Camille's Capture (11 page)

“The green scales are a fairly certain sign,” he said gravely before sucking the
nipple he’d been torturing into his mouth.

“I thought
—Dear Goddess, don’t stop.”

He stopped. “You thought what?”

“Your people were a legend—a fantasy.” She tugged on his ears, trying to draw him back to her breasts.

He
ignore her eager hints, abandoning the turgid tip, still throbbing with need, to trail searing, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, pausing again above her navel. “Now what do you think?”

She tried to draw enough breath to speak calmly, but her words came out in a breathy pant.
“That you are a dream I didn’t even know I yearned to have come true.

“You are wrong, little one. I am real, and I am your mate.
”His words shivered through her like an intimate caress.

She believ
ed him, trusted him, and fell in love with him. Her realization only intensified her desire.

The hot kisses continued. When he reached her mound, she tried to roll onto her back. He pinned her on her side with a heavy palm anchoring her hip.

She cocked one leg invitingly. He chuckled, a deep rumble of approval. This thrilled her almost as much as the hot breath against her sensitized folds.

A dip of his head
brought his face even with her tender slit. His long tongue unfurled inside her sheath, swirling, probing, and bathing her sore tissues in delicious saliva. Each lick soothed the abused flesh until all trace of soreness vanished. Desire ignited into an unquenchable need—an inferno.

Jaxon entered the cabin.
He must have aborted the sanitizer’s drying cycle, because he was still damp and smelled fresh and green like the lush plants of New Eden. His aroused body fit snugly against her backside, pressing hot, bare skin against hers. Talented fingers rolled and tugged her neglected nipples as his surprisingly soft lips nibbled the sensitive side of her neck.

Caught between the males, she whimpered and wriggled, seeking release. They seemed bent on driving her crazy with
unquenched passion. Their combined caresses were somehow too much and not enough. She didn’t want either of them to stop, but she strained for more, wanting the sweet tension that drove her to rapture.

With a maddening absence of urgency, Jaxon stroked down her side, stopping to massage each knot
ted muscle his clever fingers found. Meanwhile the heavy ache of erotic need coiled tighter between her legs.

Aegis licked her core much too tenderly until her empty channel
grew heavy and gushed with need.

She tugged on Jaxon’s hand, reduced to incoherent whimpers of burning hunger for more. The stubborn warrior brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked them. Her whimpers became moans, and her hips bucked against Aegis.

Jaxon’s gifted fingers slipped inside the wet slit of her sex. He traced the fluted edges of her inner lips. His low groan gave her hope. At last, he touched her firmly, pressing the tiny pearl of nerve endings in a slow pulse while Aegis’s tongue lapped at her feminine walls until she screamed with rapture.

More l
ascivious touches greeted her return to awareness. With wicked deliberation, Jaxon dipped into her core and worked the liquid evidence of her release over Aegis’s cockhead. He rubbed the rest over his own shaft and swirled some around the furled opening to her back channel.

She squirmed against the
teasing press of his moist fingers, uncertain about this invasion of her most private place.

Jaxon continued to
tickle the nerve-rich portal until she relaxed. His thick digit slipped past the ring of muscles guarding her dark passage.

Positioning his erection at her entrance, Aegis edged into her sex, a millimeter at a time. Pliant and
wet from her recent climax, she accommodated his size more easily and even managed to squeeze his thick shaft with her feminine muscles. Though the walls of her sheath were stretched past capacity, the sensation burned sweetly.

With a smile of satisfaction, she congratulated herself on surviving, mastering, and taking great pleasure from the dreaded in-person breeding.
Her grin slipped as more of the fingers massaging her bottom pushed inside. Instinctively she pushed back to expel the intimate invasion.

Cami’s rich wine scent swirled in the cabin. Maybe Aegis had been right about her being fertile. Her fragrance carried a hint of musk that cranked Jaxon’s excitement into jump territory. Mixed with the big guy’s spicy chocolate, the combination shot straight to his cock, making him painfully hard with an achy the need to bury himself in her tight ass.

“Don’t fight me, sweetheart,” he whispered against Cami’s ear. Then he nibbled the tempting shell, coaxing his fingers a little deeper inside her back passage
, and working some more of Aegis’s natural lube into her dark channel.

She tightened round him as Aegis’s
thick rod thrust over Jaxon’s penetration and pulsed on the other side of Cami’s delicate walls. The erotic contact sent tingles of excitement down Jaxon’s spine.

Distracted by the demon’s lovemaking,
Cami moaned in appreciation and quit resisting his back door invasion.

Slowly he wriggled a
nother finger past the tight ring of muscle guarding her hot, silky passage, stretching her.

She angled one supple leg higher
while clinging to the big guy’s hip, and arching into him. The new position spread her plump cheeks wider, giving him better access.

He withdrew his fingers, fitted his cockhead to her rear entry, and
nudged the softened rosebud. He locked on Aegis’s strong mouth, watching while the demon kissed Cami and steadily pushing against her slickened portal. He couldn’t resist cupping the demon’s balls.

