Amy Redwood - Alien Best Man

He hadn’t come inside me, and I had the sudden fear that I hadn’t pleased him enough. From the corner of my eyes I saw Qay watching me, and shame hit me, shame that I wanted Zyn in the first place. I was in love with Qay. It wasn’t okay to crave Zyn as well, was it?

“I know what you need, know what you fear too,” Zyn said quietly. He reached down, brushed his hand against my cheek, removed the leash from the choker. “I’ll push you to the edge, but I’ll never let you fall. Do you understand?” I lowered my gaze. “Yes.”

I couldn’t see his smile, but I heard it in his voice. “That will do—for tonight.” Rising to my feet, I wrapped my arms around myself as I met Qay’s gaze, knowing I had stripped more than just my clothes in front of both men. Zyn had always known my wish to submit at least sexually to him. But now, meeting Qay’s gaze as he walked toward me, blood rushed into my face.

“You stayed,” I said, entirely unnecessarily.

“I’d never leave you.” Qay closed his arms around me and I leaned my head against his chest. “You don’t have to decide between us, only embrace that we are meant to be together.” He kissed me slowly and lovingly, and I rubbed my hips against him, against his hard cock, slicking him with my juices. Zyn had brought me close, but he hadn’t made me come. Qay wouldn’t do that.

I wrapped my arms around Qay’s shoulders, my leg around one of his until he swept me into his arms and carried me to bed. I climbed on top of him, his cock hot and hard between my legs. I leaned forward, took him into my mouth to taste him. Working my tongue up and down his shaft, hearing his hoarse groans, I realized I had no control left. My body demanded release. I straddled Qay, taking his cock, inch by inch, into my eager cunt.

I paused, enjoying the feeling of having Qay inside me, then I sought Zyn’s gaze.

He stood beside the bed, watching me. I followed his lazy movements as he ran his hand up and down his cock. It didn’t escape me how similar this was to the scene I had seen in the book.

“Come to us,” I whispered, reaching out to him, and took his hand to pull him close. “After all, it’s tradition.”

Zyn smiled, his dark eyes lighting up, and he moved behind me on the bed, between Qay’s legs. Kneeling there, he closed his hands around my hips. He guided me up and down, controlling my movements, then reached between my legs. I looked, closed my eyes with a strangled moan. I moved my hips faster, holding on to the image of Zyn’s hand between my legs as he touched me and Qay’s cock at the same time.

Qay began to knead my breasts, gently, teasingly, sending hot sparks from his fingertips all over my skin. My nipples hardened under his skilled fingers. I fell against Zyn’s chest to enjoy, who bit into my shoulder, sending a firework of lust straight between my legs.

Qay trailed his fingers across my cheek, across my mouth. “Kiss me, Jana,” he said, and I leaned forward, seeking his mouth, my hands splayed over his hard chest.

I lost myself in the hands of both men, their fingers, their mouths. Lost myself in touching Qay, tracing every curve of his body, lost myself in the rough touches Zyn gave me until touching and being touched blurred to one feeling. Hands roamed my body, leaving nothing left to explore.

A hard slap landed on my ass, taking away my breath, and Qay wrapped his arms around me, pulled me down against his chest until I rested with my nose nestled at the side of his neck, inhaling his scent. Zyn used some kind of cool lube, fingering my ass. I gasped as the thick head of a cock replaced his fingers. I clenched around Qay’s cock while Zyn pushed slowly into me.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet ass,” Zyn said, and his cock inched deeper, stretching me wide, making my thoughts spiral away. It didn’t hurt, but it was so intense I closed my eyes, digging my fingers into Qay’s chest, who wrapped his hands around my face, kissing me.

“Push back,” Zyn ordered, his voice rough, and I did what he told me. My breath faltered then I moved, adjusting to the tighter sensation, knowing that both men could feel each other.

Zyn’s hands came around my hips, rocking me against him. The friction, the sensation of having two cocks buried deep inside of me turned me mindless with desire. I groaned, pleasure rippling through me as Zyn thrust into my ass while Qay’s cock inside my cunt rubbed against my clit.

I felt Qay’s heart beating against my flat palm, making me seek his gaze. I moved against him, working the two cocks sliding in and out of me, moaning at the bliss of being filled so completely. It was a careful dance, three bodies, moving in sync, back and forth, each thrust and pull wringing a sound from me until Qay pulled my hips against his groin, shouting out his release as his cock pulsed inside my cunt.

Zyn reached for me with his mind, his heat wrapping around my senses. I screamed as heat blazed through my every nerve, white stars erupting behind my closed eyelids. I climaxed, my release erupting from my core, and I clung to the shivers and spasms convulsing through my body, feeling Zyn coming inside of me, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed.

I opened one eye, sliding off Qay, who was sleeping soundly. I must have fallen asleep on top of him—but it was still night. Zyn was nowhere in sight, so I slipped out of the bed, moving quietly.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I murmured, searching for my dress, the choker around my neck suddenly too tight. I took it off, left it on the bed. When I found my dress, I slipped it on, turned toward the door. And stopped short.

The cat was sprawled in front of it, tail moving lazily up and down.

I silently cursed Zyn.

I searched for a different exit, found a second door. Keeping my gaze on the cat, I tiptoed toward the door that would lead me away from the two males I just had sex with.

I needed time to think, and I couldn’t with them close.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Zyn’s voice came from behind me, entirely too loud and surely waking Qay.

I rotated on my heel, struck speechless as I gazed into Zyn’s stormy eyes.

“Come to bed,” Qay said, sounding sleepy but looking at me.

Any moment now Qay would say something sensible and make everything seem normal. But I’d spent the night with two men, and one of them had lured me onto his planet with the promise of marriage. I should have read the fine print.

My gaze traveled back and forth between the two males, both similar-looking with their copper-colored skin, their sharp features, their strong, muscled bodies. But they couldn’t be more different. Still, both felt so right .

Zyn moved toward me, and I held my hand up, which did not stop him in his tracks, so I backed away. “I can’t deal with this right now,” I said, addressing Qay.

“We will see you in the morning then. Or,” Qay said wearily, “or you can decide not to attend the ceremony.”

I let out a long sigh. “What happens at the ceremony?”

“We will propose,” Zyn said quietly. “Qay’s pledge will be different from mine because he is your husband, but we will both ask you to choose us.” His dark eyes swept over my body in an all-encompassing gaze, as if he was prepared to pounce if I started running. “And we will do so in front of my people. And you will accept us .” Qay let out a series of harsh words from which I understood only a few, but I gathered that Qay wasn’t happy with Zyn at all.

I grinned. “So, the ceremony is the actual wedding? A big deal, right? And I can decide if I want to accept both of you? Because I can’t have one without the other.” It wasn’t a question. They’d both spoon-fed me the truth, but it was still up to me if I wanted to embrace it. “Or I can return to Earth, right?”