Page 50 of Taking Jenny (Planet Orhon #4)

Jenny

A fter everything I’d endured since arriving on Orhon, it was easy to use ‘being exhausted’ as an excuse to bail on the rest of the party.

Surge, Longshot, and Discord decided to join us, much to my mild annoyance. I had hoped for some alone time in the onworlder with Tiger and Mal. My skin still buzzed with adrenaline, tension, and lust. I needed them. Needed to burn some of this wild energy off in the best way possible.

Instead, I sat cramped in the rearmost seat beside Tiger, too revved up to sit still, too aware of every inch between us.

His fingers threaded through mine, his warmth steady and grounding in the dark.

He didn’t speak, but the smile on his face said enough, that quiet contentment that always melted me just a little more.

As the blackened scenery rolled by, my eyes fell on the mountain of the hunting ground where I had come close to death so many times. Where Illiamor haunted. Where countless other women did, too.

“Are you alright?” Tiger asked in a hushed tone, as if he could feel the shift in my energy.

“Yes, why?”

“You have the strangest look on your face, and you shuddered. Are you cold?” He started to remove his jacket.

“No, I’m fine,” I insisted. “Keep your jacket. I’ll tell you later.”

He paused, studying me like he didn’t quite believe me, then nodded anyway.

I snuggled against his arm, trying to tear my eyes away from that awful mountain.

I had no idea how to help the ghosts, but I knew a few people who might.

No contacting them just yet, though. They were all on Halla and had no idea the ordeal I’d just been though.

I also wasn’t na?ve enough to think I could make contact without being watched.

Justice had made it plain that I was going to be in the public eye from now on and hinted at a secret security detail to keep me safe .

What else could I tell him, but thank you?

If I had said anything less than that, he might have killed me.

Every conversation with him was a game of chess where every word, every smile, was laced with a threat.

A blade beneath velvet. He delighted in the performance, the icy dominance, the lingering stares.

He didn’t want just obedience. He wanted my fear.

Wanted me to understand he controlled everything and I had no way out.

I was jolted from my unsettling thoughts when the onworlder parked in front of Mal’s mansion, the place I had started to think of as home. Strange that. Tiger gave my hand a squeeze, and we all left the onworlder for the indoors.

As soon as the doors shut behind us, Discord asked me, “How did you manage to take out Pleon so savagely?”

I tried not to think about that gruesome situation. “Honestly, can we save all questions until the morning? I am dying for a bed right now.”

“Fine,” Discord conceded. “But I demand details.”

Mal abruptly lifted me into his arms, and I laughed. “What are you doing?”

He started to carry me down the hallway toward his quarters like a prized possession. “Rescuing you from Discord’s questions.”

Discord huffed indignantly from the foyer. “I just agreed—”

“Nope. I know you and your questions. You’ll start again, and I do not have time for that,” Mal called out. “Tiger, follow me.”

I watched over Mal’s shoulder as Tiger laughed. “I am not at your beck and call, sir.”

A wicked smiled curved Mal’s lips. “Tonight, you are.”

Tiger braced his hands on his hips. “I am not!”

“We’re about to get naked, Tiger,” Mal drawled.

“Then I guess I am at your beck and call. Excuse me, everyone.”

The other three either rolled their eyes or simply walked away, while Tiger ran to join us. We stopped at a sleek silver door at the end of Mal’s private hallway.

“Tiger, if you would,” Mal said.

Tiger opened the door with a little mock bow then followed us inside, while I glanced around.

Mal’s room was laid out similarly to ours, but everything was bigger and darker, more lux.

His bed would not have fit into my bedroom on Earth, and the headboard was upholstered with a glossy black material.

There was no footboard, nothing for us to crash into, thankfully.

The far wall was nothing but tall seamless windows overlooking a dense forest. His furniture, black and enormous, had gilded patterns of platinum. Everything was opulent. Seductive.

The room could not have been more Malice Ripper if it had tried.

He placed me gently on the bed and leaned in to kiss me, but I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back.

His brow knit in confusion. “What is it?”

“Our clothes, silly.”

His dark eyes gleamed. “I thought I’d just rip them off you.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warned playfully. “I love my coronation outfit.”

He exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “Very well.”

He helped me up and I turned my back to them. “I’ll need one of you to get the zipper for me, please.”

Tiger came in close and kissed the dip where my shoulder met my neck, as he unzipped the back of the corset top. “How did you get into this, if you need help out of it?”

“A fleet of servants helped me get dressed today.”

“Girls had their hands all over you?” Tiger’s breath was choked.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

He groaned behind me. I turned around, letting my dress loosen, and found Mal stroking Tiger’s hard cock through his trousers.

Mal growled, “Seems he likes the thought of women touching you.”

“Oh you bad boy!” I giggled, then pulled him in for a kiss.

He groaned, while Mal set to work removing the rest of my clothes. As we all exchanged kisses, we continued to undress, until the three of us were naked together for the first time, and tension in the air sizzled between us.

Tiger was the first to pounce. He grabbed my ass and clutched me to him, right as Mal kissed him. I stroked Tiger’s hard cock. The length of him was hot on my palm and darker than the rest of his pearl-gray skin. I bent to take him in my mouth, but someone snatched my hair to stop me.

It was Mal and he chided me with a sinful grin. “No, no, no, I believe I am the first in line for that mouth of yours.”

I laughed, pulling from his grasp and playfully pacing backwards to the bed. “You made me wait for it, so I think you should have to wait for it, too.”

He arched a brow. “Is that what you think?”

The bed met the underside of my ass. “Yes.”

Mal’s tone dripped with dominance. “I am not known for my patience.” He wrapped his fingers in Tiger’s hair and pulled him to his knees, then shoved his cock in his mouth.

