Hybrid's Love (10 page)

When his cock softened and slipped from her,
she was still trembling. Lexian was still buried deep inside her,
rock hard and pulsing. He withdrew gently. Her body felt
deliciously used. She knew she would ache the following day, but it
had been worth it.

Kyr rolled her to her back, coming to rest
between her parted thighs. He slid down her body until he could
brush his mouth against the damp curls of her sex. With his face
pressed against her, he inhaled the scent of their lovemaking. She
was both shocked and aroused when he dipped his head lower, tasting
their mingled essence. Her arousal only increased when she saw
Lexian move behind him.

Kyr was eager for him and she noted that
Lexian’s hands trembled as his cock nudged between the taut spheres
of Kyr’s backside. His eyes never left hers, he watched her as he
claimed Kyr for his own in that moment. He rode him hard, fucking
him forcefully. Wren knew that he’d been gentle with her because
she had never taken a man that way before, but as she watched him
take Kyr, she wanted that same brute strength from him, the slight
edge of desperation and pure animal lust. With her legs parted and
Kyr lapping at her clit as Lexian pounded into him, Wren was soon
panting again, her soft cries echoing throughout the large
room.

“Touch your breasts for me,” Lexian
commanded.

Wren brought her hands up to cover the soft
mounds, her fingers sliding over the distended nipples, plucking at
them. Lexian’s eyes darkened, his hot gaze all but scorching her.
She closed her fingers over her nipples then, pinching them
harshly, loving how he responded to her. When Lexian’s hand snaked
around Kyr’s waist, clasping the other man’s hardening cock, Wren
let out a groan. Kyr’s glorious cock filled his hand, a small drop
of precum glistening at the tip.

Eager to have him inside her again, Wren
parted her thighs wider and reached for him. “Fuck me, Kyr. I need
you inside me!”

Kyr gripped her hips and tugged her closer to
him, until he was kneeling between her parted thighs on the
banquette with Lexian still behind him, buried deep in his tight
passage. Kyr parted the soft, damp folds of her cunt and nudged his
cock inside her. He groaned as the swollen tissues clamped tight
around him. “You feel so good, Wren. So hot and tight for me.”

Without warning, Lexian thrust forward again,
the movement driving Kyr’s cock so deep into Wren that she
screamed. Lexian set the rhythm from that point forward. Every
thrust of his cock into the tight passage of Kyr’s ass sent Kyr’s
cock hammering into her. It was fast and hard, brutal and
animalistic. Wren’s entire body shook and trembled, incoherent
cries falling from her parted lips pleasure coursed through her
body. Each powerful thrust triggered another pulsing wave inside
her, until her inner muscles clamped so tightly around Kyr’s cock
he couldn’t even withdraw from her. His balls pressed so tight
against her, she could feel the spheres tightening, drawing up
against him, and then the hot rush of his seed filled her. Jet
after jet exploded into her, spilling deep into her womb. Lexian
gave a hoarse shout and his body shuddered as he spilled himself in
Kyr’s welcoming body.

Lexian withdrew first, collapsing onto the
banquette beside her. As Kyr began to withdraw, even that small
movement renewed her shivers. “No... please don’t move,” she
begged. Every nerve ending was so stimulated, she couldn’t stand
even the slightest of touch. Another orgasm, she thought, would
surely kill her.

Kyr kissed her, his lips pressing to hers in
a gentle kiss. Lexian followed suit, his lips pressing to sweat
slicked skin of her neck and shoulder. She smiled, thinking that no
woman had ever been so lucky as to have two men as beautiful as
Lexian and Kyr fulfill her every fantasy. When her body ceased its
trembling, Kyr rolled to her side and pulled her against him. She
lay there in the cradle of his arms, her head pressed to Lexian’s
chest as they both caressed and stroked her body until she fell
into a deep and much needed sleep.

“Thank you for this,” Lexian said, softly.
“For sharing her with me... for sharing yourself with me
again.”

Kyr met his gaze. “You will find your mate,
and when you do, she will be everything that you desire.”

“Perhaps... and perhaps she will not be as
forgiving of our past as your Wren is.”

Kyr sighed heavily. “Or she may be more than
forgiving. She, too, may be eager to explore all that you have to
offer.”

“You should rest. Take Wren below and allow
her to recover. I think we may have worn her out,” he said with a
sly smile.

Kyr stroked her hair absently, as he said.
“Only temporarily. I never dreamed that I would find a woman who
matched my desire, who would be as eager for our coupling as I
am.”

