When we separate, both our chests are heaving. “Dor,” Cro grits out, “this isn’t right.”
Tin’s thumbs caress my tender, aching nipples. My insides tighten with desire. “I don’t care.” I spread my legs, and both men inhale sharply. “Take me.”
The two men exchange helpless glances. Tin rips a piece off my suit and pours liquid onto it. “This will cool you down.” He runs the cloth over my breasts and down my front. I tilt my hips in offering as his hand goes lower, but the moment I push forward, he stops. “If you want me to continue, you need to stay still.”
Whoa. Is this Tin’s bossy side? If so, I like it.
I obey. My need threatens to overwhelm me, and I am completely at Tin’s mercy. He rubs the cloth over my labia. Tingles spread out from my swollen clit, electricity pulsing to my nipples. “Do that again,” I sigh.
Tin’s eyes flash with heat. “Like this?” His finger slips along my clit, and I suck in a breath. He studies my face, continuing to stroke, noting every quiver and moan.
Cro moves next to me. His teeth nibble at my earlobe, and that light touch sends a stab of pure lust through me. His hair falls around his face as he leans in and kisses me, running his hands over my breasts, squeezing them until I’m whimpering and squirming with pleasure.
Tin crouches between my legs. His hot breath ghosts over my skin and I strain toward him until he kisses the inside of my thigh. “I thought I told you to stay still, Dor,” he says sternly. “Should I tie you down?”
This is the real Tin, I realize. The guy I met in the lab—depressed, dispirited, without hope—that wasn’t Tin at all. The Wicked Witch and her cronies have much to answer for.
Also, the idea of being tied down? Super-hot.
Cro reads my expression. His eyes dancing with amusement, he removes the belt from his jumpsuit. “Put your wrists together, Dor,” he orders.
I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. To Dor Pitts, poorly paid waitress at a video game arcade.
I do as Cro asks, and he ties my hands together thoroughly. I test the bindings, but there’s no give. “If you want out, you just have to ask,” he murmurs, his breath warming my skin. “But until then...” He takes one of my nipples between his teeth and nips lightly. Raw heat runs through me. This is just what I need. Two mouths on my skin. Four hands soothing my heated flesh, completely intent on pleasuring me. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Tin parts my folds and exhales against my exposed pussy. I moan, arching my back and thrusting my nipples into Cro’s mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind.
So good. Tin’s tongue circles my clit, and my fingers clench into fists in my bindings. I’m delirious with need, hot desire setting every nerve in my body ablaze. Then Tin’s mouth presses down on me, firmer and more intent, and I can’t hold on. A massive orgasm crashes through me.
More. I still need more, and the two aliens seem to know it.
Cro and Tin trade places. Cro spreads my legs wide. His hands grip my knees as he nibbles his way up to my pussy. My hips rock, rising up to meet his mouth. He drapes my legs over his shoulders. His tongue teases my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me, twisting them in a way that has me sobbing with lust. Then he adds a third finger, and I shatter.
My body convulses hard. Tin plunders my mouth with his tongue, and Cro does the same to my pussy. Their touch prolongs my pleasure, carrying me higher and higher. My climax crashes through me, and I begin the ascent again. And again. And again.
The last thing I see before I black out is Cro, mouth wet from my pussy, rising with a huge grin on his dimpled face.
Chapter Ten
Zlatin
Will she hate us when she wakes? I don’t know.
I shouldn’t have touched her, but the serum coursed through my veins as well, weakening my willpower. That’s no excuse, I remind myself. I should have been able to control my desire.
But what I feel for Dor is so much more than the results of a serum. She is our mate. The dragon inside me craves her, craves the completion of the mating bond.
By unspoken agreement, both Crothyr and I ducked around the issue. We told her that we transformed when we saw our mate, but neither of us told her the rest of the truth. The mating bond is complete only when we claim her, and until we’ve done that, we will not transform again.
Dor is fast asleep on the narrow bed. Crothyr pulls out his tablet. My friend has planned well; his safe house in Ryki is equipped with all the necessities. We can hole out here for days without running out of supplies.
