Summary:
What is destined cannot be changed.
Chris has had a monumentally bad month. First, an aggressive band of aliens invaded the Earth, conquered the world, and now he’s fighting for survival in the mountains with his family and the neighborhood bigot. Just because he’s barely out of his teens and a bit on the scrawny side doesn’t mean he can’t watch out for his mom, sisters and younger cousin. Chris keeps searching for the brighter side of things, but his humor is wearing thin. Fear can do that to a guy.
Lasar and Nary are a soul matched pair of warriors from Alashar. Lasar is Nary’s Ahna, the one who dominates him, and Nary is the Nasha, or submissive, to Lasar. Every Alasharian, regardless of orientation, needs the balance of the power exchange to exist peacefully within their lifelong soul match bond. When Lasar is awarded a war prize, he sends Nary to look over the recent arrivals.
Chris and his cousin Morgan are captured and sent to the slave cages where they discover from the other imprisoned young men that they are destined to be sex toys for alien pairs. When one of those aliens saves Chris and his cousin from being abused by the slave master, Chris hopes that the seemingly kind alien won’t be too horrible an owner.
Lasar and Nary are finally alone together with their new sex slave, ready to enjoy their reward. However, in the middle of their playtime a shocking event occurs that not only disrupts Chris’ world even more than it already has been, but also challenges everything that Lasar and Nary have always held dear. As Lasar searches for answers, he begins to question the reasons behind the Earth invasion and where his loyalties should really lie. As their Ahna, he must be the one who decides whether they will all be safer together, or apart.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes involving sounding.
Summary:
Destiny rewards those who embrace it.
Chris and his alien soul matches, Lasar and Nary, are ready to deepen their new bond as mates. It’s also time for Chris to begin his training as a Nasha, or sub, and for Nary to embrace his new role as Ahna, or Dom, to Chris. As three in the soul match, they are unique. Not only have Alasharians never matched with a human, they’ve never matched as three.
What makes them special also puts them in danger. The Supreme Soul Healer warned Chris that many changes were ahead, ones even more startling than the original invasion. They must keep their bond a secret until they know who they can trust.
As Ahna to both Nary and Chris, Lasar carries the responsibility of protecting his mates. A proud Alasharian warrior and commander, he’ll stop at nothing to keep them safe and to help Chris find his missing mother and sisters. To make sure that Chris’ cousin Morgan isn’t sent back to the slave cages, he’s also arranged for a fellow commander to take Morgan into his care when he returns from battle.
Lasar and Nary are invited to a pleasure party by the Alasharian’s leader, the Nall, and are forced to bring Chris and Morgan. But a terrifying turn of events sets in motion what might be the beginning of the end for them all, unless they can resist the void.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of dubious consent, non-consent and violence.
Summary:
Embracing destiny was never meant to be easy.
Morgan can’t figure out where he belongs anymore now that a new world has emerged in the aftermath of the Alasharian invasion of Earth. Everything is too strange and frightening and all he wants to do is hide from it all. It doesn’t help to ease his confusion when he finds himself being drawn to not one, but two aliens. He thought his cousin Chris was insane to fall in love with the muscled warriors who bonded with him as his mates, but his own heart might be in danger when it comes to the warrior Rama, and Hallosh, an advisor to the Alasharian’s Supreme Commander, the Nall.
Chris experiences a terrifying vision from the Soul Healer and it becomes clear that both Alasharian and humans are running out of time to save the Earth from the insidious spread of the Void. A battle is imminent and it becomes imperative to protect those who are allied against the evil that has corrupted the Nall.
Everything on Earth is about to change once again and Morgan finds himself at the brink of discovering his own destiny—and how the two aliens he can’t get out of his mind will be a part of it. A disturbing event triggers the beginning of the fight against the Void. Chris and Morgan must separate for the first time since the invasion, with each of them going with their soul matches. For Morgan, he hopes the goodbye he says to Chris isn’t forever.
Slave for Two #1
Chris gasped as he jerked awake from what had already been a fitful slumber. He quickly sat up, the dusty, torn sleeping bag that was barely enough to keep him warm tossed aside, his body on alert in case he had to bolt to safety. His jumbled mind was on overload from too many hours of lost sleep, too much in the way of constant fear draining his emotional and psychological reserves. Darkness enveloped him like a creeping void consuming his light within. The nightmare was almost the same as it’d been every night since the last time he’d slept in his own bed.
“Dad, why are you going to the shop? Who’s gonna bring their car in for an oil change at a time like this?”
“I’m helping our neighbors, friends. Everyone wants to make sure their vehicles are in perfect condition in case the worst happens and we all have to flee.”
“Then I’ll go in with you. If I help, it’ll get done faster.”
“No, Chris. I need you to stay here with your mother and sisters.”
Stay. Chris swiped the tears from his eyes. He struggled to adjust his vision, the sliver of a moon and blanket of stars barely enough for him to ascertain where his family slept around him on the rocky dirt.
He shivered, pulling to his chin the nylon bag he’d once used when he’d gone camping with his father. The early autumn breeze was not only chilly at the top of the San Jacinto mountain range, but very brisk. Below him lay the desert they’d escaped from, the place that had once been his home. He’d never lived anywhere other than Desert Hot Springs his whole life and it was all he knew. But not anymore. Nothing was the same. It wasn’t just Southern California or the seemingly untouchable wealthy residents of nearby Palm Springs who’d forever had their lives torn from them, but the whole world. At least, that’d been the rumor before all outside communication had finally been cut off.
Chris brushed his long, sandy blond hair back from his eyes, then pushed up from the ground. He winced from the pain of the sunburn that made his flesh feel as if it’d been stretched too tightly across his forehead. As they’d been running for their lives he hadn’t thought to grab any sunscreen for his damn pale skin. And the shit in my camping pack was all dried up. He didn’t even have a fucking hat. When he’d been helping his dad get the gear ready in case they had to leave suddenly, he’d seen the bottle left over from their last trip together, but hadn’t checked inside.
Idiot. He sighed. Feeling sorry for himself wouldn’t help anything or anybody. Be thankful you’re still here. So are Mom and the girls. Even Morgan made it out.
As he tiptoed past everyone sleeping, searching for someplace to take a piss, he swallowed past a lump in his throat. The luxury of mourning for his father and Morgan’s parents—his aunt and uncle—was pointless. Focusing on protecting what remained of his family was all that mattered.
He rounded what could’ve been a Jeffrey pine, sugar pine, or maybe even a ponderosa, although he doubted it. Whatever grouping of trees he’d designated as his outhouse seemed too small to be a ponderosa. He shook his head as he relieved himself. What would end up being significant in the future, if there even was one? If all of humanity was wiped out by the alien invaders, then who gave a fuck what the name of the pine tree was that he was pissing on?
Chris yelped. The shock of a bright light in his eyes had also made him let go of his dick, which then dribbled out more pee on the front of his only pair of jeans.
“Goddamnit, Paul.” Chris made a low grumbling noise as he angled his body away from his neighbor’s oldest son, then tucked himself back in. Or more accurately, only surviving son. “Why’d you do that? Now my pants are all gross.” He’d tried to keep his voice low so as not to disturb the others, but he wasn’t sure it mattered all that much after he’d yelled out so loudly.
“Sorry, dude. I thought you were one of them. I was gonna get the drop on it before it attacked everyone.”
Chris wiped his filthy hands across his jeans. There didn’t seem to be much point in trying to protect their cleanliness anymore. It was all a lost cause. He shuddered. Drawing an analogy between the state of his clothing and their chances of making it through their current predicament was too scary, so he chose not to.
He turned to Paul. “Are you nuts? I’m not even close to being the size of one of those things. Not only that, but you can’t fight them. Those are the only people they kill.”
A small consolation.
With his flashlight directed at the ground, the ambient light cast weird shadows across Paul’s features. “I’d rather die. I’m not gonna be controlled by them, or tortured or whatever.”
Chris could swear he was trying not to cry. Paul might have been five years older than Chris’s nineteen, but he seemed like such a kid at times. Paul’s mom had always doted over all of them. All of them. Only Paul and his dad were left. No mom, none of Paul’s three brothers.
But Graham, the one near my age, he wasn’t killed. The aliens had taken him the way he’d seen them take others of similar stature. Chris, Morgan and Graham were smaller, slighter of build. Both men and women of that size would be captured, thrown into bag-like nets then thrown aboard the small hovercrafts the aliens used to zip around in. The rest of the humans who weren’t killed had been herded together in large buildings, malls and warehouses. At least that was what’d been shared in town by a few residents who’d been in L.A. when the aliens had attacked. They’d somehow managed to get away and had shared more useful information than any of the newscasters before all Internet, radio and television had gone out.
Chris tried not to think about what had happened to the ones like him who’d been taken in the nets. He’d never heard from anyone who knew anything regarding the kidnappings, only the other rumors, like everything else since the invasion. Were those stolen men and women the ones who were actually tortured, maybe experimented on for some reason? Why were only smaller people like him taken? Did the aliens eat them like some rare delicacy? His gut clenched. He definitely didn’t want to think about that.
“Hey. Paul. Are you okay?”
“Sorry. I just…” A tear carved a path down Paul’s dirt-encrusted cheek.
It’s too damn dusty up here. The wind is making me crazy. If only the wind was all they had to worry about.
“Just what?” Chris sighed, feeling sorry for the guy. Even if Paul was a spoiled wimp, he should try and comfort him somehow. “You have to pull yourself together. We all do. I know everything sucks. Like, really, really sucks. But we’ve got a pretty sweet situation here. At least there’re the pines and big rocks to help hide us, and there’re rabbits, a fuckton of gray squirrels…” He wasn’t sure where he was going with his rambles. Even he didn’t buy it.
“But it’s so fucking cold up here and it’s not even winter yet. Shouldn’t we go lower? My dad thinks that’s what we oughta do. He says that’s what the Cahuilla Indians used to do too. They’d be up here in the summer when the heat in the desert was killer, then they’d go down to the desert for the winter to stay warmer.”
“Yeah? Good for them. But the Cahuilla Indians didn’t have aliens trying to kill or capture them now, did they? If we go too low, we’ll be marching right back to where they were. Right into their arms.” The thought really did make him want to barf up his granola bar dinner from earlier. “Anyway, it’s still too hot down there and we’ve got some clear water streams up here.”
Paul glared at him, his expression disturbing as hell because of the way his face was lit up in the dark. “You don’t know everything. My dad runs a successful insurance company and he knows how to be in charge, to manage situations. You’re barely an adult who does oil changes on the cars at your dad’s auto shop. That hardly qualifies you to tell us what to do.”
“Ran an auto shop.” Chris didn’t need to work at keeping his voice low. He’d barely had enough breath to get out the words.
Paul frowned at him. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Are you all right?”
“Not especially. Look, I get that your dad holds male seniority here, but this is not only my life, but the remaining members of my family’s lives. My dad’s been taking me hiking and camping up here since I can remember. I know my way around. And anyway, in my opinion, and I could be totally wrong, working together as a team is better than splitting up. I also think that holing up in an uninhabited area that provides natural spots for hiding makes more sense than going back to the wide open landscape where we just ran from a giant roaming band of aliens. Just sayin’.”
“You know what? No one likes your sarcasm, Chris. You think you’re funny, but you really aren’t.”
“Duly noted. In the meantime, I think a few of us should try to sneak into Idyllwild or Pine Cove tomorrow and get supplies. We’ll have to be selective on what we take to avoid detection, though. We’ll need to be able to travel fast and light on the trek back.”
Paul crossed his arms in a huff, which then sent the beam from the flashlight across the expanse of rocks, highlighting the entire area. A thread of nervousness surged through him.
“Hey, we should shut that off.”
Paul glared at him again. “Why, Mr. High and Mighty?”
“It should be for emergencies only. Not only the batteries…” Chris’ gaze flitted across the expanse of the sky, searching. “But there are no other lights on the mountain. It could draw them to us.”
Chris was plunged into complete darkness.
“Shit.” Paul’s voice held a tremor of fear. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
Many, many sarcastic retorts came to mind, but Chris bit them back. He could still think Paul was a complete idiot while also acknowledging that his own snarky tone could be dialed back a few notches.
Chris’ eyes had gradually adjusted again to the loss of the brighter light, and he thought he could safely make his way over the uneven ground back to his makeshift bed. A broken ankle, even a sprained one, would likely spell his doom. There was no way he’d expect anyone to stay behind with him if it was time to run again.
“Let’s get some rest and we can figure it out tomorrow, all right?”
Paul wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah. Sure.”
By the time he’d made it back to where his family was clustered against one of the larger rocks as protection against the wind, he wasn’t too surprised to see his mom awake. Jenna and Aurora were sound asleep, no doubt exhausted from the long trek into Saddle Junction just below Mount San Jacinto, but he thought Morgan might be faking it. Morgan was shy, withdrawn. He’d always been more likely to watch and listen off to the side before speaking up or offering his opinion on anything. Except with me. Being so close growing up together had stripped Morgan’s reserves to the point where Chris sometimes wished Morgan would hold back with him.
“Is everything all right, sweetheart?”
It was too dark to make out his mom’s expression, but he had no doubt it was one of concern. She’d been remarkably brave about his dad, but he’d heard her crying softly once the girls had fallen asleep the first night after they’d escaped. He hated that she had to hold it all in for the sake of his sisters. Probably for me too.
“Yeah. Paul just caught me off guard when he turned the flashlight on in my eyes. I had to, you know, pee.”
“Should he be doing that? I mean…We could be seen.”
“Don’t worry. I warned him.”
“Okay, good.”
