A Menage Made On Madison [The Federation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Serena Akeroyd

  When he nodded his assent, and passed over the key card to his room, Parker turned her back on the room and glanced over the five twenty-foot-long shelves that housed over six hundred different liquors and required a stepladder to reach the highest ones.

  Hadean Lixir had a shelf of its own at the very top, and considering the Sliuguzerd was staying in a Presidential Suite, something his key card had told her, she reached for the most expensive bottle up there. The bar could recuperate some of its Happy Heura losses with the twenty-thousand dollar a shot beverage.

  The bottle was hot to the touch when she reached for it, but she knew she was lucky. The glass absorbed the alcohol content within, and could go from tepid to scalding within the space of five mins. Sliuguzerds, sick bastards as they were, considered their bartender’s burns as part of the ritual of drinking Hadean Lixir. It was their idea of entertainment.

  The better the burn, the bigger the tip, so few bar staff ever tried to handle the bottle with gloves. Sliuguzerds tended to make it worth their while to endure the painful graft required after a Hadean Lixir bottle burn.

  Her own client was disappointed as she descended the steps and placed the bottle on the side with very little reaction to its heat. She reached for a shot glass, poured in a measure, and then set it alight with a lighter. Once the flame had burned off, she did this twice more, then set the shot in front of the Sliuguzerd.

  He looked down at the drink with an awe that was almost amusing—five eyes all wide-open, and its fleshy mouth on the brink of drooling—she could see the excess saliva gathering through the creature’s translucent cheeks. Sexy or what?

  He picked up the small glass, touching it as though it were spun from Iweshain spider-web lace—something more costly than even his twenty-thousand-dollar-a-pop shot—and placed it under his nose. He gently scented the liquor, once, twice, inhaling the smell only a Sliuguzerd could stand, then placed it to his lips. Parker watched as he sank the liquor bank, coughed once, grinned, then fell off his stool and slammed to the ground behind him.

  The creature’s collapse triggered a round of applause that had Parker smiling as she contacted the desk for help in the Sliuguzerd’s removal from the bar.

  It took five mins for a six-strong team to arrive, and in those five mins, Parker left the revolting creature on the floor. She only peered over the counter to watch as the Hadean Lixir was absorbed by its digestive system. The usual pale snot-green of the Sliuguzerd’s skin turned bright blue, then dark red, then swirled through all the known colors of the Federation rainbow before returning to its customary revolting shade—watching the cycle was the bartender’s form of entertainment.

  “Here’s his key pass, Drake,” Parker told one of the workers, as she handed over the card, then watched as all six grunted and groaned as they heaved the Sliuguzerd into a custom-built chariot produced for such occasions as these—for every bottle of Hadean Lixir sold, the brewers shipped a chariot alongside it.

  After the floor show, some of the bar’s residents moved toward the counter, and the lounge started to pick up in pace. Parker requested help from reception, and the rest of her four-heura shift passed in a blur of activity. When her replacement arrived, Parker gladly rescinded control to a friendly Ephanian called Josieu, and with relief headed over to reception and away from the loud bar.

  The flurry of activity had quenched the need just thinking about sex had stirred. Now she was on the brink of heading back to their suite, she thought about Knox, naked on the bed, save for her covering him. The thought immediately had her tingling. But she pushed her need to the side for the moment. The hotel had to come first sometimes.

  “Is everything going okay, Tinalu?” she asked the receptionist on duty. “No difficult clients?”

  Tinalu shook her head. “No, Maseign.” Maseign was Ms. in Earthling dialect. “Everything is going fine. We had that party of eleven Peakagranians arrive, and they checked in with ease.”

  Parker cocked a brow. “Seriously?”

  Tinalu nodded. “Yes. We were surprised, too. We had the fire extinguishers on hand as you’d instructed, but there was no need for it.”

  “Well done,” she praised, and it was praise well-deserved. Peakagranians had a nasty temper. Especially when it came to trades. If their rooms weren’t to their satisfaction, they would quite easily set something on fire—they could control the element with their minds. It made them a bloody trial to work with. “Any other hiccups?”

