CollectiveMemory

by Tielle St Clare

  “You have done this?”

  “Yes.”

  The light flared in Cayl’s wicked stare and Mace could read the man’s mind. Curiosity as well as arousal made the idea intriguing. He wanted to fuck. More importantly, he wanted to fuck Mace.

  Mace’s lip pulled up into a half smile and he shook his head.

  “I have a rule…no one fucks me unless they’ve been fucked. It’s a delicate process and I want someone who understands.”

  Another shout rang from the viewing chamber and the young man shot, his body sagging forward as the leather daddy drilled him again and again, finally grimacing as he came.

  “It doesn’t seem delicate to me.”

  “All the more reason to experience it first.”

  “Humph.” Cayl nodded and slapped his palm on Mace’s shoulder. “Very well. If we do not catch Harken this night, we shall try it.”

  He turned away and started back down the hall, no doubt returning to Devin, probably announcing that he and Mace were going to be fucking later. Damn, the man had no shame, no embarrassment. Part of him appreciated that. Cayl seemed open to anything, everything—gathering experiences for his “collective memory”—but he wasn’t sure he liked being used as an experiment.

  He watched Cayl’s butt as the guy walked away.

  Then again, if it allowed him to fuck that ass, he could put up with being a lab rat for a few more nights.

  And maybe get fucked. He didn’t bottom for many guys, mainly because he rarely found someone who could top him, really dominate him with power, not brute strength. Something told him that Cayl—with his logical mind and forceful demands—might be one of the few.

  He followed Cayl into the main club area. Cayl had taken up his position beside Devin—practically inside Devin. They kissed, Cayl’s mouth on hers, his tongue no doubt in her mouth. His hand was up under Devin’s dress, and from the slight distance between her thighs, nestled against her pussy.

  Devin pulled away as Mace approached—the dazed, almost drunken look in her eyes tugged on the strange bit of jealousy he wasn’t expecting. But the question was—who was he jealous of? Did he want to be the one ravishing Devin or be ravished by Cayl?

  Either. Both.

  Devin cleared her throat and shook her head as if trying to reorganize her brain. “Any luck?”

  “With Harken? No. With giving Cayl more ideas on ways he can fuck? Yes.”

  Devin blinked and looked at him. Mace shrugged and couldn’t stop his smile. Alien or not, the guy was freakin’ sexy. And interested in sex, which made him perfect for Mace.

  Cayl lifted his head from kissing the space just behind Devin’s left ear.

  “Come, she enjoys us both. We must prepare her for taking us later this evening.”

  Devin might have been ready to protest but whatever Cayl did with his hand between her legs crushed her words. She jumped and stared at Mace, her eyes pleading, wanting.

  He sank down beside her, taking his place at her right.

  “Mace…I—”

  “Shh, it’s okay, baby. We’ve got you.” He turned her head and covered her mouth with his. The sweet submission of her lips clouded his brain. She opened to him, moving into his embrace even as he reached for her. They surrounded her, hands sliding across skin and material. Mace reached up and undid the button of her jacket. The darkness and the flaps of material hid her breasts from the rest of the world but allowed him and Cayl open access.

  “I find this most fascinating,” Cayl murmured. “Her pussy gets wetter with every stroke to her tits.” Cayl didn’t pull his hand out from beneath her skirt but he flipped the side of her jacket open so he had access to her breasts. He caught Mace’s gaze and seemed to command him forward.

  Without Cayl speaking, Mace knew what Cayl wanted him to do. It was like some quiet voice in his head guided him. He bent down, cupping the luscious round breast before him and sucked the tight peak into his mouth. Devin gasped and arched her back, pushing into the touch.

  Mace looked over. Cayl’s mouth was latched onto her other breast, that strong mouth sucking, working her nipple to what had to be the point of pain. Devin didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were glassy and her skin flushed a lovely red.

  Mace traced his fingers over the breast before him, waiting, feeling Cayl’s rhythm. He lapped at the tight peak and let his senses overtake him, reacting with the unconscious knowledge of Cayl’s movements. He matched Cayl’s pulses, sucking lightly, flicking his tongue across her nipple while Cayl’s fingers fucked her cunt.

