The lift door on her far left opened and three laughing people came leaping out of the lift, floating on the light gravity. The tallest was a pale young male with sleek creamy-blond hair that swept well past his shoulders. His charcoal-gray silk formal frock coat flared open to his knees, showing off the expanse of his gently defined bare chest. His trousers were skintight black velvet.
His two companions were slender, black-haired fems dressed in snug and aggressive-looking black leather trousers and tall boots. They were nearly masculine in build, with only the gentle flare of hips and the slight curve of breasts under their cropped halter tops defining their gender. They were also armed with long and short blades, where the male was not. Their bare arms and bellies proudly displayed sword-cut scars across the light golden skin. Their mouths were wide and their up-tilted black eyes flashed with humor as they towed their beautiful companion toward the tram-track.
Luxi watched them avidly as she pulled her brush through her springy curls. From the looks of the sword scars, the fems were a lot older than their youthful forms suggested. It was entirely possible that the male was also far older than he appeared. Clearly, she was looking at an Imperial lord and his two bodyguards.
The young male turned to look at Luxi with violet eyes set in an exquisitely perfect face. His glossed pink lips opened on a spectacular smile.
Luxi froze. Wow ... pretty.
Another man came out of the lift. His strongly masculine face was pale as marble, without a trace of blush. His metallic-silver hair was drawn back and fastened in a smooth, straight tail that fell just past his shoulders. His full-body, high-collared jumpsuit was of deepest black, yet it shimmered with rainbows. Absolutely comfortable in the light gravity, he moved with the inhumanly effortless grace of the mechanically enhanced. He was simply gorgeous in motion. He stalked around the incredible trio with the careful inattention of a predator trying not to startle his prey.
Luxi blinked. There was something odd about him ... His hair was true metallic silver, a color no living hair could possibly emulate. Her mouth fell open. He was a cyborg -- the most perfectly crafted, utterly human-looking cyborg she had ever seen.
He lifted his chin as though scenting something interesting and turned to look at Luxi with eyes the color of steel -- and shadow.
Luxi’s talent jolted hard. Good glory ...
The cyborg was animate and conscious, but he wasn’t alive. The spirit of the living man he had once been burned in the depths of his gaze, a spirit that had not fled with the loss of his living body; a ghost perfectly contained in fully robotic flesh.
Within her, synchronicity suddenly dropped into place.
The cyborg was a key to the future she was looking for.
Luxi jerked her gaze away from the stunning ghost. A haunted cyborg? Life was getting stranger by the second. She lifted the brush to her hair, to do something rather than turn back to stare at him. Her talent shimmered within her. Apparently she was supposed to see him, and he was supposed to see her, so he had something to do with her new future, but what?
She scowled, trying to read the lines, but just could not see what was supposed to happen next. The future was still too vague. Apparently the decision to set things in motion was not hers.
Someone spoke at her elbow.
“Huh?” Luxi turned.
The beautiful young lord and his two dark-eyed companions stood only inches away. Luxi’s eyes opened wide. This close, the young lord was breathtaking. His face had only the slightest touches of cosmetics outlining his impossibly violet eyes. Even his perfume was gorgeous.
He asked her a question.
She had no clue what he said. Luxi lifted her shoulder in a small shrug. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” She really, really needed to get an upgrade for her internal translator.
“He says that you have hair like living flame. He’d like to know if you would care to join him for sex.”
Luxi started and turned her head to find the cyborg standing by her left elbow. She hadn’t even seen him approach. She was forced to look up. He was head and shoulders taller than she was. And this close, he was absolutely stunning. The lord was lovely, but the cyborg’s arresting face was utterly, powerfully masculine. Something in her stilled, as though holding its breath.
His dark silver brows rose. “Are you all right?”
Luxi released her breath and felt her cheeks heat. She’d been staring. “Sorry ... I ...” What had she been thinking? She didn’t have a clue. Her mind had utterly blanked. “I don’t know your name.”
“I’m Leto.” He smiled.
