Harry's Sacrifice (16 page)

But he didn’t want to examine why that was so important. Not at the moment.

Harry lined himself up and then pressed forward, entering slowly, holding her gaze as she opened to him, allowing him entrance. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was tight. A lot tighter than he’d expected.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he rasped, still holding her gaze. He needed to be gloved by her warm heat, but he didn’t want to cause her any pain. On the contrary, he wanted to bring her as much pleasure as he knew she would bring him.

“It doesn’t hurt.” She squirmed under him a little, allowing him to move deeper. “Keep going, Harry. I want it all.”

Her whispered words made him groan as he sank deeper into her blazing heat. Bright stars, she felt better than he’d dreamed. Better than anything he’d ever felt before. Better than anything he would ever feel again with any other woman.

Harry quashed the thought. This was about now. Today. The present moment. He would not think about tomorrow. He
refused
to think about it.

Harry slid all the way into her and only dimly heard the sound of the door opening.

Roshin gasped as she felt Harry fill her. It’s what she’d wanted for some time now. She wanted to feel his possession, his ardor, the way his cock filled her pussy. She felt decadent and also as if she was some kind of life-giving goddess. She’d read histories of her people and the roles of male and female in the ancient past, but she’d never expected to feel this way.

She had spoken with some of the human females among the
Zxerah
about sex. They had told her things about the way their mates made them feel—both physical things and emotional things. She hadn’t fully understood them…until now.

Harry brought out emotions and physical sensations that astounded her. He was a talented lover, but all the finesse in the world couldn’t replace the raw emotion she sensed in his possession, and the need she thought she read in his expression. She was getting better at reading him and better at understanding what she saw. She was getting to know him on an entirely different level now with his cock inside her.

When the door to the room opened, it broke her concentration only a little. She looked over to see Cormac framed in the dim light of the doorway. The room was mostly dark—Harry hadn’t raised the lighting level much above ambient. But she could see the harsh angles of Cormac’s face and the way his lips twisted and then opened as his gaze roamed first over her body and then to the place where Harry and she joined.

She watched, excitement flaring to life anew within her as Cormac stepped into the room and allowed the door to shut. He stood quietly in the dimness beside the door as Harry began to move with her. She cried out at the sensation and Cormac’s eyes met hers.

Stars!
There was something compelling about his look, something dominant and…hungry. Cormac licked his lips as he watched Harry take her, and somehow knowing that he was here, watching, made it all the more exciting.

Harry alone had been wonderful. Having them both here was astounding. It wouldn’t have been had it been any other male. Only Cormac. He could watch Harry fucking her and it heightened the pleasure. She knew in her heart that no other male would have the same effect.

The only thing better would be if Cormac was fucking her at the same time. Then she would be complete. For now though, she’d take this incredible pleasure and run with it. Run all the way to the stars.

Harry’s rhythm was a steady beat against her body, rising in tempo as their passions rose. Cormac’s gaze went to the place where they joined and she assumed he could see the silhouette, if not the actual image, of Harry’s cock sliding in and out of her body. She spread her legs to give him a better view and had to squirm at the thrill that shot through her at the thought of what she’d done. Cormac shifted and she could see his cock was hard and bulging against the restraining fabric of his pants. How she wanted to see it bare. Have it in her mouth. Against her skin. In her body.

Harry’s cock was pounding home ever more quickly as he drove her higher into the stratosphere. Cormac moved again, standing behind Harry’s back, his gaze narrowed on the action between their legs. She spread wider still, hoping to show Cormac what she wanted him to see, what she wanted him to do to her after Harry—with Harry—all together however it could possibly work.

She wasn’t thinking about the mechanics of it. She only knew what her body demanded. What it needed almost more than air. Both of them. Together. Apart. It didn’t matter. She needed both men. They were hers as she was theirs.

