by Ivy Barrett
Mark took a step forward. Lorelle waved him back with the gun. “You sit against the wall.”
“She’s bad. She needs us both.” Luke met her gaze, his expression tense and serious.
She glared at him without shifting the gun from Mark. “Why?”
“Each time the virus flares it takes more of the antigens to counteract the symptoms. I can’t create a strong enough reaction alone.”
Lorelle fought back a frustrated scream and clasped the gun with both hands. “Try. If it doesn’t work—”
“It will only waste time she can’t afford.” The sexual frenzy had driven Karla beyond modesty. She boldly stroked the front of Luke’s pants as she guided his hand to her breast. She pushed her fingers into his wavy hair and parted her lips for his kiss. Luke hesitated, obviously waiting for Mark.
“Where is Matthew?” Lorelle asked.
“He went outside,” Mark told her. “It’s now or never.”
His smug smile made her finger flex against the trigger. She would die before she let these bastards touch her, but Karla had made her decision clear. She could always shoot Mark after…
“If you hurt her, I will kill you.” Lorelle followed him with the gun as he crossed the room. She widened her stance, ready to act at the first sign of trouble. Restlessness crept over her in scorching waves. She needed to lie down, spread her legs wide, and thrust her fingers into her throbbing pussy. Would a screaming orgasm push back this madness? Karla said it hadn’t helped her. It didn’t matter! There was no way she’d reveal weakness to the enemy.
Mark pulled Karla’s shirt off over her head. Then Luke lifted her against him while Mark rid her of her pants. Her undergarments followed in quick succession and Lorelle had to look away. Murmurs and gasps teased her imagination. How would they take her? Did they secrete these antigens or was it a reaction within the victim’s body?
“Why don’t you join us?” Mark’s deep, throaty tone made her insides clench.
“I’m not that desperate.”
“Yet.”
She shot him a quick glare and her wayward gaze lingered, refusing to budge from the erotic scene. Luke had turned Karla, bringing her back against his chest. He played with her breasts, firmly rolling her nipples. She arched her neck and angled her head, offering Luke her mouth. His tongue snaked out and traced her lips before delving inside.
Lorelle’s lips tingled as she watched the consuming kiss. Their lips didn’t quite meet and she could see their tongues sliding against each other. Mark knelt in front of Karla and bent his head toward her mound. Using only his tongue, he pushed into her slit and caressed her clit. Lorelle barely suppressed a moan as fire burst between her thighs. She wanted to be licked, needed—No! Not like this. Not with them.
Ruthlessly flicking his tongue against the tender bud, Mark drove Karla to a fast, hard orgasm. She tore her mouth away from Luke’s and tangled her fingers in Mark’s dark hair. “More! Fuck me with your fingers. Do it again.”
Mark caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger and glared into her eyes. “Protarian men don’t take orders from females.” Luke caught her elbows and held her arms back while Mark plucked on the sensitive nub. Karla twisted and gasped, unable to escape his punishing caress.
Had he understood her words or just her tone? None of the guards had spoken in Earthish, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t. Lorelle shook away the possibility. Earth was new to intergalactic trade. There was no reason for these men to know their language.
“Turn her around,” Mark snapped. “I want to spank her ass.”
A lazy smile parted Luke’s lips as he turned Karla to face him. “You earned this, sweetheart. Take it like a good girl.” Luke bent her slightly forward, giving Mark a better angle for the spanking.
Mark swatted one of her round white cheeks and then the other. Karla tossed her head, hair swishing onto her back as she bent even farther forward. Was she enjoying this?
“Hold on,” Lorelle called. “There’s no reason to hit her.”
Mark simply ignored her and went right on with the spanking.
“The sensations help focus her mind on something other than her desperate need. She’s damn close to feral already.” Luke shifted his passion-bright gaze back and forth between Lorelle and Karla’s rapidly pinkening ass. “Look how wet she is. He’s not hurting her.”
