“I want to see you,” she whispered. “Let me see you.”
He knew what she meant. For a moment she thought he’d refuse, or maybe mention that subs shouldn’t give orders, but then he rose from the bench and began to remove his clothes.
Her gaze riveted to him as his body came into view. His chest was powerful and heavily muscled, resembling Rio’s more than Aiden’s. A gold ring hung from his flat, brown nipple, making her want to flick her tongue over it.
His chest and abdomen tapered to narrow hips and muscled thighs, between which his cock extended, his balls lifted tight.
Brianne sighed happily. “That looks so nice.”
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“You bet it does,” Aiden agreed.
Aiden lifted Brianne’s hips and withdrew himself, sliding smoothly out. Brianne whimpered, then moaned out loud when he laid his body full length on top of her and entered her again.
He went deep inside, stretching her walls, making her want to squeeze. His Shareem body warmed her, his touch sending smiling lassitude through her.
“That’s it,” he told her in a low voice. “You’re getting it.”
“Hold him tight with your pussy,” Ky instructed. “Make him feel it.”
It surprised Brianne that she could pleasure Aiden just by lifting her hips and pressing the muscles inside her quim. Aiden’s eyes glazed over, a half groan sliding from his throat. “I’m in love.”
“Do you like it, Brianne?” Ky asked.
He stood next to the bench, his cock at their eye level. It jutted toward them, as though interested in what they did.
“Yes, I like it,” she breathed.
“I like it too,” Aiden said. “You’re beautiful, Brianne.”
No one had ever called her beautiful—good-looking or attractive perhaps, but said only in a businesslike way, satisfaction that she’d look good on digitals. Dranis had certainly never mentioned her looks.
No man in her life had told her, with that catch in his voice, that he thought her beautiful.
She touched his face and kissed him. Aiden returned the kiss with practiced lips and tongue, teaching her to use hers. But he was no less enthusiastic for knowing how to do it. He kissed her for the joy of kissing her, while his huge Shareem cock stroked her from the inside out.
“Suck me.” Ky’s voice next to them was a harsh rumble.
Brianne and Aiden both broke the kiss and turned to study Ky’s cock that hovered within reach. “Suck me while Aiden fucks you.”
Brianne moved in excitement, her smile wide. She reached out with her tongue and licked Ky’s tip, enjoying the familiar taste of salt and him.
She wet the tip thoroughly, tracing the flange and playing a little just under the head. Aiden watched, his cheek pressed to hers as she opened her mouth and took Ky inside.
Ky was big, filling her mouth. Aiden kissed her cheek where Ky pressed it, and when she drew back to take a breath, Aiden swiped his tongue up the side of Ky’s shaft.
Ky stilled a moment, then he reached down and smoothed the hair from Aiden’s brow. “Suck,” he commanded. “Both of you.”
Brianne opened lips for another mouthful of him. Aiden licked where her mouth closed around Ky, tongue teasing and snaking between her lips.
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Aiden continued riding her, his slow penetration making her want to scream. She lost her hold on Ky, and she and Aiden began licking him. They went about it thoroughly, tasting and wetting him from balls to tip and back again. Aiden’s tongue tangled with hers and he laughed.
“This,” Ky said hoarsely. “This I can do.”
Brianne dimly wondered what he meant. She loved the taste of his hardness against her lips and the taste of Aiden as their tongues met.
It should always be this way.
She didn’t understand the thought and didn’t pursue it. She didn’t need confusion right now, she needed to lick Ky and fuck Aiden. Hopefully soon they’d reverse and she’d be fucking Ky and licking Aiden.
She laughed inside, knowing she’d never have used the work fuck before she met Aiden and Ky. She wanted with all her strength to be with these two powerful men, one who soothed her and the other who commanded her and excited her beyond belief.
Ky slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers finding Brianne’s swollen clit. Ky knelt beside them, putting his cock out of reach, but his mouth was available for kissing. Both she and Aiden enjoyed themselves, thrusting tongues between his lips, tasting him while he did the same to them.
It was so beautiful, and the hot friction on her clit and the huge hardness inside her tangled into one dark, shuddering wave of feeling.
“She’s coming,” Aiden said against Ky’s mouth, then he closed his eyes and groaned. “I am too. Gods, she’s squeezing me so tight.”
Brianne screamed, coming hard and hot. She jerked against her bonds, wanting so much to hold Aiden as her hips bumped his. Ky played and kissed, catching her cries in his mouth as he had when he’d stroked her in the darkness.
Aiden moved faster and faster and then his voice broke as he came.
He kissed her and Ky, their lips and tongues all mixed up. Brianne kept on kissing even as her climax wound down, loving that the three of them were together. Women who dared to have sex usually had it with only one man—what joys they were missing not having it with two.
Ky pulled away and stood up, still naked and hard, but moving back from the pair.
His chest rose with his quick breath, his eyes blue and hot.
“Don’t go,” Brianne begged.
Aiden smiled. “I know. I love him too.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Brianne’s neck, his breathing heavy but his body calming. “That was perfection, absolute perfection.” He looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you, my dear.”
