Experiment (Hybrid Book 2) (24 page)

“Milk his balls Chesara, now,” he said urgently, and he arched her neck a little with his other hand. She watched in fascination as Connor stilled, and then surged forward with a shout. Hot milky spurts struck the back of her throat, one after the other, she panicked, but Tenset held her in place, telling her to swallow on each jet, to squeeze his balls.

Connor’s face finally relaxed, and he looked at her with such love, as he tried to catch his breath, that she imagined herself filling up with it and floating away like a balloon.

“God that was wonderful, you are so incredible,” Connor leaned forward and reverently brushed her hair away from her face.

“I can’t wait to feel your sweet mouth on me, but I’ve got other plans for you now.”

She turned to see a wicked, sexy smile on Tenset’s face. A quick glance down showed that he was more than ready to play. Connor moved behind her and lay down, pulling her back to his chest.

“Mmm you smell delicious, I could eat you all over again,” Tenset murmured, and she felt Connor’s dick stiffen against her back. She craned round to see his face.

“Again?” she asked incredulously.

“What can I say, you’re sexy,” he said and shrugged his massive shoulders, totally unapologetic.

As control had been pretty much in their court so far, she decided she needed to do something about that.

“Now it’s your turn Blackbeard, so whatcha gonna do?” she challenged him.

She found her hand grabbed firmly and pressed firmly around his dick, rubbing the underside. It was like thick velvet, and hot to the touch. She remembered that he’d been waiting all evening, giving her an orgasm, helping her give Connor one, yet nothing for himself. She licked her lips.

“I know you need me, and I need you. Love me Tenset.”

He flipped over onto her knees, her face against Connor’s chest.

“Why this way?” she gasped as Connor firmly palmed her breast whilst steadying her by holding her shoulder.

“Because I love looking at your ass, the markings are like landing lights, sweetcheeks.”

Hands tightened on her thighs, pulling them apart, and he left her there, exposed. She could feel Tenset looking at her most intimate place, but rather than being embarrassment, she felt powerful and gorgeous. She wiggled her ass at him in encouragement. A sharp slap to her left buttock had her jumping into Connor’s chest.

“What the hell?” she tried to turn round, but Connor held her still.

“We set the pace. Remember your promise earlier?” He waited until she nodded.

It took a great deal of effort to remain still, as her insides were starting to cramp from the need to be filled, but she didn’t make a sound as she trembled when he placed himself at her entrance, and just rubbed his head over her folds.

Connor captured her groan in his mouth as Tenset pushed in a scant inch. Swivelling his hips he circled his broad head just inside her. Connor might be longer, but Tenset was definitely thicker, each was uniquely perfect in their own way. She tried to push back onto him, but he stilled her movement with a hand on her hip, she could feel her insides clenching in desperation, surely, he could feel it as well?

The feeling of him thrusting in strongly, filling up completely in one long hard stroke nearly made her see stars. It might have been herself, Connor or Tenset that groaned in pleasure, but it could have been all three of them.

“Kiss me,” she demanded of Connor. And he took her mouth while Tenset was taking her from behind. Two sets of strong hands held her steady, so she didn’t move while Tenset continued his punishing thrusts.

“Move her hair so I can see your tongue in her mouth. Yeah that’s it, God she feels good, even better than I remember,” Tenset said as he continued to thrust strongly.

Connor reached a hand between them and fingered her clit. She almost screamed into his mouth as the place deep inside her reacted to all the stimulation, and connected with Tenset’s cock.

“Oh god, that’s fucking unbelievable,” he groaned as he held still.

Chesara wasn’t listening as her body exploded clenching and rippling as it worked to get as much of Tenset’s seed inside it as it could. She felt herself scream, and Connor captured her cry in his mouth, surrounding her, being as much a part of her as Tenset roared and emptied himself into her.

