She took a deep breath and strode out into the corridor.
At the end of the hallway, Andev stood like a warrior, fully armored, but without his cysuit. He looked ready to fight, and she couldn’t help the leap of her pulse when he stared at her. He was the predator, and she was the prey. No wonder he’d told her to wear something that wouldn’t get in her way. She felt like running already.
He beckoned her forward, and she recognized an order when she saw one. When she stepped into the living room, she stopped dead. Tylan was on his knees, his hands bound tightly behind his back. A ball gag was jammed into his mouth, and the fury in his gaze made Shasta’s nerves jangle even though he was restrained. Apparently, Andev and Tylan had some kind of…discussion, and this was the result.
And the sight of him like this, his muscles taut and strained, his eyes lit with violence, aroused her like nothing else. She wanted to run her fingers over his skin and lick away the sheen of sweat that covered it.
“The Hadaji is still in effect, Shasta Pasquel. However, due to circumstances, the rules have changed for you.”
Her gaze jerked to Andev’s face. The lowest caste could choose any partner, and she was an alien on Dormrela. Technically, she was supposed to have the choice. What was he doing?
Andev didn’t smile, didn’t move. His whole demeanor had as much suppressed violence as Tylan’s did. She narrowed her eyes and waited for Andev to explain.
“I’m invoking the Aslanimi.” Andev stared at Tylan when he said the words.
Tylan exploded against the restraints, his rage palpable. He growled around the ball gag, and he surged forward. Andev had anticipated his reaction, though, and had Tylan’s restraints chained to a ring in the floor.
Shasta blinked and glared at Andev. “Explain.”
Andev stalked her, drawing close enough for her to feel the heat radiated from his body. “Say please, mate,” he said softly, but the menace in his tone froze her.
“Please.” She licked her lips. What the hell was going on?
He held her gaze for a moment and then glanced at Tylan. “The Aslanimi is a law to encourage a wider genetic variation.” Andev’s voice was smooth and deep as he recited dry facts. “After the Ang were ousted, our people needed freedom, genetic variety. This law ensured it.” When he ran his fingers over Tylan’s skin, the kneeling man shuddered. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck my mate, Tylan?”
Tylan glared at him, the ball gag stopping any words, but the anger and reluctance in his eyes spoke volumes. Tylan, so sure he was in the way, so positive he should step aside and let Andev and Shasta go on without him, would now belong to both of them.
Andev only smiled and then stepped in front of Shasta. “He is my gift. I am allowed to give a past Hadaji lover to my mate.” He glanced over his shoulder at Tylan. “If I can subdue him or her.”
Shasta tipped her chin to stare at Andev. “I’d rather have him willing.”
Lowering his voice, Andev whispered, “He’s being noble. He doesn’t want to interfere in our bond.”
She met his gaze. “And he won’t, will he?”
Andev stroked her cheek. “You both belong to me, bilana.”
She melted beneath his touch and whispered back, “What do I do?”
“Together, we will claim him. He is ours.” The intensity in Andev’s gaze excited Shasta to a fever pitch.
She stepped around Andev and circled Tylan, noting his tension, the waiting that held him suddenly still. She slid one hand through the strands of his hair and jerked his head back. His eyes widened and then narrowed to glare at her. “Andev has given you to me. I’m going to give you a fighting chance, Tylan.”
Efficiently, she unhooked the ball gag and flicked open the restraints. Years on Asberek and in the VFRs had taught her many things that came into play now.
Tylan hadn’t moved, uncertainty clouding his face. She bent down and whispered in his ear. “I’ll give you a three second head start. But know this, Tylan Ryar, Andev and I will catch you, and then, you’ll belong to us.”
Tylan’s gaze focused on her, then he jerked to his feet and sprinted for the door. Slowly, Shasta counted as Andev contemplated her. “You studied.”
“I did. I know this is a regular part of the ritual.” A smile curved her lips. “Besides, it’s going to be fun.”
She ran out after Tylan, Andev a heartbeat behind her. Her blood boiled, and her senses sharpened. Andev bent to the ground and touched a print in the soft dirt. He grinned and pointed down the path into the forest.
Silent, stealthily, Shasta and Andev crept through the trees and tracked their quarry.
“He’s good at this,” she said to Andev through their bonded connection.
“It took me two days to find him last time.”
But this time, Shasta worked with Andev, and they caught him by having Andev drive him in an arc while Shasta got in front of him. Together, they trapped him in a clearing. He paused, poised to run from her, and Andev tackled him.
Tylan broke free, only to be pushed by Shasta and tripped to the ground. Andev pounced, and Shasta helped to restrain him to the forest floor.
“Why are you doing this?” he demanded.