The rustle of the plastic shopping bags she had wrapped around her feet could be heard as she adjusted her position. When the alien horde had advanced on their town from the I-10, the hovercrafts had moved in swarms as they’d swept the area. If it hadn’t been for the Gonzalez brothers—two of his dad’s employees—racing over to their house from the shop to warn them, it was likely they wouldn’t have made it. Unfortunately, they’d also been the ones to give them the news that his dad had been killed by the invaders.
“We warned him not to get out his shotgun, but he did anyway. I’m sorry, Señora Lansing.”
There hadn’t been time for emotion or detailed explanations. At that point, the aliens had only been a few miles away, the sun glinting off the pale yellow metal of their small ships spurring everyone into action. Their street had been filled with chaos, people screaming, cars and trucks screeching out of driveways as the neighbors attempted to escape. Up until that moment, the invasions had appeared to be confined to major cities.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you lie down, try to get some sleep?”
His mom had whispered it, but her words had seemed bizarrely loud in the silent darkness. He crawled under the nylon cover of his bag, but propped himself up on one elbow, facing her. He made sure to keep his voice to a whisper as well.
“I just realized. My birthday was exactly a month ago. The day before they first attacked.”
“Don’t. Don’t think about it.”
“I can’t help it, Mom. On my birthday, everything was totally normal. You made that chicken teriyaki I love so much, and the cake with the layer of strawberry crème in it.” He blinked back the tears forming. “I wish I’d known. Wish I’d paid attention to every single moment of that day.”
She sighed, the sound clutching his heart. “No. It’s good that you didn’t. You never would’ve enjoyed it the way you did. Instead, you can hold onto the memory untainted by everything that’s happened since then.”
Chris pondered her words as he worried a stray thread at the seam of his sleeping bag. “I tried to go with him to the shop that day. I should’ve been there.”
“Stop…” His mom’s voice cracked.
“Maybe I could’ve done something. Maybe he wouldn’t have tried to fight them if I’d been there. Maybe he would’ve just run.”
She shot out her hand and grabbed onto his, her small frame barely contained under the throw they’d once had laid out on the couch back. He’d snatched it from the sofa as he’d rushed by, then stuffed it into one of the backpacks he’d grabbed from the garage as they’d fled. The plastic bags currently around his mom’s and sister’s feet had already been in there, probably leftover from some camping trip or another. They’d proven to be useful at containing heat.
“I’m grateful that you weren’t there. So very grateful.”
They held hands, no more words exchanged. At last he laid his head down on his arm. Anything soft enough to put his head on was either being worn or wrapped around them as a blanket. His youngest sister, Aurora, was only six years old, and she’d rested her head on her eight-year-old sister’s tummy.
His thoughts drifted to his cousin, Morgan. They’d barely gotten to him in time. Right as they’d pulled up to the home where he lived with his parents, Chris’ Uncle Rick and Aunt Sara, they’d pushed Morgan from their car. Everyone in his family had watched in horror as Morgan’s parents had gunned their vehicle straight toward an alien hovercraft. It’d been just enough of a diversion for them all to get away.
He couldn’t stop replaying everything over in his mind. They’d made it to the bottom of the San Jacintos on the Banning side, abandoning his dad’s pickup right where Highway 243 snaked its way up the mountain. By that time, the hovercrafts had been everywhere and they knew they’d be too easy to spot in the bright blue vehicle. They’d remained hidden until the aliens had quit flying overhead. It didn’t mean they’d necessarily left the area, probably only that they were done hunting for the day.
And five days later, here we are. Saddle Junction.
Camping with his dad had always been fun. Never could he have imagined that he’d need to use the skills he’d subtly learned over the years to help himself and his family survive. The muffled sounds of Paul and his father whispering to each other drifted to his ears. Would his neighbors split off from them? They’d run into each other once he and his family had reached Pine Cove.
By some sort of twist of fate, his neighbors had been up in the mountains that day, and had ended up taking cover in the small market where the tiny mountain town’s one gas pump was also located. For whatever reason, most of the residents of the hamlet had decided to stick it out in their own homes. Chris could understand to some degree. They had shelter and the snows would arrive soon. Why tough it outside when they already had somewhere on the mountain where they could stay indoors?
Not that anyone was offering us any shelter.
Chris didn’t mind, though. It would’ve been too tempting to accept such an offer, and deep down inside, Chris knew they’d only be staving off the inevitable capture or death by making that decision. Even if he didn’t know the motives of the beings who’d stormed onto their planet uninvited, their thorough sweeping of his remote desert hometown of less than twenty thousand inhabitants didn’t bode well for the aliens leaving any residences, especially ones so close by, untouched.
His mother’s hand had relaxed and Chris was relieved that she seemed to have fallen back to sleep. At dawn, Chris planned to make a foray into town. Better food would be a comfort, maybe some candy for the girls, but his main concern was warmer clothing. Gloves, socks, winter caps, and if he was lucky, he might even find some emergency blankets or hand and foot warmer packs. When the snows came, they could survive on jerky and the odd rabbit or squirrel. But the cold? That was something they couldn’t take any chances with.
Campfires had to be few and far between and for short periods of time only. Whenever they lit one, they’d have to move their location right afterward to avoid detection. Smoke during the day and the glow at night would be a red flag guiding the aliens right to them. He’d had plenty of hours to consider all the angles of their survival. Melancholy at the futility of it all ate at him, but he fought it off the same way he had ever since the initial reports of the invaders’ arrival.
He had to keep it together for his family, even if he’d already given up on hope for himself.
Cherished by Two #2
Chris dropped his head in his hands, his heart still trip-hammering from the unexpected meeting with Sha Sha Ar, the Alasharian’s Soul Healer. He remained on the hotel suite’s couch, too overcome with worry, self-doubt and terror to move. Lasar and Nary, his soul-matched alien lovers, held him quietly, undoubtedly allowing him a moment to absorb the deeper implications of the Healer’s revelations before he’d left.
This can’t be real. Chris clutched at his hair, grimacing. The Healer has to be wrong. I’m just some unremarkable human, no one special.
The Soul Healer’s cryptic pronouncements about Chris’ integral role in the new combined world of Alasharians and humans played over and over in his mind. According to Sha Sha Ar, Chris was somehow meant to be part of a greater scheme. Thankfully, the love surrounding him from the two Alasharians who were his soul matches was more real to him than ever. Otherwise, he thought he might’ve gone mad.
A broken sob burst out of Chris and Nary scooped him into his arms, Chris embracing him in gratitude. Lasar, their Ahna—or Master—followed them both as Nary entered the main room where the large bed was located. It was where they’d bonded for the first time the night before. Nary gently laid him down on the jumbled bedding and Chris panicked the moment he sensed Nary was about to release him.
“No!” Chris clung tightly to Nary’s neck. “I’ll freak the fuck out.”
Nary didn’t let go, but gazed at Lasar with a puzzled expression. Nary was a formidable being, over a foot taller than Chris, but the equally muscular Lasar was even a couple of inches more in height than Nary. They were magnificent males who had already been matched before the alien Earth invasion. Chris counted himself fortunate in one sense. As long as he’d been captured as a sex slave anyway, it had turned out well for him that he was meant to be mated to the loving aliens. However, other elements of his new life with the Alasharians weren’t so awesome. Discovering that he was supposedly central to some destiny that involved the aliens and humans, and that it portended certain danger with possible death, didn’t exactly have him doing the happy dance.
Lasar considered Chris. “We don’t understand what you just said, Chris. We can feel your fear within us, but your words didn’t explain why.”
Seriously? Doesn’t anything ever scare these warrior dudes? Chris hated how afraid he’d been for the past month, how out-of-control his life had become. That’s what it is. This constant sense of impending doom that I’m powerless to stop.
Nary allowed Chris to pull him down onto the bed, but rolled to the side so that he wouldn’t crush him. He did, however, tug Chris flush to his body. “No, pet. There are many things you can control, even within the chaos.”
Chris frowned at him. “Are you sure you can’t read my mind?”
Lasar chuckled as he joined them both, lying on the tangle of covers next to Chris and opposite Nary. “I can’t speak for Nary, but even though my connection with you both is much stronger than I’m accustomed to since we added you as our third, I can’t literally see the words in my head.” Lasar placed a soft kiss on Chris’ neck and the barely perceptible hum of the soul match blossomed beneath his skin. “It’s more that I was thrust into a state of helplessness that I believed I had no control over. It was there in a flash, then gone, but it was very real.”
Chris winced. “Sorry. That sucks.”
Nary ran a hand underneath the loose garment Chris had thrown on when the Healer had unexpectedly shown up at the door. They’d all been naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, enveloped in an exhausted sleep as a result of their enthusiastic bonding. Nary caressed Chris’ stomach then let his hand drift farther down to skim Chris’ hardening length with his fingertips. Nary cupped Chris’ balls and he closed his eyes, biting his lip, moaning from Nary’s firm touch.
“What sucks, pet?” Nary rolled the sensitive orbs in Chris’ sac. “Do you need us to suck you?”
Chris groaned, the only response he could push out as Nary’s exploration continued with more fervor and Lasar captured his mouth in a bruising kiss. The soul match hum burst to life, growing, surrounding him and his lovers as if they were a single being. Nary slid down Chris’ body, shoving the robe higher until his heated breath wafted over Chris’ cock.
Chris whimpered as Nary flicked his tongue over the head of Chris’ dick. He arched his back as Nary encased his hardened length in the wet heat of his mouth.
Lasar latched onto one of Chris’ pebbled nipples and sucked while caressing and kneading Chris’ body. Within moments, his nuts tightened, and he was ready to shoot. He yelped as Nary tugged harshly on his sac and lifted his head off Chris’ cock. Lasar stopped torturing his nipples at the same time. Chris groaned in frustration as his erection slapped against his belly and from the loss of both of his mates’ mouths on him.
“No, pet.” Nary appeared in his field of vision again, but his large hand remained firmly in control of Chris’ balls. “I want you to understand what it’s like to be denied.”
Chris frowned. “It doesn’t sound all that great, but you’re my Ahna, so…” Then he remembered what Lasar had done to Nary with the sounds. Oh shit. Not that. His breathing picked up a rapid pace. “But we’re going to go slow, right? Nothing too extreme? Please?”
Lasar cradled his shoulders and brought their mouths together. He kissed him slowly and deeply before passing him over to Nary, who also took his time exploring Chris with his tongue. At last, Chris’ heart had calmed and his breathing had evened out.
“No panic.” Lasar smiled down at him. “You have nothing to fear in our care, boy. What I did with Nary was a result of many, many parcels of time spent together, training his body to accept what I choose to give. Within the soul match connection, I’ll know—as will Nary—when an act is too much for you to handle. Let us guide you to the utmost in decadent pleasure.”
Nary stroked his face with his free hand. “Yes, pet. Being the dominant male is also a new role for me.” He brushed their lips together before speaking again. “We’ll learn together. I must go slow, as well.”
Chris exhaled on a long sigh. “Okay. Thank you. I wasn’t trying to say that either one of you doesn’t know what you’re doing, but, uh…” He swallowed. “Humans, especially this human, are much smaller than you guys.”
Lasar arched his eyebrows. “Ah, I understand. Be assured that I’d already taken that into consideration. I’m also responsible for teaching Nary to master you. But I should have communicated and made that clear. Forgive me, boy.”
“That’s okay.” Chris glanced between them both, smiling so they could see that he wasn’t upset. “I still can’t believe I’ve finally had sex, let alone any of this other stuff.”
Both Lasar and Nary laughed lightly, then went back to nibbling and fondling him. Not helping. He writhed beneath their attentions, whipping his head back and forth as he attempted to kiss skin where he could or touch flesh where he was able to reach. On occasion, his fingers would drift over the hardened patches of skin on their shoulders or at their elbows. He wasn’t able to stretch any lower than that.
Lasar grabbed his balls in a firm grip right as Nary rose from the bed. Even though Chris was still cradled in Lasar’s arms, he immediately missed Nary’s presence.
Nary regarded him with affection. “I only need to retrieve a couple of items from the balancing room then I will return.”
Chris nodded, amazed at the power of their bond even as new as it was. Lasar nuzzled Chris’ neck and he reciprocated, his desire to remain physically close to his mate spurring him on. The mattress dipped as Nary rejoined them. Lasar released his sac and Nary grabbed it again.
Nary gazed down at him. “Raise your hands and hold on to the slats of the wooden board at the top of the bed.”
Chris immediately did as he was told. He’d enjoyed having his wrists tied the night before. The bondage aspects of being with Lasar and Nary didn’t concern him as much as the infliction of erotic pain or having various orifices penetrated with foreign objects. Not because he wasn’t interested in such things, but for the very reasons he’d stated to Lasar. He had zero experience and was tiny compared to the size of his mates.
But I trust them. I know they’ll take care of me no matter what.
Nary directed his words to Lasar. “I need your help, Ahna. I’m not sure how to use this harness for his cock and balls, but I believe it’s the only one that can be adjusted to fit his smaller size.”
Chris huffed. “Really?” He muttered to himself. “It’s not that small. Sheesh.”
They didn’t react to him, but instead remained focused on their task. Lasar took the clear, twisted strips that were attached to each other in a three-part configuration from Nary. “Of course, Nasha. Keep hold of his genitals and I’ll explain it to you.”
They both set about working on his junk, which featured a running commentary between them as Lasar instructed Nary on the proper usage of the increasingly tight contraption that was squeezing the shit out of his sac. His throbbing cock strained as it jutted from the strict confines as well. The bindings that seemed to be similar to a tough vinyl, cut into his flesh in an uncomfortable, yet strangely thrilling way.
Okay. Fine. They know what they’re doing.
