by Nina Croft
“Shit, I can’t do this.” He released his grip on his cock, hunkered down beside me, and cupped my face. “Ruby, do you want this? You don’t have to. Zak would never hurt you.”
I’d sort of known that. It was weird. I’d only met Kill a few hours ago, but I trusted him. Despite the tough exterior, he possessed an underlying sweetness. I reckoned he’d kill with ease, but only when he deemed it necessary, and he’d never hurt a woman. He was trying to teach me a lesson. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in possession of all the facts.
His friend, I wasn’t so sure of. I peered over my shoulder to where he stood, still holding the chain in his fist.
An alien. A real, honest-to-God alien.
I looked up and up. Maybe alien expressions were different, but if I had to hazard a guess, his held a mixture of amusement and lust. Though it went blank when he caught me watching him. Then his lips curled up in a snarl. He was so scary.
I turned back to Killian, who’d straightened. “I want you. I want both of you.” I hoped he wasn’t offended by that, but I might never, ever get a chance at this again. He didn’t move, as if he needed some proof. I held his gaze as I leaned forward and blew gently on the flaring head of his cock. His eyes drifted closed, and a groan escaped his throat. The sound sent tremors rippling through me.
His eyes opened, and he looked behind me. Something passed between him and his alien friend, and he gave a small nod.
A second later, I was scooped up from behind, big muscular blue arms wrapping around me, and I let out a little squeak. I could feel the inhuman strength of them. He turned me in his arms, holding me against his chest, and I breathed in his unfamiliar scent, musky and sharp.
“What…?” I spluttered.
“Let’s take this somewhere a little more comfortable.”
Oh.
Killian raised an eyebrow, and I nodded. He grinned, wincing a little as he fastened his pants over his erection. “What are we waiting for?”
I glanced back as we left the bridge, taking in my last glimpse of space. Killian must have noticed. He reached out and stroked my hair. “You stay, and I’ll teach you to fly her.”
I was in love.
But really, I couldn’t concentrate, because I was naked in an alien’s arms. Saving the world was going to have to wait.
The journey took only a few minutes. A door slid open, and we stepped into a circular room bigger than Killian’s sleeping quarters and dominated by a huge bed. One, two steps later, I was dropped onto the mattress on my back.
Killian stood on one side of the bed, his hands on his hips, and my new friend, Zak, stood on the other. As I watched, he tugged his black T-shirt over his head. His skin glowed the blue of the summer sky, silky and stretched tight over muscle, his abdomen lean and ridged. A line of dark-blue fur led down beneath the waistband of his pants, and my hands itched to stroke him. And below that… My mouth went dry. He kicked off his boots, and I held my breath as his hand went to the fastener at his waist.
He hovered for a moment. He was teasing. There was clearly something interesting inside those pants. Actually, it was hard to miss; he was getting excited. Finally, he flicked open the fastener, shucked his pants over his hips, and kicked them off.
I’d been flat on my back, but now I shot upright and scooted back up the bed, my jaw dropping.
From the other side, Killian sniggered.
But it was huge, and sort of pretty, shading from pale, almost silver, at the base, to deep purple at the flaring head. Moisture oozed from the tip.
Rekowski had been understating it.
I shook my head. “Well, this was fun. But that’s not going to work.”
“Trust us, sweetheart.” I peeked up at Killian who was leaning against the wall, an amused curve on his lips. “Hey, babe, you think a sex slave can say, ‘no, it’s too big’?”
I knew they wouldn’t force me, but he did have a point.
I glanced between the two of them; I was guessing they’d done this before. “Do you two often share women?”
“It’s not the first time.”
I had a horrible thought. I’d read about the threesome thing, but no way was anyone going near my backside. I’d tried it once and failed, and the whole experience had been painfully embarrassing. And it certainly wasn’t happening with that oversized monster-cock. Something must have shown on my face.
“We won’t do anything you don’t like,” Killian promised.
“What about the sex slave thing?”
He shrugged. “I’ll find another way to convince you.”
