. The rods connect around the back of the waist. That and a wrist controller are all I need.

I stand and almost fall. I need to figure out my center of gravity. B is patient with me, letting me lean most of my weight on his shoulder until I get the hang of it. In less than five minimas I manage to quickly pace from the door to the back wall and return.

As soon as I can shamble on my own, I let go of B’s shoulder and do a few more laps. On my own. Now that I feel moderately competent, I take a moment to glance at Brie.

She’s given me room to practice with the gizmo, and is standing just inside the bathroom threshold. Her smile shows a combination of pride and joy. “I’m so happy for you, Axx. How does it feel?”

“I never knew how good standing and walking felt until I was relegated to a chair for the past few days. Being able to look at my gem eye to eye again—that’s amazing.”

I’m smiling. Not only can I walk, I feel like I can fly. A weight has been lifted off me. And look at my bondmates. Braxx pulled Brianna into the room and has his arm around her waist. They’re both so happy for me. This is what I’ve wanted all my life.

I’ve quit paying attention to my legs and movement, and almost stumble, but I right myself. Can I do this? Can I allow myself to remain here and let these two love me? I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow. I just know that right now I think I might be able to stay.

Brianna

I love these guys. Those are the only words coursing through my thoughts. I’m choked up and hot tears are welling in my eyes. I love Braxx, he’s so easy to love. And I love Axx, too. He’s got more layers than his twin, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Somehow I maneuver us into a tight circle and force a group hug. It’s so good to look up at Axx again. Oh, the way he’s looking at me, like he could administer the antidote he promised me right this minute, I actually feel weak in the knees.

“Maybe we could skip the talent show?” I wheedle. “There are twenty-two other people on board. I doubt they’ll miss the chubby girl and the handsome twins.”

Whoa. By the expression on both their faces, you’d think I just said their mother looked like a baboon. Axx’s face turns to golden thunder. Braxx’s turns to lightning.

“Come here,” Axx orders as he pulls me into the bathroom.

The three of us stand in front of the mirror above the sink. Their faces are so serious, a little thought pricks the back of my mind that they’re planning a punishment I might not like.

“Tell me what you see,” Braxx instructs. Both of them are looking at me through our reflection in the mirror, and by the looks of things, they wish they could shoot lasers out of their eyes.

“Two handsome guys,” my voice quivers, “and me.”

The corners of their mouths slash down even further as my eyes flick from one to the other.

“More,” Axx dictates.

“Two huge, muscled Mythrian males, one silver and one gold. Dressed up for a night on the town—gladiator style. Turquoise eyes, chiseled cheekbones, masculine lips. Nice hair?” I end on a question, hoping I’ve passed the test.

“And the person in the middle?” Braxx asks.

“Describe her,” Axx commands.

Well crap. I was avoiding that. I’m usually so good at not seeing my own reflection.

“Dark brown hair, green eyes, pink dress.” There. That should do it. I look up at Braxx, usually the softer of the two, hoping the quiz is over.

“Stop it, Brie. Don’t make light of this,” he says, his face still tight with anger.

If his face is this irritated, I don’t want to spare a glance at his tougher, angrier brother.

I look into the mirror, trying to see what they want me to see. I don’t know what they’re fishing for.

“Brown hair,” I repeat, “green eyes. Freckles?” Is that what they want?

Braxx looks furious. I’ve never seen him this angry, even when they told him his gem would never walk again. It’s Axxios whose face has softened. He stands behind me, gently resting his hands on my shoulders.

“Try this, Angel. Look into my eyes in the mirror.” He pauses. “Really look, that’s right.” His voice is sensitive and tender. That’s the voice you could hold onto during a rough patch. It’s full of warm affection.

“Good job. What do you see?”

The river of time seems to stop flowing. I know this is serious. I consciously unclench every muscle in my body and try to breathe easy. My shoulders relax, my jaw slackens and I lose myself in his gaze.

“That’s right, Angel, tell me what you see in my eyes. Only my eyes.”

“Love?” The awareness hits me like an avalanche. “Love, Axx. I see so much love. Oh my God. So much.” A liquid warmth suffuses my chest as I allow myself to receive it.

“That’s right. Now look at Braxx’s eyes in the mirror. What do you see?”

Somehow I gather the nerve to look—all the fury is gone from his gaze. I see him regarding me with so much affection I feel lightheaded. It’s penetrating me and moving through me like a wave of warm, passionate energy. It’s so intense it could be overwhelming, but it’s not.

