Life on planet Alpha should be an idyll for Sukh, but his soul is tormented knowing his family's standing on Xyran has dropped due to his capture. How can he be happy knowing they are suffering due to him?
Nakai finds his contented home life with his bondmates disrupted by Tokala, a rich and powerful Alphan with an agenda of his own, while Einian fears their family is breaking apart from forces he's powerless to stop.
When Sukh and Nakai fall into the clutches of an old and deadly enemy, Einian doesn't hesitate to go after them, and he doesn't care what he may have to do to save them.
Can the lovers find redemption on Xyran?
Be Warned: m/m sex, menage (MMM) sex, rimming
"I'm sorry to bring you from your home, Master Nakai, but there are concerns in the town with regards to the Xyran."
"His name is Sukh, and he's my bondmate. I would request that you remember this and address him accordingly." Nakai drew himself to his full height, giving him a couple of inches over Pimne.
"But of course, Master Nakai." Pimne gave a forced smile and acquiesced immediately.
This was hardly what Nakai expected. However, on seeing how quickly Pimne had backed down, Nakai decided to go on the offensive. "Giving consideration to the fact that Sukh has never come into town, except in my company, I truly wonder what concern there can be."
Trying to regain control of the situation, Pimne tried to mimic Nakai and also drew himself up tall. “Master Nakai, as town Magistrate I have to ensure all is in order within our community.”
“Of that I have no doubt, Master Pimne." Nakai inclined his head. "But I'm at a loss to know why anything should be levied against my mate, who is always at my side."
"Master Tokala has expressed concerns."
Now things made sense. At least a little. Tokala was new to the town and seemingly as determined as Pimne to consolidate a position of political power. Nakai instantly decided that Tokala was not going to use Sukh to gain status in the town.
"I see. However, it seems to me that perhaps the … issue surrounding my mate owes more to Master Tokala’s view of Xyrans, or even his political aspirations, rather than to of my fellow townspeople who have said nothing to me, your predecessor who only retired so recently, or our incumbent Mayor.”
"Master Tokala feels that to see a Xyran, unleashed, walking our streets, is distressing to our women and children."
At the furious look Nakai aimed at him, Pimne looked even less assured, and Nakai decided to press his advantage.
"Indeed? Then why have I not heard it from mates and parents? As I understand it, Master Tokala is newly settled in our town. I doubt that my bondmates and I have been in town more than twice in that time. Who is complaining to him? And why? He isn't the Magistrate. You are. Nor is he Mayor. Although I have heard rumor he intends to stand. I ask again, is this related to his, shall we say, political aspirations?"
The obvious loss of color to Pimne's cheeks told Nakai all he needed to know. It didn't surprise Nakai that Pimne probably thought of him as a country bumpkin. Since taking Sukh and Einian as his mates, there was almost no reason for Nakai to leave the comfort of his home and estate. Prior to that he either managed his estate or did his military service. He'd never made a point of being vocal in the town's political arena.
Maybe it was time that he was.
"I—I assure you, Master Nakai, that I wouldn't be party to any such—such a situation."
A deep sense of satisfaction rolled over Nakai as Pimne looked positively green. If Pimne had done his homework better, he would have realized that Nakai would be not be impressed by the Magistrate's own social status, nor would he be a pushover. Tokala may have wealth, but Nakai was quite sure that his own personal prosperity, even when not combined with that of his brothers, made him one of the wealthiest residents of the town.
He had affluence, social standing, and he was still an officer of the Alphan fleet. Nakai's request to leave the service had been met with one that he remain on active service only to be called upon in an emergency. He'd block Tokala in every way possible. He inclined his head at Pimne.
“I would be very interested to know exactly who feels the need to discuss anything of such an intimate nature with such a comparative newcomer to the town.” Nakai flicked imaginary lint from the sleeve of his jacket. “As I’m sure you’ve discovered for yourself, Master Pimne, the townsfolk take time to adjust to someone from outside. Nothing personal is meant, but we are a small and intimate town. Which naturally makes me very concerned no one has approached me. After all, I’m very well respected within our community.”
Although it wasn’t normally in Nakai’s nature to make someone feel small, he was so angry over Sukh that he fully intended to make Pimne deliberately uncomfortable. And his strategy was working.
“Let me get you some wine. I believe this is one of your own vintages.” Pimne hurried away to pour a couple of drinks.
Settling back in his chair, Nakai allowed himself a slow smile. By the time he was finished here, the Magistrate would have turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees. He’d also make certain to find out a lot more about Tokala. Some Alphans retained a dislike of Xyrans, and always would. Their worlds remained in opposition, and Xyrans were enemies, after all.