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Ky was not going to let Brianne get away without her punishment. After Aiden withdrew and calmed down for a few minutes—Aiden stretched out on the floor and went on for a time about how perfect and beautiful it all was—Ky had him help reposition Brianne on the bench.
“No,” she protested, but she was so relaxed and pliant from sex that her complaint was halfhearted and she barely struggled against them. “I was good.”
“No, you weren’t,” Ky said. His level three instincts thrummed, his hand happy to feel the familiar handle of his whip. “You disobeyed me, you didn’t trust me, you worried I’d left you behind and you looked at Rio with lust in your eyes.”
“I was thinking of you.”
Her answer secretly pleased Ky, but that was no reason to let her off the hook.
“Sorry, sweetheart, you’ll have to do better next time.”
“Next time?”
Yes, why was Ky going on about next time? He would finish here and see that she got home all right and that would be it. There would be no next time.
“You never know when you’ll want to play again.”
He’d brought his crop with him, a stiff piece of leather that people eons ago had used when they rode creatures called horses. Horses were extinct, but the crop had been discovered by level three Shareem as a nice spanking implement.
Ky liked this particular one because it provided a swift sting without truly hurting or leaving a mark. He also had fun tracing patterns with its tip around Brianne’s buttocks while she wriggled and pleaded with Aiden as he finished tying her up.
Aiden laughed at her pleas and stepped back to let Ky do his thing. When Ky was done, Aiden would soothe her with oils and she’d feel plenty good. So good in fact that she’d likely beg to be punished and maybe deliberately disobey so he’d do it again.
You’ re still thinking this will go on after today.
She might want to do good works and change life for Shareem, but that didn’t mean she wanted two Shareem lovers living with her in the ruling family’s compound.
/> The crop whistled through the air and smacked right across her ass. Brianne squealed and jumped but she smiled a little as though thinking that’ s not so bad.
Punish her, his instincts screamed. Make her obey you.
He spanked her four more times, then lowered the crop. Aiden looked at him in mild surprise.
That’ s all she can take. She’ s new at this.
The level three inside Ky snorted. You’ re never this soft on a sub. If they agree to submit to you, they take what you give them.
This one’ s different.
The level three inside made a noise of derision. Oh please.
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Aiden slid his hand across Brianne’s backside as Brianne turned her head and looked up at Ky. Her eyes were soft, her face relaxed, and she smiled.
“Your ass is so pretty and red,” Aiden said, going into his soothing routine. He kissed her backside, lips touching where the crop had fallen. “I’ll make you all better now.”
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Chapter Eleven
Revelations
Ky dressed in the outer room, Aiden having carried the oiled, calmed, almost cooing Brianne off to a private room where she could sleep. She’d murmured she didn’t need to rest, but she was new at this and Aiden cajoled her as they went off together.
Ky let Aiden take over because he knew that if he saw Brianne snuggled up on the bed, her hair mussed, her eyes heavy, he’d thrust open her legs and drive into her before he could stop himself. He wanted her. And he wanted Aiden right there beside him when he took her. Best leave them alone.
Rio came in, dressed and yawning. “That was fun.”
Ky laced up his leggings, still shirtless. “Did you stay the whole time?”
“Most of it, until you started the spanking. Then I felt the need to take Nella aside and do a little punishing of my own. Rees and Talan have disappeared, so they’re probably down for the count.”
“As long as you were entertained.”
Rio laughed. “Cut the crap. You two enjoyed the hell out of it.” He stopped laughing and gave Ky an odd look. “I’m glad to see you and Aiden—you know—have worked things out.”
Ky stopped in the act of picking up his leather tunic. “Worked things out?”
“You know, between the two of you.” Rio looked uncomfortable. “I mean, you were kissing each other. I thought you and Aiden, um, got together.”
“He told you, did he?” A thread of anger worked through him. He hadn’t released, and the frustration of not finishing with Brianne coupled with Aiden blabbing to Rio pissed him off dangerously. “About me letting him bring me off?”
Rio looked surprised. “No.”
Well, shit. “He didn’t give you the whole story at Judith’s?”
“At Judith’s? You mean today? No, he told me a long time ago, before I left for Ariel.”
That had been months and months ago. But Ky hadn’t let Aiden touch him or kiss him until a couple of days earlier, when they’d met Brianne. But Rio obviously knew…
“Wait a minute, what did he tell you?”
Rio shifted from foot to foot. “That he had the hots for you. I thought he was crazy, but he was dead serious. And then when I saw you in there, I just figured…” He shrugged.
“The hots for me?” Ky stared at him.
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“Yeah. I don’t know why, you’re pretty ugly, but hey, it’s a matter of taste.” His teasing died. “He didn’t tell you?”
“No.”
Rio made a face. “Oh crap, I blew it.”
“Let me get this straight. He told you—a long time ago—that he was thinking about sex with me?”
“Yep. I thought it was bizarre, but he kind of convinced me it wasn’t.”
“And how many people did you tell?”