“I’m Luxi.” Her voice came out breathless. Glory above, his smile! She felt the listening stillness wash through her again.
Leto tilted his head toward the lord and his two fems. “He’s waiting to know if you want to have sex.”
Luxi blinked. “He wants ... what?”
Leto lifted a pale hand to cover his chuckle. “Sex. He wants to know if you want to have sex with him and his fems.”
Luxi glanced over at the beautiful lord then bit her lip. “Could you tell him, I’m flattered, but I don’t normally have ...” She winced. “... relations, with people I don’t know?”
Leto tilted his head and replied to the lord.
The lord rolled his eyes in obvious amusement. His two companions dissolved into giggles. The lord glanced at the cyborg and asked a question.
Leto raised his chin and turned away.
The lord watched Luxi expectantly and smiled.
Luxi peered up at the cyborg. “Leto, what did he say?”
Leto folded his arms across his chest and glanced down at the deck. “Tell you what -- I’ll translate what he said for the price of ...” He turned to Luxi and lifted a silver brow. “A kiss.”
“A kiss?” Luxi’s breath caught. This spectacular man wanted to kiss her?
His shadow-filled eyes focused on her. “Will you kiss me?”
Glory, yes! Luxi licked her lips. “Okay.”
Leto’s eyes widened just a hair. He leaned downward, very slowly.
Luxi tilted her chin up to meet him. His lips brushed hers. Warmth, breath ... He was warm; he breathed. Her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted under his. Their tongues met, explored, parried. He tasted like fresh, clean water. He smelled of rich leather.
He cupped her shoulders in his strong hands.
She reached for him and her hands settled on his hips. His shimmering suit was warm under her palms and felt like exotic leather. Vibrancy and darkness pulsed in a delicious yet shivery combination under her fingertips. She spread her fingers and pressed her palms against him to feel more of it.
His hands skimmed up her neck, drawing tiny shivers, and his fingers slid under her hair. He cupped her head and angled her mouth to deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue, tasting her, encouraging her to kiss him back.
Heat, hunger, urgency ... A small moan escaped her throat. Her hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer.
His arm closed around her waist, pulling her tight against his body.
He was warm, and excited. She could feel the hard length of his erection against her belly. Moisture dampened her panties. The simmering dark within him brushed against her heart with unexpected fire. Her talent awoke in a searing rush and suddenly she could feel his bare skin under her palms -- and along her entire body where they touched.
Leto abruptly pulled away, blinking, clearly startled.
Luxi grabbed onto his belt, refusing to let him go. “Did I do something wrong?”
He frowned down at her. “I ‘felt’ you.” He licked his lips. “You’re vitae sensitive? You can feel life-forces?”
“Not exactly.” She blushed. There was just no way to say this gracefully. “I feel ... ghosts. I’m necro-sensitive.”
“I see.” Leto’s brows lowered and his eyes narrowed. “Did you know that I was ...” He took a breath and his jaw tightened. “... dead, before you kissed me?”
S
he nibbled on her bottom lip. “I knew that you were a cyborg with a ... ghost.”
He stilled, then his eyes narrowed. “And you kissed me anyway?”
She frowned up at him. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
He blinked and gave her a sour smile. “About a million of them; all religious and having to do with necrophilia.”
She raised a sarcastic brow. “Funny, you don’t kiss like a corpse. You’re warm; you breathe.”
He barked out a laugh and stared downward. “I don’t think so, either, but some people seem to have a problem with it.” He shook his head and folded his hands behind him. “I was originally a nano-based cyborg. Biological machines replaced my body cell by cell. I’m not living tissue anymore, but I’m still me and perfectly functional; just not biological, so to speak.”
Luxi snorted and glanced down at the heavy line of his erection straining against the seam of his suit. “You felt awfully biological to me.” Her fingers tightened on his belt. She had the most incredible urge to pull him close and “touch” him again.
Trilling laughter reminded Luxi sharply that they were not alone. She turned to face the grinning lord and his dark-eyed, aggressive companions.
