by Kora Knight
Beside him, Zaden groaned, then flopped to the ground. Chet was quick to follow. Heart fumbling in panic, Alec looked back to Gesh where the huge Kríe sat grinning bigger than shit.
Oh, God. Oh, no. They were so fucking screwed.
Then everything went black.
CHAPTER THREE
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Alec roused to the crackle and popping of a fire… and the sound of more than one Gesh-like voice. Eyelids not quite ready to open, he shifted with a groan. Then froze. Somehow he was sitting upright but couldn’t move. Not much at least, thanks to something holding him secure by his throat and chest. Heart instantly back to hammering, he forced his eyes to open so he could get busy assessing what the fuck. Slowly, his blurry vision started to clear. It was nighttime and, oh God, he was tied to a tree.
Trying not to freak, he looked down at his body. Well, attempted to at least, which wasn’t easy with rope holding his neck against a trunk. Meaning, he couldn’t see the other rope, either. The one wound tightly across his chest, and underneath both of his armpits. Normally, a wrap like that would allow arm movement, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Because with knees bent and open, Alec’s wrists and ankles were tied and bound together with only a scant bit of rope between them. Which allowed Alec to lift his hands a little, but not straighten out his legs.
Fucking great.
That’d definitely make escaping a challenge.
Instinctively, he tugged at his snugly tied hands. But when his wrists and forearms grazed his crotch, he made another startling discovery. His dick was literally hard as rock, and his nut sac felt kind of swollen, too. What the fuck? Had he been having a wet dream while knocked out cold? Talk about messed up timing.
Warily, he lifted his eyes to his surroundings. A half-dozen yards away, poking at a campfire, Gesh sat talking to… another Kríe. Alec sucked in a breath as his eyes focused more. Oh, hell. Make that three other Kríe. And all of them were ransacking the team’s rucksacks! Alec glowered.
Then five more Kríe strode into view.
Aw, fuck. Tied up and totally outnumbered.
Heart pounding faster, Alec looked for his men. Didn’t take him long to find them bound to trees, too. The science trio was still completely out. Most likely because their slightly smaller builds had yet to work off the sedatives. But Zaden and Chet were wide fucking awake, glaring poison daggers at their captors.
Zaden glanced his way and met Alec’s gaze, his dark eyes all kinds of stressed. As they should be. Their team was in big fucking trouble. And Alec had no clue what to do. Gesh and his buddies had stripped them of their possessions, so there was no chance a pocket knife would still be in his shorts. Not that he could reach it if it was. Truth be told, he didn’t really want to move his hands anyway. His cock was too sensitive to handle more contact; needed some alone time to chill.
Zaden gestured to his own bound wrists and wiggled his index finger. Alec blinked at the thing, confused at first, until Z started to tap it in a pattern. Ah. Of course. Morse Code. Alec should’ve thought of that himself. In his defense, though, he was still kind of groggy around the edges. Intently, he tried to focus on that finger, frowning when Zaden stopped and made a strange face. But when Z shifted his hips awkwardly, Alec instantly understood. He looked back at Zaden’s hands, or more specifically, the straining fly he was trying so hard not to touch.
What the hell?
Alec glanced at the others, discovering they, too, were sporting huge frickin’ bulges. Even the threesome still snoozing away. Zaden cleared his throat, ready to resume, but Alec was still wrapping his brain around what was going on. Forcing his focus back on Z, Alec studied his friend’s tapping finger. But before he could make out a single sentiment, none other than Gesh sauntered over.
Grinning, the big fucker squatted down in front of him, his skin looking black in the firelight. “Alec,” he greeted, his rich timbre smug.
“Asshole,” Alec irritably returned.
Gesh canted his head, his expression amused, then reached out and ran a claw down Alec’s forearm. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to warrant Alec’s attention. Because that black little fucker was sharp. Alec watched it warily until Gesh used it to lift Alec’s chin, forcing Alec’s gaze back to his. Alec studied his face, his features inexplicably attractive, that tiny hoop through his nasal septum only adding to his exotic appeal. And God, up close, his golden eyes were amazing—even if Alec was pissed at the guy. Stunning. Damn near hypnotizing. Especially with his black pupils all dilated like that.
Again, Gesh’s lips curved into a grin. “I was impatient for you to wake, Alec. Was impatient for us to talk.”
