Setzan trailed his fingers around her breast, teasing her, sending the most delicious tingles though her body. Her nipple tightened. He grazed the underside of her breast, not quite touching where she wanted him to, yet she resisted the urge to wriggle so that he might relieve her tension.
Rujali massaged his lips over hers, brushing them so gently she could barely feel them. Where Setzan’s hands teased, Rujali used his lips. Wet heat on her hip had her looking to see Klaej nibbling her skin from his position between her thighs.
“That is a good idea, brothers. I want to taste her in her sweetest of spots. I wonder if she tastes like her delicious scent,” Rujali said while he nuzzled her.
Klaej skimmed her arm with his teeth, so light she could barely feel it, his teeth stark white against the swirling greens of his skin. He held her gaze with his as his tongue slipped between his sensuous lips to lap where his teeth had nipped.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin. She vaguely thought that this was where she should be struggling, in the very least verbally protesting to get them to stop, but she just couldn’t make herself do anything other than let her thighs part as Klaej eased between her legs. His breath fanned over her exposed flesh, igniting an arousal that came crashing from nowhere.
Setzan breathed in deeply through his nose, his fingers circling her nipple. She arched her back, trying to move her breast into his hand. His touch disappeared and she whimpered. His deep rumble of a chuckle told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
An urgent need swept through her, as desperate as that of her next breath. These men were experts at seduction, and it seemed she didn’t have the willpower to deny them.
Or to deny herself.
Because, despite all logic, there was no fear. No concern.
She was safe.
And she was on edge. She wanted them to touch her. Needed them to touch her.
Craved it.
Her eyes flickered shut as Rujali teased her lips. She lifted her head, and he moved away. Her body thrummed with unspent urgency. They worked her body. Caressing. Teasing. She was a flurry of need.
“Just say the word, mate, and we will illustrate how much we want you in very fine detail.” Rujali suckled her lips, and then slid the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She moved to catch his mouth in return, but he evaded her.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She had never done anything in her life like this before. It was so wanton. So reckless. It didn’t make any sense, and yet, if they didn’t touch her how she wanted them to touch her, she was going to scream. She arched her back, her thighs falling open. There was no question in her mind. She wanted this. Wanted them to love her.
Maybe she would let herself feel what it was like to be fully desired. Maybe even loved. Just for a short time. Just this once.
“Tell us, mate. Utter those words we want to hear. Your wish is our command.” Setzan brushed the pad of his thumb across her nipple. Klaej gently kissed her inner thigh, and Rujali skimmed the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear.
She groaned as the tingles zapped right to her pussy. Her unfulfilled, very wet pussy.
She almost sobbed the words, “I beg you. Please. Please show me how much you want me.”
Chapter Nine
Riley
Riley’s brain short circuited as hands and mouths descended on her. Hard bodies pressed on every inch of her flesh, stroking, teasing, caressing. Rujali captured her mouth and she opened wide as his tongue lashed against hers.
Setzan sucked her breast and teased her nipple with strokes and flicks of his tongue while Klaej laved the length of her slit before embedding his fingers inside her and latching onto her clit.
Her body licked with heat and each muscle clenched as an orgasm rocketed through her. She gasped as she flew over the precipice into glorious pleasure and was lost in a wash of golden light before she floated back into her body.
“I… I didn’t…” She couldn’t seem to form words. Her body’s reaction had sideswiped her, stripping her of her defenses into a realm where there was only physical pleasure.
“How does she taste, brother?” Rujali’s soft growl penetrated the haze in her brain.
She was so strummed out, she barely registered Klaej still lapping at her sensitive flesh. She glanced down her body to see him staring at her, keeping eye contact as he swirled his tongue around her clit. She drew in a sharp breath and her body jerked as sensation flickered through her body.
His mouth curved in a satisfied smile, the glint in his eyes almost evil.
“She is a rare delicacy. One I will be forever hungry for.” Klaej eased his fingers in and out of her in slow strokes, teasing her, keeping her on an edge where arousal simmered through her veins.
She’d never seen a look quite like that—between longing and joy, worship and eagerness. The men she’d slept with went down on her as a duty, a thing they did before penetration, and they never wore a look quite like the one Klaej had on his face. Nor did he shift to position himself at her entrance like she expected.
“Then I will taste her and satisfy my curiosity. Hold her, Setzan, so that I may have my fill,” Rujali said.
“Of course, brother. Anything for her pleasure.” Setzan shifted behind her and settled her back on his chest, his legs on either side of her. He pressed his erection into her back, as though he couldn’t help touching her with every inch of his body.
Rujali traced his mouth down her body, leaving a fiery heated trail where his tongue lapped her flesh. He settled between her thighs and his gaze caught on her intimate folds. He stared at her, as though he’d found his most desired treasure.
Riley was no prude, but she didn’t like unwarranted attention on that part of her body, but right here, right now, it was totally hot. And she felt it to her bones.
“May I… touch you here, in your most intimate of places?” His eyes drifted up her body. “Will you honor me by allowing my touch?”
