Interstellar Service and Discipline 02 Fortune's Star

by Morgan Hawke

  Luxi pulled her hair out from under her and let the red curls spill to the ground. His coat was silky against her back, but the bench beneath it was hard stone. It was also far wider than it had looked. She had to spread her legs wide to get her toes to touch the ground. She took a deep breath and glanced over at Amun.

  Amun lifted his chin at Leto. “Straddle the bench facing Luxi. This time, you are my mount.”

  Leto raised his brows and moved toward the bench. “No foreplay?”

  Amun’s lips curled in a sharp smile. “Do you really want another delay?”

  Leto focused on Luxi, his mouth tight and his silver eyes still wide and dark. “I see your point.”

  “Thought you might.”

  Leto lifted his leg over the bench and sat, then reached down to lift her legs over his spread thighs. He leaned down, grasping the bench on either side of her shoulders. His cock pressed against the curls of her mound as he brushed her mouth with his. “I’ll try to be gentle, but I am very close to losing it,” he whispered.

  Luxi smiled up at him. “That’s okay. I’m close to losing it, too.”

  “One thing more.” Humor laced Amun’s voice as knelt at their side and held up a gold hoop too small for a bracelet but far too large for a finger ring.

  Leto sucked in a breath. “I am not ...”

  Amun’s smile was predatory as he pushed Leto to sit up. “Yes, you are.”

  Luxi frowned. “What is that?”

  Amun wrapped his hand around Leto’s cock and gave it a strong pull. “This is a cock ring.” He slid his hand back down and pulled again.

  Leto tilted his head back. He gasped and his hips jerked. “Son of a bitch!”

  “It will keep him from climaxing.” Amun pressed his fingers into the ring and the metal parted to become a slightly elastic band.

  Luxi blinked. The ring had to be made of mimetic metal infused with nanites that would allow it to shift between solid and elastic.

  Amun wrapped the gold band around the base of Leto’s thick cock, behind his balls, drawing a moan from Leto’s lips. Amun glanced at Luxi. “At least until I’m ready to let him.”

  Leto sucked in air past his clenched teeth. “I hate those things!”

  Amun raised a brow. “Really?” He picked up a small tube from where he had set it in the grass and squeezed a thick coating of gel onto his palm. “I find them quite delightful.”

  Leto glanced at Amun’s cock, then shot him a narrow glare. “You’re not wearing one.”

  Amun smiled. “Yet.” He set down the tube and lifted another gold ring. He grasped his cock with the gel-slick palm and stroked himself. “I am in no mood to lose it the moment I have what I have waited nearly a year to get.” He coated himself thoroughly with the clear gel, then opened the ring and closed the resulting band around the base of his balls. He groaned.

  Luxi swallowed and felt a fine tremble run through her. She was going to do this. She was going to have sex with two men. Two of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. She could feel her excitement, her cream, gathering and sliding from her body to the coat below her. She pressed her hands over Leto’s where they rested on her wide-open thighs.

  Amun rose to his feet, then strode around to straddle the bench behind Leto. His hands cupped Leto’s pale shoulders as he leaned over him. His gaze was hot on Luxi’s face. “Mount her.”

  Leto’s eyes widened just a hair and he leaned up then over Luxi. One hand gripped the bench by her shoulder. He gave her a quick sardonic smile. “Yes, master.” His cock slid back across her ginger curls, then nudged at her damp and aching flesh.

  Luxi felt her breath catch and arched up on instinct alone.

  Leto thrust. In a swift, voluptuous rush, he sheathed himself fully.

  They both moaned.

  Amun choked, his eyes widening and his fingers digging into Leto’s shoulders.

  Luxi rolled her hips under him, feeling the flesh and the spirit within his flesh filling her at once with heat and darkness. She caught his shoulder and pulled him down to her even as she rose from the bench to feel more of him.

  Leto dropped down over her and his mouth took her breast. He sucked greedily on her engorged nipple even as one of his hands slid down to cup her ass cheek.

  Luxi moaned, scorched by his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth on her excited flesh.

  Abruptly, Leto stilled, his entire body tensing.

  “Push out,” Amun said softly.