A thought struck him, and Nakai sat up a little straighter. He wasn't even certain he'd come into town with Sukh since Tokala's recent arrival in town. In fact, now that the realization had come to him, he was certain that in the last few months he and his mates had remained on the estate. The town had little to entice them to visit.
The more Nakai thought about it, the more Tokala seemed to bear careful investigation.
By J. J. Lore
6 March 2015
While on a clandestine visit to Earth, Prince Edem of Alpha and his bondmate Mallet by chance meet a humble cook who intrigues them. The impulsive prince feels a brief fling with an exotic human female sounds like the perfect way to conclude their travels, while his more pragmatic bondmate urges caution.
Despite all the reasons to avoid her, the Alphans seek her out, intrigued by her prickly pride and defiant disposition. For her part, Corrine is intimidated by these imposing and mysterious alien men, but finds herself overwhelmed by their determined courtship.
Edem and Mallet convince themselves their deepening feelings for Corrine do not have to include bonding, since such a commitment is forbidden by the King and subjects of Alpha, determined to keep the bloodline pure. But when danger threatens, the three are forced to choose between having the galaxy at their feet or losing each other forever.
They made her shake. She’d thought it was first with anger, then fear, but as Mal eased his mouth against hers while Edem circled his fingers down her back, she knew she was shaking with lust. How had she gotten here? She’d been so insulted by the gift she’d rushed to them thoughtlessly and had somehow admitted to them she was frightened of sex, but now was barely able to keep on her feet for the heat blooming in her pussy.
Someone’s hands were pulling at the hem of her shirt, and she drew away from Mal to glance down and discover Edem had insinuated his fingertips underneath the material and was now rubbing along her bare waist. Her skin tingled. Mal reached for her buttons and had the front of her shirt open before she realized what was happening. When the cool air reached her nearly exposed breasts, she automatically reached to bring the edges back together, her breath rushing in and out with a mix of desire and caution.
“Let us see and touch. Just here,” Edem said softly as he caressed her lower back. Mal stared at her, his eyes darkening as he gave a slight nod. It was stupid to even consider it, but she seemed to be doing lots of stupid things lately. This could be the test. She could say no and hope they would stop. Would they let her control this? She didn’t want to say no yet, though. She sucked in a breath and urged her stiff fingers to cooperate as she released her grip on the shirt. She was wearing a bra, so she could say no when then tried to remove that final layer and expose her.
Edem let out a sigh and tugged at her sleeves, her blouse falling from her shoulders. She couldn’t stop her shiver as the cool air trickled across her back and stomach. Mal tightened his grip on her waist, and with a start she realized he had a sizeable erection and it was pressed into her belly. Normally, she’d shy away, but somehow knowing how aroused he was pleased her rather than made her anxious.
Mal trailed his fingers along her collarbones. “You’re lovely.”
“So delicate,” Edem chimed in, and she glanced at him, wondering what he thought of her faded, repaired bra. He was a powerful man on his planet and was probably used to women who were perfumed, groomed, and attired in beautiful chiffons and laces. She failed on all counts.
Sliding his hand along her side, Edem cupped one of her breasts, pushing her flesh slightly up. Her nipple contracted in a painful nub, and she inhaled deeply. He ran his thumb over the sensitized bit of flesh, and the material of her bra bit into her.
Mal dipped his head her way, long strands of his dark hair trailing along her bare shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top swell of the breast Edem was holding, and she shook at the sensation of both of them caressing her in synchronicity. She clenched her hands in confusion. She wanted to touch them but wasn’t sure how. She’d always been confused and tense with the few men she’d been with, which had undoubtedly contributed to her discomfort with the act.
Soft lips nibbled at her neck, and she leaned away from him, not to avoid the touch as she should, but to allow him more room. The ticklish sensations crept over her nerves, and she compulsively reached up to clutch at Edem’s head, her fingers sinking into his surprisingly silky hair. He bit her throat gently in response, and a surprised moan burst from her. Before she could think further, Mal had fastened his mouth over her nipple and pressed his teeth to the sensitized flesh. Her whole body jolted uncontrollably, and she cried out, unable to hold back the sound of surprise and excitement.
“It would be better without this,” Edem whispered in her ear as he ran his fingers under the shoulder strap of her bra. Mal rumbled against her breast, and she reached her other hand out to trace into his hair, careful to avoid those curving horns. “May I?”
J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her bestselling erotic romance releases, visit her at http://mllesnarratif.com/j-j-lore/ or follow on Twitter @JJLore1