If it was at all possible, her arousal notched a level higher. She could only nod and part her thighs in answer, her muscles tensing and her body tingling.
He traced her slit with the gentlest of caresses, and yet she jumped as though he’d tapped her with an electric zap.
“So beautiful. So feminine. I can barely… I never thought…” He didn’t finish his sentence as he bent and placed his tongue where his finger had been.
She sucked in a breath and her head bent over Setzan’s shoulder. His hands came to cup both breasts. He rolled her nipples as Rujali entered her with his tongue.
The mix of friction on her breasts and the wet heat made her jerk. Klaej splayed his hands over her hips, locking her in place. His finger massaged as he bent and traced her belly button with his tongue. “What is this on your body, mate?”
“Huh?” She was almost beyond thought as Rujali eased his fingers inside her and played with her clit while Setzan cupped and massages her breasts.
Klaej traced her navel. “This little divot. It’s cute.”
She couldn’t quite reconcile the word ‘cute’ as coming out of a man-mountain.
“I was born with it,” she said.
Her attention locked to their horns and Klaej’s set was within reach. She reached up and traced the edge, surprised to find it covered with fine, soft hairs, like velvet.
He shuddered. She took her hand away for a moment, before realizing that he was waiting for her to touch him again.
She circled his horn and drew her fingers up and down the length. A great groan ripped from his chest and his whole body tensed.
His fingers tightened on her flesh, his tongue barely scraping over her navel. She’d nearly rendered him immobile. Their horns must be incredibly sensitive.
Rujali stared at her from between her parted thighs and while she circled Klaej’s horns, she reached to Rujali with her other hand and swept her fingertips over his horns.
He shuddered and closed his eyes as a look of pure ecstasy washed over his face.
Setzan suckled the tip of her ear. “We like that, mate. Our horns are as sensitive as our cocks. When you touch us like that, it is as though you’ve circled your palms around our shafts and brought us pleasure with your hands.”
Rujali’s eyes blazed as she circled both horns with her hands and dragged her palms along the length and then back again, pumping them as though she held their shafts in her hands. Rujali shuddered and then devoured her.
“Careful, mate. You’re playing with fire,” Setzan said, and damned if she didn’t like the sound of that.
She jerked, and her fingers tightened on their horns as Rujali licked her from her entrance to her clit. He eased his fingers from her entrance to circle her rosebud before sliding the tip of his finger inside while he staked her with his tongue. In and out he slid, using fingers, mouth, tongue.
It was all too much. Too much heat, too much sensation, too much wetness. Her body tensed and she flew into the heights of another climax. On and on it went as Rujali played her body, drawing her climax out until she tipped her head back and keened as she was brought to another glorious height.
Then, she was tipped onto her hands and knees and Setzan nestled between her thighs from behind, his face buried into her cleft. His nose pressed against her rosebud as he devoured her.
The last orgasm hadn’t finished before another erupted inside her. Her limbs gave out and she dropped to her face. It was only Setzan’s fingers on her hips that kept her up.
She wailed into the blankets, fingers clawing as she exploded from within, her mind and body gripped in the arms of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. A golden cloud eased into her mind and she was filled with a love so absolute it took her breath away.
It was too much. Too potent. Too everything. It all was. Everything that had happened to her of late. When oblivion reached for her, she gratefully eased into the gentle warmth and let herself pass out.
They’d brought her to such heights and she barely knew them at all. She was never the sort to come to hands and knees because of a man, unless it was on her terms. But these weren’t men. They were aliens. Skillful beings, intent on her pleasure, it seemed. They subdued her without any effort. She’d allowed them to be intimate with her body and she’d welcomed it despite the panic of her situation. They’d captured her, held her hostage and then paid homage to her body.
She had to keep her mind sharp because it was clear her body wasn’t under her control. She needed to get the hell away before they continued to seduce her, because she was afraid that her mind would soon follow the path of her body, and she’d lose her only chance of escape.
Chapter Ten
Riley
Riley swept up from the depths of an all-consuming sleep. She never slept that deep. It didn’t pay in her line of work. She was a keep-one-eye-open type of sleeper.
She bolted upright, hoping like hell she hadn’t missed reveille. She was in a shit ton of crap if she had. She threw the covers back, went to open her small wardrobe door, and stopped.
Her wardrobe wasn’t there. She wasn’t in her room on base.
Her mind replayed recent events. Fuck. Shit. Crap.
She staggered backwards and onto the comfortable, massive bed she’d woken up on. It was large enough for three of those massive, muscle-bound—and sexy-as-hell—aliens… plus her, her brain prompted to amend.
Those same aliens that had given her shattering orgasm after shattering orgasm in order to calm her. The same aliens who had made love to her as though she was the most precious person in the universe.
She didn’t think they would treat her like that for nefarious purposes—apart from total seduction. If they wanted something else, it was strange they would try to romance it from her. No. How they’d treated her, how they’d made sure she reached pleasure, weren’t the actions of men who took that sort of thing from women. They were big and strong and outnumbered her enough to take what they wanted if they chose to.