  Leto’s head lifted from her breast and his eyes closed tight. A groan escaped him. He inched forward over her, arching slightly upward.

  Above and behind him, Amun’s eyes were narrowed to green slits as he sighed. “Yes, oh, yes ...”

  Below them, Luxi felt Leto’s body rock with impact as Amun sheathed himself in Leto.

  Leto released a gasp. “Amun, you are not a small man.”

  Amun groaned. “Nor are you.” He thrust. His impact transferred to Leto and drove Leto’s cock hard into Luxi.

  Luxi gasped and Leto gasped with her.

  Amun groaned. “Oh, that was a nice clear impression from both of you.”

  Leto snorted. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your ride in our heads.”

  “Oh, I am.” Amun smiled. “Want to join me?”

  Luxi felt the curl of vibrant heat from Amun’s mind flooding her with his telepathic impressions. Suddenly she could feel Amun’s cock in the hot, tight grip of Leto’s ass and the wet slick grip of her own cunt around Leto’s cock, in addition to the thick delicious fullness of Leto’s cock within her. Lust coiled tight within her, compounded by the raging need from both men threaded with the real affection they had for each other. And were beginning to have with her.

  “Now that we are all in this together ...” Amun grabbed hold of Leto’s tailed mane, drawing Leto’s head up and back, pulling him upright as he rolled Leto’s tail around his fist. “Shall we fuck?”

  Leto winced and caught Luxi around the hips. “Amun, I can’t ... Not this way.”

  Luxi could feel the tension in Leto’s body as he strained against the fisted grip in his hair compounded with the physical need to thrust into her body

  “You’re not.” Amun cupped Leto’s hip in one hand. “I am doing the fucking.” He dug his feet into the grass and pulled, causing Leto to withdraw.

  Luxi moaned. Locked in the telepathic link, she could feel the tight, near-painful fullness of Amun’s cock lodged in Leto’s ass, along with the bite of his fingers in Leto’s hip and then the delicious, slow withdrawal mixing with her own pleasure as Leto’s cock slid partway from her.

  Amun shoved forward, driving himself into Leto, who drove into Luxi. “I’m fucking the both of you.” He pulled back, drawing Leto from Luxi, and thrust again, swifter, harder, and deeper ...

  Luxi lifted her hips to receive Leto’s driven strokes. She groaned as each hammering thrust struck something deep and delicious within her.

  The echoes of pleasure slid from mind to mind to mind. Raw animal need rolled over all three of them, bowing them with tension, heat, and coiling fire. Sweat formed and slid across heated skin as moans, gasps, and groans filled the small alcove, along with the sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh.

  Grunting with effort, Amun drove the merciless thrusts that Leto delivered as Luxi writhed beneath them, feeling the building tightness of a climax all three were going to share. Whoever climaxed first would set off the cascade in the other two.

  And they fucked.

  Amun suddenly shoved Leto down over Luxi.

  Luxi reached up to clutch at Leto, desperate to feel his skin on hers even as his mouth descended on her breasts in a greedy hunger echoed in both men. Leto’s hand gripped the bench over her head as he rocked into Amun’s thrusts and let the impact drive him into Luxi’s hungry wet core.

  And they fucked.

  From the heat growing fast in her belly within the echoes of Amun’s and Leto’s pleasure, compounded by the nips on her breasts and the hard suckling on
her nipples, Luxi strongly suspected she would climax very soon.

  Amun lifted higher, forcing Leto to lie flat over Luxi, and began to power his thrusts, increasing his speed and depth.

  Leto gasped and drove faster into Luxi.

  Through the telepathic link, Luxi felt the burn in Amun’s balls as his body tried to climax and the snug ring prevented it.

  Locked into the link with them, Leto also tried to release and was prevented by his ring.

  Luxi felt the sudden clench of her own body notching tighter toward climax. She writhed in vicious pleasure, balanced on the very edge even as both men were driven back from theirs.

  And they fucked.

  Locked in each other’s minds, their shared pleasure drove them upward toward writhing, blinding madness. Their moans became gasping cries.

  “Enough.” Amun groaned at Leto’s back. “Take off your ring.”

