by Morgan Hawke
Sobehk caught her clit in his teeth and tugged, very lightly.
Her breath caught. The intense pleasure from her nipple and the searing bolt from her clit met in her belly. She exploded into climax before she knew it was there. Her breath released in a scream.
Khan groaned and lifted his head. “Oh, that was very nice.”
Sobehk sucked noisily and moaned in agreement.
Khan smiled. “Again.”
Again? Great Maker, she barely survived that one! Fallon gasped for breath. “I’d rather not ...”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Khan’s smile broadened. “As I insist that you cum again.” His head lowered to her other nipple. His teeth captured her and began to bite down with devastating tenderness. His body moved against her in sensual sweep of silky hair and hot skin.
Sobehk pressed his mouth tighter and inserted two fingers. He curled them and flicked.
Still shuddering from her last climax, she rose hot and fast -- and much too intense. She shuddered hard in resistance.
Khan chuckled against her breast. “Oh, yes, resist. I like it when you resist.”
Sobehk focused his attack on her clit, sucking while flicking deep within her.
Fallon gasped and arched, her hands in tight fists and her toes curled hard. She moaned and tried to shift under Khan’s weight.
Khan sat up and slid forward until his rigid cocks nestled between her breasts. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, capturing his lower cock and plump balls between them. He rocked forward, slowly pumping his cock between the fullness her breasts. He moaned. “Oh, very nice.” The tips of his thumb-claws grazed her swollen nipples.
Fallon gasped as Sobehk’s mouth on her clit and Khan’s claws tenderly biting her nipples built a hot molten blaze in her belly. She was going to cum ...
“Isabeau.” Khan sucked in a sharp breath and leaned over, cupping the back of her head in one palm. “Lick me. Lick me as I fuck your sweet tits.”
Fallon opened her mouth and stroked the swollen flared crown of his primary cockhead brushing her lips. She lashed her tongue and tasted the titanium balls marking the bar piercing him. Liquid musk pearled on her tongue.
Khan groaned and slowly pumped his secondary cock between her breasts as she licked his primary. “Sobehk, she’s going to make me cum very soon.”
Sobehk lifted his mouth from her flesh. “Are you sure you want to cum? You don’t want to sleep in her?”
Khan’s gaze blazed red-hot and his smile was full of teeth. “Oh, I definitely want to cum.”
“Damn, I can’t see, even with the mirrors.”
Fallon caught movement in the mirrors and saw Sobehk rising to his feet. She looked up at Khan.
Every muscle on Khan’s body stood in sharp relief as he pumped his secondary cock very slowly between her breasts, while the head of his primary cock slipped in and out of her mouth. He licked his lips and his eyes narrowed.
Fallon’s brows drew together even as she licked. Whatever Khan was up to, he was about to get what he was after. She could feel his excited anticipation burning across the telepathic link.
Sobehk leaned over Khan’s shoulder. He sucked in a breath.
Fallon’s hips bucked in time to Sobehk’s fingers, still lodged within her.
Sobehk’s blue eyes widened, and the round pupils shifted into feline slits, then expanded into darkness. “What I wouldn’t give for a hard pair of dicks.”
Khan raised his brow. “If I bite you, you could take her mouth.”
Sobehk groaned. “If you do, I’ll probably cum right away, just from your combined scent.” He took a strong sniff and his eyes closed briefly. “Bloody Chaos, the smell ... you’re both right on top of cumming.”
“Yes, yes, we are.” Khan groaned. “Make a decision, now.”
Sobehk held out his forearm.
Khan snarled and bit down, hard.
Sobehk gasped. “Mother Night, Khan!” His eyes closed and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Bloody Chaos, your venom works fast.”
Khan released Sobehk’s arm and slid his tongue across the punctures. He slowed his thrusts and groaned. “Hurry, we’re right there.”
Sobehk moved to Fallon’s head.
Khan let Fallon’s head fall back onto the pillow at her neck. “Give her your secondary and take her tits; I’ll get her cunt.” He released her breasts and leaned back. His fingers sought then found her slick opening. “Mother Night, she’s wet.” He drove two fingers into Fallon’s flesh.