He glances at the screen idly, then stiffens. “Bast,” he swears under his breath. “This complicates things.”
“What’s the matter?”
He pushes the tablet toward me. I look at it to see both our faces reflected back at me. Quickly, I read the rest of the message. There’s an empire-wide alert for Crothyr and me, and worse, the order has been signed by Lenox’s spymaster Ru’vi ab Crosu. “I didn’t think she’d move against her own kinsman.”
He laughs without humor. “My aunt took a very dim view of my decision to join the rebellion,” he says. “It gives the high emperor an advantage over her. Brunox, head of the council of scientists mocked her once in the Saaric, and she swore that she would not rest until I was captured and killed. However,” he adds thoughtfully, “while this order appears to originate from Ru’vi, I don’t think she signed it. The scientists would first have to admit they took someone from Earth.”
“It doesn’t matter. The result is the same. We’re not going to be able to get off the home world. Every port will be on high alert.”
Crothyr’s lips curl. “Tarish, then. I’ll send him a message.” His lips twist. “The commander will not be thrilled to hear from me. A family could retire with the bounty he put on my head.”
Tarish will come around. “It’s a good thing I took the vid.”
Chapter Eleven
Dorothy
I wake, warm, but not too warm. What time is it? Did I miss the alarm for work? Shit. Slimy Stan gets super-cranky when I’m late.
I roll over and hit a solid wall of muscle, and my memories return. Being abducted by aliens. Ending up in the lab of the mad scientists. Tin comforting me while the Wicked Witch pumped me full of hormones. The guards bringing in Cro in shackles.
Then the impossible had happened. Tin and Cro had turned into dragons. Because of me. Because I’m their mate.
Cro and Tin are fast asleep on either side of me. I remember. They were going to sleep on the floor, but I’d clung to them, and I wouldn’t let go.
My cheeks heat. I’d been so wanton last night. Had I really made them cut my jumpsuit off? Had I really grabbed Tin and dragged his mouth on mine? Had I really demanded that Cro join us?
Ugh. Awkward.
The thing is... last night was pretty damn amazing. The best night of my life. Even better than the day I hit the Top Five Board on StarShip Wars.
Waking up next to them is pretty damn nice too.
It can’t last. Tin’s words from last night come back to me. This part of the home world doesn’t see many outsiders. You’ll be noticed.
I’m not from here. I need to get back home. Even if there’s nothing there but a creepy boss, a dead-end job, and a ton of student loans.
I’ve known Tin and Cro for less than twenty-four hours. I don’t understand why the idea of leaving them fills me with a sense of loss.
“You’re awake.” Tin sits up, and the blanket falls to his waist. He’s naked, and those yummy abs come into view. Drool.
Cro lets out a snort and rolls to spoon me. His arm slips around my waist.
“Cro—” Tin starts, but I put my finger against his lips.
“Let him rest.” The man must be exhausted from giving me enough orgasms to make me pass out in ecstasy. Letting him sleep in is the least I can do.
“Are you feeling better?”
Head: Clear. Body: Temperature slightly elevated, but I’m willing to bet th
at’s because of the naked aliens on either side of me. Libido: In the red zone.
This time, my lust isn’t caused by the drug. This time, the lust is all mine.
Judging from the long, hard dick poking the back of my thigh, Cro’s pretty horny in the morning, too.
“I’m great. Really great. Last night, um... thank you.”
Tin studies me. “You remember.”
Oh, God. Does he regret last night? I did throw myself at them. I practically forced them to touch me. What if they didn’t want to?
It’s as if someone threw a bucket of ice water all over me. I draw the blankets up to my chin. “Can you get me something to wear?” There’s a quaver in my voice.
Cro sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Are you okay, Dor?” he asks, his tone concerned.
No. Not really. “Of course,” I lie brightly. My stomach chooses that moment to rumble loudly. Normally, I’d be mortified, but this morning, I’m glad for the diversion.