Rio looked offended. “None. Not even Rees. That’s the kind of shit that can get a Shareem terminated.”
“I know. It can’t happen, it was programmed out of us.” Ky pulled on his tunic, his heart thumping. “Let me set you straight. Aiden doesn’t love me, and we’re not together.”
“Yeah, well, I know what I saw in there. He had his mouth on you.”
“That’s because of Brianne. She—I don’t know, she makes everything go away, you know what I mean? I never know what I’m really doing, I’m lost in the pleasure.”
Rio looked at him narrowly. “Whatever you say.”
“Swear to the gods. But keep it to yourself, all right?”
“As long as you don’t want to kiss me.”
Ky shook his head, not remotely interested. “Hell, no.”
Rio let out a breath of relief. “Fine then.” He clapped Ky on the shoulder. “Good luck, my friend.”
He walked out of the room whistling, likely anticipating getting back with his redheaded princess. Ky remained alone for a few moments, digesting what Rio had let slip.
Aiden wanted him. Aiden the tall Shareem with the beautiful eyes and pleasing touch wanted him.
No.
The word cut through him like a whip.
It is forbidden.
He’ s my friend.
More memories poured through his head, searing pain, another Shareem with lips like fire, a lonely white room, crushing grief when they told Ky what had happened. It should have worked, they’d said. It should have worked without harm.
Fuck off! Ky had screamed. He’d launched himself at the terrified scientist, who ran away, calling for restraints.
A slamming door, more loneliness. Grief.
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Ky gasped, coming to himself. He was no longer at DNAmo, he was in a level three pleasure palace surrounded by Shareem enjoying themselves without limitations. In another room, Brianne would be sleeping with Aiden watching over her, both of them alive and well.
He gathered up his things and left the room, heading for the grav tube. At the top, he barely acknowledged another Shareem and a blindfolded lady coming in for some fun, walking past them into the night.
The air had cooled a little, but not much, Bor Narga always like an oven. The street held more activity than it did during the day, now that the sun wasn’t blasting full strength. Ky walked slowly through crowds of people who were enjoying the night, thoughts swirling in his brain.
I can’ t do this, it will kill me.
Brianne was beautiful, he could focus on her. She might think tonight was a one-off, but he planned to insinuate himself into her life. He’d seduced her once, he would do it again.
If he couldn’t have Aiden, he would relieve himself with Brianne. He loved touching her hair, bunching it in his fists, letting the rich brown curls fall across his skin.
He could get lost in that and forget all about the complicated mess inside him.
He stopped in the middle of the street, realization hitting him like a load of steel beams.
“Oh no,” he said out loud. “No, I can’t be that stupid.”
People milled around him, looking sideways at a leather-clad Shareem talking to himself. He stood out already, being taller and larger than everyone else, not to mention the bondage master clothing and long tangled hair. Now he was staring into space while his life crumbled around him.
“You all right?” a hesitant male voice said.
Ky looked around at a vendor whose stall he’d stopped in front of. The man was selling cheap trinkets, necklaces and earrings a working woman would give to her man or vice versa. The vendor straightened, putting on his salesman’s face. “Best in the system. Two credits for this brooch? Your lady will love it.”
Ky closed his fist around the man’s shirtfront and lifted him up. “Tell me, do I look stupid to you?”
The man spluttered. “Of course not. For you, one credit.”
“What? No, not the jewelry. It’s crap. You ever fallen in love?”
“Um, well, yes.”
“Did
you feel stupid? I mean utterly, boneheaded, brain-dead stupid?”
The man paused a moment, then nodded fervently. “Oh, yes. You should have seen what I—”
Ky released him, thumping him back to his feet and patting the shirtfront back into place. “I was afraid of that.”
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The vendor cleared his throat. “Are you saying you are now in the state we call lovelorn? For that, I have much better things. I only bring them out for discerning customers, like yourself. A little more pricey, but worth it for your lady.” He began rummaging behind the stall.
“I don’t want any of your junk,” Ky said. His eye fell on a pin in the shape of a salamander, flashing and glittering with colored glass. “How much is that?”
“Ah—you have taste…”
“I’ll give you a credit for it.”
The man looked affronted. “It’s worth three.”
“Take it or leave it.” He dropped a credit strip drained of all but one credit and took up the brooch.
It reminded him of Aiden, fierce colors and that good-humored twinkle in his eye.
It also made him think of Brianne, her curving shape and her beauty.
I’ ve lost my mind and it’ s going to kill me.
“Ident card.”
The hard-voiced command snapped Ky out of his reverie. He closed his hand around the salamander pin and looked down at a woman in scruffy gray holding a handheld.
She wasn’t a bad-looking woman, with sleek dark hair wound in a bun, an oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes. But she’d hidden her body under the loose coveralls and hardened her face by pulling her mouth severely down.
“I’m Ky, and I’m going home.”
She frowned, clearly not knowing what to do when a Shareem didn’t instantly produce his card. They were required to provide their identification on demand—Ky didn’t know why, it was bloody obvious they were Shareem.
“Ident card,” she repeated.
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