by Jorja Kish
She had asked him to make love to her, and for the first time in her life, someone made love to her as if she mattered.
“Beloved heart.” She liked that.
Chapter 20
Mackenzie woke up with another smile on her face, turned in the opulent bed, and reached for a warm body to snuggle. She jerked her head up and found the huge bed empty. The rumpled sheets from the missing bodies that slept beside her during the night and their heady scents were the only things that bore witness to the men sleeping with her. She sat up and looked around the quiet room, heedless of her naked breasts and her nipples hardening from the cool air.
The rustle of a page turning caught her attention. It was faint, but she still heard it. Curious, she slid out of the bed and headed toward the alcove used as an archway into another room. She paused and peered down at her nakedness and flinched. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to run around naked with three virile men. Not that it really bothered her. It should have, but it really didn’t. Besides, with her luck, a stranger could be in the next room with one of her lovers.
One of her lovers, she thought wickedly. Going from having no one see to her needs to three gorgeous, virile men staggered her mind, but she wasn’t one to complain, despite how she ended up with three men. Was it too soon to get involved like this? The sizzle and pop she felt whenever Keene or Braydok looked at her, touched her, whispered against her skin…was it real, or just some Alien Stockholm syndrome that all Terran women went through?
She grimaced at the word “Terran.” Gah, she was human from Earth, not a Terran from Terra! Soon she’d be thinking such things, and then…Then what? She was still human, mostly.
Pivoting on her heel, Mackenzie ignored the troubling thoughts squirming in her head. She knew she should sit down and truly think about what happened to her, what might still happen to her, but she didn’t want to. Lordy, she was as logical and straitlaced as they came. However, she didn’t feel like it. Somehow, she changed, just as her body did from…
Say it, Mac, say it, she urgently thought, knowing that if she said it aloud, it was irrevocably true and real. She opened her mouth to speak the words, but nothing came out but a weak croak. Rolling her eyes, she sighed softly. Really, how hard is it to say that I’m on a space ship filled with aliens who saved me from a menace that destroys planets with zombies and enslaves the female population to the horror of becoming breeders? Nope, doesn’t sound crazy in my head.
Mackenzie snorted, then winced. Yeah, it sounded crazy, but that didn’t matter.
The rustling caught her attention again. Her eyes briefly darted toward the shadowed alcove where the sound came from as she crinkled her nose. She was curious, even nervous, but she had to find something to wear before she confronted who or what was making that sound.
“Okay, girl, time to grow a pair and find out who is here.”
She searched the room, found one of three armoires of a sort, and opened the heavy doors. A line of crisp shirts, breeches, tunics and overcoats filled the space. She quickly grabbed a finely made creamy shirt and pulled it from the armoire before shutting the door. The shirt hung on her body like a dress. Kevin definitely didn’t fill out a shirt like, this that was for sure.
“Oh, this must be the bigger one’s shirt. Setti.” She rolled his name off her tongue again and enjoyed how it made her feel. Setti, exotic, mysterious, dark and commanding…yeah, she loved his name, much sexier than her ex’s name, Kevin.
Gah, she didn’t want to compare her rat-bastard ex-husband to the man who owned this shirt.
From the size of it, there wasn’t a doubt that the arresting man who took her the first time and made her scream in a way she never screamed before owned it. Just thinking about Setti gave her body a dark pleasure that she didn’t understand.
She suppressed a needy moan and nimbly buttoned the shirt up instead.
“I must be demented and loving every minute of it.” She grinned with a mischievous gleam in her bright eyes, briskly rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and dragged the tapered collar to her nose, aching to smell the musky male scent that she knew was his. It was faint, but it was still delicious.
In fact, this shirt was her first set of clothing. A frown marred her pretty features when the thought of herself being kept permanently naked crossed her mind.
Nope, that is so not going to happen in this lifetime…well, maybe…no, definitely not!