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enset leaned over her back, gasping and dizzy. Nothing, nothing had ever felt like that. It like he’d been turned inside out, that he’d poured his very soul into her. After a few moments, he realized that his full weight was laying on her. He hastily pulled back up on to all fours, only to see that Connor’s arm had been between them and had been supporting a lot of his weight rather than Chesara. He managed to murmur ‘thanks troll’ before settling bonelessly beside them and falling into a much-needed sleep instantly.

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e woke feeling better than he had in weeks, then felt even better because Chesara was sleeping beside him. She was truly stunning, soft dark curls lay on her cheek, and her full lips were slightly open, begging for him to kiss them. The thought of how they had looked around Connor the night before had his dick roaring to life.

To make matters worse, the sheet had slipped down her torso to expose one delicately patterned breast. As if on autopilot, he reached out a hand to touch her. This would be their first ‘morning glory,’ one of many he decided.

“Leave her to sleep, idiot,” came an aggressive whisper from the doorway. Tenset turned over, and glared at his friend. “Why?” he mouthed silently.

Connor gave him a grin and crooked a finger, beckoned him out of the room. He was already washed, shaved and dressed and Tenset felt like a complete slob in comparison, but competing with the handsome Federation, make that ex-Federation man, in the looks department was no longer possible. And he was eternally grateful that Chesara didn’t seem to mind. How she’d react to his scars had occupied many hours as he’d waited in the escape pod for the Aires to pick him up. Last night had been about her, but now she was on board and as safe as he could make her, his mind drifted back to other issues, ones he certainly didn’t want to discuss with either Chesara or Connor.

He’d dodged the question of her healing him once already but he knew he’d have to face it sooner or later. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want his eye back, it was more that it might be beyond even Chesara’s talents. He didn’t know whether he could face the disappointment if she failed. If she didn’t try, she couldn’t fail. Plus, he didn’t want to admit that being at anyone’s mercy again, after what Tamas had done, made him feel significantly uncomfortably, but that wasn’t the only thing that was playing on his mind this morning.

He’d got damn close to Connor when he’d taught Chesara to suck him, and he’d thoroughly enjoyed it. Had Tamas changed his sexuality as he’d claimed? Connor certainly hadn’t seemed to mind, but he didn’t know what Connor’s preferences were, hell he hardly knew the man. Yet, he trusted him with his life.

At the back of his mind he knew it was Chesara’s influence that made him feel this way. Back on Kalzir, he’d tried to fight against it, tried to return to his previous mind-set, but it had been pointless. Whatever hold she had over him, it was permanent, and it seemed to extend to anyone else Chesara had feeling for.

What would he do if Connor tried to touch him as Tamas had done? Maybe Connor and Chesara had already done a good deal of touching this morning which was why Connor wanted to let her sleep.

And he’d thought being Lord Tenset Shamir had been complicated, he groused to himself as he pulled himself gently out from under the covers without disturbing the person he loved more than life itself. Pulling on his trousers, he followed Connor’s retreating back out of the room.

The other man had obviously had a rummage through the closets already as he’d ditched the Federation uniform and was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. He must have taken them from the big bald headed man as no one else in the Federation crew was a match for Connor’s size. Clothing for Chesara was something else to put on his ‘to do’ list. There hadn’t been any female crew members.

Connor pushed a plate of scrambled eggs, sausages, and toast across the table to him as he sat down. Picking up his fork, he started to eat. He looked up to see Connor still staring at him. Putting down his cutlery a sigh, he asked, “What the hell are you looking at? Never seen a man eat before?”

“How are you feeling after last night?”

“Fucking wonderful, you?”

He picked up his fork again, not wanting to get into a conversation about what he’d done before he’d got his own head around it.

“You really are a dumb ass, you know that don’t you?”

The fork hit the table again.

“Come again?” This was no longer funny. “Spit it out Connor, what’s eating you?”

Connor shook his head slowly, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

“How does your breakfast look?”

Tenset frowned and glanced down at his plate suspiciously.

