Argurma Monster (The Argurma Chronicles #2)

Chapter 27

Talech growled against Beverly’s mouth. His civix pressed harder and more insistently against the inside of his sheath. This time he welcomed the pressure instead of fighting it back. Finally he would have his mate and a bond brother as well. He would have a family to share his new life. He did not recall what his life was like before, but he decided that it mattered little to him. This was his happiness, and it was all that he cared about. His rumble of pleasure and the soft purr of his mandibles didn’t stop even when Beverly finally pulled her mouth free from his to meet his eyes. Guilt flashed within their depths.

“Are you sure?” she whispered. “What happened in the past—”

“Does not matter,” he assured her. “I process that you took over the lab that held me. You explained this. But when I woke, there was only you. You are all that is important. Nothing from before means anything.”

She bit her lip. “You could have a family you don’t remember.”

He chuffed. Of all his terrible memories obscured by the darkness, that one remained with him. It was muddled, but he remembered the pain without pleasure to ease the way and the shame and sorrow that had engulfed him. “I had not yet breached when I arrived to your world. I have no mate.”

“He would have no living mother-house who would truly remember and grieve his loss,” Zoreth added, his mandibles sliding through her hair lovingly as he spoke. “That he recalls his name means that we may contact his mother-house and inform them of his life among us to satisfy those who remain. Talech was clearly an explorer class Argurma, which means his house would have not expected to see him return. This is the way of explorers,” he explained.

“That’s so sad,” she murmured, her eyes misting in sympathy.

“I do not miss what I do not remember,” Talech pointed out firmly, disliking that she implied that he was lacking or suffering. “I dislike struggling because I do not remember, but this new life is all that is important. You are my family,” Talech’s eyes turned to Zoreth, including the other male as their vibrissae sifted through her hair and wound around each other. “Both of you.”

Zoreth’s mandibles clicked in agreement and his eyes dropped back to their mate held between them. “It is time to unify our family.”

Talech’s purr rose up a notch with excitement as he watched Zoreth carefully draw apart the robe covering their mate, revealing the swells of her breasts and the darker dusk of the pebbled nipples tipping them. He was eager to bare the rest of her but kept his system focused on Zoreth’s movements, taking his cues from the other male as he bared every inch of her glorious body.

It was not the first time he had seen her nude since he had cared for her and tended to her injuries when she had been damaged on the island, but it was different now. She was not terribly wounded but whole and receptive to them. His lust freely raged through him as he watched the robe part the rest of the way as Zoreth dragged it down her arms and tossed it away. There was a softness to her belly that drew him and a delightful curve to her hips that was more pronounced without the concealment of the flight suit. But it was the enticing thatch of hair between her legs that drew his attention, and he was unable to tear his gaze away when Zoreth suddenly lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

Talech followed eagerly, his eyes following along avidly as Zoreth laid her on top of it, his hands brushing worshipfully down her sides and slid down her thighs before gently pushing her thighs apart to expose the flower of sex to them. It was wet and slick and so inviting that Talech was unable to stop his civix as it extruded fully, thick lubrication pumping out from the porous channels that ran down its sides. It writhed in its demands, jerking and thrusting against his flight suit to the point of pain.

With a hiss he stripped it from his body, pleasure filling him at the way their mate’s eyes roamed over him appreciatively. Her gaze lingered on his sex, first in awe and then in desire as her cheeks reddened and her scent thickened sweetly with her arousal. As much as he appreciated her desire for him, at that moment he was more interested in the way she was presented before him. Especially that tight center of her that beckoned him.

When Zoreth dropped to her side and began to run his tongues along her nipples, lapping at them and tugging them between the two dexterous organs, Talech did not bother to rein in his desire any further. He dropped to his knees between her thighs and fastened his mouth to her cunt. His tongues filled her and slicked through her folds ravenously. No matter how much her body wept for him, he could not get enough. She tasted perfect, especially when his tongues flicked and pulled at the little bud at the top of her sex and made her cream for him. He experimentally drove a vibrissae into her, and then another, and growled with pleasure when she cried out and spasmed around him, releasing more of her decadent sweetness.

Beverly was the finest thing he had ever tasted. He did not know if he would ever have the will to be parted from her again.

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Zoreth toyed with her breasts, his vibrissae slipping over her as he learned every inch of her and every flavor. His gaze slanted down to where Talech feasted upon her, and he smirked around the breast gently caught between his lips, held in place exactly where he wanted it while his tongues danced along the nipple. The male appeared to be experiencing a moment of ecstasy. It had lasted long enough. He would have his turn there now.

Releasing the nipple from his mouth with a soft pop, he slid down her side, clattering his mandibles as he moved so that the other male was not caught by surprise. Talech’s eyes met his and narrowed for a moment, but the male gave up his prize with soft rumble before turning an interested gaze to the breasts that Zoreth had abandoned. Hiding a grin, Zoreth dropped down between Beverly’s legs, fully aware of her watchful eyes upon him. He glanced up the length of her body and met her passion-glazed gaze, watched her pant between reddened lips as she gasped and arched as Talech mercilessly latched onto her breast.

Zoreth chuffed softly and slowly lowered his head, his tongues snaking from between his lips as she watched him. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks were redder than her lips, and the blush stained her neck and her chest so that the tops of her breasts were likewise reddened beneath the light sheen that covered her body. His tongues slipped along her sex and burrowed into her, and Zoreth’s eyes rolled back as her body arched and shuddered beneath him. The taste of her cunt sent a fire through him and pain as his civix finally breached violently, extruding in a rush, weeping lubricant from its sides and copious amounts of precum from its tip from the pleasure that rode close on the heels of the pain.

He surrendered himself to her in that moment. His mate. His goddess. His everything.