Snorting at her thoughts, she slipped through the archway and stumbled to a halt. Her grin faltered when she saw the powerful, broad back of the third man she had yet to meet, besides taking her body and giving her pleasure. She saw the outline of his arms folded against his chest as he shifted, bunching the hard planes of the honed muscled that rippled down his back. He tilted his head and inhaled sharply before swiftly looking over his shoulder with light, piercing eyes.
Mackenzie’s breath was caught in her throat. It was from the memory of him behind her, slipping his thick, heavily veined cock into her pussy, hearing the masculine pants and grunts as he gave her what she needed. At the time, she didn’t see his features through the crimson fog that clouded her mind. She only felt the need to spread her thighs and take him as deep as she could.
“Wow, you are something to look at. I mean, wow,” she stuttered, embarrassed at the rush of words that just came out. She couldn’t help herself. He was all male, the stuff of feminine fantasies as the commanding lover who took what he wanted anytime, anywhere, in front of anyone. Her pussy quivered and dripped.
The giant before her was the epitome of a master. He exuded power, confidence, virility, even a dark touch of something she couldn’t quite describe. It didn’t matter, because her body throbbed with need. He was incredibly handsome, all hard lines and chiselled planes. He was what she called an alpha male. His presence commanded obedience. The thought of him commanding her to do something for him made her pussy ache even more. Mackenzie had to stifle a moan.
“You’re awake,” Setti stated in a controlled, husky tone.
Mackenzie shivered from his tone and managed to nod her head before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “Yeah, I do that sometimes.”
She winced and groaned when he arched a brow at her cheeky response.
“Sorry,” she crinkled her nose, trying to look contrite.
“There is no need to apologize.” He glanced down at the shirt she wore and trailed the length of her body that the shirt hid from his view.
Setti’s chest vibrated, but he suppressed the growl that wanted out. Her golden skin glowed against his shirt and despite being too big on her, dwarfing her petite structure, it still made him burn.
“I see you found something to wear,” he stated curtly.
She nodded carefully, assessing his reaction to her clothes. “So it’s okay for me to wear clothes, then?”
Surprise brushed across his hard face as he inclined his head. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be all right?” he asked, confusion marring his stoic features.
“Well, I’ve been naked since I arrived here, not counting the bedsheet I wore the first day. I just figured there was some rule that forbade clothing.” She took a few steps into the room and managed to tear her intrigued gaze from the ebony-garbed man who filled the entire room with his presence.
No doubt, Setti was an officer. Her eyes scanned the room, noting the various books that lined the walls.
“No, there isn’t. You lacking clothing were for our benefit other than viewing your beauty. It was easier to see to your feral needs without constantly stripping you down and quite possibly tearing your new clothing.”
“Oh,” she squeaked, blushing.
The images of Setti tearing her clothing off had Mackenzie pressing her thighs together, embarrassed from the sudden flow of her pussy juices. The heat on her neck and cheeks said it all. She spied, from the corner of her eye, the giant twisting his lips in a slight curl before resuming a severe, arresting expression.
“Yeah, well,
thank you for thinking of me in that manner,” she lamely replied, and mentally cringed at how dopey she sounded. She averted her eyes and stared at some pretend dot over his broad shoulder. Oh yes, he had such wide strong shoulders that…she blanched, then blushed. What was it about this man that had her suddenly apprehensive and zoned in idiot mode?
A frustrated growl slipped from her throat. Clearly, she had lost her mind after all, as she rushed out a stream of words that might make sense to hide her sudden awkwardness. In fact, this was the first time she had seen him since he took her with such a devastating virility that still haunted her body. Lordy, she wanted more from him. More of that dark wickedness that made her want to surrender and give whatever he demanded. Yes!
Furiously blushing from the direction of her thoughts, she blurted, “I mean, I’m grateful that Braydok saved me from the Horde, and for what the three of you did for me when, you know, I went into that heat thing.”