“What do you see?” Braxx prompts gently.

“Love. You guys love me.” I’m full-on crying now, my lips are quivering and I can’t take my eyes off the mirror as my gaze bounces from one pair of compassionate blue eyes to the other.

“Now,” Axx says. “Imagine you’re looking through our eyes and look at yourself. Describe yourself.”

It’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done to tear my eyes from his and look at myself. My image wavers before my eyes, then crystallizes.

I take a long moment to allow the emotions swirling inside me to register with my brain. When I look at myself through their eyes, everything changes. Like getting a new pair of glasses, everything looks different.

“I see Brianna.” I breathe deeply. “Cute upturned nose, intelligent green eyes, they’re inquisitive. I see a perfect mouth, just made for smiling...and kissing. I see a graceful neck, the ideal smattering of freckles, and look...,” I pause and look first to one twin and then the other. “Dear God, I look just like I belong with both of you.”

I know they’re smiling down at me, and I want to look at them right now, I do. But first my lids slam closed and I just savor this moment. For the first time in my life I feel totally at home in this body. This is my body and I fully inhabit it. I belong here, dammit, and nothing needs to change. I’m fine exactly as I am.

I have to say that out loud, right this minute, “I’m fine exactly as I am.” Then louder, “I’m fine exactly as I am.”

And I realize my guys are chanting it now, “You’re fine exactly as you are, Angel.”

They bend down and envelop me in a three-way hug that touches my heart, and my soul.

“We belong together, Angel.” Axx captures my chin in his hand and lifts my face until I’m looking at him. “We’re a beautiful triad. We’re going to make it through all of this together.” His voice still sounds so serious. I wonder if he’s reassuring himself as well as me.

“Speaking of three’s…” Axx steps behind me and turns me toward the mirror. “Close your eyes.” He reaches over my head, then I feel him place a necklace around my neck. I’m already smiling. I know exactly what it is.

“Open your eyes,” Braxx urges.

It’s the necklace he showed me on Fairea. My hand flies to it. I adore the feel of it, the fact that it’s already warming from my body heat, and that it symbolizes our tri-bond. I’m torn between holding it and letting go so I can get a good picture of what it looks like on my skin.

“I love it. It’s the perfect symbol for our tri-bond—gold for Axx, silver for Braxx and pink rose gold for me.” I’ll admit it, I’m tearing up.

I glance up at them both, they’re looking at me with love and admiration. My stomach does a happy flip.

“But you’ve still got to sit through an entire talent show before we administer your antidote,” Braxx jokes, a sexy smile slashing across his face.

And then he’s kissing me. Not soft, tentative kisses, but hard, claiming ones. The kind of kisses that usually accompany a good fucking. But he’s barely touching me anywhere except my shoulders. He’s pulling me close and kissing the shit out of me like he owns me.

My response is not to push him away. My core responds with warm approval in the form of clenching and copious amounts of lubrication.

“Braxx, we have to leave soon,” my words protest, but I press myself so close to him daylight couldn’t peep through. My heel has snaked behind his knee, pulling him closer.

“Right you are, Angel,” Axx agrees, his voice soft and soothing even as he sweeps my hair off the back of my neck and nibbles behind my ear.

He’s known my secret spot for ages and loves to use it against me. I’m panting even as I move my hands to Braxx’s magnificent ass and pull him against me so hard I can ride his cock through the stiff black leather that protects it.

They must have communicated through their twinlink, because they both kiss me once more—a bit too chastely for my taste—and stand up to their full height.

“We should go,” Axx says forcefully, even as he’s apologizing with his gaze.

Axxios

The sheer joy of being able to walk to the dining hall on my own power is surpassed only by the pride of having my little family with me. Brie’s in the middle, exactly where she should be, and Braxx is on her other side. We’re all walking in step, talking excitedly with each other, as if there’s only the future ahead of us. As if Braxx and I hadn’t both almost died within the last lunar cycle. As if I wasn’t damaged beyond repair.

We arrive a few minutes before the show is to start. Stryker smiles and nods at me. Dax’s impossibly deep voice booms out, “Good to see you walking again, Axxios.” Maddie gives me a long hug, then asks if she can bring me a snack.

I receive a few happy waves and many more congratulatory comments. Everyone on board is genuinely glad for my good fortune. I don’t think it’s all about the fact I walked in here on my own power, they’re all happy to see the three of us together and holding hands.

