Theirs to Tame: A Sci-Fi Alien Dark Romance: Tharan Warrior Menage Book 2

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by Kallista Dane


  “You called yourself naughty earlier. Is that because you’ve put your mouth on a male Earther’s manhood?”

  “NO!”

  “Then how were you naughty?” Jax asked. Both brothers leaned forward, waiting for her answer.

  Kyra had never been comfortable talking about sex. Not even with other women. If not for all the gyron she’d been exposed to, she would have been far too embarrassed to answer the question at all. Still, it was hard to open up.

  She closed her eyes, relived all the scandalous things they’d done. Maybe it would be easier to be honest if she didn’t have to look either of them in the eye.

  “I let you do things to me, things no one has ever done. Things I know are bad… and I liked them.”

  They were silent for so long, she opened her eyes. They must have been engaged in more of their unspoken communication because, although they hadn’t said a word, she saw Jax nod.

  “We appreciate your candor, Kyra. My brother and I are eager to hear more,” he said. “But, right now, duty calls. We must return to the bridge, and you to your assigned tasks. You will return to our quarters to dine with us when your work cycle has ended. We will take up this topic tonight, when my brother and I are free to explore it – and you – for as long as we want.”

  Chapter Five

  Kyra spent the rest of the day avoiding the twins. She took refuge in the engine room, where she spent several hours with another pair of Tharans going over routine maintenance procedures for the Luna. Crewmen Li and Lon were professional at all times and she felt a little ashamed of herself when Lon almost caught her staring at Li’s crotch. She’d been wondering if all Tharan males had cocks as big as the two she’d just seen. No way. Male appendages that big had to be part of their cyborg modification.

  She couldn’t help it. Ever since she’d thrown on her clothes and fled their room, she hadn’t been able to think of anything but sex. She’d been obsessed with thoughts of Jax and Jynn and the erotic sensation of two naked bodies rubbing against hers. Reliving the thrill of their hands roaming over her bare skin, working their seductive gyron into every pore. How the burning pain in her bottom when they spanked her became a different kind of heat as they stroked it afterwards. How thrilling it was to have Jynn’s tongue licking her nipples and exploring her pussy.

  Stop it. You’re turning into a slut. You even came – twice – from the filthy things he did to you with his mouth while he held you down. Where’s your self-respect? Those aliens abused their position of authority over you. They ordered you around, stripped off your clothes, physically assaulted you. They even strapped a dildo with a fucking built-in Taser into your mouth!

  No matter how hard she tried to muster up outrage, she couldn’t hold onto it. Everything they’d done had awakened shameful dark desires in her. The oral trainer? The Tharans designed it to deliver pleasure as well as pain. She’d had complete control over which she received.

  Those two times she came? She could chalk them up to the fact that it was the first time she’d had sex in nearly a year. There hadn’t been any male partners available during her six months of duty on board a ship with an all-woman crew, followed by another four months locked in the Luna’s hold with the rest of the captive females. She didn’t count Magnus’s crew. Their lecherous advances while she was held hostage disgusted her. It had been easy to keep them from forcibly taking her or the others by threatening to tell their leader they’d been tampering with his valuable cargo. Rapture Domes paid well for females who had some fight left in them. The whoremongers knew their customers got no thrill fucking an empty shell.

  She’d heard of multiple orgasms, but she’d never experienced them before. Maybe it was because she’d been without sex for so long. But, deep inside, Kyra didn’t believe that. Though she hated to admit it, the shocking thrill of their domination made those orgasms she’d had with the twins the most intense climaxes she’d ever experienced. Just thinking about them made her pussy clench in anticipation of their next encounter.

  And that, in a nutshell, was the problem. Submission was new to her, but she could already tell if it came with such compelling rewards, giving up control could become addictive. She couldn’t risk losing her inner strength, her independence. She’d made too many sacrifices to get to her current position of authority. It had been hard fought and hard won. Allowing two arrogant males, alien males, to boss her around and spank her when she disobeyed any order they gave, no matter how insignificant she deemed it to be, went against every principle she lived by.

