Auctioned: A Dark Sci-Fi Menage Romance

by Piper Stone

  “I think it’s only fair that I told you in person. The rules of the auction are still in effect.”

  “On paper only, Greson. Besides, Casey has no desire to see me again. I hope that she will allow you into her life even in some small way and I wish you well.” The words spewing out of my mouth were so plastic.

  “That’s it? You’re giving up?”

  “Not giving up. I’m being realistic.”

  Before he had an opportunity to open his mouth, the indication of another visitor prompted a growl.

  Greson chuckled. “Same old Draze. Moody.”

  I rolled my eyes and walked to the console, the unexpected visitor giving me pause. When the door finally opened, the exasperated look on the young man’s face was disconcerting.

  “Lieutenant. Is there an issue?”

  “I’m sorry to bother you, Commander Haern, but there’s been a breach in security that I thought you should know about.” He looked back and forth from Greson’s face to mine.

  “Breach?” Greson asked, inching closer. “Here?”

  “On Earth. We just received word that several of the prisoners have escaped during a transfer to a maximum level security facility.” The lieutenant was antsy.

  “Which prisoners?” I hissed.

  “One of them is Sergeant Sykes of the United Federation of Officers,” he answered.

  “Fuck,” Greson groaned.

  “And there’s more.” The lieutenant stepped closer.

  My instinct told me exactly what he was about to say. “Yes?”

  “In his cell was a list of sorts, names. On that list was Detective Roberts.”

  Every cell in my body was on edge as adrenaline flowed through me. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

  “Yes, sir.” He backed away, nodding before moving down the corridor.

  I smashed my hand against the door after it was closed. “Damn it!”

  “What the hell do we do?” Greson asked.

  I turned toward him, knowing exactly what had to happen. “We capture him and this time, he will be prosecuted on our planet.” The man would die by my hands. I only hoped we would be able to save her in time.

  * * *

  Casey

  “Good night, Casey.”

  I waved toward a colleague before heading out of the office, breathing in the scent of the night air. The weather was warm, the moon full and bright. I stopped for a few seconds, keeping my head tilted toward the sky and all I could think about was Draze and Greson.

  Again.

  As I always did this time of night.

  I shook my head, rubbing my hand over my heart. The ache hadn’t lessened at all. I couldn’t stop missing them. Damn it. After everything that had occurred between us, including betrayal, my mind was unable to process not being with them.

  I was crazy as fuck.

  Laughing, I took one last glance at the beautiful orb, allowing the same visions to enter my mind. They always led off the erotic and passionate dreams I had just about every night.

  A shiver trickled down my spine, a hint of the same electricity I’d felt with them. I could swear I still felt their heartache, or maybe I was just hoping they had remorse and need and desire and...

  Stop it. Let it go.

  I took long strides, heading away from the office. The days had been extremely long, tedious in every manner, forcing exhaustion to settle in. While changes were occurring, I’d been unsettled for over two weeks, certain that something horrific was about to happen. I’d been told I was suffering from an ancient malady, PTSD, a product of what I’d been through.

  I knew better.

  I was plugged into everything that was going on, relying on my instincts as a cop and as a woman more than I ever had. The continued unrest was something to be concerned about even though President Marchant had a firm grasp on the situation.

  Maybe I was just overanalyzing everything.

  Maybe I was just... missing them.

  Hissing, I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my head down as I headed to my apartment. I’d been lucky my place hadn’t been given to anyone else, although it had been tossed in an effort to find horrible evidence against me. What I wanted more than anything was to spend time at my father’s cabin.

  Perhaps one day, when things slowed down.

  I bit back a laugh and continued on my way. Within seconds, I realized I was daydreaming again, thinking about their gorgeous rugged bodies and thick, throbbing cocks. My mouth watered from the thought of dropping to my knees, slathering kisses and licks from one shaft to the other. And the notion of having one cock in my pussy and another in my ass? Perfection.

  I allowed a giggle to surface as I wiggled my bottom just for the hell of it. Maybe what I needed was a hard spanking about now.

  There were very few people out, the curfew still in effect. While I had a pass given my profession, I didn’t like being out this late. There were still too many criminals on the streets and I was in no mood to have to kick some ass. My muscles ached from the long hours.

  The light breeze wafted across me and once again, I thought about the Malzeon planet, hoping that one day they would find the light. As I rounded the corner, I gathered a whiff of what seemed like some type of fuel. That concept was odd at best. Almost no equipment used actual fuel any longer, the substance having been forbidden years before. But I knew my chemicals, had studied them.

  Gasoline.

  What the hell?

  I eased my weapon from the holster, moving against one of the trees and scanning the perimeter. There was nothing out of place, nothing to indicate where the smell was coming from. Still keeping the weapon in both hands, I advanced, taking careful steps toward the building. I heard laughter coming from somewhere, but nothing else except for the wind whipping through the trees.

  But my hackles were raised.

  The closer I got to the building, the tighter my chest became, but the stench had almost disappeared. Maybe someone had illegally tossed out a can of some type of cleaner. That would account for the smell.