Alec blinked, then froze. Holy shit. Gesh spoke English. But wait. No way that was possible.
Gesh chuffed out a laugh, his grin expanding until thick fangs dropped into view. Wow, for such a bastard, the Kríe had a great smile. The way those full, dark lips made the white of his teeth pop…
Alec squeezed his eyes shut and tried to clear his head. God, not only was he hearing things, but wearing rose-colored glasses, too. Gesh did not have a great smile. Gesh was a backstabbing dick.
Gesh’s next laugh came out noticeably deeper. “I never stabbed your back. And while my “dick” is substantial, I do not believe that makes me one as a whole.”
Alec’s mouth dropped open, the last of his haze evaporating. “Oh, my God. You’re translating telepathically.” He searched the Kríe’s face, unable to believe it. “But how are you cracking our language barrier?”
Gesh shrugged a beefy shoulder. “It is something we all do.”
Alec eyed him incredulously.
Gesh tilted his head. “For a species with such advanced technology, your brains are not very developed.”
Alec narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh. Nice dodge. Do you even know how you do it?”
Gesh relented with a chuckle. “Yes. Of course. Our minds break down discourse, process words into basic sentiments. In turn, we project our own thoughts back on a brain wave that is compatible to all species.”
Alec frowned. “So how come we couldn’t understand you before?”
“I suspect because you had not yet eaten Niran food.”
Alec stared at him blankly, not quite following.
Gesh grinned and shook his head. “When it entered your bloodstream, it woke a part of your brain that your kind has not yet started using. The part that enables higher communication.”
Whoa. The trio was going to have a field day with that. But unfortunately, Alec couldn’t. Not while they were in such dire straits.
He glanced at Zaden, who was watching them intently, then turned his attention back to Gesh. “Fine. Whatever. Nice fucking trick. Why were you waiting on me?”
“You are leader of your unit, are you not?”
Alec pursed his lips. “Why are you doing this? Why trick us and hold us captive?”
Another idle shrug. “Because I can.”
Gesh looked down to watch his claw resume its roaming. Along Alec’s inner elbow, back down his forearm, then across the meaty base of his thumb. But it wasn’t until that claw grazed Alec’s straining bulge that his body gave a head-to-toe shiver.
Gesh looked up and smiled. “You are sensitive here.” Slowly, he ran his finger up Alec’s fly.
Alec moaned. Then glared. “Yeah. I am. So stop touching and give me a better answer.”
Gesh smirked and inched closer. “I tricked you because I want your team. But you were skittish. And had many weapons.”
Had being the operative word. They didn’t have shit now but the clothes on their backs.
Alec scowled. “But why do you want us? Maybe we can make a deal.”
Again, Gesh chuffed. “Moyo ochay.” Funny creature. An utterance Alec remembered from earlier. Gesh lifted his paw and ran a knuckle along Alec’s jaw, then slid his fingers into Alec’s hair. “I want your team because I find you delicious. Your species is very alluring.”
Idly, he g
razed his claws along Alec’s scalp. Goosebumps instantly flared to life. Alec shivered again. Damn. He was super-sensitized everywhere. He tried to dislodge Gesh’s fingers from his hair but couldn’t move his head enough to do so.
Frustrated and restless, he glowered at his captor. “So what does that mean? You want us as some kind of yummy little prey to play cat and mouse with in your jungle?”
Gesh lifted a dark brow. “Intriguing, but no. That is not what I have in mind.”
“Then what,” Alec grated. “Gonna kill us and stuff us? So you can stick us up all pretty on your mantle?”
Gesh’s fangs flashed in the firelight as he leaned in closer, his woodsy scent enveloping Alec’s senses. “What I want is much more indulgent than that.” He dragged his hot tongue up Alec’s cheek.
Alec froze. “Oh, God. You’re gonna eat us.”
Gesh stilled, then leaned back and let loose a laugh. A big, deep, jaunty one, and genuine as hell. “You are comical, human. But not very bright.”
Alec bristled. “I don’t know your fucking culture. You could all be a bunch of cannibals.” He paused and eyed Gesh warily. “You’re not a bunch of cannibals, right?”
“No.” Gesh resumed his lazy lapping, this time up Alec’s jaw to his ear.
“Ah!” Alec grimaced. “Stop fucking licking me. Goddamn. And just tell me what you want.”
