Page 16 of Her Alien Cyborgs (The Drift: Haven Colony #10)

Fyr’enth watched as their glorious female climaxed, her body gripping his fingers as she shuddered and gasped with pleasure. She was nothing like the females he’d been ordered to fuck on the station. They’d always been wary, even the ones who’d come back time after time.

Hezza didn’t fear them. She wanted them as much as they wanted her, and that made her even more desirable. The body she’d dismissed as too old for them was beautiful. Her skin bore lines and scars that spoke of a lifetime of experiences and misadventures.

He wanted to hear the story behind every mark and memorize every part of her. She was their zana , a treasure beyond price.

As she came apart between them, his fangs dropped, and he had a sudden urge to sink them into the skin of her throat.

His dick throbbed and twitched as the thought took hold.

Yes, he wanted that. To fuck her until she came around his cock and then came again as he bit her and let her blood flow over his tongue.

He forced the idea out of his mind for now. He had more important things to focus on.

He withdrew his hand from between her legs and raised it to his mouth. The rich fragrance of the uli oil blended with her essence, and the scent triggered a fresh wave of need.

He had to be inside her. Soon.

He fisted his cock with his oily fingers. “Are you ready for me, zana ?”

She turned her head and nodded. Then she parted her legs and arched her back to give him access to her body.

He moved in close, stroking himself again and again. He knew she wanted him, so he took his time, drawing out the moment before they both got exactly what they needed.

When he finally positioned himself at her entrance, she was trembling with need. Gently he eased into her, his breath exploding in a hiss as he sheathed himself in the heat of her body.

If this was the effect of the sharhal , he hoped it never faded. This moment blew every fantasy he’d ever had to atoms and replaced it with something so much better, and achingly, perfectly real.

He raised his head in time to see her reaching for Kalan. She caught him by the hips and pulled him close so she could take his cock into her mouth.

His brother cursed and bucked his hips as he cradled her head in his hands. Their gazes locked, and Kalan’s voice sounded inside his head. “Ours.”

Fyr’enth didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. This wasn’t just a moment of pleasure. It was the beginning of something that would change both of their lives.

Smiling, he leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Hezza’s shoulder, letting the points of his fangs glide along her skin without hurting her.

When she moaned, he began to rock his hips in slow, easy thrusts, letting himself go deeper each time. The uli oil added new sensations, intensifying everything. It seemed to be doing the same for Hezza because he could hear cries, even muffled as they were by Kalan’s cock.

Soon, they fell into a back-and-forth rhythm. When one of them thrust into her, she’d be pushed toward the other one. The pattern held for several glorious minutes, but eventually the rhythm faltered as they all started to lose control.

He gripped her hips as he sped up his thrusts, driving deep into her channel as her inner walls gripped him tightly.

“ Fraxx ,” Kalan groaned as his vision filled with stars. He wouldn’t last much longer.

Fyr’enth grinned at him. “Bet you break before I do.”

Hezza reacted before he could. Her fingers sank into the flesh on his hips as she pulled him closer. She made a low, throaty humming noise he didn’t understand at first. What was she doing?

The answer became obvious when Kalan threw back his head and groaned their mahaya’s name.

“I think she took that as a challenge.”

She hummed an affirmative noise that sounded like uhhuhmm.

He slapped her lightly on the ass as he fucked her. That made her moan even louder, and Kalan’s control snapped. He bucked his hips against her face, his motions almost frenzied and his expression wild.

“Almost…” he groaned in warning.

Every female they’d been with had always pulled away at this point but not Hezza. She hummed again and reached between Kalan’s legs. Fyr’enth had no idea what she did, but the results spoke for themselves. His brother roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he came.

Fyr’enth withdrew, holding off his next thrust to give Hezza time to enjoy Kalan’s response before he drove his cock home with enough force that their bodies met with an audible slap.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his own climax.

He came hard, emptying himself inside her as he slumped over her back, covering her body with his.

Her release came mere seconds after his. She moaned, shook, and tensed as pleasure overtook her.

It took longer than he expected to gather up the shattered pieces of his mind and return to full awareness. His face was buried in Hezza’s hair, allowing him to breathe in her scent. He rose slowly before reluctantly withdrawing from her body.

“When I woke up this morning, I had no idea the night would end like this,” Hezza said. Her voice was breathy and low.

Kalan looked up to grin at him. “She thinks the night has ended.”

He caressed her hip and grinned back at his brother. “Oh, zana . No, this isn’t the end. This is just the beginning.”