She arrived on the veranda, remembering it was very late and still the same night as baby Tiberius’ First Presentation. And Major Exeter’s promotion to General. The energy around her was vastly different than when she’d left. Lighter, more vibrant. Positive. She could feel it now without the heaviness of sadness and grief around her.
“Hey, gorgeous. Feel better about yourself?”
She looked over to see Jerome in the doorway. Long black hair of his American Indian heritage loose and damp; muscles cut deep and ripped all over above the black towel around his waist. He was a handsome hunk of man, that much was certain, and she smiled.
“Infinitely better,” she said, putting herself into his arms for a hello kiss. “An’ I ain’t had sex in three weeks.”
One arm around her, he walked backwards toward the bed.
“Hmm. Only been an hour for me. What if I’m not in the mood?” he teased.
She laughed outright. “Yeah, right! Your dick fall off while I was gone?”
She loved the grin he showed her whenever she was walking that fine line.
“Spoilin’ for a fight, little girl?”
“Shut the baby’s door so we can break furniture without waking him again,” he told her.
Reluctantly, she left his arms and went to the side access door between rooms. Dorn was coming in, about bumping into her.
“Femina.” A tone full of regrets and misunderstandings. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“Shut the doors and apologize in bed,” she said, turning away from him.
He reached behind himself to shut the door and followed his lover and her husband to the bed, watched as she stripped off the minidress along the way. It fell to the floor and he kicked it aside. She wore no shoes or undergarments, her heart shaped buttocks bouncing an enticing rhythm as she walked. She was only about 5’3” tall, short by almost any standard of Voran and K’Tran, even much of Earth, and they were both tall men at six feet and six feet two inches.
On her knees over Jerome’s thighs where he sat at the edge of the bed, kissing with open lips, hands gripping in all directions.
“I missed you, Sifu,” she whispered.
“I see that. I don’t think she’s horny enough yet, Dorn,” he said, lying backwards and taking her with him. “Ream her ass for me and get her hotter.”
Jerome adored that little catch in her breath when he said something unexpected, enjoyed watching her expressions as she had to wait for it to be done. Dorn was never in a rush to have her, decades of not being allowed to seem too eager having trained his responses to be controlled. However violent they all enjoyed their love making, he always tried to start out as her tender, considerate lover. Fingertip trailing up the curve of the dragon tattoo on her back, he teased her as he stepped into place.
He could stand behind her and perform hard and deep penetrative thrusting without moving his hips. The benefits of having feline ancestors, and a penis that he could push out and retract at will. He held her down with both hands around her waist while one of Jerome’s hands was buried tight in her hair and the other held her at the shoulder. She didn’t fight or struggle, but in her blind need to fuck them back, she could throw them off at a bad moment. Or cause a painful accident to one or both men. She was a powerful lover with strength and stamina to match them both.
Dorn had tremendous self-control that matched his own stamina, able to give her the duration she needed without completely wearing her out. Finished, he stepped aside for Jerome to flip her over onto her back. Dorn went around the foot of the bed to the other side. Reaching for her ankles, he brought her feet far up to bend her in half and hold her knees and feet to the bed.
“I’m half tempted to knock you up again, woman,” Jerome threatened.
“Please, no. Not yet,” she blurted in a nanosecond.
“The next should be my baby, I think,” Dorn said.
“No babies!” she roared in a sound like she’d been possessed by a demon, a roar intense enough to shake the house.
Her energy broke the bubble around them and she threw Jerome sideways with a psychokinetic blast. Teleporting to her feet, robe already pulling onto her arms, she was through the inside doors and into Exeter’s room with the door closed before her two lovers could realize what happened. The men stared at each other.
“Way to go, genius,” they said at the same time.
Excerpt from RISE, book 9 of the series Kingdom Key
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