Adar has searched more than a lifetime to find his bondmate—the one woman he was born to love and the only woman who can save him from the approaching madness that threatens all unbonded males of his race. When a wormhole opens from his galaxy to Earth and the women who could hold their future, Lorn will do all in his power to not only find his mate, but show her a Universe she never knew existed.
Casey Westfall’s normal life changed forever when she finds the sexy leather clad man on her doorstep. One innocent kiss leads to an adventure that will span worlds and Casey will have to choose between the man who is the other half of her soul and never seeing her family or her world again. To complicate matters Kadothians live in polyamerous family units and Lorn will have to convince his Earth bride to accept not only his love, but the love of his best friend and brothers in arms or risk the chance of losing them to either the madness or the Hive—the race of sociopathic women bent on destroying and enslaving everything in their path, but Casey can’t see loving more than one man as being anything other than a sin. Lorn will have to teach his bride that she was created for both of them just as they were created only for her.
In a Universe where all is possible, the battle to protect not only his people, but his heart rests on the soul of a human woman who must face the unknown and take a leap of faith that could save or destroy them all.
When her gaze strayed down his face to his exposed chest her arousal deepened, making him desperate to seduce her. Throttling back his lust was difficult, but he had to take things slowly with his little Earth woman. Mary, Matriarch of the Scout who had spoken before the council, had lectured the Warriors going to Earth on how to seduce human women. She’d urged them to take things as slow as they could, not to rush it for fear of scaring away their bride. If they proclaimed their undying love for a woman the moment they met her, an Earth female would consider them mentally deficient, no matter how true it was.
“You have the softest skin,” he said in a voice barely above a growl.
She blinked up at him and her scent cooled a touch. “Um, thanks.”
With that, she stepped away from him, and he tried to figure out why complimenting her would repulse rather than attract. Did the women of this planet not enjoy hearing how they affected a man? Did they not want their mate to appreciate them? He needed to get her mind back on her attraction to him.
Gently clasping her hand he pulled it down his cheek, over his neck, and to his chest, letting it rest over the heart that now belonged to her. “See, my skin is much tougher than yours.”
She stared at where her small hand rested above his heart and he looked down as well, enjoying the contrast of her creamy skin against his own dark bronze tone. “Do you get spray tanned?”
The immediate flush that went from her neck to her hairline made him grin. “What is that?”
“I’m not sure what the word would be in your language. It’s like a thing people do to make their skin darker.” She glanced up into his eyes then back to her palm on his chest again. “Usually you only find your hair and eye color on really pale people.”
His little bride was far too observant. “This is the way I was born, Casey. No artificial enhancements.”
Well that wasn’t entirely true. He had plenty of enhancements that heightened his sight, his hearing, his strength, and his endurance. All things a Warrior needed to survive. There were also small crystal chips embedded in his brain that allowed him to boost his psychic powers and connect with his men over long distances. Right now he was in contact with his friend Cormac who waited near Casey’s house in case he was needed.
She bit her pretty pink lower lip when he began to gently caress her hand. “Wow, you sure lucked out in the genetic lottery.”
It took him a moment to process her words and he smiled. “You find me attractive?”
Her response came out in a whisper. “Very.”
Both his pride and his cock hardened further at her response, the ultra-sensitive nerves of the pleasure ridges swelling along his shaft. “I find you very attractive as well.”
Once again she seemed to find his compliment offensive and tried to pull her hand away from his chest. “Don’t bullshit me.”
Utterly baffled he stared down at her. “Why would I make a bull shit on you?”
She gaped up at him, then giggled. “Sorry, it’s a slang saying in America. It means don’t lie to me.”
He dropped to his knees, their height difference putting her only slightly taller than him. He wanted to look her in the eyes, begging her to see his sincerity even if she couldn’t feel it. The darkness of her gaze grew and at this level the perfume of her nectar was even stronger, making him tremble slightly with the roaring need to bury his face between her thighs and tongue her to her release. The generous pillows of her breasts called to him and he marveled that someone so small had such abundance. Even though his conscious mind knew she wasn’t in heat, his body demanded he take her, now, that he satisfy her every need.