We take our seats a moment before the talent show starts. I grab three seats in the back row to give us privacy.

I’ve never been to a talent show before. Are they all like this? It’s interminable. There are some entertaining moments. Grace’s melodic music was lovely as usual. Petra performed an interesting gymnastic routine while wearing clothes that covered her from ankle to neckline. I’m certain her “costume” was designed by Shadow, her protective mate.

And who knew huge Dax of all males would recite the most sensitive love poem ever written by a member of his race? His entire performance was executed while gazing deeply into Dahlia’s eyes with utmost sincerity.

B and I each held one of Brie’s hands during his poetic recitation. I could tell she was getting choked up. If I was still a complete male, my cock would be hard as mamnite . I love that Brie gets emotional about Braxx and me.

I consult my heart. I’ve always had an intense bond with my gem, many who knew us remarked on how close we’ve always been. And Brie? I would have given my life for her since the day I met her, and that was before my emotions returned from where they were buried for decades. Now I love her. I would do anything to keep her from pain—either physical or emotional.

Have I really decided to stay in this triad? Have I transformed from a male who was ready to take my leave of this lifetime to being willing to stay? All in the span of a handful of hoaras ?

Gathering my emotions in check, I wonder what it’s going to feel like to watch my silver take the lead in the bedroom tonight. I’ll be sidelined—able to bestow a few kisses, assist with a finger or a tongue, but will have to watch my brother conduct the “big finish.” I can only imagine how completely that will decimate any shred of ego I might have left. By the way my heart is squeezing inside my chest, I wonder if I might call Dr. Merendi tomorrow after all.

I try to pay attention to the show. Other than Grace and Petra, who have true talent, I realize we’re watching one gladiator after another get up on stage and “perform.” The idea of talent seems to be optional for the males—and they all seem to be having a great time.

I wonder what it is about planet Earth that none of the women are willing to be dragged up on stage.

“No!” Maddie screams when Stryker attempts to get her to join him for a song that could cause a healthy person’s ears to bleed.

“Why don’t any of the females want to have fun?” I whisper to Brie.

“Because it’s not ‘fun’ to feel like a fool,” she whispers back.

“But no one’s a fool, Brie. It’s just a good time.”

“Not for us. On Earth there’s a difference between having fun and being made fun of.”

I squeeze her hand to show support, even though it’s hard to understand the females’ reluctance to play. I wonder if there’s something in their culture that contributes to this, and if it’s the same thing that makes my angel so self-conscious about the way she looks.

My reassuring grasp on her hand turns sensual as I take one finger and circle it in her palm. She’s so responsive, her mouth opens on the tiniest gasp as her eyes flash to mine. I point out what I’m doing to Braxx through our twinlink, and within modicums , he’s mimicking my movements down to the same pace and direction in her other palm.

Within a minima I can smell Brie’s arousal. I lean over, breathe hotly in her ear, and say, “I want you to sit on my face tonight.” I don’t take my eyes off Stryker who’s up on the makeshift stage giving an exhibition on how to tie knots. Brie sucks in a breath as her scent blooms sweeter in the air.

I hear Braxx’s deep whisper, “I want to hear the exact pitch of your scream when you come on my cock.”

I feel her wiggle her hips in her seat.

“Sit still, Brianna. Don’t break any rules or we’ll have to punish you again.”

She takes a breath, about to protest, then glances up at me and sees my authoritative gaze. Clamping her mouth shut, she closes her mouth and tightens every muscle in her body.

“Trying to be a good girl, Brie? Good girls are rewarded,” my tone is full of promise.

“You do want a reward, don’t you?” Braxx whispers to her.

She makes a slight strangled sound in the back of her throat and swallows.

Stopping the gentle circles I’m making on her soft palm, I reach up and slowly, sensually lift her long hair off her neck and lay it over her other shoulder. Even though we’re in the back row of the audience and no one is looking, I act nonchalant as I trace my thumb in lazy circles on the back of her neck.

This spot is her weakness. I watch her eyelids flutter down for a long moment. Her jaw muscles clench even tighter. I can only imagine the muscles in her core clamping in on themselves as she tries to control her rising arousal.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her lean forward almost imperceptibly to press her sensitive bottom into the seat. I lean over, lick her earlobe and then the whorls inside her ear. She gasps quietly, then releases one soft pant, trying to maintain her composure. “You broke a rule, little Angel. You might want to give some thought to what you’re willing to do to atone.”