Fast and hard, Mark rained down slaps on Karla’s ass. She squirmed and cried out, but it honestly looked as if her wiggling was trying to draw his attention rather than avoid the barrage of swats. Her breasts hung down and each impact of Mark’s hand sent them swaying.
Heat pulsed between Lorelle’s thighs. She’d never thought of spanking as particularly arousing, yet her body responded all the same. If she let Luke spank her, would it draw her mind away from this building need? The thought sent a thrill through her with the opposite result. She ached even worse.
“Enough.” Luke spun Karla around and brought her back firmly against his front. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Her ass is so hot, I can feel the heat through my pants.”
Mark sank to his knees again and nudged Karla’s thighs. “Open up and accept your master’s touch.”
Master? Was it just a figure of speech, or did these men always dominate their lovers? Perspiration gathered between Lorelle’s breasts. The room was chilly and dank, so why was she sweating?
Gradually Karla obeyed. She moved her feet apart and gave Mark access to her pussy. Luke took one of her nipples between his fingers and pulled hard enough to make Karla gasp. He twisted then released and Karla gasped again. Disconcerted by the harsh treatment, Lorelle shifted her gaze to Mark, but his fingers pulled and released Karla’s clit much as Luke was doing with her nipple. Without mercy they worked her to a fast, hard orgasm. She cried out, arching against their hands as pleasure shuddered through her body.
When Karla finally relaxed and rested against Luke’s chest, Mark parted her folds with his thumbs and captured her clit between his lips. His cheeks hollowed as he carefully sucked on the sensitive nub. Karla cried out again and was soon shaking with another orgasm.
Lorelle’s body rippled and clenched. Why was she watching this? They were obviously no threat to Karla. At least not physically.
“My turn,” Luke said breathlessly. “I want her to ride my face so I can shove my tongue right up inside her wet hole.”
“Get on with it,” Lorelle snapped. “This is not a game.”
“The concentration of antigens in our seed is determined by the level of our arousal,” Mark explained, suddenly sounding more like a doctor than a soldier. “And the more turned on she is, the more effective our antigens will be once she receives them.”
Luke spread out on his back and guided Karla down on top of his face. She rocked back and forth, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Lorelle crept toward the doorway and checked the hall. How would Matthew react if he arrived in the middle of this display?
When she turned back around Mark was kneeling on the other side of Luke. He bent Karla forward. One hand held the back of her neck and the other was buried between her thighs. Lorelle couldn’t see what Luke was doing, but Karla’s cries told the story.
Mark raised his hand to his mouth and licked Karla’s juices from his fingers while his gaze bore into Lorelle’s. “You’re next.”
Her mind balked against the taunt, but her body burned even hotter.
Mark unfastened his pants and angled his body so Lorelle could see exactly what he was doing. He stroked his cock with one hand and carefully pulled on his balls with the other. His abdomen tensed and his eyelids drooped. He better not waste his seed when Karla was so desperate for it!
Focusing on her indignation, Lorelle fought back her response to the carnal tableau. Had the virus been engineered or was it naturally occurring? Were men affected by it or did it only make women sex-crazed animals?
A sharp cry drew her attention back to Karla. Luke squeezed
her reddened ass with both hands then scooted out from under her. “Good girl.” With a passion-dark smile he moved in front of Karla and raised her torso so she was on her hands and knees. He pushed his pants past his hips and offered her his cock. Lorelle only got a glimpse of his erection before Karla sucked it into her mouth. There was nothing tentative or shy in her desire. She turned her head this way and that, taking as much of him as she could.
Lorelle’s nipples rubbed against her bra with each agitated breath. Regardless of the reason for this exhibition, she had never seen anything so arousing. Mark stroked himself with one hand while he fucked Karla with the other. Lorelle watched his fingers slide between Karla’s dusky folds and push into her core. Every thrust made Lorelle ache and throb. Karla’s muffled cries and eager wiggles sent fresh waves of lust through Lorelle.
“Are you desperate yet, soldier girl?” Mark jeered. “Come over here. Brace yourself against my shoulders and I’ll lick your pussy while I fuck your friend. Are those long legs flexible or just strong? Let’s find out how wide you can spread them.”