“Because you are mine,” Shasta answered, and in her mind, Andev echoed the sentiment. They flipped Tylan on his back, Andev holding his arms behind his back, and Shasta crawling on top of him.
She straddled him, the silk of her dress sliding along her heated skin. The chase had turned her on, and her panties were soaked. She rubbed the wet fabric over Tylan’s skin. One of his scales caught the soft material and tore it.
Tylan groaned and arched his back, twisting to escape, his muscles bunched. Andev bent down and bit him, sinking his teeth in Tylan’s exposed neck. Shasta caressed Tylan’s cock with her slick pussy, reveling in the way his length jerked toward her hot entrance. She marked him with her damp lips, leaving a sheen on his thighs and gasping when one of his scales caught her clit.
“Take off your dress, Shasta,” Andev ordered, his dark gaze intense and wild.
She obeyed, tossing the dress to the side and revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Tylan groaned and licked his lips.
“Do you want one of my tits, Tylan?” she purred.
He stared at her breasts, and her nipples tightened. “I want it all. Everything,” he said hoarsely.
“First you have to give,” she said in a low voice.
She brought her chest up to his mouth and moaned as his hot breath blasted her sensitive buds. When she lifted one of her tits to his lips, he growled and sucked the nipple into his mouth strongly, pulling, flicking his tongue over the ridges. Her hands clutched his head, and she pressed closer.
Andev leaned over and slid his tongue along her neck, his lips playing havoc with her senses as Tylan drove her closer to the edge.
Tylan thrust his hips up, and Shasta felt his iron hard cock filled with need jammed into her skin. He moaned against her tit and strained in Andev’s hold.
When Andev kissed her lips, Tylan was sandwiched between them, and her breast was forced deeper into his mouth, his body helplessly trapped. Slowly, Andev broke the kiss and nodded for Shasta to pull away from Tylan.
“I want you to suck her pussy, Tylan,” Andev said forcefully. “Make her come.”
When Tylan jumped to his feet, Shasta thought he was going to run again. Desire, fear and despair warred on Tylan’s features, torment evident in his gaze. “She belongs to you.”
“And you belong to us.” Andev contemplated him. “Have you forgotten I claimed you, fucked you when we were so sure we could never be together?” He gripped Tylan’s neck and held his frantic gaze. “Why would you think I’d set you aside now, when all the obstacles have been removed?”
A dark, grim expression tightened Tylan’s features. “Because it’s never been done this way. To share the Anshallah bond. It’s not the Dormrelian way.”
“It’s my way.” Andev yanked Tylan closer and
claimed his lips. When Andev broke away, the two men stared at each other, the moment charged with sex and something much deeper. Without breaking eye contact, Andev released Tylan’s wrist restraints. Then, he reached out and grabbed Shasta’s arm. She didn’t resist when Andev gripped her arm and dragged her to her knees.
Tylan’s cock was right in front of her, and she didn’t let the opportunity pass. He moaned into Andev’s mouth when she licked him from base to tip. Then, she turned her head and did the same for Andev. His free hand slid into her hair and clenched tightly in her hair. She alternated between the two men, reveling in being between them both.
Roughly, Andev jerked her head back and cocked one brow at Tylan.
As if that was a silent order, Tylan fell to his knees and shouldered her, using his immense form to knock her flat on her back. His mouth sought her clit unerringly, roughly driving her toward release. She arched toward him, her hands buried in his hair, jamming him harder against her.
She glanced up and watched Andev bend down to bite Tylan’s ass. She’d thought Asberek had prepared her for this kind of arousal, but these two men created a sensation that skirted the edge of a knife.
Suddenly, she was there, careening into an intense orgasm. Drowning in pleasure, she ground her pussy against Tylan’s mouth, and her head thrashed back and forth. Tylan’s growl vibrated against her clit, and she whimpered.
“More,” he demanded and lashed her sensitive flesh faster, harder, his teeth scraping, his hands digging into her thighs.
The next orgasm stopped her breath, and she thrust against his mouth helplessly, enthralled by his wicked tongue.
Then, they switched places.
Andev gave her a dark smile before he bent down to devour her. The differences were pronounced. Compared to Andev’s attack, Tylan’s tongue had coaxed her response. Andev demanded it. He lifted her legs up and held her pussy open to his assault. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth sending her screaming over the edge of pleasure.
Her whole body shook with tremors of intense need. She licked her lips, needing all of it, wanting to be filled. When Andev moved from her clit to her ass, she cried out, arching her back in aching desire. Stars, she wanted them both to claim her, belong to her.
Andev thrust his tongue deep into her ass, and his fingers drove inside her pussy. She came again, her scream echoing in the trees.
“That’s it, bilana. Scream for me. We’re going to fuck you until you’re hoarse.”