She couldn’t really see Cormac fully as Harry increased his pace again. She really couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the amazing pleasure Harry was giving her at the moment. Her climax was nearing and she sensed Harry’s was too. Their Hum comforted her and assured her the world would not blow apart when they came—no matter how much it might feel like it would.

One thing was for certain, she would never be the same. Not after this. Not after being with Harry and knowing his passion. She’d never had a lover who was so clearly desperate to be with her. Her. Not just any female. She knew in her heart Harry’s passion was based on their resonance. It was for her alone, and she reveled in that knowledge.

Roshin cried out when a hard, fast climax hit unexpectedly, but there was yet more to be had as Harry continued to stroke within her. His thrusts were powerful and skilled. He touched her in just the right way to set her off again and again, until finally she came with a strangled cry as he groaned above her.

She felt the tension in his body as he froze above her, his face wearing an expression of almost painful bliss. His eyes were tightly shut as the feeling of fulfillment rocked through them both, but she knew he was with her. He was part of her. His essence flowed into her and she wanted it all. She wanted all of him. Everything he would give her. Forever.

Harry’s body relaxed by slow degrees until he slipped from her and moved to the side. He lay down, only then seeming to realize that Cormac was in the room.

“Son of a…”

“You should not have done this.” Cormac sounded angry, and Roshin felt worry for the first time. She needed to speak, to make Cormac understand.

“I wanted it, Cormac. There was no force or coercion.” She wanted that point to be very clear.

She stood on wobbly legs, feeling Harry’s come slide down the insides of her legs, but that couldn’t be helped. She had to defuse Cormac’s anger and she thought she might know just how to do it.

She went over to him, facing him, naked. He seemed distracted by her body, which she took as a compliment. His anger seemed to be redirected into the flare of heat she could see in his eyes. He wanted her.

That was no problem. She wanted him too.

Feeling brazen, she reached out and slid one palm up his chest, moving closer. She invaded his personal space, but he didn’t seem to mind. He dipped his head, following her actions, his gaze riveted to hers as she stepped even closer until the tips of her breasts brushed against his shirt.

The sensation made her shiver and her nipples hardened into excited peaks.

She unfastened the closures of his shirt and slipped her hands under the fabric, shaping his muscular chest. How did she get so lucky? Both her mates were fit and handsome. Both had hard muscles she loved to run her hands over, though she had never felt the desire to do that in the past. Of course, she’d never been with a warrior before…and now she had two. She counted herself blessed.

Roshin let her hands drift down to Cormac’s waistband as his breathing hitched. She knew what she was doing to him. All the physiological signs of arousal were there, but even more importantly, she felt the same. Not only the physical things, but the emotional ones as well. For the first time in her life, the act of sex had an emotional component that she discovered, to her delight, added a whole new dimension to the physical act.

She unfastened his pants and pushed them downward, baring his thick erection. Roshin slid to her knees and took his hard cock in her hands…and then into her mouth. Satisfaction filled her as she heard Cormac groan. He reached out and cupped her head with his big hands, guiding her gently as she sucked him, and she knew her feminine power.

Enjoying her task, Roshin did her best to bring him off, but Cormac refused to let her pleasure him. He pushed her away gently, then brought her to her feet a little less gently, putting her back to the wall. He paused then, looking deep into her eyes as he cupped her head, running his fingers into her hair.

“Do you want me?” he whispered in the hottest voice she had ever heard.

Mutely, she nodded.

“Are you ready for me?” He seemed to want to be absolutely certain of his welcome before taking her, and while the care he displayed for her feelings was touching, she wanted him too much to wait and discuss it.

“Now, Cormac,” she pleaded with him. “Please!”

He growled as his mouth claimed hers and his big body leaned into hers, holding her against the wall. She spread her legs, ready for him, wanting him,
needing
him.

He obliged, pushing up into her in one slick move that brought him all the way home. She’d never done it standing up before and the sensations were amazing. He was so deep inside her. Gravity was definitely helping him touch places inside her body she’d been unaware of until now.