  “The landing port contacted us to inform us of a delay with the scheduled space shuttle. But that’s it.”

  “Fantastic. I can leave the desk in your capable hands, then. Where’s Monseign Baxx?” she asked. Monseign was the Federation’s version of Mr.

  “In his office, Maseign,” Tinalu replied with a friendly smile.

  Nodding at Tinalu, and deciding against looking over the register as was her custom, Parker headed for the bank of elevators with two things on her mind—Knox’s cocks.

  Taking the private elevator that led to their suite and their offices, only accessible by a few managers and three different kinds of keycards, Parker started the journey to her home.

  On the top floor, their rooms were above the clouds on this part of the planet. The elevator was glass, and it was a good job she wasn’t frightened of heights, because it was a hell of a long way down. If anything she was scared of small spaces, but with the glass showing every part of the Madison Hotel complex, she was in the largest imaginable area.

  To the east, there were the internal gardens. Madison, the planet, and not the hotel, was inhospitable outside of the allotted living areas, which had atmospheric control. Each living area was encased in a dome, and each dome was linked to the other domes via underground tunnels.

  Because of the uninhabitable atmosphere on Madison, internal gardens were the only way to see anything green. They covered a good three acres of land and were filled with five-hundred varieties of flora that came from all over the Federation. The huge expanse of space, combined with the unusual mixture of flowers and plants, made the gardens very popular with their guests. Especially the Neocranians, who were uncomfortably insectoid in appearance rather than humanoid.

  Not a semanal passed where the gardeners didn’t complain about awakening to the grass littered with Neocranian eggs. Parker didn’t want to know how the hell they got there, or what the Neocranians had to do to put them there. And she was damned grateful she wasn’t in charge of clean-up duty. She’d seen the eggs, and had seen the Neocranian’s version of spunk littering the grass.

  Shuddering at the horrid visual memory, she switched her thoughts from those centered on alien mating habits, and moved her gaze onto the west bank, where the shops were. From this height, she could see the huge crowds swarming the large commercial center that housed designer brands from over thirty different planets.

  The north and south were taken up by the residential areas of the hotel complex, the rooms, the dining areas, as well as the lounges.

  Every time she climbed the hundreds of floors to her quarters, she had a hard time taking it all in. This, every inch of it, belonged to her. It was a powerful feeling. One that made her feel very secure, which for an Earthling was rare, and because of that, priceless. Knowing Earth was no more, knowing there was no other home than the one she made for herself, it came as a relief to behold her place in Federation society.

  She knew it was thanks to Knox. Her security was down to him, and she fell in love with him a little harder every deya for that.

  By the time the door pinged and spat her out into Knox’s office, she felt a little misty-eyed. Seeing him sitting at his desk, studiously bent over the books, she murmured, “You know, I was just thinking how much I love you. I didn’t think I could love you more, but then you just keep on astonishing me.”

  His head shot up, both in surprise and pleasure at her interruption, then he grinned, slowly. The faintly cyan shade of his lips quirked with amusement at her words. He settled back i
nto his seat, rocked a little, and asked, “And what have I done to deserve such a declaration?”

  Parker just shrugged a shoulder and continued to cross the office. This was where Knox’s own home comforts came into play. It was a Shuzon haven. Thick carpeting underfoot hid the underfloor heating, which kept the temperature to a tropical warmth. Woods native to Shuzon, and very expensive to import, made up the furniture, from the wide desk, with its carvings of Shuzon flowers, to the bookshelves, the sofa, and filing cabinets.

  Shuzons preferred natural substances in their living environments. So, it was rare to find anything metallic or plastic—usually only sources of light or computational systems were permitted.

  Depictions of Shuzon landscapes lined the room, his parents and family were immortalized in a hologram that filled an entire wall, and the other was left to a huge expanse of glass that looked out onto the complex, but mostly onto a sea of clouds.

  “You breathe,” she told him teasingly, perching her butt on the edge of the desk as soon as she reached it. “That always makes me fall harder for you.”

