“No,” Laszlo answered without hesitation. “You’re staying put. I’ll need your help and input here, later.”
“Why?” Erik was tired of all this. He shoved his fingers through his hair, feeling his blood pressure rise with his frustration. “I can always come back. The Lair needs—”
“I need less defiance of my orders from my officers.”
“It’ll be all right, Erik. For now.” Brianna tried to assure him, looking from man to man. “Authorization has never stopped Torque. I already gave him the order of command. He knows if the Council takes control, they’ll surrender. He’ll heed my instructions until further notice. Don’t worry. He’s firmly in charge.”
“Torque firmly in charge,” Erik repeated, then snorted. “Why would I worry?”
* * * * *
Lair of Xylon
“Open the door, Torque,” the leading Council member ordered, speaking through his personal vid-cell.
Torque and Tara glanced at each other. “I’d prefer not to,” Torque told his sister.
“Except, he’d probably get torn apart by any Egesa who might still be out there or who might come along before he can get back up to the Council Chambers. Is he alone?”
“Appears to be. Nothing else is registering on the other side at this time. But opening the door will still be dangerous.”
Torque rubbed his chin. “Well, we can’t leave him out there. Open the door. Just be prepared to close it immediately upon his entry.”
“Will do.”
With the flip of a switch, the door slid open. When clear, the Council member stepped inside. White-haired and wearing a long, gray robe, the man looked eighty, though Torque knew him to be no more than sixty-five.
“Delemar,” Torque greeted.
“It’s about time. There’s a foul odor out there.” The man looked nauseous.
Foul odor. “Shut the door, Tara. Fast.”
As the door began to slide closed, an Egesa materialized just on the other side, disruptor in hand.
“Damn! Get down, Delemar!” Torque warned, reaching for his disruptor.
Before any of them made another move, a shot to the head took the Egesa down.
The panel eased the rest of the way closed, sealing them in.
Torque and Delemar turned toward Tara, who held her own disruptor. She shrugged. “Still the fastest in the system.” She re-holstered the weapon. “Sorry about that. Though our systems are stabilizing, our readings from some inputs haven’t been reliable, and we’re still unable to track incoming transport-connector channels.”
“Lock us up,” Torque ordered.
She hit the switch. “Locked and secured.”
Delemar moved toward the center of the room, looking shaken. He plopped down into a nearby chair. “The Lair is virtually deserted. Everyone is gone.”
“Not everyone. It only feels that way because so many Warriors are on the surface and up in fighters. We’re now registering problems on Marid. We think we still have a chance to win this,” Torque explained.
“Tara just said the readings haven’t been dependable. You could be interpreting our advantage wrong. The only real choice we have left is to surrender. If we don’t, everyone on Xylon will surely perish. Besides, there’s no one left to command.”
“I can command,” Torque told him. “I will command. We are not surrendering to Daegal. He’ll kill or enslave everyone on the planet. Including the Council members. Is that what you want?”
He seemed to have gotten Delemar’s attention with that last statement. “He wouldn’t dare harm the Council members. We’d be prisoners, but treated well, as all dignitaries are in times of war.”
“Why wouldn’t he kill you? He’s not bound by our codes. He doesn’t care about dignitaries. He will execute anyone he feels is a threat or who holds power.”
“I just don’t know…”
“You don’t have a choice. It’s my decision now. We will fight to the end. With or without Council approval.”
Chapter Thirteen
Outer Regions, Xylon System
“How long until we can move into position to achieve orbit and land on Xylon?”
Halah asked Kam, her voice low. She was eager for the taste of wide spaces and sweet freedom again. Too long she’d been under Daegal’s thumb…or some representative who served Daegal. She’d been a fool to ever make a deal with that devil and his demon associates.
She glanced at Pitch, who slept in a chair across from them. She still felt on a high from her and Kam’s computer infiltration and their escape from the Sand Moon. When she finally crashed, she’d probably sleep for days. The lights in the orbiter had been dimmed, and she felt quite safe and cozy for the first time in a long while. But still, she couldn’t seem to close her eyes and rest.
