SevenintheSky Read Online Free

SevenintheSky
Book: SevenintheSky Read Online Free
Author: Viola Grace
Tags: sci-fi, ménage, romance, shifters
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Our sister was experiencing rather severe hormone fluctuations due to pregnancy and she was getting…hostile." His lips twisted as he said the last word.
    That really surprised her. She had never heard of female Regens. "You have a sister?"
    "Yes. She adopted us one by one, repaired us and made us useful again. We owe her our lives and our loyalty, but her constant attempts at matchmaking were getting on our nerves."
    Swallowing as he opened the door to a private bedchamber, Skeeter said, "I would have thought that you would welcome female companionship."
    "Only if it is a woman who would not make me choose between her and my brothers. All the women we were introduced to had very peculiar ideas of what a bonding should be."
    He walked up to her and cupped her face in his, sliding a hand into her wet hair. "Your approach is most refreshing. Your body demands and you let us take."
    "It won't last forever." She didn't mention her reproductive agenda.
    He trailed his lips down her neck. "It is here now and that is enough. Stars, your skin is so soft."
    She didn't have a comment for him. His touch took her breath away. She stood in his grip and the towel fell to her feet in a soft slide. Each stroke of his hands increased her hunger and when he lifted her to place her on the bed, she squirmed against the cool sheets.
    He started at her feet, trailing kisses and caresses up the interior of each thigh, always avoiding the core of her pulsing heat.
    While he stroked and caressed her skin, she reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching at the nipples and stroking the underside with light touches. Her arousal grew by leaps and bounds with the more delicate foreplay and when he moved to cover her, he still had not touched her slit or any of the silky heat generated by his caresses.
    His gaze bore into hers as he prodded at her entrance and she arched against him to take him deeper. She flung one leg over his thighs to open herself completely and she tried to pull him into her.
    He didn't budge.
    "Please. Please, I want you inside me." Her voice was a throaty whisper.
    "All you had to do was ask." He slid forward an inch and stopped.
    "More." Her hands ran down his torso, touching flesh and metal in equal measure, and with equal pleasure.
    Josu slid home inside her with a few rocking thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him and arched to meet him every time he moved.
    He sat back on his heels and pulled her hips to him, running his hand over her breasts and belly as his other hand pulled her hips to him in a hard and fast beat.
    She could hear her own pleas, sobbing, begging for more and he gripped both of her hips, holding her tightly to him as she screamed and he jetted into her with short, hard jabs.
    Panting, he rolled to one side and held her tight. "Blanca, how long do you wish to stay here?"
    She was still dazed, her aftershocks pulsing with a distracting strength. "Um. I can't go back to my ship. Not yet."
    "Will you remain here with us? Any further copulation will be at your instigation." He nuzzled her neck and she smiled.
    "Yes, I think this is a safe haven. If you do not mind my presence, I would be happy to stay." Her smile was shy, but as she lifted her face for his kiss, it seemed the right thing to say.
    * * * *
    Days ran into weeks and she spent each day pursuing whatever pleasure took her fancy. She learned that aside from amazing bodies, each had a distinct personality that made sex with him a specific treat.
    Josu was always grumpy, his tone harsh, but his hands and mouth showed an attention to her reactions that was gratifying.
    Kenner had an unflappable cheer that couldn't be squelched, not even when she tripped in the shower and almost neutered him with her teeth.
    After prolonged exposure to her, Zeen showed his skill at detecting the tiniest shift in her arousal by using his sense of smell. It was a peculiar talent that spoke to one of his genetic donors having been one of the hunting races.
    Maro
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