Caught Between Two Blue Aliens - Celia Kyle Page 0,69

nose, and her forehead.

“We want you to feel good,” his Bahn whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Jenna was the centerpiece, the hinge upon which they both bent and curved. It was time. Time to touch her—together. Sevith felt as if he moved in perfectly imperfect tandem with Hiren—his Bahn kissing her face while his own hands hungrily explored her body. Sevith lifted her shirt and traced the curve of her spine, his claws gently scraping the individual vertebrae, making her shiver and tremble.

“Give in to your feelings,” Hiren added and then kissed the side of her neck. “You are our destiny and we are yours.”

“You are everything we want,” Sevith growled. “All that we need.” His hands wandered down and cupped a breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, teasing her hardened nipples with his rough, claw-tipped fingers. She arched her back, pushing instinctively into his touch.

Sevith gently pulled at the hem of her shirt and she dutifully lifted her arms so he could remove the piece of clothing. She shivered in the cool air, but Sevith quickly warmed her by trailing his lips along her neck and across her collarbone. She wore some sort of contraption that covered and cupped her teats in light blue fabric. Sevith considered shredding it but then decided to allow it. He moved his lips down to her tight nipples, gently biting through the thin layer of material.

She dug her fingers into his hair, keeping his mouth right where she wanted.

Now two pairs of blue hands and blue lips explored her body, moving at a cautious pace. But then, enough was enough, Sevith wanted more. They both wanted more, and so did Jenna.

Sevith lifted his head. “Your turn,” he reminded his Bahn.

Hiren nodded in agreement and then slid to the end of the bed, lifting her legs. Jenna bit her lip, watching silently as Hiren yanked her pants to her ankles and tossed them over the side of the bed.

“What is this?” Hiren asked.

Another scrap of blue fabric covered her mound. Sevith’s nostrils flared. What was this strange barrier to their mate’s core?

“My panties? It’s just—”

A growl rumbled in Hiren’s chest.

“Remove it,” Sevith ordered.

Hiren reached out a claw and instantly shredded the fabric, leaving her bare to their hungry gaze.

“Hey,” Jenna gasped. “That was my favorite pair of underwear…”

“We will purchase more later,” Sevith responded with a husky voice. Her mound was covered with a dusting of soft, springy colorless, curls, similar to the hair on her head. It was the most erotic sight of his life.

Hiren grabbed her meaty thighs, pried them apart and settled between her legs, his blue-darkness a stark contrast to her colorless skin. “I’m tasting what’s mine,” he proclaimed.

Pride glowed in Sevith’s chest at his Bahn’s newfound possessive instincts.

“Please,” Jenna gasped, splaying her legs.

Hiren leaned in to drag a deep, luxurious inhale of her scent. A low growl rumbled in his throat. Their Oso lifted her hips, straining to meet Hiren’s claws as they massaged and squeezed her thick thighs. He curled one hand over her damp mound, a single claw-tipped finger emerging to stroke her slit. She moaned and rocked against his hand, urging him to give her more.

And then Hiren delicately used his fingers to spread her lips apart, visually exploring their Oso to his heart’s content. “You’re beautiful,” he told her.

Jenna whimpered with need.

Hiren bent down and lapped at her slit. Jenna immediately bucked her hips and moaned, clapping a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t be too loud and attract the attention of her siblings. That was only made more difficult once Hiren’s tongue lathed up and down her wet folds, lingering over her clit, toying with it and making her squirm and moan under their combined touch.

Raw, bare emotions raced between the three of them like a circuit, sparking their senses and bringing them even more in-tune with one another’s needs. Sevith’s hands tweaked and teased her nipples while he bent to suck at her neck, leaving purplish, blooming marks on her skin.

Her hands curled into fists as she edged toward a climax, her breaths rising and falling faster and faster as she neared release. She was pushing her pussy against Hiren’s face, her feet now digging into his back.

Sevith’s cock was hard as a sword and leaking, ready to breed, but he could not. He had to wait.

Her thighs tensed. She was so close to release.

“You want to be our mate? You want us to breed you?” Sevith asked, his