Gesh growled against his skin. “As if I owe you an explanation. You are nothing more than playthings, Alec. Playthings to delight in as we wish.” He cupped Alec’s crotch and bit down on his lobe.
Alec gasped, his junk going bat-shit crazy as every drop of blood drained from his face. “Holy shit,” he rasped. “You… Your team… You’re going to force yourselves on us sexually.”
Gesh jerked back as if offended, then slowly grinned. “Oh, no, delicious creature. You will gladly consent. In fact, you will beg us for our cocks.”
Alec grit his teeth. “Never gonna happen.”
Gesh lifted a brow, canted his head, and eyed Alec’s obvious bulge. “You do not think?”
“No,” Alec snapped. “I do not fucking think.”
Gesh’s lips twitched. “We shall see.” His thumb brushed Alec’s crotch—right atop his sensitive glans.
Alec inhaled sharply, then paused in realization, nailing Gesh with another irate glare. “You did this to us, you twisted fuck.”
Gesh’s big eyes gleamed.
Alec seethed harder. “How.”
“Senna`sohnsay,” Gesh purred. Fruit of unrelenting fire.
Alec blinked. “You mean, that fruit you fed us? But… I watched you eat it, too.”
Again, Gesh shrugged. “It is not poison.”
“Yeah, but you’re obviously immune.”
“Am I?”
Gesh curled his big paw around Alec’s bound hands and pressed them against his own crotch. Then, as if to hammer things home, he slowly moved them up his length. Alec gaped. He couldn’t help it. Was too fucking floored. Because not only did Gesh’s cock feel harder than steel, but longer than a fucking pole. The distance from its base to its bulging crown seemed to go on forever. Easily twelve inches, probably more, with the girth of a baseball bat on steroids.
Alec shook his head as much as he could move it. “I don’t understand. Why would you subject yourself, too?”
“Because it was the only way to convince your team to eat. And besides, I like the feeling.”
Wholly disturbed, Alec shifted his hips, his own cock growing more sensitive. “Great. And how long does “the feeling” last?”
“It will not relent until seed has spilled.”
Alec exhaled in relief. Oh, thank fuck. He could easily rub one off. As could his team.
Gesh’s eyes bore into his. “So you see, you are not alone. I too ache for release.” He dragged his tongue slowly down his fang. “Would you like to help me with this?”
Alec stilled, then grimaced. “Ah, God, dude. No. Go jerk off behind a damn tree.”
Gesh canted his head, brows furrowing at Alec’s words, a hint of confusion flickering in his gaze. “But that will not do any good.”
Alec chuckled darkly. “Hey, not my problem. You got yourself into this mess. Untie me and maybe I’ll help you find a woman.”
“A woman?” Gesh repeated, eyeing Alec oddly. Standing up, he squeezed his junk. “You speak no sense, but I do not care. It is too soon for you to truly understand. Tonight I will sate my body’s needs elsewhere.” Pivoting on his heel, he called to one of his pack. “Roni. Reckay óondah. Nenya rhya may tai.” Roni. I need release. Come fuck me now.
Gee, how nice of him to translate that, too. But wait a minute. Gesh wanted Roni to fuck him? He wasn’t going to find a female? Alec supposed he shouldn’t be surprised with the way Gesh had acted. The massive Kríe must swing both ways. Which made sense in a way, since he only traveled with males. But hold up. Shouldn’t Gesh be fucking Roni, and not the other way around? Gesh was the one who needed to come.
Confused, Alec watched a male pause from ransacking Chet’s pack to follow Gesh into the woods. Not far, however, just barely out of sight. Not out of Alec’s sight, though. Guess Gesh wanted to give him a good show.
Alec wanted to turn away but was too morbidly curious. The fact that he was horny as hell probably didn’t help. Swallowing, he watched the two Kríe get busy. Roni shoved Gesh face-first against a tree, then grabbed Gesh’s kilt and yanked it off. He wasn’t exactly gentle, either. Seemed to enjoy getting nice and rough. Gesh seemed to enjoy that shit a lot too, going by the grin on his face. Alec could literally see his thick fangs flashing a dozen yards away. But those teeth only distracted Alec for a second. All too soon, he was completely enraptured by the sight of Gesh’s incredible physique. Man, he was ripped—in all the right places. Even his ass was friggin’ perfect.
