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Their muffled moans—for when she lifted her gaze, she saw the men were kissing, tonguing, and that nearly sent her over the edge without either touching her. She quivered and ground her wet pussy against the bedsheets in an absolute agony of desire. Her flow coated her labia, and her clit throbbed with her pulse. Yet it was worth every tortured moment to be able to see and feel the love they had for each other.

"El,” Kels finally growled, “I want to watch you fuck her.” He gazed down at her, his palm moving over her head. “You want that, princess. His big cock inside you."

She made a soft sigh of pleasure and rubbed her cheek against Kels's cock. He knew her, knew her every dark desire somehow. “Yes. I do want it. I want you too."

If they both came inside her... For whatever reason, the idea of their cum filling her drove her mad with need. “Both of you,” she rasped out, then slid her tongue up Kels's shaft and over Elion's as well.

The two men were so close, she could rub one cock against the other, both slick with her saliva, and Elion muttered, “Ah fuck...Kels..."

They swiftly undressed, Sayal ridding them of their pants and boots, while Kels and Elion pulled off their shirts. Sayal could hardly draw a steady breath, anticipation thrummed through her with such intensity.

"Now,” Kels said, and he moved aside to kneel on the bed while she lay back, and Elion pushed her knees apart. The bed was high, and he needed to bend only a little to fit his cock to her entrance.

"You're so wet, sweetheart,” Elion murmured, his blue eyes ablaze for her. Sayal pinched her nipples as he slowly pushed inside. She threw back her head with a raw sigh as his cock stretched the walls of her pussy. Every nerve ending fired delight through her body. She pushed down on him and squirmed around the thick pressure. Beside her, Kels sat on his heels, his dark cock in his fist.

She reached for it. “Please..."

He inched over and ran the delicious, wet head of it over her lips, then growled deep in his chest when she pulled it in with firm suction. He whispered her name over and over, for once the proud captain sounding almost helpless and overcome, and his fingers danced over her nipples.

Never had she felt so alive. Between Elion's grinding against her cunt and Kels's abandoning himself to her mouth, she came hard and fast, trembling and crying, her deep muscles clenching and rippling sensuously over Elion's pistoning shaft. Kels put his hand on Elion's shoulder, and she sensed that was all that kept Elion from spilling into her. El's eyes were squeezed shut, and he gasped for breath. Oh, she wanted it, though, wanted him to come with her. Kels drew his dick away from her, and she rolled toward him, not ready to let him go yet.

"But I want...” she said. She sucked her lips between her teeth. They were swollen from sucking and kissing.

"And you'll have. I promise,” Kels said. He glanced at Elion and tipped his head.

Elion nodded and opened the drawer in Kels's nightstand, similar to Elion's. With a container of lube in his hand, Elion came back to her. Kels lay beside her and kissed her lips softly and pulled her toward him. His hazel eyes were bright; his skin flushed. He stroked her hair, her face, her side.

"Remember what we did in the arena?” he asked almost gently.

She nodded, squeezing her thighs together, savoring the last ripples of the sweet orgasm Elion had given her. “Mm, it was wonderful.” She ran her hands over him, wanting, needing...

"Let's try it again,” he murmured, while Elion lay down behind her, spooning against her, his heat spreading over her back and his rigid dick pressing against her bottom. “Only this time for real."

She widened her eyes. “Both of you? At once?"

"You'll like it. I promise. It'll be a little tight at first, but we'll go slow. You trust us."

It was a statement, not a question. She'd noticed Kels rarely asked but rather told, as if he'd already made up her mind for her, but when was he ever wrong? Elion had begun caressing her bottom, squeezing her cheeks, then easing his fingers between her labia and circling lightly just inside her pussy. The fire started all over again, as if it had ever died.

She swallowed once, hard, then nodded.

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How he'd stopped himself from coming into Sayal's sweet mouth would remain a wonder forever, Kels suspected. Watching Elion fuck her, his heavy shaft glistening with her juices, had been plenty to push him over the edge, but then on top of that, she'd wanted to suck him off too. Saints... It was only the desire to come inside her along with El that had kept him from shooting off. He could get it up again quick, but he knew it would tip El over the edge, and he wanted his mate crawling with lust when they fucked. Which he was. He could see it in Elion's fierce eyes, in his focused expression as he kissed Sayal's shoulder blades and worked his magic on her ass.

