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  He nodded, but didn’t say anything else. She saw the sadness in his eyes, and it twisted her guts, but she needed to be with Knox and Rafer. They were her life now. Her future. She just wished she didn’t have to sacrifice her past, because this meeting with her dad should have a way happier ending than it was going to have.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Rafer? Knox?” she almost yelled their names—who was she kidding?—she screeched as she ran from the side of the runway and into Madison’s landing port, where her men were waiting for her.

  When she collided with their arms, she immediately burrowed into them, thanking all of the countless Gods and Goddesses in the Federation that she was back with them.

  This morning, that possibility had been dicey. Her dad had started to change his mind, she’d seen it in his eyes. She’d been a hair’s breadth away from staying on The Lady, and while it was pretty cool to be among her own people, it had taken a trip on a pirate ship to realize she’d made some people of her own in the last sixty annals.

  Their smells…oh, God, they smelled fantastic. The thought ran through her head as she grabbed the back of Rafer’s shirt to hold him to her as she simultaneously pulled Knox’s head down to hers. The kiss they shared nearly had her orgasming on the spot. Only when Rafer pulled her to him for a little tongue tango did she realize how desperate she was for both of them.

  Needy didn’t quite describe the way she was feeling. It was definitely desperation.

  “It’s wonderful to see you guys,” she mumbled against Knox’s shirt, sucking in a huge breath of his scent. Hell, she was turning into a Shuzon with all this sniffing.

  Rafer trailed a hand down her back. “The feeling’s mutual, love.”

  She closed her eyes at the endearment, sighed, and murmured, “Magas, let’s go home.”

  That word had different connotations now. Home was where these two were. It wasn’t a planet, light-annals away. It was here, and now, with her mates.

  They traveled via one of the hotel’s tulis back to the resort with Parker’s hands tucked in one of her mate’s. They were silent, because their tulis had drivers, and the conversation they were about to have needed to take place in privacy. It was only now she appreciated the driver-less vehicles they had back on Shuzon.

  It was enough, though, for the moment, to just sit with them both. To be with them. To breathe the same air. She knew how close she’d come to being whisked off to the other side of the galaxy, how close she’d come from being denied a life with these two wonderful men.

  Upon passing through the huge, wrought tritonite gates, with their swirling curlicues, which belonged at the palace in Disneyland—just the way she’d meant it to look—it took a further ten mins to go through reception, smile at a few of their staff, and make it into their private elevator. She was thankful for the lack of excitement their arrival caused—it meant her abduction hadn’t been public, which meant her father was safe for the moment.

  At least, as safe as a space pirate could ever be.

  The instant the doors shut, both men burst out, “Are you okay?” They both ran hands over her, uncaring that while they could look out onto the complex, people could also look in.

  “I’ve never been better,” she told them both, a wide smile on her chops.

  “You’re just putting on a brave face. I’ll get in touch with Jyk and have him distribute a facial reconstruction of the guy who snatched you. I can have one of the Fleet’s artists online within the heura.”

  She shook her head, and pressed a hand to both their chests. “That’s not necessary.”

  Knox frowned. “Felixi, we just paid a ransom demand to your kidnappers. Griljerrd only knows what they’re going to do with that money. We need to track it, make sure it doesn’t end up in the wrong hands.”

  The doors to their quarters opened and she stepped out, immediately heading for the kitchen. There, she programed in a green tea with the KitchQizard, and as she waited for the machine to produce it, she told her gawking mates, “You didn’t pay a ransom. You paid a dowry.”

  Rafer blinked. “A dowry?”

  She smiled. “Trust you to know what that means. When you said you researched Earth history, you really meant it.”

  “Would someone explain what the olan is going on?”

  “Knox, there’s no need to be impatient, baby. A dowry is usually what a father pays the man about to bind himself to his daughter. In this case, it’s the other way around.”

  He frowned. “But your father’s…?”

  Considering their last argument had ultimately been about his lack of sensitivity, she hid a smile. “Dead? Yeah, well, he isn’t.”

