by Kim Knox
Foster’s fingertips traced a slow pattern over her knee as it hung over the end of the bed, the slight touch skittering under her skin and forcing her pulse to race. The rarity of his bare fingers when he had always worn gloves around her sizzled. “Your real name is Zoya Dolon. Fadeyka Bryce is a name, an identity you bought.”
She hadn’t thought of herself as Zoya for months. That woman had another life, not the one she was hoping to live. Neither Foster nor Athanasios had used anything other than Fadeyka. “Fadeyka Bryce. Fade. That’s who I am. Who I want to be.”
“Fade it is.”
Their will moved over her and the sheet tucked around her breasts, the shadows of clawed hands skimming her curves and deliberately raking across her nipples. She sucked in a quick breath, her gaze riveted to him. Silver chased through the shadows on his skin, a flicker of brilliance before it sank back into his muscle and bone. Was that a sign of their merging? “What happens now you’re together?”
The shadows shifted and heat bloomed in her chest. They weren’t shadows. The shape of something moved around Foster’s tall frame, darkening the room as if they ate the sunlight. Her heart kicked up, the strangeness of the moment, the need and the fear was a wild rush in her flesh.
“No, we’re together.”
She caught Foster’s dark smile, his eyes a burning silver. “Foster?”
“He’s here.”
The hollow tone ran goose bumps over her skin. That hadn’t been Athanasios. Her mouth thinned. “Very funny.”
“When we have you like this.” Foster’s hand glided over her knee, his thumb chasing sensitive points along her inner thigh. And it was Foster. She could feel the difference in his touch. “We’re meshed. Both feeling. Both needing you.”
A tongue licked over her pussy, sure and slow and her spine arched at the sudden, unexpected contact.
“You taste so sweet.” Foster’s voice was raw and thick with want. “Athanasios has tormented me with how they’ve fucked you.” He straightened his shoulders. “Move her.”
Fade’s heart hammered as shadows of clawed hands gripped her hips and shoulders, another large hand moving between her legs, a rough-padded thumb stroking down over her clit as spread fingers and a strong palm lifted her ass.
Foster’s dark, heated gaze never left her and the knowledge that he wanted her, that he had always wanted her had her nerves tingling and raw. He moved, something slow and predatory, and crawled toward her, the mattress dipping under his weight.
The ghostly lick of a tongue lapped against her pussy and firm hands gripped her thighs, spreading her for a waiting Foster. She fought to breathe, her head light, the need so hard in her flesh she had to will herself not to come under the hot look Foster ran over her body.
“I love to watch them fuck you.”
“Then why…” The question came out on a quick breath, her body twisting against the sudden tongue and teeth and lips finding her nipples. It was a live wire down to her pussy and for a moment her brain stuttered. “Did you fight it?”
“I wanted you for myself. I don’t share.”
“But…” He threaded his fingers through the hands already gripping her thighs and the spark of his combined touch flashed over her. Curses escaped her. “Now. Now you are.”
His head dipped and he watched her along the plane of her body, still and waiting. “I saw the Cage feeds. Athanasios fucked so many. It did nothing for me. I thought their having you would be the same. Something…degrading. I couldn’t watch that. Feel that.”
His breath stirred against her skin and Fade ached to push into the promise of his mouth, but firm hands pinned her and she could almost feel Athanasios’ wicked joy in trapping her.
“But just before. In your apartment.”
His thumbs stroked a hard line over her thighs, his fingers biting into firm flesh. “You were incredible. But having Athanasios bound to me, binding you. Having to share you… I still wasn’t ready.” His breath warmed her skin and rippled a shiver through her. “But then to lose you? It made it all easy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Done asking questions?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Foster’s mouth brushed against her mons, his lips light and cool and Fade groaned. The tip of his tongue licked her, slipping through her folds to tease her clit…as another tongue lapped her, before darting its thick length into her pussy.
A wild and unexpected burst of release shot over, quick, but not enough. Nowhere near enough. Not anymore.
“Delicious…” Athanasios’ chorus of voices brushed against her mind, his hot breath tickling her ear. “We have you now. And we’re not letting either of you go.”
