Taro got his own glass of water and sat across from her. "Feel better?"
"Yes. Thank you again." She swallowed the water as if it would cool her down.
Silence fell between them. The men were looking at her with hunger in their eyes and all she could do in response was to flick her gaze toward her lap and she saw the gauzy and almost-opaque wrap. Her water guzzling had dampened the front and her right breast, complete with taut nipple was completely visible.
She quickly wrapped her arms across her breasts. "So, how long have you been on Kenvin?"
Smirking, Dorn leaned back, "Two years. We keep the population from killing each other and get this house and several hundred acres of land in return. It is enough to hunt on and that is what we need."
She cleared her throat. "Do you hunt often?" Her dreams were filled with running, chasing and bringing down her prey. It was never her body that she was in when she took down the animals, but something quadruped and fluffy. The prey was terrifying, other predators with gnashing teeth and obscene snarls.
Dorn shrugged. "As often as we need to."
Taro ran his hand over his blonde hair. "Which is pretty frequent of late."
Renner chuckled. "It is a bit of frustration. The women here are off limits. Each of them belongs to one or more men on this world. So, it is the right hand or nothing."
Taro smirked. "Unless you switch it up to the left hand. That works, too."
Raeda felt a blush under her skin. "Oh, that kind of frustration." She had had her share of that, too. It was one of the reasons she travelled. When you were staring into the blackness of space, the demands of your body took a back seat.
"But, now you are here, on our world and I can't help but think that this could be the answer to our wishes." Taro lifted his glass to her.
She broke out her voice. "Why would you want a stranger?" She couldn't squelch a plaintive tone.
Renner leaned forward and took her hand. "You are not a stranger. You are ours, designed for us, to match us."
He turned her hand over and ran his thumb over her palm in slow circles.
She tugged, but he didn't release her. He kept the slow caress going and as she watched his eyes, they flashed with gold.
"I don't belong to anyone. I belong to myself." Her words were a whisper.
"You don't belong to us, you belong with us. It is a very different thing."
Dorn got to his feet and lifted her to hers. "With us." His kiss was gentle, coaxing and he tasted oh-so good. When he threaded his hand through her hair, she sighed softly into his mouth and the answering growl made her smile.
She leaned up to increase the pressure of his lips on hers, but she was spun away as Taro leaned her over his arm and ravaged her mouth with an intensity that both frightened and thrilled her.
He held her tightly, his hands stroking up and down her spine as his tongue fenced with hers, drawing her into a careful examination of his teeth with her lips and tongue. It never occurred to her that her males would have the same fangs she did, but here Taro was tugging at her lower lip carefully and the stinging prick made her moan.
"Taro! Enough." Renner's voice was strangled.
With a sigh of regret, Taro kissed her upper lip gently and set her back on her feet. "You smell like peaches, Raeda."
She blushed. It was not the first time that she had heard that, but usually it was from the close quarters with other women. Public baths in most colonies had male and female segregation, so her peculiar scent drew comments before and after she bathed from the women nearby.
She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. "I am a little chilled. Is there something else that I can wear?"
Dorn nodded. "Of course. Would you care for a shower?"
With relief, she smiled. "Please."
He held out his hand and she slid her fingers against his. Relief rippled through her when she realized that they were not going to insist that she take them on immediately. A bit of privacy in the shower was going to be enough for her to recoup her self-control.
Raeda looked at the tempting bit of male in front of her and thought about the two behind her. Self-control was going to be in very short supply.
Chapter Three
The water rinsed the last of the traces of the cage from her. Her hair was tangled from the skimmer ride, but her skin heated quickly under the spray.
When she was younger, with her adoptive parents Sirn and Masha Deiner, she had been told what she was and how having a family would happen. No normal male could help her start a family. She needed her set for her life to even resemble normal.
A blushing Masha had laid out the basics to her. Raeda would find her set one day and in that set would be a male designated as first, another as second and the last as third. The first would enable her body to be receptive, the second would be able to get her pregnant and the third had been equipped to take the position of either of the other two if one should die or be incapacitated. The images in Raeda's mind had been confusing and it wasn't until years later that she understood the nuances of the situation.
Now that those nuances were in the other room, she suddenly lacked the nerve to live out the fantasies that had romped through her mind for over a year.
* * * *
Dorn poured a glass of water and glanced down the hall. "What do you think she is doing in there?"
"Something female, no doubt. So, which bed shall we use?" Taro rubbed his hands together, his pale eyes lighting with anticipation.
Renner shook his head. "None of them. She will sleep here tonight unmolested. We will have plenty of time to pounce on her tomorrow. She needs rest."
Dorn leaned back in his chair. "I believe we should let her decide."
They looked at each other and nodded, an agreement born of years in service together. She would decide their fate, tonight was in her hands.
* * * *
The clothing that she had been given to wear consisted of a man's dark blue shirt that hung down to her knees. The traces of scent on it said it belonged to Dorn. The cuffs draped well over her fingertips, so she rolled them up before digging for a hairbrush.