I’ve never before heard the sound that escapes her. It’s a cross between a squeak and a strangled moan.

“Mercy, Axx. Please, let me get to our room before you make me spontaneously combust.” She looks at me, her green eyes wide, pleading. I take pity on her and remove my hand from her neck to chastely grasp her hand. My silver, though, drags her hair to the other side of her neck, rests his elbow on the back of her chair, and slides his fingertips from the collar of her dress to her hairline.

“Braxx.” I hear her hiss. “Please.”

But his hand never ceases its lazy caress up and down, then left to right along the sensitive flesh of her neck.

Shadow’s boring lecture about the history of Gaia grinds to a halt. He’s been obsessed with it of late, believing the ancient Gaians seeded all of our planets with their DNA and then let life evolve. He’s convinced that’s why most humanoid species throughout the galaxy have 98% common genetic material. He wants us to search farther into uncharted space looking for their planet of origin. He believes they’re still there and will welcome us. Personally, I think this is delusional.

“Thank you, Shadow, that was very informative,” Anya says. “How about one more round of applause for everyone who performed tonight?”

I’m not certain I can listen to one more word. I can’t wait for me and my gem to slip my bondmate into bed. Tomorrow I might have mixed feelings about my future, but what tonight has in store? Of that, I have no doubt. My new mate will scream with pleasure until she begs for mercy. Many times.

Brianna

The three of us walked back to our wing hand in hand, just as we walked to the dining hall ninety minutes ago. However, as soon as we crossed the threshold of the double doors that separate our wing from the rest of the crew, everything changed.

The twins’ mental bond must be getting stronger every day because they were coordinated down to the last second.

Braxx slid his hands from the outside of my knees up my dress to my waist, skimmed down my panties, and pulled them off of me at the same moment Axx pulled me up and straddled me open across his waist.

Axx strode right past our cabin doorway to the solarium at the end of the hall. I’ve only been in here once before, on cleanup day. This room is magical. It’s bullet-shaped, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides except the wall with the entry door. Even the ceiling is a shallow dome comprised of windows.

Last time I was here I got distracted by the endless array of sparkling stars interspersed between purple-blue nebulae. Right now though, how could I pay attention to anything other than what the guys are doing to my body?

Braxx drags my dress over my head, struggles for less than ten seconds with my bra, then pulls out the knife he bought on Fairea which was attached to his belt. He doesn’t activate the laser, just uses the sharp blade to cut the strap and pull it off me.

“ Drack , Brie,” he breathes into my ear. “The smell of your arousal almost made this silver rut you on that dracking stage.”

“Touch her channel, Braxx,” his brother suggests. “I bet she’s dripping wet for us.”

Braxx does just that and sucks in a harsh breath. He rides two fingers from my core to my clit and back again. He presses his chest against my back, pushing me even more tightly against his twin, then steps out of the way as Axx flattens me against one of the tall window panes.

The chill of the glass jolts me to a sharper level of consciousness. I open my heavy lids and look into Axx’s eyes of piercing turquoise blue. I’m riding his waist, my legs straddling his hips. I’m only vaguely aware of the plastic exoskeleton struts notched under my thighs.

Braxx is to my side, his tongue biting the cords of my neck and his fingers plucking my nipples.

“Want to give her release here, gem?” Braxx asks, his impassioned voice like rough gravel.

“She was so naughty in the dining room, Braxx. I saw her rocking against the seat of her chair. Five more minimas in here.” He tells his comm to set a five-minute timer, then, “Tease her little bud, gem.”

Braxx’s fingers leave one of my nipples, slide down my flank, between my thighs and immediately drive into my dripping channel from behind. When they’ve collected enough of my liquid, he paints my clit with it before gently circling it.

“Braxx, please,” I’m begging, feeling no shame in the act, only desperation. I’m wiggling, writhing, trying to get his fingers to assuage my frenzied need. I smell my own arousal. I hear my little pants as if they’re far off. I shutter my eyes, already on total overload.

He pulls his touch away, his fingers resting on my inner thigh. “Are you breaking rules again, Brie? We’ll have to teach you to be still.”

Axx’s hands slide down and rest where the meat of my ass meets my thighs. His warm fingers are close enough to my wet heat to vie with his brother’s for my attention.

