Some of the city out there was on fire. There were screams, bangs.
God. Nowhere was serene anymore.
How long could they stay here and not end up dead? Those roach things were the scariest critters in creation.
She glanced at Brask. No denying that being near him fed her a pure sort of exhilaration. If only they were more compatible. Even her skin sizzled. It was worse, tonight. If she sat here quietly, with her eyes closed, she’d probably, eventually, have a damn orgasm. That potent.
Maybe she should go. But as she went to rise, he spoke.
“Thank you. For helping Jadd.”
Oh. She settled back down. Staying a little longer was safe. If she didn’t play with her nipples or anything. She grinned at the thought.
“You’re welcome, Brask.”
Saying his name was too intimate. It made her remember his kiss. Which had been, on a scale of all the kisses she’d ever experienced, about an eleven, out of ten.
The physical was good; it was his stupid conceited brain she had issues with.
“It’s inexcusable that I haven’t truly said thank you before this.”
He looked at her then and the green glint in his eyes was barely there with the low lighting, but it was there, and so pretty.
She shook her thoughts loose. “I think you did.”
“No.” He waved his hand. “That was spur of the moment. Jadd means much to me. We were brought up together on Hierocchus Station. Years of training together.” He stared at his feet. “Being a soldier brother is of prime importance to warriors like us.”
“Uh huh.” Lovely, but he may as well grunt at her. She didn’t understand.
“Jadd was going to be executed. I saved him. Had him sent here to be a Preyfinder. It’s why he found Brittany.”
Oh. Her eyebrows rose. Now that she understood. Devotion. Deep friendship.
If nothing else, she understood how devoted Jadd and Brittany were to each other. Too devoted perhaps. Jadd had been out of armor due to them screwing only moments before the battle. A secret she’d keep forever. If discovered, Jadd would be punished.
Whatever he’d done before, it must have been equally as bad for a soldier to do, yet Brask, a man dedicated to this military life, had forgiven him. The man did have a soul. Somewhere. Under the dumbness.
“I would do it again. It was the right thing to do. I was the only one who could see that nerve chewer roach.”
“Yet it scared you?”
She shrugged. “Who doesn’t get scared?”
“Females scare easier. I appreciate your courage.”
That both annoyed her and pleased her. How did he do that?
She eked out a grudging reply. “I wouldn’t quite agree with that.”
And the bastard smiled. “I recall you saying Dassenze scared you.”
She opened her mouth to deny it, on principle.
“True. She did.”
Gasping, she twisted her neck around to see who it was, though she knew already. He had a distinctive super-deep voice that sent mini shock waves cruising through the hormonal buzz Brask had already stirred in her. Talk about orgasmic.
Dry-mouthed, short of breath, she watched Dassenze loom into view behind them.
Ugh. She needed to go. The two of them together were frying her mind and body tonight. She moved to scramble upright, her knee rising so she could get her feet under her.
“Stay.” Dassenze’s tone said rebellion was not allowed.
Well, fuck him.
“Look, I’m not staying. I’ve things to do.” She kept swinging her leg up, got that one foot under her and was straightening her leg –
And Dassenze grabbed her under her arms, held her there with her legs swinging over the small drop while he sat, as if she was merely a doll. Then he deposited her on his lap and growled stay in her ear.
In shock at his appropriation of her body, she only squeaked once.
Now though...
She was in trouble. Bad trouble. Her breathing was fast, shuddery, and deep – a dead giveaway that this was spiraling out of control. His arm was barred across under her breasts.
How dare he.
Brask leaned in and chuckled. “Are you okay there? That was funny.”
She managed a glare and a throaty grumble.
“I think she’s a little overcome. Which is fine. The three of us need to talk and I cannot allow her to leave.”
“I need –”
“No. You will sit here, on my lap, because I want you here. This protest of yours has gone too far.”
