Hybrid's Love (9 page)

From her perch beside him, Wren watched the
large bay doors of the other ship open. It was at least ten times
the size of Kyr’s shuttle. Kyr eased the shuttle inside, settling
it down gently on the grated, metal floor. The doors slid closed
behind them and after a few moments, several lights blinked
furiously on the control panel and then went off. At that point,
Kyr rose and opened the shuttle doors. He helped her to climb down
and together, they climbed a large flight of stairs to the main
deck of the ship.

The ship was similar to Kyr’s shuttle. The
strips of blue lighting that illuminated walkways and outlined
doorways. However, the living area was more comfortable. Instead of
the narrow berths, there was a large banquette in one corner that
was roughly the size of a king bed. On the other side was a galley
and dining area that would seat at least ten. The front of the ship
was dome shaped and mostly glass so that they appeared to be
surrounded by the blackness of space. It was both disconcerting and
strangely beautiful.

The man who rose from the helm was beautiful,
just as he’d been in the fantasies and memories that Kyr had shared
with her. Lexian’s blonde hair was long, hanging to his broad
shoulders. There was an arrogance in his stride as he moved toward
them. He didn’t say anything, simply embraced Kyr quickly and then
turned to her. Memories flooded her. All the love and trust that
the two had shared over the years, not just from Kyr’s memories,
but also from Lexian’s, filled her. She also felt something else.
Lexian was as attracted to her as Kyr had been.

“It is an honor to meet you, Wren Marlow.
Your presence here provides hope to all of the Sentinel
Guards.”

“Thank you, Lexian.”

“I have prepared a chamber for you both
below, if you wish to rest. I have been monitoring traffic and
while the Commander has issued a warrant for you, he appears to be
using considerable discretion. There is no mention of Wren in the
warrant. I can only assume then that he wishes her disappearance to
remain quiet.”

“Not my disappearance as much as my
discovery,” Wren said. “It’s better for the Commander if no one
ever realizes that Kyr even found me.”

Lexian nodded his agreement, “That is very
true. The Commander is very aware of appearances and will do
whatever is necessary to maintain the ruse that he has been a loyal
subject to the Core 7 Alliance.”

Wren knew that there were things that Kyr
needed to discuss with Lexian, things that they needed to say to
one another without her interference. The air needed to be cleared
before the three of them could proceed. She kissed Kyr lightly on
the lips, opening her mind to him, showing him precisely what she
wanted. When she backed away, she said, “I am not all that tired,
but I would very much like a shower.”

“Of course,” Lexian said, and showed her to
the small corridor off the main room. “Your room is the second on
the left. You simply have to press your thumb to the keypad on the
left and it will open.”

Kyr watched her walk away stunned by the gift
he’d just been given. He turned back to Lexian, “She knows about
us.”

Lexian looked at him sharply, raising a
golden brow in surprise. “Initially it had been agreed that we
would not tell any of the recovered mates about those
relationships, that it might impact their ability to accept
us.”

Kyr sat down, resting his hands on his knees.
“Wren’s telepathic abilities are remarkable. Even without the
training that she should have received, she is very skilled. I
think any attempts to hide information from any of the mates that
we are lucky enough to recover would be foolhardy. At this point,
honesty will be the best policy.”

Lexian leaned against the wall, crossing his
arms over his chest. “Has that made things difficult between the
two of you?”

“No. It hasn’t. We forgot that our mates have
been engineered to be perfect for us in every way, including having
compatible desires.” Kyr paused. “It isn’t just that she knows,
Lexian. She’s seen it in my memories... every graphic and explicit
detail. She feels what I feel and knows what I know. Including the
pleasure that you’ve given me.”

“That is remarkable.... both the ability and
her acceptance of us. While attitudes on Earth are changing
rapidly, many women raised there would not be so forgiving of our
desires. You are a lucky man.”

“Perhaps we can both be lucky men. Wren has
also expressed a certain amount of curiosity... about being with us
both.”

Lexian couldn’t immediately formulate the
questions that were swirling in his mind. Finally, he managed to
ask, “Are you suggesting that she would not mind sharing?”