  Knox blinked. “Your father isn’t dead?” When she shook her head, he took a seat at the kitchen counter. “He’s alive. And he kidnapped you?”

  “He thought you were my owner. He found me on the registry.”

  He grimaced. “He thought you were my slave. What a great way for my father-in-law to learn about our relationship.”

  “Yeah, you get how bad that first meeting was. It took the last five deyas for me to get him to agree to let me go. I don’t even know why he did it, to be honest. I know this morning he’d have stopped me if he could. But my place is here. With you.”

  Rafer walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from the back. Now this was the welcome home she’d been waiting for. “It certainly is,” he told her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

  “Don’t you have more questions?” she asked slyly, arching her butt back and nudging his erection in the process. She’d hoped it would go this way. Without her having to mention just whom her father actually was.

  “They can wait, maja.”

  She shrieked as Rafer physically turned her in his arms, then laughed as he picked her up in a fireman’s hold—not that he called it that—and carried her into the bedroom. She arched upward, and held out a hand to Knox. “Baby? Are you coming?” she asked, smiling down at the floor when she heard him rush over and pat her on the butt.

  She shrieked again when Rafer dropped her on the bed, and she bounced once, then twice, before leaping up and attacking the sweater he wore by ripping it over his head, baring his delicious torso in the process. She rocked forward and nibbled his pec, loving how there was no give when she bit down. It was like rock, and made her want to bite it all the harder. Instead, she sucked down, enjoying his groan as well as the scrabbling hands at the jumpsuit she wore. It fastened down the back, and she gloried in his fumbling fingers as Knox reached for her hair, pulled it aside, and buried his face in her throat, where her scent was strongest, kissing her on the opposite side of where Rafer had mere moments before.

  She moaned when Rafer finally made contact with her skin, the fastener giving way under his eager pinkies. He swept his hands up her spine, setting every nerve ending alight with the power of his touch, and making her moan when he pulled the jumpsuit’s sleeves down, freeing her upper body from its clasp. When her now-naked breasts touched his chest, she groaned, then rocked herself from side to side. Her groan turned into a high-pitched mewl when Knox’s fingers pried in between to reach for her tits and to squeeze down on her nipples. He rubbed them, turning them into hard little pearls and making her head fall back against him in the process.

  “I love you, maja,” he told her gruffly. “You’re mine.”

  “You’re ours,” Rafer corrected, but in a soft, non-aggressive tone.

  “Just like you’re mine,” she retorted with a laugh. “That’s all that matters. You both belong to me.”

  Knox chuckled against her throat, and mumbled, “Are you ready to be claimed by your mates?”

  “I was born ready, sugar.”

  She winked at Rafer, who strode toward the bathroom with a big grin on his face. She had an idea of what was coming, and to be frank, being sandwiched between them was going to be heaven on a plate. Or on a bed, she corrected wryly.

  “Are you really okay, Parker?” Knox a
sked, carefully turning her around and stroking a finger over the length of her jaw. “I’m so sorry I pushed you away, that I pushed you into harm’s way.”

  “You didn’t, darling. Whether I’d gone out because I’d wanted to, or because I needed some space, my dad would have found a way to get me.” Talk about an understatement. Considering the lengths Gray Dryden had gone to, she was surprised he hadn’t already started a war just trying to get her back! “And I promise, I’m fine. If anything, I feel so much better now I’ve seen him.”

  He eyed her a second, then wryly murmured, “I think we need to brush over the topic of who your father is. Especially while Rafer is still in the Fleet.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, going for innocent and ending up with wary.

  He snorted. “Your father’s human. How did he kidnap you when most humans, apart from a few, are slaves?” He cocked a brow. “Rafer will figure it out when he’s not thinking with his cocks, but I can distract him until he’s officially retired. I’m just grateful he was behind it all. If he’s let you come back, that means he’ll let us get on with our lives together.”

  She nibbled her lip as she began to unbutton his shirt. “Well, he will, so long as we have a wedding.”