Her hair was untangled and flat to her skull before she got the nerve to start looking at the door and considering going out to face her wolves.
Funny, why did she think of them as wolves? The marks were only a notation of their non-human origins. Fourteen or more races had contributed their genes to create warriors and peacekeepers. The treaties had not outlasted the project, but instead of scrapping them, they had been put to use as cannon fodder in the multitude of wars around the sector. The shocking thing was that they refused to die.
The matching females were a secret held by one woman. Dr. Argent Deveraux. She had crafted one woman for every three males in the experiment, refusing to acknowledge that the financial contributors wanted the clones simply to die out. If they could breed, they could flourish and if they could flourish, a new strain of species could be introduced. Stronger, faster and more resilient to everything. The clone sets were a desperate attempt to make something better.
So, why was Raeda hiding in the bathroom? She snorted to herself. She was scared. They were intense and intent on her. She could feel their eyes on her when she made the slightest move. She was their prey and she was fighting her reflexes to run for the safety of the woods.
Her hands shook as she opened the door and emerged wearing nothing but the shirt. She still had no idea what she was going to do until she reached the dining room. She reached up and bit her nail as she watched her set take her in.
Renner laughed and got to his feet. "Don't look so serious, Raeda. This isn't life and death." He reached out and removed her index fingernail from between her teeth. "Don't chew your nails, we can find far better uses for your mouth."
Just when his expression told her he was joking, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and one thigh over his hips. She may as well have stripped off her clothing, because in the time it t
ook her to take Renner's lower lip between her teeth, she heard the chairs hit the floor.
Three men snarled and growled as hands ran over her. Two mouths caressed the sides of her neck and Renner parted her lips to claim the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Raeda sighed into his mouth and let the waves of pleasure take her under. Hands cupped her ass and she was lifted and carried down the hall and through a doorway. Inside, she blinked as they separated from her and air cooled her body the moment that the tunic was whisked over her head.
She shivered as they looked her over. The room was huge, three beds were lined up against the wall, each fastidiously made and she let out a giggle as images from a storybook that her adoptive mother read to her when she was younger. Instead of her three wolves, the story was about three bears, but the mental image still made her laugh.
She stopped laughing when Dorn approached her. His pants were still in place, but his boots were off.
Taro came at her from the side and Renner hung back. She whispered softly, "First, second and third."
A flicker of relief went through Dorn's eyes. "So you know how this will go."
"Yes. You are first?"
"Yes."
"Taro is the second?"
Taro shook his head. "I am the third, but Renner is hanging back so that your pregnancy will not be assured."
She cocked her head. "In that case, shouldn't he be first? That way there would be no chance of conception."
They paused. Renner grinned and came up behind her, sliding one hand up to cup her breast and the other to the minute thatch of hair between her thighs. "Thank you for thinking of me, Raeda. If not for your comments, I would have waited until tomorrow."
She swallowed at the implication. She could have gotten away with simple sex with two of them tonight. Now that was not going to happen.
Each move of his hands set off tremors in her body. While his hands explored, Taro knelt in front of her and used his mouth on her breasts, laving the nipples and nibbling the underside.
Renner's fingers parted her sex and rubbed themselves in the copious moisture before delving inside. The moment he thrust two fingers into her, she came. It wasn't because of the stimuli in her channel. It was because he bit her neck at the same time. A holding bite, but a dentine grip all the same.
Her breath whooshed out of her lungs as her body shook in his grip. Taro quickly moved and before she knew it, she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her thighs wide and her pussy dripping wet.
"Lovely, Raeda, simply lovely. Like you were made for us." Renner was behind her, so it had to be his cock that started to forge its way within.
A spear of heat and steel worked its way into her as he gripped her hips for stability and she groaned when his rocking motions brought him completely inside.
Her mind blanked as he started a surging thrust that pulled him almost completely out and then the long slide home. She rocked back against him, meeting him halfway with every pulse of his hips.
A movement in front of her got her attention and a hopeful Taro stood there, his erect cock inches from her face. In acquiescence, she licked her lips and he closed the distance with an eagerness that made her smile.
She suckled at him, tasting musky male, salt and sweet all in one. He didn't grab her hair to force himself inside and for that, she was grateful. She concentrated on sucking on both the back and forward strokes, using her tongue on the underside of the sensitive head.
Impishly, she used the edge of her teeth and Taro bucked in her mouth, spewing his cum into her with short pulses. He fell back and she was able to concentrate on the scraping of Renner's cock against her g-spot.
She felt the tightening of her body around him an instant before Renner bucked against her in fast, hard slams, groaning as he came.
Raeda was going to scream. She was so close to a mind-bending orgasm and Renner was leaving her.
Hands lifted her, turned her and she was on her back with Dorn over her. He pressed kisses to her neck and murmured, "Pardon their enthusiasm. It has been a while."
