Nate actually managed to charm a maid into giving him access into the de Lunas’ room without having to try his hand at busting a door that probably wouldn’t bust easily. It slid open. He heard Helena’s scream and rushed around the sheer curtain so he could see the bed. Was he too late? A pile of bodies writhed on the bed. The man was easy to recognize as he thrust his hips, obviously fucking the woman on the bottom. Next, he saw the top woman’s breasts bouncing. Her head was back and her mouth was open with pleasure. Her hands gripped the man’s shoulders and their eyes seemed to be focused on each other. Finally, he could see the body causing their ecstasy. She was so much smaller than the moon people, with more body fat, but that’s what made her curves so luscious.
Nate’s body reacted. The musk of sex surrounded him. The vision of sex stimulated him. For a moment he could only watch, realizing that it was Helena on the bed, being fucked hard by the moon man while she ate out the female. Oh, to be in moon man’s place, with his cock sliding in and out of Helena’s wet pussy. His cock pressed painfully against his pants, a pair of old-fashioned Earth jeans. He wanted to climb on the bed and join in the fun.
He shook his head and took a deep breath, but that only made it worse. That’s when he realized the moon people were emitting pheromones. He moved closer to the bed, warring within himself for sanity. Get Helena, save her. No, fuck her. Lick her. Lick them, let them suck me. He’d never come this close to the pheromones before, though he’d read about them. The drugging scent was how they attracted their prey. Not that Helena sounded like prey as she moaned and bucked.
Snap out of it, man. You know what they’ll do to her, to both of you, if you don’t make a move now.
Nate cleared his throat. "Excuse me."
The moon couple lifted their eyes to him and froze. The woman’s tongue lashed out and he suddenly felt sick in the gut with the dose of pheromones she’d unleashed.
"Could you please give me my mate back?" He knew that only by saying they were mated would they believe he had any claim on her.
The woman was the first to remove herself, revealing Helena’s face, flushed and glistening with liquid. As if she’d just realized someone else was in the room, Helena looked over at him and gasped. "Gaa, get out of here, Nate!" She slapped her arms over her breasts as the moon man slid out of her, revealing a rather large, erect cock.
"Honey, I’d say it’s a bit too late for modesty."
"What is your name, Earthman?" the male asked with a sneer.
"Nate Terra and this is my mate. I insist that you release her now."
"We are not finished with her." The woman’s lips turned to a pout and again he felt the kick in the gut from pheromones. She seemed even more beautiful than before. So did the de Luna man, which was a bit disturbing.
"Nate, why…?"
"She’s my mate. Hand her over now." His stance was meant to display strength and aggression.
"Oh, if you insist," the man said, scratching his chest.
They’d moved far enough from the bed that Nate felt safer moving to Helena’s side. She sat up, looking dazed. "I can’t believe you did this."
He ignored her confusion, grabbed her elbow, and hefted her from the bed. "I need my clothes," she said.
"No, you don’t."
"Yes, I do. Of course I need my clothes, you fool." She struggled against his grasp.
"She does not act like your mate."
"She’s a mate in need of some discipline, and believe me, she’ll be getting it." Sensing the de Lunas’ doubt, Nate scooped Helena into his arms and stalked toward the door.
Coming to Loose Id Sept. 26th!