Elion had lubed his fingers and begun slipping them between her cheeks. Kissing her mouth, Kels maneuvered his hand between their bodies and found her precious clit. She jumped, still sensitive from her climax, but he didn't relent. Knowing Elion teased her rim while he worked her from the front had his cock dripping. His mind already raced ahead with other combos they could try down the road. He fairly shook with desire. Despite his extensive adventures between the sheets, his body had never been so tight and aching.

He curled his tongue around Sayal's and sucked it into his mouth, and she moaned. He felt her trembling, her hips shifting. She liked it—Elion's fingers in her ass. She'd loved the dildo. But El's dick was far huger than that little toy... Well, if she hurt, they'd stop, though it would be difficult.

A fluttery sigh escaped her, and she pushed subtly away from him toward Elion. Over her shoulder, he caught his mate's gleaming eye and smiled. Elion smiled back wickedly. Mm, good man. Fuck, this energy zinging between them was amazing.
You first
, he mouthed, and Elion scraped his teeth over Sayal's burnished skin, wringing shivers and prickle flesh from her. Her nipples tightened even more, and Kels pinched them hard, drawing them toward him. She moaned throatily. Ah, so she liked it a little rough. That was good. Promising.

Elion gazed down, and Kels knew he was greasing his cock. Kels shifted to suck Sayal's dusky nipples. She had perfect tits really, and so sensitive. She clenched his hair. He only hoped she didn't rip it right from his scalp when El got into her.

He could gauge exactly how far his friend had gotten by the tension from her hands and her high-pitched gasps. He rolled his tongue over her beaded nips and slid slippery fingers over her clit, coaxing her body to take Elion's cock. Unable to resist, he moved his hand between her thighs, soaked with her juices and lube, and with his fingertips felt that monstrosity halfway embedded in her. Crack and ruin...

His cock jerked, the blood pounding through it with the beat of his heart. Experimentally, he pushed his fingers into her puss. Tight. Molten. Drenched. He eased them in and out, able to feel El's cock on the other side of a thin barrier of skin. Ah, he had to get in there...

Sayal's eyes were squinched shut. He rubbed his raspy cheek against her breast to make her open them. “All right, luv? Remember your magic number."

She clutched his shoulders—thank the saints, he wouldn't be bald tonight—and nodded. “It's... I'm..."

Elion exhaled a breath, his fingers tight on her biceps, and Kels could tell he'd begun to move in her slowly, inch by inch out, then inch by inch in. His mate's face was taut with ecstasy and ferocious concentration. Sayal furrowed her brow, but she pulled Kels closer and sought out his mouth.

"Yeah, that's it. That's our girl,” he murmured against her sweet lips. “It's good, eh?"

"Yes, but...there's no room for you."

She said it with such certainty that he almost laughed. “Sure there is. You'll see.” Or was there? He didn't want to break her. But if he didn't get into her, he'd be up El's ass in a minute. Not that that would be a bad thing, but it wasn't what was called for at the moment. He lifted her thigh over his and brought their bodies close together. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and their arms came around each other.

Had El ever done a three-way? He didn't think so, but his mate performed admirably, shifting as Kels moved Sayal over him, drawing out as Kels began to push his cock into her puss. Her slick flesh parted around him like a clenched, feverish fist. Ah, she was tight, even without El inside her. It'd been a surprise for him in the arena, how virginal she'd seemed, even though she wasn't one. Part of her charm, but... He shuddered as he stroked inside her. Her ass must be burning, and Elion was ready to rejoin them. He hoped she didn't scare off.

Saints, she was a breath-stealing beauty. The satin sheen of her hair fell over her shoulder, over his arm, and onto the sheets. Her huge green-gold eyes opened to stare into his, wide with the surprise of discovery as his mate timed his reentry with Kels's languid thrusts. He'd angled around the bed enough that she straddled him now, and Elion knelt behind her, his knees bracketing Kels's thighs. It was as good a position as they were likely to try, the first time...

He stroked her cheek and her throat and her tits and felt her breath come in hot bursts while he and El found a rhythm. Not too fast...not too slow. El was as tuned into her as he was, as she was to them. The gripping tightness, the furnace of her cunt, the slide of Elion's cockhead over his shaft as they moved inside her—saints, it was like nothing he'd ever known. He pushed her down onto his cock and writhed as incredible sensations poured through to his every last nerve.