She laughed, but it was a strained sound. Every nerve was awake and humming and Dorn was simply leaning over her with his mouth on her…oh no.
She squeaked as he took her neck in his teeth and held her. She arched her neck in supplication and his growl of approval washed over her. With his teeth still holding her, his cock slid against her centre in a slow stroke that took him inside.
He released her neck, but she kept her position passive. The slow, strong thrusts he was delivering were satisfying on a completely different level than the frantic pounding she had recently been treated to.
Dorn reached between them and stroked her clit with one thumb, each stroke bringing her back to the precipice of release. He rocked against her, seemingly surrounding her on all sides and she felt completely safe.
It was the kind of safety that let her relax and let the orgasm rip through her without caring about the howls of satisfaction she was emitting. Her cries rattled the walls as her muscles gripped Dorn tightly until he snarled his own release.
His teeth bit the join between neck and shoulder as his hips held tightly to hers.
Raeda gasped, her body coated with a sheen of sweat, hers and his. He rolled to one side and pulled out of her, tucking her against him and stroking her spine. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "The next time will be better."
She nodded. "I hope so. You guys have a lascivious reputation to live up to. All over the planets, I have heard tales of the clone sets and exotic practices. Today was exceptionally tame." she nestled against him and yawned. Her other two mates were standing nearby, fidgeting with indecision.
"Why are they standing there?"
Dorn chuckled. "Renner is standing there because this is his bed and Taro hasn't properly held you yet, so he wants to cuddle with you."
She struggled, trying to sit up. "I should take the couch. You fellas all have a day job."
"We are on call. Don't worry about us." Dorn sat up and got to his feet, taking her with him.
The bed that he sat down on smelled like him.
Taro had disappeared and when he returned, he had a bowl with a collection of cloths. He stood next to Raeda and blushed. "Can I…would you mind if I…"
She caught on to his thoughts and blushed herself. She sat silently and spread her thighs for him, waiting.
He was thorough, she had to give him that. She doubted that she had been that clean on the day she was decanted. When Taro finished, there was no trace of semen, her honey or anything else she had been exposed to, like lint.
He knelt in front of her and checked his work, using his tongue in long, slow strokes that she could see from her vantage point. He was industrious and persistent, spreading her lips and calling forth more honey from her.
She tried to hold his hair, but it tipped her off balance, so Renner moved to sit behind her for support while Taro kept up his tireless work.
His fingers dipped into her before they were replaced by the long wiggle of his tongue and those slippery fingers stroked across the tight bud of her anus. They worked into her with little difficulty and when his fingers started a hard rhythm in contrast to his deliberate mouth, she came again, clutching at Renner's arms while harsh cries repeated endlessly from her throat.
Exhausted, she felt the warm cloth again before Dorn tucked her into his bed and held her in his arms. She muttered in a daze as another set of arms came around her from the other side, but she was far too sated to complain.
It seemed that her little snark about clone sets had hit a nerve. She looked forward to all the perversions in her future.
Chapter Four
To Raeda's surprise, she woke up alone in the middle of a huge bed. A clean tunic was folded over the edge of the footboard and she took the hint.
The smell of food was in the air, but when she entered the kitchen, she was alone. There was a note on the table next to a dome.
We had to an
swer a call, but your breakfast is under the dome. We will be home as soon as we can. Dorn, Taro, Renner.
The three individual scrawls indicated that they had all signed the note. They must have had faith in her urge to remain with them or they would never have left her alone.
Shrugging and planning to borrow one of the skimmers after she ate, she sat down and lifted the cover. "Holy crap. Do they expect me to eat all of it?"
Fried and baked meats, a mountain of eggs and several biscuits were taking up the entire plate. It had been piled within millimetres of the cover and the warming base under it explained why the food was still hot.
Methodically, she started to eat her way through the heap of breakfast.
She wondered how she managed to sleep through all of them getting dressed in the dark and leaving her. The sun outside was bright, but it was still fairly early in the morning.
She had moved past the bacon and was digging in to the eggs when there was a knock at the door. Fairly sure that her set would not knock, she cautiously went to answer it.
Seeing the guard from the cages of the night before surprised her, but his greeting made her blink in shock. "Good morning, miss. I have your clothing and the personal effects from your ship. May I bring them in?"
She blinked. "Why are you being polite when last night you were…well, crass is the word I would use?"
He blushed, his blackened eye making him look a little unfocussed. "We are not allowed to engage in any behaviour that would be misconstrued as courtship by the women up for auction. They can't bond to us or the men vying for their attention would be very unhappy."
Shockingly enough, Raeda saw the wisdom in that. Treat the women harshly and they would be more likely to cleave to the first man who treated them well. It was a little twisted, but it had a certain logic to it.
"Fine. Bring my stuff in. I will figure out where to put it afterward." She ran a hand through her hair and winced as she realized it looked like she had been rolling around with her three companions all night.
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