  “About fucking time!” Leto sat up and pulled from Luxi’s body with a harsh groan. He grasped the ring around the base of his cock. The mimetic metal parted and he dropped it on the grass. “Damned thing!” He caught Luxi around the thighs and surged back into her.

  Luxi gasped and arched. Without the ring, Leto was seated more deeply within her body.

  Amun dropped his ring on the grass and had Leto lean over. He groaned.

  Leto closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. His eyes opened and he focused on Luxi. “Now?”

  Amun grinned at his shoulder. “Send her over.”

  Luxi shivered at his words.

  Leto’s hand slid between their bodies. He slicked his fingers in her generous cream, then found her swollen clit. He rubbed, quickly and insistently. His fingers delivered lightning bolts of erotic fire that echoed through all three.

  Amun’s breath came in harsh pants. “Come for us. Come for us all.”

  Luxi bowed up under them and drew in a breath she couldn’t release.

  Leto bit down hard on her nipple.

  Luxi released her breath on a howl. She exploded in a firestorm of ruthless and rapturous pleasure, feeling her own body’s pulsing grip around Leto as she squeezed his cock, begging for his release.

  Leto stilled briefly, caught in her climax, then Amun stilled, equally caught. Each man threw back his head and shouted in the ruthless grip of sudden, unstoppable release.

  The white fire of backlashed ecstasy raged through Luxi’s mind, violently hammering her back up and forcing her over into another rolling wave of body-shattering climax, and then another. Her screams echoed their hoarse shouts as she drowned in the liquid pleasure of both cocks pumping cum into the moist, hot, tight places they were buried. Something deep and painfully beautiful sparked between both men and arced across the link. Leto leaned back to catch hold of Amun, and kissed him. Their mouth worked as the last echoes of climax shimmered around and through them all.

  Luxi’s sight ran and smeared as tears spontaneously erupted and silently ran down her cheeks. She held her breath to keep from disturbing them as her heart tried to shatter in her chest.

  It was love. They were very much in love.

  Something she had never felt herself.

  Leto abruptly released Amun to lean down over Luxi. He smiled, and kissed her, very, very gently.

  Chapter Nine

  Luxi wiped her eyes and panted, thoroughly worn out as she sprawled beneath Leto’s gasping and heavy body. It had been the most brutally erotic thing she had ever experienced. Tremors shook her with tiny echoes of pleasure.

  Amun panted and sat up, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. “Imagine if we had taken the time for foreplay?”

  Leto groaned and shifted atop Luxi. “I don’t think I would have survived.”

  Amun stroked Leto’s shoulder. “There is only one way to find out.” He sucked in a deep breath and leaned over to one side. “Luxi, are you all right?”

  Luxi was barely able to turn her head to look at him. “I think so.”

  Amun smiled. “How are your administrative skills?”

  Her what? Luxi blinked. “Huh?”

  Amun lowered his chin and a chuckle escaped. “Do you have the training to be a personal assistant?”

  “Oh ...” It took two full breaths before Luxi was able to conceive of an answer, never mind verbalize it. “I have the array and I’ve done some assistant work.”

  Amun’s smile was wry. “Would you consider being mine?”

  Luxi went very still as synchronicity shimmered, stretched high and tight in the back of her mind. “What?”

  Leto lifted his head. “He’s asking if you want a job.” He turned and gave Amun a crooked grin. “With us.”

  Luxi struggled to rise and Leto caught her by the arms to help her sit up. She focused on Amun. “Are you serious?”

  Amun smiled. “Absolutely.”

  Leto snorted. “I hope you realize he likes to sleep with his staff?”

  Luxi raised her brow at Leto. “No, really?” Her voice was very dry.

  Amun’s head came up. “Leto!”

  Leto reached down to grab his suit. “Well, you do!”

  Amun shrugged into his shirt. “Only you.”

  “Then you don’t intend to sleep with your secretary?” Leto nodded at Luxi.

  Amun sighed. “You have a point, seeing as I can’t sleep with my pilot without her.”

  Luxi blinked at Leto. “You’re a pilot, too?”

  Leto shrugged as he rose from the bench. “Pilot, bodyguard ...” He shot a sharp smile at Amun. “Babysitter.”