When Kam answered her question, he kept his voice as low as hers. “We need to wait until more of the Marid fighters pull back. Although we can get Lair fighter support, we really don’t want to be in the middle of a firefight up here in a personal transport, especially now. The sand on the moon degraded our systems. Everything is too sluggish at the moment for optimum maneuverability. We’re going to need a full flush once we land. But we’ve done our job. That’s what matters. Now it’s safer for us to just wait here until we’re clear.”
She nodded. Some downtime sounded good to her, and from what Kam said, it appeared they might have quite a chunk on their hands. Though thankful for the peace and quiet after everything they’d been through, she still felt like she needed something to occupy her mind…and body. She never was one for just sitting around and doing nothing. Being too idle made her fidgety, and her mind tended to drift back over too many bad memories of things she’d done in the past and not been proud of. Who needed that stress? She slid off her seat and moved silently over to Kam, straddling his lap when she reached him.
His hands instantly came up to support her. A look of confusion crossed his face.
“Um, what are we doing?” He glanced briefly toward Pitch, before his gaze switched back to focus fully on her.
“What do you think?” She leaned in for a kiss. The perfect distraction to pass the time. Hell, the truth was…she needed more than just the distraction. She needed him.
Her body needed his touch. Her mind needed the connection with his. Kam’s gentle strength settled her and made her feel that all good things were indeed possible.
He accommodated her, tangling his tongue with hers in a long, erotic kiss. When they pulled back, both of them were breathless.
Kam looked deeply into her eyes, and he squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Halah.”
“For the kiss?” she asked with a small chuckle. Though, from the look he was giving her, she suspected something else was going on in his mind right now. She wasn’t certain she really wanted to know what, for she wasn’t ready to hear anything heartfelt.
“For everything. You’re an incredible—”
She covered his mouth with her hand, not wanting to hear the words, not here. She couldn’t handle any declarations of emotions from him at the moment. She still felt too raw inside from the mistakes she’d made. She never should have turned against the Lair, against her own. “Just show me.” She pulled open the front of her vest, exposing her breasts. Sex she could handle. Sex she craved. Emotions scared the hell out of her.
Kam once more glanced at Pitch. Then, with a small smile on his face, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
As he sucked her gently, Halah held his head. So perfect. This was exactly where she was supposed to be, and with the man she was supposed to be with, for however long it lasted. Later they’d need to discuss the emotional aspect of their relationship.
She knew that. But she wanted them to be alone when they did so, without any distractions. She also wanted to be somewhere less confined, so she could remove herself from the situation if she felt too uncomfortable with the conversation. Threading
her fingers through his soft hair, she massaged his scalp, enjoying this moment between them.
Kam released her nipple. He lapped at the hard bud, rolling the flesh with his tongue.
“Mmm. Nice,” she told him.
“I’ll say,” a male voice responded in a husky tone.
Their gazes snapped toward Pitch, who now sat awake and watching them. With a frown, Kam leaned back. Halah clutched the front of her vest together. What lousy timing. It looked like everything—talking and sex—would have to wait until they were truly alone.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he replied with a small grin.
“Funny.” She moved to get off Kam’s lap, but he stopped her, holding her in place.
Her eyes locked with his. “What?” They couldn’t do anything more now. Why had he stopped her?
Kam slid his hands up to hers. He pried her fingers loose from the vest.
Her top hung open, partially exposing her. She looked at him in surprise and her heart began to pound against her ribs. Did he actually want—
“Remember, you promised me anything,” he said, with a lusty grin on his face.
When he leaned back in to suck her nipple again, she gasped.
“Oh, yeah,” Pitch responded with a moan.
