Aiden and Ky

by Allyson James

  Ky tossed her silk tunic to her. “You should probably get dressed.”

  Brianne caught the fabric and pressed it to her skin, no longer ashamed of being naked in front of him. He stood too far away from her, out of reach. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and lean her head against his chest and say, Thank you for showing me what pleasure is like.

  She wanted to know if he liked how she looked, if he’d enjoyed touching her and spanking her as much as she had enjoyed him doing it. Please make some sign that this was special to you.

  Ky remained still, his expression unreadable. It was Aiden who slid his warm arms around her from behind and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You are delectable. I knew you would be.” Another kiss. “The train doesn’t go back until first thing tomorrow, so you’d better find a place to stay.”

  Brianne had known that and had already made arrangements to stay in what passed for luxurious accommodation out here, keeping up her “meditation” pretense.

  Ky tucked his flogger back into his pocket. “She’ll have a private transport come meet her. Her kind always do.”

  She began a hot retort, but stopped because of course she’d arranged private transport to her hotel. He read her well.

  Ky gave her a knowing look, then he turned and walked away. Her gaze riveted to his leather-clad backside, likely as he wanted it to. He pulled open the door to the next train compartment—fortunately empty—and sauntered through.

  Aiden tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. “You were beautiful, Brianne.

  Sweet dreams.”

  A wink and a smile, and he followed Ky out of the car.

  Brianne remained where she was, clothes against her chest, heart beating hard.

  Reality began to trickle past the Shareem pheromones and the endorphins they’d stirred inside her.

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  She’d just had sexual play with two men—two Shareem—in a train car. And loved every minute of it.

  This is my punishment, she realized. Not Ky’s flogger stinging her, but knowing what it felt like to experience true sexual pleasure and knowing she’d likely not have it again.

  Ky had gotten his revenge, and she’d walked right into it.

  The train jerked and the lighted station ahead loomed large. Brianne jumped, gave a little squeak, and hurriedly threw on her clothes, finishing just as the hover train jolted to a halt in the barren station.

  As she departed the train, she looked up and down the empty platform but saw no sign of the two Shareem. They were gone.

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  Chapter Six

  Two and Three

  Aiden and Ky headed for the small inn near the train station that took Shareem, the landlady not caring much who her customers were as long as they paid in advance.

  Ky transferred money from his account, it being his turn to pay, and they went up the stairs to the room they usually took, small and over the dank kitchen.

  Aiden quickly closed the door and leaned on it. His face was flushed, eyes filled with blue. “I’m never doing that again, being with someone that sexy and not releasing.

  I’m dying.”

  Ky didn’t answer, but began stripping off his clothes. He needed to release too and his brain was too tense for him to answer. Aiden closed the storm shutters that were encased with dust, and sneezed.

  “Sandstorm might be coming,” he said. “The wind smells wrong.”

  Ky didn’t care right now about Bor Narga’s winds kicking up walls of sand that could tear flesh from bones. He’d weathered a sandstorm in this inn before. The shutters had held but leaked sand inside and made the sheets gritty.

  Ky finished taking off his clothes and unclasped the leather that held his thong in place. He fetched towels from the bathroom and spread them on the bed and then opened Aiden’s box of oils.

  As Aiden watched, Ky pulled out an amber-colored bottle, the oil in this one smelled a little of chocolate. He liked the exotic scent and Aiden always kept some made up for him.

  “I bet Brianne’s hotel room is lush,” Aiden said. He stripped off his tunic and let it fall on the floor. “The bed must be soft and smell good with her in it.”

  “The hotel won’t let Shareem in,” Ky said.

  “Don’t ruin my fantasies. She was hot, you have to admit.”

  “Yes. That’s why I need release.” Ky sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his legs, parting them. “If she’d been boring, I’d be watching a digital.”

  “If you watched a digital about farming right now you’d still be excited.” His blue gaze drifted along Ky’s groin. “I’ve never seen you this hard.”