  Amun gave him an equally sharp smile. “Lover.” He lifted his chin to catch Luxi’s eye. “Think carefully. I have a very tight and varied schedule.”

  Leto grinned. “He means, we move around a lot and rarely see anyone but each other for long periods of time.”

  Luxi glanced down at the grass and then looked up at the winking lights of the distant ceiling. “I never really had much of a social life.” She turned to look into Amun’s green eyes and let her gaze drift over Leto’s pale profile. Her choice had been made the moment she took the data card from Gentle-fem Symposia’s hand. She hadn’t known where it would lead, not really, but a future with these two men was definitely something she could live with. And if she was lucky, perhaps she could acquire a small corner of their hearts, too. She smiled up at Amun. “I think I’d like working for you.”

  Amun’s gaze narrowed on her. “Then you consent to my service?”

  Leto peered sharply over his shoulder. “Amun, that’s ...”

  Amun shot him a narrow glare. “Don’t interfere.”

  Leto turned away and stepped into his suit.

  Luxi’s gaze flicked from one to the other. “I consent.”

  Leto winced.

  Amun smiled. “Then by the power I represent, I accept you into my personal attaché.”

  Leto sighed and smiled tiredly at Luxi. “Welcome to the insanity.”

  Amun rose from the bench with a groan. “As soon as we get you up to the suite, I’ll have you registered and your clearances set.”

  Leto leaned back and rolled his shoulders. “She needs her translation programs updated, too.”

  Luxi winced. That was an understatement.

  Amun picked up some of his discarded clothing. “I’ll see to that and anything else that needs upgrading.”

  With much groaning and wincing, they dressed.

  As they rode the lift back up to the concourse level, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Luxi to simply lean against Amun’s left side even as Leto leaned against Amun on the right. Luxi felt warm, cozy, and relaxed. More relaxed than she had ever been. She felt ... safe.

  Amun closed his arms about them both, his hand absently stroking Luxi’s arm.

  The lift doors opened.

  Luxi suddenly felt probability snap into actuality with the blow of a hammer. Vincent was somewhere on the station and he was close -- and getting closer with each breath. Possibilities lashed at her. According to what she wa
s reading, Vincent was a danger to both Amun and Leto, but he didn’t know them -- yet. Despair washed through her. If she stayed with them, Vincent would find them, and hurt them. They would be safer if she left them immediately.

  Luxi lunged out of the lift at a run. She had to find a place to hide, and fast, but she needed her bag. It was still sitting over by the kaffahouse counter where she’d left it.

  “Luxi!” Leto shouted from behind her. “Where are you going?” He caught up with her before she’d made it a third of the way across the balcony, grabbing her wrist to jerk her to a halt. “Luxi, wait!”

  “Leto, let go!” She turned and tugged at her wrist. “Something came up; I have to go!”

  “Luxi, what’s wrong?” Amun caught her by the other wrist and hissed. “Who is this man hunting you?”

  Luxi flinched. Amun must have plucked the thought from her mind. “His name is Vincent.” Her talent spun around her. “Amun, don’t let him find you. He can hurt you.”

  Amun snorted. “I am more difficult to hurt than you think.”

  “And he’ll have to go through me first.” Leto grinned nastily.

  Luxi stared at him. “Leto, you are in more danger than he is.”

  Leto’s fingers tightened on her wrist. “What?”

  “He calls himself a monk. He’s possessed by a ghost that devours spirits.” She tugged at her arm. “Amun, please, let me go ...”

  Leto frowned. “A monk?”

  “Sounds like an Avatar.” Amun frowned at Leto. “You could be in real danger.”

  “An Avatar?” Leto snorted. “Is that all? I’ve dealt with ghost-hunters before.”

  “Have you now?” The voice was deep and frighteningly familiar.

  An icy wash of terror flowed down Luxi’s spine.

  Amun released her with a gasp.

  Luxi turned and froze.

  “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, girl.” Vincent stepped from the deep shadows, tall and menacing in a floor-sweeping black coat. His shoulder-length sable hair gleamed with streaks of blood red, and his features seemed harsh and barbaric under the lamplight. His eyes had deep smudges from sleepless exhaustion under them, and writhing shadows within them. His smile reeked of a feral triumph that did not look natural to his face.