“You’ve been on your own for a while then, Little one,” I say unnecessarily.
“I was already at the university. I had a full scholarship. I’m almost done.” Her head pops up. “How will I finish my degree?”
“You won’t, Little one,” Nanish says gently. “You won’t need it on Eleadia. You’ll always be provided for by us.”
“I won’t get a job?”
“No, Baby girl,” I say, slipping in the new endearment.
She starts shaking her head again. “This is madness. Why am I discussing this with you? It’s like I’ve fallen into an alternate universe. I can’t seriously be entertaining the idea of leaving Earth.” She laughs sardonically and flips her phone over in her hand. “I should go home.”
Nanish rises from the coffee table, leans over her, cups her face, and kisses her on the lips.
She softens under him, purring against his mouth.
Part of me thinks I should be jealous. My friend is kissing my girl. But as I watch, I find myself feeling aroused. There’s something erotic about watching them as he swallows her whimpers and captures her moans.
After a minute, Nanish parts from her lips. He’s breathing heavily as he glances at me. “Taste her.”
I waste no time threading my hand in the back of her hair and drawing her forward until our lips connect. In an instant, my heart entwines with hers. We become one. All three of us. I don’t know what this will look like yet, but we’re bonding as a unit.
My cock has been hard since I first scented her, and it’s fully engorged now. I have to force myself to break the connection, but when I do, I nibble a path to behind her ear, lick the spot, and pierce her sensitive skin. It’s not the calming serum I usedearlier. This time I inject her with an aphrodisiac. Seconds later, she moans—the sweetest sound in the universe.
“Okay…” she says softly. “I get it. Now what?”
Chapter Six
Nanish
“Now you call your roommate. I’m going to change into comfortable pants. Then Bamgin will.” I stand and drop another kiss on her lips before taking quick strides into the bedroom.
This is Bamgin’s apartment, but I know I’ll easily find a pair of loose black pants. We’re nearly the same size, and the black pants are the only clothing we ever wear.
Sure enough, in seconds, I’ve ditched the dress pants, shoes, and socks. I’m tugging on more comfortable pants as I return to the living room. I’m gone such a short time that Margaret is still on the phone.
As soon as I’m back, Bamgin slides out from under her leg and lowers it gently to the couch. He nods toward me before hurrying past to do the same as me—change.
I hate the tears running down our girl’s face. She keeps swiping at them as she talks. “I know… Yes… I will… Thank you…”
I don’t want to eavesdrop, but I need her in my arms. I need to get these clothes off her so I can feel her skin against mine.
Bamgin returns in record time. He sets a hand on my shoulder. “Well, we didn’t see this coming.”
Shaking my head, I turn to face him. We’re only a few yards from Mags, but she needs this time with her friend. She needs closure. I speak softly to Bamgin to avoid disturbing her. “Not at all. Are you mad?”
He gives me a solid head shake. “No. Oddly. Are you?”
“No. Confused, yes. I have a million questions. Where will we live? What will be our sleeping arrangements? Won’t we lose our minds fighting over who gets to hold her?” I chuckle. “So many things to iron out, but I feel oddly calm about it. We’ll figure it out. We don’t know what it looks like. But we’ll learn. It feels…right.”
I clasp Bamgin’s hand. “We’ll figure this out. We have no choice.”
He nods and takes a deep breath. I assume our grins mirror each other.
“Are you two, uh…”
We both snap our heads toward our girl. She’s pointing between us. Back and forth.
My eyes widen. “Together? No.” I shake my head. “No. Our worlds will be focused solely on you, Mags.”