Lasar rubbed the sensitive patch of skin behind Chris’ swollen nuts until he reached his entrance. He teased him, placing the barest pressure of one fingertip against his rim. Chris’ lips parted on a sigh, and his eyelids drifted closed as the soul match hum revved up between them again.
“That’s it, pet. Don’t open your eyes. I want you to enjoy every sensation without distraction. I love it when Lasar does this to me.”
A soft cloth covered the upper part of his face and Nary tied it firmly behind his head. Puffs of heated breath wafted over his nipples, then a tongue flicked against the hardened nubs. Almost simultaneously, his wrists were bound to the headboard. Chris became lost in the thrill of being caressed by both of his mates as they used their hands to knead his flesh, sparking the soul match so that it surrounded them all as one. He cried out, the sensation of his skin being nibbled and licked so agonizingly wonderful. Nary had been correct that it was unbelievable to anticipate what the next touch, kiss, or exploration might be or where it would land.
Chris started, his legs kicking out as his hole was slathered with moistener. The night before, Lasar had used a lubricant from a black, decorative jar, the lid adorned with a notched, alien cock. It reminded him what he could expect from the amply-endowed Alasharians.
“Lift your legs for me, boy.”
Chris obeyed Lasar and as he bent his knees, the pull on his sac got tighter. He let out a long moan as a thick finger breached him—he was certain it was Lasar’s—and his sac swelled even more against the confines of the vinyl ties, his cock straining for attention. The slightly spicy scent of arousal that he associated with his mates filled the room. With his cock and balls restrained, his own need took on a more pronounced edge than he was used to.
“I… Sir, Master…please…”
“Yes, pet,” Nary whispered against his ear. “You need relief, don’t you? But not for a while. Lasar and I will pleasure each other, will bring you close, make you beg. Then we’ll deny you your release until we decide you can have it. You’re ours to do with as we please.”
Chris let out another more agonized moan. Being at the mercy of his mates only jacked up his need that much higher. Crazy. I was meant for submitting. He struggled against the ties that trapped his wrists as Lasar lazily finger-fucked him. His gland was never quite pegged, instead, there was the promise of what he ached for, only to have it denied at the last second. Chris struggled to fuck himself on Lasar’s probing digit, but Lasar wouldn’t let him. His Master kept all the control.
Chris sucked in a sharp breath as something soft lightly brushed across his skin, almost tickling him, but not quite. “What…?”
He yanked on his restraints, kicking his legs frantically as he attempted to find an outlet for the puzzling, overwhelming sensation. He determined that it had to either be a feather or something similar. Lasar hadn’t stopped tormenting his hole, so Nary was the likely source of the erotic torture.
“Do you like that, pet? Every one of your nerves exploding to life, your cock so hard and leaking, yet no one will touch it? No one will put you out of your misery?” Nary licked behind his ear then barely skimmed his lips over the shell as he continued to trail the mystery item across his sensitized flesh.
“Join me, Nasha. He needs to be stretched, opened up so that I may fuck him later. I have yet to spill inside our mate.”
Chris whimpered. “This is too much, too much…”
“No, pet. Not nearly enough.” The touch of the item Nary had been teasing with him disappeared. “Yes, Ahna. I will help get him ready for your cock.”
Nary inserted a slickened finger alongside Lasar’s, spreading him wide, the burn the only thing real to him in that moment. His mates thrust into him in tandem then alternated with one finger pressing deep as the other one pulled away almost to the point of exiting before punching back into his ass.
They worked him over hard. His gland was no longer ignored, but instead was stimulated by both his mates. Chris wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Please. Anything. I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just let me come.”
“This.” Lasar banged into his prostate and Chris yelped. “This is what we want. Your body as our toy, our plaything. Our Nasha to please and to deny.”
Lasar blew on the tip of Chris’ dick. Tears fell freely over his cheeks and he wasn’t sure if he’d succeed in staving off a monumental orgasm, no matter how much he tried not to.
“Another finger, Nary. Use more moistener and ease it in slowly.”
Chris clenched. Lasar laid a hand across his abdomen, let it settle there without any movement.
“Breathe, sweet boy. We won’t give you any more than you can take, but we will take you farther than you might believe you can handle. Put your trust in your Ahnas. Give yourself to us.”
Chris exhaled on a long sigh as he let go. His body vibrated from the effort of keeping his climax at bay, sweat joining the tears that still flowed freely. The moment he accepted that Nary and Lasar had him, that he was safe in their keeping, the soul match brought him closer in spirit to his Ahnas.
He continued to breathe deeply, his mates and their love surrounding him as Nary stretched him more open than he would’ve thought possible. His legs remained bent, pulled back as he instinctively made his body as accessible as possible to their exploration. Gradually, his muscles tired, so he draped one leg over Nary’s arm, the other over Lasar’s.
If only I could touch them.
“Not yet, boy. When we allow it. Submit to us.”
He realized that it would take a while. It had become apparent that whatever game he’d hoped to play at the Palm Springs club, he hadn’t understood the true depth of what it meant to give himself to another being.
A fourth finger prodded at his opening and he tensed again.
“Let me in, boy. I have you.”
Chris whimpered at the intense stretch as Lasar pushed it in until he was next to his other finger and Nary’s two. They both softened his rim, widening him then finger-fucking him deeper.
“Nasha, use the smaller cone-shaped plug. That should get him fully ready for me later.”
Oh God.
It kept getting better and better.
Nary added additional slick to Chris’ entrance, and both his mates slowly removed their fingers. Almost simultaneously, one of them pressed a resistant object against his hole.
This is the smaller one? He shivered at the thought of what else they might want to stuff inside his body. As the plug was slowly worked into his passage, Chris tried not to tense. Lasar gently rubbed his abdomen, the back of his hand occasionally brushing against Chris’ overly sensitive tip.
“Breathe through it, boy. Accept it.”
The final, largest section stretched him to what he was sure was his limit before sliding all the way in. His rim snapped shut around it, with something he assumed was akin to a handle preventing the object from becoming irretrievable.
Both his mates went back to caressing him as he clenched and released around the plug, Lasar kissing his neck while Nary played with his nipples. Lasar took his mouth right as Nary rose from the bed again. Chris melted into the kiss, so lost in the closeness he was sharing with Lasar that Nary’s return startled him.
He cried out at the extreme coldness on his nipple, the sound muffled by Lasar’s lips still moving over his own. Chris yanked harshly at his restraints as Nary gave his other nip that same treatment. Nary repeated the action two more times on each one, then exhaled his hot breath on the cold bits of flesh. Chris thrashed with his legs, yelling as Lasar ended the kiss.
“Now his haro, Nasha.”
Chris let out a desperate gasp. “No way! Are you crazy?” He shrieked right as the ice touched his cockhead. “Oh my God, this is insane.”
Nary circled the melting piece around his tip, the tight binds of the harness confining his dick and sac, keeping him hard. Drops of water trailed down his shaft as the ice melted against his heated flesh, his breathing picking up a quicker pace while he struggled to get away from the frozen torture. Lasar held down his legs right as Nary ceased tormenting him.
Why is he stopping me from kicking after the fact?
“Holy shit!”
Nary’s fiery mouth encased his cock, sucking and pulling on the stiff length. Chris squeezed out tears that had filled his eyes from the severe contrast of iciness on his skin that had instantly switched to a searing heat.
“Yes, Nasha. Suck him good. Make him beg for release.”
Chris lost control, the hum that connected them all swallowing him up as strongly as Nary did. The more he wiggled, the more the plug nudged his gland to the point where he doubted he could hold back, harness or not. His nuts tightened, but right as the spark of climax ignited at the base of his spine, Nary let Chris’ erection fall from his lips. Chris no longer had the strength to verbally protest the loss, the exhaustion of hanging on to his orgasm too overwhelming.
Lasar groaned. “You’re both so beautiful together.” Lasar tugged on the ties binding his wrists to the headboard. “I need your ass now, Nasha. You can finish him while I take it.”
Been waiting for that show. He’d be pissed if they didn’t take off the blindfold.
As if he’d picked up on Chris’ thoughts, Nary removed the fabric covering his eyes. He squinted against the sudden light, even though it was lower than normal. Nary kissed him while Lasar massaged his shoulders and wrists.
“Boy, help me prepare Nary’s ass to receive my cock.”
Chris couldn’t imagine how he could be that much of a help. He had no idea what he was doing—other than what he’d watched in the few porn flicks he’d seen—but he was more than willing to try.
“Where do you want me, Master?”
Lasar gave him a lopsided grin. “So obedient.” Lasar pointed to the other side of the mattress. “I want you there after you retrieve the moistener from the side table.” Lasar glanced down at Chris’ imprisoned junk then back up again. “And I would be careful once you do take your seat.” Lasar regarded Nary. “Nasha, on your hands and knees facing the end of the bed.”
Chris did as he was told, his focus on his cock and balls but forgetting about the plug until he was abruptly reminded as he sat down. He didn’t care for the smirk on Lasar’s face, however, he decided it was in his best interest not to make a remark.
“Very good.” Lasar’s voice had become huskier. “My Nashas both so eager to do my will. I’m honored.” Lasar indicated toward the black jar containing the lubrication. “Thank you, boy. Before I begin, would you like to taste Nary’s ass?”
Chris gave Lasar a jerky nod. He wanted to make Nary feel as good as Lasar had made Chris feel the night before. He rose onto his knees while Lasar pulled Nary’s cheeks apart, then dragged his tongue up Nary’s crease. He remembered how Lasar had teased his hole, so he did the same to Nary, flicking his tongue quickly. The spicy, sweet aroma of Alasharian arousal filled the room and Nary moaned, his hips gently thrusting as Chris ate him more enthusiastically.
I did that. I gave him pleasure.
Awareness of his own sensual power filled him as the distinct vibration of Nary’s frequency within the match surged.
Lasar pulled Chris off Nary by his hair. The sting gave Chris a sharp thrill.
“Now watch. I’ll have you add your fingers once I’m in.” Lasar scooped up a generous amount of slick before smearing it over Nary’s entrance, then pushed the tip of one finger past his rim to work some inside. Lasar sank the digit in as far as he could. “Now, you join me. Chris, do exactly as I did.”
Chris followed Lasar’s orders, but right as he was about to penetrate Nary, he paused. He chewed on his lower lip. It’s not like my small finger can hurt him, right? I mean, he’s hardly new at this the way I am.
“Boy, breach him now. Slide your finger in next to mine.”
Chris glanced up at Lasar, his worry obviously showing.
“You won’t cause him any pain, Chris.” Lasar smirked again. “Although I doubt he’d have a problem with that.”
Chris wrinkled his nose. He was definitely not Dom material. Nothing about hurting Nary, or Nary enjoying it, did anything for him. But I like it. He frowned. At least I think I do. Hair pulling and porn watching was one thing. It remained to be seen how he felt about pain when things got real.
Once he’d slickened up again, just to be sure, he urged his finger inside Nary. It slid alongside Lasar’s and he marveled at how Nary’s tight rim stretched around them, how it gripped his and Lasar’s fingers together.
“Now, we each add another one.”
Chris nodded, excited and fascinated by what they were doing to Nary. He realized that the act itself wasn’t that unusual. It was that he was doing it for the first time.
“Fuck him, Chris. Push in and out at the same time as I do.”
Soon they were in rhythm, Nary responding with low moans the deeper they went. Lasar twisted his wrist and Chris tried to mimic him. Nary rolled his hips, clenching around their fingers as if trying to keep them trapped inside his body. Chris’ cock throbbed, the sight of Nary’s hole being spread wide, his and Lasar’s glistening fingers driving in and out of Nary’s ass the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Better than any Internet porn.
“That’s enough, he’s ready for me.” Lasar glanced at Chris as he removed his fingers from Nary’s passage. “And I imagine you’re also ready for some relief.”
Chris had no idea whether he should respond or not. He didn’t want to jinx Lasar’s decision.
Lasar raised his eyebrows. “If you’re not, you can wear the harness for the rest of the day.”
Chris almost choked. “No, Master. I mean, yes.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m ready for relief.” He added a wide smile for effect.
Lasar barked out a laugh. “Yes, I’m quite sure you are.” He leaned down then swiped his tongue through Chris’ mouth before straightening again. “And I am, too.” Lasar smacked Nary’s ass. “Scoot back to give Chris room to lie on the end of the mattress.” Nary followed Lasar’s instructions as Lasar gestured to Chris. “On your back but prop yourself up on your elbows. That way you can watch me fuck Nary while he sucks your cock.”
I’m not gonna last.
“Yes you are, boy. Consider this the beginning of your training.”
“Okay, Master.” Chris hurried to do Lasar’s bidding, hoping he hadn’t just ruined his chances of coming that night.
Once he was in position, his knees bent and heels planted on either side of Nary’s arms, Lasar moved behind Nary. The moment he plunged into Nary’s ass, Nary grunted and jerked forward, his eyes rolling back. Lasar grabbed Nary’s hips and set up a vigorous pace of pounding him until a fine sheen of sweat covered them both. Chris clutched at the sheets, curling his fingers in the fabric at the stunning sight of his two mates fucking.
His cock pulsed within the confines of the harness and he ached for completion. A small string of pre-cum dropped from his slit, the head of his dick a deep scarlet from his desperate need.
Lasar plunged hard into Nary then paused, his breathing frantic. He gasped out his orders. “Swallow him, Nary, suck him good for me. When I tell you, release his ties.” Lasar locked his gaze on Chris. “Don’t come until he releases them.”
Chris tried to answer, but only whimpered instead. One corner of Lasar’s mouth twitched. “That’s my good boy.”
Lasar pressed down on Nary’s neck, and Nary clamped his lips around Chris’ heated length. Chris jerked his hips in response, slamming his head back on the bed. Nary rasped his tongue around the end of his dick, then pulled on it, the suction of Nary’s mouth an exquisite agony he couldn’t fulfill, yet couldn’t escape either.