“What’s the matter with it? You didn't spit in it, or anything did you?” He didn’t think Connor would do something like that, but who knew? Personally, he’d played some horrible tricks on people as a kid. Maybe Connor was making up for a strict childhood.

Again with the sigh and raised eyebrows from the taller man. Tenset pushed back from the table and stood up, enough was enough.

“Listen, I don’t know what going on in your crazy tech implanted head, but it’s too fucking early to play mind games, and I’m hungry, so just let me eat before I decide to drop you off on some deserted moon.”

“You dumb fuck. Haven’t you realised you can see with both eyes?”

He just stared at the delighted grin on Connor’s face for a few second before his hands shot up to his face, nearly poked himself in the eye in the process. He only managed to stop because he could actually see his fingers.

He sat back down heavily as his knees gave way. His fingers continued to explore his face, amazed at the smooth skin that had replaced the puckered pink scars. He checked out his chest before swiftly twisting around he felt behind him, and yes, the scars on his back were gone too.

He looked up at Connor, totally overwhelmed.

“She was working on you when I woke up, but she must have been at it for several hours already. I’ve seen her do a lot of things mate, but I’ve never seen her regenerate an entire eye before. It was quite a job in one go, even for her.”

Tenset tried to get his head around the fact that he was whole again, and failed.

“I never thought she could do it, the scars yes, but the eye?”

He pushed himself back to his feet, intent on going to thank her, only to be stopped by Connor who had quickly moved to block the doorway.

“Hold on pretty boy, it took a lot out of her, let her sleep it off. She’s had a busy few weeks remember?  In the meantime, we’ve got some planning to do, for when and if we find the Garians. They like to trade, and at the moment we’ve got nothing they’d want in exchange for information about Dakarans, except us, this tub, and Chesara.”

Tenset shot him an angry look at even the thought of losing her.

“And as much as I find you an annoyingly cocky bastard, I think Chesara would have my balls on a plate if I suggested trading you, pretty as you are again. So we need to build up some wealth, whilst staying off Federation radar. Security and tech are my bag, not trading. Any ideas?”

Connor almost had to suppress a shiver at the twinkle in Tenset’s two very blue eyes, as an evil grin spread across his now handsome, scar free face.

The story continues in Hybrid 2: Experiment.

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ybrid 1: Discovery

Hybrid 2: Experiment

Hybrid 3: Flight

Hybrid 4: Fight

Hybrid 5: Silkash

Hybrid 6: Gladiatrix

Hybrid 7: Chimera

Hybrid 8: Reunited

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xcerpt from Hybrid 3: Flight

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wenty years ago

Darin D’Ahanal blinked as the face of a child swam into view. The last thing he remembered was Isaer D’Keldmar’s gently smiling face through the lid of the stasis pod as the gases started to swirl around him. Panaya, the only female on board had come into season. As he was only an adolescent, the other males, including Isaer’s litter brother Diegan, had decided it was safer all round for him to be kept safely in stasis until she came out of season, or the resultant litter was born.

Being involved in a mating frenzy took a great deal of maturity for a male if he wasn’t to be completely overwhelmed by the female’s advances. It was even worse that Panaya didn’t have a close relative on board to supervise. Male relatives were not affected by the pheromones, and it was said that litter sisters weren’t aggressive to each other either.

Although to his knowledge, no one had attempted to test the theory in living memory. Females were so rare that risking the almost unheard of female litter sisters, by letting them be together once they were mature, wouldn’t happen. Any other female in heat, or pregnant would protect her males fiercely against other fertile females.

In all honesty, Darin had been more than happy to agree to the stasis. He liked all the members of this mating group, but they were all far older than he was, and if he joined it, he would always be the junior member. Besides, the hungry look Panaya, who was old enough to be his mother, had given him earlier, made him distinctly uneasy. His friends had often whispered about females in season causing the death of males simply through exhaustion. Darin had his doubts about the validity of the tales, but he did not want to be the poor idiot who proved the theory.