  Devin’s moans flowed through his senses, blending with the strange sensations he imagined came from Cayl. She twisted in his hold, demanding more. He closed his eyes and sucked, drawing her flesh deep into his mouth. A soft sob broke from her lips and her hands clutched the back of his head, holding him in place as she pumped her hips up, rocking against the fingers Cayl had inside her.

  “Come for us,” Cayl commanded. “Come now.”

  Her body seemed attuned to them and she cried out, hips pressing up. Tension rippled through her muscles. Her fingernails dug into his skull but Mace savored the pain.

  “She has more pleasure in her,” Cayl announced. “Suck her tits a little longer and I will work her clit.”

  Mace’s head spun as he followed Cayl’s instruction, returning to sucking her nipple. Devin moaned and arched into his touch making his cock brutally hard. Fuck. They needed to fuck. They needed to be inside her.

  Mace reached for the peak Cayl had just abandoned and pinched, hard enough to draw a gasp, adding a bit of pain. Devin’s fingers pulled on his hair, almost dragging him away but he knew, could tell she wanted more. The pain just made it better.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me feel it too.” Her head dropped back and she moaned, rocking her hips up, sending Cayl’s fingers deeper into her pussy. Mace retreated. He needed to see, needed to watch. Fuck, she was gorgeous—spread out, almost naked, lost in her need. He rocked his cock against her hip. It wouldn’t take much and he’d come in his jeans like a teenage boy.

  Cayl growled. The sound so basic, almost feral, that it filtered through the sexual haze covering Mace’s brain. He watched, his lips returning to Devin’s pretty breasts as Cayl’s arm pushed Devin’s legs open, forcing the tight skirt up above her pussy so Mace could see. Cayl’s fingers filled her cunt, driving fast, hard, going deep. Fucking her.

  Cayl lifted his gaze, sharing this with him, meeting Mace’s stare as he pumped inside her.

  “Come for us, female. Let us be your pleasure one more time.”

  Devin seemed unable to ignore Cayl’s commands and she shouted, arched her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and sweet pleasure flowed through her core, spreading out into her limbs. Only Mace’s support kept her from collapsing right there.

  He held her safe as she floated down off her orgasmic high. She wasn’t sure how long she drifted but finally, he eased her upright. She blinked, looked at Cayl then at him.

  Cayl didn’t seem to understand the female need for cuddling after the orgasm. Mace pulled her forward and covered her mouth in a kiss. Devin opened her mouth and just took what he gave, letting him take her weight, be her strength.

  “You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “I love seeing you come.”

  He kissed her again, unable to resist the taste of her pleasure. When he finally pulled back, her eyes were dazed but blinking as if she was trying to focus. Cayl watched, his assessing stare trying to figure out what had happened in those few moments.

  Mace leaned over and pressed his lips to Cayl’s ear. “Kiss her. Show her that you still want her.”

  “I do.”

  “Show her.”

  Cayl blinked and Mace recognized the reaction. Cayl thought it was obvious but a woman might not. Following Mace’s instructions, Cayl leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Devin’s, a light, almost sweet kiss. “You are so intriguing, Agent Denning. If you would permit it,
I would put my mouth on your pussy and lick you to another climax.”

  Devin’s smile was a bit dizzy and vague. She looked at Cayl but then turned to Mace, drawing him in.

  “I could go for that…” She paused, the look purely female, purely wicked. “Later.”

  Mace nodded. Cayl followed. “Then we will have you later. I will have you in my mouth while Mace shows me the pleasures of having my ass fucked.”

  Devin’s gasp and double blink made Mace smile. She looked at him with wide eyes. He shrugged. “I told you I’d found different ways for him to fuck.”

  * * * * *

  The words rang through her head as she walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom. Mace fucking Cayl? Cayl fucking Mace? And her? Heat flooded her pussy. Her unsteady legs weakened and she reached out, putting a hand on the way to keep her upright. She didn’t doubt she would be included, attended to, even if her boys fucked each other.