I want to scream, I want to pummel Axx’s plas-film-covered back, then scratch the bare skin of his flanks. I don’t do that, I just kiss him, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth. My prehistoric brain, the only part of my mind still capable of thought, is trying to distract me from the urgent need pulsing in my clit.

Braxx seems happy with my compliance, because his fingers slip back into me. They give me a modicum of relief even as they ramp my need higher.

“Let’s get our Angel into our bed,” Axx breathes, his voice so low and deep I almost don’t comprehend his words.

“Yes, administer the antidote,” his brother agrees as he deliberately pumps me once, twice, three times more and then retreats.

This wing is abandoned except for us. It’s the work of a moment for us to quick-march back to our room, my core still pressed to Axx’s belly. In less than a minute Axx has gently tumbled me onto the bed.

Braxx grabbed my clothes and has tossed them onto the dresser. He’s already scrambled out of his regalia. Even in my lust-induced haze, I can’t tear my eyes from him—he’s so amazing to look at. The twins’ features are identical, with aquiline noses, high cheekbones, and lips that demand to be kissed.

But to see him standing there, his thick cock jutting toward me, pulsing slightly with every heartbeat—it makes my mouth dry with desire. He’s thinner than his gem. When he moves I can see every perfect muscle slide under his silver skin.

I feel that odd swirl of energy I experienced when the three of us were together on Fairea. It’s pulsating and circling and building with each circuit. It must have something to do with the twinbond—no, maybe this is the tri-bond. It feels powerful and connected and somehow sweet at the same time. It’s this moment, right here, that cements my thoughts that this union is perfect, maybe preordained. The three of us were meant to be together.

There’s a dim thought in the back of my head calling to me, increasingly louder. It tells me I should be worried about what’s going to happen next. Because in the next hour, every sex act that can be performed between two men and one woman is going to transpire.

I’ve given it enough thought to wonder if it will hurt. But these are my bondmates. Nothing is going to happen in this bed that won’t be wonderful, I’m certain of that.

I glance over at Axxios and glimpse just a fraction of his expression before he schools his features into the bland appearance I’ve come to know is his hiding face. He’s sitting on his chair, his exoskeleton removed and lying on the floor. The chair is too far from the bed for him to transfer on his own power.

He and his twin must be communicating through their link. Braxx’s sensual I-want-to-get-down-to-business face has been replaced with his I-need-to-care-for-my-twin face. He hurries to his naked brother’s side and lifts him onto the bed.

The moment has been doused with ice water. I can’t read Axx’s mind like his twin can, but I know as sure as I’m breathing that he’s lost in despair. I imagine we’re all thinking of what’s missing at this moment instead of what we have.

Well, Braxx wasn’t the only one who was busy today. I took a deep dive into the Intergalactic Database when I wasn’t fantasizing about the “antidote” I was going to receive tonight.

As Braxx would say, everything is going to work out , at least if I have anything to say about it.

I wait until Braxx settles onto his side of the bed, then tell the computer to turn out the lights. For a moment I consider telling the guys about the scientific journals I read from all over the galaxy about erections after spinal cord injuries. That will be as sexy as Shadow’s lecture about Gaia. I decide to just launch into action.

I straddle Axx, my dripping core against his ripped belly, then lean down to kiss him. All the alpha sexual energy he used to exude is gone. If I could see his face, I’d know for sure, but I’m pretty certain most of his attention isn’t on me. His thoughts are probably on everything he lacks.

I keep kissing him, just lips on lips. I don’t want to be the aggressor here—he needs to come back and join this party on his own.“You promised me release, Axx. Apply the antidote.” I keep riding him, pressing my core against him as I graze his chest with my pebbled nipples.

Axxios

If this triad is going to have half a chance of succeeding, I need to get my mind in this bed and stop thinking about contacting Dr. Merendi. Drack it. I’ve wallowed in self-pity long enough. I’m the gold, I do hard things, I don’t give up, I don’t settle for second best, nor do I give it.

I focus on this moment. My angel, the female I’ve known would be my bondmate since I was five years old, is in my arms. The room is bathed in the scent of her arousal, the sound of her desperate pants permeates the air. My gem is nearby, and although he’s trying to keep his quiet thoughts out of my awareness, I know he’s more than ready to plunge his cock into our mate. The only thing missing is me, and by all the Gods, I’m back and fully present in this room.