"Sayal...” he ground out. It was her, all her, her magic, her innocence. Her love. She gave all she had to them.

He caught Elion's burning gaze. His friend stroked her back, her thighs. He wrapped his wrists in her hair, and Kels could see his mate was lost in the moment as well.

Sayal began to move, swinging her head, moaning. She kneaded Kels's chest with her small hands. “Yeah, that's the girl, princess. Come for us. You feel how much we love you."

"You come...for me,” she gasped out, a hint of demand in her voice. Kels grinned and looked up at Elion, who grinned back. Then El closed his eyes and moved more earnestly. Kels gave up to the heat and pleasure. Sayal bucked on his shaft, her nails digging into his skin. She came with a fierce cry, tossing her head back, grinding down on their cocks like a wild thing.

A feral intensity gripped him, and he shoved into her, poured into her, a river of cum jetting into her, while Elion hissed through his teeth and met him inside her. Elion's face reddened; he clenched his jaw, and he broke, grunting and pumping, his fingers tight around Sayal's waist.

They melted into a sweaty, heavy breathing pile of spent flesh, arms and legs entangled. He and Elion stroked Sayal and covered her with soft kisses. El whispered in her ear, assuring himself she was all right, which she was. All right, but clearly somewhat overwhelmed.

Kels kissed her forehead and played his fingertips over the lovely contours of her face and throat. “You did great, precious,” he whispered. She smiled tiredly at him. Elion leaned over her shoulder, and Kels met him for a brief kiss; then they all snuggled down beneath a bedsheet to rest.

But as Sayal, sandwiched between them, slipped off to sleep, and Elion lay with his eyes closed and his arm draped around her waist, Kels realized he'd done a terrible thing.

He'd fallen in love for the first time, genuinely.

Elion, as usual, was right. Keeva hadn't loved him. Nor had he loved her. He'd been caught up in the excitement of her, the idea of it. But this... Sweet Sayal and his best friend... The pure love he had for them churned his brain. Not since his family had lived had he truly given his heart.

And look at how that had worked out. Seeing them murdered had nearly destroyed him. And now he might lose Elion and Sayal. Another forgotten emotion raised its ugly head: cold, dark fear.

He had never been a religious man, never believed in any of the spooks or spirits others worshipped, yet he found himself praying to any stray power that might be listening in: Please...let this work.

While he stood outside the
Nova
in the pale purplish light of setting twin suns a little less than three days later, Elion thought back on Kels's brief discussion about fate. He knew Sayal believed in it, believed nothing happened by chance. That all things happened for a reason. As he watched the predatory, one-man Lance 42 setting down ten meters away on its spidery legs, a shiver ran up his spine, and he had to admit fate or something like it seemed to be playing a hand in their dealings of late.

The past few days had been paradise. He and Kels and Sayal had had time to discover one another, to explore and play and talk and learn. Elion would gladly float through the deeps forever with them if he could. He'd never known such happiness. Yet unless they resolved this issue, all their lives were forfeit. And so, still racked with doubts, he'd called Lowan and risked summoning one of the SenVerse's deadliest killers to their aid.

Perhaps he wouldn't have been so nervous if it weren't for the fact that the EFC's sworn goal was the destruction of anything Prime. Which would include Sayal, should she be discovered.

"That him?” Kels said beside him.

"Mm. Think so. Hope so.” He swallowed and tightened his hands around the pulsar. He'd spoken to Lowan briefly, explained in as few words as possible that he needed him. The swiftness with which the agent had agreed to meet them shouldn't have come as a surprise, he supposed. What he and Lowan had shared had been...intense. And as the shadowed canopy of the slim maroon ship slid back, his breath caught. He realized he hadn't really expected Lowan to come. But there he was. Elion would never mistake the slender, muscular build and the tigerlike grace for anyone else.

Dressed in formfitting black durablend, crisscrossed with straps and buckles from his chest to his heavy, bolted boots, the pilot removed his helmet and tossed it back into the ship, revealing black hair razored close to his skull and piercing eyes that settled immediately on Elion. He didn't even pass a gaze over Kels as he approached. Like a carnivore homing in on its prey, he strode directly to Elion, then crushed his mouth against his.