  “A wedding?” Knox demanded, eyes wide. “Why do we need a wedding? This is going to be our claiming notte.”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t work that way on Earth. He wants a wedding, a legal bonding that can take my name off the slave registry, then he won’t try to abduct me again.”

  Knox sighed. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger. I have no idea what a wedding actually is, but go ahead and plan one.”

  Parker bussed his lips, and murmured, “Dad was behind all our troubles. And he gave me names. The bombers’ names, to be specific. He was even behind Rafer’s recent ails…the mole in Rafer’s team was working for dad.”

  Knox grimaced. “Shit, I’ll definitely have my work cut out in keeping all of this from Rafter. The only upside I guess is that this wedding will neutralize the terrorist threat?”

  She winked. “Just call it a shotgun wedding.”

  “I would if I had a clue what that was.”

  “I’ll explain. Later,” she whispered on a promise, then grinned when she heard Rafer’s footsteps. “Rafer, we’re getting married,” she declared.

  “Yeah? Hey, I could only find this….” He paused, then blinked. “Married? Like human-style?”

  “Exactly.”

  He shrugged. “Okay.”

  “You were a lot easier to convince than Knox,” she murmured, teasingly rubbing her butt against Knox’s front, loving how his cocks twitched against her, even through his pants.

  He reached around her, slid one hand over her belly, and the other pushed down at the trousers still covering her legs. When she was bare, the material pooled at her feet, he traced his fingers over the smooth skin at the apex of her thighs and murmured, “Play hard to get some time, Rafer—she owes me millions for agreeing to it.”

  “I can afford it. Although, will you accept payment in the form of blowjobs?” Parker mocked, then moaned as Knox slipped his hand between her legs. Her hips jerked forward as he parted the lips of her sex, and with the tips of his fingers, began to play with her clit. “Oh, God, that feels so good,” she whispered on a broken sigh. “Come here, Rafer. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

  When he stepped in front of her, she rested her face against his chest again. Pulling in air loaded with his scent, she looked up at him and asked, “Do you love me, Rafer?”

  “You don’t even have to ask.” He bent down, took her lips with his, and after he’d fucked her mouth until she was panting, he whispered in her ear, “Of course I love you.”

  She grinned up at him, and retorted, “Prove it.”

  “The girl’s got fire,” Knox remarked as he stepped away from her and stripped. It took him two seconds to push her onto the bed, spread her legs, and dive between them. “Let me feel the burn,” he mumbled as he sucked her clit into his mouth, making every bone in her body buckle with the swiftness of his attack.

  Her legs parted eagerly, letting him delve as deep as he could go with his tongue, then shrieking when he plunged it into her cunt. Her shriek was broken by a sigh when Rafer appeared at her side, his head burrowing down between her breasts. She took a second to play with the short hair on his head, the silken strands tickling her palms as he played with the turgid nipples he’d already teased with his fingers but was now kissing with his lips. She let herself float into the pleasure of being at the center of these guys’ attentions, and knew that this was her place. Her rightful place.

  She grunted as she felt the cold lube stick being inserted into her butt, but the grunt turned into a groan when Knox suckled her clit before raking it with his teeth. Her legs clamped down on his head and her hips bucked upward as the force of that biting pleasure scorched her nerve endings.

  Suddenly, she was pushed over the side of the universe, left to free fall to only God knew where. She’d die a happy woman, though, for pleasure sent tingles racing along her every nerve ending, branding each and every one of them with her felixads’ touch.

  Parker lay for countless seconds with her legs splayed, her mates on top of her, torturing her with their mouths and fingers. She groaned as Knox thrust two fingers into her cunt, fucking her hard and making her belly judder with his roughness. A scream escaped her when his mouth moved to the side, to her inner thigh, close to where her groin met her leg, and bit down. She felt blood seep from the wound, could scent the metallic tang in the air. The pain had her butt burrowing down into the mattress as she tried to widen her legs, urging her felixad closer.