The lord gestured, shot out a rapid-fire list of incomprehensible statements at Leto, and glanced at Luxi briefly. He watched the cyborg expectantly.
A windy roar announced the sudden arrival of the tram.
Leto nodded at the lord
The lord grinned, then turned to his two fems, and they all moved toward the tram through the tram station’s low gravity like swimmers through water.
Leto tilted his head at Luxi. “Is that your bag?”
Luxi frowned at the tram. It was going in the wrong direction. “Yes, but that’s not my tram.”
Leto snatched for the handle of her bag and caught her around the waist. “It is now.” He jumped.
Chapter Three
Luxi grabbed onto Leto’s arm as their feet left the deck in a spectacular leap boosted by the weak gravity. She gasped as Leto carried her clear across to the tram’s open door.
“In you go!” He shoved her onto the tram, right behind the youthful trio.
Just outside the tram’s outward-facing windows, the floor of the world turned upward very slowly, meters and meters, and meters, away.
Luxi gasped and turned away from the rolling view. Her sense of perspective and balance simply could not deal with it. The tram was windowed on both sides, with long, cushioned benches running lengthwise under the windows. Once the tram left the small station, the world would rotate all the way around, with the tram moving through the very center. It was going to be impossible to avoid the stomach-churning view.
Leto was the only thing to look at besides the floor. He was also the only thing to hold on to. She grabbed his belt. “Leto, what are you doing?”
Leto grinned at her and turned her to face the tram’s interior. “We are going to provide them with some entertainment.” He pushed her deeper into the tram, aiming for the cushioned bench along the left.
On the opposite side, the pale lord stretched his arms out across the back of the bench, relaxing as his fems stripped off their weapons with astonishing speed. He smiled and licked his lips, staring hard at Luxi and the cyborg pushing her down the aisle.
The two fems climbed up on the bench and knelt on either side of the pale lord, framing him. They glanced at each other and licked their lips, then leaned close to pull his coat open, baring his pale chest. They pressed and rubbed their lithe golden bodies against his creamy skin, spreading their slender fingers wide to caress his gently defined chest and smooth belly.
He groaned and shifted under them, rubbing up against them.
They pushed his creamy mane back from his neck, and pink tongues flashed as they licked his throat.
He raised his chin and tipped his head back with an open-mouthed sigh, but kept his violet gaze locked on Luxi and the cyborg.
Leto’s lips brushed her ear. “Just so you know, the blond is Bel, the fem on his right is Orah, and the fem on his left is Faro.”
Luxi tried to stop, but Leto was impossible to halt. The light gravity gave her feet no purchase whatsoever on the floor. “Leto, I am not going to have sex with them!”
“No, they are going to have sex.” He shoved her bag under the bench “But they want to do it while watching us kiss.” He caught her around the waist and dropped onto the broad seat, tugging her down across his lap.
Luxi’s butt landed on the seat between Leto’s thighs. She grabbed for his shoulders. “Wait a minute; they’re having sex on the tramway?”
Leto shook his head and cradled her in his arms. “Haven’t you ever had sex on a tramway before?”
Luxi shifted on his lap. “No! And I’m not having it now!”
Leto tightened his hold, settling her across his thighs. “Relax. They are having sex; we are just kissing.”
Orah caught a fistful of her lord’s silky hair at the base of his neck, opened her mouth wide on his throat, and bit down on the long muscle.
He gasped and smiled.
Faro licked her way down Bel’s throat to his pale pink nipple and stroked it with an outstretched tongue. She locked her lips around the pale flesh and sucked, her mouth making wet sounds as she moaned her delight.
Bel writhed and a soft moan escaped. He wrapped his arm around Faro and pulled her tighter against his chest. He reached out and wrapped his other arm around Orah as she bit down on his neck. He whispered to them, but his gaze remained on Luxi and Leto.
Orah released her lord’s throat from her teeth and leaned back to pull her top off, revealing the gentle curves of her breasts and her tightly pointed caramel nipples.