For god sakes, where was her confidence, her gumption, her “pin it to the door and take no prisoners”? She spared a glance at him to find the man staring at her with something wild in his eyes. She took a step back and forced another rush of words that tumbled out of her mouth. Damn him for being so, so…Argh!
“Keene and Braydok explained to me that if I didn’t have you all to see to my needs, I’d be passed around like a porn star in a gangbang film.”
Setti tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, catching up with this woman’s strange inflections. He felt a wild sensation gather in the pit of his belly. The feeling expanded like growing vines. He felt his body hardening, preparing for staking a claim. A claim he knew he shouldn’t initiate this early, but…but what?
“What does this ‘porn star’ mean?” he asked, ignoring the stirring emotions, curious about Terran colloquialisms.
“Oh, um, well, it’s a term for a male or female paid to have sex on film for other people to watch and get aroused,” Mackenzie stuttered, blushing furiously. Okay floor, it’s time to swallow me up now.
He responded with a low grunt before he asked, “Have you watched these films to get aroused?”
Curiosity and a hot rush of blood to his cock forced him to take a quiet, seamless step toward her when he spoke.
Mackenzie’s mouth went dry and her brain took a nasty dump. She blinked back her fugue and watched, mesmerised, at the predatory gait of the approaching warrior. Her nipples hardened and the streaming wetness that creamed her thighs was beyond embarrassing. There wasn’t a hope in hell that this gorgeous, deadly man couldn’t smell her arousal. Hell, she was so sopping wet that he could probably taste her in the air that surrounded them.
Mackenzie watched him slowly walk around her, turning her head to keep him in view until he stood behind her nervous and stimulated body. Breathe, Mac. That’s right, take a breath and breathe.
“Well?” he asked, leaning down, breathing hotly in her ear. His hot, spicy scent, a mixture of cloves and cinnamon, infected her with more desire and need to have him control her in every way.
Chills ran down her spine and made her ache even more for him. She licked her dry lips and murmured, “Well, what?”
His deep chuckle had Mackenzie biting her lip from the moan that wanted out.
“Do. You. Watch. Those. Films. To. Get. Aroused?”
Holy fuck, she was ready to come when his voice trailed down her skin.
Mackenzie’s only answer was a breathless whimper and a plume of her musky arousal.
“Tell me,” he commanded in a deeper hiss.
“Yes, I have,” she blurted, beyond aroused.
Chapter 21
Her chest heaved from the pressure of her growing lust. Damn, the man hadn’t even touched her and she was ready to spread her legs and give him anything that he wanted. And she meant anything!
“Tell me what you have watched, Sheeala,” he purred, switching to her other ear and blowing soft breaths down her neck.
She shivered and fought the urge to turn and step into his arms. Instinct told her he’d resume being the cool warrior if she did anything other than what he wanted.
“I-I’ve watched a few films with a woman being pleasured by two men,” she rushed, blushing and rubbing her legs together.
“And what did they do to this woman to give her pleasure, my sweet?” He rubbed the side of his face against her right cheek. Mackenzie released a shuddery breath. “One man forced her on her hands and knees, rubbing his cock over her wet folds before shoving his cock into her pussy. She cried out and moaned when the other man slapped her face with his dick and forced his cock down her throat. They seesawed into her body while she panted and moaned. She cried out when the man fucking her pussy released into her, showing the camera his seed. She purred and smiled while the other man grabbed her face and gave her his cum.”
Mackenzie was raggedly panting now, her pussy hungry with the images. Her arousal wasn’t from the porn star who was getting double penetration. It was the memory of her with Braydok and Keene that had her horny and ready.
A sensual, almost evil chuckle came from the man behind her. He growled in her ear and nipped her earlobe, making her jump and pant harder.
“It has come to my attention that you have already shared such an experience with Braydok and Keene, hmm? Although, it seems to me you weren’t on your hands and knees.”
“How do you know about that?” She twisted her head around to stare into his eyes.
A grin, completely masculine, smiled back before disappearing. “What else have you seen that aroused you, Sheeala?”