Aegis groaned
, the sound muffled by Cami’s lips.

Had the happy noise come from his
caress or her kiss? His bliss meter was damn near maxed out, so who pleased the big guy more didn’t matter.

Cami’s
furled rosette finally eased enough for him to surge inside. His thick crown nudged past the first ring of guard muscles and he edged deeper until Aegis’s embedded cock rings rubbed his rod and Cami’s tight passage clenched around him.

She moaned, grinding her butt against him.

“You feel good. Too good,” Aegis growled, pulling nearly out and thrusting again.

Jaxon’s balls tightened and a warning tingle at the base of his spine made him
clamp down on his shaky control. He forced himself to pull back as the big guy’s shaft pressed in, until only the head remained in Cami.

Aegis
pulled almost out again.

Self-restraint burned away at the sight of
that glowing, pulsing rod. 

In a single brutal stroke Jaxon
buried his dick to the root in the heat of her silky, dark passage. He repeated this erotic torture, dragging the ultrasensitive rim of his cock against the demon’s pulsing erection with each long, hard pump.

A
nother ragged groan from Aegis whipped his arousal.

This
time he knew the throaty sound had been for him. He loved it. He wouldn’t last with the big guy’s deep stroking. The satin friction, the maddening pulse of the male’s rings, and the harsh sounds of his passion and Cami’s sexy whimpers all amped the tingle in his tailbone. Jolts of erotic sensation grew stronger until his sac tightened into achy knots clinging to the base of a cock primed to blow.

He pumped faster, deeper, harder. Cum exploded in long blasts. Heat
ed jets from Aegis’s matching climax blasted on the other side of the thin barrier separating them. The erotic, gentle thrashing pelted Jaxon’s ultra-sensitized cockhead.

Feminine cries of rapture tugged on his softening shaft. Cami’s whole body
clenched tight before twitching into sated limpness as her release shattered her. Aftershocks from her silky back channel rippled down his erection, pulling another spurt from his tender slit.

Aegis rumbled, somewhere between a growl and purr,
a definite sign of contentment. He reached past Cami, cupping cup Jaxon’s shoulder.

Unable to resist rolling into the big guy’s caress and hungry for more, he p
robed carefully. Jaxon slammed into the familiar shield. He’d hoped for the ultimate melding of thoughts as well as bodies. He shifted the delicate quest for connection to Cami and hit the same wall. Damn. Aegis shielded her too.

The force field surrounding the
m pretty much said everything without a single fucking word. The two of them had bonded.

He wished he’d never tried to read them. Good thing he already
reclined on his side, ’cause his worthless legs wouldn’t have held him.

S
pent, Jaxon rested his eyes for a minute or thirty. When he woke up, his mood had improved, or he was having the absolutely best dream of his life. He stretched and snuggled against the smooth scales at his back while Cami’s generous curves cradled his front. Sandwiched between them beat winning a triple moon shot lottery. The perfect way to wake up call—sheltered by Aegis and cuddling Cami welcomed him to consciousness. Too lazy to rise, he stroked the satin skin covering her voluptuous hips.

She rolled to face him
. A smile stretched her lush mouth and beautiful hazel eyes sparkled with a whole lot of
welcome home, warrior.

“I
must to mate with you. Do you understand?” Aegis rasped in Jaxon’s ear while strong arms pulled Jaxon’s ass good and tight against the front of his large and definitely aroused body.

For a second, Jaxon blanked
—dream or the real deal? Real or not, this was what he’d wanted forever. Worried his voice would break and ruin the mood, he kept it short and sweet. “Take me.”

His cock hardened further to rigid attention.

“I need your help, little one. Access the replicator to produce a moist linen.”

Jaxon thought about protesting his use of the word “little,” then caught on that he
’d been speaking to Cami.

She smiled, rose, and headed
to do his bidding. Naked.

If the demon had ordered him to do something, especially in that husky tone, Jaxon would’ve obeyed too. He waited for the usual pinch of jealousy over Aegis’s tender treatment of Cami, but it didn’t happen. He
stayed glued to the sway of her ass, clearly just as big a sap for the small breeder.

Shield
ed thoughts notwithstanding, she belonged to him. As did Aegis. He couldn’t imagine being without either of them. The three of them had formed a unit. He hadn’t wrapped his head all the way around their triad status, but he would. Cami was essential in ways he’d never expected. If she and Aegis didn’t share his commitment he was going to hurt like the seven levels of hell and change nothing. He loved them both. For him the tri-mating ship had launched.

Aegis uncurled and stood. “Kneel
, facing Cami.”

He scrambled to cooperate, already so damn excited.

“Spread your legs.”

Not a smooth action, but he got his knees apart.
Whoa, talk about wide open here.

“Wider,” Aegis said.

Jaxon slid his thighs a little farther, willed them not to tremble, and darted a look at the big guy. Cami was right. The demon was beautiful in a brutal, absolutely erotic way. There was something new going on with Aegis’s forearms. Gold scrollwork gleamed against his scales.

