Being put in a headlock didn’t seem to dampen Kaden’s arousal at all. I’d go so far as to say, his erection looked bigger.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Kaden’s twin chuckled again. “Yes, we are both still very hard, Enforcer Dru.” I felt something like velvet-coated steel press against the small of my back and I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me, naked, the massive pole of his cock jutting up from a very nice thatch of thick black hair. “And we will remain hard until we sink our cocks into your sweet, sweet cunt and tight, tight ass.”
My pussy—still fluttering from the ghost of my orgasm—constricted in eager want. Two cocks at once? My mouth went dry, my heart quickened, but I returned my glare to Kaden, trapped by my leg. “That may very well be the case,” I answered, once again struggling to keep my voice composed, “and I would be lying if I said I’m not looking forward to such an event, however, it’s not going to happen until you tell me why you are here—both of you—and why I can’t deactivate the Q-42?”
Kaden smoothed his hand up the length of my thigh pressed to the back of his head, a gleam of something very mischievous in his green eyes. “We cannot tell you that, but we can—”
He didn’t finish. At least not with any sound recognizable as words. I’d tightened the muscles in my leg quickly. So quickly, my tech-enhanced strength locked around his neck with such force, for a second his breath was choked in his squeezed throat.
For a second.
And then, in a move even faster than my bio-engineered vision could track, he grabbed my hip in one large hand as Kad grabbed my shoulder and before I knew it, I was on my back again, held down by the pair of them. Pinned to the bench by two sets of hands.
“Now that’s what the Anika from my dimension would have done about five minutes ago.” Kad chuckled, running his gaze rather indolently over my spread-eagled body. My exposed breasts grew heavy at the inspection, my pussy grew tighter. Wetter. I was more than aware I was basically at their mercy. If Kaden could dislodge me that effortlessly, fighting the pair of them was damn out of the question.
Kaden circled his fingers harder around my wrist and ankle, his eyes green fire. “Trust us when we tell you, Anika Dru, there are other ways we could have stopped you messing up the temporal and dimensional tapestry.” The edge of menace in his smooth voice stole the breath from my throat. As did the heat in his gaze. “Ways not so…enjoyable as this.”
“Ways,” Kad continued, releasing his grip on my other wrist and tracing a slow, straight line along the inside of my arm until his fingertips brushed the side swell of my breast, “that would have you screaming for an entirely different reason.”
I ground my teeth, struggling to draw air into my lungs. I was both excited and scared. “Then I should say thank you.”
The words tasted almost sour on my tongue, but the throbbing beat between my thighs lessened the bitter after-taste. Despite being held down, vulnerable, I had never been hornier.
Well, I thought I hadn’t.
A shimmer in the room, a swirl of kaleidoscopic lights in the space between my ankles, proved I could get a whole lot hornier.
For the swirl of shimmering lights dissipated into a man. A man naked save for a slave collar and skin-tight black leather pants.
Another Kaden. Standing between my spread legs.
With an erection the size of a Tellaxion viper and a pair of io-cuffs dangling from his right hand.
“Hello, Ani,” he murmured, the sides of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. “Ready?”
Chapter 4
Holy fuck, there was another one of them.
Three Kadens. Three.
I almost came there and then.
I stared at the man towering over me, my lips parting. God, what did I call this one?
“To save confusion,” the newcomer said, stepping deeper into the wide V my spread legs made, “think of me as Den.” He placed the hand not holding the io-cuffs on my inner thigh, high enough to brush the tip of his thump against the already hyper-sensitive flesh of my pussy lips.
I gasped, staring hard into his eyes.
On my left, holding my wrist and ankle, Kaden stood over me, his gaze just as smoldering and intense as the man between my legs. “You are a pivotal person in all our dimensions, Anika.” The smooth strength of his voice caressed my senses like a physical caress. “The moment it was discovered what you would do to the Q-42 in this dimension I had to stop you.”
I studied him, the words almost insignificant to the situation. I was being held down by two versions of the same man—a gorgeous, sexually addictive man—while a third version stood between my spread legs holding a pair of handcuffs. Were words important?