Mackenzie turned away and wondered if she wanted to play this game with him any longer. She wanted to step away and leave the room, but her body refused to move. In fact, it wanted to step closer to his body, engulfed by the heat that radiated from him. She jumped when she felt his fingers trail down her waist as he inched up the shirt to expose her golden thighs.
“Watching when a man slid his cock into a pussy while the other man stretches her ass and fucks her bottom. Then…” She whimpered and continued breathlessly, “Then a third man has her wrap her mouth around his dick and fucks her face.” Mackenzie trembled at the images. She wanted that. She wanted to feel Setti taking care of her with Braydok and Keene.
“Please, Setti, what do you want from me?” she pleaded, ready to explode with need as one of his hands cupped her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He licked her neck and slid his hand between her legs, trailing his knuckles over the dewy folds that coated his hand. He released a harsh growl and continued grazing her intimate folds.
“Tell me more of what you saw that excited you,” he demanded in a rougher tone.
“I-I, oh god,” she whimpered when his thumb rubbed over her straining clit while his other fingers pinched her right nipple.
“Tell me,” he growled louder, twisting her nipple, causing Mackenzie to cry out.
“Men,” she wailed, “Two men having sex!”
Setti closed his eyes at the image. An image he knew too well when he took Braydok and Keene, giving them the pleasure of his body. He held the woman close to his chest, taking her with him as he stepped a few paces back until the couch hit the back of his legs. He spread his legs before he sat down and draped Mackenzie’s thighs on either side of his own, spread wide and for his pleasure. Setti commanded in her delicate ear, “You will not come until I say you can.”
Biting her lip, Mackenzie nodded, unable to use her voice, since she was on fire and barely had any control left. She shivered when she felt his fingers trace her plump labia and pump the thick plug wedged into her pussy, the piece coated with her desire, slippery and pungent from her arousal. She inhaled sharply when a lone finger trailed over the crease of her ass to slide between the cheeks and lightly tap her crinkled rosebud. It quivered under his touch. His callused tip lightly played with the slowly yielding muscle, smearing her juices over her twitching hole.
Mackenzie released a harsh breath and panted from the dark
er heat in her veins that wanted Setti to shove his finger up her ass and make her scream. This dark desire she kept deep in her soul made her feel uncomfortable for this type of penetration. How could she want something so taboo, yet secretly crave it with her entire being?
The finger pulled away to capture more slippery juices until it firmly pressed into her tight hole. She gritted her teeth and held her breath from the breach.
“Breathe, Sheeala, take a deep breath and breathe through the discomfort. Relax your muscles and push down,” he ordered, his raspy tone getting heavier with growing lust.
Mackenzie barely nodded. She took a deep breath and released it as she pressed down on the invading finger. She gasped when it slipped in further. Moaning, Mackenzie shifted from the strange sensation that she found utterly arousing. She wanted more.
“Oh yes, give me more,” she panted.
“And so you shall, my sweet.”
The thick finger pumped inside her, swirling and stretching the tight muscle. She hissed through her teeth from the burn, her pussy throbbing and her juices flowing from the slight bite of pain.
Setti pulled his finger away and coated it with more of her cream, as well as another finger, before pressing two into her body.
Mackenzie cried out and trembled. She pressed down, determined to have his fingers deep in her ass. She growled and squirmed. Seated to the last knuckle, Mackenzie thrashed her head, her ass clamping and unclamping, waiting for Setti to pump. He didn’t fail her. He slid his fingers in and out of her body, scissoring the tight muscle, loosening her up for more.
Oh god, yes, I want more.
Setti gently pressed Mackenzie forward. He lifted up her bottom as he lowered his breeches to expose his heavily veined cock. The red tip was generously wide, shiny from the flowing drops of pre-cum that slide down the length. He squeezed the tip and gave it a slight twist as he swallowed a groan. No, he wanted to be in her snug body before he found his release.