push when Tirin touched her hand. He leaned over her as well and tried again to form the mental triad. Her eyes fluttered and she breathed deeply.
"Gods," she murmured as the sleep took her, "how can I want you both?" Cian relaxed against her. Rolling to one side, he pulled her with him.
"Tirin, join us. She may yet wake. I have never felt one so strong before. She would make a fine warrior, this mate of ours." Tirin slid into the bedding, careful of her injuries and took one small hand, then leaned over and kissed the female gently, his lips barely making 52
contact.
"I can still smell the pears, Cian. I want to push into her and make her scream."
"I know. She fills our senses. Soon she'll ride both our cocks, and it will be her choosing." Cian pushed himself toward sleep and sent the urge to his lieutenant as well, "This will be the rest we have waited for, my friend. At last."
Keer sighed and spooned herself between the two warriors, her splinted arm laying over Cian's broad chest. After the first hour, Cian roused himself, sending a mental command to Tirin. They both listened carefully for any disturbance in the field around the underground compound. Normally, sleeping in forty-eight minute cycles would have rested them both the equivalent of hours of a Terran sleep. Smelling the Telaura vine, he felt the creeping smile that had begun to soften his features regularly in the day since finding Keer. His lieutenant moved closer, easing the woman against him, and his feeling of well-being increased. He pushed them both back into the sleep that his little Terran so desperately needed.
* * * *
Keer woke to feel her arm being unbound. The split unraveling, she tried to sit up, cold suddenly after having been cocooned in warmth while she dreamed.
"A moment, female. Let me rid you of this. You are healed."
Cian's rough voice was firm. She could sense, as if she hovered in a corner of his mind, that he fought the rising need to throw her to the bedding and stroke his cock into her. Keer watched him rub her arm carefully, pushing the skin and focusing on the area of the break. He knew she felt no pain. He was in her senses as surely as she was in his.
" You know it does not pain me. " She tapped the mental gateway tentatively. The dark-haired warrior continued to massage her arm up
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to her shoulder. Keer puzzled that she felt no burning haze with the large dark hands caressing her.
"I have dulled your senses so that you would not suffer while you slept, my mate. The fever will return soon, but this offers you time to…reflect on your wishes."
Keer leaned back into the pillows and watched the dark man as he bent over her arm. She was so small compared to either of them. She thought briefly of the vision she had of Tirin slamming into her. She remembered the lusty dream distinctly. The two warriors had thought only of her needs
She turned to look at the bedding and then she knew. They had both been there. His scent rested on the covers next to her. She looked closely at Cian.
"You slept here with me. Both of you." She was not accusing. It felt right somehow, that they had stayed to protect her.
"You are in no danger in our quarters, bondsman. But above ground we could not be sure you would be safe. If Tirin and I sensed your need, surely others would as well."
Keer flinched at the comment. The pressure of his hands was increasing. He began to massage even her fingers, leaving a rippling warmth in the fingertips.
"In twenty earth turns since my cycles began, no one has ever scented me. You are not human. My mother protected me. You must have some special…alien strength."
Cian pursued his careful assault on her arm, moving up to her shoulders. She tilted her head to allow him access to the bruises from the freighter crash.
"Our senses are heightened, yes. We are not human completely.
Let me say we are cousins to you. And older race than the Terrans, our fathers watched as you discovered the science
"Gods," she murmured as the sleep took her, "how can I want you both?" Cian relaxed against her. Rolling to one side, he pulled her with him.
"Tirin, join us. She may yet wake. I have never felt one so strong before. She would make a fine warrior, this mate of ours." Tirin slid into the bedding, careful of her injuries and took one small hand, then leaned over and kissed the female gently, his lips barely making 52
contact.
"I can still smell the pears, Cian. I want to push into her and make her scream."
"I know. She fills our senses. Soon she'll ride both our cocks, and it will be her choosing." Cian pushed himself toward sleep and sent the urge to his lieutenant as well, "This will be the rest we have waited for, my friend. At last."
Keer sighed and spooned herself between the two warriors, her splinted arm laying over Cian's broad chest. After the first hour, Cian roused himself, sending a mental command to Tirin. They both listened carefully for any disturbance in the field around the underground compound. Normally, sleeping in forty-eight minute cycles would have rested them both the equivalent of hours of a Terran sleep. Smelling the Telaura vine, he felt the creeping smile that had begun to soften his features regularly in the day since finding Keer. His lieutenant moved closer, easing the woman against him, and his feeling of well-being increased. He pushed them both back into the sleep that his little Terran so desperately needed.
* * * *
Keer woke to feel her arm being unbound. The split unraveling, she tried to sit up, cold suddenly after having been cocooned in warmth while she dreamed.
"A moment, female. Let me rid you of this. You are healed."
Cian's rough voice was firm. She could sense, as if she hovered in a corner of his mind, that he fought the rising need to throw her to the bedding and stroke his cock into her. Keer watched him rub her arm carefully, pushing the skin and focusing on the area of the break. He knew she felt no pain. He was in her senses as surely as she was in his.
" You know it does not pain me. " She tapped the mental gateway tentatively. The dark-haired warrior continued to massage her arm up
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to her shoulder. Keer puzzled that she felt no burning haze with the large dark hands caressing her.
"I have dulled your senses so that you would not suffer while you slept, my mate. The fever will return soon, but this offers you time to…reflect on your wishes."
Keer leaned back into the pillows and watched the dark man as he bent over her arm. She was so small compared to either of them. She thought briefly of the vision she had of Tirin slamming into her. She remembered the lusty dream distinctly. The two warriors had thought only of her needs
She turned to look at the bedding and then she knew. They had both been there. His scent rested on the covers next to her. She looked closely at Cian.
"You slept here with me. Both of you." She was not accusing. It felt right somehow, that they had stayed to protect her.
"You are in no danger in our quarters, bondsman. But above ground we could not be sure you would be safe. If Tirin and I sensed your need, surely others would as well."
Keer flinched at the comment. The pressure of his hands was increasing. He began to massage even her fingers, leaving a rippling warmth in the fingertips.
"In twenty earth turns since my cycles began, no one has ever scented me. You are not human. My mother protected me. You must have some special…alien strength."
Cian pursued his careful assault on her arm, moving up to her shoulders. She tilted her head to allow him access to the bruises from the freighter crash.
"Our senses are heightened, yes. We are not human completely.
Let me say we are cousins to you. And older race than the Terrans, our fathers watched as you discovered the science
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