Lexian was jealous in that moment, not of
Kyr, but of Wren. He wanted what Kyr had found. He wanted a mate of
his own. Turning, he rose and returned to the helm, at ease with
his nudity as he strode through the cabin.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Wren awoke, her body aching and yet utterly
sated. Recalling the events that led to every twinge and ache, she
couldn’t stop the smile the coasted over her lips. She winced
slightly as she stretched and yawned, a reminder of how deliciously
rough both Kyr and Lexian had been with her. To be wanted so
desperately, to make two glorious men lose their hard won control,
it made her feel powerful and sexy in ways she never had
before.

Rising, she walked over to the pile of
clothes that she had discarded the night before. From the pocket of
her jacket, she retrieved the VID file that Amri had given her.
Noting the strange plug at the end of it, she saw a matching outlet
on the wall. Curious, she plugged it in and watched with amazement
as images began to play in front of her. They were slightly
distorted, with an element of surrealism. She was looking at her
blocked memories, somehow retrieved from her mind and transmitted
into data that could be viewed as bizarre images on a screen. She
could see herself as a child, and a group of young girls with her.
They were all in their beds, giggling in a room that looked like a
dormitory.

As Wren watched the VID file, other things
became apparent to her. Seeing those images triggered her waking
memory and an awareness as she filled in the gaps. She knew the
names of those little girls, she knew which ones were afraid of the
dark, which ones hated their housemother. It was all there,
coursing freely through her mind. When the images on the screen
changed, when the door to their room came crashing in and a troupe
of Aldacyians entered, Wren could remember that sick feeling in the
pit of her stomach, that fear that had settled inside her.

The Commander entered then, younger, and
wearing a uniform similar to Kyr’s. He delivered instructions to
the Aldacyians and Wren knew then that he wasn’t even the one in
charge. He was simply part of the hired help. He ordered that they
be taken and separated, that each one be taken to different worlds
or even galaxies, to places where they would blend. Wren had
screamed and cried as they rested her from the arms of her best
friend, a little girl with dark hair.

It wasn’t simply the memories. Other things
came to her, links that had been forged in their childhood. She
knew where the were. Each one of them was now shining to her like a
beacon. But there was one who would be rescued first, because the
hell the Commander had put her in was unlike anything that even
Wren had suffered.

Tears fell freely down her cheeks, unchecked
as she stared into the horror of what the Commander’s greed had
done. He’d wrecked the lives of seven innocent children, had
deprived seven brave warriors of the women who had been their
destined mates. All of it had been done for money.

Rising from the bed, Wren shrugged into the
clothes she’d retrieved and pulled the VID file from the wall unit.
She hid it above the door, placing it flat on the small ledge that
surrounded it. Stepping out into the corridor, she headed for helm.
Lexian and Kyr were already there. She wanted them for a moment,
noting how well they worked together, the ease and comfort they had
with one another. Just looking at them made her mouth go dry.

“We need to change course,” she said.

“Is there a problem?” Kyr asked.

“We’re going in the wrong direction...
Lexian’s mate is on Ralfar,” she said.

Lexian’s jaw tightened. “Ralfar is desolate
and brutal. She may not even be alive.”

“She’s alive. I can feel her.”

“How, Wren?” Kyr asked.

The knowledge was there, somehow unlocked in
her mind along with all of her memories. “Because that’s what I was
created to do. Telepathy is a byproduct, Kyr, for my true purpose.
I was to be a locator for all the Sentinels. That is why the
Commander had me taken to Earth, as far from the rest of you as
possible.... We need to hurry, Lexian. She needs us. She needs
you.”

Lexian entered new coordinates into the
ship’s navigation system. “And you’re certain she is my mate?”

Wren smiled. “I’m certain of everything now.
And yes.... Avony was always intended for you. She was my best
friend.”

Kyr took her in his arms then, sensing her
sadness. “We will find them, Wren. We will find them all.”

Wren allowed him to hold her, to give her the
comfort that she so desperately needed. The knowledge that infused
her was filled with ugly truths and horrible realizations. They had
all suffered, and it was time for each of them to have what she had
found with Kyr, someone to love and support them, to cherish and
protect them. However it had come to be, it was still the most
perfect thing she’d ever known in her life.

“I love you,” she said, softly.

“And I love you,” he whispered, his voice a
gentle breath against her ear.

She smiled into the warmth of his chest and
thanked the stars that he had found her and claimed her. Nothing
could have ever prepared her for the wonder that was a hybrid’s
love.