Instead, she’d felt… cherished. She didn’t quite know what to do with that realization, so she did the thing she usually did and shoved the thought aside. At least she could still move. Thank fuck.
So, they weren’t going to leave her a quadriplegic again. They could. So easily. It was a great way to control someone. She knew a multitude of people who would kill to have that tech.
The brothers might actually have good intentions at heart for her. Good to know.
That was something she could use against them. She ignored the little stab in her heart that told her that maybe they really could be trusted, and that she actually might need a friend or two, given she didn’t know where in the universe she was.
Shut up, brain.
She needed to think.
She was still in Rujali’s bedroom. They wouldn’t have left her here if they didn’t want a repeat performance of last night. A little thrill ran through her. She wondered what Klaej would feel like inside her. And how Setzan would make love to her. If Rujali would use his cock as well as his tongue and talented fingers. Although they’d made love, they hadn’t penetrated her. They had been more concerned with her pleasure, of which she’d received a lot. She couldn’t quite reconcile it.
What would it feel like if she had all three at the same time? It would be so wrong on so many levels, and yet the most natural thing in the world. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the thought.
That wasn’t going to happen. Ever. Strange how that thought left her feeling cold. For some reason, it seemed so right to be here, in their bed, waiting for all three of them. But her mind couldn’t be trusted. She was obviously suffering from PTSD. Well, if being abducted onto an alien world and coming face to face with not just one type, but many species of aliens wasn’t enough to send her a little bit loopy, then nothing was.
And why the hell was she attracted to three men at all! She hadn’t stopped to think of that, had she? She’d been involved in a ménage or two, but those had been an on-the-fly type of thing. One night. A bit of fun to let off some steam. Nothing permanent.
But here she was, equally attracted to three men with more than a slam-bam basis.
She took a deep, steeling breath.
First things first. She needed to get out of enemy territory. Right after she found some clothes.
Spying a chest of some sort against the wall at the far end of the bed, she crossed to it and opened the top drawer which yielded various sets of leather pants. She grabbed the smallest pair and drew them on. They were so big they fell right off her. There were ties at the waist above her hips, which she pulled. In the fraction of a second, the material shrank and conformed to her legs.
“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she muttered.
She couldn’t run around topless. She tugged open the second drawer.
“Bingo.” She ruffled through the contents until she found a smaller-sized vest and shrugged it on. She located the toggles and pulled. The vest shrank to her shape. “Fastest way of dressing I’ve ever come across.”
The last drawer revealed items of clothing she couldn’t name so she left it. She also needed shoes. Couldn’t escape without good footwear. To her surprise, her boots—her clean boots—were neatly set against a wall.
“I’ll be damned. Clean and tidy men falling over themselves to give a woman orgasms as well as cleaning her clothing. Now I know I’m not on Earth.”
Her heart tripped. She felt a panic attack coming on. She held her breath until her lungs were tight and uncomfortable and then slowly let it out between her teeth, easing off the strain in her chest until it became less like a cage and more like mere bones again.
A little shaky, she grabbed her boots, sat on the bed, and made quick work of lacing them up. Next, she needed a weapon. She spotted a slim outline of a door, cut into the otherwise sleek wall. She approached it and then followed the groove with her fingertips, trying to work it open. It didn’t give.
“Oh, come on!” She shoved against the wall. The
re was a soft hiss, and the door came forward and moved to the side.
Inside, weapons of all shapes and sizes lined the cavity. Some she recognized. Some she didn’t. Swords. Guns. Knives. Now she knew where they got all the equipment they wore like articles of clothing.
“Men after my own heart,” she murmured.
She spied an evil-looking sword. The blade glinted in the light, almost hypnotizing her with its sharpness. Her hand hovered over it right before she palmed the handle. It was beautiful, and lethal. Something to be responsible for. She didn’t want to have to use it against any of them, though. She didn’t want to hurt them. She just wanted to get away.
She closed the door and faced the room, looking for another option of escape.
Her attention snapped to a shelf near the head of the bed. Or what was on the shelf in particular.
The numbing device. She knew how nicely it worked. As a defensive weapon, it would do just fine, and it wouldn’t harm anyone. It would be just enough to stop a massive man-mountain in his tracks. Exactly what she needed.
She hurried over to it and plucked it up. “Come to mama.”
She turned it over in her hands, locating the on and off switch. She pressed it. The end lit up with the evil little blue light. She felt armed.
It was a good feeling.
The bed tilted. Or rather the whole room tilted. For the first time, she noticed the slight vibrations beneath her feet, the slight compensations her body worked for balance.
They were moving! Probably taking her to this Homeland they seemed so intent on going to.
She needed to stay in the space port. If she was brought in there, she would find a way out there as well, even if she had to stowaway in a craft. She had the skills. Someone had to be going to Earth. Surely.
Gripping the numbing device, she strode to the wall where she’d seen the brothers come in. Where was the fucking door out of this room?
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