Yet she lay on the bed, grabbing hold of her knees and parting them wide to offer him access. She looked like a offering of sexual sacrifice, and it made something deep in the Dramok’s loins wrench to see the Earther minx like that. He had the fleeting urge to take her hard; violently even.
Cissy made his head spin. Ancestors help Diltan if she had even a glimpse of how crazy with lust she drove him.
He went to her, walking in slow, measured paces. She watched him, her hazel eyes wide, her moist lips parted as she drew quick breaths. The want in her expression was naked. Diltan bit back a groan. To see such lust, shown without inhibition, made his cocks swell tighter.
To think this woman who has driven me crazy with irritation could be the only thing that I want in this whole universe right now...
Diltan stood over Cissy, trying with all his might to order his thoughts. He couldn’t, not with his cocks demanding her warmth, not with his whole being centered on making him part of her.
The Dramok gripped his members, leaning in towards her heat. She was wet, her soft pink sex glistening an invitation. Her rear entry was still open from its liaisons with his clanmates, enticing him to fill it once more. Diltan voiced a groan and leaned over her. He forged deep into Cissy.
She cried out a glad welcome, her body straining to meet his even as she kept her hands on her knees, maintaining the position he’d demanded. Heat pulsed in his dicks, molten goodness that nearly made him cross-eyed.
Just as wondrous was the firm warmth holding him. Diltan’s pricks were enclosed in soft, tight flesh, trembling flesh that not only yielded but flexed, drawing him deeper still. Cissy’s body welcomed him with an embrace that felt like coming home.
Diltan’s instinct was to move hard and fast, to meld with that wondrous part by emptying into it. Yet looking into the face beneath his, at the rapturous expression gazing into his, brought him up short. It gave him the same feeling he got when making love to Wal or Rolat: the fervent need to serve the one serving him. An irrefutable responsibility to give every bit as good as he got.
With that, Diltan slid slow and sure out of Cissy until only the tips of his cocks remained within her sweet body. Then he shoved in again to make her gasp and arch. Her mouth opened wide for her high-pitched cry. Her passages tightened hard around him, making Diltan hiss between his teeth as lust surged in his groin.
That was it. That was just what she liked.
Diltan kept the rhythm of slowly withdrawing and slamming back in. Cissy rewarded him each time with a little scream. She managed to hold onto the backs of knees, but her feet kicked in the air. Her head tossed back and forth, as if to deny the pleasure she received.
The Dramok would not let her do so. Propped on one hand over her, his hips continuing to whipsaw back and forth with determination, he reached between them to gently pinch the lovely’s clit between thumb and finger. Cissy squalled as he rubbed the slick nubbin with delicate friction.
“Pretty little rascal,” Diltan breathed. “You will come for me. You will come for me now.”
He slammed into her, pinched down. Cissy at last lost her hold on her legs, grabbing hold of Diltan’s arms as her body bowed back. She shrieked as her pussy spasmed hard around the Dramok’s length. Diltan was forced to still, brought to the brink of release by her explosion.
Seconds later, the Earther fell limp to the sleeping mat’s surface, her breath sobbing as the last of her convulsions ebbed. Diltan felt the familiar and still-wonderful surge of power from bringing a lover to complete release. It was like a drug, one he could never get enough of.
“You are so beautiful when you climax,” he purred to the shaking woman. “You will do it for me again.”
Cissy blinked, coming to her senses as Diltan did the slow withdrawal from her as he had before. “I don’t think I can—”
“Oh, you most certainly will.” He thrust back in, seizing her clit once more and rubbing.
It took two more strokes, but Diltan had his way. Cissy’s screams of completion were beautiful to hear.
He could have listened to her cries all night, but Diltan knew from the pounding in his groin that he’d reached his limit. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
The Dramok freed his livid cocks from the sweetly clinging sleeves of his still-moaning lover. He picked up her shuddering form and turned her over onto her stomach. He scrubbed at his smaller cock with the antiseptic wipe Wal handed to him with a grin. It took no time for it to grow slick with lubrication once more. Damn, he needed to come soon.