  When her shift ended, Kyra headed to her room. Although she’d had all day to think about it, she still hadn’t decided whether she’d go back to their quarters. They hadn’t given her a choice in the matter. Simply stated it as a fact. “You will dine with us tonight.”

  In the past, that alone would have been enough to make her defiant. Now it was part of the erotic thrill. She’d never even fantasized about having sex with a dominant male. The idea was foreign to her. Civilization on Earth had evolved beyond the concept. Sex is about communicating, expressing your feelings for your partner with tenderness and mutual respect. That’s what she learned as a child at the Institute, and that’s what cool, rational Kyra had been repeating in her head all day. As an adult, she’d had a few lovers, always polite and respectful. The sex had been pleasant but left her wondering why people made such a fuss about it.

  Now, Kyra wasn’t listening to the voice of reason in her head. Her body had taken over, and she was obsessed with the wild sensations it had experienced. All new to her. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy clenched whenever she thought about the things they’d done to her. Every time she sat down, her tingling bottom reminded her of the way they’d spanked it and then sensuously stroked it afterwards. Sex with them had nothing to do with expressing tender feelings for her partner. It was purely physical, all about how she felt. All about raw lust.

  The intensity of her response frightened her a little. She wasn’t used to having her body run things. During her training at the Academy, she’d prided herself on pushing past her limits instead of succumbing to muscle fatigue, hunger, even exhaustion. It was as though her physical self suddenly rebelled. Having had a taste of forbidden delights, now it wanted more.

  You have to go, her rational self declared, but only to explain you’re not going to participate in their kinky sex play again. You have to end this before it goes any further. Even as she said it to herself, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her uniform on the floor, and headed for the shower.

  Odd. She’d never noticed how the flow of water over them made her nipples tighten. She ran her hands over her breasts, rubbed on the cleansing foam then cupped them in her hands so the water could pour over them and rinse it away.

  Her nipples were hard little peaks now. She took one between finger and thumb, squeezing it the way Jynn had, and shivered. She never knew an invisible wire ran though her body, carrying a thrilling tingle straight from there to her clit. The twins had taught her more about her body in a few short hours than she’d learned in all the years before. How could she have spent her entire life so detached from these sensuous feelings?

  Her hand slid lower, massaged the cleansing liquid into the tangle of curls covering her mound. She reached automatically for her grooming laser then stopped. She really didn’t have time to do a proper job.

  That isn’t why you’re not going to use it. You know your pussy hair fascinates Jynn, and you want him to bury his face down there again. You’re hoping this time Jax will do it, too. You want to find out if it feels different when a different male licks your pussy.

  She rushed through the rest of her shower while the war raged inside her. She wasn’t just an independent woman. She was a military officer, with duties to perform on the Luna. How could she even think of going back to their quarters and submitting to the dark desires of two horny aliens?

  This time, the new Kyra jumped in to answer. Because it makes me feel more alive than I’
ve ever felt before. Maybe on Earth it’s wrong to do such wicked things. To have two men undress me and fondle me and play with my pussy. But I’m not on Earth any more. All my life, I’ve been good. I’ve been a good student and a good soldier and even a good prisoner for those damn pirates. I want to give up control. Do all the naughty things they tell me to do. I want to taste their gyron again. Suck on a hot hard cock instead of that trainer while I’m being spanked.

  Her pussy spasmed at the thought, and she felt a gush of fluid between her legs. One night. I deserve one wild, wicked night. Then I’ll tell them it can never happen again.

  Now that she’d found a way to justify such scandalous behavior, Kyra toweled her hair dry while she decided what to put on. She didn’t have many choices when it came to dressing for a… what? A date? Hardly. What they’d issued was more like an order to report for seduction. Packing for a mission in space didn’t include fancy clothes. Besides, she’d never owned anything like the dresses she’d seen Cass wearing after she hooked up with her Tharan twins. Long gowns made of soft, flowing fabrics in bright jewel tones. The kind of clothes only found in museum exhibits back home. She’d never known she wanted a dress like that till she saw Cass in one – and saw the dark hunger in the eyes of her Mates when they gazed at her.

