by Stone, Piper
The second the plug was removed, I gasped, my entire mind going to all those dark places I’d sworn to myself I’d never go, especially with a Creeper. Only these aliens were rock hard and prepared to fuck me like the bad little girl I knew myself to be. I swallowed thickly, my thighs quivering. Everything about this was so wrong, but oh-so insanely right. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
“The little human begs,” Zacon mused, chuckling under his breath. His piercing eyes shot through me like a razor-thin knife, cutting into the very heart of me.
All the forbidden desires I’d imagined during nights spent rubbing my pillow between my legs were represented in this very moment.
“Should we give her what she wants or keep her waiting?” Zacon asked as he raked those same gilded eyes straight down to my smooth pussy.
Killer’s rugged body loomed over mine, his expression more carnal than ever. He drank me in as if I were the very same throat-tingling liquor he’d been consuming only minutes before. “She deserves a hard fucking.”
His promise was more than just that. His statement was a pledge born of war and strife. His eyes now nothing more than pure fire, he grasped my neck in a possessive manner. “Every day.”
The comment sliced into the very dark crevices of my mind, etching in a land of forever. They might have taken me before, a requirement of the Act of Drakan, but this... This was entirely different.
This was the moment of utter rapture.
“I agree,” Talyn whispered, his tone lush with seduction in mind.
When Talyn dragged me off the table, forcing me to straddle his waist, I was shocked at his vehemence. My gentle lover had turned into a beast, ready to claim his prey. He shoved me against the kitchen wall, thrusting his nubbed cock deep inside without even blinking.
“Oh, fuck. Oh...” I was breathless, wrapping my legs around his hips, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.
With his arms under mine, he slapped his palms against the wall, using the angle as leverage as he ravaged me. His eyes were nothing but molten pools, the gilded shimmer changing colors every few seconds, his hunger unabashed.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand,” Talyn growled, the words a dark and forbidden promise.
And I wanted every second of his command, fulfilling his brutal needs. “Please.”
My single word seemed lost as he fucked me, the incredible power of his thigh muscles keeping me aloft as he pulled out then slammed into me. Over and over. Again and again. Stars pulsed in front of my eyes as he plunged his throbbing cock deep inside.
He was so rogue, savage in his actions and I closed my eyes as he shifted the angle, hitting the perfect spot inside that forced me into an explosive climax.
“Fuck!” The scream was barely audible, floating toward the very heavens. I dug my nails into his skin, fighting desperately to meet every barbaric thrust with one of my own. He was magnificent, shedding his inhibitions just as I’d been commanded to do. He’d split me wide open, driving to the very core of my world, awakening my soul. I fell into the rhythm, riding him like a wild bronco. Everything was so perfect, the heat building to a combustive level. I never wanted this to end.
I never wanted to go back to reality, fighting every day for something completely mundane. The fantasy was so much better.
Just when I thought there could be nothing more delicious than this very moment, I was yanked from Talyn’s arms, forced into Zacon’s. His eyes sparkled in the dim light as he sat down on one of the chairs, keeping me aloft for a few seconds.
“Now, you belong to me, little human. Never forget, I will always own you.” Zacon’s words were gruff, filled with a heightened level of fervor. He yanked me down onto his lap, the brutal action driving the tip of his cock straight into my womb.
“Oh... Yes.”
I moaned as he ran his hands up my back, caressing my skin, his heated breath dancing along my face and neck. This gorgeous hunk of a delicious man had rocketed through the steel mesh of armor. The feel of his hard, rippled body against mine brought another series of shivers riding me hard, pulling me into absolute nirvana. As he crushed his mouth over mine, he eased one hand to my bottom, squeezing my aching cheek, one finger dancing down the cleft of my ass.
My toes pushed against the cold floor as I shoved hard against his shoulders. The kiss was just as sublime as the one with Killer, the lingering taste of the alien one I would savor for hours to come. I rocked my body against his as our tongues entwined, every muscle trembling from the wanton desire thrashing into every cell.