* * *
The guys get me breakfast—a weird crunchy cereal that’s spicy and salty, and more of last night’s curry. I’m hungry enough that I wolf down both, and when I’m done, I drink another bottle of the fluid. Tin shows me how to use the facilities, and I take a long shower.
Side note: This shower is amazing. Water spurts at me from every direction as soon as I step into the translucent space. After that, some kind of soap sprays out, and invisible hands appear to massage the cleanser into my skin. Okay, it’s probably some kind of nano-thingies, not magic. Then the hot water jets again, and finally, warm air fills the chamber. Bliss. I could stay in there all day.
When I’m dressed in another jumpsuit, I go out. Tin and Cro are sitting at the table, their heads bent over the tablet. “What’s going on?” I ask them.
Cro looks frustrated. “We’re waiting for a message from Tarish,” he says. Seeing my confused look, he adds, “He’s our commander. Tarish was not happy with my decision to look for Zlatin. Hopefully, he’ll come around soon. With the empire-wide alert on us...”
“What empire-wide alert?” I interrupt, alarmed.
“Last night, after you fell asleep, we discovered that there’s an alert for both Crothyr and me,” Tin says. “Which makes things complicated. We can’t buy seats on an off-planet ship, and we can’t rent a private one either. Everyone at the ports will be watching for us.”
At the idea of being back in that lab, my body turns cold. The two men must sense my terror because Tin puts a comforting arm around my shoulder. “I promised you before, Dor,” he says, his voice a reassuring rumble, his breath warm against my skin. “You will be safe. I will not let anything happen to you.”
“We contacted Tarish last night,” Cro explains. “He’ll be able to create a way out for us.”
“What if he decides not to help? Are we stuck here?” An idea strikes me. “Can’t you just transform into dragons and fly away?”
“No, the bond isn’t complete,” Cro replies. Tin flashes him a warning look, but it’s too late. I’ve already heard.
“Okay, guys.” I put my hands on my hips and lift my chin. I’ve already survived an alien abduction. My shock factor has a new, super-high setting. “I know you think you’re protecting me, and I admit, last night, I wasn’t ready for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But it’s a new day, I’ve had the best shower of my life, and the breakfast cereal was actually quite tasty. I’m as ready as I’m going to get, so tell me everything.” I take a deep breath. “Please?”
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform again.”
Claim their mate. Claim me.
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
Holy fucking shit. They’re talking about double penetration. How the hell is that going to work? I saw Tin naked back at the lab. He’s huge. If Cro’s similarly hung, they just won’t fit. There’s no way.
Is there? There’s a small part of me, the horny part, that’s encouraging me to keep an open mind.
“Okay, moving on.” I rub my legs together discreetly to relieve the ache there and hope the men haven’t noticed. Judging from Cro’s smirk, no such luck. “What’s the plan? If this guy, Tarish can get us off the planet, where are we going? Back to Earth?”
The Draekons exchange glances.
“To the rebel base,” Cro says.
“And then Earth, right? To drop me off?”
Tin doesn’t meet my eyes. Cro sighs heavily. “Earth’s complicated,” he says. “We have ships capable of the distance, of course, and Tarish will be happy to spare one to take you back. But Earth is in the neutral zone.”
“Totally confused here, guys.”
“The high empire is vast,” Tin explains, “but it does not control the entire universe. There are three major empires, and the Zorahn are one of them.”
So far, so good. I’m with them. This spiel reminds me of the introduction of most MMORPGs. In the beginning, there were three races. Dwarf, Elf, and Goblin. Then man came along and brought devastation to the realm. Blah blah blah.
Except, this time, the stakes are a matter of life and death, and so I’m listening pretty intently.
“More than a thousand years ago, the high emperor went to war to expand the Zorahn empire,” Tin says.
“That’s the origin of the Draekons,” Cro adds grimly. “We were created by the scientists to do their dirty work for them. For almost a hundred years, the Draekons were slave-soldiers of the high empire. But eventually, they rebelled. After much bloodshed on both sides, the Draekons won their freedom, but not for long. The scientists developed a virus that decimated our population. Their goal was to eliminate the Draekon gene.”
