That night, he came to her for the first time.
Rhynn
Even as he commanded her to strip naked, he knew he was treading on dangerous ground. He should have told the android to punish her.
He and Rhom hadn’t spoken of the effect she had on them. Not since the day they found her in the swamp. Half-naked, nipples puckered into dark red peaks. His eyes were drawn to that nest of silky curls between her legs and his cock took on a life of its own. Sprang to attention.
Guilt and shame overwhelmed him. How could his manhood respond to a female when his beloved Mate wasn’t even cold in the ground?
He told himself it meant nothing. An involuntary response. A biological process over which he had no control. Said the words over and over in his head as he carried her back through the swamp. Cock thick and hard, balls swollen. Handing her over to his brother barely made a difference, because he felt Rhom’s arousal as powerfully as his own.
It happened again when they tried to interrogate her. As soon as he got near her, the gyron surged through him. That potent mix of hormones and chemicals inside every Tharan male. When he was young, just being near a female made his cock stiffen and his balls fill with seed. As he reached mating age, the gyron flowed strongest when he came upon one whose own mix awakened his. He could still fuck any female in the galaxy, but only one whose essence called to his could be his Mate. Could Bond with him.
Zara had awakened the gyron in him and his twin. Captivated their minds while heating their blood as no other had before.
And now, this alien female. He couldn’t get her out of his thoughts. The feel of her skin, smooth and warm against his. The smell of her pussy, damp with arousal, enveloping him when he punished her earlier. He hadn’t been able to resist sampling her heat and now the scent lingered on his fingers, keeping him in a state of painful arousal.
He stared up at the ceiling, praying for sleep to overtake him. Beside him, Rhom breathed in and out, but he wasn’t fooled. His brother was awake as well, with a wall around his mind. They’d slept together since they were in the womb, inseparable. Shared a bed with Zara between them. Their connection so powerful they even dreamed the same dream at times. But tonight, Rhom didn’t want to share his thoughts, his feelings with his twin.
That suited Rhynn. He wanted no witness for what he was about to do.
He opened the door silently. The android had brought her evening meal and the tray lay on the floor near the door, untouched.
Like every part of the ship, zymex crystals imbedded in the walls and ceiling illuminated the room. Here they’d been used sparingly. She was curled up on the cot, with her back to him. Sleeping naked, a thin blanket drawn to her waist. In the dim glow, her pale skin had the pink hue of dawn breaking over the Restrian plains.
He took two steps toward her. She woke and turned to face him. Her eyes went to his face, then down his naked body to his cock, already semi-hard. She drew in her breath and he saw the tip of her tongue touch her lips.
He wanted to race across the room, drag her up and into his arms. Back her against the wall and run his hands up and down her body, feeling it tremble. Lower his head to suck her nipples into his mouth. First one, then the other, until they puckered and grew stiff, deep red tips crowning the firm mounds of her breasts. Cup his hands around the cheeks of her ass and lift her until the head of his cock slipped between her thighs. Hear her breathless cries as they Bonded and became one.
No. She’s one of them.
His warrior mind protested. But now that he was near her again, his body demanded release. So instead he crossed the room slowly. Deliberately. Until he stood before her. He never spoke. Simply circled her wrist with his hand and pulled her up onto her knees on the bed, facing him.
When she came to the bridge, her hair was twisted into a knot at the base of her neck. Now it flowed around her shoulders in soft golden waves. He reached out a hand to touch it and she flinched, as though fearing he’d strike her. No wonder. All she’d experienced to this point was punishment and harsh treatment.
He moved slower. Ran the fingers of one hand through her hair, marveling at the silky soft texture. She stared up at him, mouth slightly open, her face on a level with his crotch. He could feel her warm breath on his cock. Fully erect now, jutting out, demanding to be satisfied.
His hand tightened in her hair, drawing her head closer until her lips grazed the swollen head. She closed her eyes and her tongue came out. Licked a drop of pre-cum welling up from the slit. She shuddered and tried to jerk away.
He gripped the back of her head with one hand, holding it in place, and reached down to cup her breast with the other. Rolling her nipple between two fingers, kneading it until she let out a little cry. He rocked his hips forward and this time she took him in.
He increased the pressure, pinching and twisting. She made a low moan deep in her throat and started sucking on the head.
Rhynn was lost. He fisted both hands in her hair, and started pumping. Sacred Ones! Her mouth was so hot. He’d been driven wild by her scent since the day they found her. Denied his desperate need for so long. He couldn’t stop now.
She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, flicked it across the head. Her passionate response fed his hunger. His body began quivering and he fucked her mouth faster. Deeper and faster, till his cum shot down her throat.
A wave of guilt and shame poured over him when he felt her body trembling. He couldn’t bear to face her. Using a female selfishly, then leaving her unsatisfied after he’d aroused her went against every fiber of his being.
