Talan heard Rio, but she couldn’t open her eyes.
Rees was digging into her, full length, his muscular body pinning her to the cold floor.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and loved his breath on her face, the heat of his body on her.
But there was still something wrong.
Rio’s voice seemed to snap something into Rees. He raised his head, saw Rio. He withdrew from Talan and lay half-on, half-off her, breathing heavily.
Rio had sand in his hair, and his blue eyes twinkled. He reached one muscular hand toward Talan.
Rees snarled. He covered Talan with his body, glared up at Rio like a lion protecting his kill.
Rio lifted his hands in a sign of surrender. “Easy there. I won’t touch her. Not unless you give me permission.”
“Mine,” Rees hissed.
“Oh, so you remember how to talk.” Rio’s blue irises widened in the Shareem way. “Looks like those people pumped you full of adrenaline. Probably trying to trigger you with the experiments you told me about. And Talan finally did it.”
Rees tilted his head, as though he were trying to understand Rio’s words.
Talan said, “He’s not so bad if I hold him.”
She demonstrated by running her hands up and down his hot arms. He turned to her, his eyes receding the slightest bit.
“Rio,” he grated. “Don’t let me hurt her.”
“I won’t,” Rio promised.
“I want her.”
“I can see that. You’ve been fucking her all over the place.”
“Control me,” Rees said hoarsely. “Tell me what to do.”
Rio grinned, his eyes lighting. “Now that does sound like fun. Vicarious fucking. I love it.”
Rees’ eyes darkened again. “Don’t touch her.”
“Calm down, partner. She’s all yours. But you have to let me work.”
Rees hesitated, his breathing still fast. His muscles tightened beneath Talan’s fingers. Slowly, reluctantly, he made a brief nod.
Rio moved fast. One minute, Rees lay on Talan’s body, the next, he was on his back with heavy manacles pinning his hands.
He snarled and swung his manacled fists at Rio.
Rio grabbed Talan around the waist and dragged her out of the way. He smelled of leather and sweat and sand.
“Mine.” Rees reached for her, but the chain between the manacles kept him from lifting his arms very far.
Rio let Talan go. She sat against the cool pseudo-marble wall and drew her knees to her chest, her chain whispering.
Rio bound up Rees’ bare ankles. Rees lay on his back, growling.
Rio sat back. He shrugged off his leather top, and his muscles shadowed in the artificial light. The thin black chain around his biceps was identical to Rees’.
“Have you seen him like this before?” Talan asked him. She forgot to be shy in her worry for Rees.
Rio shook his head. “No. Usually he’s Mr. Ice. Looks like you broke him.”
She stared. “I did that?”
“You must have. Let’s see if I can get him back.”
Rees lay still on the marble, his cock stiff and standing straight up. He’d been trying to pull his wrists out of the manacles, and now he laid his hands on his chest, as if realizing it was futile.
He watched the ceiling, his eyes still filled with blue, his chest rising rapidly.
“Rio,” she said softly. “I love him.”
Rio looked at her. “You poor kid.”
“Make him better.”
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes?” Rio asked.
Talan nodded. She couldn’t think what could be worse than having Rees die.
“All right then.” Rio turned to Rees. “You hear that, my old friend? She loves you.”
Rees lifted his head.
“You want her?” Rio asked.
Rees let his gaze rest on Talan. His hands and feet were bound, chains holding him, but just barely. “Yes.”
“You can have her then,” Rio said. “But only if you behave yourself.”
Rees looked at him, gave a nod.
“Okay, Talan. Go to him.”
She looked at Rio.
“He’ll only do what I tell him,” Rio said. “Go on.”
Talan gathered the slim chain in her hands and moved across the floor to Rees. He reached for her.
“No,” Rio said sharply. “Don’t touch.”
Rees dropped his hands back to his chest, but he scowled.
“Touch him, Talan,” Rio said. “Give him a little massage.”