  I eased the weapon back into the holster, moving toward the entrance. I took one last look for anything that seemed out of place. So much for my cop instincts. Smiling, I headed toward my door, my legs heavier than normal.

  A nice glass of wine, a long bath, and maybe for once uninterrupted sleep.

  When my communication unit buzzed, I knew all that had been a pipe dream. I grabbed the unit as I stood in front of my brand new security feature, the laser scan moving across my eyes for recognition. President Marchant had insisted on the installation after the various threats I’d received.

  Everyone seemed to know my name and the effect I’d had on disbanding the New World Order. A number of them wanted to see me dead.

  “What’s up, Johnny?”

  “A prison break.”

  “What?”

  As one of my detectives rattled off the information, I moved quickly inside, shifting my hand over the communications unit as I called out to the apartment controls, “Lights, please in rooms one and two.” I turned my attention back to the call. An escape couldn’t have come at a worse time.

  Darkness.

  I realized there was absolute darkness. There was no way for my system to be controlled unless... Then another whiff of the gasoline hit me hard. Within seconds, flames erupted all around me, licking at the walls almost immediately. “Get help to my apartment now!” I ended the call quickly, grabbing my weapon, but I felt the presence in the room just seconds before something was placed over my head, yanking me back.

  “You little bitch. If you really thought you could destroy our cause, you were wrong.”

  I could hear the crackling sounds of the fire as it roared through my apartment, destroying everything that I’d thought dear to me.

  The sound of Sergeant Sykes laughing filtered into my ear as the thin piece of wire cut into my skin, cutting off my air supply. I managed to kick out, but he was too strong, dragging me backwards. I fough
t, knocking over everything I could reach but with the soundproofed walls, no one would hear.

  Or care.

  I continued to struggle, shifting until I was able to slam my foot into his knee. The man barely budged. He tugged harder, twisting the metal around my neck as stars began to float in front of my eyes.

  “You will die for your sins, burning in fire,” he hissed. “Just like you deserve. Just like your father deserved. I enjoyed watching him die, writhing on the ground in pain.”

  “Fuck. You,” I managed. Still fighting. Still...

  I could feel the heat rushing toward me, flames licking at my feet. Oh, God. I was going to die.

  As a bright light surrounded me, I could feel my heart pulsing in my neck. I knew I was dying. I’d never believed in God or religion in any manner, but seeing the golden light gave me some kind of comfort.

  Until all hell seemed to break loose.

  I was suddenly pitched forward as the sergeant was yanked by an unseen entity, tossed with enough force that I heard the slam of his body a solid fifty feet away. A savage roar erupted, more beast than man. As I dropped to my knees, I struggled to remove the wire, taking shallow breaths. The scent... I...

  Greson.

  “You’re going to be all right,” he whispered, snapping the wire and freeing me. As he gathered me into his arms, I was able to take a quick glance toward the second savior the moment before he began to tear the man apart with his bare hands.

  Draze.

  I slumped against Greson, trying to make sense of what had just occurred but the only thing on my mind was a single thought.

  They were my heroes, men who I... loved.

  * * *

  There was no way to describe the beautiful day, the bright sun and the sound of rippling water. I’d spent the better part of two days working on the landscaping outside my father’s cabin, finally getting some control over the jungle.

  At least I’d had help.

  Two big, brawny, beautiful boys.

  Only they weren’t exactly boys. They were... aliens, disguised as roughhewn men. Just the way I liked them. I brushed my hand down my neck, allowing my fingers to dip into the bodice of my shirt. I hadn’t taken a vacation in years, but after the incident with Sykes, I’d been required to.

  And it had been heaven.

  Mostly because I had my own protection detail and they weren’t allowing me out of their sight.

  At least the entire group of prisoners had been rounded up. I was happy dozens of prisoners would get exactly what was coming to them. Hard labor on a distant star planet, foraging through rocks in an effort to find minerals.

  To help save the Malzeon planet.

  To continue building certain Earth reserves.

  And Sergeant Sykes? There hadn’t been enough of his remains after the horrific fire to identify.

  Soon, the two men who called me their own would return to Malzeon, accepting their positions as leaders of a new government.

  And I would go with them, very proud to stand by their side. I was impressed at what Draze had shared, the lengths he’d gone to in order to ensure the Valtar price would remain a part of the new realm of leadership. If only our world had learned such patience and virtue.

  Maybe it was still possible.

  “You left without our permission,” Greson said as he walked outside.

  “I’m still on the porch, you know.”

  “You are well aware of the parameters as set forth by the two men who own you,” he answered, placing his hands on my hips, yanking me against him.

  Owned.

  A lot had occurred in a few days, including finally letting go and forgiving them. And as crazy as the admittance had been to myself, I wanted to belong to them. Maybe some would call me crazy, but the love I felt was too strong.

  “I only broke the rules a teeny tiny bit,” I purred, grinding my bottom against him. The feel of his throbbing cock pushing hard against the seam of his pants was far too delicious.

