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Taraven takes a harsh breath and reaches out to grip the wall as Malix drags his tongue over the crest of his ear.
I shouldn’t watch them; I should leave them to it, let them have some time alone. We’re always together and I’ve had more than enough one-on-one time with each of them. I bite my lip and hold my breath, about to leave…
Malix catches my gaze.
His labradorite eyes hold me in a trance, his fist clearly visible beneath Taraven’s pants. He strokes him slowly and deliberately, Taraven rocking his hips as his tail, eyes, and fringe flare pink. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, the urge to touch myself nearly overwhelming just fromlooking.
Malix doesn’t relent, his hand setting a steady rhythm on Taraven’s cock.
“Get in here and undress him,” Malix says.
He’s bossy for a guy who’s only been at this for a few weeks…not that I would ever complain.
I step over the threshold and let the door shut behind me, knowing they left it open for a reason. We always meet at this time of night—when our shifts are over and the ship settles down, when our desire grows so intense that we can’t resist any longer. I can’t say I really understood the prospect of soulmates before now, but every time I’m in their presence I feel an almost undeniable urge to touch them.
Nothing is stopping me now.
Taraven meets my eyes as I come closer, dropping to my knees beside him. My fingers pluck at the ties at his waist, unwrapping the pants covering his thighs. They fall away to reveal an expanse of muscled turquoise flesh and a smattering of scales, his cocks hard and covered by Malix’s hand. I run my hands over his scales, pressing a delicate kiss to his hipbone.
Firefern sparkles in both their eyes, Taraven’s glowing rose gold with desire, Malix’s obsidian with a shimmering labradorite core. I’ve loved learning their dynamics—Taraven the eager teacher, Malix still trying to maintain control despite his inexperience. I usually end up somewhere between the two, and I don’t mind that at all.
“You told me on Liatra that you would suck his cocks while I fucked you,” Malix says. “I don’t think you’ve held up that promise.”
“Haven’t had the opportunity,” I say. “You have such an oral fixation that I don’t normally get the chance.”
“Now you do,” Malix says. He holds Taraven by the shoulders as Taraven moves to face me, his feet on either side of my knees as I look up into his gorgeous face. “Keep your promise, Frankie.”
I push myself up to kneeling, keeping my eyes on Malix as he strokes Taraven’s cock. His knuckles hit my lips and I follow his hand down, wrapping my mouth around Taraven’s shaft. He tastes like flowers and a touch of salt—and I’m ready to take him into my throat, eager to get past Malix’s hand. He doesn’t let go, though, squeezing Taraven’s base and brushing his fingers against his hasp, the secondary phallus below.
Taraven shudders, leaking precum into my mouth. I swallow, my hands on my thighs, working him with my tongue and lips. His tail thrashes, flicking between Malix’s legs and drawing him closer.
I know Taraven would love to be fucked right now—that he’s never opposed to being ravished by both of us, that he loves to be the center of attention. But my underwear are soaked through, my pussy clenching painfully and forcing me to rub my thighs together. I have to admit I think I need the release more, and I gaze up at Malix to try and show him how hungry I am to be filled.
He finally lets Taraven go, making Taraven’s cock slide all the way into my mouth. I choke for a second, but I don’t hold back; I keep sucking, gliding my tongue over his head, reaching up to play with his hasp. I only pull away to take my shirt off and toss it across the room, fumbling with my pants after.
Taraven rolls his hips and fists his hands in my hair, pulling so hard that I almost miss the sensation of Malix sitting down behind me. His legs slide between mine, edging my thighs open. Cool scales hit my flesh, sending a shiver up my spine. I don’t know when he got naked, and I feel sorry to have missed it—there’s something delicious about the way he takes off his clothes—but I revel in the feeling of his narrow thighs nestled between my thighs, of his hard cock prodding at my entrance. My shoulders hit his muscled chest, his lips on my neck.
“You’re so beautiful when you take him in your throat like that,” Malix drones in my ear. “But do you think you can keep it up while you’re getting fucked?”
A+ for dirty talk, newbie…and you’re on.
I groan around Taraven’s cock when Malix’s hands come up to tweak my nipples, his deft fingers making me crazy. He pulls me down slightly to settle me over his cock, nudging gently. I grind against him, almost sinking onto him in desperation, but he squeezes my nipples to distract me.
He likes doing things on his terms.
I get that.
And he never disappoints.
Malix thrusts his hips upward and buries himself in me just as Taraven jerks my head against him, both their cocks so deep that I have a hard time understanding where I end and they begin. I feel thoroughly invaded, exposed, pleasure rolling through me and across my skin. The scent of flowers overwhelms me and I take a deep breath, forced to pull my face away from Taraven’s cock.
“Guess not,” Malix chuckles.
His hand roughly reaches around to pull Taraven closer and he pulls his cock into his mouth.
I knew he couldn’t resist.
I ride Malix as I watch him suck off Taraven, his cock gliding in and out of me. His other hand stays on my breast, pulling, twisting, palming me as our pace increases. I never knew how great it would be to hook up with a professional marksman, but this proves that his skill is unmatched—except, of course, by Taraven’s enthusiasm. Malix never misses a beat, his tongue and lips working Taraven, his cock inside me.