  “I had incentive.”

  Ky poured oil into his palm and slid his hand up his shaft from balls to tip. He closed his eyes at the sensation, which was slightly relieving but not enough. More oil, another soothing stroke.

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  His cock was hard and dark, the large tip almost purple. He knew Aiden was right—he’d never been this aching before, even after teasing a woman without releasing himself. But the scent of Brianne covered in Aiden’s oil and the taste of her skin, the heat of her pussy had been good. So good.

  Even better had been Aiden’s fingers caressing his as they both stroked her, and Aiden’s tongue hard in his mouth. The combination of woman and man—he’d never felt anything so potentially explosive in his existence.

  He pleasured himself in long, squeezing strokes, trying to build the excitement so that he could release before he ignited. The excitement heightened, but not near enough. It didn’t help that Aiden watched, his eyes betraying his arousal, not to mention the elongated cock that sprang out when he tossed aside his loincloth.

  Usually they released without paying attention to each other, but after yesterday, something had changed.

  “Come here,” Ky ordered. “Help me.”

  Aiden sat next to him on the bed. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Touch me. I need to come.”

  Aiden moved his large hand toward him. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. For the gods’ sake. Before I die.”

  Aiden brushed his thumb across Ky’s tip. Ky groaned and thrust his hips upward.

  “More.”

  Ky held his cock firmly at the base while Aiden played with his tip, Aiden’s Shareem body roasting hot against Ky’s arm. He turned his head to see Aiden’s perfect face, his eyes riveted on Ky. Their mouths hovered near each other, not kissing but breaths tangling.

  Not enough.

  “Stand up,” Ky said.

  Aiden unwound his fingers from Ky and rose to his feet. Ky stood and faced the bed, pressing his thighs against the hard mattress. Aiden seemed to know what he wanted. He stepped behind Ky, his cock pressing against Ky’s ass, and snaked his hand around to Ky’s front.

  Ky poured more oil directly on his shaft and he and Aiden smoothed the oil over it together. He studied Aiden’s brown fingers and his own browner ones against his staff, liking the contrast, and damn did he like the feel.

  Ky did a few strokes then let Aiden take over. Aiden’s expert fingers traced Ky’s flange then drew down either side of his staff to his balls. Aiden’s breath was warm in his ear, his hardness gently nestling between Ky’s buttocks. Ky groaned softly, liking the scent of Aiden mixed with the scent of Brianne still on them. He closed his eyes.

  So this was what it was like to give yourself into the hands of a level one. They were experts in sensuality, able to soothe and excite by simple touching.

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  When their touch moved beyond the simple, they became masters. Aiden knew exactly how much to play and squeeze, exactly how much pressure to use on Ky’s stem and when to circle the tip with light fingers. Aiden tickled and played with Ky’s balls, before closing his hand completely around his shaft in one smooth stroke. Oil welled up under Aiden’s fingers and beaded around Ky�
��s flange. Aiden’s hand moved in sensual rhythm, up and down, stroke by stroke. His body warmth covered Ky, his free hand splayed across Ky’s abdomen.

  Ky leaned back against him. “No wonder you’re always happy,” he gasped. “If this is how you bring yourself off.”

  “It’s a gift,” Aiden murmured. He nibbled Ky’s ear.

  As a Dom Ky didn’t allow anything so playful as ear-nibbling. But Aiden could do it. His best friend, his roommate, his confidant.

  His lover?

  What would it be like to be his lover all the way? To slide an oiled cock into Aiden’s tight ass and run his hands over his perfect body? To have Aiden moan with bliss and beg him for more?

  Ky felt a twinge in his left arm and hastily drew a black curtain over the vision. Too dangerous. Don’ t go there.

  Aiden stroking him didn’t seem to be a problem, but then it was nothing different than what a woman would do to him.

  Stroking me. Kissing me. I’ ll have to be content with that.