Having him manhandling her was overwhelming on tonight of all nights. She wasn’t a small woman or weak but clearly he could do what he liked to her, and that knowledge was the worst of it. It echoed, playing with her desires.
Shutting down that avenue of thought took a few seconds.
But he wasn’t letting her go. Screaming was not going to work, not here, surrounded by the aliens and a small warzone. So. Pretend this was normal. Maybe he’d let her up after they talked?
“What is it you need to say?” There. Logical and calm.
Until he started to stroke her upper thigh as he spoke and she felt her clit swell then throb like a metronome. If he went another inch to the left... Squirming away would be bad.
“Yes?” Brask said in a monotone. “What do we need to hear, Lord?”
Something about the flatness of his words said he was struggling with calmness also.
She peeked sideways and saw his chest expand, a long way. Great. This, her little struggle, had turned Brask on too. Which was in itself a turn-on, to her. Her mind was so messed up.
Fuck.
“Very well. Here it is. We still don’t know where to go, though my objective is to unite all the witches and explore their powers. Our armament and capabilities are reduced to so little that we cannot defeat this factory queen without something new.”
“That’s terrible,” she blurted.
“I know.” He squeezed her thigh. Talia froze. For a microsecond she’d forgotten where she was sitting. “You feel good. I shall do this more often, caress you. Do you find that your bed mates enjoy your presence more if you touch them, Brask?”
Though the arm below her breasts stayed where it was, he slid his other hand upward then, as if it were nothing, he cupped her breast.
His thumb recommenced stroking, in a line, up to just below her nipple, then down the slope of her breast. She coughed, caught by surprise and losing track of whether she should be breathing in or out.
“Uhhh. I do. Lord.”
“Good. Now, as I was saying.” He nuzzled her neck. “The witches’ powers are perhaps our one positive. They are also a possible negative. Every time the women use their powers, the sun this planet circles loses some of its mass. It becomes, in effect, older. It dies a little. I’ve been monitoring this for days. It’s not been a huge drop, but it happens. My concern at present is low. I need to monitor this, however.”
Stunning news, except her mind was hardly doing the best listening. She couldn’t come just from sitting here, having this done to her, could she? But her clit was sitting up so high, aching against the seam of her tights. That he was kissing and lightly biting her neck still...
“So if they did something big, it affects the sun more?”
“Yes.”
“Lord, I am unsure what your purpose is for uhhh playing with her but I have to say...” Those were agonized words, she realized.
It pleased her that she wasn’t the only one being tortured here.
“Yes, Brask?”
“This is going too far,” she croaked while plucking at his arm. “Way too far.”
“Shhh.” Dassenze rebuked her then grasped her nipple through the cloth and squeezed.
Her gasp coincided with a flood of arousal that threatened to throw her over the edge into a climax. She whimpered and moaned, confused in her head as to which she was doing then realizing she was still moaning and hadn’t stopped.
Melting was possible. Unable to resist, she squirmed on his thigh. Hard-as-fuck alien thigh. Though she’d never seen what he had under those scales, it was seriously big and throbbing beneath her ass.
“I’m going to explode here, Lord, watching her do that.”
Dassenze chuckled.
“Can I touch her?”
“Not if she says no.”
What were they saying? “Wait,” she gasped out. “Wait. I need to think.”
Was she drooling? God, she was a little. When she attempted to wipe her mouth, she found Dassenze had pinned her arms under his. He turned sideways, toward Brask, essentially presenting her to him. She snapped open her eyes and found Brask on one knee before her. His blue facial markings made him seem fierce and wild. His eyes were wide, as if fascinated by what he saw.
Which was her, of course, dying to fuck either of them. In a singular minute of time, Dassenze had reduced her to this, by simple skin contact. Though what else was sex except skin on skin? Biting. Licking. A cock sliding inside someone.
“What are you wanting to say, Talia?” He had regained control of himself and for once she saw a lack of that irritating persona where he seemed to mock her.