She’d been to Lair Joining Parties plenty of times in her past, where the sex ran rampant. Multiple partners and voyeurism were the norm in the Xylon system. But she hadn’t directly engaged in such behavior in many years. Again the erotic visions of Kam and Pitch came into her mind. Had this been inevitable all along?
Since they sat sideways to Pitch, when Kam pushed her vest wide, Pitch had an unobstructed view of Kam’s mouth on her breast. She could stop this. She probably should stop this. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She knew Kam would never force her to do anything she didn’t want. She also knew he wouldn’t allow Pitch to touch her, if she said no. At the same time, the idea of having these two sexy men to herself, even if just this once, was quite a thrill. She couldn’t stop the excitement that ran through her body at the thought.
Pitch lightly rubbed his cock through his uniform while he watched her reaction.
When she smiled slightly and pushed her breast more fully against Kam’s mouth, he chuckled.
Kam’s teeth grazed her nipple, and Halah’s pussy clenched. “Oh, yes.” She moaned, closing her eyes and forgetting about Pitch and everything else for the moment. She just wanted to enjoy the pleasure coursing through her.
With a gentle though urgent touch, Kam tugged her vest completely off and dropped it to the floor.
“Rip all her clothes off, Kam.”
With a pop, Kam released her nipple. “That’s Halah’s move…and decision.” He helped her off his lap, then sat back comfortably in the seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Will you undress for us, Halah?” he asked her.
Though not the shy sort, she still trembled at the thought of stripping before both of them. Not from fear, but from the sexual intensity building inside the orbiter. The fact that Kam had confirmed aloud that this was her decision made her feel in total control of the situation.
Her thoughts raced, and she felt moisture gather in her pussy. She didn’t feel obligated to perform for them because of what she’d promised Kam on the Sand Moon.
She wasn’t that sort. She made her own decisions and had no problems changing her mind and acting on the change if she saw fit. So whatever she did now would be because she wanted to.
Reaching up, she massaged her breasts and plucked at her nipples, until both men moaned. Feeling powerful, she slid her fingers slowly over her ribs and down her stomach to remove the leggings Kam had given her after they boarded. Both men followed her every move, locking on her naked pussy as she exposed herself. When she caressed her inner thighs and her hips, Pitch cursed under his breath. She knew they could see how wet she was.
Halah found she enjoyed teasing them, making them hot, making them want her.
Both their cocks pressed visibly against their uniforms, showing their need.
Kam surged to his feet. Automatically, she took a step backward. But when he smiled and approached her slowly, she smiled and stepped toward him. He cupped her cheeks and lifted her chin, bringing her mouth up to his. His lips covered hers in a searing kiss.
After a moment, she felt two hands sliding down her back and caressing her ass.
Not Kam’s hands. Pitch’s hands. They moved roughly and felt more demanding. She mewled into Kam’s mouth. One of his hands left her face, and he grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg to hook around his hip. The entire time, he never stopped kissing her.
When Pitch’s fingers grazed her pussy, her other leg buckled at the pleasure that speared through her. His hand pressed against her waist, holding her in place.
Kam broke the kiss. He drew her wrists behind her and clamped them together with one hand against the small of her back. “Just relax,” he whispered in her ear. He again reached to hold her leg, which remained around his hip.
After Kam got a good hold on her, Pitch released her waist. His fingers stroked her wet pussy from behind.
“Oh, please…” she begged. She needed relief from the ache between her legs.
Pitch tangled the fingers of his other hand in her hair. He pulled her head back toward him. “You want it?”
“Yes! You know I do.” She realized the balance of power had changed. They held her trapped, with her pleasure in their hands. Literally.
“Do it,” Kam told him.
Pitch slowly pushed one finger inside her pussy.
“Ah…” She squirmed, but Kam held her tightly.
“Oh, yeah. She’s soaked.” Pitch worked a second finger inside her, inserting both digits deeply.
“Yes, deeper,” she urged, pushing down against his fingers.
Wiggling the digits inside her, he chuckled when she gasped sharply and continued to push down, trying to get him even deeper still.
