Sexual Memory [Dark Colony 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Elle Saint James

  Gray’s eyes widened appreciably in the wake of this powerful man’s stunning request. If the governor had just told them he drank the blood of live Ugrian Crater foxes for breakfast every morning, he would have been less surprised. “What is—” Gray cleared his throat and continued, “What I mean to ask is, who would we be looking for should this interesting request come to pass?”

  “Olivia Winnick.”

  Nathan coughed. “Trade Governor Winnick’s daughter?” Her disappearance a year ago had been a sensational story. Especially once it was learned that the ship she’d been traveling in was damaged and accidentally crossed over into the Forbidden Zone.

  Publically, Governor Winnick had written her off as dead, and he’d also led a public remembrance ceremony to downplay any hint of an idea that his prestigious position would allow him to search in a forbidden area of space. No military rescue had been authorized or mounted at that time either. At least not a publically funded one.

  Although there were several rumors to the effect that private mercenaries had been hired to make an off-the-books attempt, all the world assumed that effort had either failed when nothing of note had ever been reported thereafter or had never been realized.

  Governor Brawley nodded. “It’s not a publicized fact, however my step-sister is married to Governor Winnick. Technically, Olivia is my niece.”

  Fuck. “I’m sorry for your loss, Governor.”

  “The thing is, Winnick and I both believe she’s alive. However, the mercenary team sent in to recover her has never been heard of and not a single soul has returned in all this time.

  “When your ship, the Mirage, went missing in the same general location under similar circumstances—” He paused and said, “Well, Winnick and I became exceedingly suspicious.”

  “Suspicious?”

  “I believe my niece’s ship was sabotaged, and that’s how it found its way into the Forbidden Zone. We believe it may have been done on purpose. The mercenaries we hired in the clandestine mission to return her were handpicked by myself and Winnick, but they obviously fell to the same fate sometime after they crossed the border.

  “I believe some of the Slavers in the Forbidden Zone have organized and hired a network of spies to integrate into our world, especially close to the border, to build trust, and then disable and direct ships their way. Fresh blood, so to speak. Those in charge of the Forbidden Zone certainly know our hands are tied with regard to retaliation or retrieval, and they are using it against us.

  “Therefore, if the depraved fucking Slavers in District Six think they can prey upon our law-abiding citizens, they are sadly mistaken.” Governor Brawley’s color came up, but he didn’t look sorry for what he’d said.

  Gray had never heard a curse word from the governor’s lips. He was stunned into silence for a moment.

  “And yet any discussion of changing the laws, or going up against the mighty forces regulating the Forbidden Zone or anyone accidently finding themselves on the wrong side of the dividing line, is typically a career-ending move in the realm of the Galactic Federation of Planets as far as politics go, is that right?” Nathan asked the difficult question.

  “Yes. That is accurate.”

  “Now I’m truly anxious to discover what I’m doing in your office today.” Gray sat straighter in his seat. “What are you asking of us specifically?”

  “If you aren’t in contact with your ship, then I’m authorizing you to take another one. I’ll have a very important job for you, so that your cover of going to the Fulchrome system is legitimate, and any trouble you have, such as disappearing, will also be to my advantage with not only the Galactic Federation of Planets, but also the Interplanetary Alliance Coalition on Bravura in making District Six answerable to the offences I believe they’ve already committed.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Angelica headed straight for the huge bed in the center of the Den of Iniquity room, judging it to be easily eight foot square at first glance. She kept her eyes focused on the blue sheets as she moved into the room. She did not look at the audience. She most assuredly didn’t look to see where Lord Harcourt was sitting. She simply put one foot in front of the other and planned to pretend that she was all alone with the only two men she’d ever loved.

  In keeping with the theme of her life here in the Forbidden Zone, once in the dressing room prior to coming out here, she’d only been given a wispy nearly see-through robe to wear and no panties whatsoever. Well, that would make disrobing easier, she mused at the time.