Bel pulled her tight against him and turned his head to capture her proud nipple in his mouth, but his eyes never left Luxi and Leto. His tongue flicked as he licked first one nipple, then the other. His teeth flashed as he bit down.
Orah arched, throwing her head back and moaning, tugging his hair to encourage him.
Bel reached up to catch Faro’s cropped black hair in his fist and pushed her head from his nipple down toward his lap.
Faro spilled across Bel’s lap and stretched out on the bench, kicking her feet up. She tugged Bel’s belt open and unfastened his pants. Her hand slipped within. Her fingers were plainly defined by the elastic velvet of his trousers as she wrapped her hand around his cock and then pushed deeper to cup his balls.
Bel gasped and arched, bringing his hips up from the bench.
Luxi swallowed as wet heat pulsed in her core from the inciting view. “Just kissing?”
Leto’s breath caressed her ear. “I swear I will not go any further than you want to go.”
Luxi shivered. That’s what I’m afraid of. She was already more excited than she had ever been with anyone else. Her talent hummed within her. She was still in the right place, occupying the right moment in time. She was supposed to be here, doing this. “Okay ...”
Leto gave her a heart-stopping, if sly, smile. “Good.” He leaned closer and took her mouth, pressing her back against his arm as the tram began to move through the heart of the turning station.
Leto’s taste, clean and fresh, his scent, tinged with leather, and the determined pursuit of his tongue against hers combined into a drugging euphoria that cleared Luxi’s mind of thought while crowding her body with restless yearning.
His mouth encouraged her to arch further back. “Look,” he whispered. “Look at them.”
Luxi turned to look at the pale lord and his fems across the aisle.
Faro, sprawled across Bel’s lap, grinned as she pulled his cock free of his trousers. The pale column of his hardening length curved upward from the black velvet, fully two of her hand-widths in length. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked upward, then down. The deep-rose cockhead darkened to plum. She stretched out her tongue and licked the column of pale flesh in her hand. Her tongue lashed the flared edge of his darkenin
g cockhead.
Bel’s eyes closed briefly and he released Orah’s nipple to gasp out a short phrase.
Orah pulled back from Bel’s arm to stand up on the bench, her nipples wet from his mouth. She grabbed the overhead safety bar with one hand and jerked her leather pants down with her other. Her pants slid past her hips, baring the muscular curve of her ass and the neatly trimmed black hair of her mons.
Leto’s fingers tugged at the throat fastenings of Luxi’s suit. Slowly, carefully, he opened her suit to her heart. His hot, wet mouth closed on her throat and he licked. His teeth raked the long muscle and over her pulse.
Luxi shivered and her mouth opened on a gasp, but she kept her eyes on the pale young lord and his two fems.
Bel wrapped his arm around Orah’s hips and pulled her toward his mouth. He stretched out his tongue and licked the plump lips of her exposed pussy. He tightened his hold and thrust his tongue deeper, licking with audible wet enthusiasm.
Orah whimpered, her hips rolling against his mouth, and lifted her booted foot to step over his lap.
Bel released Faro’s hair and shoved the nearly naked Orah back to his side. He clearly did not want his view of Luxi and Leto blocked.
Faro, in his lap, opened her mouth and took the plum head within. Her lips tightened around Bel’s cock and her head plunged, taking him deep in her mouth and into her throat. Her head rose and fell, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with interest.
Leto slid his hand down Luxi’s suited hip. He cupped, then caressed, her butt cheek.
Shivers trailed across her skin, followed by sudden heat. Luxi shifted against him, releasing a small moan. She could feel his palm as though he stroked her bare skin. It was his ghost. She was feeling the phantom within his cybernetic hand touching her, right through her clothes.
“Blood and fate, I can feel you,” Leto whispered against Luxi’s throat. “I’ve never felt anyone with my ...”He hesitated for a breath. “That part of me, before.”
“Your spirit?” Luxi flashed him a quick smile.
He bit his lip. “Yeah, my spirit, sure.”
“Can you feel me?” She leaned back to press her palm to his heart.
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