He wrapped his other hand around my neck, keeping me in place as I rolled onto my toes, jutting my hips forward in long, even drives. Even as he broke the kiss, he held me tight, pressing his open mouth against my cheek, moving ever so slowly to my jaw then sliding those succulent lips down to my neck.
The deep breaths I took created refractions of light, dazzling colors nearly blinding me. When he grabbed my hair, yanking me into a deep arc, I let out a bedraggled moan.
Zacon issued a series of ragged breaths as he brushed his lips down the length of my neck, pulling my hair with another hard snap until he was able to lick and suck down to my breasts.
While I was unable to see anything clearly, I knew the others remained standing in close proximity, waiting for their equal time as if I was a prized possession.
And that’s exactly what I was.
Their toy.
Their mate.
Their obsession.
The thought riveting, I allowed my imagination to flow, creating a brand-new world of peace and hope, the very place I could share even more joy. The single bite on my nipple rushed me back into reality, panting as he swirled his tongue around my hardened bud, snarling as he moved to my other breast.
Wiggling, I jerked out of his grasp, snapping my head until I was able to look him directly in the eyes. The few precious seconds meshed us together as one, and while I remained unsettled about this man, I knew I could care for him. I realized I wanted to share much more.
With all of them.
Did that make me a tramp, enjoying the fact all three men had claimed me?
Zacon powered his hips, taking control as he thrust his cock in rapid and savage motions, driving so deep I gasped.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The words seemed lost, barely a whisper. My blood pulsed through me, lost in a sea of increasing needs, my mind harboring all the vile and dark things I’d ever wanted in a man.
A dominating man.
The thought shook me to the core, the realization something I’d promised myself never to happen. I was the strong woman, the warrior. And now? I was being fucked in the most delicious, depraved manners. There was nothing left to hide, no fraction of the battle-weary girl remaining.
I’d simply given away all of myself.
I hung my head against his chest, draping my arms over his shoulders, more content than I’d been in so very long.
But my peace was short-lived.
Two more powerful hands yanked me with ease away from the brooding Cenzan. Killer lifted me into the air as if I were light as a feather, his massive and rough-tipped fingers keeping me aloft.
The way Killer looked at me was entirely different, his possessive nature all encompassing. The alpha would have me his way.
An aggressive growl occurred the second he dropped me onto my feet, pushing my waist over the scarred wooden kitchen table. This was dirty and so damn hot. I felt his leg shoving mine apart, his hand pressing against my back. Everything was so right with this man.
His roughness.
His demands.
“I adore that pretty little pink pussy of yours,” Killer whispered.
My heart skipped several beats as he dragged his finger down the wet seam, wiggling the tip just inside. Quivering, I clawed at the cheap table, my nails scratching lines in the surface. I couldn’t take my eyes off the Cenzans as they studied me, not so patiently waiting for another turn.
The series o
f hard slaps against my bottom did nothing but make me smile. I no longer feared the pain or the remorse surrounding my hidden desires.
With every harsh smack, Killer’s breath became little more than animalistic sounds. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, thrusting hard and fast for a full minute.
Then nothing.
Just his hand caressing my back, the feel of his breath skipping along my spine. He knew what he was doing, making me crazed with longing.
“Please. Please, Killer. Take me.”
“I plan on it, sweetheart.” Killer chuckled once again before gripping my hips, sliding just the tip of his cock inside. My outer lips puckered around the invasion, holding him inside. He shifted his hips back and forth, pushing more of himself into me.
Every inch of my pussy opened up for him, relaxing as he shoved the rest of his shaft inside. “Oh... I...”
Leaning over and crushing his chest against my back, he slipped his arms around me, cupping my breasts. The warmth of his body was just as enigmatic as the rugged man, the electricity turning into a raging flame, one I knew we both shared.