Soon Lasar’s harsh thrusts shoved Nary onto his cock until Chris was being swallowed repeatedly. He wanted to fuck, needed it, but remained still, allowed Nary to have the control. Lasar rammed Nary harder as he leaned farther over him. He reached around with one hand and grabbed Nary’s dick.
“Nasha, remove the harness.” Lasar regarded him. “Fuck his mouth, boy. Take what you want.”
Chris rode the waves of pleasure that flowed between them, the soul match hum embracing them as they climbed higher and higher, connected as one being.
“Now!”
Nary swallowed around his cock again right as Lasar froze and roared out his release. Chris grabbed bunches of Nary’s hair and shot down his throat, the pulses of cum almost violent as he finally got the climax he’d been so anxious for. Chris slumped onto the bed, completely spent from their lovemaking.
He lay there in a dreamy haze, only vaguely aware as his body was manipulated and moved. Chris melted into the embrace of Lasar and Nary, both of them Master, or Ahna to his Nasha. It had been a trying morning, but his body was sated and his spirit rejuvenated from the physical bonding with his mates.
His mind drifted to the words the Healer had spoken. He tried to focus, tried to remember all that he’d been told—what little of it there had been. He fought the satisfied exhaustion pulling him under, but he had neither the energy to revel in the beautiful joining he’d just shared Lasar and Nary, or to ponder the fate of the humans and Alasharians.
He gasped, almost startled awake by a vivid picture in his head. He attempted to open his eyes, but sleep claimed him instead.
Mom…
Hiding from Two #3
Morgan lounged in a cushy chair located in his newly adopted bedroom at Chris and his mates’ luxury hotel suite. He’d dragged it to the window so he could gaze at the city that had once been Palm Springs. The panorama was almost as good as television. From the twentieth floor, he had an excellent view of the busy comings and goings of the aliens who had taken over Earth.
The Alasharians.
He hadn’t sneered to himself that time. If he was being completely honest, he would have to admit that the twinge in his gut, the pull, had been because of the kindness and bravery that Chris’ alien mates had shown him. If it hadn’t been for Nary, one of Chris’ soul matches, he would’ve been killed when the rogue humans had bombed the pleasure party.
Morgan shuddered. Pleasure? It had been a horrific, violent gathering that had managed to reveal some surprising things to him about the aliens who had taken over Earth a month and a half before. The beings were simultaneously more evil—and more wonderful—than he could’ve imagined. Of course, it depended on which of their factions he was referring to at the time. Nary and Lasar, Chris’ mates, were wonderful. The Alasharian leader, the Nall—along with several party-goers—had shown themselves to be the epitome of evil.
So, now what?
It had become obvious after the bombing at the party by the unknown group of humans, that their actions had set events in motion that would likely be far worse for their own race than they’d anticipated. What if the Nall determined that keeping any human alive, sex slave or not, wasn’t worth the risk?
Hallosh won’t let anyone hurt me.
Morgan jerked up in his chair, the unexpected errant thought shocking him even as it came to mind. His heart thundered, his breathing accelerated at the memory of Hallosh’s touch. The alien’s tentative hold had nevertheless been strong and comforting. When Hallosh had lifted him out of the rubble, he’d instinctively snuggled closer before catching himself. The sudden tension in Hallosh’s body had alerted him to his bizarre reaction to the hunky alien.
Was it bizarre?
Morgan curled in on himself, pulling the shawl he’d been wrapped in the night before more tightly around him. He’d told Chris over and over how perplexed he was by his cousin’s strong attraction to the Alasharian males and he’d meant it. Morgan had been terrified of the species from the moment they’d invaded Earth. That terror had turned to revulsion once he’d been captured and learned they would be taken by the aliens as sex slaves. His initial anger toward Chris when he’d discovered that he’d fallen for his captors had now been replaced by a measure of understanding given their obvious love for, and devotion to, his cousin.
So maybe I understand even more of it?
He swallowed, his throat much too dry. He could never… Could I? He frowned, irritated with himself for even considering such a ridiculous thing. And anyway, Hallosh had behaved as if he didn’t want anything to do with him the rest of the night. Other than his inexplicable insistence that Chris make sure Morgan’s few scratches had been cleaned and bandaged, he’d made certain to stay away from Morgan after they’d all returned to the hotel.
Morgan sighed, wiggling in the chair, annoyed at the sensation of a low hum of electricity skittering just beneath his skin.
What the hell is wrong with me? He wanted to escape the confines of the small bedroom he’d stayed in for the past two days, but he didn’t want to bother Chris or Nary. Nary was in bed in the main area of the suite recovering from his injuries and Chris was busy taking care of him. Other than a quick foray to the kitchen to grab some juice and some sort of Alasharian breakfast roll that Chris had told him was safe to eat, he’d stayed out of the way.
I wish I had my books with me. Or my notebook. Everything Chris and his mates had given him to alleviate the unrelenting boredom of his circumstances had been left behind in the suite that had become his makeshift prison. Once they’d hastily returned to the hotel, they’d had more pressing concerns. After it had been decided that Morgan should stay with them until Rama arrived—the alien who would take charge of him—there had been no mention of retrieving the few items he owned that Nary had been responsible for bringing to him.
Tears burned in his eyes. Nary had been so kind to him from the beginning but Morgan had been too filled with hate to realize it. Then Nary had almost lost his life because of the way Morgan had run away at the party. He sniffed. I’ll never treat Chris’ mates badly again. He’d even promised himself to remain open to the possibility that Rama, since Lasar was friends with him, might be a good being. He wouldn’t judge all the Alasharians as evil just because some of them were.
A light knock sounded, then the door opened. He angled his body around to see Chris peeking into the room.
“Hey. You doing okay in here?”
Morgan drew his eyebrows together. “I’m fine.” He didn’t want Chris worrying over him when his mate needed his attention. “How about Nary? Is he feeling better?” He swallowed after he’d said it, a flush of heat blooming under his skin.
“Knock it off, dude.” Chris frowned as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Your guilt isn’t welcome here.”
Morgan sighed then returned to gazing out the window. Chris dragged the matching chair over until he’d placed it next to Morgan’s. Chris plopped down on it.
“Morgan?”
He turned to Chris who regarded him intently. Something about his cousin was different. At first, he’d thought it had something to do with Chris’ raging hormones since he’d finally had his cherry popped by his alien matches. But it wasn’t that. Sometimes, a thought would form in Morgan’s mind as to what it might be, but then he would try to articulate it and it would be gone. It’s driving me nuts.
“Give me a while, okay, Chris? It’s not just the other night, although that was pretty epic what Nary did. It’s all the other times too.” Morgan lowered his head. He couldn’t maintain his gaze with Chris. “All the horrible things I said to you about your mates.” He winced. “And what I know Nary heard me say.”
Chris let out an aggravated sigh. “Okay, you’re right. You were a total asshole.”
“Hey!” Morgan whipped around to glare at Chris. “You don’t have to be mean about it.”
Chris laughed. “Oh, my God. Your face. Look, I needed to get your attention. But can we move past all of that now? You’ve apologized and you had every right to question things. If it hadn’t been happening to me, I never would’ve believed it.”
Morgan nodded. “You’re right. I’ll shut up about it now and just show you guys by how I act that I don’t feel that way anymore.”
Chris squeezed his arm quickly, then drew it back. Morgan frowned again at Chris’ touch.
“What about you, Chris? Your hand felt really hot. Are you coming down with something?”
Chris’ eyes widened and he seemed to go even paler than normal. “I’m not sick. I’m…” He chewed at his lip. “I came in here to bring you up to speed on a couple things.”
Morgan picked again at the fringe decorating the shawl that was wrapped around him. He wondered about the Alasharian it had belonged to. Had they survived the blast? Had they been one of the spectators egging on the rapes of the humans or had they been ones who’d been aghast at the horrific display?
Morgan forced his thoughts away from the upsetting events of the night before last as he waited for Chris to seemingly gather his own thoughts. It was fine. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be brought up to speed. He worried the shawl some more, wishing he had one of the small robes that Lasar and Nary had gotten for Chris to wear. Even though he’d been forced into continuous nudity in front of the aliens since being captured, it seemed weirder in front of Chris’ mates. He shuddered. Despite knowing there wasn’t anything else that could’ve been done, and even though Chris had been there, it had still been an awful moment when Nary had attached the cock ring to his dick.
And touched me.
He’d been fantasizing about being touched, being fondled and stroked by someone else for quite a while. However, being forced, and being touched by an alien, had robbed that fantasy from him.
Chris shook his head and sighed. “Sorry. I seem to drift off a lot lately.” He inhaled a deep breath then locked his eyes on Morgan. “Lasar has been gone all day with his troops, hunting for the renegade humans who are responsible for the bombing, and we have no idea when he’ll be back or what might come of it. At the very least, it’s even less safe for humans than it was before.” Chris grunted. “If you can even imagine that. Anyway, Rahna Rama, Lasar’s friend, well, he’s been called back here to help from the territory he was assigned as a commanding warrior, or a…” Chris furrowed his brow. “Or whatever his position of leadership is.”
Morgan’s stomach clenched and he chewed his bottom lip. “Oh. I see.”
Morgan had been told that Rama didn’t want him as a sex slave, that Rama was only taking Morgan on as a favor, but he couldn’t deny how much having to go live with the alien scared him. Rama might be a good being, might be as caring and decent as Lasar and Nary were, but Morgan had no idea what to expect. What would his future be like living with the alien? Would he become Rama’s servant? Would they have any type of relationship at all, or would he simply be ignored? Morgan wasn’t certain which scenario he preferred.
“Come on, dude. You knew it was inevitable.”
Chris’ words held a sympathetic tone, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
“I know. I guess I thought I’d have a chance to get more adjusted to the idea, that’s all. You know, a warning when he was on his way.”
Chris snorted. “Consider this your warning.”
Morgan smirked at his cousin. Yeah, he’d been acting a little off recently, but he was still the same smart-ass he’d always been. Morgan squirmed in his chair.
“Do you have any idea how I should behave with him? I mean, do I call him ‘Sir’ or one of those other titles you give your mates?”
Chris shrugged. “I’d steer away from ‘hey you’, but other than that, I don’t think you need to call him anything in particular. Maybe Rahna Rama. Keep it basic.”
Morgan frowned at him. “Chris, seriously. Some compassion here?”
Chris raked his fingers through his long blond hair. “Yeah, okay. Sorry. I’m kind of flipped out about Nary being hurt and Lasar on this mysterious, potentially human-annihilating quest. Then there was the dream…” Chris pressed his lips together, his face flushing.
“Wait, what? What dream?” Morgan stomach dropped.
“Uh…” Chris gave a nervous chuckle.
Morgan regarded him with concern. His cousin had talked about a lot of weird stuff ever since he’d been captured, such as instinctively knowing that he was supposed to be mated to Lasar and Nary and being able to sense their feelings as if they were all linked telepathically somehow. What must that be like?
“Chris? You can’t leave me hanging like that. You’re freaking me out.”
“Look, it’s…” Chris sighed. “It’s hard to explain. I don’t even understand what’s going on, okay?” Chris scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can tell you this much. It has to do with that Supreme Soul Healer I told you about.”
Morgan’s eyes widened as he tensed. “Uh-oh. Was it a horrible vision? Are we all going to be killed by the Nall?” He’d had to work hard to keep the hysteria out of his voice.
“Hey.” Chris reached over and grabbed Morgan’s hand, clutching it. “Nothing is for certain. That’s at least one thing I’ve managed to figure out in all of this. Yes, there’s a destiny aspect to everything that’s been happening, but it’s as if…” Chris frowned. “As if the choices I make could drastically skew the outcome one way or the other.”
Morgan arched his eyebrows. Chris flushed and let go of his hand.
“Uh…wow.” Chris winced. “That didn’t quite come out the way I thought it would.” He snorted. “I swear I’m not that full of myself.”
Morgan grunted. “Only mildly full of yourself, Oh Great One?”
Chris’ blush deepened. “Cut it out. It’s that Healer guy. He keeps saying all this stuff to me that doesn’t make sense. Then last night, I’m having the weirdest dream…or vision, or out of body experience—I couldn’t tell—and he’s giving me dire warnings and hinting around that I’m like, one and the same with him.” Chris let out a low growl. “It’s flipping me the fuck out.”
He’s lost it. “Okay…” Morgan cleared his throat. “Maybe you’re not getting enough rest. You know, because you’ve been taking care of Nary, and all the stress from our new circumstances, the situation with your mom and sisters—”
“They’re under Hallosh’s protection.”
Morgan gave a slight shake of his head. “Yeah. I know. You told me, remember?”
“There are many who will be on the side of the humans, who will defend them. We all need to unite. You must allow yourself to become a part of the destiny.”
“Uh…” Something with Chris wasn’t right and it filled Morgan with a sense of dread. It wasn’t only his words. The flat tone Chris had used as he’d spoken, the way he’d stared through him rather than at him with glazed-over eyes terrified Morgan. He swallowed hard.
“Chris, stop it. You’re scaring me.”
Chris blinked, but remained still. It didn’t appear as if he’d heard Morgan speak.
“Chris!” Morgan shook him by his shoulders.
His cousin shuddered, his eyes fluttering before they focused back on Morgan. “Huh?”
“What happened just then?” Morgan couldn’t keep the trembling from his voice.
Chris drew his eyebrows together. “Happened?”
Oh God. “You were lost in your head or something. It was like you weren’t even seeing me, but you told me stuff about Hallosh, aliens uniting with us and something about allowing myself to be a part of the destiny.”
