Luna supposed any species compared to them would be frail in comparison. He inhaled deeply, and when he opened his eyes, ones that looked like the setting sun, she saw a flicker of pride on his face.
“She is a good match and will bare strong, healthy warriors for the royal family.”
Heat crept up her neck, and Erak tightened his hold on her hand tight enough that she glanced up at him. There was an apology on his face, no doubt from his father’s comment.
Of course, she said nothing to the king about how she was a human and not born to produce babies for adding numbers to their ranks.
She didn’t know if the brothers felt the same way their father did, but if they wanted this to work —whatever they were doing—then it would need to be a mutual relationship of understanding and talking things out.
The king clapped his hands together, and his booming voice rang out through the room. “We shall have a feast tonight in celebration of my sons finding their mate.” He shook his head, and a smile formed on his lips when he looked down at her
He nodded to his sons and bowed to her, and then he left them alone.
“For a moment there, I thought she might comment on the whole producing heirs comment.” Raimi didn’t stop himself from laughing which, in turn, had Genet doing the same.
“A feisty, little mate we have.” Raimi turned her so he could wrap his arms around her waist and bring her body flush with his. “But ours nonetheless.” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she shivered. “It turns me the fuck on, though.”
He took her mouth in a brutal kiss, and she knew what she would be doing until that feast tonight. With all three brothers surrounding her, their erections hard rods pressed against her body, and their mouths on her exposed skin, she wanted them.
But it seemed the voice of reason, named Erak, burst that bubble.
“As much as I want to fuck you, Fallina, I think we should let you rest.” He said this although he continued to lick a path up and down the nape of her neck. “Besides, for as insatiable as we have been, I don’t want to break our fragile, little, human mate.”
There was amusement in his voice, and then he had her out of Raimi’s grasp, turned around, and in his.
“Besides, what fun would that be if she broke?” He was full out grinning now.
“No fun at all.” He slid his hand into her hair, tugged harshly on the strands so her neck was arched and bared to him, and started kissing her.
Genet took possession of her mouth, and Raimi gripped her ass, massaging the mounds.
“If you don’t plan on taking care of what we are starting, I’d suggest you back up.” The three of them laughed at her but, at least, did what she said.
Now, all she had to do was keep her hands off of them until later tonight. But she had a feeling that would be easier said than done.
ChapterTwenty-Three
LUNA
Hours had passed since the celebratory feast had begun.
And after dancing, laughing, and talking with the mated females and how happy they were with their lives, Luna felt herself settle for the first time in her life.
Who in their right mind would want to leave a place like this where people did not hurt one another for pleasure and where they actually enjoyed the company of just talking?
True, the warriors were intense in everything they did, but when they looked upon their females, all she saw was a deep-rooted affection that spoke more than any words ever could. Erak had taken Luna outside to the gardens that surrounded the back portion of the palace.
Flowers of all shapes, sizes, and colors covered every square inch of the oasis. The triple Alges moons high above glowed an iridescent blue, casting a shimmery glow along the flora. She was overwhelmed by it all—by the sights, smells, and people that inhabited Aktulla.
Even the sounds of the creatures that inhabited the surrounding forests led the way to a symphony that was the night. The king preferred to live in a more simple way, without the use of advanced technology, and instead submersed himself in ancient artifacts like bound books.
But she realized she much preferred to live this way. Kat’aki had been primitive in many of the same ways, but it wasn’t as gloriously freeing as being with Aktullas. There was freedom with them.
The violence and filth didn’t surround her, didn’t consume every part of her life. Not anymore, at least.
She turned back around toward the party and watched through the open balcony doors as warriors that looked like they could snap someone’s neck clean off, took hold of their mates and brought them close to their bodies in a protective embrace.
They loved those females like nothing else on the planet mattered, and they looked at them in the same way the three brothers looked at her. Did it always happen this quickly when they found their mates?