  She shook her head. Three days and she was thinking of them as “her boys” and accepting three-ways, and fucking and public sex. It would have shocked her more if it didn’t feel so freakin’ good. The orgasm—orgasms, plural—from moments before had weakened her knees and blurred her thoughts. She could only think, later, that was why when the stranger grabbed her arm, she didn’t react. She turned and looked at his face.

  The evil and hunger in his gaze immediately scared her but it was too late.

  “You seem like a lusty one. Come with me.”

  A pinch in her skin gave her a moment’s warning before the haze overcame her mind.

  “Wha—? I don’ unnerstand.” Her lips felt fuzzy, her head filling with fluff.

  “I need the energy. Come with me.”

  Mace and Cayl.

  Those were her last thoughts before the world turned black.

  * * * * *

  Cayl clenched his hands together and tried to ignore the tension in his shoulders. This human body reacted in ways he didn’t understand. Almost as soon as Devin had gone to the bathroom, he’d grown uncomfortable.

  He searched again for a connection to her but he hadn’t come inside her—not fully—not enough to establish a bond. But still, he’d spent enough time with his mouth on her pussy that she’d entered him. Just enough to tell him something was wrong.

  Mace assured him that human females often wanted a moment alone after they’d experienced their passion so publicly. Still, it didn’t seem right. She should be with them. They could taste her decline from the sexual heights.

  And she would be safe with them.

  Cayl squirmed, the strain in his muscles too strong to ignore. The hairs at the base of his neck practically vibrated. The annoying sensation sent a ripple down his spine.

  “I don’t like it. I think something is wrong,” Cayl announced. Mace would ignore him. He would know there wasn’t a strong enough connection between Cayl and Devin to warrant such a reaction but he couldn’t deny what his human form was telling him.

  He looked at Mace, waiting for his denial. Instead Mace nodded. “I think you’re right. Let’s find Devin.”

  As a unit, they started toward the restrooms in the back. Cayl scanned the area, looking for signs of Harken. The glitters that warned him that his enemy was near erupted as they moved near the door of the women’s room. It had to be very recent for him to detect the traces in the weak illumination.

  “Harken.”

  “Fuck. Here?” Mace’s body went tense and Cayl nodded feeling his lover, his partner accept the strain as he did.

  “Yes.” Unconcerned about the females inside, Cayl punched his fist into the women’s room door. “Devin?” He ignored the feminine yelps and listened for her sigh or grunt of irritation. There was none. He let the door swing shut. “She is gone.”

  “Harken has her?”

  Cayl nodded. “I would think so. Fuck.” A tiny corner of his mind was shocked by the curse word that broke from his lips but he ignored it. It helped relieve his tension and focus his mind. The important thing was finding Devin. “How could I have missed him? He was here and I—”

  Mace’s hand landed on his shoulder, halting the words spewing from his mouth.

  “Stop. Self-recriminations later. Let’s find Devin. You found his place today, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you said you left it intact. So he’ll feel safe there.”

  Cayl listened to Mace’s words and tried to focus his thoughts, ignoring the raging emotions that flowed through his chest, warning that his female was being harmed, that she’d been taken.

  “Yes.”

  “So, let’s go there. He needs Devin alive right?”

  “Yes, but the more pain she is in, the more energy he draws.”

  Mace gave one quick nod of his head. “Then let’s get there. Now.”

  * * * * *

  Devin came awake to an insistent slapping to her butt. It wasn’t the sexy spanking that Mace and Cayl had given her. This was annoying and kind of painful. Again, not in the fun, sexy way. It just hurt.

  She blinked and tried to process on her surroundings. She was bent over a sawhorse, her ass in the air. Stiff leather cuffs bound her hands to the ground. Her head hung down and she could see her breasts, bare, her legs and feet bare.

  Okay, just assume you’re bare-ass naked and some crazy asshole—Harken—is slapping your ass. Not good but Mace and Cayl will notice that you’re not there.

  Unless they are fucking each other and then they wouldn’t notice an earthquake.

  “Are you awake?”