Chris’ eyes rounded. “Holy shit.” He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “I fucking knew what happened last night was going to mess with me. What I can’t figure out is if he’s doing it on purpose, or if it’s part of the destiny thing and he’s just as caught up in it as I am.”
“What the actual fuck are you talking about? Who’s doing what on purpose?” Morgan let out a sound akin to a whimper. I wish Hallosh was here. Morgan gasped. No I don’t. He jumped from the chair, his nerves so jacked up he didn’t know what to do other than to pace back and forth on the plush carpet like a restless, caged animal.
“Hey, Morgan. Stop.” Chris grabbed his arm, abruptly halting him. He hadn’t even noticed him rising from the chair.
“I can’t handle this, Chris. I’m not strong like you, remember? I keep telling you that.”
Chris let out an aggravated sigh. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself credit, dude. And I believe you’ll play an important part in whatever the events are that are headed our way, so you can’t come unglued.”
“You mean, if I allow myself to be a part of the destiny?” He’d said it with no small measure of irony.
Chris shrugged as he released Morgan’s arm. “Apparently. But that was probably my intuition speaking just then. I swear I don’t remember saying all that other stuff. How do you suppose that feels?” Chris wrapped his arms around himself. “Not gonna lie. It’s pretty creepy.”
A wave of shame filled him. Yeah, he was scared. But if he was going through what Chris was, he’d probably fall apart.
“I’m sorry, Chris, you’re right. I’ll be better, I promise. I should be here for you to turn to, not just begging you for reassurance all the time.” Morgan stepped forward then gave him a one-armed hug. “I’m here for you and I’ll do my best to help, even if it’s only for you to have someone to tell things to.”
Chris hugged him back before letting his arm fall to his side. He smirked at Morgan. “Even if I don’t remember saying them?”
Morgan fought back tears. I need to knock it off. Accept that this is all happening and figure out how to move forward. Be there for Chris the way he’s been for me.
“Even if.”
Chris gasped as he jerked awake from what had already been a fitful slumber. He quickly sat up, the dusty, torn sleeping bag that was barely enough to keep him warm tossed aside, his body on alert in case he had to bolt to safety. His jumbled mind was on overload from too many hours of lost sleep, too much in the way of constant fear draining his emotional and psychological reserves. Darkness enveloped him like a creeping void consuming his light within. The nightmare was almost the same as it’d been every night since the last time he’d slept in his own bed.
“Dad, why are you going to the shop? Who’s gonna bring their car in for an oil change at a time like this?”
“I’m helping our neighbors, friends. Everyone wants to make sure their vehicles are in perfect condition in case the worst happens and we all have to flee.”
“Then I’ll go in with you. If I help, it’ll get done faster.”
“No, Chris. I need you to stay here with your mother and sisters.”
Stay. Chris swiped the tears from his eyes. He struggled to adjust his vision, the sliver of a moon and blanket of stars barely enough for him to ascertain where his family slept around him on the rocky dirt.
He shivered, pulling to his chin the nylon bag he’d once used when he’d gone camping with his father. The early autumn breeze was not only chilly at the top of the San Jacinto mountain range, but very brisk. Below him lay the desert they’d escaped from, the place that had once been his home. He’d never lived anywhere other than Desert Hot Springs his whole life and it was all he knew. But not anymore. Nothing was the same. It wasn’t just Southern California or the seemingly untouchable wealthy residents of nearby Palm Springs who’d forever had their lives torn from them, but the whole world. At least, that’d been the rumor before all outside communication had finally been cut off.
Chris brushed his long, sandy blond hair back from his eyes, then pushed up from the ground. He winced from the pain of the sunburn that made his flesh feel as if it’d been stretched too tightly across his forehead. As they’d been running for their lives he hadn’t thought to grab any sunscreen for his damn pale skin. And the shit in my camping pack was all dried up. He didn’t even have a fucking hat. When he’d been helping his dad get the gear ready in case they had to leave suddenly, he’d seen the bottle left over from their last trip together, but hadn’t checked inside.
Idiot. He sighed. Feeling sorry for himself wouldn’t help anything or anybody. Be thankful you’re still here. So are Mom and the girls. Even Morgan made it out.
As he tiptoed past everyone sleeping, searching for someplace to take a piss, he swallowed past a lump in his throat. The luxury of mourning for his father and Morgan’s parents—his aunt and uncle—was pointless. Focusing on protecting what remained of his family was all that mattered.
He rounded what could’ve been a Jeffrey pine, sugar pine, or maybe even a ponderosa, although he doubted it. Whatever grouping of trees he’d designated as his outhouse seemed too small to be a ponderosa. He shook his head as he relieved himself. What would end up being significant in the future, if there even was one? If all of humanity was wiped out by the alien invaders, then who gave a fuck what the name of the pine tree was that he was pissing on?
Chris yelped. The shock of a bright light in his eyes had also made him let go of his dick, which then dribbled out more pee on the front of his only pair of jeans.
“Goddamnit, Paul.” Chris made a low grumbling noise as he angled his body away from his neighbor’s oldest son, then tucked himself back in. Or more accurately, only surviving son. “Why’d you do that? Now my pants are all gross.” He’d tried to keep his voice low so as not to disturb the others, but he wasn’t sure it mattered all that much after he’d yelled out so loudly.
“Sorry, dude. I thought you were one of them. I was gonna get the drop on it before it attacked everyone.”
Chris wiped his filthy hands across his jeans. There didn’t seem to be much point in trying to protect their cleanliness anymore. It was all a lost cause. He shuddered. Drawing an analogy between the state of his clothing and their chances of making it through their current predicament was too scary, so he chose not to.
He turned to Paul. “Are you nuts? I’m not even close to being the size of one of those things. Not only that, but you can’t fight them. Those are the only people they kill.”
A small consolation.
With his flashlight directed at the ground, the ambient light cast weird shadows across Paul’s features. “I’d rather die. I’m not gonna be controlled by them, or tortured or whatever.”
Chris could swear he was trying not to cry. Paul might have been five years older than Chris’s nineteen, but he seemed like such a kid at times. Paul’s mom had always doted over all of them. All of them. Only Paul and his dad were left. No mom, none of Paul’s three brothers.
But Graham, the one near my age, he wasn’t killed. The aliens had taken him the way he’d seen them take others of similar stature. Chris, Morgan and Graham were smaller, slighter of build. Both men and women of that size would be captured, thrown into bag-like nets then thrown aboard the small hovercrafts the aliens used to zip around in. The rest of the humans who weren’t killed had been herded together in large buildings, malls and warehouses. At least that was what’d been shared in town by a few residents who’d been in L.A. when the aliens had attacked. They’d somehow managed to get away and had shared more useful information than any of the newscasters before all Internet, radio and television had gone out.
Chris tried not to think about what had happened to the ones like him who’d been taken in the nets. He’d never heard from anyone who knew anything regarding the kidnappings, only the other rumors, like everything else since the invasion. Were those stolen men and women the ones who were actually tortured, maybe experimented on for some reason? Why were only smaller people like him taken? Did the aliens eat them like some rare delicacy? His gut clenched. He definitely didn’t want to think about that.
“Hey. Paul. Are you okay?”
“Sorry. I just…” A tear carved a path down Paul’s dirt-encrusted cheek.
It’s too damn dusty up here. The wind is making me crazy. If only the wind was all they had to worry about.
“Just what?” Chris sighed, feeling sorry for the guy. Even if Paul was a spoiled wimp, he should try and comfort him somehow. “You have to pull yourself together. We all do. I know everything sucks. Like, really, really sucks. But we’ve got a pretty sweet situation here. At least there’re the pines and big rocks to help hide us, and there’re rabbits, a fuckton of gray squirrels…” He wasn’t sure where he was going with his rambles. Even he didn’t buy it.
“But it’s so fucking cold up here and it’s not even winter yet. Shouldn’t we go lower? My dad thinks that’s what we oughta do. He says that’s what the Cahuilla Indians used to do too. They’d be up here in the summer when the heat in the desert was killer, then they’d go down to the desert for the winter to stay warmer.”
“Yeah? Good for them. But the Cahuilla Indians didn’t have aliens trying to kill or capture them now, did they? If we go too low, we’ll be marching right back to where they were. Right into their arms.” The thought really did make him want to barf up his granola bar dinner from earlier. “Anyway, it’s still too hot down there and we’ve got some clear water streams up here.”
Paul glared at him, his expression disturbing as hell because of the way his face was lit up in the dark. “You don’t know everything. My dad runs a successful insurance company and he knows how to be in charge, to manage situations. You’re barely an adult who does oil changes on the cars at your dad’s auto shop. That hardly qualifies you to tell us what to do.”
“Ran an auto shop.” Chris didn’t need to work at keeping his voice low. He’d barely had enough breath to get out the words.
Paul frowned at him. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Are you all right?”
“Not especially. Look, I get that your dad holds male seniority here, but this is not only my life, but the remaining members of my family’s lives. My dad’s been taking me hiking and camping up here since I can remember. I know my way around. And anyway, in my opinion, and I could be totally wrong, working together as a team is better than splitting up. I also think that holing up in an uninhabited area that provides natural spots for hiding makes more sense than going back to the wide open landscape where we just ran from a giant roaming band of aliens. Just sayin’.”
“You know what? No one likes your sarcasm, Chris. You think you’re funny, but you really aren’t.”
“Duly noted. In the meantime, I think a few of us should try to sneak into Idyllwild or Pine Cove tomorrow and get supplies. We’ll have to be selective on what we take to avoid detection, though. We’ll need to be able to travel fast and light on the trek back.”
Paul crossed his arms in a huff, which then sent the beam from the flashlight across the expanse of rocks, highlighting the entire area. A thread of nervousness surged through him.
“Hey, we should shut that off.”
Paul glared at him again. “Why, Mr. High and Mighty?”
“It should be for emergencies only. Not only the batteries…” Chris’ gaze flitted across the expanse of the sky, searching. “But there are no other lights on the mountain. It could draw them to us.”
Chris was plunged into complete darkness.
“Shit.” Paul’s voice held a tremor of fear. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
Many, many sarcastic retorts came to mind, but Chris bit them back. He could still think Paul was a complete idiot while also acknowledging that his own snarky tone could be dialed back a few notches.
Chris’ eyes had gradually adjusted again to the loss of the brighter light, and he thought he could safely make his way over the uneven ground back to his makeshift bed. A broken ankle, even a sprained one, would likely spell his doom. There was no way he’d expect anyone to stay behind with him if it was time to run again.
“Let’s get some rest and we can figure it out tomorrow, all right?”
Paul wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah. Sure.”
By the time he’d made it back to where his family was clustered against one of the larger rocks as protection against the wind, he wasn’t too surprised to see his mom awake. Jenna and Aurora were sound asleep, no doubt exhausted from the long trek into Saddle Junction just below Mount San Jacinto, but he thought Morgan might be faking it. Morgan was shy, withdrawn. He’d always been more likely to watch and listen off to the side before speaking up or offering his opinion on anything. Except with me. Being so close growing up together had stripped Morgan’s reserves to the point where Chris sometimes wished Morgan would hold back with him.
“Is everything all right, sweetheart?”
It was too dark to make out his mom’s expression, but he had no doubt it was one of concern. She’d been remarkably brave about his dad, but he’d heard her crying softly once the girls had fallen asleep the first night after they’d escaped. He hated that she had to hold it all in for the sake of his sisters. Probably for me too.
“Yeah. Paul just caught me off guard when he turned the flashlight on in my eyes. I had to, you know, pee.”
“Should he be doing that? I mean…We could be seen.”
“Don’t worry. I warned him.”
“Okay, good.”
The rustle of the plastic shopping bags she had wrapped around her feet could be heard as she adjusted her position. When the alien horde had advanced on their town from the I-10, the hovercrafts had moved in swarms as they’d swept the area. If it hadn’t been for the Gonzalez brothers—two of his dad’s employees—racing over to their house from the shop to warn them, it was likely they wouldn’t have made it. Unfortunately, they’d also been the ones to give them the news that his dad had been killed by the invaders.
“We warned him not to get out his shotgun, but he did anyway. I’m sorry, Señora Lansing.”
There hadn’t been time for emotion or detailed explanations. At that point, the aliens had only been a few miles away, the sun glinting off the pale yellow metal of their small ships spurring everyone into action. Their street had been filled with chaos, people screaming, cars and trucks screeching out of driveways as the neighbors attempted to escape. Up until that moment, the invasions had appeared to be confined to major cities.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you lie down, try to get some sleep?”
His mom had whispered it, but her words had seemed bizarrely loud in the silent darkness. He crawled under the nylon cover of his bag, but propped himself up on one elbow, facing her. He made sure to keep his voice to a whisper as well.
“I just realized. My birthday was exactly a month ago. The day before they first attacked.”
“Don’t. Don’t think about it.”
“I can’t help it, Mom. On my birthday, everything was totally normal. You made that chicken teriyaki I love so much, and the cake with the layer of strawberry crème in it.” He blinked back the tears forming. “I wish I’d known. Wish I’d paid attention to every single moment of that day.”
She sighed, the sound clutching his heart. “No. It’s good that you didn’t. You never would’ve enjoyed it the way you did. Instead, you can hold onto the memory untainted by everything that’s happened since then.”
Chris pondered her words as he worried a stray thread at the seam of his sleeping bag. “I tried to go with him to the shop that day. I should’ve been there.”
“Stop…” His mom’s voice cracked.
“Maybe I could’ve done something. Maybe he wouldn’t have tried to fight them if I’d been there. Maybe he would’ve just run.”