  The more exciting aspect of her five minute Den of Iniquity preparation time was when Sapphire visited her at Lord Harcourt’s insistence, to offer tips for success in the Den.

  Their subsequent whispered conversation had little to do with tips for what his lordship expected in the Den and more to do with if Angelica was okay taking on two lovers instead of one.

  Angelica whispered in return about her complete lack of anxiety regarding her two men—who both loved her—and more of her anger over the broadcasting aspects. Sapphire was sympathetic, understanding, and told her she wanted to be fast friends. She looked like she wanted to say more, but someone started pounding on the dressing room door for Sapphire that her time was up.

  Her new friend smiled, gave her a quick hug, and left her to finish preparing. She dressed swiftly before heading out to meet her men and ultimately…to have sex in public with them.

  Someone then pounded on her door yet again, telling her to hurry up. It was time to fuck for the cameras. Angelica met Jeremy and Will out in the hallway.

  Her two gorgeous men, exiting out of their own dressing room and into the hall, wore what amounted to short leather-like towels wrapped around their hips, barely covering their assets. She was strangely jealous of any woman drooling over either Will or Jeremy and their impressive male anatomy during the session in this Den of Iniquity. These men were hers. And only hers.

  Angelica’s nervousness at what they were about to do washed away slightly in light of the fact her men would also be ogled. She hadn’t considered that aspect before now. How odd.

  She hurried across the large room, climbing quickly into the center of the large, plush canopied bed as if she’d done it one thousand times before, ignoring the audience members and their foolish hushed whispers that had started as the three of them entered the room.

  Jeremy and Will seated themselves at opposite ends of the bed, each reclining against the simple headboard and footboard on top of the silk sheets, legs crossing as if they were about to take a rest for the whole of the time they were here.

  They weren’t. They all had a job to do. A plan to act out for the massive audience Lord Harcourt expected.

  Angelica promptly moved and closed the wispy curtains on all sides of the lavish bed. She knew there were cameras in the upper corners of the canopy frame about to record every single thing they did, but she didn’t have to see the audience watching her do it. Pulling the wispy fabric closed didn’t hide every detail beyond the bed, but close enough for her purposes.

  She caught a glimpse of someone surprising while closing the final barrier for their meager privacy during this most intimate of acts. Sapphire was seated next to Vidarr in the audience right below the edge of an ornate dais where she assumed Lord Harcourt currently sat, but she didn’t actually observe him. She purposely kept her gaze down to avoid seeing him. Vile Bastard.

  Sapphire hadn’t mentioned she’d be watching the show, which didn’t matter in the least to Angelica. This was likely where Sapphire and Vidarr had come instead of fighting in the battle arena. That hadn’t been discussed earlier in her dressing room either, but it made sense.

  The question she would never ask, was whether Sapphire had been in the Den alone with other men before Vidarr had joined her. Beyond that, Angelica wondered if the two of them liked being in the Den better than battling to the death in the arena. Probably.

  In fact, she was about to discover if she liked it better. Regret in not knowin
g this was an option sooner seared a hot brand of anger in her mind. But Angelica ignored it for now. She needed to cool off and not have a bitchy expression on her face during this lovemaking session. She sought a passive and calm attitude for the coming show.

  About to have sex with both of the men she loved more than her own life, Angelica hoped what happened here today didn’t ruin their relationship in the uncertain future. She certainly wasn’t so foolish as to believe Lord Harcourt would actually keep his word about their freedom.

  Angelica fully expected that once tonight’s performance was complete, he’d then require something more. How much more would be the question? In light of his lordship’s expected deception to come, Angelica had concocted a plan of her own for tonight’s forced seduction.

  If she had to do this, then she’d do it on her own terms.

  Jeremy grabbed her hand, breaking her fitful reverie. He grinned. “Relax, Angelica. It’s going to be fine.”

  “Is it?”