“Casey, I will never lie to you.” He inwardly flinched at the thought that he was lying to her right now about who he was, but he pressed on. “You are beautiful. Where I come from men would fight to the death for the honor of your smile.”
She let out a slow breath, the scent of a healthy, fertile female filling him like the first rain over the desert of Valdoon. “Where the hell are you from?”
“Someplace far away.”
“No shit. Wherever it is, I know about a million women that would like to go there for vacation.”
The irony of her statement wasn’t lost on him, and he smiled, enjoying the way her gaze kept straying to his mouth. Moving slowly, he placed his hands on her hips, resisting the urge to squeeze. Mary had said Earth women were self-conscious of their natural softness, that having body fat was considered unattractive and how they wouldn’t understand a Kadothian male’s intense pleasure at grasping them where they are the most feminine. Like Casey’s beautiful rounded belly and generous thighs. Just the thought of her lying on his chest, nestling his cock against her giving flesh, had him fighting with everything he had not to rush her.
She tilted her head to the side and examined him. “You have the strangest eyes.”
“What do you mean?”
“They…kind of change color. I mean, I know that eye color can change depending on the lighting and the clothes you wear, but yours…” She reached out and touched his face again, filling him with elation, “they go from aquamarine to an almost navy blue.”
He turned his head slightly and brushed his lips over the tender skin of her forearm. Her response was an immediate and maddening rush of desire. For the briefest of moments the psychic shields around her softened and he read the desire, confusion, doubt, and hope spinning through her. Wanting to heighten her arousal, he removed one hand from her hip and grasped her arm, moving her hand so he could gently nibble on her inner wrist. While she was unaware of the significance of the act he rejoiced that his bride offered such a vulnerable part of her body to him so freely.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper-soft voice.
“Because you are delicious.”
After a few moments of caressing her skin with his tongue and teeth she made a soft moaning noise. Worried he’d hurt her, he looked up and found her watching him with half-closed eyes, giving him a look so damned arousing that he had to choke back a growl. Human males didn’t growl and they certainly didn’t howl their joy at claiming their bride.
Unable to fight off his primal urges any longer, he looked up at her. “Kiss me, Casey.”
The dart of her tongue wetting her lips had his erection pressing against his pants. She began to lean down slowly and he bit the inside of his lip, allowing his blood to flow and fill his mouth. Only a drop or two was needed to start the hormonal chain reaction, but he wanted to do everything he could to connect Casey to him because his soul already belonged to her. Bonding ceremony or not, this young Earth female was his Matriarch.
She hesitated right before their lips met, close enough that they inhaled and exhaled each other’s air.
Desperate at the thought she might reject him, he did the unthinkable for a Warrior. He begged her. “Please, Casey, please kiss me.”
A moment later their lips met and elation filled him.
Soft, giving, gentle, her lips explored his as he kissed her back, not seeking entrance yet, determined to give her the kind of kiss that she deserved. Their noses rubbed together as she changed the angle of her mouth, the sweet scent of her desire enveloping him and making his whole body tense with need. He wanted to devour her, to taste every part of her flesh, to make her climax until she fell into an exhausted sleep, but those were later stages in the courting ritual. Right now he lost himself in the glory of her maddeningly hesitant touch.
With a soft moan she parted her lips for him and he took advantage of her surrender with a growl he couldn’t stop. She tensed but before she could pull away he stroked his tongue against hers, sharing his blood with her, marking her as belonging to him. Soon her scent would change, merging with his so every male knew she had been claimed as his bride, his beautiful Casey Westfall, soon to be Matriarch of House Westfall and his alyah, his beloved and the future bride of his blood brother, the Lord of Life willing.
The sensation of her fingers stroking through his hair as they kissed sent pleasure spinning through his nervous system until he had her clasped against him as tightly as he could, her large and tempting breasts pressing into him and driving his desire higher until it was an inferno of need. She tasted so damn good, like the essence of joy, and he finally understood why Kadothian males considered finding their bondmate life’s ultimate pleasure. He’d listened to their tales, had been taught what would happen, but nothing had prepared him for this. Soon she was tugging on his hair and kissing him harder, rubbing her body against his in a silent plea for him to ease her need as her nectar spilled from her sweet body.