Rhynn strode out of the room and slammed the door. Cursing the human for not fighting him. Cursing the gods who brought her here. But most of all, cursing himself for his weakness. Though he hated to admit it, he was afraid. He’d already gotten too close, seduced by a taste of her passionate nature. He couldn’t let it happen again. Next time he might be swept away, lured into building her desire higher and higher. Craving her release as much as his own until her pleasure became his pleasure.
He feared next time he might feel the Bond.
Cass
The next day she was ordered back to the bridge with the excuse of having her reexamine some of the data. Rhynn never alluded to what he’d done, never apologized, but she suspected giving her another day of freedom from her cell was his way of making up.
The android spoke to her this time. “I brought garments for you to wear. They are the standard crew attire, which I was instructed to alter to conform to your diminutive stature.”
He held out a neatly folded stack of garments. She unfolded them one at a time and held them up. Two charcoal gray shirts and two pairs of pants. It was clear the android had no eye for tailoring clothing to fit human females. She could have gotten one of her crew members into the black pants along with her and though the shirt sleeves had been cut down, the shoulder seams hung to her elbows.
The twins wore the same uniforms as the androids and the rest of the crew. As far as she could tell, the only sign of their position as co-captains of the vessel was the color of the shirts they wore. Instead of charcoal gray, theirs were a rich, deep hue, the color of the ocean where it meets the reef. It set off their startling blue eyes and the hint of purple in their skin tone.
Cass hadn’t troubled herself about her wardrobe choices in the past. Now, slipping into the baggy, drab clothes, she missed her tailored white flight suits. All her life she’d worn one uniform or another. She never had a choice about her attire, or her career for that matter. As an only child with a self-absorbed mother and a father who cared more about rising in government circles than parenting, she’d been enrolled in boarding schools all during her childhood. When she got older, her father pulled strings to get her admitted to the Academy. He made it clear her duty was to serve the Federation in the military. She’d never shopped for the latest fashions with girlfriends or experimented with trends in makeup. But at least in the past, she hadn’t had to worry about tripping
over the hem of her trousers with every step she took.
She glanced down at the android’s feet and sighed. Clearly, she wouldn’t be getting any hand-me-down shoes from him or the Tharan crew members. His feet, twice the size of hers, were encased in black boots molded from some synthetic substance. Unless the ship was equipped to create custom footwear, she’d be going barefoot for the foreseeable future. Luckily thick padding covered the floors, instead of the cold metal surface of the Luna.
Though she was nervous about seeing Rhynn, Cass was eager to be back on the bridge with the twins. She wanted them both to know she hadn’t been trying to deceive them yesterday. For some reason, the longer she was around them, the more important it was to her that they begin to trust her. Believe her.
She’d studied the psychological effects of being taken prisoner at the Academy, but she assured herself this wasn’t a classic case of bonding with her captors. And she refused to attribute it to the intense sexual attraction she felt for the brothers. Getting them to treat her as someone who’d also suffered harm at the hands of the pirates would simply make it easier for her to convince them to let her go eventually – if she couldn’t find a way to escape.
Rhynn kept his distance, never even acknowledging her presence but she saw her chance when Rhom came up behind her. He stood slightly to one side, watching her every move suspiciously.
She handed him her headset. “Here. This is what I was listening to yesterday when your brother dragged me back to my cell. Check the time on my log and have the computer play back the audio.”
He took it, careful not to make physical contact with her. She clasped her hands in her lap to hide how much they were shaking. The aura he gave off was more powerful than Rhynn’s, sending her right back to the state of arousal she’d been in last night. She was afraid he’d notice how hard her nipples were, despite the baggy shirt she wore.
Rhom listened intently. Played it back a second time, then shrugged. “Probably random space noise. Auditory trash.” He put the headset down and stared out the huge window at the vast expanse of space, unseeing. His expression softened. “Zara used to say it was the song of the universe. She heard music everywhere. The shifting desert sands humming in the wind. The soft tinkle of water dripping from an underground spring inside a cave. It was her gift. She could find beauty in the simplest of things.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Cass said softly.
His expression darkened. “Then find me your accomplices.” He strode off without another word, but later she saw him speaking quietly with Rhynn. Saw them both don headsets.
Rhom
Though it pained him to admit it, she was right. He’d heard faint traces of something. Something more regular than unexplainable bits of sound wafting through the endless void between worlds. Maybe if they’d let her go on yesterday…
They began bringing her to the bridge every day, keeping her with them for only short periods at first. Just long enough to listen to a faint transmission or pronounce judgment on a distant vessel. It was one of those wordless decisions he and his twin made.
Her presence was necessary, yet being near her was sweet torture. Though he was careful never to touch her, his cock stirred every time he caught a whiff of her scent. The shirts she wore hid the curves of her body, but they couldn’t hide the tight peaks of her nipples standing out. Nipples he saw clearly when he closed his eyes at night.
For the first time in their lives, Rhom locked his mind from his brother. He had to mask his thoughts and feelings about the female and he didn’t want to know Rhynn’s. Bad enough that his twin disappeared some nights. He came back with an invisible wall around him and never spoke of where he went. But Rhom knew. It was another reason to hold on to his anger. She’d driven a wedge between them.