Talan placed her palm on Rees’ chest. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart hammering.
She traced his muscles, moving her finger over his sculpted pectorals and his wide shoulders.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving.
He was tense beneath her fingers. Rigid. Waiting.
She moved her hands down his arms, the black Shareem chain catching her fingers. She slid her hands around his wrists, his skin tight around the manacles.
“Touch his cock,” Rio said. “Make him take it.”
Talan’s own body quivered in excitement. She glided her fingers around his cock, which was stiff and hot.
Rees jerked. He clenched his fists, but held them still.
Talan skimmed her fingers up and down his huge rod. It was engorged and dull red, the tip hard. She moved her touch around the flare of the head.
Rees made a noise in his throat.
“Hold still,” Rio instructed. “Let her stroke you.”
Rees closed his eyes. His whole body was erect, his arms and legs stiff.
Talan played with his cock, sliding her fingers up and down. She touched his tight balls, the soft skin catching on her fingers.
She thought she’d feel funny with Rio watching, but she didn’t. She almost wanted Rio to see how she had learned how to stroke Rees, how to make him groan with pleasure.
She leaned down and put her mouth around his cock.
Rees had taught her how to suckle him, and she did it now. She laced her tongue around him, tasting him.
She sucked, teasing his balls with her fingers. Rees moved under her, thrusting a little bit into her.
She heard Rio make a soft groan behind her.
She tightened her grip on Rees. A few seconds later, he came in her mouth.
Talan was used to his seed by now. She swallowed it, wiped her mouth with her fingers.
“Gods, you’re beautiful, Talan,” Rio said. His irises had widened, and his face was soft.
“Mine,” Rees growled.
Rio laughed. “I know, my friend. I’m just admiring.”
Rio went to Rees then and carefully removed one of Rees’ manacles. “Now, it’s your turn. Touch her, with just your hand. Remember, she loves you.”
Rees flexed and clenched his hand once. Then he reached out and put his fingers on Talan’s arm.
His hand was hot, and it shook. But he drew it down Talan’s arm, gently. He stroked up the inside of her arm, moved his fingers to her breast.
Her nipples tightened and rose. He traced the tip of her breast, flicking it with his finger.
He wasn’t calm. His breath still came fast, and his body was tight. But he held himself back, touching her with utmost gentleness.
“That’s it,” Rio said. “Feel how pretty she is.”
Rees held her breast in his hand, closing his eyes.
“Remember who she is,” Rio said, his voice low and Shareem-smooth. “And how you feel about her.”
Rees opened his eyes. His breath slowed the slightest bit.
“That’s it,” Rio said.
Rees traced his fingers over Talan’s breasts and then moved up to her face. He glided his touch across her cheekbone.
“Play with her pussy if you want,” Rio went on. “Show her how you feel.”
Talan spread her knees where she knelt, inviting him. She kissed his fingers as he traced her lips, then let his hand move betwee
n her thighs.
He closed his eyes again as he dipped his finger into her. He softly played with her clit. She shivered, hot, and felt her cream slide over his fingers.
“You like that, Talan?” Rio asked softly.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, let her head drop back, enjoying it.
Rees fingered her, slid his hand over her cunt. Her body took over, squeezing his fingers, remembering its lessons of the past few days.
“Come for me.” It was Rees talking now, his voice still broken. “Come for me, Talan.”
He could turn her on just by touching her and saying her name. She spiraled into climax, arching onto his hand. “Yes, Rees, please.”
“Nice,” Rio said.
The compliment sent her higher. “Rees,” she sobbed. “Rio.”
Rio chuckled. “Hey, she remembered I was in the room.”
She turned to him, still rubbing herself on Rees’ hand. “Rio,” she said again. “Thank you.”
Rees heard her. His hand was full of her sweet cream, and he didn’t care who she thanked. He wanted to thank Rio, too.
The red haze had receded from his brain. He knew he’d been fucking her, but it hadn’t registered completely.