She shot out her hand and grabbed onto his, her small frame barely contained under the throw they’d once had laid out on the couch back. He’d snatched it from the sofa as he’d rushed by, then stuffed it into one of the backpacks he’d grabbed from the garage as they’d fled. The plastic bags currently around his mom’s and sister’s feet had already been in there, probably leftover from some camping trip or another. They’d proven to be useful at containing heat.
“I’m grateful that you weren’t there. So very grateful.”
They held hands, no more words exchanged. At last he laid his head down on his arm. Anything soft enough to put his head on was either being worn or wrapped around them as a blanket. His youngest sister, Aurora, was only six years old, and she’d rested her head on her eight-year-old sister’s tummy.
His thoughts drifted to his cousin, Morgan. They’d barely gotten to him in time. Right as they’d pulled up to the home where he lived with his parents, Chris’ Uncle Rick and Aunt Sara, they’d pushed Morgan from their car. Everyone in his family had watched in horror as Morgan’s parents had gunned their vehicle straight toward an alien hovercraft. It’d been just enough of a diversion for them all to get away.
He couldn’t stop replaying everything over in his mind. They’d made it to the bottom of the San Jacintos on the Banning side, abandoning his dad’s pickup right where Highway 243 snaked its way up the mountain. By that time, the hovercrafts had been everywhere and they knew they’d be too easy to spot in the bright blue vehicle. They’d remained hidden until the aliens had quit flying overhead. It didn’t mean they’d necessarily left the area, probably only that they were done hunting for the day.
And five days later, here we are. Saddle Junction.
Camping with his dad had always been fun. Never could he have imagined that he’d need to use the skills he’d subtly learned over the years to help himself and his family survive. The muffled sounds of Paul and his father whispering to each other drifted to his ears. Would his neighbors split off from them? They’d run into each other once he and his family had reached Pine Cove.
By some sort of twist of fate, his neighbors had been up in the mountains that day, and had ended up taking cover in the small market where the tiny mountain town’s one gas pump was also located. For whatever reason, most of the residents of the hamlet had decided to stick it out in their own homes. Chris could understand to some degree. They had shelter and the snows would arrive soon. Why tough it outside when they already had somewhere on the mountain where they could stay indoors?
Not that anyone was offering us any shelter.
Chris didn’t mind, though. It would’ve been too tempting to accept such an offer, and deep down inside, Chris knew they’d only be staving off the inevitable capture or death by making that decision. Even if he didn’t know the motives of the beings who’d stormed onto their planet uninvited, their thorough sweeping of his remote desert hometown of less than twenty thousand inhabitants didn’t bode well for the aliens leaving any residences, especially ones so close by, untouched.
His mother’s hand had relaxed and Chris was relieved that she seemed to have fallen back to sleep. At dawn, Chris planned to make a foray into town. Better food would be a comfort, maybe some candy for the girls, but his main concern was warmer clothing. Gloves, socks, winter caps, and if he was lucky, he might even find some emergency blankets or hand and foot warmer packs. When the snows came, they could survive on jerky and the odd rabbit or squirrel. But the cold? That was something they couldn’t take any chances with.
Campfires had to be few and far between and for short periods of time only. Whenever they lit one, they’d have to move their location right afterward to avoid detection. Smoke during the day and the glow at night would be a red flag guiding the aliens right to them. He’d had plenty of hours to consider all the angles of their survival. Melancholy at the futility of it all ate at him, but he fought it off the same way he had ever since the initial reports of the invaders’ arrival.
He had to keep it together for his family, even if he’d already given up on hope for himself.
Cherished by Two #2
Chris dropped his head in his hands, his heart still trip-hammering from the unexpected meeting with Sha Sha Ar, the Alasharian’s Soul Healer. He remained on the hotel suite’s couch, too overcome with worry, self-doubt and terror to move. Lasar and Nary, his soul-matched alien lovers, held him quietly, undoubtedly allowing him a moment to absorb the deeper implications of the Healer’s revelations before he’d left.
This can’t be real. Chris clutched at his hair, grimacing. The Healer has to be wrong. I’m just some unremarkable human, no one special.
The Soul Healer’s cryptic pronouncements about Chris’ integral role in the new combined world of Alasharians and humans played over and over in his mind. According to Sha Sha Ar, Chris was somehow meant to be part of a greater scheme. Thankfully, the love surrounding him from the two Alasharians who were his soul matches was more real to him than ever. Otherwise, he thought he might’ve gone mad.
A broken sob burst out of Chris and Nary scooped him into his arms, Chris embracing him in gratitude. Lasar, their Ahna—or Master—followed them both as Nary entered the main room where the large bed was located. It was where they’d bonded for the first time the night before. Nary gently laid him down on the jumbled bedding and Chris panicked the moment he sensed Nary was about to release him.
“No!” Chris clung tightly to Nary’s neck. “I’ll freak the fuck out.”
Nary didn’t let go, but gazed at Lasar with a puzzled expression. Nary was a formidable being, over a foot taller than Chris, but the equally muscular Lasar was even a couple of inches more in height than Nary. They were magnificent males who had already been matched before the alien Earth invasion. Chris counted himself fortunate in one sense. As long as he’d been captured as a sex slave anyway, it had turned out well for him that he was meant to be mated to the loving aliens. However, other elements of his new life with the Alasharians weren’t so awesome. Discovering that he was supposedly central to some destiny that involved the aliens and humans, and that it portended certain danger with possible death, didn’t exactly have him doing the happy dance.
Lasar considered Chris. “We don’t understand what you just said, Chris. We can feel your fear within us, but your words didn’t explain why.”
Seriously? Doesn’t anything ever scare these warrior dudes? Chris hated how afraid he’d been for the past month, how out-of-control his life had become. That’s what it is. This constant sense of impending doom that I’m powerless to stop.
Nary allowed Chris to pull him down onto the bed, but rolled to the side so that he wouldn’t crush him. He did, however, tug Chris flush to his body. “No, pet. There are many things you can control, even within the chaos.”
Chris frowned at him. “Are you sure you can’t read my mind?”
Lasar chuckled as he joined them both, lying on the tangle of covers next to Chris and opposite Nary. “I can’t speak for Nary, but even though my connection with you both is much stronger than I’m accustomed to since we added you as our third, I can’t literally see the words in my head.” Lasar placed a soft kiss on Chris’ neck and the barely perceptible hum of the soul match blossomed beneath his skin. “It’s more that I was thrust into a state of helplessness that I believed I had no control over. It was there in a flash, then gone, but it was very real.”
Chris winced. “Sorry. That sucks.”
Nary ran a hand underneath the loose garment Chris had thrown on when the Healer had unexpectedly shown up at the door. They’d all been naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, enveloped in an exhausted sleep as a result of their enthusiastic bonding. Nary caressed Chris’ stomach then let his hand drift farther down to skim Chris’ hardening length with his fingertips. Nary cupped Chris’ balls and he closed his eyes, biting his lip, moaning from Nary’s firm touch.
“What sucks, pet?” Nary rolled the sensitive orbs in Chris’ sac. “Do you need us to suck you?”
Chris groaned, the only response he could push out as Nary’s exploration continued with more fervor and Lasar captured his mouth in a bruising kiss. The soul match hum burst to life, growing, surrounding him and his lovers as if they were a single being. Nary slid down Chris’ body, shoving the robe higher until his heated breath wafted over Chris’ cock.
Chris whimpered as Nary flicked his tongue over the head of Chris’ dick. He arched his back as Nary encased his hardened length in the wet heat of his mouth.
Lasar latched onto one of Chris’ pebbled nipples and sucked while caressing and kneading Chris’ body. Within moments, his nuts tightened, and he was ready to shoot. He yelped as Nary tugged harshly on his sac and lifted his head off Chris’ cock. Lasar stopped torturing his nipples at the same time. Chris groaned in frustration as his erection slapped against his belly and from the loss of both of his mates’ mouths on him.
“No, pet.” Nary appeared in his field of vision again, but his large hand remained firmly in control of Chris’ balls. “I want you to understand what it’s like to be denied.”
Chris frowned. “It doesn’t sound all that great, but you’re my Ahna, so…” Then he remembered what Lasar had done to Nary with the sounds. Oh shit. Not that. His breathing picked up a rapid pace. “But we’re going to go slow, right? Nothing too extreme? Please?”
Lasar cradled his shoulders and brought their mouths together. He kissed him slowly and deeply before passing him over to Nary, who also took his time exploring Chris with his tongue. At last, Chris’ heart had calmed and his breathing had evened out.
“No panic.” Lasar smiled down at him. “You have nothing to fear in our care, boy. What I did with Nary was a result of many, many parcels of time spent together, training his body to accept what I choose to give. Within the soul match connection, I’ll know—as will Nary—when an act is too much for you to handle. Let us guide you to the utmost in decadent pleasure.”
Nary stroked his face with his free hand. “Yes, pet. Being the dominant male is also a new role for me.” He brushed their lips together before speaking again. “We’ll learn together. I must go slow, as well.”
Chris exhaled on a long sigh. “Okay. Thank you. I wasn’t trying to say that either one of you doesn’t know what you’re doing, but, uh…” He swallowed. “Humans, especially this human, are much smaller than you guys.”
Lasar arched his eyebrows. “Ah, I understand. Be assured that I’d already taken that into consideration. I’m also responsible for teaching Nary to master you. But I should have communicated and made that clear. Forgive me, boy.”
“That’s okay.” Chris glanced between them both, smiling so they could see that he wasn’t upset. “I still can’t believe I’ve finally had sex, let alone any of this other stuff.”
Both Lasar and Nary laughed lightly, then went back to nibbling and fondling him. Not helping. He writhed beneath their attentions, whipping his head back and forth as he attempted to kiss skin where he could or touch flesh where he was able to reach. On occasion, his fingers would drift over the hardened patches of skin on their shoulders or at their elbows. He wasn’t able to stretch any lower than that.
Lasar grabbed his balls in a firm grip right as Nary rose from the bed. Even though Chris was still cradled in Lasar’s arms, he immediately missed Nary’s presence.
Nary regarded him with affection. “I only need to retrieve a couple of items from the balancing room then I will return.”
Chris nodded, amazed at the power of their bond even as new as it was. Lasar nuzzled Chris’ neck and he reciprocated, his desire to remain physically close to his mate spurring him on. The mattress dipped as Nary rejoined them. Lasar released his sac and Nary grabbed it again.
Nary gazed down at him. “Raise your hands and hold on to the slats of the wooden board at the top of the bed.”
Chris immediately did as he was told. He’d enjoyed having his wrists tied the night before. The bondage aspects of being with Lasar and Nary didn’t concern him as much as the infliction of erotic pain or having various orifices penetrated with foreign objects. Not because he wasn’t interested in such things, but for the very reasons he’d stated to Lasar. He had zero experience and was tiny compared to the size of his mates.
But I trust them. I know they’ll take care of me no matter what.
Nary directed his words to Lasar. “I need your help, Ahna. I’m not sure how to use this harness for his cock and balls, but I believe it’s the only one that can be adjusted to fit his smaller size.”
Chris huffed. “Really?” He muttered to himself. “It’s not that small. Sheesh.”
They didn’t react to him, but instead remained focused on their task. Lasar took the clear, twisted strips that were attached to each other in a three-part configuration from Nary. “Of course, Nasha. Keep hold of his genitals and I’ll explain it to you.”
They both set about working on his junk, which featured a running commentary between them as Lasar instructed Nary on the proper usage of the increasingly tight contraption that was squeezing the shit out of his sac. His throbbing cock strained as it jutted from the strict confines as well. The bindings that seemed to be similar to a tough vinyl, cut into his flesh in an uncomfortable, yet strangely thrilling way.
Okay. Fine. They know what they’re doing.
Lasar rubbed the sensitive patch of skin behind Chris’ swollen nuts until he reached his entrance. He teased him, placing the barest pressure of one fingertip against his rim. Chris’ lips parted on a sigh, and his eyelids drifted closed as the soul match hum revved up between them again.
“That’s it, pet. Don’t open your eyes. I want you to enjoy every sensation without distraction. I love it when Lasar does this to me.”
A soft cloth covered the upper part of his face and Nary tied it firmly behind his head. Puffs of heated breath wafted over his nipples, then a tongue flicked against the hardened nubs. Almost simultaneously, his wrists were bound to the headboard. Chris became lost in the thrill of being caressed by both of his mates as they used their hands to knead his flesh, sparking the soul match so that it surrounded them all as one. He cried out, the sensation of his skin being nibbled and licked so agonizingly wonderful. Nary had been correct that it was unbelievable to anticipate what the next touch, kiss, or exploration might be or where it would land.
Chris started, his legs kicking out as his hole was slathered with moistener. The night before, Lasar had used a lubricant from a black, decorative jar, the lid adorned with a notched, alien cock. It reminded him what he could expect from the amply-endowed Alasharians.
“Lift your legs for me, boy.”
Chris obeyed Lasar and as he bent his knees, the pull on his sac got tighter. He let out a long moan as a thick finger breached him—he was certain it was Lasar’s—and his sac swelled even more against the confines of the vinyl ties, his cock straining for attention. The slightly spicy scent of arousal that he associated with his mates filled the room. With his cock and balls restrained, his own need took on a more pronounced edge than he was used to.
“I… Sir, Master…please…”
“Yes, pet,” Nary whispered against his ear. “You need relief, don’t you? But not for a while. Lasar and I will pleasure each other, will bring you close, make you beg. Then we’ll deny you your release until we decide you can have it. You’re ours to do with as we please.”
Chris let out another more agonized moan. Being at the mercy of his mates only jacked up his need that much higher. Crazy. I was meant for submitting. He struggled against the ties that trapped his wrists as Lasar lazily finger-fucked him. His gland was never quite pegged, instead, there was the promise of what he ached for, only to have it denied at the last second. Chris struggled to fuck himself on Lasar’s probing digit, but Lasar wouldn’t let him. His Master kept all the control.