  She sighed and pulled on her regulation white underpants then reached for her dress uniform of navy trousers and a tailored white tunic with gold buttons. The tunic hung down to where her fingertips brushed her thighs when she stood at attention. Like all female officers, she wore nothing underneath it. The cut flattened out her silhouette, hid the fullness of her breasts. Turned her into an androgynous soldier. Until tonight, she’d been proud to wear the uniform. Now it seemed dull and boring. It didn’t make her feel the way they made her feel. Sexy. Attractive. Not at all like a military officer.

  She combed her fingers through her hair, already nearly dry, and gave herself a once-over in the mirror. Medium-brown hair, cropped short to control an unruly tangle of curls, framed a slender face with high cheekbones. Deep-brown eyes stared back at her, wide with nervous excitement. Cheeks flushed, lips brighter pink than usual, since she’d been biting them anxiously. It would have to do. She didn’t own any makeup. She’d never worn it, never had time for such frivolity. At the Institute, when other girls huddled together in the bathroom, giggling and trying on lipstick and eye shadow they’d smuggled in, she’d been hard at work, either in the gym or the library.

  The short walk from her room to the twins’ quarters felt like a mile. Her nervousness grew with every step. She was about to turn back when their door slid open and Jax stepped into the corridor.

  “Kyra.”

  She shivered a little. Her name sounded different when he said it in that deep, mellow voice. Kyee-rha. Like he was naming some exotic creature he’d discovered on an unknown world. It made her want to purr and dip her head to be petted.

  The strange thought popped into her mind, and she shook her head. Obviously a reaction from exposure to his gyron again. The damn stuff worked fast!

  “Please, come in. My brother and I have been looking forward to this evening.”

  She flushed as a fluttering sensation hit her belly. How could those innocuous words carry such blatant sexual overtones? Maybe it was the dark intensity in his gaze as he made the remark.

  She stepped into their quarters and stared in amazement. The space had been transformed. They’d dimmed the zymex crystals attached to the walls and ceiling somehow. The opaque clusters glowed softly, giving everything in the room a warm peach-pink tint. The long table was draped in a floor-length woven cloth in rich shades of apricot and sapphire and bronze. She couldn’t help thinking what a beautiful gown it would make. Pillows in warm spice colors were piled at the head of the bed, with a few larger ones tossed casually on the floor.

  A shelf she’d never noticed before on the wall opposite the bed held an intriguing stone sculpture about a foot tall, flanked by a pair of gleaming bronze braziers. Tiny flames flickered around chunks of an amber-colored substance in the shallow bowls. The fragrance was one she wasn’t familiar with – exotic, like incense, but more subtle. Firelight danced over the statue, throwing some areas into shadow as it illuminated others.

  She took a step closer and gasped. The sculpture was a frank, erotic depiction of three figures engaged in a sexual act she’d never seen or heard of. One muscular male reclined on a bench like the one she’d been tied to when they spanked her. A female straddled his lap with her knees on the bench and her hands braced on his chest, lowering herself onto his stiff cock. He cradled the twin cheeks of her bottom in his hands, spreading them apart for another huge male standing behind her. That one circled her waist with one arm. He held his erect penis in his other hand, guiding it into her bottom hole. But it was the female’s expression that had Kyra transfixed. Eyes closed, head thrown back, a rapturous smile on her face as two enormous cocks claimed her at once.

  “The Sacred Ones Bonding with their Mate.”

  Jynn’s voice, behind her. She snapped her head around, embarrassed. She’d been so caught up in the sensuous play of light on the three figures that, for a moment, she’d forgotten all about her hosts.

  “Sacred Ones?” She fought to keep her tone even, trying to ignore the fierce hunger suddenly clawing at her core.