I grip Brie’s shoulders as I invade her mouth with my tongue. She slips her hands behind my head and presses herself against me as if she can’t get enough of my taste—as I can’t get enough of hers. Her skin is warmer than I’ve ever felt it. She’s burning for me—for us.

“Braxx and I will give you release when we’re good and ready, little Angel,” my voice is deep and breathy. My palms slide down her back and grab the cheeks of her ass, pressing her core against me even harder.

“Ride me, Brie,” I order her as my hands work her against my pelvis. I can’t feel anything below my waist, but I must be using just the right pressure because her breathing is louder now, and jagged. She sits upright on me, and increases the pressure she’s using to grind her nub against my pubic bone.

I reach a finger behind her, between her cheeks to dip it inside her wet channel and my breath quickens with her sharp gasp of pleasure. She’s panting and rotating her hips, trying to find relief.

“Join us, gem,” I urge Braxx. He slides in behind her and cups her breasts in his palms, plucking her nipples. “Computer, lights on dim.” I want to see this.

It’s spectacular. Brie’s skin is flushed reddish pink. Her chin is tilted toward the ceiling, her eyes closed. She’s riding in a cocoon of pleasure so deep she’s not even complaining about the lights. Braxx’s hands are working her nipples, his cock pressed to her ass.

“Fuck her sweet pussy, gem,” I say on a moan. Although my cock isn’t working, my libido—the sexual thoughts in my head—are ramping up my enjoyment.

I help her lie forward on my chest, knowing her pink folds will be presented to my twin for both their pleasure. He leans forward and kisses her sweetly. She hooks my neck in the crook of her elbow, pulling me close to join their kiss.

“Are you ready, Angel?” Braxx asks.

“I’ve been ready all day.”

I feel her thrust herself back, signaling her eagerness.

Braxxus

“I love you, Angel,” I tell her as I slide the head of my cock along her slick folds.

“I love you, too, Braxx. I love you both.”

I press into her warm tightness in one motion. Heaven. This must be what they talked about when they described heaven in temple back home. I stop moving for a moment and kiss her neck as I get acclimated to the firm warmth squeezing my cock. I’ve dreamt of this for decades and yet had no idea anything could produce this level of bliss.

I rock back, then forward no more than an ince . The pleasure is so intense I need to pause again to gather control. I rock again, beginning to get the hang of this. I look over to see Axx licking a nipple with his tongue, squeezing the other with his fingers, then kissing her with passion. My Angel is in good hands. All I need to do is focus on the noises she’s making. The louder she gets, the longer I’ll keep doing what pleases her.

I find a rhythm that pulls a long, low moan from her. I discover an angle that makes her scream louder.

Her hands are clenched in the sheets; I place mine over hers. “I love you, Brianna,” I tell her as I increase my pace. She shrieks in pleasure as I feel her muscles clench me stiffly, first her hands, then her tight channel. The experience of her muscles milking me in long, rolling waves is so intense I jet into her as I grunt in satisfaction.

“Oh my God,” she says, her breathing still heaving from the exertion and her release. “Wow.”

I roll her off Axx and join her on her other side. We’re all silent for a moment, well, silent except for our heavy panting.

I want to float in this bliss for just a moment. For just this minima I don’t want to worry about my gem, but my thoughts flick toward his of their own volition. The fingers of my mind gently reach into his emotions. I sense a modicum of peace. Good.

Brianna

My body feels so good, but after being amped up on hormones all day, I’m not nearly done. Besides, I’ve been worried about Axx, as well as the whole threesome thing.

First, I just want to enjoy the afterglow. Braxx is curved toward me on one side, stroking my hair and kissing my hand. Axx is kissing me, his hand stroking my thigh as if he knows I’m going to be ready for round two in a moment and he wants to be prepared.

Axx’s hand slides higher, tracing the line at the juncture of thigh and torso. If it was softer, it would tickle, but this elicits feelings of a different variety.

“Mmmm,” I say as I scoot closer to his touch. He complies by dipping his long, thick finger into me and starting a slow rhythm.

I could find my release in a minute this way, especially now that Braxx’s teeth are nipping the tight bud of my breast, but I have other ideas.

I slide out of both of their embrace and crouch between Axx’s legs.

“No, Brie,” his tone is loud and firm and almost panicked. “Don’t!”

