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idea what sort of touches an Alphan preferred.
    “Just
steady, up and down, there’s a spot under the corona.” His hand met hers and
pressed her thumb to a small dent under his thickened head. “That’s very
important. Oh, Avanelle.”
    He
gasped her name as she moved her hand along his cock, allowing her fingers to
bump along as she rotated and stroked. His breath caught, and he threw his head
back. Mateen’s fingers slid against her, near her clit but not close enough.
She braced herself on her knees and used her free hand to catch his fingers,
frame two along each side of her agonized bundle of nerves. A small part of her
brain was amazed she had the courage to instruct such a huge, strong male.
“Steady, up and down—”
    “And
that’s your important spot.” Mateen
finished for her as he made good on her instructions. She couldn’t hold back
her soft cries as he touched her and had to force herself to concentrate on
Bynton as he strained against the bed under her touch. Within a few more
seconds he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up and down forcefully,
growling out a rumbling cry as his cock jumped and shivered. Whitish streams of
cum pulsed from him, spattering on his belly as he roared, his eyes closing.
    Avanelle
could barely register his release before Mateen’s steady strokes captured her
whole attention. She let go of Bynton’s throbbing
cock and braced her hands against the bed as she lifted her hips and spread her
legs, desperate for him to have full access. His free arm caught her under her
breasts and pulled her up and against him as he kept up the quick rhythm of
pleasure, squeezing her clit between his knuckles with every stroke. A spike of
bliss caught her unexpectedly, and she writhed in his grip, crying out as her
pussy clenched. A wave of shocking ecstasy vibrated through her limbs, and she
fell back against Mateen, heedless of how he held her. With a few shaky breaths
she rested in his arms, everything in her warm and soft with waves of delight.
    She
opened her eyes, realizing she’d pleasured, been pleasured by, these alien men.
They hadn’t even kissed, and she’d come. Did Alphans kiss? She glanced down to see Mateen’s golden arms crisscrossing her body, her
legs spread wide as her muscles trembled. Bynton still sprawled in front of her,
his eyes avidly inspecting her. The man behind her breathed hard, and she noticed his cock had slipped between her thighs, lying against the wet
and still shivering folds of her pussy. What now?
    ****
    So tender. That was the
only thought Mateen could formulate, other than he shouldn’t move or else he
wouldn’t be able to stop himself from penetrating Avanelle, piercing her with
his tesak , and that was certainly not acceptable. Yet. She reclined in his embrace, her skin damp and warm
from her release, and he breathed deep her scent, so rich with her arousal. His
aching staff rested against her, so close to where it belonged. The sensation
of the hot, wet flesh of her quonum against his
straining staff was riveting.
    Just
being that close to her climax, proximate to Bynton’s ,
made him believe in the tales, the ones that proclaimed a warrior’s soul was
strengthened when he’d claimed his mate. His bond with Bynton, close as it was,
certainly made them both better fighters, stronger, faster, more intuitive, but
this episode with Avanelle between them was on a different level. Even though
he hadn’t achieved an orgasm, he still felt an odd sensitivity in his
consciousness, like he could almost hear a sound just out of reach.
    She
stirred and twisted her head to give him a glance from the corner of her eye.
With a little circle of her hips she moved her heated flesh against his, the
wet slip of her a torment. “Mateen, don’t you want me?”
    He
was unprepared for the lust that rocketed through him, on top of what he’d
already thought was his limit of arousal. His staff throbbed, his culls tightened
even more, and he couldn’t stop