Chris sucked in a sharp breath as something soft lightly brushed across his skin, almost tickling him, but not quite. “What…?”
He yanked on his restraints, kicking his legs frantically as he attempted to find an outlet for the puzzling, overwhelming sensation. He determined that it had to either be a feather or something similar. Lasar hadn’t stopped tormenting his hole, so Nary was the likely source of the erotic torture.
“Do you like that, pet? Every one of your nerves exploding to life, your cock so hard and leaking, yet no one will touch it? No one will put you out of your misery?” Nary licked behind his ear then barely skimmed his lips over the shell as he continued to trail the mystery item across his sensitized flesh.
“Join me, Nasha. He needs to be stretched, opened up so that I may fuck him later. I have yet to spill inside our mate.”
Chris whimpered. “This is too much, too much…”
“No, pet. Not nearly enough.” The touch of the item Nary had been teasing with him disappeared. “Yes, Ahna. I will help get him ready for your cock.”
Nary inserted a slickened finger alongside Lasar’s, spreading him wide, the burn the only thing real to him in that moment. His mates thrust into him in tandem then alternated with one finger pressing deep as the other one pulled away almost to the point of exiting before punching back into his ass.
They worked him over hard. His gland was no longer ignored, but instead was stimulated by both his mates. Chris wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Please. Anything. I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just let me come.”
“This.” Lasar banged into his prostate and Chris yelped. “This is what we want. Your body as our toy, our plaything. Our Nasha to please and to deny.”
Lasar blew on the tip of Chris’ dick. Tears fell freely over his cheeks and he wasn’t sure if he’d succeed in staving off a monumental orgasm, no matter how much he tried not to.
“Another finger, Nary. Use more moistener and ease it in slowly.”
Chris clenched. Lasar laid a hand across his abdomen, let it settle there without any movement.
“Breathe, sweet boy. We won’t give you any more than you can take, but we will take you farther than you might believe you can handle. Put your trust in your Ahnas. Give yourself to us.”
Chris exhaled on a long sigh as he let go. His body vibrated from the effort of keeping his climax at bay, sweat joining the tears that still flowed freely. The moment he accepted that Nary and Lasar had him, that he was safe in their keeping, the soul match brought him closer in spirit to his Ahnas.
He continued to breathe deeply, his mates and their love surrounding him as Nary stretched him more open than he would’ve thought possible. His legs remained bent, pulled back as he instinctively made his body as accessible as possible to their exploration. Gradually, his muscles tired, so he draped one leg over Nary’s arm, the other over Lasar’s.
If only I could touch them.
“Not yet, boy. When we allow it. Submit to us.”
He realized that it would take a while. It had become apparent that whatever game he’d hoped to play at the Palm Springs club, he hadn’t understood the true depth of what it meant to give himself to another being.
A fourth finger prodded at his opening and he tensed again.
“Let me in, boy. I have you.”
Chris whimpered at the intense stretch as Lasar pushed it in until he was next to his other finger and Nary’s two. They both softened his rim, widening him then finger-fucking him deeper.
“Nasha, use the smaller cone-shaped plug. That should get him fully ready for me later.”
Oh God.
It kept getting better and better.
Nary added additional slick to Chris’ entrance, and both his mates slowly removed their fingers. Almost simultaneously, one of them pressed a resistant object against his hole.
This is the smaller one? He shivered at the thought of what else they might want to stuff inside his body. As the plug was slowly worked into his passage, Chris tried not to tense. Lasar gently rubbed his abdomen, the back of his hand occasionally brushing against Chris’ overly sensitive tip.
“Breathe through it, boy. Accept it.”
The final, largest section stretched him to what he was sure was his limit before sliding all the way in. His rim snapped shut around it, with something he assumed was akin to a handle preventing the object from becoming irretrievable.
Both his mates went back to caressing him as he clenched and released around the plug, Lasar kissing his neck while Nary played with his nipples. Lasar took his mouth right as Nary rose from the bed again. Chris melted into the kiss, so lost in the closeness he was sharing with Lasar that Nary’s return startled him.
He cried out at the extreme coldness on his nipple, the sound muffled by Lasar’s lips still moving over his own. Chris yanked harshly at his restraints as Nary gave his other nip that same treatment. Nary repeated the action two more times on each one, then exhaled his hot breath on the cold bits of flesh. Chris thrashed with his legs, yelling as Lasar ended the kiss.
“Now his haro, Nasha.”
Chris let out a desperate gasp. “No way! Are you crazy?” He shrieked right as the ice touched his cockhead. “Oh my God, this is insane.”
Nary circled the melting piece around his tip, the tight binds of the harness confining his dick and sac, keeping him hard. Drops of water trailed down his shaft as the ice melted against his heated flesh, his breathing picking up a quicker pace while he struggled to get away from the frozen torture. Lasar held down his legs right as Nary ceased tormenting him.
Why is he stopping me from kicking after the fact?
“Holy shit!”
Nary’s fiery mouth encased his cock, sucking and pulling on the stiff length. Chris squeezed out tears that had filled his eyes from the severe contrast of iciness on his skin that had instantly switched to a searing heat.
“Yes, Nasha. Suck him good. Make him beg for release.”
Chris lost control, the hum that connected them all swallowing him up as strongly as Nary did. The more he wiggled, the more the plug nudged his gland to the point where he doubted he could hold back, harness or not. His nuts tightened, but right as the spark of climax ignited at the base of his spine, Nary let Chris’ erection fall from his lips. Chris no longer had the strength to verbally protest the loss, the exhaustion of hanging on to his orgasm too overwhelming.
Lasar groaned. “You’re both so beautiful together.” Lasar tugged on the ties binding his wrists to the headboard. “I need your ass now, Nasha. You can finish him while I take it.”
Been waiting for that show. He’d be pissed if they didn’t take off the blindfold.
As if he’d picked up on Chris’ thoughts, Nary removed the fabric covering his eyes. He squinted against the sudden light, even though it was lower than normal. Nary kissed him while Lasar massaged his shoulders and wrists.
“Boy, help me prepare Nary’s ass to receive my cock.”
Chris couldn’t imagine how he could be that much of a help. He had no idea what he was doing—other than what he’d watched in the few porn flicks he’d seen—but he was more than willing to try.
“Where do you want me, Master?”
Lasar gave him a lopsided grin. “So obedient.” Lasar pointed to the other side of the mattress. “I want you there after you retrieve the moistener from the side table.” Lasar glanced down at Chris’ imprisoned junk then back up again. “And I would be careful once you do take your seat.” Lasar regarded Nary. “Nasha, on your hands and knees facing the end of the bed.”
Chris did as he was told, his focus on his cock and balls but forgetting about the plug until he was abruptly reminded as he sat down. He didn’t care for the smirk on Lasar’s face, however, he decided it was in his best interest not to make a remark.
“Very good.” Lasar’s voice had become huskier. “My Nashas both so eager to do my will. I’m honored.” Lasar indicated toward the black jar containing the lubrication. “Thank you, boy. Before I begin, would you like to taste Nary’s ass?”
Chris gave Lasar a jerky nod. He wanted to make Nary feel as good as Lasar had made Chris feel the night before. He rose onto his knees while Lasar pulled Nary’s cheeks apart, then dragged his tongue up Nary’s crease. He remembered how Lasar had teased his hole, so he did the same to Nary, flicking his tongue quickly. The spicy, sweet aroma of Alasharian arousal filled the room and Nary moaned, his hips gently thrusting as Chris ate him more enthusiastically.
I did that. I gave him pleasure.
Awareness of his own sensual power filled him as the distinct vibration of Nary’s frequency within the match surged.
Lasar pulled Chris off Nary by his hair. The sting gave Chris a sharp thrill.
“Now watch. I’ll have you add your fingers once I’m in.” Lasar scooped up a generous amount of slick before smearing it over Nary’s entrance, then pushed the tip of one finger past his rim to work some inside. Lasar sank the digit in as far as he could. “Now, you join me. Chris, do exactly as I did.”
Chris followed Lasar’s orders, but right as he was about to penetrate Nary, he paused. He chewed on his lower lip. It’s not like my small finger can hurt him, right? I mean, he’s hardly new at this the way I am.
“Boy, breach him now. Slide your finger in next to mine.”
Chris glanced up at Lasar, his worry obviously showing.
“You won’t cause him any pain, Chris.” Lasar smirked again. “Although I doubt he’d have a problem with that.”
Chris wrinkled his nose. He was definitely not Dom material. Nothing about hurting Nary, or Nary enjoying it, did anything for him. But I like it. He frowned. At least I think I do. Hair pulling and porn watching was one thing. It remained to be seen how he felt about pain when things got real.
Once he’d slickened up again, just to be sure, he urged his finger inside Nary. It slid alongside Lasar’s and he marveled at how Nary’s tight rim stretched around them, how it gripped his and Lasar’s fingers together.
“Now, we each add another one.”
Chris nodded, excited and fascinated by what they were doing to Nary. He realized that the act itself wasn’t that unusual. It was that he was doing it for the first time.
“Fuck him, Chris. Push in and out at the same time as I do.”
Soon they were in rhythm, Nary responding with low moans the deeper they went. Lasar twisted his wrist and Chris tried to mimic him. Nary rolled his hips, clenching around their fingers as if trying to keep them trapped inside his body. Chris’ cock throbbed, the sight of Nary’s hole being spread wide, his and Lasar’s glistening fingers driving in and out of Nary’s ass the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Better than any Internet porn.
“That’s enough, he’s ready for me.” Lasar glanced at Chris as he removed his fingers from Nary’s passage. “And I imagine you’re also ready for some relief.”
Chris had no idea whether he should respond or not. He didn’t want to jinx Lasar’s decision.
Lasar raised his eyebrows. “If you’re not, you can wear the harness for the rest of the day.”
Chris almost choked. “No, Master. I mean, yes.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m ready for relief.” He added a wide smile for effect.
Lasar barked out a laugh. “Yes, I’m quite sure you are.” He leaned down then swiped his tongue through Chris’ mouth before straightening again. “And I am, too.” Lasar smacked Nary’s ass. “Scoot back to give Chris room to lie on the end of the mattress.” Nary followed Lasar’s instructions as Lasar gestured to Chris. “On your back but prop yourself up on your elbows. That way you can watch me fuck Nary while he sucks your cock.”
I’m not gonna last.
“Yes you are, boy. Consider this the beginning of your training.”
“Okay, Master.” Chris hurried to do Lasar’s bidding, hoping he hadn’t just ruined his chances of coming that night.
Once he was in position, his knees bent and heels planted on either side of Nary’s arms, Lasar moved behind Nary. The moment he plunged into Nary’s ass, Nary grunted and jerked forward, his eyes rolling back. Lasar grabbed Nary’s hips and set up a vigorous pace of pounding him until a fine sheen of sweat covered them both. Chris clutched at the sheets, curling his fingers in the fabric at the stunning sight of his two mates fucking.
His cock pulsed within the confines of the harness and he ached for completion. A small string of pre-cum dropped from his slit, the head of his dick a deep scarlet from his desperate need.
Lasar plunged hard into Nary then paused, his breathing frantic. He gasped out his orders. “Swallow him, Nary, suck him good for me. When I tell you, release his ties.” Lasar locked his gaze on Chris. “Don’t come until he releases them.”
Chris tried to answer, but only whimpered instead. One corner of Lasar’s mouth twitched. “That’s my good boy.”
Lasar pressed down on Nary’s neck, and Nary clamped his lips around Chris’ heated length. Chris jerked his hips in response, slamming his head back on the bed. Nary rasped his tongue around the end of his dick, then pulled on it, the suction of Nary’s mouth an exquisite agony he couldn’t fulfill, yet couldn’t escape either.
Soon Lasar’s harsh thrusts shoved Nary onto his cock until Chris was being swallowed repeatedly. He wanted to fuck, needed it, but remained still, allowed Nary to have the control. Lasar rammed Nary harder as he leaned farther over him. He reached around with one hand and grabbed Nary’s dick.
“Nasha, remove the harness.” Lasar regarded him. “Fuck his mouth, boy. Take what you want.”
Chris rode the waves of pleasure that flowed between them, the soul match hum embracing them as they climbed higher and higher, connected as one being.
“Now!”
Nary swallowed around his cock again right as Lasar froze and roared out his release. Chris grabbed bunches of Nary’s hair and shot down his throat, the pulses of cum almost violent as he finally got the climax he’d been so anxious for. Chris slumped onto the bed, completely spent from their lovemaking.
He lay there in a dreamy haze, only vaguely aware as his body was manipulated and moved. Chris melted into the embrace of Lasar and Nary, both of them Master, or Ahna to his Nasha. It had been a trying morning, but his body was sated and his spirit rejuvenated from the physical bonding with his mates.
His mind drifted to the words the Healer had spoken. He tried to focus, tried to remember all that he’d been told—what little of it there had been. He fought the satisfied exhaustion pulling him under, but he had neither the energy to revel in the beautiful joining he’d just shared Lasar and Nary, or to ponder the fate of the humans and Alasharians.
He gasped, almost startled awake by a vivid picture in his head. He attempted to open his eyes, but sleep claimed him instead.
Mom…
Hiding from Two #3
Morgan lounged in a cushy chair located in his newly adopted bedroom at Chris and his mates’ luxury hotel suite. He’d dragged it to the window so he could gaze at the city that had once been Palm Springs. The panorama was almost as good as television. From the twentieth floor, he had an excellent view of the busy comings and goings of the aliens who had taken over Earth.
The Alasharians.