“What he’s suggesting,” Wren said,
approaching from behind, wearing nothing but a simple robe that had
been left in their room for her, “Is that I am very interested in
being with both of you... together.”

Lexian turned to Kyr, “I would never dream of
interfering with you and your mate.”

Kyr rose and walked toward Lexian. “It isn’t
interfering. Both Wren and I want you to join us. When you find
your own mate, things will change perhaps, but in the meantime...
There is no reason that we cannot take our pleasure with one
another.”

Wren moved closer, standing so close to
Lexian and Kyr that her breasts brushed against them. She stroked
her hand up Lexian’s muscular arm, to tangle in his blonde hair,
before rising on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. He groaned
against her lips. His hands immediately coming to rest on her hips.
He tugged her closer to him until she could feel his impressive
erection against her. Then Kyr was behind her, his engorged cock
nestled against the small of her back as his lips and tongue
coasted over her neck. Trapped between the two of them, feeling
their hard bodies pressed against her, Wren was painfully aroused.
Her clit throbbed and moisture pooled between her thighs. Her
nipples tightened to hard buds that pressed against the granite
wall of Lexian’s chest.

Abruptly, she broke way from kiss and leaned
into the comfort of Kyr’s arms. “It isn’t just me you want,
Lexian,” she said.

Lexian met her challenging gaze and his
perfectly sculpted lips curved into a devastating smile. He stepped
closer and as Wren watched them, he fused his lips to Kyr’s,
kissing the other man with all of his pent up desires. It had been
months since he had been with Kyr. Since the initial discovery of
the evidence that had led him to Wren’s location on Earth, Lexian
had not seen him. There were other Sentinels in the barracks who
would have been more than happy to share his bed, and he’d even
been tempted, but the bond between himself and Kyr had always been
different. He couldn’t quite believe that Kyr’s mate would be
willing to share him and herself. It had been a secret fantasy for
him, that one day he and Kyr would take a woman together.

Now, kissing Kyr, feeling the rasp of the
other man’s whiskers against his lips, the hardness of his kiss,
while the softness of Wren’s breasts pressed against him, was a
sensual onslaught that he was helpless to resist. His cock had
hardened to the point of agony. The thought had no more than
crossed his mind, when he felt the soft glide of feminine hands
over him. It was the first time a woman had ever touched him
intimately. It was different from what he had experienced with
other men, heady and undeniably erotic.

Kyr broke the kiss, his breathing labored.
“We can’t all retire at the same time... but there is no reason we
cannot be more comfortable here at the helm.”

Lexian looked at the large banquette, and
then swept Wren into his arms, carrying her until he could deposit
her on the soft cushions. Her damp, red hair fanned out around her
and she looked like a pagan offering. Kyr laid down beside her and
held his hand out to Lexian in a silent invitation to join them. He
could not have resisted for any treasure in the universe. With Wren
lying between them, Lexian reached for the ties of her robe,
parting the fabric to reveal the lush curves of her body.

“You have no idea,” he said reverently, his
hands stroking her breasts with a gentle touch, “how many times
I’ve dreamed of this.”

Wren reached out for Kyr, bringing one of his
hands up as well, so that they caressed her breasts together. “It
isn’t a dream any longer. It’s real.”

Kyr kissed her then, his tongue sliding
between her lips as his fingers tugged at her nipple. With his
tongue gliding sensually over hers, Wren moaned at the feel of
Lexian’s mouth closing over her nipple. His tongue curled around
the tight bud, laving gently, as Kyr kissed her thoroughly,
claiming her mouth.

“I want you both naked,” she said, breaking
the kiss. “I want to see you.”

The men complied readily, shedding their
clothes. Their bodies were perfect. Both were heavily muscled,
their dedication to their training apparent in every rippling
pectoral and ridged abdominal muscle. Whereas Kyr’s chest was
devoid of all hair, Lexian’s bore a light dusting of golden curls,
the hair narrowing into a thin strip before growing thicker again
to form a nest around his cock. His member was as long as Kyr’s,
but not as thick, and the head was perfectly plum shaped. Sitting
up, Wren reached for them, cupping their impressive cocks, one in
each hand. She stroked them simultaneously, and then took Kyr in
her mouth, suckling the thick head of his cock, pulling him deeper
into her mouth.