“Clean his shaft and sac
, little one.” Aegis spoke to Cami.

“My pleasure.”
She knelt in front of Jaxon, distracting him in the best possible way.

She was wrong about that.
Her naked and on her knees, tending to his package? The pleasure was all his.

So fast that he didn’t see it coming, Aegis moved in close and reached around him. Lethal claws scored his chest, not deep
, but enough to sting, draw blood, and send a chill of erotic fear prickling down his backbone.

Aegis leaned in and licked the wounds closed. “Now you wear my mark.”

The small pain from the scoring only hyped his arousal. Healing tongue lashes sent him to a whole new level of insane hunger. Though he hated himself for needing the reassurance, nagging doubt made him ask, “Are you going to mark Cami?”

“No.”

Aegis paused for so long that Jaxon wondered if that was the only answer he was getting. Finally the big guy added, “She already bears the official mated tattoo, which identifies her as ours. She is too beautiful to mar further. Our scents brand her as well enough no male will mistake her bonded status.”

Cami folded the moist cloth neatly, set it aside, and bowed to the demon. “Thank you.” When she bobbed back up, she smiled. Aegis was right about the beautiful part.

“Works for me.” Irrationally Jaxon wanted Aegis to find him beautiful too.
Right, ’cause hairy space jocks are so pretty.

“This is good.” Aegis’s deep voice rumbled
in Jaxon’s gut. The big guy’s steely arm wrapped Jaxon’s waist. He lifted him to his feet as easily as if he were a featherweight like Cami. Aegis held him in place while the other massive hand firmly guided him forward until he formed a right angle.

Jaxon fought to keep a lid on his fear. He’d waited for so long
to truly belong to Aegis, when it finally happened was the wrong time to get shy and girlie man.

The small breeder
had no problem accommodating the big guy. Jaxon was twice her size. So he should be good to go. He’d wanted an intimate connection with Aegis for years. The horns, claws, and monster cock were part of the deal. The alien aspect of his lover excited and intimidated at the same time. He tried to concentrate on his best friend, the honorable warrior he fought beside. None of his internal “rah rah, go team go” talk worked.

With intimacy a breath away, his nerve failed. Instant soft-on, which was so cringingly non
-sexy he wanted to crawl under the deck.

If Cami or Aegis noticed his limp dick, they had enough mercy not to comment.
Thank the gods.

“May I prepare him, please?” Cami asked.

Aegis must’ve given a sign of agreement, ’cause the next thing that happened was her cool hand brushed his butt on her way to wherever she was headed.
Like he wasn’t praying her plans involved his ass.

Aegis
backed up, giving her more room to work.

Nothing happened. Jaxon got brave enough to look over his shoulder. She was busy rubbing the big guy’s cockhead.

Aegis’s eyes closed, his head tilted back, and muscles rippled. A low groan tore from his lips. The cabin filled with spicy chocolate scent.

Jaxon straightened, angling for a better view.

“Bend over and face the wall,” Aegis growled.

He obeyed
’cause it was so damn hot to get ordered around.

Cami whispered something too low for Jaxon to hear.

Imagining what she’d said made his ears burn. “What are you gonna use on me?”

In answer,
she moved closer, holding a glistening drop under his nose, offering him a sample of the lube. Recklessly he sucked the moisture off her finger and kept right on sucking.
Damned delicious stuff
. The demon’s natural juice tasted like he smelled only more so.

She
mewled and pinkened as he licked her past clean. Damn delicious woman too.

A few seconds later, his mouth was on fire. Great, he was already panting for sweet mercy, and nothing had happened yet.

Her cool hand trailed down the crack between his cheeks, slick with the great-tasting lube. She slipped into his ass as if he hadn’t been clenched tighter than one of the fighter’s outer hatches.

Visions of a feast-day fowl, trussed and oiled, flickered through his mind’s eye. He was too far gone to laugh at the unflattering comparison.
His last peek at Aegis’s shaft made lubrication and lots of it sounded like a damn fine plan.

He channeled manly and casual for all he was worth. “Oil away, sweetheart.”

The lube she was using on his butt started out warm and soothing. The liquid eased his girlie nerves. As her small fingers kept slicking the moisture over the crack of his ass and into his back passage, each pass warmed until his whole backside burned and ached to be filled. He squirmed under her caress, seeking relief from the scorching need to have that big cock reaming his channel.

Slowly what was left of his mind
began to color within the lines. A new realization hit. The stuff Cami used to shine up his rear entry was Aegis’s sperm. The big guy’s seed was more than delicious. His semen was an aphrodisiac.

This explained a whole lot about Cami’s instant onboard attitude
with getting busy. It also shed some starlight on his own rapid change from scared unstiff girlie man to rock-hard warrior, desperate to fuck. Another reason to appreciate Aegis, not that Jaxon needed incentive to go more gaga.

Cami circled around to his front, bowing to Aegis. “He’s ready for you.”

Instantly he was vulnerable and exposed and nowhere close to ready. Natch, he’d rather die than admit any of that. “Shouldn’t you be busy rubbing his horns or something?”