Page 15 of Her Alien Cyborgs (The Drift: Haven Colony #10)

She ended up walking the last stretch to her cabin, but there was a good reason for it. Both her males were carrying their mattresses and an assortment of bedding. She had their pillows, and the three of them formed an odd sort of parade as they made their way to her room.

“Ship, open my cabin door and retract my bed, please.”

“Requested changes in progress,” the AI said.

“Too bad the AI can’t carry this mattress. This thing keeps bending in strange places,” Kalan muttered.

“They do that. I’ve been assured it’s just physics and they’re not sentient, but sometimes I wonder,” Hezza joked.

“If anything on this ship is sentient other than the three of us, I’m tossing it out the nearest airlock,” Fyr’enth said.

“After stabbing it repeatedly,” Kalan agreed.

She laughed and led them into her cabin.

It wasn’t a large room by any measure, but it was far bigger than the cabins she’d assigned to them.

Most of the space was storage with a decently sized closet and cubbies for clothes, shoes, and other belongings.

Unlike the crew cabins, she had room for a small desk and a comfortable chair.

It wasn’t much, but it gave her a place to deal with the paperwork that was a surprisingly large part of the job.

Her soon-to-be lovers set the mattresses down beside each other. They covered nearly half the room and stretched from wall-to-wall. That done, they laid out the blankets they’d brought while she tossed the pillows in a heap on one side.

Good enough.

They must have felt the same way because the second the bed was made, they started to undress. She joined them. Was it sexy? Not really, though she did enjoy the view. Silver scales, hard muscle, and… damn. Everything she’d heard about Vardarian anatomy was true.

If her intel about their size was accurate, could her other tidbit of information be right, too?

Without saying anything, she walked up to Kalan and gently ran her fingers up his spine. As she reached the spot between his wings, he sucked in a breath and shivered.

Oh yeah, it was true.

“What did she do?” Fyr’enth asked sharply.

“I don’t know.” Kalan spun to face her. “Do that again,” he demanded.

Feeling brazen, she moved in close enough that his cock was pressed to the soft curve of her stomach. Then she reached around to stroke the sensitive spot between his wings.

He groaned and shuddered as he rocked his hips against her. “That is…how did you know to do that?”

“It’s something I heard about on Haven.”

“Show me,” Fyr’enth said.

“Wait your turn,” Kalan snarled and snaked a possessive arm around her waist.

She ignored his outburst and gestured with her free hand. “Come stand beside Kal. I’ll show you.”

As Fyr’enth moved into place, she looked up at Kalan. “Being together means sharing everything, even our pleasure.”

Fyr’enth clasped his brother on the shoulder. “She is ours.”

Kalan kissed her gently before speaking again. “Yes, she is. Our zana .”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Treasure,” Fyr’enth said, his voice soft.

Something shifted deep inside her, like a missing piece of her life suddenly clicked into place. Choked with emotions she couldn’t name, she reached up to stroke Fyr’enth’s back. She wasn’t ready to deal with feelings right now. Tonight was about something else.

Pleasure.

When they moved, it wasn’t in the direction she expected.

Instead of the makeshift bed, they led her to the chair near her desk.

It was larger than was practical for the space, but she liked it too much to get rid of it.

It was well-padded, with an upholstered back and a wide seat framed by solid armrests.

She’d even fitted it with magnets that ensured it stayed put no matter how wildly she maneuvered.

“The chair?” she asked. “Why not the bed?”

“We have something in mind, and the chair works,” Fyr’enth said.

They guided her into the position they wanted, and she willingly complied with their instructions. Soon, she kneeled on the seat with her arms crossed over the back of the chair. Her knees sank into the cushions, and the soft fabric caressed her bare legs and belly.

“Not quite,” Kalan said. He moved beside her, one hand cupping her breast. He coaxed her upward, until her breasts hung over the back of the chair with her arms braced across the top.

Only then did he move in front of her, letting her see him fully.

The only word to describe him was beautiful. He was all hard muscle and perfectly sculpted features, like a statue cast in the purest silver.

Gently, she wrapped her fingers around Kalan’s cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip.

To her delight, his scales shimmered in response to her touch. She knew it was just a reflex, but it made her feel powerful to have so much of an effect on this big, dangerous male.

She stroked him again, her grip firmer this time. He groaned and reached down to take her breasts into his hands. He ran the tip of one finger around each nipple several times before rolling them between his fingers and giving them a light squeeze that made her gasp.

“You liked that?” Kalan asked.

“I did. Do it again, please.”

“So polite,” Fyr’enth said. “Do you think she’ll ask so nicely when she begs for release?”

She turned to look over her shoulder in surprise. She’d expected Kalan to be the dirty talker of the pair. “It’s always the quiet ones,” she said.

His grin was pure wickedness as he smoothed both hands down her back and then over the curve of her ass.

Pleasure piled upon pleasure as they explored her body and learned what she liked. After a while, she thought of something.

“As much as I hate to say this, one of you needs to let go of me and retrieve something from the cubby near where my bed was. On the left side, near the corner.”

Kalan sighed. “Now?”

“Trust me, you’ll want what’s in that bottle,” she assured him.

He had to be guided to the right spot, but the little bottle was exactly where she remembered putting it. She’d never used it, but Saral had gifted it to her during a previous visit and had insisted she keep it, “just in case.”

“What is this?” Kalan asked once he’d returned.

“ Uli oil,” she said as she opened the cap and poured some of the contents onto her upturned hand. “It’s a pleasure-enhancing oil. A friend of mine on Haven gave me some.” She caught his scowl and clarified. “A happily mated female friend.”

In an effort to end the discussion, she placed her oily fingers on his cock and spread more of the oil across his skin. His next breath came out in an explosive hiss, and his cock twitched between her fingers.

“ Fraxx . What is this friend’s name? I need to thank her someday.”

“Her name is Saral, and she would say no thanks are needed so long as you provide me with orgasms.”

He grunted and thrust his cock into her hand.

Fyr’enth laughed. “That, we can do.” He leaned over, his body covering her back as he took the bottle from her.

A moment later, a warm trickle of oil flowed across her lower back. Her skin tingled and heated as the oil worked its magic.

Kalan took it next, coating his hands before spreading it around her breasts.

The three of them quickly fell into a rhythm, and soon she was writhing between them, panting with need.

When Fyr’enth drew two of his fingers down her spine, she shivered and then tensed in anticipation as he moved further down, following the seam between her cheeks to her sex. When he parted her folds to stroke her clit, she moaned and rocked backward, her fingers still gripping Kalan’s hard cock.

Their touches grew hungrier as they pushed to the peaks of pleasure.

At one point, Kalan took her hand from his cock and placed it on one of her breasts. She understood immediately and pressed her breasts together, giving him what he wanted.

He pushed his hard length into the valley between her breasts, groaning as she bowed her head so she could lick the tip of him at the apex of every thrust.

Fyr’enth toyed with her clit until she was wet and shaking with need. Only then did he slip two long fingers into her pussy. She ground herself against his hand, moaning as one fucked her pussy while the other pumped his cock between her breasts.

She almost drowned beneath the waves of pleasure that slammed into her from every side. Her orgasm came hard and fast, tearing through her like a firestorm and leaving her breathless in its wake.

It was the best sex she’d ever had, and she wanted more of it.