  The silent urging of her body had an unexpected backlash. Of the best kind. Another set of lips appeared at her cunt, another hot wash of breath. Her eyelids fluttered open to look about her dazedly as Rafer worked her clit while Knox fucked her with his tongue. How their heads didn’t clash, she didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care.

  Head lolling to the side with the ecstasy coursing through her, she saw Rafer’s cocks, dangling mere inches away. She grabbed them in her fist, milking a moan out of him that ricocheted over her clit, and began to tug down with one hand, while the other twisted his balls as she rolled them in her palm.

  She reached up, leaning back on her elbows, and took one ball, then the other between her lips. Licking and sucking, she pushed one tautly against the side of her mouth. She taunted and teased, incited and excited. A sudden moan was the only notification she got. Cum suddenly splashed out, trailing across her tits in hot, scorching lashes. Pooling between them, splashing on her belly, marking her with the double load of seed.

  “Temptress,” he gritted out.

  “No. Felixi,” she corrected on a sigh. With a dreamy hand, she splayed her fingers across her chest, gently rubbing his seed into her breasts. “Knox?” she whispered, eyes closing as he rimmed the entrance of her cunt with his tongue. “I want you to fuck my tits.”

  He froze at her words, and she smiled up at the ceiling. It was a naughty smile. A dirty one. His head popped up to look at her. His eyes watched the trail of her hand as she gathered Rafer’s cum and rubbed it into her skin. She saw them widen, then grow dark, as the urge to mark her himself overrode him.

  Knox sat on his knees, pushed Rafter out of the way, then maneuvered himself so he was sitting just above her belly. “Are you sure about this, Parker?”

  She sighed, then lifted a hand and traced it over her lips. “Aim for here, Knox,” she whispered.

  “Your face?” His voice was almost a squeak.

  “I’m yours, aren’t I? Let’s tell the world.”

  A breath shuddered out of his chest, and she watched his hands fist, knowing he was seeking control. He gathered her cum-soaked tits together, making a channel for himself like he’d often done in the past, but this time was different. This time, it was for marking, rather than pleasure. A distinction she didn’t understand
herself, but needed nonetheless.

  When his cocks were enveloped by the tunnel, he shuddered and slowly rocked his hips. She stared up at him, and as their eyes caught, she sucked a finger deep into her mouth. Swirling her tongue over it, she made sure it was moist. His eyes grew heavy as he watched her pull it out, then disappear as she moved it behind him. She pulled his ass cheeks apart, delved for the pucker of his butt, and burrowed the finger in deep. His muscles clamped down, not just about her digit, but on his abdomen and chest. His head flew back, the sinews in his throat working, as she moved her finger, gently tracing the tip over the little nub she found deep inside.

  Her eyes were caught by Rafer’s slack mouth. She grinned at him, and mouthed, “One deya. When you’re ready.”

  He blinked at her, then swallowed. She pursed her lips and shot him a mock kiss.

  Her gaze returned to Knox, she watched as his hips began to pump faster, her tits jiggling with the rapid movements encouraged by her exploratory finger. Then his ass clamped down as his balls drew close to his body and cum splattered free from his shafts. He released her tits almost immediately, and his seed flew free into the air. She shielded her eyes with her lashes, but welcomed the marking. Needed it, even if her human mind couldn’t understand why.

  His juddering breaths didn’t stop even as he bent over her, cocks inches away, and gritted out, “Suck them clean, felixi.”

  She did as bade, suckling the tips, licking them, and as she worked, his fingers came up to smooth the flecks of sperm that had landed on her face. Her nose, eyelids, brow…they were all loaded with his brand, and the knowledge had her cunt melting with the molten hot desire his touch incited.

  For a second, she looked at him, their eyes caught and held. She saw his apologies for the last semanal, saw his love, an adoration that had spanned decades and would span centuries more. In his eyes, she found her home. And when he released her, tugging his cocks away, she turned to look at a still-astounded Rafer, and saw another shelter. Another love that was bound to her soul.