Raines, Elizabeth - Covert [Wicked Missions 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

speak to you?” She glanced over to look at Will and then at Tanner. “In private.”
    “We have a lot of work to do, Alayna. Can’t it wait?”
    “I suppose…” Her gaze caught Tanner’s, the heat there unmistakable, and he felt his cock surge back to life.
    Damn, but he wanted her with an intensity he’d never felt before for any woman. This blinding need for Alayna was drowning him. Every time he caught her scent, all he wanted to do was grab her, throw her on the table, sink his dick inside that tight, hot pussy, and—
    “Mr. O’Brien!” His instructor’s angry eyes were hot enough to melt Canada in January.
    “Sorry, ma’am.” Tanner shifted in his seat, trying to get his erect cock into a comfortable position without touching himself too obviously.
    Alayna shook her head. “ That’s why I need to speak to you in private.”
    “Because Tanner can’t seem to stop staring at you?”
    “Yes. I mean no. I mean…” She clenched her hands into fists and pounded them against the table before erupting like a volcano. “Why can’t I stop smelling them? I’m dying here! Every time I see Tanner or Will…every time I catch their scents…I…I…” Throwing her hands in the air, she let out a moan that sounded so incredibly sexy, Tanner’s libido responded, making him lick his lips simply thinking about how much he wanted to fuck her.
    A knowing smile spread over Betinsa’s face. “You want them.”
    Such a matter-of-fact statement . If Alayna was half as affected by his and Will’s scent as he was by hers, she had to be going out of her mind. He certainly was. Every thought was wrapped up in her—all the erotic things he wanted to do to her, all the erotic things he wanted Will to do to her. All the erotic things they could do to her together .
    If he stayed around Alayna too much longer, breathing in that intoxicating, feminine perfume, he was going to cream his jumpsuit.
    Alayna groaned. “I don’t understand this! I’ve never been this…I don’t think about…” She took a deep breath that didn’t seem to help much. Then she shouted, “All I can think about is sex!”
    From the moment Betinsa had come into their lives, she’d been nothing but business. Her expressions were severe, her manners abrupt, and every word out of her mouth about the mission. Yet at that moment, the Fraiquan looked as if she was going to burst out laughing. Such an odd reaction. “I understand.”
    “You understand? How?”
    “Alayna,” Betinsa said, putting her hand over one of Alayna’s, “I, too, have been through the comchi . I know how strong the need to mate can be. I wasn’t sure whether you would face it or not. Evidently, the genetic change truly made you Fraiquan.”
    “What’s a comchi ?” Will asked, beating Tanner to the punch.
    “All Fraiquan females must take mates when they reach the age of the comchi .”
    Only one word registered. “ Mates? Did you say—”
    “Mates.” Betinsa kept on smiling.
    “Oh, I get it. You’re talking about them pretending to be my husbands.”
    “No, Alayna. I mean mates —men who are bonded to you for the rest of their lives. I have two husbands because all Fraiquan women marry their two mates.”
    “But we’re humans!” Will insisted. “And we’re not really getting married.”
    “None of you are fully human any longer,” Betinsa replied. “Alayna, we can talk to Dr. Morton to see if perhaps we can control the comchi by blocking all your hormones. You have much to learn before we send you to Fraiqua. If you do not deal with the comchi, you will not be able to concentrate.” She nodded at Tanner and then Will. “Your pheromones will keep distracting them as well.”
    This whole thing seemed ridiculous. They were humans, not animals. “It can’t be pheromones,” Tanner grumbled.
    Their instructor arched a black eyebrow. “You believe not? Then tell me, what did I teach you this morning about how to react if Alayna tells you to bis mitard