  He nodded and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, snuggling her folded legs along either side of his thighs. The laughable piece of leather covering his hips was flipped up over his belly, revealing his wide, hardened lust for her. He obviously didn’t have any bashful issues regarding sex with her in this environment. Maybe she was the one who needed to calm down and just get this over with so they could all move on.

  They were angled so that Will would be able to see everything they did from his perch at the other end of the bed.

  Angelica briefly looked at Will over her shoulder. His genuine smile calmed her nerves a bit. Jeremy brushed a finger from her collarbone to her bellybutton. Her robe had come open, making his touch easy to accomplish.

  “Whatever you’re wearing doesn’t conceal you very well, my love,” she said quietly.

  He shrugged. “I don’t expect to have it on for long anyway.” She glanced at the side, noticing a single toggle held the fabric in place. She reached out and undid the fastener, unfolding his meager loin cloth away from his impressively rigid cock. She looked her fill.

  “I guess I don’t have to worry about any performance anxiety from you, do I?” she asked with sincere amusement.

  He glanced around their curtained bed. “Nope. I’m ready to go.”

  “Good. Let’s do it then.”

  Jeremy’s focus was completely on her. He pushed the flimsy robe off of her shoulders all the way down to her hips. He then promptly pushed her down onto her back. He shifted, following her until he hovered over her, his hips already nestled between her open legs.

  He brushed his fingertips down her face, staring at her as if she were the only person in the world. He looked at her with love. He loved her. He’d crossed the galaxy to find her. He’d come into outlawed space to retrieve her. And he looked at her for all the world like nothing significant had happened to bring them together tonight.

  His sexy half-smile as he gazed deeply in to her soul, touched her when he whispered, “I love you, Angelica.”

  She reached up to stroke his beautiful face. “I love you, too, Jeremy.”

  He lowered his mouth to hers but didn’t quite kiss her, settling more solidly over her as he did so, his hips pressing between her open legs as he centered his cock between her thighs in preparation to enter her body. He suddenly connected their mouths, slanting his lips across hers and kissing her like they might never get another chance, but retreated soon after. Like he needed one good kiss to get him started on their journey tonight. He then pulled away, gazing into her face briefly before turning his head away.

  His hand slid down her side, hooking beneath one hip. The tip of his cock pushed intimately against her already seeping pussy. Jeremy pushed his cock inside her body slowly, reverently, filling her completely with one thrust.

  Inside her body sang as he penetrated her, outwardly she didn’t make a sound, or react as if she was having any sex at all. Neither did he. He didn’t look at her. His focus was on the blue silk sheets to the left of her head.

  She’d told him to fuck her in as few strokes as possible this first time. Her plan was to make this as non-romantic and as fast as possible. Will would do the same. Angelica didn’t intend to give his lordship a lengthy video or a particularly rousing show. He’d gotten all the enthusiasm she cared to give in all the previous DMR video footage he’d already stolen without her knowledge or consent.

  It was her petulant response to being forced into this public display after serving so many months in the battle arena, where she also shouldn’t have ended up. Her wrath over being enslaved by his lordship was a debt she felt strongly that he owed her. And if Lord Harcourt didn’t like the performance tonight he could blow it out his fucking ass.

  Jeremy pushed into her body one last time, pausing briefly, eyes closing for a second or two as she felt him come inside of her. But he didn’t make a single sound of noise as he did. Once he finished, he inhaled deeply, pulled away from her, and retreated back to the end of the bed where he’d started. He grabbed his singular piece of clothing and draped it over his lap. He tucked his hands behind his head, crossed his long legs, and stared at seemingly nothing. Once again reclining as if he waited for his next meal or something else meaningful to do.

  Angelica loved him more than she ever had. Will promptly removed his leather loincloth—leaving it behind where he’d been seated—and crawled over to her, putting himself in the exact position as Jeremy had just been.