Grasping Cissy’s hips in both hands, framing that luscious ass, Diltan lifted her bottom to his groin. Whether from weakness or relief that he granted her a reprieve, Cissy went lax in his grip.
Not for long, my irreverent beauty, he vowed as his primary cock entered her ass.
* * * *
Cissy thought, Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
Diltan had made her come so hard that her insides felt like a washcloth after a bath: wrung out. She felt a sense of relief to have him coming at her from behind. Let him have his fun and get his cookie. He more than deserved it after the amazing and heart-stopping climaxes he’d treated her to.
It had almost been too much. Cissy’s throat felt raw after the yelling she’d done. The Dramok had overwhelmed her with his knowledgeable fucking and fingering. The man definitely had a leg up on the younger men Cissy had a habit of enjoying.
She did her best to ignore the agreeable ache of having his thicker girth pierce her ass and the gorgeous friction of his smaller cock rubbing the front of her female sleeve. Yeah, it felt good. With time, it would make her come again. She didn’t want to, though. Those last two orgasms had nearly blown her head off her shoulders. She’d had enough.
From the sound of Diltan’s panting, he’d get his pretty soon. Cissy was exhausted, but she made herself move beneath him, greeting his thrusts with her own, giving him the pleasure he’d earned. Damn the man. Gorgeous, charming when he wasn’t being an ass, and talented in the sack to boot. Had anyone ever made her scream like that before? No. Not ever.
“Too quiet, my pretty rebel,” Diltan grunted. “I like it better when you make some noise.”
His hand shifted, sliding from her hip to her mound to seek. Cissy gasped and grabbed his wrist. He was not stroking her clit again. She was not going to have another of those excruciating orgasms.
She never felt him move. All at once, Cissy found her wrists pinned at the small of her back by one strong hand ... and the other was again groping for her nubbin.
“Wait! Wait!” she cried, trying to get away from him. Like a bug on a pin, his cocks kept her skewered in place. Diltan’s finger and thumb snared its prize.
“Come for me, my rascal,” he said, fucking and rubbing her straight to the verge of climax.
“Please! Please! PLEASE!” Cissy shrieked as rapture flared bright. Then the tidal wave was on her, eclipsing all but wild sensation.
She screamed long and hard into the linens that covered her bed. She screamed and screamed and still orgasm tore through her, taking her beyond reason. It was as if Diltan reached inside her to rip it out of her loins.
Then it was over, followed by shuddering aftershocks. Diltan’s groaning sounded far away. His weight shifted, and he fell over onto the mat, landing on his side and carrying Cissy with him. They lay gasping and shaking all over.
Two more large, warm bodies crept onto the bed with them. Cissy found herself nuzzling into Wal’s wide chest. She had the impression that Rolat lay behind him. A hand that could only be the Nobek’s stroked her hair from her sweaty brow.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before Diltan spoke. “If we may not spend the night with you Matara, can I at least have enough time to discover where my legs have gone to?”
That was greeted by laughter from the other two men. Cissy managed to smile at the sally.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Dramok. I’ll kick your sadistic ass out in the morning.”
Chapter 10
When Cissy woke, it was with the sense of being warm and safe. She reveled in it, feeling the strength of a male body against hers, her face snuggled in a smooth, muscular chest. Lovely.
For a minute or two, she thought she was back on the Kalquorian transport that had taken her off Earth. Then she remembered she’d made it to Kalquor and the Matara Complex. She was a woman sought after, a woman enjoying all the thrills and pleasures denied before.
She felt the legs tangled in hers. Then she realized there was not just a man in front of her but behind her as well. Oh hell. Where had she ended up last night? She’d gone overboard with the bohut, that was for sure.
Cissy’s thoughts were sluggish as she fought to remember the night before. Dancing at the concert. Drinking. Who were the boys she’d played with? She couldn’t even remember the faces of her dates last night. Well, this was going to be awkward as hell. After the past few weeks, all the young men looked alike.