  Ky could do much more with Brianne d’Aroth. That was allowed. Besides, she had a sweet ass. He’d flogged it red then watched as Aiden soothed the hurt away. If he could do that again, then share her with Aiden, or maybe tie Aiden up and only let him watch Ky fill Brianne, he’d be a happy man. His heart leapt and his cock did too. Aiden chuckled and licked his ear.

  The sandstorm hit, shaking the walls and banging the shutters, building in intensity until it sounded like a thousand pieces of machinery rumbling all at once.

  “Damn storms,” Aiden muttered.

  “Doesn’t matter. No one will hear us. This is fucking good.”

  “Why haven’t we tried it before?” Aiden asked.

  Ky knew damn well why, but now wasn’t the time to explain. This was the time to lean against Aiden and let Aiden do his thing.

  “I love your cock,” Aiden said in his ear. “I love watching you fuck with it. You’re a master.”

  “I’ve practiced.”

  “You’re Shareem. But it’s more than that.”

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  Ky thought he might explain, but Aiden fell silent. Ky pressed his own fingers against his sac, feeling the seed pulse. He pinched a fold of skin, wanting to prolong the delight.

  Aiden’s body was roasting hot against his back, and Ky could tell his friend was building toward climax. His cock rubbed Ky’s ass like he wanted to come in, but wouldn’t without permission.

  Not yet. We gotta take it slow.

  Aiden gasped. “Oh no.”

  “What?” Ky asked thickly.

  “You’re so fucking good.” Aiden made a noise of pleasure and bit Ky’s ear. “I’m coming.”

  “Doesn’t mean you can stop.”

  Aiden squeezed Ky hard, just as Ky felt Aiden’s hot seed cover his backside. The pulsing inside him built to the breaking point, and he could no longer hold it back.

  “Sweet gods.” He groaned his release as thin ropes of come shot through Aiden’s fingers and onto the waiting towels.

  Aiden grabbed Ky by the nape of the neck and started kissing him, the deep hot kiss of release.

  “Do me,” he said, his eyes still an aroused blue. He took Ky’s fingers and wrapped them around his already hardening cock. “Do me now.”

  Ky hesitated a moment, wanting badly to touch and caress his friend in return. He waited just long enough for the warning twinge to begin in his arm.

  Alarm swirled through him and he let his hand drop. “No. I can’t.”

  He didn’t imagine the hurt in Aiden’s eyes this time. He saw it plainly—along with his anger.

  The sandstorm escalated, beating at the shutters and sending a thin stream of sand through the cracks to sting their eyes.

  “Stuff a towel or something in that damn window,” Ky said.

  Wiping his eyes, his erection hot and heavy, he stalked to the bathroom where it took him a half-hour to coax water from the reluctant pipes.

  When he returned from his unsatisfying shower, he found Aiden dressed and watching a digital, the sound turned up to be heard over the storm. A sheet protruded from the crack in the shutters and only a tiny trickle of sand spattered to the floor.

  The two did not speak for the rest of the night.

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  The train left Elred after dawn, carrying people into the city to work. There was one first-class car and Brianne was its only occupant.

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  Brianne sat back in the private compartment and sighed as the train headed for open desert. She could not quite believe she’d ridden in this train last evening in the working-class car and let two Shareem pleasure her.

  When she’d awakened this morning she’d groggily imagined it a dream, but when she’d come fully awake, the reality rushed back at her. She lay in a bland hotel room instead of her own bed, and she had indeed let Aiden tie her to a cool pole and Ky slap her with a flogger.

  She blushed at the memory, but part of her warmed in excitement. It had been real.

  She’d called Harbourgh, the captain of her guard, and informed him that she’d stayed in Elred overnight so as not to interrupt her meditation. His look had said, whatever, but he’d murmured a respectful, “Yes, m’lady.”

  She thought of the slick feel of Aiden’s hands spreading oil on her body, the growling impatience of Ky, the sting of leather across her backside, the way her heart had leapt when Aiden and Ky had kissed each other in front of her.