I grab his waist and lick downward from his navel. I have a feeling if I don’t hurry he’s going to heave me off of him, so I slide lower and take him into my mouth in one swift movement. I used to love to do this when we were slaves and the lights were out in our cell block. I learned every movement he liked. I knew the pressure and the pace that drove him wild. His responses then were nothing like they are now.

His cock is still partly flaccid, but I keep my rhythm, licking and swirling and adding vibration with a long, deep moan from the back of my throat. What do you know, he’s fully erect, just like the articles on the Intergalactic Database promised.

“I want you both inside me. I want to be fully bondmates,” my embarrassed whisper is so soft and low I can’t imagine either of them heard me.

But they did.

Axx pulls me up and kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt. “I love you, Brianna. You’re a gift.” He spears me with a look so long and deep and full of affectionate warmth I feel it to the depths of my soul.

I’m still slick with my arousal as well as Braxx’s release. I ease myself down on him in little pulses, reveling in the experience of him filling me, stretching me. I adore this position, being able to look into his eyes. That look I always wanted from him is there now, flowing out of him and into me. The pendant symbolizing our love captures my attention as it swings in and out of my vision.

“Are you sure about this, Angel?” Axx asks. “Braxx can join us another time.”

“There’s oil on the bedside table,” is my reply, even though my voice quavered rather than coming out boldly like I would have preferred.

Braxx applies warm oil to my back hole, tentatively at first. It’s arousing as he circles the outer rim. He’s taking his time as we both warm to the idea.

Then his finger presses inward in little increments. I’m totally focused on his movements, assessing the feeling. “That feels good, B,” I murmur as I press back into him.

This must give him the permission he was waiting for, because now he’s emboldened and moving a bit deeper. I focus on the feeling of tightness, being filled, and the intensity of the experience when a second finger joins the first.

This heightens the pressure, but I can’t call it pain in any way. We keep moving, me riding Axx, Braxx moving in me from behind.

“Ready, Angel?” Braxx breathes into my ear.

I’m still a bit nervous, but I answer, “Yes.”

He pulls out, slathers himself with oil, and presses against me. What was I thinking? This isn’t the size of one finger—or two. These boys are well-endowed. But B goes slow and begins to whisper deliciously dirty things in my ear while Axx urges us both on.

“I’m going to make you come, Brie,” Braxx tells me confidently as he presses harder. “I want you to say my name when you do.”

He presses a bit stronger as Axx’s finger circles my clit. Oh, too many sensations to pay attention to.

Braxx takes that moment to fully breach my backside and the moment of pain comes and goes in an instant.

“Fuck,” I moan as I press back toward him. He surges forward and back a few more times until he’s fully seated.

“Oh my God. I love you guys,” I say. I can’t pay attention to anything other than the feeling of being filled by the two males I love more than I’ve ever loved anything in my lifetime. The combination of emotional as well as physical overwhelm adds to the pleasure.

Braxx is pumping me from the rear, I’m riding Axx, and his hand is doing all the right things to my clit. My noises ramp louder as my release thunders down on me. A moment later I hear Braxx’s loud groan from behind me and Axx’s short bark from in front.

I collapse on Axx, with Braxx covering me from behind. I can tell he’s holding all his weight on his arms so he doesn’t squish me, so I tip us all to the side.

“So we’re bondmates now?” I smile at Axx.

He spears me with a look so deep, so serious, I’m almost afraid of what he’s going to say.

“We’ve always been bondmates, Brianna. What happened here just spoke to the deepest part of our brains that might not have gotten the message yet.”

I smile and press my lips to his. “I think what we just did was eloquent enough to send the message to the buried recesses of my antiquated ‘lizard’ brain.”

“I got the message a long time ago,” Braxx says from behind me. “I’m glad you two caught up. I told you everything would work out.”

Axxios

I never wanted things to be this way. As a younger male, I envisioned myself hale and hearty when I thought of my first night in my bonding bed. I didn’t ask to be paralyzed. If someone had told me this was the way it would be, I would have said it wasn’t fair.

But two lunar cycles ago I was a slave bound for death in the gladiator arena, and I thought my gem was dead. If someone had told me then that I’d have the loveliest bondmate in the galaxy laughing and kissing me in my bed within a few lunar cycles, I would have called them a liar.

So no, this isn’t exactly what I dreamed of, but it might be more than I deserve. I won’t be calling Dr. Mirendi tomorrow. I think I’ll be practicing with my exoskeleton, getting back to work on the bridge, and figuring out how to better let my love shine through to my gem and my bondmate.