  He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t even look at her. He just settled his hips between her open legs, pushed his cock into her body, pumped inside several times, and released without so much as a whisper of sound. When he was finished, he kissed the tip of her nose and also retreated to his end of the bed.

  Angelica remained on her back. She sat up and put the robe back in place.

  Five seconds later, the curtains at Angelica’s back were whipped open. She slowly turned, looking sedately over one shoulder. She saw Sapphire first. Her head was lowered and she was hiding a wide smile. Seated directly next to her, Vidarr also looked rather amused. He didn’t look in the direction of the bed, but instead at the floor between his and Sapphire’s feet. Angelica didn’t look any higher than Sapphire. She didn’t choose to see Lord Harcourt or his expression.

  Gruvat stood at the edge of the bed. “Lord Harcourt isn’t satisfied with your performance.”

  “Well, that’s just too fucking bad,” Angelica said with a smug smile.

  * * * *

  William tensed at his end of the bed the moment the bed curtains were snatched open, watching as Jeremy did the same thing. He would deny Angelica nothing, but purposely not doing what his lordship wanted might not have been the best idea in retrospect.

  Angelica expected Lord Harcourt to go back on his word. That he wouldn’t truly let them leave after their performance. She did have a point. It was foolish to entertain the idea that his lordship would suddenly play fair after so many months of not doing so.

  Besides, she reasoned, during all their whispered conversations, she was only giving his lordship what he asked for and nothing—absolutely nothing—more.

  Jeremy told them that the DMR videos he’d seen of them together in bed apparently didn’t have any recorded sound. Or at least not the original soundtrack. On the renegade DMR video, the voices had been dubbed in, badly. He’d known instantly that the woman’s voice in the tape wasn’t Angelica’s.

  He told them where he suspected the camera was located in their room based on the footage he’d seen. That he hadn’t punched William below the belt repeatedly after watching all those videos was a testament to the kind of man he was. William had decided not to even attempt to make love to her once Jeremy shared their room earlier in the day.

  At least with tonight’s performance, he’d have her one last time. But only because they had to do it. William wanted her any way he could have her. Even if it was a quickie. Even if he was required to share her with Jeremy. Actually, he looked forward to that as
well, quickie or not.

  Angelica’s plan was to perform the very minimum of what was requested. When it came time to share her, she told them to do the same thing. No deep kissing, no foreplay, no sounds before, during or after. Angelica most especially didn’t want them to make her climax.

  She simply wanted them to stick their cocks inside her body and release using as few thrusts as was necessary to accomplish the task. While any time he was with her put a song in his heart, William had also enjoyed even the brief connection with her, as it was the first time they’d been intimate since Jeremy’s arrival. It was a good thing she didn’t want him to last long because he practically came with his first thrust, having gone without any satisfaction earlier.

  The stench of the flowers in the room had been an overwhelming temptation he’d ignored. His head had throbbed all day until now, but he’d ignored that too. He was only barely was able to contain his ardor earlier. He’d pondered the idea of jacking off in the privy earlier, especially after watching the two of them have sex against the wall, but decided that any release beforehand tonight would make it take longer for him to climax once in bed with her.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen Jeremy watching them during the quickie sexual connection. His expression had not been one of anger, but maybe one of resignation. He had to endure this, too.

  Now that Angelica’s memories had returned, along with the man she’d dreamed about, William renewed his endless worry over his only recollection since arriving here, the dreamy sunset wedding. Still vivid, but incomplete as to the role he’d played. Hoping the pretty woman he’d danced with during the sunset song in the castle wasn’t his bride.

  Now that Gruvat stood over Angelica, expressing Lord Harcourt’s displeasure, William now worried about tonight’s repercussions. What would his lordship do? They’d done exactly what was asked of them. What could he do? Truthfully, almost anything he wanted.

  From the audience, Lord Harcourt shouted. “That was not even close to the vigorous fucking I know you’re capable of, Angelica Brice.”