“Promise?” It was more of a mental moan as Athanasios’ clever fingers slipped over her ass, opening her up to another eager tongue. “Please…”
A satisfied sigh washed over her as he sank deep into her ass and began the achingly slow rhythm of stroking into her flesh. The soft kiss that brushed her lips twisted around her heart. “How could we ever give this up?”
“You just want me for my body…”
Tongues thrust together and she cried out, the hands pinning her and Foster’s own grip denying her hips, her legs, her arms the ability to thrash, to turn against the incredible fire coursing her flesh. Her heart thudded, her breath short.
“We want your heart and soul. As you have ours.”
A sweet flow of pleasure rolled over her, catching her by surprise, the joy and warmth in it breaking a soft moan from her, her neck craning back to bury her head in the plumpness of pillows.
“Like that?” Foster’s voice was a low rumble, his lips moving against her folds, hot and slow. “You have both of us.”
Her heart tightened and she bit her lip to deny the tears that wanted to break free. Her new reality was more than she could ever have imagined. “Inside me, now, Foster.”
He lifted his head, his eyes darkened. “Orders?”
She gave him a sharp smile. “Well, if you’d rather leave it all to Athanasios?” They agreed with her, the sudden increased thrusts into her flesh driving out further questions…but there. The drop of Foster’s kisses through the flowing touch of the aliens’ hands. Little stings of pure bliss that swirled through her body and mind.
The shadow over her thickened and she fought to focus on the man above her. His lips brushed hers and she tasted herself. “How long do we have? Together?”
Foster stroked her cheek, but then he shifted, the slide of his body against hers almost electric as he meshed with Athanasios’ touch. His fingers brushed against her sex, and for a moment her breath caught as he eased his dick closer to where she ached for him. The meeting of him and Athanasios sparked along her nerves and when he sank into her, she came. Hard and fast, a bolt of pure pleasure rocketing over her.
Foster remained still, his body tight with tension, letting her ride out her release. He kissed her, something slow and possessive, and she wanted to hold him…but Athanasios’ sure hands pinned her, stroked her, nipping her skin, chasing the remnants of her orgasm and building another.
“We,” Foster grazed her bottom lip as he pulled back, “have lifetimes together.” He stroked into her and a sharp cry broke from her. Foster grinned. The wickedness was all him. “Lifetimes of this.”
She strained to kiss him, to lose herself in his mouth, and Athanasios’ hands and how they fucked her, both of them pushing into her flesh…but Foster drew back.
“Open your mouth, Fade. Let me watch him fuck you.”
Chapter Nine
“You’re a pervert.”
Foster smirked at her and the devilish ease of it, the openness caught her heart and spiked yet more heat into her. He was hers. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me it won’t get you hot. Every hole fucked. My dick, theirs.”
The burning whisper rioted over her flesh and under her spine, the hard length of a male body pressed against her hot, damp skin. A single thrust and a dick
replaced the tongue in her ass. The delicious friction forced her strangled moan.
“Admit it, Fade. You want it. Want us. Over and in every inch of you.”
“Yes…” The word was a moan and Foster loomed over her, his gaze heated as the shadow that was Athanasios pulsed from him.
The hint of coal and unknown spices filled her senses and she opened her mouth to the smooth, warm head pressed against her lips. She licked, her tongue curling and Foster’s own soft groan coiled the tension in her belly.
“Ours…” Athanasios’ voice rippled over her as he sank into her mouth.
Through the shadows Athanasios formed, Foster watched her, his face flushed, his skin damp and the fierce expression of want holding him was almost too much. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the wild pleasure that thrummed through her flesh, to the pleasure they wanted to give her.
Her mind spun, the tension in her body driving need and pleasure. Her tightness in fighting to breathe wrapped around the fact that Athanasios fucked her mouth and mixed with the incredible sensation of Foster stroking into her, meeting Athanasios’ own thrust into her sex. The melding of the two sparked through her straining muscles. Hands gripped her, her arms, her thighs, her hips, her breasts, as Athanasios worked to take her ass.
Heat and sweat and the scent of skin and spices surrounded her, infused her and the inexorable pressure of joy both Foster and Athanasios drove into her had her body shaking and barely her own.
“Come for us.” Foster’s words, strained and tight, released her.