Tylan’s hands stroked her legs and his mouth pressed on the inside her foot, an area she didn’t even know could make her insane. She was a live wire, and electricity spiked along her nerves.
Andev rose and jerked her to her feet. He smiled and kept his gaze on her while he spoke to Tylan. “Look at her, Tylan. Look what we’ve done to her. There’s cum on her thighs, and her pussy is wide open and wet.”
“She’s beautiful,” Tylan said, his voice low and sultry.
“Lie down, Tylan. I want to watch you fuck her.” Andev’s fingers stroked her nipples, keeping her on edge, ready to come again.
Tylan lay down on his back, and Andev pressed her down on top of him. “Slide his cock inside of you, Shasta. But don’t move. Don’t come. I’ll punish you.”
The menace in his tone made fresh fluid gush from her pussy, and she groaned. When she impaled herself on Tylan’s cock, his hands cupped her breasts, and he murmured words she couldn’t hear over the rushing in her ears.
“I can’t…” She choked, her body not in her control and the minute Tylan was seated fully inside her, her orgasm rolled over her, flattening everything in its wake.
Tylan held still and gritted his teeth. “Stars! Shit! Andev, let me come. She’s so wet, squeezing me.”
“Bad girl,” Andev said, his voice growly and intense. He slid in behind her and pushed her down until her head was jammed into Tylan’s shoulder.
Without waiting, he thrust his cock inside her ass. She cried out, the pain sharp and edgy. No lube, no nothing, he claimed her, reminding her of their public consummation where he’d shown an uncanny knowledge of her body. Even now, he recognized the thin line between pleasure and pain for her, using the thrust of his cock to create one and the other. He stretched her, owned her, the sensation almost too much for her overloaded system. But intense pleasure soon followed. How could she stay impervious to Tylan’s dick inside her and his fingers dancing over her tits? Now, both of them filled her, pinned her with their need. She sank her teeth into Tylan’s skin, and he pinched her nipples in response, his hands trapped between their bodies.
Andev began to move inside her tight channel. In time to his thrusts, he whacked her butt with his open hand. Tylan thrust up, filling her as two cocks claimed her. When he dragged his hands out to clasp her face and demand her lips, she opened her mouth.
Pleasure spiraled through her, obliterated everything, burned away the past, and left them with only desire.
A flash of molten heat shattered her, and she screamed into Tylan’s mouth. He tore away from her, his thrusts and Andev’s thrusts alternating, keeping her spinning.
It seemed she didn’t have anything left to give, that she’d been drained beyond her means. She was wrong.
The two men demanded more, and she gave it, her body theirs to own. When she convulsed again, they both exploded inside her, filling her with cum, spilling into her until she couldn’t take any more. Their shouts gave her supreme satisfaction.
“I love them. I love them so much. But they belong to each other.” Tylan’s thoughts were loud inside Shasta’s head.
She raised her head and stared at him. “Yet, I can hear you, just like I can hear him. Like we’re bonded.”
Andev gripped her shoulder. “I can hear you both. How is that possible?”
Shasta knew. They belonged. She didn’t want Andev without Tylan, and she couldn’t imagine being with Tylan without Andev.
Tylan’s hand stroked her hair, and Andev’s arms were wrapped around her. It was perfect. Just as it should be.
“Do you think Tylan can dream with us?” she asked Andev and then brushed Tylan’s lips with hers.
“We’ll find out,” Andev answered, and bent down to add his lips to Tylan’s neck. “If I command it, he will.”
Shasta grinned. Well, it had worked for her.
The End
About the Author:
I never considered myself a writer…
I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to sneak them from my mother’s bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. I loved to write but never thought about becoming an author.
In 2003, a profound experience changed that. My mother showed me a manuscript written by my father. No one had ever seen it. No agent. No editor. No one. He died in 2002 never realizing his dream to be a published author. Would that be my fate? Would I always keep my writing hidden, unseen, unread? I vowed that I would at least try.
It has been a fabulous journey. I have a special relationship with my characters, who both annoy me and inspire me. And yes, they talk to me. In the shower. In the car. When I’m trying to sleep. Many have asked me why I write erotic romance. Believe me, it would probably be easier to write something my mom could tell her friends about. But I love the emotion, the conflict, the possibilities contained in erotic romance. When I read, I want to indulge in fantasies. I hope I can do the same for others.
I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on occasion, and my two dirt-faced Okie kids in the Northern California Boonies. I’ve published with Cobblestone Press, Liquid Silver Books, Loose-Id LLC, Samhain Publishing, and Whiskey Creek Press. I’m a moderator for the award winning writer’s forum Romance Divas where I’ve been a member since 2006.
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