She worked her mouth, remembering how to talk. “I don’t...umm....” Unblinking she stared, aware of an unwillingness to ever say yes to this alien.
“Remember I said I could see the heat and blood flow on your body, Talia?” Although Dassenze had ceased to stroke her, he swept aside some locks of her hair at her neck, baring her skin. “I can tell you, Brask, that she wants you. Myself also, though I cannot give her this. You’re not going to say it, are you, my beauty?”
She bit her lip, appalled.
“Never mind. I need you two mated. This world might fall to the Bak-lal unless Talia becomes the most powerful she can be. Understand?” he whispered to her ear as he kissed it. “This is why... Why I hold you.” She heard him swallow, the smallest sound. “Only this.”
Eyes shut again, head slightly bowed, she listened, her body aching with need.
She heard Brask move in closer. His words were quiet also. “I hear no protest.”
The seconds ticked past.
“Touch her and I will continue to hold her for you. She needs to have this choice made for her. I wish to see her climax. If I cannot mate with her, I can at least have this.”
Brask chuckled softly. “I knew there was a reason you were a god, Lord. Frack me dead but I could not stop. Not with her in my hands.”
“You underestimate yourself.”
“I don’t think so.”
The size of Dassenze meant she had both her legs together to one side of his and now she felt Brask lean on them.
“See me, Talia.” Brask slipped his hands over her cheeks and held either side of her face, making her raise her head. Warm, male, controlling hands. “Open your eyes and see me. I won’t have you hide.”
Dassenze had hit on the crux of her reluctance. Sex with aliens was wrong on so many levels. It was wrong to desire to be an alien’s lover...or plaything. It was especially wrong to want this for no other reason than some insane compulsion. She thought that even as she trembled.
She wanted wrong so badly, and so the only choice for her was having no choice.
She opened her eyes.
Those parallel blue grooves on Brask’s face screamed deviance in spades but there was no one else here to see what happened next, no one but them.
“You’re so very pretty,” he murmured, tipping her chin up with the edge of his hand, then sliding his hand upward to lie over her mouth. “I’d rather you didn’t hold her too much, Lord. If it has to be done, I can handle her.”
There it was, that arrogance. Annoying, self-assured male arrogance. Which, now, when he was messing with her sexually, it flipped a switch and did the unexpected to her.
It caught in her mind, seized her, and made her really look at him. Arrogance was damn hot when she was this horny.
“Very well.” Dassenze let her go, except for gathering her wrists behind her back in the circles of his hands. Again, she marveled at the solidness of his body. She might as well be manacled to a stone sculpture. Her eyelids fluttered as she took in how helpless she still was.
It made her shiver.
Brask smiled – a knowing, challenging smile.
“You like being held?”
“No!” she said, muffled by his hand. Her indignation was real, but maybe too soundly stated.
“I don’t believe you. What can you see, Lord? Does it arouse her?”
“Definitely.”
The hotness of a blush arrived. Having Brask observe her like she was an experiment only added to her confusion. He leaned in. “You won’t tell me what you like but that just means I get to guess. I don’t see you as a gifts-and-pretty-things sort of bed mate.”
She grunted and frowned, aware of how Dassenze was subtly bouncing her on the muscle of his thigh. Was he thinking of interfering?
Brask glanced up. “Do you mind if I get rough, Lord?”
Her pussy clenched at those words and she felt herself dampen.
“Watching you two is amusing me. I will tell you if I sense true alarm in her. Currently she’s angry but more aroused than she was before. Like one of those alley cats we see here.”
“I thought so.” Brask chuckled then switched his gaze back to her. “Let’s start with this, my little Earth bitch. Lick me. Lick my hand.”
Bitch? He knew she hated that. The fire came back to her. So she bit him, hard.
He only laughed when she increased the pressure. “Without a sword, you’re nothing much.”