Fade screamed against the wild power of the orgasm that smashed over her. The blazing heat of it whipped through her flesh, swirling, increasing as Athanasios and then Foster followed her into joy.
She swallowed and licked Athanasios as he came in her mouth, the sweetness filling her. She sighed as the shadows dissolved, leaving only Foster’s hot, sweat-slicked body pressed against her own damp skin.
He eased from her and pulled her into his arms, her body too sated to move. She smiled against his chest, the taste of him on her tongue mixing with Athanasios. Foster teased back her sweat-tangled hair as she murmured, “Love you, love you both.”
The press of Athanasios to her spine, the cool strength wrapping around her sank her mind a little further into oblivion.
Foster’s soft “Love you too” followed her down into brief, exhausted darkness…
* * * * *
Fade jerked upward, lost and confused. Where was she? What…?
Foster’s words drifted back and she collapsed against his hot, damp chest, her heart tightening as his strong arm wrapped around her. For a moment, she closed her eyes, reveling in the bliss of knowing that the affection, the love she had for him was returned. Was real.
She let out a slow sigh and pressed her lips together as he nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing her temple. This was her life now. The three of them, bound by flesh and joy and love. Could be her life. The old panic wrenched her insides. Despite what Foster had promised, Dolon would never give up. Even Athanasios had admitted that.
“You’re safe, Fadeyka.” Foster waved his hand and a light curve formed at the foot of the bed. He pulled her closer to him, tightening his hold. “Completely safe.”
A broadcast from Earth filled the translucent curve of film. Fade frowned. The footage was from the base of a building she recognized. It towered over the River Thames, its glass and metal gleaming in hazy summer sunshine. A line of live feeds drew down the curve, pulled from cameras circling the upper floors. Their images were distorted by censor fields, but even so, she recognized the obscuring tech. It was the head office of Aleander Dolon. The vast building she’d worked in as a lowly administration clerk, there by the grace of having the dubious honor of being distantly related to Dolon.
A news strip ran along the bottom of the curve and she blinked. Her gut twisted.
Breaking: Aleander Dolon has been found dead in his London office. Suspected suicide as evidence appears of his dealings with the Castor Cartel.
Fade wet her lips as the image flipped back to the anchor. “You?”
“Us.” The thrum of Athanasios resonated through her, the change in Foster’s voice subtle but there. “Foster wanted to exact more lasting damage. But Dolon’s suicide leaves his death less open to question.”
“How?” She turned in Foster’s arms, meeting his silver-ringed gaze. “We jumped from the attack to here.”
He stroked a finger down her face, teasing back a loose strand of hair. The silver faded from his eyes. Foster was with her again. “You did. With the power of the Yalene and my skills, we went hunting.” His smile was dark. “Didn’t take us long. The man thought he was untouchable. We persuaded him he was wrong.”
Fade expected to feel guilt at the relief that flooded her. But she didn’t. Aleander Dolon had broken her life, tried to kill her and who knew how many other lives he’d ruined. She closed her eyes and rested her head against Foster’s chest, listening to the slow, solid beat of his heart. He’d saved her, him and Athanasios.
Fingers teased through her hair and the beat quickened. His dick hardened against her belly. “How grateful are you?”
Fade grinned against his skin. “Foster, you’ll lead Athanasios into bad ways.”
Laughter shook him. “You don’t have him in your head full-time.”
“Filthy? Depraved?”
She looked up and the ring of silver edged Foster’s blue eyes. Athanasios pushed forward and his smile was all of those things. Fresh need swelled in her and she sucked in a quick breath, the hint of coal sinking into her flesh. The slow weave of their combined touch ghosted over her skin, offering the promise of pure bliss.
This was her life. Her choice. As strange as it was, it couldn’t be more perfect.
About Kim Knox
Kim lives on an ancient boundary line, once marked by a Neolithic burial tomb. The tomb’s now a standing stone circle—thank the Georgians for that one—and stirs her mind with thoughts of history and ancient myths. She mixes the essence of the past into fantasy, along with the essential mix of magic and sex. She also writes science fiction romance, pushing out into the far future with effortlessly sexy men and the women who can’t resist them.
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