  He pressed a hand to the small expanse of knee bared by the hotel uniform. Knees were generally the only part of the female body that caused no offense to any species. Leucrens hated feet, Nurdors were repulsed by the sight of cleavage. As it was, the female staff wore thin turtleneck sweaters, skirts to just above the knee, and thin, leather boots. The males wore shirts and trousers. Such garments were universally accepted by all the races.

  At the press of his hand, Parker had to repress a shiver. That didn’t stop the little volcanic bubble in her pussy at the simplest of his touches.

  She saw his nostrils flare and knew he’d caught her scent. That was one of the embarrassing things about being mated to a Shuzon—they knew, because of their developed sense of smell, when a female had her period, when she was ovulating, and when she was horny. They could detect more, changes in mood, and even illness.

  When he gritted his jaw but said nothing else, she knew he was going to ignore her arousal. Ignore it as he’d been ignoring her needs for the last three weeks, or semanals in Federation speak. She knew it was for her own sake, but damn, it was starting to hurt.

  “I need you, Knox.” She broached the topic purposely. Knowing it might stoke an argument, but it was imperative anyway. There was no way she could last another semanal without him.

  Considering Shuzons had impossibly high sex drives, his body must have been driving him the same as hers had.

  He shook his head. “I’m busy, Parker.”

  “Tough. We need to talk about this.”

  “What’s to talk about? If I give in, you’ll be in bed for the next thirty heurs.”

  “If you don’t, I might just tear your bloody office apart,” she gritted out, leaning over him, hoping to entice him with her scent. When his nostrils flared again, she leaned a little closer, until her face was inches from his.

  In comparison to human males, he wasn’t handsome. But to her, he was. Had always been, and she didn’t really know why. Just like humans, he had two eyes and ears, one nose, and a mouth. His eyes were amethyst in color, Rafer’s were ruby red. Aside from that and their hair, they were identical, from the rugged jaw with the turquoise stubble, only this kind didn’t cause a rash, if anything, when it rubbed against her inner thighs or her cheek, it was like being caressed by a feather. His broad forehead had faint ridges at the temples, which were highly sensitive. If she nibbled one now, he’d be a goner. Hell, she might have to resort to that if he didn’t concede to her needs.

  His hair was like the notte, only the endless black was streaked with amethyst instead of stars, just as Rafer’s was streaked with ruby. Knox wore his long, to his shoulders. Rafer’s was military short. The streaks were almost invisible in the short bristles.

  At an Earthling’s six-seven, they both towered over her. They possessed a similar structure to a human, but their muscles were larger, and their limbs were longer. Sleeping on Knox was like sleeping on a stone—their muscles had no give to them whatsoever.

  They had five fingers on each hand like humans, but six toes per foot. And each digit was super sensitive. If she nibbled his big toe, trailed her tongue down over the arch of his foot, he could come. She’d only done it a few times, not wanting to waste his hard-on, but the digits, along with the ridges at his temple, were the most sensitive parts of his body. Even his cocks weren’t as susceptible to touch.

  Many Earthlings would probably wonder what the hell was wrong with her, being as attracted to Knox as she was, but there was something about him. Something that was just attuned to her. The minute she’d set eyes on him, even though that had happened under frightening circumstances, one glimpse and she’d seen her future.

  Not that she was a clairvoyant or anything, but she’d seen him and known him for who he was going to be to her. Her everything. Just like it was supposed to be in his culture.

  “Please,” she whispered on a breath, moistening her bottom lip with her tongue. Her lashes fluttered as he swallowed, the sound almost a gulp in the otherwise quiet room. Spotting his weakness, she pressed her hand to his jaw and went in for the kill, trailing her fingers up, over the sharp jut of his cheekbone and to the ridges at his temple. She gently caressed them, watching with relief as his eyes closed, then she bent at the waist and pressed her tongue to the firm bumps. They were diagonal, raised lines that scored the sides of his forehead, almost impossible to spot unless you were a few inches away from them, and when she licked in between the ridges, and he tensed, she knew she had him.