He’d come and come and so had she. He’d been lost in it, unable to think or see or hear. He’d been in a black pit of desire, unable to climb out.
All he could think of was wanting her, and fucking her until he died.
But he didn’t want to take her with him.
Rio had said, Remember how you feel about her, and that had saved them both.
Rio knew. Rio understood Rees better than anyone. The smartass would gloat about it, but oh well.
Talan’s pussy closed around Rees’ fingers. Gods, he loved her pussy. It had never been touched by anyone but him.
He withdrew his hand. She whimpered, collapsed to her knees. She brought her hands up to her breasts, touched her nipples.
Rees licked his fingers, enjoying her taste. He didn’t need to wait for Rio’s instruction for that.
Rio chuckled again. “You’re getting the hang of it, children.” He moved to Rees and undid the manacle on his other wrist. “You’ve graduated to two hands.”
Rio himself was worked up. His body temperature had climbed, and his hard cock was obvious against his leather pants.
But he simply moved aside and told Rees to go ahead. Rio was holding back, letting Rees have everything.
Rees appreciated that. He also appreciated Talan’s bare and soft breasts, her pussy creaming again for him.
Rio told him to use both hands. Rees did, skimming them over Talan’s body. He loved Talan’s body.
He knew how he felt about her. The idea that Shareem could not love was being shot down for the ridiculous myth it was.
Rees thought about how much he loved Talan as he touched her body, teased her nipples, rubbed his fingers over her cunt, and brought her to climax again.
Rio made an appreciative audience. He said the words that Rees didn’t have the voice to say, how beautiful Talan was and how lucky Rees was. Well, duh.
Rio told Talan to get on her hands and knees, instructed Rees to have fun with her ass. As long as he was nice, Rio said.
Rees asked for lube. Rio handed it to him. Rees rubbed her ass with it, opening her with his fingers. He’d done this earlier tonight, but now he was fully alert, enjoying it.
He probably could send Rio away now, but he wasn’t comfortable alone with Talan, yet. He was too worried he’d go crazy again.
Rees eased two fingers into her ass, and with his other hand, pressed two fingers into her cunt.
Talan groaned with it, wriggling around his fingers.
“Do you like it, Talan?” Rio asked from his vantage point. “Almost like having two cocks in you.”
Talan’s answer was a moan. Rees pressed a little harder. He was on his knees now. He leaned down and kissed her smooth back.
“Rees,” she whispered.
“I’m here, baby,” he said.
He pushed a third finger into each of her holes. She let out a little cry, then settled down to enjoy it.
“That’s it, Talan,” Rio breathed from across the room. “Feel it.”
She was. She pulsed around Rees’ fingers, squeezing them hard. She threw her head back, and came, her body writhing.
Rees slowly withdrew his fingers. His cock throbbed. “Let me,” he whispered.
He was not asking Talan, he was asking Rio.
“Slowly,” Rio said. “Remember how you feel about her.”
Rees nodded. He knew damn well how he felt about her.
Talan wanted him. Still sobbing with her release, she lifted herself on hands and knees. “Please, Rees,” she begged.
Rees set his hands on her soft, lovely hips, and pushed the tip of his cock inside her cunt. He stayed there for a minute, feeling her sweet pussy surround him and pull him in.
He let himself inside, inch by slow inch. Talan writhed and groaned and begged for him.
Rio moved so that he could watch Rees’ cock slide into her and see her face while she took him. But Rio didn’t touch. He sat with his arms folded, his eyes alone taking all the pleasure.
Rees buried himself to the end of his cock, closing his eyes and feeling her. Talan was beautiful and tight and wet and his.
How did he feel about her? Tender, and excited, and for the first time in his life, happy.
He knew it couldn’t last, but he could enjoy it now. The mindlessness of it receded, and he consciously enjoyed himself in Talan.
“She’s beautiful, Rees,” Rio said.
“I know.” Rees moved himself inside her. “I know.”