“Do you like that, sweetheart? A thick cock between your legs?” he whispered.
“Uh-huh.” There was no other answer.
Killer pounded into me, his massive body pressing me hard against the table. The filthy words he whispered only fueled the fire even more, exciting all the nasty visions floating in the back of my mind. This was nothing more than frantic fucking, a man taking a woman, claiming her as belonging to him.
No matter his words said before, possibly a requirement from the very regulated military man, he was laying his stake in front of the others. The alpha male protecting his own. The thought only fueled the ache burning between my legs, the crazed longing to have him fill me with his seed.
He pumped harder and faster, the rough pads on his fingers tightening around my nipples. My chest rose and fell rapidly, the blood pulsing through my veins full of gasoline.
Then just as before, there was nothing but a cold blast of air.
“What? Where did you go?” Shaken, I almost fell to the floor as I struggled to stand.
Killer tossed me over his shoulder, taking long strides down the darkened hallway. Within seconds, I was pitched onto the bed. I immediately jumped onto my knees, gulping for air as the room was filled with the other two equally hungry men.
Talyn fell back on the bed, yanking me down then rolling me over.
“What do you want?” I dared to ask as I straddled his waist, remaining on my knees.
“Every. Single. Inch.” Talyn folded his arms behind his head, his eyes more luminescent than before.
I toyed with him, running my fingers in circles across his chest.
“Do as you’re told,” he instructed, those same beautiful eyes narrowing.
No sooner had I slipped one of Talyn’s cockheads past my pussy lips did I feel another exchange of excessive heat behind me as the weight on the bed shifted. Killer. Then the mouthwatering sight of Zacon’s two cocks as he crawled over the covers was almost too much.
I was the kid in a candy store, far too dazzled to pick out my favorite.
“What’s wrong, little human?” Zacon asked, smirking at me. “See something you like?”
As Killer snapped one hand on my hip, using the other to push the tip of his cock to my puckered hole, Zacon cupped my face, making certain I kept my gaze locked on him.
“Now, you get royally fucked,” Talyn growled.
There was no more time for teasing, no more holding back for any of them. Killer plunged his cock into my asshole, shoving me hard down on Talyn’s shaft. The scream erupting from the depths of my throat forced my mouth open, accepting Zacon’s smooth shaft all the way inside. I coughed around the thick invasion, my eyes watering but I was no longer in control.
In what had to be the most orchestrated plan, the three men took me.
Consumed me.
The slight pain from my quivering ass muscles was replaced with the sweetest euphoria, every part of me trembling. I closed my eyes as my pussy muscles clamped around Talyn’s hardness, amazed how good having cocks fill every hole really could be.
This was more than just a fantasy. This was a dream come true.
Shameful girl. Hussy.
The inner voice no longer bothered me, the nagging that had kept me from embracing the joy of pleasure. Maybe I was a little hussy, but right now I felt adored by three outstanding men.
Their combined savage sounds filtered into my ears, the sweet echo pushing me into a dreamlike state. I wrapped my hand around Zacon’s nubbed cock, savoring the sensations cascading down my fingers. The scent of warring testosterone sent prickles down my spine, the exotic nature of all three like the fruit of the gods.
“That’s beautiful, little human. Suck me. Suck every drop of me,” Zacon breathed. He moved his other hand against my head, utterly dominating in his actions.
Killer kept his actions brutal, tipping me over until my back was arched and pushing my nipple directly into Talyn’s hot waiting mouth. He groaned as he slathered his tongue in zigzags and circles, biting down every few seconds.
I moaned around Zacon’s cock, working my tongue back and forth as I sucked. His shaft filled my mouth, so big and wide, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I tried to keep the rhythm going with my hand stroking his cock, but everything seemed in slow motion.
Zacon tapped my cheek with his other cock, all the while issuing a husky growl. “Such a tease. Such a bad little human. It’s going to be a pleasure training you.”