Fallon gasped and shuddered with the swift invasion.
Sobehk frowned. “My primary will spill all over you.”
Khan snorted. “So?” He glanced down. “Isabeau, open your mouth and close your eyes.”
Close her eyes? Oh, yeah, four dicks, and three of them were going to unload on her breasts and neck. She did not want to get cum in her eyes. Fallon closed them and opened her mouth. Warm, hard cock slid across her tongue. She knew that flavor. Sobehk ... She closed her lips and suckled.
Sobehk groaned, and his palms closed on her breasts, enclosing Khan’s cock between them. “Gods, her mouth ...” His hips jerked, driving his cock deeper into her mouth; then he pulled back.
Fallon swallowed to keep from choking and sucked in a swift breath.
Khan groaned and shoved hard between her breasts. His fingers plunged within her, pressing insistently against her inner sweet spot.
Fallon moaned around the cock in her mouth as Khan’s thrusting fingers stirred the coiling heat in her belly to an angry, throbbing frenzy. She was right on the very edge.
A hungry growl was followed by a yearning moan.
Sobehk began a frenzied but shallow thrusting.
Khan, seated atop her and thrusting between her breasts, matched Sobehk’s swift rhythm. The sound of wet kisses and soft moans filled her ears.
She opened her eyes.
Khan had Sobehk’s hair in one fist and his mouth locked to Sobehk’s, kissing him with desperate ferocity. Sobehk was kissing him back, just as fiercely. Khan moaned and pressed his thumb on her clit, mercilessly hard.
Pleasure. So intense it was actually pain, and it hammered her. Fallon’s breath stopped, and she froze. Release exploded in a hot, wet rush and slammed up her spine in a cascade of fire. She closed her eyes and arched hard under them, her mouth opening wide on a muffled wail.
Khan gasped, froze, and shuddered. His hot cum spilled across her throat and spattered her cheeks.
Fallon jolted hard as his release speared straight into her mind and slammed her up and over into a second and brutally violent orgasm.
Sobehk choked, shuddered, and froze. His cock pulsed in her mouth, and he came. His hot cum spilled into her mouth and across her breasts and belly.
“Fuck ...” Sobehk’s cock retreated from Fallon’s mouth.
Khan chuckled. “You made quite a mess all over me.” His voice was very soft.
“I ...” Sobehk sighed. “Yeah, I did.”
Khan groaned and climbed off of Fallon. “We better get her loose, and all of us in the shower and then, most definitely to bed. I don’t know about you, but I’m dead tired.”
Sobehk was utterly silent as he helped Khan release Fallon from the trunk.
Fallon sat up and rubbed at her wrists.
Khan rolled up the thin cable they’d used, and a smile played on his lips. Cum was smeared all over his belly. It smelled like Sobehk’s.
Sobehk’s shoulders were slightly hunched, and his mouth was tight. He smelled of Khan. He took the cable from Khan without looking at him and turned away to set it on one of the red trunks piled against the wall.
Fallon frowned. Khan was very pleased with himself; she could feel it through the collar. But she could see that Sobehk was clearly unhappy about something.
Khan led the way into the facility and turned on the three showerheads. Steam filled the small, glassed-in room. He reached for the soap and began washing with undisguised enthusiasm.
Sobehk washed
at a distant showerhead and kept his back to Khan.
Fallon tugged her hair from its braid and washed it and her body mercilessly.
Although all three of them occupied the shower, no one spoke. The facility held only the sound of splashing water.
Sobehk rinsed the last of the soap from his muscular body, then set his palms flat on the back wall. He sighed and pressed his brow against the wet metal, letting the water fall on his shoulders.
Fallon stared at Sobehk. Her heart ached for him. Khan had to have done something. She turned to Khan and leveled a glare at him. She focused on their telepathic link and projected as clearly as she could. What did you do to him?
Khan looked over at Sobehk, and sighed very softly. I made him face a truth he didn’t want to see. He walked to Fallon’s side and dropped a quick kiss on her brow. You’re a good pet.
Fallon blinked. Huh?
Khan approached Sobehk. He leaned back against the wall, his gaze focused on the water swirling down the center drain. “Do I need to ask?”