He hadn’t sneered to himself that time. If he was being completely honest, he would have to admit that the twinge in his gut, the pull, had been because of the kindness and bravery that Chris’ alien mates had shown him. If it hadn’t been for Nary, one of Chris’ soul matches, he would’ve been killed when the rogue humans had bombed the pleasure party.
Morgan shuddered. Pleasure? It had been a horrific, violent gathering that had managed to reveal some surprising things to him about the aliens who had taken over Earth a month and a half before. The beings were simultaneously more evil—and more wonderful—than he could’ve imagined. Of course, it depended on which of their factions he was referring to at the time. Nary and Lasar, Chris’ mates, were wonderful. The Alasharian leader, the Nall—along with several party-goers—had shown themselves to be the epitome of evil.
So, now what?
It had become obvious after the bombing at the party by the unknown group of humans, that their actions had set events in motion that would likely be far worse for their own race than they’d anticipated. What if the Nall determined that keeping any human alive, sex slave or not, wasn’t worth the risk?
Hallosh won’t let anyone hurt me.
Morgan jerked up in his chair, the unexpected errant thought shocking him even as it came to mind. His heart thundered, his breathing accelerated at the memory of Hallosh’s touch. The alien’s tentative hold had nevertheless been strong and comforting. When Hallosh had lifted him out of the rubble, he’d instinctively snuggled closer before catching himself. The sudden tension in Hallosh’s body had alerted him to his bizarre reaction to the hunky alien.
Was it bizarre?
Morgan curled in on himself, pulling the shawl he’d been wrapped in the night before more tightly around him. He’d told Chris over and over how perplexed he was by his cousin’s strong attraction to the Alasharian males and he’d meant it. Morgan had been terrified of the species from the moment they’d invaded Earth. That terror had turned to revulsion once he’d been captured and learned they would be taken by the aliens as sex slaves. His initial anger toward Chris when he’d discovered that he’d fallen for his captors had now been replaced by a measure of understanding given their obvious love for, and devotion to, his cousin.
So maybe I understand even more of it?
He swallowed, his throat much too dry. He could never… Could I? He frowned, irritated with himself for even considering such a ridiculous thing. And anyway, Hallosh had behaved as if he didn’t want anything to do with him the rest of the night. Other than his inexplicable insistence that Chris make sure Morgan’s few scratches had been cleaned and bandaged, he’d made certain to stay away from Morgan after they’d all returned to the hotel.
Morgan sighed, wiggling in the chair, annoyed at the sensation of a low hum of electricity skittering just beneath his skin.
What the hell is wrong with me? He wanted to escape the confines of the small bedroom he’d stayed in for the past two days, but he didn’t want to bother Chris or Nary. Nary was in bed in the main area of the suite recovering from his injuries and Chris was busy taking care of him. Other than a quick foray to the kitchen to grab some juice and some sort of Alasharian breakfast roll that Chris had told him was safe to eat, he’d stayed out of the way.
I wish I had my books with me. Or my notebook. Everything Chris and his mates had given him to alleviate the unrelenting boredom of his circumstances had been left behind in the suite that had become his makeshift prison. Once they’d hastily returned to the hotel, they’d had more pressing concerns. After it had been decided that Morgan should stay with them until Rama arrived—the alien who would take charge of him—there had been no mention of retrieving the few items he owned that Nary had been responsible for bringing to him.
Tears burned in his eyes. Nary had been so kind to him from the beginning but Morgan had been too filled with hate to realize it. Then Nary had almost lost his life because of the way Morgan had run away at the party. He sniffed. I’ll never treat Chris’ mates badly again. He’d even promised himself to remain open to the possibility that Rama, since Lasar was friends with him, might be a good being. He wouldn’t judge all the Alasharians as evil just because some of them were.
A light knock sounded, then the door opened. He angled his body around to see Chris peeking into the room.
“Hey. You doing okay in here?”
Morgan drew his eyebrows together. “I’m fine.” He didn’t want Chris worrying over him when his mate needed his attention. “How about Nary? Is he feeling better?” He swallowed after he’d said it, a flush of heat blooming under his skin.
“Knock it off, dude.” Chris frowned as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Your guilt isn’t welcome here.”
Morgan sighed then returned to gazing out the window. Chris dragged the matching chair over until he’d placed it next to Morgan’s. Chris plopped down on it.
“Morgan?”
He turned to Chris who regarded him intently. Something about his cousin was different. At first, he’d thought it had something to do with Chris’ raging hormones since he’d finally had his cherry popped by his alien matches. But it wasn’t that. Sometimes, a thought would form in Morgan’s mind as to what it might be, but then he would try to articulate it and it would be gone. It’s driving me nuts.
“Give me a while, okay, Chris? It’s not just the other night, although that was pretty epic what Nary did. It’s all the other times too.” Morgan lowered his head. He couldn’t maintain his gaze with Chris. “All the horrible things I said to you about your mates.” He winced. “And what I know Nary heard me say.”
Chris let out an aggravated sigh. “Okay, you’re right. You were a total asshole.”
“Hey!” Morgan whipped around to glare at Chris. “You don’t have to be mean about it.”
Chris laughed. “Oh, my God. Your face. Look, I needed to get your attention. But can we move past all of that now? You’ve apologized and you had every right to question things. If it hadn’t been happening to me, I never would’ve believed it.”
Morgan nodded. “You’re right. I’ll shut up about it now and just show you guys by how I act that I don’t feel that way anymore.”
Chris squeezed his arm quickly, then drew it back. Morgan frowned again at Chris’ touch.
“What about you, Chris? Your hand felt really hot. Are you coming down with something?”
Chris’ eyes widened and he seemed to go even paler than normal. “I’m not sick. I’m…” He chewed at his lip. “I came in here to bring you up to speed on a couple things.”
Morgan picked again at the fringe decorating the shawl that was wrapped around him. He wondered about the Alasharian it had belonged to. Had they survived the blast? Had they been one of the spectators egging on the rapes of the humans or had they been ones who’d been aghast at the horrific display?
Morgan forced his thoughts away from the upsetting events of the night before last as he waited for Chris to seemingly gather his own thoughts. It was fine. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be brought up to speed. He worried the shawl some more, wishing he had one of the small robes that Lasar and Nary had gotten for Chris to wear. Even though he’d been forced into continuous nudity in front of the aliens since being captured, it seemed weirder in front of Chris’ mates. He shuddered. Despite knowing there wasn’t anything else that could’ve been done, and even though Chris had been there, it had still been an awful moment when Nary had attached the cock ring to his dick.
And touched me.
He’d been fantasizing about being touched, being fondled and stroked by someone else for quite a while. However, being forced, and being touched by an alien, had robbed that fantasy from him.
Chris shook his head and sighed. “Sorry. I seem to drift off a lot lately.” He inhaled a deep breath then locked his eyes on Morgan. “Lasar has been gone all day with his troops, hunting for the renegade humans who are responsible for the bombing, and we have no idea when he’ll be back or what might come of it. At the very least, it’s even less safe for humans than it was before.” Chris grunted. “If you can even imagine that. Anyway, Rahna Rama, Lasar’s friend, well, he’s been called back here to help from the territory he was assigned as a commanding warrior, or a…” Chris furrowed his brow. “Or whatever his position of leadership is.”
Morgan’s stomach clenched and he chewed his bottom lip. “Oh. I see.”
Morgan had been told that Rama didn’t want him as a sex slave, that Rama was only taking Morgan on as a favor, but he couldn’t deny how much having to go live with the alien scared him. Rama might be a good being, might be as caring and decent as Lasar and Nary were, but Morgan had no idea what to expect. What would his future be like living with the alien? Would he become Rama’s servant? Would they have any type of relationship at all, or would he simply be ignored? Morgan wasn’t certain which scenario he preferred.
“Come on, dude. You knew it was inevitable.”
Chris’ words held a sympathetic tone, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
“I know. I guess I thought I’d have a chance to get more adjusted to the idea, that’s all. You know, a warning when he was on his way.”
Chris snorted. “Consider this your warning.”
Morgan smirked at his cousin. Yeah, he’d been acting a little off recently, but he was still the same smart-ass he’d always been. Morgan squirmed in his chair.
“Do you have any idea how I should behave with him? I mean, do I call him ‘Sir’ or one of those other titles you give your mates?”
Chris shrugged. “I’d steer away from ‘hey you’, but other than that, I don’t think you need to call him anything in particular. Maybe Rahna Rama. Keep it basic.”
Morgan frowned at him. “Chris, seriously. Some compassion here?”
Chris raked his fingers through his long blond hair. “Yeah, okay. Sorry. I’m kind of flipped out about Nary being hurt and Lasar on this mysterious, potentially human-annihilating quest. Then there was the dream…” Chris pressed his lips together, his face flushing.
“Wait, what? What dream?” Morgan stomach dropped.
“Uh…” Chris gave a nervous chuckle.
Morgan regarded him with concern. His cousin had talked about a lot of weird stuff ever since he’d been captured, such as instinctively knowing that he was supposed to be mated to Lasar and Nary and being able to sense their feelings as if they were all linked telepathically somehow. What must that be like?
“Chris? You can’t leave me hanging like that. You’re freaking me out.”
“Look, it’s…” Chris sighed. “It’s hard to explain. I don’t even understand what’s going on, okay?” Chris scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can tell you this much. It has to do with that Supreme Soul Healer I told you about.”
Morgan’s eyes widened as he tensed. “Uh-oh. Was it a horrible vision? Are we all going to be killed by the Nall?” He’d had to work hard to keep the hysteria out of his voice.
“Hey.” Chris reached over and grabbed Morgan’s hand, clutching it. “Nothing is for certain. That’s at least one thing I’ve managed to figure out in all of this. Yes, there’s a destiny aspect to everything that’s been happening, but it’s as if…” Chris frowned. “As if the choices I make could drastically skew the outcome one way or the other.”
Morgan arched his eyebrows. Chris flushed and let go of his hand.
“Uh…wow.” Chris winced. “That didn’t quite come out the way I thought it would.” He snorted. “I swear I’m not that full of myself.”
Morgan grunted. “Only mildly full of yourself, Oh Great One?”
Chris’ blush deepened. “Cut it out. It’s that Healer guy. He keeps saying all this stuff to me that doesn’t make sense. Then last night, I’m having the weirdest dream…or vision, or out of body experience—I couldn’t tell—and he’s giving me dire warnings and hinting around that I’m like, one and the same with him.” Chris let out a low growl. “It’s flipping me the fuck out.”
He’s lost it. “Okay…” Morgan cleared his throat. “Maybe you’re not getting enough rest. You know, because you’ve been taking care of Nary, and all the stress from our new circumstances, the situation with your mom and sisters—”
“They’re under Hallosh’s protection.”
Morgan gave a slight shake of his head. “Yeah. I know. You told me, remember?”
“There are many who will be on the side of the humans, who will defend them. We all need to unite. You must allow yourself to become a part of the destiny.”
“Uh…” Something with Chris wasn’t right and it filled Morgan with a sense of dread. It wasn’t only his words. The flat tone Chris had used as he’d spoken, the way he’d stared through him rather than at him with glazed-over eyes terrified Morgan. He swallowed hard.
“Chris, stop it. You’re scaring me.”
Chris blinked, but remained still. It didn’t appear as if he’d heard Morgan speak.
“Chris!” Morgan shook him by his shoulders.
His cousin shuddered, his eyes fluttering before they focused back on Morgan. “Huh?”
“What happened just then?” Morgan couldn’t keep the trembling from his voice.
Chris drew his eyebrows together. “Happened?”
Oh God. “You were lost in your head or something. It was like you weren’t even seeing me, but you told me stuff about Hallosh, aliens uniting with us and something about allowing myself to be a part of the destiny.”
Chris’ eyes rounded. “Holy shit.” He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “I fucking knew what happened last night was going to mess with me. What I can’t figure out is if he’s doing it on purpose, or if it’s part of the destiny thing and he’s just as caught up in it as I am.”
“What the actual fuck are you talking about? Who’s doing what on purpose?” Morgan let out a sound akin to a whimper. I wish Hallosh was here. Morgan gasped. No I don’t. He jumped from the chair, his nerves so jacked up he didn’t know what to do other than to pace back and forth on the plush carpet like a restless, caged animal.
“Hey, Morgan. Stop.” Chris grabbed his arm, abruptly halting him. He hadn’t even noticed him rising from the chair.
“I can’t handle this, Chris. I’m not strong like you, remember? I keep telling you that.”
Chris let out an aggravated sigh. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself credit, dude. And I believe you’ll play an important part in whatever the events are that are headed our way, so you can’t come unglued.”
“You mean, if I allow myself to be a part of the destiny?” He’d said it with no small measure of irony.
Chris shrugged as he released Morgan’s arm. “Apparently. But that was probably my intuition speaking just then. I swear I don’t remember saying all that other stuff. How do you suppose that feels?” Chris wrapped his arms around himself. “Not gonna lie. It’s pretty creepy.”
A wave of shame filled him. Yeah, he was scared. But if he was going through what Chris was, he’d probably fall apart.
“I’m sorry, Chris, you’re right. I’ll be better, I promise. I should be here for you to turn to, not just begging you for reassurance all the time.” Morgan stepped forward then gave him a one-armed hug. “I’m here for you and I’ll do my best to help, even if it’s only for you to have someone to tell things to.”
Chris hugged him back before letting his arm fall to his side. He smirked at Morgan. “Even if I don’t remember saying them?”
Morgan fought back tears. I need to knock it off. Accept that this is all happening and figure out how to move forward. Be there for Chris the way he’s been for me.
“Even if.”
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers - but they're all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms and The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey's story from Rockin' the Alternative.
EMAIL: MorticiaKnight@gmail.com
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