It was Lexian’s hands who fisted in her hair,
holding her head steady as Kyr began to thrust. Each thrust was
shallow, a light dip of his hips, but his cock was so large it
filled her mouth completely. The taste of him was divine and only
enhanced by his harsh groans of pleasure. Glancing up, she saw that
Lexian had claimed Kyr’s mouth. The kiss was hard, consuming and
all the hotter for it.

Pulling back slightly, Wren began to lick
Kyr’s cock, the tip of her tongue caressing every velvety inch of
him. She worked her way down until she could take the tight spheres
of his balls into her mouth, suckling them gently. Her nails
lightly raked his thighs. Unable to resist, she closed her hand
around Lexian’s pulsing shaft, stroking him gently as she once
again took Kyr’s erection deep into her mouth.

“Enough! Wren, I can’t take any more,” Kyr
said gruffly.

Reluctantly, Wren let him go. She lay back on
the cushions and watched as the two men kissed again. Kyr stroked
Lexian’s cock, just as she had. Seeing his large hand gripping the
other man’s cock made her body throb with need. She felt so empty
and needed desperately to be filled. Kyr lay down beside her and
pulled her over him so that she straddled his lean hips. His cock
nudged impatiently at her entrance. Impatient herself, Wren gripped
him in her hand and guided him into her wet, aching sheath. She
gasped his name as she impaled herself upon him. So eager to have
him filling her.

When Lexian moved behind her she smiled. It
was as if he too was reading her mind, and knew precisely what her
fantasy entailed. His hands cupped the soft globes of her behind,
his fingers sliding between the crevice, massaging that tender
opening. The oil that he rubbed on her skin tingled slightly. With
only a slight hesitation, a split second’s doubt, Wren leaned
forward until her breasts were crushed to Kyr’s chest, her head
resting against his shoulder. She felt his hands slide over her
back, down to her bottom where he too cupped the generous globes,
parting them, opening her to Lexian.

The first gently nudge of Lexian’s cock
against that puckered opening had her groaning. The nerves were
exquisitely sensitive. With only the head of his cock clenched
inside the tight ring of muscles and Kyr’s cock filling her pussy,
she couldn’t halt the flood of pleasure. It roared through her,
leaving her gasping and quaking in their arms, her sheath
contracting rhythmically with the first orgasm.

Kyr cursed in a language she didn’t
understand, but she could feel his desperation, his need to make
the pleasure last for all of them. Lexian pushed further, sliding
another inch of his cock into the tight passage. The tender flesh
burned with the intrusion, the pleasure and pain mingling in a mind
numbing haze. She gripped Kyr’s shoulders, her nails biting into
his flesh. She forced herself to relax, to open herself more fully
to Lexian’s invasion. He pushed again, his cock sliding past the
second ring of muscles, until h was fully inside her. She could
feel them both, their cocks squeezing against the thin membrane
that separated them. Nothing had ever been so right, so complete,
as having both of them inside her.

“Please,” she begged, uncertain of even what
she was asking for, but Lexian knew, as did Kyr. Lexian withdrew
first, sliding his cock out of her tight passage, until only the
head remained seated within her. He thrust forward again,
forcefully. The impact sent her sliding up, her wet sheath grasping
at Kyr’s cock. When Kyr thrust into her again, she sobbed their
names in a pleading chorus. They created a rhythm that left her
mindless and begging. First one and then the other would thrust
into her, filling her, claiming her, over and over, until her whole
body trembled with need and pleasure.

“Cum for me, Wren,” Lexian urged, his breath
hot against her ear. “Let me feel the sweet contractions of your
body. Take Kyr with you. I want to feel him coming inside you.”

Wave after wave rippled through her. Her
inner muscles clenched unmercifully on Kyr’s cock, and on Lexian’s.
Kyr groaned, his hands tightening painfully on her hips as he
surged into her again. The first hot spurt of his cum elicited a
sharp cry from her as it triggered the second wave of her orgasm.
More rippling contractions, as her body pulsed around him, milking
every drop of his seed from him.