He kissed her savagely as he began to move. As desperation seemed to speed his ardent attack, the kiss ended, but the intimacy did not. He rested his head next to and a little above hers, his breath coming in hot pants against her neck. Oh yeah, it felt amazing as he began to pound into her, his body and strong arms supporting her against the unyielding surface of the cool wall behind her.

She opened her eyes as Cormac groaned and brought her to a quick, hard climax. She saw Harry sitting up in the bed, watching them. Shock turned to desire as she noticed Harry’s cock hardening again. Silently, she gazed at his cock, mesmerized, hoping he would touch himself for her to see.

And then he did.

Something about his hand wrapped around his cock set her off and she came again, becoming one long rolling ball of orgasm while Cormac pounded into her, groaning with each magnificent thrust.

She looked at Harry, focused on his cock, and then looked up at his face. He was watching them fuck, but he was also watching her. Their eyes met and held and he mouthed a single word.

“Come,” he said in the barest whisper of sound. She didn’t hear it so much as she felt it, and her world exploded.

Roshin came harder than she ever had before, pulling Cormac along with her. He pushed her into the wall, but it was a heady pressure, an amazing imprisonment. His big body felt so good against her, his muscles sliding against her softness, the sweat of their exertions making them slippery.

It felt so damn good. Better than anything she had dreamed of. As good as she’d felt with Harry.

And both times she’d made love with her two men, the other had watched a part of it. She thought that, more than anything else, had pushed her pleasure to an all-time high.

She was barely conscious when Cormac slipped from her body and carried her to the lav. He washed her gently with warm water and the softest cloth while she lazed under his ministrations. It was so nice that he cared enough to clean her and carry her around. What otherwise would have been embarrassing was made loving by all that had gone before, and the lethargy that overtook her.

She was mostly asleep when Cormac finished and carried her into the bedroom to deposit her in the middle of the big bed. Harry was on one side and Cormac took the other. Within seconds, she was sound asleep.

“I’m glad to see things have changed between you three,” Hara commented as they all sat around the table eating breakfast the next day.

Harry, Cormac and Ro hadn’t made it out of bed for the evening meal the night before, though Harry had raided the galley for a midnight snack for all three of them, which was consumed in bed. Mostly, he’d eaten his dinner off of Ro’s body and Cormac had taken great interest in learning that particular skill.

Cormac had been quiet most of the night. Harry hadn’t spoken much either, but he could sense the confusion coming from both of his Alvian companions. That, and the super-charged attraction.

Whenever Ro touched either Cormac or Harry, both of the older Alvians cocked their heads. No doubt they heard the Hum. Harry hoped the compelling Alvian Hum had led his two companions on the sexual adventure they’d all engaged in the night before. That, at least, was a legitimate reason. A reason that had something important behind it.

Without that kind of reason, in the cold light of day, Harry feared they would come to regret what had seemed almost sacred the night before. For his part, Harry didn’t regret a thing. He only worried for the two Alvians who were so new to emotion they didn’t quite know how to handle it.

Theirs had been a mostly silent fuck fest. The need that had overcome all three of them had been too big to put into words. It was also kind of awkward to want someone so much and not know how to go about expressing those feelings.

Harry knew Ro wasn’t emotionally mature enough to hear how confused he still was about all of this. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings. He didn’t know how to explain the pleasure he’d taken in the purely physical side of things while still being intensely conflicted emotionally.

Last night had been unbridled need. Soul-deep longing and ultimately some of the most satisfying sex he’d ever experienced. His gift of empathy had assured him all three of them were feeling similar things. So in the end, there had been no need for words, though at some point, the human side of his nature would demand satisfaction. He’d have to reconcile what he’d always thought he’d wanted in a relationship with what he might have with Roshin.

“To your knowledge, Hara, is it possible to Hum with more than one person?” Cormac asked out of the blue. Harry nearly choked on his breakfast.