He wanted to take her, over and over again, but if he did he would lose his chance to bring her back with him, to have a full bonding witnessed by his people. Once she fully transformed he could plunge his shaft into her willing body, but until then he would have to be satisfied with this one stolen moment.
Tongues stroking together, they kissed for what seemed like a lifetime, tasting each other and burning hotter until Lorn was desperate to mate her.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he leapt to his feet and tried to put some distance between them, afraid he would soon be unable to control the primal need to make her his in all ways.
Her shocked gasp alerted him to the fact that he’d moved faster than an Earthling could even as he struggled to keep from hauling her decadent body against his.
“Forgive me, Casey.” He quickly sent a message to Cormac on a mental link to come get him, now. “If I keep kissing you, tasting your need, smelling your sweet pussy all wet and waiting for my mouth I will not be able to control myself. I will tear your clothes from your body like an animal and lick every drop of nectar from your body until you scream my name.”
Lorn didn’t even try to hide the hard rush of lust that filled him at the thought of making love to Nast with their alyah watching. His wife had no idea what she was in for, but he couldn’t wait to show her the reason why none of them would ever feel jealous. But first they had to get her to relax and lower her shields all the way so she could fully immerse herself in the moment.
Looking up at Lorn, Nast smiled and a delicious wave of arousal came from Casey. “Let us get her comfortable.”
Together they helped Casey move up and she jerked at her restraints. “Come on, guys, untie me.”
“No,” Lorn said and rubbed his lips over the swell of her breast with the bondmark. “You have no self-control when it comes to pleasure, alyah, and while I love it, we get to torture you a little for scaring us.”
She huffed at them, but a smile played at the corners of her pink, kissable mouth. As if reading his mind Nast leaned over and gave her a soft, tender kiss that left her pleasure-dazed when he pulled back. Having been on the receiving end of one of Nast’s devastatingly gentle kisses Lorn could sympathize with her stunned look. Grabbing the bodice of her robe he swiftly tore it in two while Nast grabbed the sleeve of her robe and ripped it. Together they shredded her clothing from her in violent moves that had her wet and panting by the time she was naked with her robe lying in ruins around her pale body.
Lord of Life, she was beautiful.
Nast gripped his forearm and pulled them down the bed so they were just beyond her tiny feet. With a low growl he held his blood brother to him, enjoying the familiar perfection of the other man’s body. They’d been together so long they knew each other’s pleasures intimately and Lorn put that knowledge to good use, gripping the back of Nast’s neck and drawing him in for a punishing kiss. Fire streaked through their bond from Casey and he silently rejoiced she wasn’t upset about their touching.
Pleasure built hot and fierce in his blood and he slipped his hand beneath the loose band of Nast’s pants, curving his palm around the other man’s hard cock, milking some of that precum which Casey seemed to like so much. Lifting his fingers, now coated with lilac precum, Lorn held his hand to Nast and together they began to lick his fingers clean, their tongues twining and their growls blending together.
Having Casey here watching them had to be one of the most erotic acts of Lorn’s life.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” their little bride whimpered from where she was propped up at the head of the bed. “I’m going to come from just watching you kiss.”
Satisfaction flowed through Nast, matching Lorn’s pride in pleasing their woman. And she was their woman; it was as plain as the moons in the sky, as true as his love. They were meant to be together and his wife was finally beginning to accept that. The more the men kissed the more her soul opened to Nast until it almost felt as if the other man was already bonded to them. Lorn rejoiced in the sensation of finally almost being completely linked to his blood brother like he’d yearned to be all these years.
Nast grabbed Lorn’s ass and pressed their still covered cocks together as they kissed, grinding against each other while Casey began to moan softly.
“I can feel you,” she marveled. “Both of you. Like you’re touching me.”
Pressing his lips up against Lorn’s ear, Nast whispered, “I want you to take me, then I want Casey.”
The thought of Nast moving over Casey, covering her small frame with his as he worked his cock into her had Lorn close to spilling in his pants. He pulled back with a ragged gasp, straining for control that was quickly stripped away by the sight of Casey rubbing her legs together and squeezing her lush thighs trying to ease the ache of her very wet sex.