Roni palmed said cheeks, then smacked one wicked hard, sending a crack! through the darkness. Team members and Kríe paused to turn toward the sound. But only Alec was in a position to see.
Roni tore off his own little black kilt next and grabbed his massive cock. It too was rock hard, jutting up like a cannon. Fisting its base, he squeezed and pulled up, precum emerging instantly from its head. Glistening and thick, so much welled free, Alec could see the stuff no problem from where he sat. And, holy fuck, was there a lot. Guess dicks that big needed lots of extra lube.
Roni tugged Gesh’s lower body away from the trunk and slid his cockhead up and down Gesh’s crack. Which evidently was sufficient enough to slick things up, because two seconds later, Gesh howled through the forest as Roni rammed his dick nice and deep. But even nice and deep, the male still had a ways to go, considering the length of his shaft. Further, further, he shoved into Gesh’s depths, until all twelve plus inches of him were gone.
And then his glutes got busy, flexing as he thrust in and out. Gesh clawed at the tree bark, even tried to fang it, as he took Roni’s sensual beating.
Alec shuddered, the visual intense. Insane. Utterly fucking erotic. Pressure rose steadily up his cock—till Alec froze in realization of what he was doing. Rubbing one off while he watched two dudes fuck? What the fuck was wrong with him? A new low, even for him. But in his defense, that fruit Gesh fed them was seriously kicking his ass. Alec glanced back over at the two Kríe banging. Ah hell, Gesh’s swaying cock was oozing precum, too. He also had a pained expression on his face, but not the bad kind of pain. The kind one got when he needed to come.
Alec shifted his hips and grit out a curse. God, he needed to come, too.
Abruptly, Roni pulled free and spun Gesh around, only to shove him right back against the tree. Then he bent down and hooked his forearms behind Gesh’s knees and hefted Gesh’s feet off the ground. Legs secured in the crooks of his elbows, Roni shoved back inside Gesh and resumed pounding. Gesh grasped the tree behind his head, as if needing something sturdy to hold on to. Which he probably did, with the way Roni was slamming him.
Alec groaned, imagining how good Roni
’s dick must feel. But then the Kríe flat-out shocked him sideways. With his arms bearing all of Gesh’s weight, Roni grasped his partner’s cock with both hands and brought the thing to his mouth. He tongued it, teethed it, sucked it as he thrust. Gesh craned his head to the side, the campfire’s light illuminating his raw, blissed-out features.
Holy fuck, this was way too intense. Alec’s hips jerked as his bound hands once again squeezed his cock. Shit, his nuts ached so damn bad. Closing his knees, he restlessly glanced around. No one was looking his way. His heart raced haphazardly as he warred with himself. Because a very big part of his brain right now was telling him to screw it and juice his monkey. Who cared if it was to the tune of two Kríe males rutting. It was either that or lose his ever-loving mind. Desperate times, desperate measures, and all that jazz. Besides, with the way his cock was reeling, he could probably get the job done in seconds.
Eyes back on the fuck fest, Alec palmed his crotch and discreetly got busy rubbing.
Oh, yeah. Ah, shit. That felt incredible. His eyes rolled back on a deep-throated moan, but snapped right back open when Roni snarled. Damn, he had Gesh’s back arching hard, with his dick still lodged in Roni’s mouth. The male pounded faster, then faster still. So, fuck yeah, Alec matched his pace. Up and down, up and down, he furiously rubbed, the heel of his palm getting hot.
So close, oh God, he was so fucking close.
His body started shaking, little jerks and bucks, but still he stayed teetering on the edge. Shit, maybe he did need to pull the thing out. Again, he glanced around, and again no one was looking. The trio, still out cold. Z and Chet, beyond busy glaring venom at the males going through their stuff. Alec yanked down his fly with trembling hands and pulled out his throbbing cock. Gripping it tight, he got back to stroking, working it between twitching thighs.
Another restless groan rolled up his throat as his lungs began to pant. Oh yeah, this was better. Fuck, so fucking good… His eyes locked back onto Gesh and Roni. For some reason he wanted to blow his load right when Gesh finally did. Which, by the look of things, was going to happen soon. Gesh was flat-out shuddering in Roni’s hold. His hands left the shredded bark and sank into Roni’s dreads. Roni snarled around his dick, probably because Gesh was clawing his scalp. Alec watched them raptly, pumping faster, no longer able to look away.