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  “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 sile
nt 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.