"We would never harm your guards, love." Xymus's rumbling baritone stroked over her flesh like a lover's hand.
"It's not them I'm worried about," she muttered.
We won't allow them to harm us either. The three of us have too much to live for.
I don't want to interfere with the love you and Xymus share, Demit, no matter what the fates decided when they mated us. She looked between them, her heart breaking.
Nonsense, woman. We merely bided our time loving each other as we waited for you. Though our feelings for each other are strong and true, there is more than enough room in our hearts to love you as well. A man to love is better than no mate at all when you are on a world with no available females.
She could understand that. And if she were truthful, the whole idea kind of turned her on.
Perhaps one day, when we have grown used to the feel of your flesh caressing ours, we will show you how we love each other.
The words he spoke nearly drove her over the edge. If she didn't get these two men alone--and soon--she may just go mad. Having them so near, their scent invading her system, was an aphrodisiac she never knew existed. She glanced back at the console, a disappointed frown on her face. They had work to do. The faster they did what she'd come to do, the faster they could be in her quarters on the ship making love.