The words had once pissed me off. Now? I was electrified in all manners, the heat of desire burning into my very soul. I cupped and squeezed Zacon’s balls, adoring the way he threw his head back and roared. He was swollen, so full of cum. I wanted nothing more than to suck him dry.
Killer smacked my ass even as he kept his other hand on my back, his fingers tapping ever so gently. All three lovers had way too much control, driving me into an utter state of madness as they continued.
“Open that mouth of yours,” Zacon instructed.
I did so without question, gazing up at him with dreamy eyes. He slipped his nubbed cock into my mouth and my tongue couldn’t seem to get enough of him, swirling in lazy circles.
Talyn pushed my breasts together, making it much easier to nip and fondle one nipple then the other, pinching both between his fingers. The anguish was powerful, and I was sliding into another realm.
There was no way of knowing how long my rugged masters fucked me. I’d simply fallen into an abyss, no longer able to see or hear, no desire to think about anything. This was utter perfection.
I did know the very second their bodies tensed, their own needs for complete release taking over. I did what any good little human should do.
I squeezed, clamping down hard.
“Fuck...” Talyn hissed.
“She’s going to...” Zacon was unable to finish.
“One. Bad. Girl.” Killer’s words were followed by a sublime roar as his body began to shake.
In the next precious seconds of the most perfect release from the three hunks, a cold chill came out of nowhere. Shaken, I opened my eyes wide and could swear I heard a rumbling sound, more of a damning whisper of things to come.
Despair.
Destruction.
And...
Death.
Chapter Twelve
Killer
Tension.
My entire body remained tense, the uncertainty of the next few days something I couldn’t avoid. I crossed my legs, staring out at the shadowed hallway. I’d had another dream, a blinding yet beautiful remembrance of my former life. Everything was coming to a head, the entire world at a crossroads and all I could think about was my aching heart.
But for three very distinct reasons.
The past.
The present.
And the bleak future.
Kristina turned over, her long braids falling across
her face. She was even more beautiful in her sleep, quiet and peaceful in a way she never allowed when she was awake. I eased the strands from her face, studying the way her eyes were shifting rapidly. A slight moan pushed past her pursed lips and she shifted, nuzzled against my thigh, her hand falling lightly over my crotch.
The same biting hunger filtered into my system, my cock tenting the sheet. I eased my hand to her back, rubbing my fingers aimlessly across her skin. Even in her state of slumber, she was so connected to me, the flash of goosebumps equally as arousing.
We were alone, Talyn providing Shandar a report while Zacon worked what he called his magic in order to try to find any sign of Damen’s group. Every one of us were antsy, even though sharing the incredible passion had been...
Snorting, I realized I couldn’t even finish the statement in my own mind. I hadn’t been able to allow my guard to fall, even during sex. I was beginning to believe I never would. I’d also seen the look of fear in her eyes. While she attempted to hide her emotions as strongly as I did mine, she was cracking under the pressure. Soon, I’d try to obtain the picture of this rogue asshole. If I was right...
I sucked in my breath, trying to savor the remaining moments until duty called. We had a war to stop before it even began.
And tomorrow was D-Day, a telling moment. What little time I’d had to search the various telescans indicated that Jonas Bradford continued to lead in the polls by a significant amount. There had been some scuttlebutt regarding his past very open comments reflecting hatred for the Cenzan Federation. Unfortunately, he was the master of lies, assuring everyone he was a changed man. I bit back a bitter laugh. Nothing about him had changed, including his taste for war.
And murder.
Kristina shifted again, her long fingers moving far too seductively over my aching cock. I glanced down and could tell she was only half asleep, her voluptuous lips pouting.
“Such a tease,” I whispered. When those same beautiful fingers slipped under the covers, wrapping around the base of my cock, I was forced to close my eyes.
“Mmmm...” The soft purrs emitted from her mouth were turning me the fuck on. “Something hard and thick.”