“Shut up!” She averted her face, knowing her flushed skin and dilated pupils were giving her away. The torment continued in her peripheral vision despite her determination to remain unaffected by the scene.
Karla raised her bright red ass toward Mark as he prolonged her orgasm with his clever fingers. Were they really that good or was the virus making Karla ultra-responsive? Lorelle’s pussy tightened painfully, craving even one of the orgasms Karla had enjoyed.
Mark guided his cock to Karla’s entrance and buried himself to the balls with one hard thrust. She cried out around Luke, but it didn’t disturb his steady rhythm. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Lorelle turned her head back around. Hooking his arms beneath Karla’s elbows, Mark clasped his wrists at the small of her back. He pulled her away until only the tip of Luke’s cock remained in her mouth.
Long, thick, and shining with saliva, Luke poised within the circle of her lips. He took Karla’s face between his hands and tilted her head back, his fingers tangling in her hair. Mark drew back too. They paused, teasing her with a hint of their fullness. Lorelle trembled. They held Karla as securely as any restraints, positioning her for the taking.
Lorelle had never been overpowered by a lover. She knew danger excited her, but her military career had prevented her from exploring the sorts of pleasure teasing her imagination.
Mark violently impaled Karla, filling her passage as Luke shoved back into her mouth. Lorelle pressed her hand over her pounding heart. She’d never seen anything so… savage, yet so beautiful. They moved in perfect synchronicity, Luke rocking in and out of Karla’s mouth while Mark fucked her wet cunt.
Swiping her forehead with her uniform sleeve, Lorelle focused on the wall directly in front of her. It didn’t help. The slap of flesh against flesh combined with muffled cries of pleasure kept the image alive in her mind. Her body felt hollow and hot. She couldn’t wait until they left so she could ease this ache!
Boot heels rang in the hallway outside the airless room. Damn it! Matthew was back. She spun toward the door, steadying the gun with both hands. But the sudden movement, combined with the urgent desire pounding through her body, sent vertigo spinning through her head. Matthew threw the door wide and batted the pistol out of Lorelle’s grasp before she could restore her bearings.
“Resalnto!”
“Wer… orten… nottric… craa,” Luke panted out in between deep thrusts.
“Figal hastaminet ordentez—”
“Explain that to her.” Mark continued the rapid shuttle with his hips. “We refused to touch her until Lorelle pointed the gun at us.”
Lorelle laughed. What a load of crap!
“How did she get a gun?” With a disgusted shake of his head, he turned his angry gaze on her. “Even if what he claims is true, how the hell am I supposed to convince my supervisor you forced them to fuck your friend?”
Luke cried out and buried himself in Karla’s mouth. She bucked wildly and Mark drove deep one final time. He came with a strangled yell then released his hold on her arms. Karla shoved Luke back and wiggled away from Mark before either man could catch his breath.
“Are you all right?”
It was an odd question. Matthew generally showed no interest in their well-being. Still, Lorelle repeated it in Earthish so Karla could understand. The younger woman nodded and frantically gathered her discarded clothes. Accepting her assurance with a stiff nod, Matthew aimed his pulse pistol at Mark and pulled the trigger. Karla dove for cover with a startled yelp. Lorelle scrambled for the gun she’d lost moments before as Matthew turned his gun on Luke. When his comrades lay crumpled on the floor, Matthew returned his attention to Lorelle.
She crouched near the bunk, pistol tightly clutched between her hands. Amber light burned through the darkness in his eyes, casting his face into shadow. He seemed to shimmer around the edges then illumination burst through his skin. Lorelle shook. What the hell was this? A ripple began at his feet and swept up the length of his body, transforming his shape and sculpting his features.