He wouldn’t, but I left it at that. Did I want this? I glanced between the two of them. God, in their own ways, they were both so gorgeous. This was beyond imagining. Whatever happened later, I’d have this. Before I could talk myself out of it, I gave a quick nod.
“Thank, Groth.” Killian dropped his pants so fast that a giggle escaped me. Then I nearly choked on it as Zak let out a huge roar. A sweet, musky scent saturated the air between us, and his eyes glazed over as he put one knee on the mattress. I would have moved back, but this was as far as I could go.
Was he going to lose it in some scary alien fashion?
“Don’t worry,” Killian said, coming down on the bed beside me. “It’s normal. He starts producing this mating pheromone stuff—sends him into a trance. Let me take your mind off it.” His hand reached out and grabbed my ankle, then tugged so I was pulled onto my back again and the air left me in a whoosh.
Before I could move, Killian leaned over me and took my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing inside, and I melted. He broke the kiss, and his head lowered to my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, tugging wetly so I felt it between my thighs. Meanwhile, hands were sliding up my legs. Big, hot hands, the skin smooth.
Killian straightened, then grinned at me. “This just takes a little organization. First, we need to get you so wet that the big guy over there will slide in and you’ll hardly notice.”
Somehow, I didn’t think that was going to happen, but I could feel my pussy swelling, softening, obviously willing to play its part. Zak was kneeling between my thighs now, pushing them apart so I was wide open. His cock stuck up straight in front of him, and I reached out a trembling hand.
“Can I touch it?”
He growled low in his throat, which I took to be a yes. The skin was smooth, silky soft over steel. But the interesting thing was a series of lumps along the underside. I imagined them rubbing again my inner walls, and a shudder ran through me. He’d gone still as I stroked him. Now he licked his lips, and I shivered in anticipation, heat flushing my skin.
“First time, I think on your back,” Kill said. “When you’re used to it, you can play.”
I wasn’t going to get a chance to get used to it. I didn’t want to think about that, so I just gave a quick nod and settled down on my back.
“By the gods of Groth, you are pretty.”
Killian stroked his good hand from my cheek to my breast, tickling over the nipple and squeezing. It felt so good. At the same time, Zak slid both hands up my inner thighs. I held my breath as he parted the folds of my sex.
“So wet.”
I was. Moisture coated my inner thighs. One finger pushed inside—it was almost as big as my first boyfriend’s dick.
“Are you okay?” Killian asked.
I nodded, unable to speak as Zak’s finger flexed inside me, then his thumb lightly grazed my clit, and I nearly leaped off the bed. He pressed hard, rotating in little circles, and just like that I came, my back arching, as pleasure poured through me.
“She’s ready,” Zak said.
“I guess she is.” I could hear the amusement in Kill’s voice, but right then, I didn’t care.
He hauled me up the bed, to the edge, and bunched a pillow under my head. Then he climbed off and stood beside me, his cock level with my face. “Where were we?” he asked, grabbing it in his hand and proffering it to me. I licked my lips, and he groaned, then I licke
d his cock, and he went still. I took the head in my mouth and sucked gently, then harder. His hands slid into my hair, holding me in place, while he fucked my mouth. It was so incredibly sexy that my whole body was on fire, tingles shooting along my nerves.
What had to be Zak’s cock nudged at my entrance, and my jaw locked. Killian’s hand gripped my hair. “Hey, Zak, hold off. I’m not sure it’s a good idea this first time if I’m in her mouth when you…” He stroked my hair again. “Go, baby.”
I increased the pressure; he was so close. Reaching out, I cupped his balls, and he pushed hard and came in the back of my throat. I swallowed frantically. Finally, he stopped pumping, pulled his cock free, lowered his head, and kissed me.
He climbed onto the bed, sat with his back against the wall, and hauled me into his arms so my head rested against his muscular belly. His hands came around and covered my breasts, one metal hand, one flesh and blood. Then he gave a nod to Zak, who edged closer. I shut my eyes as he positioned his cock at my pussy.