“Finger-fuck me hard!”
“She likes it rough.”
“Does she? My kind of woman. I always follow orders, Halah.” Pitch pumped her with force, pushing his fingers as far inside her as he could get them.
Kam licked her neck and ear, then lapped at her lips.
Pitch’s fingers moved in and out of her pussy, fucking her fast and hard.
“Oh, oh.” Having two men completely focused on giving her pleasure was a heady sensation. She rubbed her hard-as-stone nipples against Kam’s chest hair, loving the feel against her skin.
Kam groaned. “Make her come, Pitch.” He kissed and licked her lips, while Pitch continued to hold her head steady, his hand tangled in her hair.
When Halah felt Pitch try to push a third finger into her pussy, she mewled. “I can’t take three,” she told him in a near moan.
“Yes, you can. And it’ll feel fucking great. Lift her leg higher, Kam,” Pitch said.
“Yeah. Just like that. Hold her. Three, Halah. Right…now!”
“Oh!” His fingers filled her completely.
He released her hair, slapped her ass, and began finger-fucking her with fervor. She pulled against Kam’s grip on her wrists, not sure if she was trying to get loose or just unable to stay still from the intense stimulation. Pitch spanked her again, more sharply this time. The smack echoed in the orbiter.
“Ah!” Men didn’t normally spank her. They probably thought she’d deck them if they tried. She found that she enjoyed the sensation, and enjoyed that Pitch wasn’t intimidated by her.
His fingers moved quickly, harder and deeper. “Scream, Halah. Come!”
Kam whispered in her ear. “Are you all right?”
At the concern in his voice, she practically melted. Even in the middle of such intense sex, he still cared about her feelings more than anything else. She swallowed hard and nodded.
“You like this?” he asked her, not sounding judgmental at all, only intrigued.
Again, she nodded, wondering why he hadn’t simply checked his sensor. Oh, yeah.
The device was strapped to the wrist of the hand holding her hands captive. He couldn’t see the device behind her back. She felt his cock pressing against her, through his uniform. He was enjoying this.
“More, Kam. I want more.” She couldn’t stop the plea from spilling from her lips.
She wanted them to hear and know her pleasure and didn’t want them to stop.
“Come for me then, Halah,” he encouraged. “Just for me. You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“Oh, Kam!” A strong orgasm rushed through her body. If Kam hadn’t been holding her, she’d have fallen to the deck. Her body writhed against his. Her pussy clenched around Pitch’s fingers.
“Beautiful,” Kam whispered against her ear.
When Pitch finally pulled his fingers out of her, Kam released her wrists and lifted her into his arms. She shrieked, then laughed, until she met his lust-filled gaze. The effects of her climax still lingered, and her pussy tingled.
Kam laid her down on one of the sleeping pads in the back of the orbiter, then began pulling off his uniform. Not once taking his eyes off her, Pitch sucked her cum off his fingers, then began pulling off his clothes too.
The two men, now naked, stared down at her. Their differences excited her more than she’d expected. Kam, with his blond hair and light blue eyes, tall and well-built.
Pitch, black-haired with deep blue eyes, not as tall, but broader-shouldered and well-muscled.
Even the differences in their cocks fascinated her. Kam’s looked so smooth, long, thick, deliciously broad-tipped, and reddish in color. Pitch’s cock was much darker, almost purplish, with more ridges, also long and thick, but the tip wasn’t nearly as broad as Kam’s.
She stretched her arms over her head, offering herself up to them, needing this more than she had even realized. It felt almost as if she was being reinitiated as a Warrior. Coming home.
Kam stared down at Halah. He wanted this woman. For always. He knew now in his heart that the visions he’d been having of her were breeder-mate visions. They weren’t typical. He’d need to talk to Laszlo about them. But even though his visions sometimes took a more violent turn, he knew Halah belonged to him. He also knew others would probably think them an odd match.
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