  His eyes flashed open, the amethyst orbs deepening in color with his arousal. His lips parted, baring the pointed fangs common to his race, and a growl rumbled from him.

  Then he moved.

  And she didn’t stand a chance.

  He grabbed her by the waist and spun her ‘round. His chair squeaked as he stood, and, with one hand, pushed her over the desk. With the other, he dragged up her skirt, then pulled down her panties when her ass was on display. He kicked her feet apart, just enough that her cunt lips parted, then quivered as they were embraced by the air.

  She stood there, exposed for seconds, wondering if he’d changed his mind when he didn’t make another move to touch her, hoping to God he hadn’t, needing him so desperately she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this way before.

  When his hands trailed down her inner thighs, scoring them with his nails, she shuddered and pressed her face into the desk. The scent of the Napalmi oil that coated the wood filled her nostrils, and several styluses and ledgers dug into the soft curve of her belly, but she ignored them. She focused on her mate’s touch, needing to concentrate on him, to soak in every part of what was going to happen.

  It would probably be another mens before he touched her again, so she needed to hold onto this moment.

  The thought was almost enough to make her weep, but before she could, his breath washed over her cunt, and she screamed as his lips dove onto her pussy and sucked. Unlike human lips, which had comparatively little muscle control, Shuzons were capable of moving their lips to surround any shape. Shuzon females didn’t possess clits, but Knox had soon discovered her pleasure bud and had also discovered how hard it made her scream when his lips suctioned down.

  Her shrieks filled the room as he tugged and pulled, endlessly sucking down, engorging the nub with blood. When his fingers sank into her, she heard the squelching sounds, felt the wet heat as her juices coated her inner thighs. She began to cry, out of desperation now. Need battered her. Her orgasm was close yet so far. She thrashed on the desk, until finally he let go, but he didn’t let her fly over the edge, something that earned him an exhausted whimper. His Laesi silk shirt, and the Shuzon version of jeans, only made from hemp rather than cotton, rubbed against her naked lower half as he moved to his feet and covered her.

  When his lips caressed the outer shell of her ear, she shuddered, and at his words, her pussy creamed that little bit harder.

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sp; “For teasing me,” he gritted out, his voice guttural, so deep and gruff it was like a hotline to her cunt. “You’ll take them both, Parker.”

  A sob escaped her at his threat, and she scrabbled upright, but he grabbed her hands and tugged them overhead. Pinning her down to the table, he laughed. The sound was husky and sexy as hell. “You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.”

  His fingers returned to her cunt. He covered them in her juices, plunging them deep only for them to disappear, and she knew he was lubing up his dicks with her own wetness.

  She shuddered at the thought, then shuddered a little harder when the blunt head of his primary cock nudged her parted cunt lips. His groan told him how she pleased him, but she knew the sounds of his enjoyment also stemmed from what he was doing with his hand, gripping his two shafts at the base and turning two into one.

  The two cocks were one on top of each other. The secondary shaft was slightly thicker but shorter, wider at the base. The primary was incredibly long, long enough to hurt. Each was designed for maximum possible impregnation. One plugged the sperm in, the other made sure the seed went as deep as it could. They were not, however, meant to go in the same hole, especially not when Shuzon females had two vaginas. That hadn’t stopped Knox before, though. Particularly when he thought to punish her.

  Shuddering at the thought, she cried out at the feeling of his second cock spreading her pussy lips wider apart. The instant both heads had breached her cunt, each subsequent inch was hard-won. He moved, slowly, infinitesimally, his cocks gaining ground simply because he was too stubborn to stop.

  A few times she whimpered, but never out of pain. There was the incredible sensation of fullness, sometimes so much so, fear throbbed through her, but it fed her need. Making her writhe her hips and urge him on.

  He didn’t stop until the thick base of his secondary shaft was tight against the entrance to her cunt. And by that time, she was moaning, panting, wriggling on the desk. Sweat beaded her brow at his girth, as her pussy felt choked, strangled by his presence.