  She tried to hold still and ignore the low slimy tones but a painful stroke across her ass sent a shock up her spine.

  “Do not attempt to fool me, human. I’m far too intelligent to be fooled by your weak attempts at deception.”

  “What’s happening?” she asked in her best breathless, groggy voice. Her mind streamed through the events of the evening. He stepped in front of her, but from the angle she could only see from the waist down. Her eyes locked on the riding crop dangling from his fingers.

  Fuck. This is going to hurt. She lifted her head further, just enough to get a glimpse of the room. She’d been here before. This afternoon. This is Harken’s lair and he’s going to—

  She stopped her thoughts. He’s not going to do all the horrible things that he’d done to the other women. Because Mace and Cayl would realize she’s missing and come after her.

  Unless they’re fucking.

  He flicked the riding crop out and slashed it across her thighs. Devin bit back the cry and did her best to hold still. Talk to him, distract him. Give Cayl and Mace time to get here.

  Clinging to that thought, she forced her head up even as he hit her again with the crop.

  He raised his arm, drawing back for another strike. Stall. Delay. Do something.

  “So, is it true you’re an alien?”

  He yanked his hand back and Devin crushed her smug smile.

  “I mean, all the other girls say it, that you’re spooky and you aren’t like the other men.” She paused and made her voice as breathy as she could given the circumstances. “But I think you’re really a creature from another world.” She just needed to delay.

  Surely, please God, Mace and Cayl would notice she was gone. Cayl had become quite possessive in the past two days. He should wonder where she was…if Mace didn’t distract him.

  Harken smirked. “Well, you’re smarter than you look, definitely smarter than the average human.”

  “So you are an alien?” She added a little tremor to her voice. Something about the way he carried himself warned her to let him lead, let him think he was in charge. Fighting would only make it worse…at least until the point that he started to actually hurt her, then she was giving it all she had. “Where are you from? Do you really have antennas?” She blinked innocently.

  The arrogance in Harken’s stare increased. “The plural is antennae. It’s really a wonder that humans haven’t destroyed themselves long before now. And no, I don’t
have antennae. I am a being of energy. All-powerful. You will bow before me.” He chuckled. “Well, you won’t actually bow before me. You’ll be dead.” He tipped his head back and released an evil laugh that matched the sounds from the most diabolical cartoon bad guy…only he wasn’t joking.

  She twisted her wrists, trying to see if there was any give but the leather bands held tight.

  “You won’t get free. My last power source somehow managed to free herself. I won’t allow another to get away. I shouldn’t have had to hunt for another slut until next weekend.” He ran his hand across her naked hip. “Luckily I found you. You’ll do nicely.”

  “Why me?” she asked. She didn’t know how long she had before Harken hooked up his machine. It wouldn’t kill her immediately but she wanted to avoid whatever pain she could. Come on Mace. Realize I’m missing. Cayl was too fascinated by the whole sex thing it was possible he’d forgotten his mission. No. He wouldn’t forget. Even in the height of it, he knew why he was here.

  “I saw you with those two men. Any female who can take two men and still want more has the kind of energy I need.”

  So, he hadn’t recognized Cayl. That was good.

  Harken went over to the machine and began fiddling with the wires. Devin remembered Jessica—naked, tied up and connected to that vicious box. She’d been beyond pain. Devin swallowed and silently begged Cayl and Mace to find her.

  A faint whirring behind her made Devin squirm enough to look around. The platform that had held the previous girl rose from the ground. The ropes had been replaced by metal chains. She was never going to be able to get free. Not on her own.

  “Curious thing, aren’t you?” Harken asked when he saw her looking. She dropped her gaze back to the floor. “I am most interested in seeing how you respond. You have a natural energy about you and the fact that you already had marks on your ass tells me you don’t mind a little pain. That’s good. Because you’ll definitely feel pain once I get you strapped down.”

  He sounded positively cheerful about the prospect.

  Unable to stop herself, she tipped her head to watch him. He ran his hand across the table as if testing its smoothness. A satisfied smile bent his lips and he turned and walked back to her side.