Free Lovers of the Galaxy, Book Two: Bounty Hunters of the Heart by Trinity Blacio Page B

stiffened.
    “Oh, no you do not,” Oshki said and tightened his
hold around his waist.
    Panting, he said, “You heard it, too!”
    “I heard only the storm!”
    He shook his head as sweat trickled into his eyes.
“You lie. You heard something as well.”
    “You will not leave me again.” Oshki thrust again,
pushing his cock to the root inside him and holding him there,
skewered.
    Despite the pleasure the action caused, Miln said,
“Let go. Something is wrong.”
    “No.”
    “Withdraw from me. I think the women need our
help.”
    “They do not. You hear only the storm.” He pumped
harder into Miln’s body.
    This time he felt something change and knew his mate
had willed his mirellae to produce more hormones. As pleasure
rolled through him, his cock hardened too, his balls tightened
painfully, and he turned lax against the doors. Behind him, his
lover murmured his victory at keeping him interested in the sex and
pounded into his ass. Oshki’s sighs, groans, and cries melded with
the rumbles around them.
    Trying to fight the hormone spreading throughout his
body was almost pointless. His legs quivered. Oshki’s sapin fully
in his ass kept him a slave to his fleshly desires. Already he
wanted to come again and then throw his mate into the hay and fuck
him until he screamed for Miln to stop. The pressure in his cock
grew unbearable. He pushed back to dislodge his partner, but his
mate thrust, ramming him into the double doors. Before he could
stop it, Miln orgasmed a second time.
    “Ungh! By…the…Twelve…Galaxies!” he shouted and rode
out one glorious carnal earthquake after another, his seed coating
the wooden planks in silvery-white strings.
    He tried to pull away, but his partner kept pumping
into him.
    “No,” Oshki said, groaning, his fingers biting into
his hips. “I am not done. I have not come. And I know you have a
third one in you.”
    “I am done. Let go. I know something is wrong
outside.”
    “No.” Oshki’s increased his pace.
    Instantly angered, he yanked forward and succeeded in
unbalancing him enough that their bodies separated. The moment he
felt air between them, he whirled only to find Oshki rushing him.
He didn’t have time to do anything but catch him in his arms, but
the force and weight of his lover bore him backward. They hit the
doors with such force they buckled and the wooden latch burst
apart.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    Disoriented and suddenly weightless, he felt cool air
and rain on his body. His backside connected with the ground, the
air whooshing out of him, and then Oshki landed on top of him, one
of his knees gouging the inside of his thigh. He winced in pain and
stared up at the loft as mud from their impact splattered his face.
Rain fell so hard he had to turn his head to the side to keep it
from filling his nose and mouth.
    “What in the name of all that is powerful is wrong
with you?” he snarled up at Oshki.
    “There is nothing wrong with me,” he countered
loudly. “You are selfish and always sacrifice our happiness for
that of others!”
    Except for the lightning displays, darkness cloaked
the barnyard, and rain and thunder wrapped it in a cocoon of
sound.
    He blinked against the downpour. “What are you
talking about?”
    “You take your pleasure from me, and then when it is
my turn, you say something is wrong, that you hear a strange noise.
It is an excuse!”
    Sitting up, he pushed Oshki off him. “Enough! I will
investigate and make sure everything is well in the abode.
Afterward, we will discuss our differences.”
    Oshki opened his mouth to reply, but a feeble light
played over them. His eyes widened, and his mouth flattened into a
thin line. Before Miln could turn, a hard kick to his ribs knocked
him over sideways. Mud oozed around him, and pain pierced his
muscles, slicing through his bones. Somehow he still managed to
roll onto his back and spring-kick himself into a squatting
position. He’d been so wrapped up in his partner he’d failed