“What a pretty pussy,” Nast murmured. “I cannot wait to get my tongue into it.”
“Please,” Casey begged as she strained against her bonds. “Eat me, lick me, make me come, Nast, please.”
“Oh, I will alyah, after I take care of your husband.”
Both men stiffened as Casey’s lust overwhelmed them. It was so strong Lorn had to close his bond the slightest bit before his wife took away all his control. A fine tremor ran through Nast and the need to fuck his blood brother filled Lorn with a vengeance.
“Hands and knees,” Lorn said in a voice barely above an inhuman growl.
Nast, of course, resisted and the men wrestled on the bed. Soon Lorn had Nast pinned and moved enough so Casey could watch him spit down the crack of his blood brother’s ass.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” she whispered. “I love it.”
He gave her a feral grin, flashing his fangs before planting a hand on Nast’s lower back and dipping his head down to kiss along the hard curve of the other man’s buttock. Nast arched with a low moan and Lorn quickly rewarded him by teasing the sensitive rim of his anus, pausing to wet two of his fingers before he slid them into the welcoming heat of his future husband’s body. The feeling of that tight, firm entrance clasping around his fingers was enough to have Lorn finger-fucking the other man fast and hard, eager to open his body enough to accept him.
“Take me,” Nast groaned and got onto his hands and knees, the heavy muscles of his back and shoulders flexing as he looked over at Casey.
She stared back at Nast with a dazed expression and love wove into her lust, throwing them all higher until Lorn was fumbling with the drawstring of his pants before shoving them down enough to free his aching cock. Lorn groaned with the sensation of the cool air on his oversensitive flesh, a sound quickly echoed by his wife and lover. Spreading open the crack of Nast’s ass with one hand, he spit into his other hand and smeared the lubrication over his cock. Once he was positioned at the entrance to his blood brother’s body he looked over at Casey and began to sink in.
With wide eyes she watched avidly at where the men’s bodies joined and spread her legs. The sight of her flushed, wet sex made his mouth water and Nast growled like a beast beneath him. She was so aroused her sex contracted as she unconsciously raised her hips as if she was the one receiving his cock, and in a way she was. As connected to them as she was now she was feeling an edge of the sensations filling both men. The burn of being stretched along with the hard pleasure of pushing a cock into willing, hot flesh. It was so good he had to close his eyes as he eased into his lover until their balls brushed each other.
A hard shudder worked through Nast and he whispered, “Have to close myself off. Need to last. Need to come in her.”
Lorn completely understood and while he mourned the loss of Nast’s emotions it allowed him to concentrate fully on Casey. He let out a snarl as she silently urged him to move with a jerk of her hips. All finesse left him as he drowned in their mutual need, her desires building his own until he felt almost like he was in rut, eager to fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore. Moving with harsh thrusts of his hips he pounded into Nast, certain of his blood brother’s ability to take him. Nast responded by squeezing with his inner muscles, gripping Lorn’s shaft as tight as a fist. His heart filled with love and he opened his eyes again, looking to Casey, needing to see her pleasure.
She was watching him and wiggling on the bed, her magnificent breasts topped with hard little nipples trembling with her shaky breaths. When their eyes met her love overwhelmed him and he threw his head back, feeling overwhelmed from the pleasure blasting through him. Nast fucked him back, meeting his thrusts until the sound of their flesh slapping together mingled with the low growls spilling from them both. His climax threatened and he fought it, working to prolong this intense pleasure.
“Please, Lorn,” Casey screamed. “Please come. Oh God, I can’t stand it.”
With a roar spilling out of him he did as his wife begged, the first hard blast of his semen coinciding with a shockwave through his bond with his alyah, followed by the warm pleasure of her own orgasm. Her moans drove him crazy as he continued to press himself into Nast, leaning forward so he could hug the other man, to tell him without words how much he loved him, how much he loved them both. When his orgasm stilled at last he pulled gently out of his lover and gave his ass a smack before rolling off the bed on unsteady feet.
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