Hurting him by biting off a chunk of his flesh wasn’t an option. No matter how much it satisfied her. Still, she saw the rawness of a bloody scratch when he tugged free his hand.
“I hurt you,” she said, glee in her voice.
With Dassenze there was respect. With Brask, challenge and ferocity. He made her want to snarl even though there’d be a price. If she was going to succumb to this she’d go down fighting because, just...because. Maybe she should warn him. But no, she looked in his eyes and saw an echo of her own need to make this violent and dirty.
“You did. Now it’s my turn.” His hand about her throat tightened.
“If you want to fuck me, be ready to be kicked in the balls.”
“Oh, I know that. I won’t let you, but I know that.”
Then he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that brutalized her and bruised, while he held her throat, choking her enough to make her wriggle on Dassenze. She’d somehow slipped so she straddled one of his legs and the pressure upward on her cleft was building like the overture of a very dirty orchestra.
“She likes that,” Dassenze murmured, sounding almost surprised. “A lot.”
The surprise wasn’t only his.
“Good.”
She was expecting him to play with her a while, expected Dassenze to help hold her because she needed to fight this. She didn’t expect him to shove her top above her breasts, cut the straps of her bra and expose her, then tie her bra around her mouth in a gag. Not that she’d scream. Having a horde of soldiers tear around the corner and surprise them wasn’t what she wanted.
That he kissed her in between each assault only added to the horrendous arousal.
She didn’t expect him to rip a hole in her tights, shove aside her panties, and work two fingers up inside her. It shocked her into silence, her throat closing in. Even without the gag she couldn’t have talked.
Then he waited.
“I can feel you Talia. Feel you all hot and pulsing around my fingers. Clamping in, like you want to keep them in there forever. Do you want me to move my fingers?” He bent over her, with those fingers still inside her, up high.
He whispered again, kissing her forcibly parted lips, “Want me to move?”
Her head flopped back and she groaned past the gag.
“If you don’t fuck her with something, Bra
sk, I am going to do something bad to one or both of you.” Dassenze sounded terribly annoyed.
That was all she registered before Brask coughed a somewhat amused cough, and removed his fingers.
The sudden absence was shocking.
“Oh. God,” she choked out harshly, tongue hitting the gag, trying to focus on what was happening. She tensed her thighs and attempted to find purchase on Dassenze’s lower leg with her feet so she could arch. She tongued the gag, ready to beg Brask to put his fingers back, to put his mouth there. Anything.
“Oh god? You heard. I get to fuck you now. With something.” He pushed between her legs.
Watching him undo the fastening of his pants, free his cock and then stroke it while he also ran his fingers along and around her slippery pussy...it was agony.
For an alien cock, it looked...human-like in the subdued light of the moon.
She couldn’t help straining toward him. Too far gone to worry about shaming herself, she imagined him pushing inside her if she just...got...it into her a little bit.
Then he shifted closer and gathered her hair into a ponytail with his hand. The head of his cock prodded at her, before slipping into her enough that she moaned and arched.
“Now you want me, don’t you?”
His thick cock shunted in and out such minuscule amounts. The ache intensified.
“I can feel your cunt wanting me. Your tights and underwear are wet. I can tell you want this but you’re going to say it.” He paused then added in an amused tone. “Or babble it. Correct human word for talking through a gag?”
Talia grunted, spaced out, only aware of Brask being big and male with his cock right there. She pleaded with her eyes. He tugged on her hair, jerking her neck back.
“Here. Have some.” He shoved in an inch and withdrew, popping totally out of her. “Or not.”
At that she squeaked.
Fuck!
“I like this strategy, Brask.” Dassenze chuckled. “Her body heat around her cunt is in the extremes.” Then he took a bite from her neck and held on, his teeth pressing into her skin and muscle, while Brask, the tormentor, fucked her so shallowly she wanted to scream.
Panting, moaning, mind wrecked with desire, she squirmed to get nearer and make him enter her.
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