  And I was very hungry.

  “Such a tease,” he hissed.

  “Yes, she is,” Draze said as he walked outside, moving closer to the railing. He took a deep whiff of the spring air before tipping his head in my direction. “You’re long overdue for a spanking.”

  “I’ve been very good,” I countered.

  “Let’s see. You placed yourself in danger by refusing to follow your own agency’s safety protocol. You refused to talk with the two men who put their life on the line for you. You refuse to follow any rules.” Draze rubbed his jaw. “You’re overdue. Take off your clothes.”

  I could see he was only partially teasing. When I took a step back, drinking in the man who was my lover, my protector, and my master, I shuddered. I was completely aroused, as I’d been for days, the longing building to a frenzy. They were insatiable, taking me several times a day, their needs savage in nature.

  And I’d loved every second of it.

  I wasted no time, removing my clothes, tossing them aside. I scanned the area, embarrassment creeping up along my jawline. Even though the cabin was secluded, there was always a chance that someone would see us.

  “Lean over the railing,” Greson instructed.

  In his hand I could see a strap. Where had that come from? I did as I was told, my nipples aching, longing to be plucked. I was on fire, my pussy clenching and releasing.

  “I think thirty will do nicely for now. More to come later,” Draze growled, the tone husky and dripping with longing.

  Every time the man spoke, I almost melted from the sound. I did adore him.

  I gripped the railing tightly, taking several deep breaths as the strap came down, one stroke after the other. The tingling sensations quickly turned into something much more, pain exploding along my already warm bottom.

  “Ouch. That hurts,” I purred once again, already knowing the answer I’d receive.

  “Punishments are supposed to hurt,” Draze said, taking the strap from Greson’s hand. As he brought down the thick leather in four rapid successions, I could swear I felt the ground beneath us rumble.

  As if he was ready to transition.

  And my excitement roared to the surface.

  He continued the spanking, slapping my upper thighs before caressing my bruised bottom. “You will wear our marks for days. Soon, you will learn to obey.”

  “Yes, sir.” I bit back a whimper as he started again, realizing I’d lost count. I spread my legs even farther apart, struggling to stay upright. The electricity shooting through me was incredible, mind-blowing in so many ways. They simply had that effect on me.

  Greson added four more hard strikes before I heard the strap being tossed. I closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths and I knew they were undressing. Ready to take me.

  Fuck me.

  Use me.

  I was shivering all over from the anticipation.

  The men were obviously very hungry, refusing to wait. I was yanked into Draze’s arms, forced to straddle his waist while Greson rubbed his hands down my spine, cupping my ass.

  “I can’t wait to be in that pretty little pussy of yours,” Draze said in an almost inaudible tone.

  “And taking your tight ass is perfect,” Greson added.

  I wiggled back and forth, almost intoxicated from the scent of them. As Draze lifted me, positioning my quivering pussy over his cockhead, I gripped his shoulders. “I want to see you, all of you.”

  Draze’s eyes opened wide, a husky sound slipping past his lips. “Soon, my pet. Soon.” He yanked me down, jutting his hips forward at the same time.

  His cock filled me entirely, my muscles clamping around the thick invasion. “Oh, God. Oh...” Everything was so intense, stars floating in front of my eyes.

  Greson would not be denied. As Draze held me still, leaning down and capturing my mouth, Greson slipped the tip of his shaft just inside my asshole. I kept my eyes closed as he pushed in an inch at a time until he was fully seated.

  I moaned into the k
iss as Draze dominated my tongue, his cock driving in and out in practiced motions. I’d never felt so loved or at peace.

  Greson tossed his head back and roared as he thrust the entire length inside, nearly splitting me in two. The wave of electricity shooting through me was more powerful than I’d felt before, curling my toes as an orgasm threatened to take over.

  Together, the two men fucked me long and hard, both rolling onto the balls of their feet as they plunged in savage actions, stealing my breath. I was alive and on fire, every muscle tingling.

  When Draze broke the kiss, he howled like a true beast, tossing his head back and forth. When he lowered his gaze, I noticed the change in his eyes. He was becoming the beast I’d seen in the forest, the man who’d saved my life the first time from creatures who were slowly dying from the effects of the gas.

  One of two men I’d fallen head of heels in love with.

  “You belong to us. Our woman. Our pet. Our love.” Draze’s voice was much deeper, the rumble breathtaking. “And we do love you.”

  As the two men continued indulging me with ravaging passion, the entire world as I knew it seemed to change in only a few seconds as they began to transform into their true beasts.

  Men of honor.

  Men of respect.

  Men of passion.

  Earth would always be my place of birth, owning a piece of my heart and providing incredible memories, but home was truly where the heart was. And mine had been firmly placed in their hands. Together in peace, I knew that our world stood a chance at not only surviving but thriving and I only hope that the beautiful hybrid children of our two distinct cultures would help bridge a union for now and forever.

  Including the child I carried by two brilliant, amazing heroes.

  The End

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