Free Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) by Brenna Lyons

not to, you’ll have both of my cocks, Joy. Both of them making you mine.”
    “I am yours.” There was no question of that.
     
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    Daveed thrust into Joy’s body, more alive than he’d ever felt. She is mine. Mine. Topped off by his secondary a half dozen times already, there would be no separating them. Andy Daahn had proven that, and Daveed reveled in it.
    He couldn’t wait until the first time she woke from sleep. He already knew what he wanted. Her mouth, moving from cock to cock, maybe even taking both into her heat for the climax, her tongue pressing to the sensitive underside as she swallowed.
    But for now, he’d promised to give her both cocks and nothing less.
    A tickle on his chest brought his gaze down to search out the cause. The riotous sex had opened the liquid stitches a bit, and a trickle of blood wound down his chest. Daveed ignored it. His mate was in a frenzy and would be for the next three days. His wound would wait.
    Joy pressed up to him, her body releasing against his primary again, her hair in disarray on the pillow, her cries echoing off the walls. Anything but the woman beneath him could wait.
    Daveed climaxed, and a pinch announced the wound widening slightly. Joy wrapped her arms around him, seeking out his mouth for a kiss, and the drive to sate them both kept him hard and ready for her. He cycled his hips, thrusting into her. Though he knew a change of position—like Joy on top—would be less stressful on his healing wound, he wasn’t ready to abandon the Dominant position yet.
    A growl brought his head around, and he glared at his seir . He’d known coming here was a good idea. At the nest, Raashh would have forbidden him from binding them in his state. Now that they’d progressed so far, there was nothing Raashh could do to stop it.
    “You know Rayn ordered you not to strain yourself. I only allowed—”
    “Out!” Daveed pulled the sheet around Joy, attempting to shield her from his seir’s sight.
    She grasped at his now-still hips, her breathing harsh. “ Daveed, please. ”
    Daveed pushed deep inside her, and Joy cried out in pleasure. She moved a little beneath him, rocking her hips to ride the dual lengths buried inside her.
    The old buck’s eyes widened, and he stood there, tongue scenting. He turned his back with a series of curses. “Bring her,” he ordered.
    “What?” They were in the midst of mating. Surely he’d scented that much.
    “I will bring you to SLAL.”
    “My mate is in no need—” he started to rage.
    “ You are.”
    Daveed wanted to argue it but couldn’t. He’d already decided he would risk himself to finish mating with Joy. Putting myself at risk is no longer an option. We are bound already. If I die, Joy dies shortly after me.
    “Withdraw for a few moments. We will follow.”
    “A few moments,” his seir reminded him. He left the room.
    Daveed focused all his attention on Joy, driving them both over in heartbeats. When her hands loosened against his hips, he left her body, aching at the loss, momentary though it was. He wrapped her in the sheet and lifted Joy into his arms.
    His seir nodded at them as they reached the elevator. “I will get you there safely.”
    They entered the elevator and took it to the roof. Halfway there, Joy pulled Daveed into a kiss that promised more.
    Raashh hurried them aboard his shuttle, and closed it up in a rush. He paused to look down at Daveed and Joy, seated together on one of the plush oversized seats in the passenger compartment. She was trying to work her way out of the sheet already.
    “Let her take the dominant until we reach SLAL,” he ordered.
    “Gladly.”
    His seir disappeared into the cockpit and closed that door as well. The engines ramped up.
    Joy pushed the sheet away and straddled him, standing on tiptoe in her high heeled shoes. She lowered herself over his secondary with a gasp, her back channel accommodating him. Daveed positioned his primary at her seam, then eased her down