Amanda's Amorous Aliens (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Read Free Book Online

shoulder briefly. “Does that mean you’re Karriak?”
    The man in front of her smiled as Sektannen’s movements behind her became more urgent.
    “That’s right, sweetheart. I am Karriak. He is Sektannen.” She wanted to ask more, but— oh, wow —Sektannen had found the hard peaks of her breasts and was tormenting them with firm pinches. Her knees were about to buckle. “Be certain, Amanda, that this is what you want.”
    Oh, hell yeah . This was what she wanted.
    She nodded frantically, reaching for Karriak as he gave her a brilliant smile.
    “This looks very beautiful on you,” Karriak said, lifting the soft lace away from her skin, “but it needs to come off.” She nodded, groaning when Karriak moved to lift the material over her head and Sektannen dropped his hands lower, brushing over the sensitive flesh of her mound.
    Karriak dipped his head, sucking her hard nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, as Sektannen hooked his fingers into the sides of her G-string and worked the scrap of material down her legs. Amanda had never been more grateful for her kooky, slightly superstitious preflight habit of shaving everywhere but her head. Considering how long the hairs on her legs had been yesterday, she was suddenly very grateful for the OCD-ish type behavior. But it didn’t stop her knees from wobbling uncontrollably. Only Karriak’s firm grip on her hips stopped her from falling to the floor.
    “Bed,” Sektannen growled as he lifted her into his arms and actually threw her onto the mattress. Thank heavens it was a big bed, or she might have bounced off the other side. Both men climbed onto the bed, stalking toward her, their expressions wicked, their lust for her obvious.
    “Karriak?” she asked as one of them crawled right over the top of her, caging her between his strong arms and thighs. He shook his head, tilted it toward the man beside him, and winked. “H–How do I tell you apart?”
    Maybe not the most important question considering the long, hard, thick— oh, wow —cock pressing between her legs, but one she felt the need to ask. Call her old fashioned, but she did like to know the name of the man she was about to fuck.
    “Mark,” Sektannen said as he slid down her body and wedged his shoulders between her thighs.
    “Huh?” The answer, though cryptic, suddenly seemed unimportant. Sektannen’s fingers caressed the swollen folds of her pussy, his tongue laving over the soft flesh, his strong arms holding her still as he began to explore her intimately.
    “This mark,” Karriak said, showing her the tattoo-like mark on the inside of his wrist. She’d noticed it on Karriak-Sektannen earlier, except that then it had looked something like a very fancy version of the four points on a compass. Karriak’s mark looked like only two arrows, one pointing up, one pointing down. “Sektannen’s points left and right.”
    “Oh,” she said, barely comprehending the words as Sektannen did something to her pussy that set her nerves ablaze. She was beginning to shake all over.
    Holy shit.
    Karriak grinned, leaned over, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue snaked inside, exploring her mouth as thoroughly as Sektannen explored her pussy. She moaned as Sektannen shifted, and the bed dipped slightly as he moved. Karriak broke away, placed a wide hand on his brother’s shoulder, and shoved. Sektannen fell sideways, laughing as Karriak slid down the bed and pressed his mouth to her pussy.
    “Apparently,” Sektannen said with a laugh, “Karriak needs to taste you before I’m allowed to fuck you.”
    She might have giggled if Karriak hadn’t chosen that moment to wrap his hands under her ass, lift her pussy to his mouth, and thrust his tongue into her over and over and over.
    “You’re very beautiful like this,” Sektannen said, sweeping the hair out of her eyes. “I think you would be even more beautiful in release.”
    “What?” His mouth was moving, but she wasn’t really sure she