Kill pinched my nipples as Zak thrust forward, and the flared head was inside me. But there was still a long way to go.
“Relax,” Killian murmured.
I opened my eyes and gave him a look of disbelief. It was okay for him to say that. He wasn’t about to be impaled on a huge blue penis.
Oh my God.
Zak moved slowly but purposefully, stretching me, filling me, until I nearly screamed no more. But I clamped my lips closed, because it was the most amazing feeling ever. Then he was in as far as he could go.
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his face, which was rigid with tension. His forked tongue flicked out. He was watching me as if waiting for something.
“Go,” I said.
And he went.
…
Killian
I loved watching this. I loved sharing women with Zak, seeing the pleasure he gave them. But with Ruby, my feelings were tinged with something different. A possessiveness I’d never experienced before. Usually it was whores we shared. Some were nice, some not so nice, but they were all doing it for money.
Ruby was different.
I wasn’t kidding myself that she was doing this because she was grateful. Hell, I’d never met anyone less eager to be rescued. And later, once we’d screwed her brains out until she couldn’t think straight enough to lie, we’d find out why.
I tugged on her dark-red nipples, and Zak leaned over her, licking them through my fingers. A spasm ran through her. She liked that. She liked the two of us.
“Oh, that is so…” She clearly couldn’t come up with a word.
Zak was moving easier now as her inner muscles relaxed. Sliding out, shoving back in. She was writhing, pushing up, fighting for her own release, trying to rub her clit against him. He was teasing her, holding himself away, but I could see he was close.
Stretching out my metal arm, I sent out the extension, sliding it through her pubic hair. I tickled her clit, and she went still. I sent a little pulse of electricity, and her eyes widened. Zak grinned and pumped harder. I stroked her again, over the sensitive little nub, and she fell apart in my arms.
Zak came a second later, throwing his head back with a rousing Groth warrior cry. Enough to surprise anyone who’d never experienced sex with a Groth before.
Luckily, I had. Anticipating the shock, I pinched her clit to distract her, and she came again.
Chapter Seven
Killian
Ruby passed out, or fell asleep.
She was so cute, all blond curls and a smile on her face. Her stomach rumbled. Maybe it was time to find her some proper food. I slipped out of bed as Zak crawled up it. He took her in his arms, and she snuggled in without waking.
I didn’t like it.
Maybe Zak should go get the food. But he was already snoring as well.
I met Creb in the galley. Creb was the third member of my crew. She was a woman, and, God, was she ugly. Her own doing. She’d been sold to a brothel when she was sixteen. A year of that, and she’d decided she didn’t like it. She’d killed a customer—strangled him with her legs, then pinched his knife and sliced her face open in half a dozen places. Zak and I had been having a quiet drink at the time. We’d somehow gotten involved in the ensuing fracas. The brothel keeper had mysteriously lost his head—literally—and we’d ended up with a third crew member. That was four years ago. I’m sure she had a girly name, but we’d always called her Creb. No one messed with Creb. Even Zak’s pheromones were too smart to get interested. She was shifty—the type to wait until he was asleep and then chop his dick off.
I liked her.
She looked up and grunted as I entered the room.
“Hello, sunshine,” I said with a grin.
“Captain.” I liked that she had always recognized my authority. “Call me sunshine again, and I’ll poke your good eye out.”
Or maybe not.
“How’s our guest?” I asked.
“You mean the one who’d almost been shagged to death when you brought her in, or the one you and your blue friend are currently shagging?”
She had such a way with words.
“The former.”
She shrugged. “She’ll live. Though, right now, I’m not sure she thinks that’s a good idea.”
“She’ll get over it.” It was amazing what a person could get over if they had the time and inclination.
“Yeah.”
I studied the food dispenser. What would Ruby like? I had no clue, though from her reaction to the protein bars, I was guessing she wasn’t fussy. I got a selection, added some drinks to the tray, and headed back to Zak’s sleeping quarters. They were actually the captain’s quarters, but they were the biggest and Zak needed room. I felt more comfortable in closer spaces.