Chapter Fifteen
Talan thought she’d die of joy. He’d opened her so wide with his fingers, and now his cock had taken their place.
She came, pulsing around him, feeling him press still harder into him. His hands on her back were hot, but no longer burning.
Rio watched her, his eyes intense. She remembered how she’d fantasized about him watching her and Rees in the bathroom at Judith’s bar.
Fantasy or premonition?
Whatever it had been, they were all three enjoying it—Rees slowly pumping her, Talan squeezing him, Rio watching it all. The air held a tang of sex and sweat and leather.
She wished the night could go on forever.
Rees spilled his seed into her, groaning with the pleasure of it. He laid Talan down on the floor and backed off.
She sank down, exhausted, but did not close her eyes. She did not want to fall asleep. Not with Rees there to pleasure her and Rio to watch. She wanted to be awake for every minute of it.
She loved Rees. It was not just Shareem tricks with her mind, she loved him. She would explain it to him when they were finished, when they were calm.
Rees sat next to her, raking his hands through his damp hair. “Damn, Rio, I want to fuck her again.”
“Of course you do.” Rio came to him and removed the chains from Rees’ ankles. “Let her ride you.”
Rees smiled. She loved his smile.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her tired body. He lay down on his back and positioned her to straddle him.
She was exhausted, but happy to be surrounded by his arms. He guided her hips down, just sitting her on the tip of his cock.
“You take it from here,” he said.
His fever had gone. He was smiling at her, a softness in his Shareem-blue eyes, looking just like he had when she’d first met him.
Talan was tender now, but she still wanted to feel him. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, letting her knees and thighs take her weight.
The tendrils of her loosened hair brushed her shoulders, sensuous as his touch. She lowered herself further, further, wanting all of him.
She settled fully on his cock. He lifted his hips, sending it deep inside her.
Instinctively, she rocked, feeling his cock all the way in. She licked her lips, dug her fingers
into his chest.
She loved him inside her, wanted nothing more than this. He excited her and intrigued her and made her feel so happy. She understood now what Lady Pet had tried to explain and what Lady Ursula had meant in her diary.
There was no feeling in the world like being in the arms of someone you loved. That feeling wasn’t wrong, or shameful, or restricting.
It was freeing, and joyous, and wonderful.
She rocked on him, and he held her steady with his hands. He smiled at her, his eyes calm and loving.
“Talan.” He said her name in his Shareem voice.
She leaned down and kissed him.
He pulled her to him by her collar chain. He held her there, kissing her, moving inside her.
He smiled at her, and she laid her head on his strong shoulder.
His hands roved her back. He soothed her with his Shareem touch, his skill reasserting itself over her mind.
She smiled happily as his fingers moved to her ass. He spread her a little.
“Rio,” he said.
She looked at Rees in surprise.
Rio quickly pulled off his leather pants and his loincloth and stood up, naked. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Before she could grasp what would happen, Rio was behind her. She felt his fingers on her ass, cool with lube.
She stared at Rees. Rees smiled. “It’s all right, baby.” He touched her hair, and she suddenly knew it was all right.
Rio tossed the lube aside. His touch was as soothing, his voice as mesmerizing. “Don’t worry, Talan,” he said. “I’m just taking my reward.”
Talan thought she’d be afraid, thought it would hurt. Rees held her steady, spreading her.
When Rio pressed the tip of his cock against her hole, she tensed.
The two of them touched her and murmured to her, calming her down.
She relaxed, laying her head on Rees’ chest, loosening herself, trusting them.
Rees was still inside her, still hard. Rio’s cock started its slow journey in. He was hard and engorged, excited from watching and anticipating.
Rio moved in slowly, soothing her with his hands. Talan kept still, feeling every inch of him as he slid, slick with lube, into her tunnel.
Rees stroked her hair, murmured her name. Rio took his time, his thighs closing around her, the heat of his body covering her back.
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