“I ...” Sobehk released a breath and his hands slid down the wall. “No.” He groaned. “Bloody Chaos, Khan, I’m not a fucking submissive!”
Fallon stiffened. What in fury ...?
Khan rolled his eyes. “Sobehk, did you never think that perhaps I wasn’t asking you to be one?”
Sobehk turned his head to face Khan. “What?”
Khan snorted and crossed his arms. “Do you remember that time we came back from class early and we found our fathers ... in their compromising situation?”
“Oh, yeah.” Sobehk winced then smiled. “That was a little ... unexpected.”
Khan raised his brow. “You did notice who wasn’t on top?”
Sobehk froze. He frowned. “Now that you mention it ...”
Khan chuckled softly. “Apparently it runs in the bloodline, though from what I’ve seen, it’s actually pretty common between blooded lords and their Dhe’syah .”
Sobehk’s brows shot up. “You’re joking.”
Khan walked over to the door and hit the wall, starting the water collector. “You’ll get to see it yourself at the next Ehnyad conference.”
Sobehk groaned. “I’d rather not.”
Khan grinned. “I would be a fool to go anywhere without my Dhe’syah.”
Sobehk rolled his eyes. “Oh, this is going to be loads of fun. I can tell.”
Fallon stared from one male to the other. What in fury was a Dhe’syah? Some kind of bodyguard?
Khan opened the sliding glass door. “Look at it this way: you get to keep your pet.” He stepped out of the shower.
Fallon looked at Khan in shock. What?
Sobehk turned to look at Fallon. His blue eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open. His mouth snapped closed, and his jaw clenched, as did his fists. “That manipulative little shit!” He lifted his chin and closed his eyes, then suddenly dropped his head. His breath left him in a rush. He pressed a hand to his brow and a chuckle rumbled from him. “I am definitely going to ream his royal rump for that one.” He raised his head and smiled tiredly at Fallon. “You going to stand there all night?” He held out his hand. “Come on, it’s bedtime.”
Fallon moved cautiously toward Sobehk. “Is somebody going to tell me what’s going on?”
Sobehk winced. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
Fallon raised her brow at him. “You better.”
Sobehk snorted and snatched her hand. “Or what?”
“Oh, I don’t know ...” Fallon closed her fingers tight around his warm hand and smiled. “But I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
Sobehk rolled his eyes as he led her from the shower. “Knowing you, yes, you will.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
A small chime sounded.
Fallon’s eyes snapped open. She was on her side in the bed, nearly buried in pillows with Khan spooned hot and solid against her back. She frowned. She’d actually slept through the night cycle rather than awakening to climb out. Huh.
Sobehk groaned, on the far side of Khan.
Fallon turned to look over her shoulder just in time to see Sobehk stretch out across the sheets, catching all that heavy muscle moving and shifting. He really was a handsome brute.
Sobehk sat up, yawned, scratched and turned to grin over Khan’s back. “Come on, kitten, time to get dressed.”
Fallon’s mouth fell open. “Me?”
Sobehk climbed up onto his knees. “You want to learn the sword, right?”
“Hot damn!” Fallon twisted out of Khan’s hold and lunged out of the bed.
Sobehk smiled and rolled out far more sedately.
Khan chuckled and rolled onto his back. “Have fun. Don’t kill each other.” He snagged a few pillows, grabbed the comforter, and pulled it up to his chin.
Fallon frowned at him. “Don’t you have to get up, too?”
Khan set his arm behind his head and grinned. “Not for another hour.”
Fallon checked her internal chrono. Oh, for the Maker’s sake ... It was a full hour and a half before full ship morning. She glared at Sobehk.
Sobehk moved toward his wardrobe, scratching the small of his back and refusing to look her way. “I think I have something you can wear ...”
Khan rolled onto his side. “If you will wait about five more minutes, the staff will be here with practice garb for both of you and a small rising meal.”
Sobehk frowned. “What, did you take care of everything?”
Khan yawned. “Rank has its responsibilities.”
Fallon tilted her head. What in fury was that supposed to mean?
A double-chime sounded.