Yes, the cop part of my mind whispered, struggling to be heard over the roaring of my very horny, excited blood. They are. Before you let all three do what you know all three are going to do, you need at least one answer. One. If you don’t get that, you may as well hand in your Enforcer ID chip, rent a cubicle here on ‘Port Mercy and hire a booth on Blow-Job alley.
I swallowed, testing Kaden and Kad’s grip on my wrists. They were like a vice and I knew I would have difficulty living up to my internal pep-talk. Still, for my own pride and sense of self-worth, I had to ask. Two amazing orgasms ago I’d been a super-cop. “What does the Q-42 do? Why does it need to continue to exist here?”
Kad stepped closer to me, his trouser-contained erection brushing my hip. His green eyes sparkled, the undeniable mirth that seemed only his somehow muted in their depths. “The battle-droid will activate a self-destruct mechanism when confronted, incinerating an individual of extreme importance. If that were to happen in this dimensional plane, the temporal and dimensional tapestry will not only unravel, it will be totally torn asunder.”
The words were far too serious to be coming from lips curled in a cheeky grin. Clearly, Kad thought the whole thing humorous. Or was hiding something.
“Who’s the individual who gets turned to toast?” I asked, trying like hell to ignore the feel of Den’s hand working its way closer to my pussy. It was a struggle. His fingers continually feathered over the swollen lips of my sex, the thin leather of my skin-tight pants providing almost zero protection from their gentle touch.
“That’s not your concern,” Den murmured. His fingers stroked my slit, and this time there was nothing gentle about the caress. “What concerns you now is how many times you are going to come.”
My throat grew thick.
Kad chuckled on my right. “Can I make a prediction?”
Den cocked an eyebrow, his gaze roaming my face.
I move my stare from his face, to Kad’s and then over to Kaden. Three men. Three cocks. Three tongues. Thirty fingers…
The math made my head spin and my pussy constrict.
“Ten.” Kad chuckled again, nudging the curve of my waist with his rigid cock, the course material of his combat trousers doing nothing to hide the steely heat of its length.
On my left, Kaden released my wrist and smoothed his hand down my arm, over the swell of my breast, across the flat plane of my belly before removing it from my body and holding it out, palm upwards. “The very number I was thinking.”
“Same here,” Den murmured, handing Kaden the io-cuffs.
With that same lightning speed he’d surprised me with earlier, Kaden released my ankle and snared my wrist a mere moment earlier held by Kad. I heard the faint hum of the io-cuffs activating and then the icy burn of their energy bands cinching around my wrists, locking them together.
“Perfect.” He smoothed his hand down my arm in a move almost identical to Kad’s. “You are perfect, Anika.” He skimmed the upward curve of my breast, circled its puckered nipple once, twice with his fingertip. “Even before your tech upgrade, you were perfect.”
I looked at him, unable to tear my stare from his face. “How do you know…we’ve never…”
Kaden’s gaze roamed over me, a languid exploration that made my cunt grow w
arm with damp anticipation. “I’ve met you once before,” he answered, drawing the tip of his finger over my nipple before giving it a little pinch. “In Kad’s dimension.”
“I pulled him there,” Kad continued, his hands—now free of holding me pinned to the bench—began their own journey on my body, smoothing over my breast, my ribcage, back to my breast. “I’d never fucked a woman so amazing, so athletic. So…desirable, before. When I met you in ‘Port Mercy in my dimension, I knew I had to share.”
“And then,” Den added, both his hands now on my inner thighs, his thumbs rubbing my clit through my pants, “I fucked you in my dimension and I had to do so again. So I came here.”
Something flickered in Den’s eyes, a darkness I couldn’t fathom. I wanted to ask why he had to come to my dimension, but before I could he curled his fingers around the waistband of my pants and ripped them apart. Just like that.
The room’s cool air kissed my cunt, already drenched from my two previous orgasms. I cried out, the raw sound captured by Kaden’s mouth.