Tiger didn’t hesitate, sucking his cock willingly.

My body went weak as I watched Mal press his head down, forcing his length deeper into his throat.

Jealousy and lust seared my insides. It wasn’t that I wanted Tiger to stop or that I was jealous he was with someone else.

It was that I wanted that cock in my mouth, and he had it.

I wanted all the cocks in the room, dammit.

So I played the only card I had. I leaned back and began to touch my breasts in front of Mal.

His eyes darkened, and a growl rose up from his throat as he face fucked Tiger. “Touch your pussy for me.”

I exhaled a breath and obeyed. I drew my knees up, spreading them wide so he could see exactly what I did. He made a strained sound when I glided a finger around my pussy and then into myself.

“This is what I do when I think of you two,” I purred seductively. “With me.”

That caught Tiger’s attention, and he began to pull away from Mal to look at me, but Mal held him in place. “This is a private show, Tiger love, your job is precisely what you’re doing.”

My voice dripped with sin as I continued.

“Sometimes, I imagine Mal taking my pussy while Tiger fucks my mouth. Other nights, I think about riding one of you while the other tries to fuck my ass from behind.” I shivered as my hips rolled toward my fingers.

“But my favorite fantasy is when one of you is inside me, and the other is in his ass, slamming us together until we lose our minds.”

Mal pulled out of Tiger’s mouth and snarled, “On the fucking bed. Now .”

Tiger rose to his feet and moved onto the bed, his cock already leaking as he positioned himself between my spread legs. He rubbed the head of his shaft against my slick folds before sliding in, hard and deep.

I cried out as he stretched my pussy almost to the point of pain, and I loved it. He filled every part of me that ached to be claimed. My nails scratched down his chest, and his hips rocked forward with deep, greedy thrusts.

“I’ve miss you,” he said, his voice ragged as he stared down into my eyes.

“Missed you, too,” I murmured.

I trembled beneath him, luxuriating in every sensation. His skin, his scent, the way he moved, each detail that made me crave Tiger Orne, even when he was already inside of me.

He leaned further over me, and I realized it was Mal’s doing, his hand gripping Tiger’s shoulder and forcing him into position as he moved closer behind him.

Mal smirked at me as he withdrew a bottle of lube from the side dresser and slicked up his cock before lining it up against Tiger’s ass. “Is this what you wanted, Prima?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only moan.

Tiger went still and tense as Mal pushed in. Then a rumbling growl filled the room.

“You good, Tiger love?” Mal purred.

“Too much,” Tiger gasped. “Don’t stop.”

Mal grinned like a devil as he leaned over Tiger, pressing his chest to his back. “You like my cock buried in your tight ass while you fuck her? Say it.”

“Yes!” Tiger hissed, sweat shimmering over his skin.

The rhythm they found destroyed me. Each thrust from Mal shoved Tiger deeper into me, each movement a spiral toward madness.

My thighs were painfully spread to accommodate them and their weight, and I writhed beneath them and locked my legs around Tiger’s waist, holding on as ecstasy unraveled inside of me.

I came hard, biting Tiger’s shoulder as I screamed. My inner walls clenched, my legs trembled, and a second orgasm crashed through me before the first had faded.

Tiger’s voice turned to broken, breathless curses as Mal drove deeper, pinning him in place. We were a knot of bodies and heat and need, tangled in sweat and moans and unspeakable hunger. There was no telling where one of us ended and the other began.

“Fuck—fuck—don’t stop,” Tiger panted, his breath catching with each deep stroke Mal gave him.

Mal growled behind him, low and guttural, his rhythm brutal. “You feel that? How tight you are around me? Gods, I missed this.”

He slammed forward again, and Tiger yelped from the impact, his hips jerking hard, stuffing him deeper into me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breath as his climax overtook him. His cock pulsed inside me and filled me with his heat, and I felt every last spasm.

His voice fractured on a groan, and he buried his face against my neck like he couldn’t stand to be anywhere else but inside me, a part of me.

Mal didn’t slow. If anything, the sight of us like that—Tiger undone, me holding him—snapped the last threads of his control. He grabbed Tiger by the hips and fucked him mercilessly, and Tiger took every stroke, every inch, for Mal.

Mal’s voice was a snarl, frayed at the edges. “Fuck, I’m not going to last—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, and he stilled with a guttural roar.

His head fell back, every cord in his neck straining as his cock throbbed deep inside Tiger and he emptied himself with a string of curses and incoherent groans.

One last thrust buried him completely, and he held there, panting like a beast.

The three of us collapsed into one messy, trembling heap on the bed.

Mal slowly pulled out, breathing hard as he dropped onto the mattress on my left.

Tiger moved off me, and settled on the opposite side.

Mal’s arm fell over my waist possessively, even in exhaustion, and as I rolled toward him Tiger tucked himself against my back, curling around me like I was the safest place he knew.

My body buzzed from everything they’d given me—full, stretched, marked by them both. But it wasn’t just the physical release that left me breathless. It was the weight of what this meant, the three of us together.

Tiger’s breath warmed my neck, soft and steady now. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.

Mal kissed the top of my shoulder, the gesture surprisingly tender as I looked up into his eyes. “You’re not mine, Prima,” he murmured huskily. “Not really. But fuck if I don’t feel like you are mine every time I look at you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t want to belong to just one of you,” I admitted. “I want to belong to both of you. If that’s…if that’s something we can do.”

Neither answered with words, because none were needed. Tiger squeezed me tighter. Mal kissed my shoulder again.

For tonight, at least, we were enough.

Safe. Spent. Sated.

Together.