Nieve pressed her finger to her lips. “Walls might not have ears, but best not say any more.” She stepped back. “It was nice meeting you, Shayla. Stop by again, when you can.”
The abrupt ending to the conversation told Shayla only one thing—Nieve might have stayed on, but it wasn’t due to any pressure from Earth. She’d done it for the love of a man.
Was such a thing possible for Shayla? Could she stay on Odesta with her nestors?
Chapter Eighteen
They moved as one. Two men and one woman locked together. This Hunger was like no other. Something had evolved between them and it went beyond the simple need to fulfill their destiny.
When they fucked in the past, Jago had always used energy to find release, while Kriss sought power. With Shayla, the need had changed. Now, Jago wanted touch, the soothing caresses of her lips on his body, and the kneading massage of fingers on his back and shoulders. The sensual experiences had overridden the demanding vigor of relentless fucking. Every movement of his body was now about the sensory pleasures.
He drew her tight to his chest and deeper onto his cock. Using her legs, she embraced him, allowing him to move, yet at the same time, she’d managed to keep him captive. As for Kriss, he’d tempered his strength. He remained content to plunder from behind, never too vigorously—he’d learned to savor her. They both had. Shayla moaned. Jago spotted the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm: her lower lip trembled.
“Please, please,” she murmured.
A cry of permission. He indulged her, as he always did, by whispering a ‘yes’ in her ear.
She clamped hard on his cock, and he experienced each rippling pulse traveling along his shaft. One of his hands was clutching her hair, and it formed a fist, holding her head up and away from his chest so he observed her face. He loved the open expression, which embodied the combination of pleasure and a little pain.
Kriss’s thrusting paused, as he too felt her contractions.
Jago gritted his teeth; he was close, too close to the edge. If she continued to ride him this hard, and with Kriss plugging her, he would explode and empty inside her. The vessel was waiting to be filled, but he couldn’t bring himself to end things, not when the pleasure was so intense.
Another few minutes...
“Argh.” Jago shuddered, using all of his self-control to halt the orgasm. However, her clenching pussy had trapped him.
He tried to ease her off him, but with Kriss pumping merrily away behind her, he’d no means to leverage himself from out of her. Instead, he arched his back and signaled his frustration with a jerk of her hair. Slowing the pace of her bucking hips, she smiled—the wicked creature. She knew he was near, and she was intent on teasing him, he was sure of it.
Abruptly, Kriss cried out. Jago opened his eyes and looked over Shayla’s head to see his nestor grimacing.
“Fuck,” he roared. “It’s gone.”
At first Jago thought he meant the apex, but then when he saw Kriss’s eyes glaze over, the energy sap from his body, he understood. He’d seeded Shayla and not the vessel. He’d spilt too soon.
“What’s wrong?” Shayla asked, trying to twist around. She lifted her weight off Jago, releasing him from her divine snare.
Kriss stormed into the bathroom. Shayla started to rise, as if to follow him.
“No, stay here.” Jago went after Kriss.
His nestor was beating the wall with his fist. “I failed her.”
“Who? The queen?” Jago reached out and touched Kriss’s shoulder.
Kriss jerked. “She made me do it.” He turned, showing Jago the glowing embers of his heart. The illumination of the beating organ was fading, as was the intricate purple pattern on his waning cock. The heat was gone from him. There was no getting it back.
“Made you?” Jago pushed Kriss against the wall. “Explain.”
“She... she wanted me, I felt it...” Kriss’s eyes feverishly darted about the room.
There was no way Jago was letting Kriss back near Shayla in a state of anger. “How? She came, yes, but she’s done that many times before while you fuck her.”
“It’s different now, though, isn’t it.” Kriss knocked the back of his head against the wall.
Jago sighed; he understood. “She’s not doing it on purpose.”
“I came in here because I felt determined to punish her, spank her—”