  “On Tharon, our first twin Bonding with the mate the gods have chosen for us is both a joyous and a solemn event, honoring the love all three share. We Bond for life, and it is customary to celebrate the occasion with friends and family.” Jax reached around her to stroke the female in the sculpture as though she were alive. “See the way each twin prepares her to receive the manhood of the other. This one…” He ran a finger over one of the hands gripping the female’s plump bottom cheeks. “He is spreading her so his brother’s cock can claim her tight rear passage. And the one standing behind her? He holds her in place, firmly but lovingly, while his twin thrusts deep into her sweet pussy.”

  As he touched them, the firelight playing over the surface made it look as though all three figures moved sinuously, with one cock sliding in deeper as the other drew back.

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away. The nipples of the female stood out in tiny, tight peaks, and she could almost imagine what would happen next. The twin on the bottom would fasten his mouth over one, pumping his hips up while his brother held her in place. She’d be forced to lean forward even more when he sucked hard on it, making her back arch and pushing her bottom up to take more of his brother’s cock.

  Suddenly, a sex act she’d never even imagined set off a desperate craving. She wanted to be the female penetrated by two stiff cocks at once, have them filling her, thrusting in and out, as two pairs of hands held her down and spread her apart. They’d take control and then, together, they’d drive her higher and higher, until she hurtled over the edge into the abyss.

  She tried to stifle her moan, but Jynn must have heard it. He gave a low, throaty laugh behind her. “Our guest is an admirer of Tharan art.”

  Kyra blushed. She’d almost come right then, just by allowing her imagination free rein as she stared at the statue. Her own nipples were as hard as those on the sculpture. Hot and swollen, they strained against the tight fabric of her tunic with every breath she took.

  She turned away from the statue sharply, and swayed. Jax slipped an arm around her waist, steadying her.

  “Are you all right?”

  “It must be the incense, or whatever it is you’re burning in those braziers. I think breathing it in is making me a little light-headed.”

  She’d been so amazed by the way they transformed their surroundings, she barely glanced at the twins when she came in. Now, having Jax so close, drawing his gyron into her lungs and feeling the hot rush as every beat of her heart drove it through her body, she wondered if her unsteadiness might be yet another reaction to the potent hormones given off by these two virile males.

  She ran her eyes boldly up and down Jax�
��s body. Sweet heaven, he was gorgeous. Tonight, he’d put aside the black pants and cobalt-blue shirt he wore on board the ship every day. He had on a pair of trousers made of a sleek silver-colored metallic fabric. No shirt. No shoes. Just those tight pants skimming over his hips and ass, reflecting the light as his quads and glutes flexed underneath them with every move he made. The iridescent disc in place of one nipple gave off a soft violet light, playing over the ridges and hollows defining the muscles in his chest.

  Kyra took a step forward, stretching her hand out, before she stopped, appalled. She’d been about to run her palm down his chest, skimming over the rows of muscle until it came to rest on the prominent bulge in those tight pants.

  As though he’d read her mind, Jax took her hand and laid it flat against his chest, then covered it with his own. Locking eyes with her, he slid his hand down, taking hers with it, heading slowly toward his groin. She flushed and tried to pull away, but he curled his thumb around her wrist, trapping her in a tighter grip.

  Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and a flood of slick fluid drenched her underpants. Kyra gasped, shocked that a small display of his dominance could draw such an intense response from her body.

  His nostrils flared, as though he’d caught the scent of her arousal, and his eyes narrowed. She shivered with a mixture of fear and nervous anticipation as he went even lower, still without saying a word. The pressure of his fingers over hers increased, tracing the hot, hard length of his penis. The fabric was so thin, she could make out slight ridges where veins throbbed beneath his skin. No way could this cock be cyborg.

  He smiled. “See how powerfully my body responds to your thoughts? It’s the first sign that there will be a Bond between us.”

  Fear of slipping totally under their control made her respond sharply.

  “I may not have a lot of experience when it comes to sex, but where I come from, a guy getting a hard-on when he thinks he’s about to get his cock stroked is not a sign of some mystical bond. It’s nothing more than a common physical reaction.” She felt a pang of disappointment when he allowed her to jerk her arm away.

 

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