Caught Between Two Blue Aliens - Celia Kyle Page 0,58
hit her hard. He kept stroking her, not missing a beat, holding her as she rode out her ecstasy.
It felt so good it hurt.
Finally, she fell against him, panting, stunned and a little in awe at the pleasure he’d wrought. And what would it be like if both of them were here? Two pairs of hands touching her?
Every moment spent with Sevith and Hiren was a gift, a prize she did not dare give up. They made her feel things she never could have imagined, and she didn’t know how she could ever go back to the way things were before. A life with Sevith and Hiren would be one of endless excitement and newfound joys. She loved being with them, having them near and the idea of fully joining their triad sounded wonderful.
She didn’t want to lose that.
Yet Noah and Bea’s faces surfaced in her mind, a reminder of what she would have to trade in exchange for a life with these aliens.
And right when she started to reach down and open Sevith’s trousers to work at bringing him the same relief he’d just given her, the door at the far end of the holodeck opened and Hiren marched in.
“Sorry to interrupt the fun,” he grinned, “but Sevith and I need to report to holo deck three, immediately.”
Sevith’s smile faltered and his claws tightened on her hips. “What is it? What is the hurry?”
“An issue has arisen that only we can handle. We must both enter a holo-conference with the Drokten council. They are waiting for us.”
Eeek. That sounded long-winded and intimidating. She didn’t envy them having to go to that.
A growl rumbled in her male’s chest.
She met Sevith’s troubled gaze and cupped his cheek, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I know,” she told him. “It sucks having to stop right now. But we can pick this up again later. Go ahead and go back to work, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me. I’ll just go back to my apartment and wait for you both there.” And actually, this might be good thing—to pause and go home.
Maybe she needed space to talk and think things out? Because…how in the heck was she going to be able to marry these two while also keeping her siblings safe?
How?
Sixteen
“White or red?” Jenna asked, leaning around the door of the fridge to peer at Jade, who sat neatly on top of the kitchen counter, legs swinging freely.
Her friend arched a perfectly shaped brow, her lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile. “What do I care?” she questioned. “It’s wine. I’ll take whatever you’ve got. Now give me the low down. What happened these last two days while you were ghosting me? I saw stuff on the news about—”
“Good because I only have red,” Jenna interrupted. “It was on sale,” she added in a stage whisper.
“Well, lucky for you, I wouldn’t know the difference between a three-hundred-dollar or a three-dollar wine.” Her friend laughed. “Now, come on, stop stalling. There are literally pictures of you and two Drokten all over social media. What’s up? Why is my best friend suddenly all over the news?”
Jenna bit her lip. “Uh… I think I’ll need a whole bottle to myself if we’re about to discuss this.”
“No problem. Let me help you get started.” Jade grabbed the bottle and tipped a hefty amount of cheap wine into Jenna’s chipped glass and then followed suit with her own.
Jenna sighed. “Come on. Let’s go sit on the couch. I want to be comfy.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Jade slid off the kitchen counter and padded after Jenna into the tiny living room space.
They walked over with their wine and plopped down on the sofa, wiggling around with the fleece blanket and threadbare throw pillows to get comfortable.
Jenna took a sip and then stared into the dark, burgundy-hued liquid in her glass, giving it a gentle swirl.
“Hello? Earth to Jenna?”
Jenna blinked rapidly and gave her friend a brief, apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’m a little spacey tonight.”
“Yeah, I can tell. So…what happened?”
“Ugh, it’s such a tangled-up mess. I don’t think you even really want to know.” Jenna sighed.
Her friend snorted and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “Come on. Remember who you’re talking to here. I’m your best friend! That’s what I’m here for. To listen as you tell me all the boring crap that’s got you feeling down.”
A laugh escaped Jenna’s lips. “I wish it was boring crap, I really do.”