Caught Between Two Blue Aliens - Celia Kyle Page 0,68

and one piece of drawered furniture. There wasn’t much. But her luscious scent was everywhere. This was where his Oso spent each night. Soon, she would be sleeping in their family bed. On his ship.

“She needs us,” Hiren pointed out.

Sevith nodded and gently placed his distraught female in the center of the bed. Hiren lay down beside her, his body pressed against hers. Sevith began to lower onto her other side.

“Wait, you two are going to break the bed,” she sniffed. “You’re too big.”

“It will hold us all,” Sevith responded. At least he hoped it would. The bed squeaked ominously as he placed his additional weight at her side, but it held. His boots hung off the end and he barely fit, but luckily this sleep platform was pushed into a corner, which helped fence them in. “Our bed in our family quarters on the Avash has already been retrofitted to accommodate the three of us with room to spare,” he noted. “We’ll be much more comfortable when we move there.”

His Oso cried harder.

Hiren frowned. She needs to be held tighter.

They immediately worked at holding their Oso in her time of need. She cried and cried, her tears never-ending. Hiren kissed the top of her head and kept his legs entwined with Jenna’s. Meanwhile, Sevith wrapped his powerful body around hers in a protective, soothing embrace. He tried to transmit positive emotions over their barely formed link, banishing the fears and worry knotted in her gut.

“This is so embarrassing,” she finally sniffed. “I don’t know why I’m crying so much. Can you please hand me some tissue?”

Sevith leaned back and pulled from a box this “tissue” that humans liked to use to wipe their tears and handed some to his female. Of course, he and Hiren both knew why she was so distraught. His Oso wanted to tell them the truth about whatever the aide had told her. That piece of human excrement had convinced their female that she had to lie to them for…reasons. And being forced to lie to her mates was literally hurting her.

There was no need for her to carry this burden alone, but they couldn’t fully help her eliminate this danger until she told them the truth of the situation. They needed details in order to begin working in earnest on securing her safety.

We need to show her again that she can trust us with her problems, Hiren remarked. If she tells us, we can fix whatever is happening and more effectively protect her and her siblings.

She requires more of a bonding touch, Sevith replied. This will remind her where her heart and mind belong. Remind her of why we need to complete our bond.

Yes.

Finally, their Oso’s tears stopped and she lay quietly in their arms.

Perfect.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Thank you for staying with me and letting me cry this out.”

She was so beautifully exotic. Her colorless skin and those bright blue eyes, lighter than any he’d yet seen on his own planet. Drokten normally had dark blue, almost black eyes. But Jenna’s were as clear as the morning sky.

She turned and tucked her head against Hiren’s chest. His Bahn began rubbing his hands over her shoulders and arms. Jenna let out a sigh of contentment.

Sevith spent time with his claw splayed on her hip and her soft stomach, concentrating on the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the top of her pants. Every touch against her skin was like a current sparking just beneath the surface, fighting to break through. A quiet thunderstorm crackled in Sevith’s veins, lightning shooting straight to his cock.

I smell her arousal, Hiren noted.

Jenna leaned back and lifted her chin. Hiren bent to capture her lips. Sevith enjoyed watching his Bahn kiss their Oso. Sevith had claimed her on the bridge, running on instincts and lust when he’d grabbed her and kissed her. He’d also had no idea how this “kissing” actually worked until he’d placed his lips on hers that first time in her kitchen. It had all happened in a flash. But still, these moments were important to a Drokten, and not to be forgotten.

The first time a male met his Azi or Bahn.

The first sighting of their Oso.

That first kiss.

The first touch.

The first claiming.

Their first born.

Hiren’s large hands cupped their Oso’s face, his thumbs tracing the bow curve of her upper lip before slipping down to toy with her full, pouty bottom lip. Hiren also tenderly kissed her cheeks, the tip of her