Cissy was readying excuses as to why she had to jump up and leave right away when her brain decided it would join her body in wakefulness. She remembered now, all right. But not the men she’d met up with the night before. She remembered the men she’d ended up with ... men with faces she’d not likely ever forget if she lived to be 200. She’d sucked down the bohut just to keep them out of her head ... and in her drunken state she’d let them in other places.
I am never going to drink that much again. Oh fuck, I’m in some serious shit now.
She was afraid to open her eyes. She did so anyway. An expanse of brown skin greeted her gaze, and she slowly tilted her head back to look into Imdiko Wal’s attractive face.
He smiled and became stunning. “I thought you might be waking when the rhythm of your breathing changed. Good morning, Matara.”
Before she could respond, a big body reared up behind Wal. Rolat grinned down at her. That meant that behind her, spooned up nice and tight, his hard cocks nestled in the crack of her ass could only be—
She turned her head, feeling like the heroine in a horror film. There lay the devastatingly handsome monster himself, lit in golden light from the vid playing a morning sunrise. Dramok Diltan. He too was awake and looking at her.
Cissy realized something else she’d forgotten the night before, something eclipsed by booze and lust. Something that made her nauseous and ready to cry all at once.
“Oh blessed Buddha. What the hell did I do?”
Rolat’s voice rumbled like thunder. “Enjoyed yourself, I hope.”
Cissy blinked at him, feeling as if the tidal wave of guilt would crush her before she could drown. Flailing wildly, trying to get out from between Diltan and Wal, she snapped, “You’ve all got to get up. You need to leave right now.”
Diltan had his superior you-exasperating-female look on again. “By the ancestors, now what is your problem?”
Cissy could have slugged him. “What do you think? I fucked you! You’re dating my sister!”
Wal cocked his head, looking confused. “I thought we’d established that we would not continue to pursue that avenue. Besides, we were not exclusive to Tasha at this early juncture. In turn, she was not expected to be faithful to us. That is the nature of the lottery.”
Were they dense? Did they think any of that mattered? Cissy spluttered, “Tasha doesn’t know that you’re giving up your interest in her. She doesn’t know! And I’m her sister!”
Rolat seemed as perplexed as the other two. “The lottery contract states that all parties may pursue multiple interests at once. We’re allowed to demonstrate our attraction to all of our options, which includes you.”
Wal added, “You said Tasha wasn’t that interested in us either, which was already obvious.”
Cissy managed to untangle herself from bodies and linens. She lunged off the sleeping mat to stand at its foot. She glared at the three men. “Tasha wasn’t interested, but what if she changed her mind? No matter what the lottery contract states, I’ve got no excuse for this behavior, not when it comes to my own flesh and blood. Shit. This is screwed up. Please leave.”
Diltan slid off the bed and stood, facing Cissy with a severe look. “I think we need to talk this over. Perhaps we should include Tasha in the conversation if you believe there is a problem.”
Cissy tried not to notice how stupendously stunning the man looked. How amazing they all looked, truth be told. She was pissed off with herself more than any of them, but Diltan always made an easy target. She wanted to lash out at him, throw some of the blame his way.
Stop it. They’re right about the lottery rules. He and the other two haven’t done anything wrong. It’s me. I fucked up and I only have myself to blame.
One thing was for certain; she didn’t want to discuss anything with Diltan no matter how innocent he was in the matter. What she needed was the time and space to figure out how to admit to her sister what she had done.
“I’m waiting, Cecilia.” Diltan crossed his arms over his chest.
His domineering attitude made her fired-up temper flare hotter. She went on the attack.
“Okay Diltan, let’s talk. Why don’t you start with why my cousin Lindsey doesn’t like you? I’m interested in why she hinted we should avoid getting involved with you.”