As time went on, he began coming up with reasons to punish her. He blocked the thought that what he really sought was an excuse to be alone with her again, running his hands all over her body. Minor transgressions grew to serious offenses in his head. He’d go over and over them at night, trying to rid his mind of the heat of her naked skin against his the day he carried her home. The way her pussy smelled, so close to his face he could have shifted her body and licked her slit.
The day she went back to her cell without logging out properly was the last straw. He’d been coming up with tasks every evening to keep from going back to their room and facing the uncomfortable silence between him and his brother. It was late at night and she’d already been gone for hours when he discovered the error.
Rhom stormed down the corridor past their quarters and barged into her cell without warning. She was on the floor, doing push-ups, wearing only the shirt. She’d been driving herself hard. Drenched with perspiration, the fabric clung to her body. Gods be damned, even the smell of her sweat aroused him.
She scrambled to her feet and as she did he caught a glimpse of the curve of her bare ass. For some reason, that made him even angrier.
“You’ve been careless,” he growled. “Careless and lazy. Not entering data in the proper categories. Making mistakes. Today you failed to log out completely. I won’t put up with sloppiness. You claim to be a Commander. I expected higher standards from you.”
Her military training kicked in. She stood at attention and Rhynn stifled a groan. Now the damp shirt outlined the curves of her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Sir. When I began, I was unaccustomed to your procedures but Dagon and Jax have been helping me. As for not logging out today…” She looked truly upset. “I don’t know how I could have forgotten to do that.”
“Maybe a discipline session will restore your faulty memory.” He grabbed her arm and headed for the bed. Perching on the edge, he pulled her face-down over his knees.
The moment he did it, he knew he’d made a terrible mistake. He should have ordered her to bend over the bed so he could stand behind her. Being this close, having the damp curls of her mound rubbing against his thigh, made his cock spring to attention. He smacked her over the shirt. Hard. She squirmed, then froze when she realized she was rubbing up against the bulge in his groin.
It was the last straw. He shoved the hem of the shirt up to her waist, bared her ass, and started whacking. Every stroke drove her against his stiff manhood. At first, she bore it silently, her body rigid. As he went on, her bottom took on a rosy hue and she started to squirm again. Tiny movements at first. But when he spanked faster, she whimpered and started grinding herself against him deliberately, spreading the slick juices of her arousal over his thigh.
The scent of her pussy, the sight of her bright red ass cheeks quivering under his palm, the rhythmic thrust of her mound against his aching cock – all of it had the gyron surging through his veins. Rhom stopped spanking and shoved his hand between her legs.
Hot. So hot and so wet. She bucked against his fingers, shuddering wildly. His mind shut off and his cock took over. He spread his legs apart and slid her to her knees between them. Freed his swollen manhood.
It jutted out in front of her. Her eyes glazed over and she opened her mouth. Brought her head in willingly to graze the head with her lips. With a roar, he surged to his feet. Grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand, shoved his cock into her mouth and started pumping.
Cass
Lost. She was lost.
Rhom had never come to her before. One taste of his pheromones and she was his slut. She took his cock in, opening wider as he pistoned in and out. He let out a low groan and his fingers clenched, holding her head in place. Hearing the sound torn from deep in his chest sent a jolt of raw lust through her. For the first time, she felt her own power. Knowing he’d been swept away, unable to resist his hunger for her, spurred her on.
She swirled her tongue around the head, reveling in the noises he made. Took him in as he thrust deeper. Sucked his cock until his body tensed. Until she heard his hoarse cry and felt his cock pulsing as his cum shot out. Then she welcomed the wild rush that poured over her when she swallowed. The or
gasm it triggered tore through her body and left her gasping for breath.
Cass closed her eyes and sagged back on her haunches. She felt a soft touch, the whisper of a caress on her cheek. Her eyes flew open in time to see the door close behind him.
His gesture was so shocking, so completely out of character, that afterwards she almost convinced herself she imagined it. In public, nothing in his behavior changed. But from then on, when he came to her with the excuse that she needed to be punished for some minor mistake, he was careful not to get too close. He made her bend over the bed or kneel on it with her back to him. He’d spank her ass until she began craving the next lash of his palm against her fevered skin, thrusting her bottom up for it before each stroke. Spank her until the pheromones he gave off were so dense she could almost see them. Then he’d stop abruptly and storm out of the room, leaving her huddled on the bed, desperate with need.
Some nights she wouldn’t see him again. She’d toss and turn, and finally fall asleep, angry and horny and confused.
Other times he’d come back hours later. Barge in, stark naked with his cock already swollen and hard, and force her to her knees without saying a word. Sometimes she fought him. Other times her own hunger had grown so frantic she welcomed the chance to touch him and taste him, to feed on his raw lust. Those were the nights she climaxed hardest, clit throbbing and pussy spasming as he fucked her mouth.
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