“There.” Khan lifted a hand. The door appeared in the blank far wall and cycled open.
Two youthful attendants in dark gray robes came in with a floating tray. They placed a pair of small, steaming bowls on the table, along with a pair of dull, plain steel practice swords. They turned to Sobehk.
Fallon’s gaze focused on the black chain leash coiled in the center of the table.
Sobehk nodded and held out his arms.
The attendants dressed him in a short but heavily padded sleeveless red robe. The robe was tucked into very full, pleated black trousers that were gathered tight at the waist. A red and black sash was wound around his waist.
Sobehk bowed to his attendants and grabbed for one of the small bowls on the table and a rolled napkin. He tilted his head toward Fallon. “Get over here and get dressed.”
Fallon swallowed. She took several deep breaths and walked over. She bowed politely and held her arms out from her body. She exhaled very slowly and took tiny breaths to keep their scent from sending her into a panic.
Sobehk frowned slightly, watching Fallon while forking meat slivers into his mouth.
The attendants were swift. In a very short time, Fallon was dressed in a smaller version of what Sobehk wore.
Fallon bowed again and thanked all those years spent in the sewers that taught her to breathe so shallowly. She walked over to the table, picked up one of the small bowls, and snapped open a napkin. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. She scooped a piece of barely cooked meat into her mouth, trying not to drip on her nice clean robe. It was wonderfully tangy.
Sobehk frowned at her. “Is there a problem with being dressed?”
Fallon shook her head and swallowed what was in her mouth. “They smell wrong.”
Sobehk’s brows rose, and he rolled his eyes. “Oh.” He shrugged. “I’d heard that some Primes are nose sensitive.”
Fallon swallowed. “Nose sensitive?”
Sobehk sucked in a piece of meat and nodded. He swallowed. “Some Primes can differentiate between people by scent alone.”
Some Primes? Fallon froze with a piece of meat halfway to her mouth. She set it back in her bowl. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” Sobehk upended the small bowl into his mouth. He swallowed and applied his napkin. “Some Primes can actually track by scent, though it’s not com
mon.”
Apparently her sense of smell wasn’t exactly “normal.” Fallon focused on eating, unsure whether she should say anything.
Khan groaned in the bed and turned face up. “Sobehk, could you come here please?”
Sobehk rolled his eyes at Fallon and walked over to the bed. “Yeah, what?”
Khan chuckled. “I thought you might find this useful.”
Sobehk sighed. “Oh, thanks.”
Khan shifted among the pillows. “I suggest keeping the telepathic link open. She has some rather interesting thoughts going through her head on occasion.”
Fallon frowned. What the ...?
Sobehk turned around and grinned, showing his long teeth. “Oh, yes! I have you now!”
Fallon frowned in suspicion. “What?”
Sobehk’s stride positively bounced as he approached her. He leaned in close. “I suggest you be a very good pet.” He waggled his brows as he leaned past her to pick up the leash on the table. “Khan just gave me your collar codes.”
Fallon winced. “Great.”
Sobehk chuckled and handed her a gray-sheathed practice blade. A black cord had been wrapped around the sheath only two fingers from the hilt.
Fallon held the blade with both hands for an entire breathless moment.
The sword was a weapon from a more romantic time when ships sailed the seas rather than the stars. However, instead of archaic tempered steel, the modern blade was made of live-steel and practically hummed with nanites. Live-steel would return to shape from a forty-five degree bend, would never lose its edge, and could withstand extremes in temperature, such as the absolute cold of space, without shattering. It would hold the perfect shape of its making for as long as it existed. Live-steel was said to be born, not made.
The practice blade in her hands was very likely made of ordinary steel and dull, but still ... a sword.
Sobehk lifted the other practice sword. “Shove this through your sash, like so ...” He demonstrated by shoving the sword though the broad folds of his sash and angling it at his hip.
Fallon shoved the sword into her sash, and very nearly straight into her pants. She got it on the second try.
“Here, like this ...” Sobehk leaned forward and set the sword at her left hip, angled just a bit toward the center. He tugged at the dangling black cord and showed her the wrapping knot that kept the sheath from sliding from her sash.