He kissed me, his lips slanting over mine for a brief second with gentle passion. And then a growl reverberated through his chest and the kiss turned wild. Hungry. Starved.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, mating with mine. His teeth bit at my lips.
“I love the sight of you being kissed by me,” Kad said, his normally flippant voice somehow tight.
“I love the sight of you being kissed by both of me.” Den’s breath painted my sex, warming it from the room’s chill. “Almost as much as I love the sight of this gorgeous, sweet cunt of yours spread before me.”
“Good point,” Kad came back.
Something warm closed around my nipple—the one not being twisted and flicked by Kaden as he kissed me. Kad’s lips. Oh, by the gods, Kad was suckling on my breast while Kaden made love to my mouth.
Shards of squirming tension speared into my core and I lifted my hips, pushing my pussy closer to Den’s mouth.
I heard him laugh, a low dirty laugh very similar to Kad’s but still different—harder, darker. He stroked the seam of my pussy lips with his finger, once down, once up and, as I thrust my hips higher, he replaced his finger with his tongue.
Oh…holy fuck.
The exclamation razed through my mind in a raw groan. It felt so good. So good. To be kissed by Kaden, suckled on by Kad and now, sucked out by Den. So good.
I moaned into Kaden’s mouth, arching, straining against the io-cuffs.
Den’s tongue stabbed into my folds, rolled over my clit. I whimpered into Kaden’s mouth, the sound vibrating all the way into the pit of my belly. Den stroked at my clit again, a low moan sounding in his own throat. He licked at my sex over and over, stroking the tiny swollen nub of sensitive hooded flesh, delving past the velvet-soft lips of my pussy, drawing them into his mouth to suck on them with just as much fervor as Kad sucked on my nipple.
My head, already swimming with pleasure-induced euphoria, swam some more and I tugged against the io-cuffs. I wanted to tangle my fingers into Kaden and Kad’s hair. I wanted to—no, I needed to hold the thick, silken black strands and anchor myself to them for fear of being swept away in the tsunami of rapture flooding through me. Every breath I drew filled me with greater desire. I could smell my own lust on the air—musky and ripe with wanton joy. I could hear it as well. Den’s tongue lapped at my sodden cunt with such talented expertise I knew my cream coated my sex, my thighs…his lips and chin.
And still, I ached for more.
More. I wanted not just to be sucked by these three singular men. I wanted to be fucked by them in the base and elemental sense of the word as well. I wanted to feel Kaden’s thick, hard cock slamming into my sex. I wanted to feel Kad’s cock sink into my tight ass. I wanted Den’s cock to thrust into my mouth.
Three cocks. And I wanted all of them to be penetrating me at once.
The squirming heat in the pit of my belly grew more insistent and I moaned once again.
“Oh, Anika,” Kaden ground out against my lips. “I know what you want.”
He dragged his mouth down over my chin, along my jaw. His teeth found my earlobe at the exact moment Den’s teeth found my clit and Kad’s teeth closed down on my nipple.
I cried out, the rush of concentrated pain filling my core with squeezing, exquisite pleasure.
Kad chuckled against my breast, smoothing his hands over the flat plane of my belly. His fingers brushed the curve of my mound and, as if he’d uttered the command aloud, Den lifted his head to allow Kad’s fingers to slip into my drenched sex.
“Oh, yes,” I ground out, pushing my hips up to his hand. “Yes.”
“You want more than this, don’t you,” Den stated, rising to his feet. “You want to be utterly possessed by us.”
I couldn’t deny it. I did. So damn much, may Otyn save me.
Kad rubbed his fingers over my clit, the friction both lost and heightened by the river of my juices slewing from my pussy. I know it makes no sense, but that’s the only way I can think of to describe it. I was wetter than a river and it made Kad’s fingers slick over my clit with ease. A horrible, wonderful situation. I wanted it rough, hard. Almost cruel, and yet, the fluid ease of his caress on my clit was deliciously arousing.
Den gazed down at me, his lips curled into a small smile, the likes of which I had not seen on either of his counterpart’s faces. “She wants it from all from us because she is passionate and lives life beyond fear,” he whispered, and for a brief moment I saw something sad in his eyes.