“Let me guess, it didn’t work.”
A smile curls on Tin’s lips. “Exactly. After the Draekon rebellion, the high emperor lost his soldiers, and he was forced to negotiate. The Triumvirate was formed, and the borders of all three empires were solidified. Unconquered planets were designated neutral, and contact with them was forbidden. The Great Peace holds to this day.”
“But a Zorahn ship landed on Earth five months ago,” I say. “They took a group of women back.” I suddenly realize something. “They’re probably here somewhere, right? Those women? On this planet?”
“The ship crashed on the prison planet,” Cro says bluntly. “The humans are dead.”
Fuck. A wave of sadness washes over me at the fate of those women. This time, it’s Cro who puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his body. “I’m sorry, Dor,” he says softly.
“That’s okay,” I say, my voice small. “I didn’t know them, really. I don’t know why I’m upset.” Actually, I do. I feel an odd sense of kinship with those fifteen women. I’m very far away from home, and they were my only tenuous connection to Earth. And now, they’re dead. “Tell me the rest of it. If Earth is in the neutral zone, how come the Zorahn ship landed there?”
“High Emperor Lenox paid the other members of the Triumvirate for the privilege of landing a ship in the neutral zone,” Tin replies. “It will take him decades to regain that lost wealth. There will be no more Zorahn ships on Earth anytime soon.”
Cro holds me close. “Of course, some ships slip through the cracks, like the drone ship that took you. But it’s risky. The Triumvirate will shoot on sight.” He caresses my cheek, and that light touch makes me shiver. Goosebumps rise on my skin. “I will risk my life gladly for you, Dor, but I won’t risk yours. You’re our mate. Every instinct in my body demands I protect you.”
This time, the warmth I feel isn’t really sexual. It’s fuzzier. Until I met Tin and Cro, I never had anyone watching out for me. It’s a r
eally nice feeling. A girl could get used to it.
What about Earth? It sounds like I can never go back again.
Well, is that really such a loss, Dor? Are you dying to get back to Slimy Stan? To the teen creeps? To the other losers who leer at your rack and pinch your butt on a daily basis?
Not really.
“Can I ask you something else? Last night, you could have claimed me. We all know I was pretty damn willing. Why didn’t you?”
Both men shake their heads. “Last night,” Tin says softly, “what you were feeling was a result of Ashl’vi’s serum. I want you, Dor. Never doubt that. But when we claim you, it will be because you want it too. Of your own free will.”
Hand to God, I’m swooning. Seriously. Can these guys get any dreamier?
A beep from the tablet distracts us. Tin glances at the screen. “We have an answer from Tarish.”
Chapter Twelve
Crothyr
Tarish’s note is, as expected, terse.
Crothyr, you stupid idiot, are you trying to get everyone in the rebellion killed? An empire-wide alert, by all that is sacred in the gardens of Caeron.
I should leave you out to dry, but thankfully for your sorry ass, I like Zlatin. For his sake and for the sake of the human woman that’s trapped in the middle of all this, yes, I’ll extract the three of you.
There’s a drone ship in the northern wilds. Obiko Sector AT-478 RM 320 Z1. It will remain there until the twin suns rise tomorrow. Since you’ve managed to evade my bounty hunters, I’m quite sure you’ll be able to get there in time.
Also, did those butchers hurt Zlatin?
My grin grows as I read the note out loud.
When I’m done, Dor looks worried. “He sounds really angry,” she says. “Are you going to be okay?”
Zlatin chuckles. “That’s just Tarish. He snarls a lot, but he means well. If he were really angry, he wouldn’t send help.”
“And he wouldn’t ask after Zlatin’s health,” I add. “No, Tarish isn’t the problem. Getting to the Obiko Sector, on the other hand...” I rub my jaw thoughtfully. “It’s a long journey, and the shuttle I have outside doesn’t have great shielding. We’re going to need a better one.” I get to my feet. “Time to go beg Nevvi for another favor, and hope her asking price isn’t too high.”
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