He grew taller and broader. A supple brown vest accented his brawny arms and well-defined chest. Black pants of the same material hugged his lean hips and muscular thighs before disappearing into calf-high boots. His dark hair lengthened, becoming tiny dreadlocks that swept away from his face and fell to the middle of his back. Smooth, caramel-colored skin stretched over arrogant features. Unlike Matthew and the other guards, his skin tone was more gold than bronze. Was this man a different species or from a different region of this world? A short beard shadowed his jaw and authority emanated from his bearing.
Lorelle swallowed hard and focused on his eyes. The amber light faded leaving behind glistening teal. “Who are you?”
“There will be time for explanations later. Where are the other two humans?”
He hadn’t refused to answer, just postponed her curiosity. He’d incapacitated the enemy; she wasn’t about to argue with him. She pushed to her feet and tucked the pistol into the back of her pants. He watched the action in silent approval, waiting for her reply.
“The others were locked in a room across the hall, but we haven’t seen them in several days.” A shiver raced down her spine as a shadow separated itself from the wall. She took an automatic step back. “How many of you are there?”
The shadow darkened and solidified, becoming a man in the blink of an eye. Unlike the shapeshifter, this man materialized out of thin air. It was all Lorelle could do not to rub her eyes. The shadow-man was as light as the shifter was dark with burnished gold hair and a slightly tanned complexion. The ink-black center of his eyes receded, revealing pale green irises. Was he making himself appear more human or did the transformation indicate something she didn’t understand?
“There are only two of us,” the blond answered her nearly forgotten question. “That should be enough.” He softened the boast with a playful wink.
“Move out.” Expectation filled the shifter’s tone.
Questions flooded Lorelle’s mind. Knowing the shifter would be annoyed by any hesitation, she postponed the inevitable barrage.
“Don’t you have shoes?” the blond asked as they moved into the corridor.
“Our possessions were discarded before we left Earth,” Lorelle told him.
“We’re not going far,” the shifter said.
Lorelle kept Karla in front of her and watched for any sign of ambush. What had the shifter done with the real Matthew? She had so many questions.
A blast from the shifter’s pistol opened the door Lorelle pointed out and they found the other two captives huddled in the back corner of the room.
“It’s all right,” Karla assured them in Earthish. “They’re going to take us out of here.”
A lump formed in Lorelle’s throat as she heard Karla’s words. She wanted to be rescued as badly as the others, but how could they be certain they were being rescued and not c
aptured by a rival force?
Adrenaline had given her a momentary reprieve from the burning, but she knew it was just a matter of time before the virus reared its head again. She would never get through this unless she focused on one thing at a time.
The shifter hurried them through the building and up to the roof. A cool evening breeze caressed Lorelle’s face and her curious gaze swept her surroundings. Crumbling buildings pressed in on all sides, decaying and forgotten. Yet in the distance a massive metropolis rose against the hazy sky. Why had this section of the city been abandoned?
“Let’s go,” the shifter prompted.
He pointed to the ship waiting on the adjacent building and Lorelle’s heart fluttered with hope. This was real. They were being rescued! Nine humans had survived the crash along with two crewmembers. But they’d been divided into three small groups and taken to separate locations. Had these men located the others? As the shifter had said, there would be time for questions once they reached safety.
A daunting gap separated the two rooftops. On her best day she might be able to make the leap, but they’d been basically sedentary since leaving Earth. As if on cue, a hatch in the side of the ship opened and a ramp extended, providing a narrow walkway between the two buildings.
The blond man led the way. After crossing the ramp, he stood inside the hatch and helped each woman as she passed into the interior of the ship.
As Lorelle prepared to cross, the shifter proffered his hand. She accepted the assistance with a wan smile and his warm fingers enveloped hers. Damn, the man was big! She gained her footing and he stepped onto the ramp behind her. A warm tingle spiraled from the nape of her neck to her nipples and on to the apex of her thighs. Was the virus flaring again or was she just attuned to him?
Needing a distraction, she nodded toward the crest on the side of the ship. “Are you law enforcement?”
“Something like that.” He ducked through the hatch behind her and turned to retract the ramp.
The two men took their seats in the cockpit, leaving the women to secure themselves to the bench in back.