Cold Mark (38 page)

Killeg hummed, his blue eyes tracking over my features. "We're working on that."

My attention honed directly on him.

These Plumas had better not harm Malik and Leo.

He waved a hand. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

Phila added, "Plus, we'll need to use our powers on them every so often. They're strong, so we don't want them ever remembering who you are to them. Keeping them close will be essential."

My words were slow. "Okay. But I want to be kept in the loop."

Both agreed easily enough. Killeg specified, "We have a meeting with them tomorrow. You can come if you want. To understand our plans."

"Yes, thank you."

A quiet descended on us, them watching me. Me eyeing them.

The night of reckoning had come.

I cleared my throat. "When I tell you this, you need to remember how much I cherish my freedom. I don't want you to become like my Vaq. Okay?"

In the same motion, they nodded, all their senses sharpened on me. My words. My every blink.

"I, um ... " I cleared my throat once more. "I knew you were part Kireg after we kissed." I blinked and amended my statement. "Actually, I knew it the morning after."

"How?" Phila asked in a quiet purr.

I lifted my right hand and pointed between my thighs. Burning heat flooded my face and sweat misted between my shoulder blades, but I pushed forward. "My hair. It changed to the color white."

Killeg stepped forward, but his left shin banged against the hov-coffee table.

Phila placed his hands in his pockets, and his muscles strained underneath his shirt.

I grabbed onto the seat cushion. They were barely holding themselves back.

Neck muscles straining, Phila cracked his neck. "You're saying our Kireg side has chosen you?"

I knew this much from my readings on Joyal. The Kireg race was a master of the mind and body. But their advanced nature did have drawbacks—it
owned
them. When a Kireg's body picked their ideal mate, and they shared bodily fluids—saliva included—the weaker counterpart took on physical similarities of the other. Even if neither person's mind accepted it at the time.

And when a Kireg mated, they mated for life. There was no turning back.

I stated quietly, "Yes, I believe so."

Killeg was in front of me in the blink of a Human eye with my hov-coffee table flying across the room and smashing to pieces on the floor. Yet again, we would have to buy another table. I yelped when he lifted me straight off the couch, his warm palms on my ass. I held on, wrapping myself around him as he marched us straight to my bedroom.

Phila shut the door behind us, effectively stopping Sweet Pea from following.

With checked power, Killeg placed me on my bed, the blanket caressing against my back. Leaning over me, his words were loving, even as his blue eyes glimmered with intensity. "We'll be gentle with you the first time."

Phila pulled his shirt off over his head and rested on his right side next to us. "Say yes, Braita."

Chest heaving, their scents and warmth invading my thoughts, I whispered, "Yes."

Killeg's blue, dazzling eyes never faltered from mine as his palms traveled down my sides until he stopped at the hem of my shirt. In a delicate, yet swift action, he pulled it off me. Sure and steady fingers removed my chest support just as easily.

I wrapped my left arm around my bare breasts, a blush of heat blooming on my cheeks.

Phila crooned, "Don't cover up for us, Braita. We think you're beautiful." I shuddered as he leaned over, his long white hair brushed against my flesh as his lips stroked against my jaw. "And we want to see all of you. We want to pleasure you until you're completely satisfied."

With tentative movements, I slowly uncovered my breasts and raised my hands to Phila's chest. His skin was like a bonfire on a chilly night, and I wanted to be scorched by this man—by these two men who had infiltrated their way into my new life. Into my very existence. I wanted
them
.

I peered up into complex dark eyes. "I don't know what to do."

He chuckled, a teasing of air, kissing my left earlobe. "We'll show you." His left hand captured mine, guiding my palm over his muscled flesh. "Do you like the way I feel?"

My breath caught when Killeg dipped, brushing his lips over my stomach, kissing around my belly button. His tongue peeked out and made small circles, only to then blow lightly against the area. My head arched back, and I gripped Phila's hand tight. "Yes, I like the way you feel."

He chuckled deep in his throat. "Wait until later. You'll love us then."

"I want to feel you against me," I whispered, grabbing his hair and pulling his lips down to mine, the pointed tops of his ears perfect for holding on to.

His lips curved against mine. "A greedy lover, are you?"

"Apparently." My mouth stroked over his with a fever bent on overwhelming me, and he returned my hunger in sweet indulgence, nibbling and brushing, holding me prisoner to his own wants. I begged, "More. Phila, Killeg, I need
more
."

My heart pounded, and my hands shook as they completely undressed me, baring all of my flesh to their hungry gazes. Their hands slid along my skin, cherishing each part of my person. I moaned as they slowly removed their clothing, pressing their heated bodies down onto mine.

Killeg's hands cupped my breasts, and when he dipped his head down to them, capturing each pebbled nipple with warm kisses, a fire built inside of me. It consumed and haunted my fevered flesh, begging to be put out. I held his head close, kissing his forehead, adoring him the only way I knew how.

His mouth traveled up to my collarbone.

But Phila's journeyed down my body.

I held my breath when he parted my legs and placed his mouth on my intimate flesh. "Oh, Mother Joyal." I jerked Killeg's face up to mine, asking quickly, "Should he be doing that?"

Killeg's plush lips twitched. "We'll be doing more than that."

"So that's a yes?" I sincerely hoped it was because I had never felt anything like it in my life.

"That's a yes." He touched his lips to my furrowed brow. "We're here to please you."