Ruby woke as I perched on the edge of the bed, her cute nose wrinkling at the smell of food.
Her eyes opened, and she blinked a couple of times. She was still wrapped in Zak’s arms, and he lifted her and sat her up so she was leaning against the back of the bed. She winced. No doubt she was a little sore. I’d kiss her better after she’d eaten.
I put the tray on her knees, and she stared for a moment. “Thank you.”
She didn’t speak for a full five minutes, just ate slowly. Zak and I watched in silence. There was an expression on Zak’s face I’d never seen before. He liked her.
But hey, I’d seen her first. I might be happy to share, but if it came down to it, she was mine.
Actually, she wasn’t mine. If she was anybody’s, it was the person who was paying us to get her from the slavers, whoever he or she was. Maybe it was time for that talk.
There were a whole lot of unanswered questions, from why she could understand us, to who she was and what made her so special. But maybe the most important question was: Why was she so insistent on going back?
Finally, she scraped her bowl and put her spoon down with a huge sigh. “I think I might love you guys.” Her eyes widened, as though she was shocked at her words. “I didn’t mean like love love, just thank-you-for-feeding-me love and…” A blush stained her cheeks.
Laughter rumbled in Zak’s chest, and she gave him a grateful smile. “Are you really a crown prince?”
“He is,” I answered for him. “Until he got bored with all that bowing and scraping crap and decided to come have some fun with me.” I took the tray and placed it on the floor. “So, since you love us, are you happy to stay? At least until we get instructions about where to send you.”
…
Ruby
I pursed my lips, because I had no clue what to say. I could continue with the whole I-want-to-be-a-sex-slave thing, but I didn’t think it was going to fly.
Life wasn’t fair. I would give anything to be able to stay for a while. Of course, I didn’t love them. I wasn’t that stupid. I’d only just met them.
But I liked them. A lot. I felt more alive than I ever had in my entire life, as if the whole universe had opened up for me, and I could do a
nything, go anywhere. And Kill had said he’d teach me to fly.
Plus, my body felt all boneless and sated, and my pussy still tingled. My stomach was full. Zak was sitting next to me, pressed against my side, totally naked and not in the least bothered by it. His cock was limp but stirred in its nest of dark-blue curls. I dragged my gaze away, to where Killian perched on the edge of the mattress.
I wanted to cry at everything I couldn’t have. Life wasn’t fair. But when had it ever been? I tried to get my brain working. What was the best way to appeal to him?
I bit my lip. “Were you really a slave?”
He nodded. “Third generation. Brought up on the asteroid mines of Groth. Became a helldiver when I was fourteen.”
That was the name of his ship. “What’s a helldiver?”
“Exactly what it says, sweetheart. I dived into hell every goddamned day.”
“Is that how you lost your arm?”
His lips quirked. God, he was gorgeous. “I didn’t lose it, darling. That would be very careless. They chopped off my arm, gave me this instead—helped with the job.” He raised it in front of him and waggled his fingers. They grew longer, formed hooks, then turned back into fingers. “The same with the eye. It allows me to see in the dark and send images back.”
“They did it on purpose?”
He nodded, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
There was nothing funny about this. It was horrible. “You were only a boy.”
“At fourteen, I hadn’t been a boy for a long time.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t such a bad thing. Made me a valuable commodity. I got better food…a better cage.”
Is this what Pendleton had been talking about when he said there were people who would exploit the Earth? It had to be stopped.
But did I have to go back to the ship? Maybe there was another way. “Do you know where that slaver was heading?” If they did, maybe I could get word to Rekowski, and I wouldn’t have to go back.
But Zak shook his head. He got to his feet, pulled on his pants, and then threw his T-shirt to me. “I can’t think with you naked.” He didn’t come back to bed but leaned against the wall. “They’re Bhaxians, and we could make a guess. But really, it could be one of a hundred planets. Slavery is illegal, but a lot of places turn a blind eye. There are slave auctions dotted all over the universe.”