Cissy didn’t know what she’d expected the Dramok’s reaction to be. It certainly wasn’t seeing him go deathly pale. The man’s jaw snapped shut so hard she thought he might break his teeth.
His clanmates looked at him with confusion. Rolat asked, “What’s this about, Diltan?”
In a tone tight with fury Diltan snarled, “It’s something we don’t need to discuss in front of her.” His glare was enough to make Cissy cringe. Skewering her with that look, he told her, “At least Matara Lindsey can be counted on for discretion. You might learn a thing or two about that.”
He turned on his heel and stormed into the bath facility. Cissy heard the water run and loud splashing.
Recovering from her surprise at his reaction, she called out, “Are you saying I have no discretion?”
The water switched off. Diltan came back into the sleeping room. Without pausing, he grabbed up his pile of clothes from the floor and kept going towards the door that led to the greeting room. As he went, he said, “It is not your strong suit, from what I’ve seen.”
Unmindful of her nudity, Cissy hurried out after him. Diltan stood in the middle of the room, yanking his clothes on. He seemed intent on pretending she wasn’t there.
Hurt by his refusal to look at her, Cissy yelled, “You don’t know anything about me, you pompous, self-important jerk!”
He stepped into his shoes, finishing his quick dressing. He brought his eyes up to stare at her. “I know this.”
With that, he made two quick strides to stand in front of her. Before she could react, Diltan grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. His mouth fell on hers.
Cissy instinctively parted her lips. Diltan’s tongue forged in, taking possession and kissing her soundly. At the same time, the hand not holding her in place slid over her pussy, stroking and fondling. Cissy’s senses lit, arousal filling her gut and making her clutch the man with need. Honey slid from her to cover Diltan’s talented fingers. She moaned, grinding hard against his touch.
The Dramok released her and stepped away. Cissy reached for him before she remembered she was mad at him. That she’d already screwed up once with men that courted her sister. Her fingers trembled as she forced her hands down to her sides.
She didn’t miss how one corner of Diltan’s mouth twisted up in a moment’s victory before he called to his clanmates still in the bedroom.
“I’ll be waiting for you two at the complex’s main entrance.”
With that, Diltan turned his back on Cissy and left her quarters. She stood there, confu
sed, angry, and crazy-aroused.
Behind her, she heard the disappointment in Wal’s voice as he told Rolat, “Damn. This is not how I anticipated starting the day.”
* * * *
Diltan’s head ached. His thoughts churned in chaos. It was damned hard to smile as if nothing was wrong as he passed aides, sycophants, and fellow council members. It felt like it took forever to navigate the corridor that led from his chambers to Councilman Maf’s.
First and foremost were his concerns over Cissy. He could have handled that situation better than he had, but her bringing up Matara Lindsey had thrown him off. That was a can of worms he wanted nothing to do with opening. The thought of his behavior with the empress’ sister two years ago was enough to make his face burn in humiliation.
Dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’ve done some phenomenally stupid things in my life. Damn it! At least the Imperial Sister held to her promise to not tell anyone about it.
Diltan couldn’t blame Lindsey for feeling she had to warn her cousins about him. He’d been reprehensible in his dealings with her.
He could even understand Cissy’s sense of betrayal to her sister after sleeping with his clan. Though the rules of the lottery were clear, Diltan had learned that Earther ideas of morality tended to be much different from Kalquorian expectations. Women not repressed by the old specter of their former government still dealt with the memories of its punishments. Had Diltan not been so rattled by the mention of Lindsey McInness, he would have been more accepting of Cissy’s concerns this morning.
Okay, he’d messed up. Surely there was some way he could make it up to Cissy. It pleased him to know that despite her sometimes rough behavior she had that kind of decency.
The very decency I’ve fallen short of. The memory curdled Diltan’s guts. If Cissy learned what he had proposed to Lindsey, her reaction would be withering at best. It shamed him to know he was capable of something so low.
Sometimes my ambition sickens me, he thought miserably. I can only imagine how much it would disgust Cissy.
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