And then it was gone. Replaced by a desire so hot I forgot how to breathe.
Kad and Kaden suckled on my breasts, Kad’s fingers buried in my sex, Kaden’s hands exploring my body. I lay there on the bench, held trapped by my own licentious want and Den’s burning gaze.
He stepped out of the V of my spread thighs, his stare holding mine. “I am close to coming, Ani,” he said, releasing the fasteners on his slave trousers. “Seeing you again after so…” He stopped, clenched his jaw. Stepped closer to me. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock again. More than you could ever comprehend.”
Kaden lifted his head to look at Den, his face all but hidden from me. Something passed between them, I don’t know what, before Kaden straightened slowly, unfurling his towering frame until he stood facing Den.
For a horrible second I thought he was going to stop it all—an unreadable tightness pinched at the edges of his dark eyes—and I shook my head, straining toward him even as Kad continued to worship my breast. Kaden was the original. The man I had followed. My Kaden. I didn’t want him to leave. Ever.
He didn’t. Instead, he nodded once at Den and then turned to face me, leaning over to snare my bound wrists in one firm grip. “Kad,” he muttered, and before I knew what was happening, Kad stepped away from me and Kaden pulled me to my feet.
I stood motionless, studying his eyes. My heart slammed hard in my chest, my blood scorched through my veins, my tech sung.
“Every choice creates a different possibility.” He lifted one hand and placed it against my jaw, cupping my face with gentle care. “All except this choice, Anika.”
I felt Kad step behind me, his hands roaming my belly, up my ribcage to my breasts. His hard body pressed to my back, his erection nudging the crack of my ass. “Do you understand, Enforcer Dru?” he whispered in my ear, his hands sliding down my arms until his fingers circled my wrists. “There are no other dimensional threads spun out by this.” With very little resistance from me, he raised my arms until they were above my head. “The dimensional and temporal tapestry is fixed on this moment.”
I couldn’t pull my stare from Kaden’s unreadable green stare. My juices trickled down my legs, my nipples ached from the want to be sucked and bitten. Something significant was happening here and all I could think about was being fucked by all three at once.
So much for being a super-cop.
Kaden stepped closer to me, so close he stood beneath the circle of my arms. His
thighs brushed mine and I quickly wondered when he’d removed his trousers. Almost as quickly as I reveled in the fact he was naked. “We all three have our own dimensional homes, Anika.” His voice—a low, husky kiss on my senses—made my breath shaky. “And in all three, you’ve made some…unwise…choices. But this choice, well…there is no other. It was weaved before you were even born.”
The finality of his statement should have made me uncomfortable. Or at least, petrified. What I felt however, was an overwhelming sense of completion.
When Kaden placed his hands on my hips and tugged me the miniscule distance between us, I gladly went, lowering my arms around his back until I held him in an unbreakable embrace.
When he began to sink to the ground, I gladly went with him, the hard pressure of Kad behind me telling me he was lowering himself to the floor with us.
With very little effort, Kad settled me on his lap, his strong arms holding my weight just enough above his legs my ass cheeks didn’t press his thighs. Close enough for me to feel the bulbous head of his cock push on the puckered hole of my anus—the tight entry his fingers and thumb had explored so thoroughly earlier.
Kaden touched a fingertip beneath my chin, titling my face up until he could gaze into my eyes. Kneeling between my thighs, his cock rubbing the curve of my mound, he pressed his other hand to my drenched sex, his fingers touching me for the first time since he’d finger-fucked me against the wall. “Oh, you are so wet, Anika.” He smeared my juices all over my spread crotch, over my pleasure-swollen pussy lips and the tight hole of my anus. Painting me with the product of my own desire. “So wet. So ready. Aren’t you?”
Mouth dry, pulse rapid, pussy sopping, I nodded. I was. I knew what was going to happen next. Knew and ached for it. “Yes,” I said aloud.
And the second the word left my lips, Kad lowered me onto his cock. A slow, steady impaling of his long hard flesh into my untried anus.
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