  Their tongues had probed each other’s mouths, eyes closing, lashes resting on strong cheekbones. It never would have occurred to her that seeing men kissing each other would turn her on so.

  Then again, they had been two very attractive, sexy men.

  Ky had a rugged sexiness she’d never quite forget. His growling voice, his hard body, the way his blue gaze bore right into her. Aiden’s sinful handsomeness also made her heart flutter, but not in the same way as Ky’s did.

  Gods, please don’ t tell me I’ m falling for a bondage master who hates me for imprisoning his best friend.

  She couldn’t fall for anyone. I’ m getting married and will create a daughter who will head committees and smile for the digitals.

  The girl-child would have the best combination of genes from herself and Dranis.

  That meant she’d have brown hair and brown eyes and a pleasant face, not too pretty, because women of Bor Narga should admire her but not envy her.

  Why did Brianne suddenly see a toddling girl-child with bright blue eyes and a winsome Shareem-like smile? She’d be adorable.

  She stopped the thought. Shareem could not impregnate women, they were forbidden to on threat of death. They had inoculations every half year to keep them infertile.

  Why is this the first time I’ ve thought that practice cruel?

  She could do something about it. She was Brianne d’Aroth and she had the power of her position. She was good at helping make the lives of the poor and working class a little better, why not the lives of Shareem?

  Would anyone listen to her if they knew she’d just enjoyed letting two Shareem pleasure her? Or would they think her as besotted as Talan d’Urvey?

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  The difference was, Talan had boldly stayed with her Shareem and married him. It was likely Brianne would never see hers again.

  Why do I think of them as mine? They are the ones who coerced me out here. I couldn’ t possess them if I tried.

  Strange that the world saw them as sex slaves when they were so clearly in charge of any encounter.

  A sense of someone watching her broke this troubling train of thought. She turned to see Aiden in the corridor outside her compartment, his fingers pressed to the window. He studied her like he might study a strange plant specimen in a botanical exhibit, head tilted to one side, lips twitching like he might burst out laughing any minute.

  He smiled a broad smile when she looked at him, then he made a face against the window
and she laughed.

  She touched the control to noiselessly slide open the door panel. “Please come in.

  There’s plenty of room.”

  Aiden’s tall body dwarfed the doorway. “Shareem aren’t allowed in first class. I was on my way to the loo. There’s a line at the one in the other car.”

  “Why should you ride on crowded benches when you can sit on cushions? I’ll pay the difference in fares.”

  His grin widened. “Hey, I could get used to being your boy toy.” He winked. “You sneak me in here, and I’ll do it.”

  “Ky as well.”

  His smile faded. “Ky’s in one hell of a bad mood this morning. But I’ll tell him.”

  He sent her another warm glance then turned and sauntered away. He certainly knew how to make a woman look at every inch his body. Brianne closed the door again and waited, wondering if he’d come back—with or without Ky.

  Brianne d’Aroth never broke the rules. And now here she was wanting to allow not one but two Shareem into her train compartment. She doubted the train attendant would refuse to let a member of the d’Aroth family do as she would, but if her grandmother ever found out…

  Twenty- eight years old and I’ m still worried about being called in front of my grandmother.

  But Clothilde d’Aroth, ruler of Bor Narga, was a formidable woman and didn’t take embarrassment to the family lightly.

  Aiden did return twenty minutes later, Ky in tow. Well, maybe not in tow. Ky proceeded him by five paces, his face dark.

  The compartment had seemed roomy, but when Aiden and Ky arranged themselves on the sofa opposite her, they nearly crowded her out. Aiden stretched out his long legs and rested his head on Ky’s shoulder. Ky folded his arms and stared out the window. Clearly Aiden had talked fast and long to get Ky to come here at all.

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  Brianne touched a control to gray out the windows for privacy. She’d already darkened the outside windows against the glare of the morning sun, though they could still watch the scenery rushing by. She offered them chilled wine from the small bar built into the wall, which Aiden gulped down with relish and Ky refused.