Phila's lips and tongue were sinful, dragging and coaxing me to an unknown place. My head shook back and forth against the bed. "I can't take much more of this."

Killeg hushed me and claimed my mouth, his tongue meeting mine. My hips rocked, and I grabbed onto Phila's hair between my thighs, even as passion unfolded in my intimate embrace with Killeg, treasuring his gifted mouth.
Both
of their talented mouths.

Phila rose between my legs, and I whined against Killeg's lips. But my eyes shot wide open when I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my vaginal opening. Through my lust-filled haze, I mumbled, "I don't want to become pregnant."

Killeg grinned. It was more beautiful than a sunset on Joyal. Pressed against the side of me, he kept his face over mine and ran his fingers through my hair. "We're part Kireg, remember? We can control certain aspects of our body. Including fertility."

"So I won't get pregnant?" This was important to me. Children ... that wasn't an option I had ever pondered. Humans didn't
birth
children. And I didn't plan to right now. "I'm not ready for that."

He kissed my lips gently. "No children this time. We promise."

"Thank you." I glanced past him to Phila. I nodded once. "Try not to hurt me too badly."

Because ... the male privates on these Mian men were ...
large
.

Phila pressed his hips forward, and my lips instantly thinned. This did not feel like pleasure. I squirmed, but Killeg kissed my lips again, whispering, "It'll only hurt for a moment, Braita. Just wait."

A choked cry echoed throughout the room, deep from my lungs, as Phila pulled his hips back and slammed forward, sinking all the way into me. His body trembled just as much as mine did, but he held still. I gazed into his dark eyes and whimpered, "Are you in as much pain as I am?"

"Something like that," he choked, his attention hard on my breasts.

I blinked. "Perhaps we should stop?"

"Never," he groaned. And I sucked in a brutal breath, his hips pulling back to press forward again, much more delicately this time. He did it again. And again. And another time, until my own hips started to move, the pain subsiding. Phila moaned, and I watched as lightning bolts appeared beneath the skin on his chest,
part
of his skin, jarring in the pulses of light it created. Holding my gaze, he purred, "You never read about this, did you? It happens when Mian are intimate."

I grabbed his hands holding my thighs and shook my head, watching the streaks. "No, but I saw it once before." He didn't ask, already knowing where I had viewed it. Gradually, I lifted my eyes to his, whispering, "It doesn't hurt any longer."

"I know." His breathless smile was pure of arrogance. "I'm letting you set the pace right now."

With heat building inside of me, pushing toward that unknown once more, I peered down where our bodies were joined. And he was right, our hips meeting each other with each rock of
my
hips. "Take over. Show me what you can do."

"Gladly," he groaned, and he leaned over me. Killeg made room for Phila's arms on either side of my head. My hands grabbed onto his lean hips as the tempo to our joining changed. Faster. Rougher. And my heart fluttered as I opened my legs wider, wanting him so deep inside of me—for him to stay there forever. He shouted, then pressed his lips against mine, feasting on passion from my mouth. "You're perfect."

I moaned, unable to complete a thought other than what his body was doing to mine.

He pressed his groin against mine.

And kept pushing, making my whole body shudder.

"Phila," I screamed, the world falling away under me as I went over an edge I had never known. My body quaked and my veins boiled with an ecstasy that held me captive in its wake. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I couldn't breathe, but it didn't scare me.

I would gladly suffocate in this euphoria.

Phila chuckled against my throat, pure pleasure knowing, kissing my damp skin. And he slammed into me one last time. His whole muscled body froze over me to only shudder as mine had done, finding his own fall into the galaxies of bliss.

I kissed his cheek as he groaned, holding me close, his body falling on top of mine. But he quickly rolled off of me and grabbed onto the back of Killeg's head, yanking his other half's face to mine. He fell onto his back, murmuring, "Enjoy, my brother. There's nothing quite like our Braita."

Killeg's eyes stared down into mine. "Are you too tired?"

I pulled him on top of me, even if my voice was hoarse. "I want more of that."

His teeth flashed in a private smile. "I like you greedy." His knees gently parted mine, and he pressed his cock into me so damn slowly. "You'll be sore after this. I'll control myself."

"Okay." I ran a finger down his left temple. "You are so lovely."

A white brow rose. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," I moaned, his body fully in mine, filling me deliciously. The flesh on his chest lit up in lightning of yearning, showing me how much he was enjoying it. "You and Phila are the most handsome men I have ever seen." And their personalities matched. I was one damn lucky Human—or whatever I was.

Killeg thrust his hips in a swaying motion, like comforting waves lapping at the shore. His body and mine came together in harmony, linked as one as if it were always meant to be. His blue eyes watched my features, noticing every degree of change and pressed again deep inside me when I arched against him. He hit a spot that had my toes curling into the bed. I whispered his name as I floated to the heavens, bliss dragging me under once more, my body no longer my own—and I didn't care.

I could only kiss him and whisper sweet words as he found his own completion deep inside me.

While coaxing snores flittered from my bedroom, I stared in the mirror during sunset. Killeg and Phila would be waking soon, so I took advantage of the time I had alone after taking Sweet Pea out for his waking potty. I ran my fingers through my long hair, thoroughly enjoying the ache in my muscles. I lifted a long strand of hair and pulled it in front of my face, eyeing it.