Until something warm and thick clamped around my ankle.
Holy fuck.
“You are mine, mate. Mine to command. Do you wish for your freedom? Simply say the word.”
Freedom? He slipped his finger back inside my ass, then out. Teasing me. My wrists were bound, and now he was restraining my legs, too? I was going to melt into a pool of dark chocolate and wet pussy if he didn’t hurry.
“No.” Don’t stop. That’s what I was thinking, but I couldn’t speak as he took my other ankle and clamped another restraint around it.
“I am going to open you up, mate. I want to see that nice, wet pussy. You will hide nothing from me.” As he spoke, he pushed my ankles up and to the side, bending my knees so that they came up toward my shoulders. My back curved, lifting my hips toward the ceiling, placing my pussy open and on display. I didn’t need to be able to see to know that I was exposed like I’d never been before. Ever. I couldn’t move, couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t twist or turn or clench hard enough to close my ass cheeks. I was his to do with what he willed.
As the air cooled my heated flesh, I heard him move again seconds before something cold closed around my nipple. He placed some kind of clamp around first one, then the other. They were cold. Hard. It hurt… and it didn’t.
I gasped, writhing as the biting pain morphed into heat as if there was a current that connected my nipples directly to my clit.
“I’m not done, mate. You are beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful.” His words calmed me, and I managed not to jump when I felt something cold and wet slide around the virginal entrance of my ass. “Alarr needs you to be ready for him, mate. He told you he’d fuck your ass, didn’t he?”
I nodded, one of the only parts of me that could move.
“You are going to take this inside your ass, and then I am going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
I was panting as he slowly, methodically worked a long, cold plug of some kind into my ass. It stretched me wider than his finger, went deeper, too. I’d never done anything like this before, but then, I’d never been tied up, blindfolded, and about to fuck an alien I’d met less than a day ago.
I’d never begged before my arrival on this planet, either. Alarr and Teig had taken care of that.
Cold stretched me as Oran worked my ass. In. Out. Slowly. I panted as his movement caused stinging tingles to spread, then sighed when they passed to a burning pleasure. He’d move then, deeper. Filling my ass. Fucking me slowly. I gasped at his intrusion, breathed through the slow, steady building of heat. The forbidden nature of his teasing made my head thrash as everything he was doing, extremely naughty things, made me feel out of control. Sexy.
Free. I had no control. I couldn’t deter him unless I wanted to stop everything. And I didn’t. I wanted to stay on this ride until the end. I wanted to scream. I wanted his cum all over my skin. Inside me. Making me burn up for more. I wanted him grunting and fucking me hard and fast. Harder. I wanted him to lose control because he found me so fucking beautiful, he couldn’t stop himself. I wanted him to crack wide open and lose control. I wanted that power.
When I was full, stuffed, the slight sting and pop of his exploration passing, he removed the clamps and my nipples flooded with heat. No, that wasn’t the right word. They were on fire. Sweet, hot fucking fire.
“Oran!” I cried, wanting his mouth on them to soothe the sting, the rush of blood into the distended tips.
I could feel him standing between my legs, and then he closed his mouth over my clit. I bucked up off the table, and he chuckled. “I am not the master that Teig may be, but I will not give up mastery of your pussy without a fight.”
He worked my pussy with his mouth and fingers, tugging on the plug as well, fucking me with it. No. Toying with me. It never moved more than an inch. In and out, but it lit up nerves I never even knew I had as he sucked me like a machine. Hard. Fast. Slow. Soft. His patience was annoying. Time passed. Minutes? Hours? I had no idea, but I was covered in sweat, panting.
He rubbed his pre-cum on my clit. That had to be what he was doing, because every time I felt that slight additional wetness, my body tingled, then burned. Seed Power. It was a drug. I was overdosing.
Dying.
He must have opened his pants and I envisioned him, standing tall and virile between my captured legs, cock thick and long, pre-cum weeping from the slit. And it was all for me. All because of me.
He was going to kill me. I needed to work on some cardio for the next time. Lots of cardi—
“Oh!” His cock plunged deep. One. Hard. Thrust. And I screamed. Just like that, my entire body exploded all over his cock, my pussy clamped down on him like a fist, rippling and pulsing over and over.
I came and came. And came. And came.
Strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer so that his cock struck deep. Hard. His firm length made the plug in my ass feel twice as big. Huge.
I was full. Too full. Not full enough. I wanted Alarr’s heat at my back as Oran fucked me like this. I wanted Alarr’s cock in my ass, not this stupid piece of metal—or whatever it was. It felt good, but the thought of riding Alarr’s cock deep in my virgin hole as Oran fucked me?
My back came off the table as the image formed in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about taking them both as Oran fucked me, kept fucking me, moving in and out of me like a machine while the thick anal plug stretched me open. Wider. Oran’s pre-cum coated the inside of my pussy, his Seed Power building in my body like I was just a pot of water set to boil, cranked up to high, and left to scorch.
The craving grew, and I knew, in my mind, that it was the Seed Power, not me. I knew, on some level, that this wasn’t normal, that the mindless, raging need I had for him to come all over me, give me his seed, fill me up, spread it on my skin, own me…
Too much. It was too much.
Tears pooled in my eyes behind the blindfold, and the word—my safe word—was on the tip of my tongue. It was too intense, too much. Too—
And then a warm hand settled on my shoulder. Alarr’s voice whispered in my ear. “Let go, mate. I am here.”
“You’re late.” Oran shoved hard. Deep. And I moaned, Alarr’s touch plus the hard, hard fucking almost making me come again. More.
Alarr. My body relaxed into the pleasure in a way I hadn’t been able to before. “Yes, Alarr. Please.”
“I was detained by King Lev.” His hands worked their way over my sensitive breasts, stroked my abdomen, came back up to my throat before starting the journey again.
Oran growled at him, the sound not at all pleased. “This was not part of the plan.”
“What plan?” I licked my dry lips. That word made me blink behind the blindfold, my wild lust cooled by that one word.
Alarr bent over me, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that wiped all thought from my head. “She is thinking, Oran. You are slacking in your job if she is not mindless to pleasure.” He spoke to Oran, but then he whispered in my ear. “I want this mouth around my cock, mate.”
His fingertip tapped my lower lip.
The image formed, Alarr fucking my mouth while Oran took my pussy. The plug filling my ass as they both coated me with seed. The Seed Power soaking into my body, making me lose my damn mind even more. Last night, with Alarr and Teig, I’d passed out. I had no doubt it would probably happen again.
“Yes.”
Oran returned to fucking me, filling me, pumping into my body as Alarr’s hot cock settled on my lips.
I turned my head and didn’t hesitate, taking him deep, sucking him hard. I wanted what I wanted. My mates. Their seed. All over me. Inside me. On my skin. On my lips.
Oran touched my clit with the lightest of touches, and I exploded like a rocket, mindless. Out of control. I knew I made noise, and I didn’t care what poor, unsuspecting woman was walking into the hut right now with her mates.
My screams were muffled by a thick cock. My mouth watered for more of Alarr’s taste, for the seed I knew wo
uld be coming soon.
My release triggered both Oran and Alarr to come, and their seed hit me like a tidal wave. Like a drug. Like an explosion of sunlight and whiskey inside my bloodstream and I screamed even more around Alarr’s thick cock as I tried my best to swallow all of his seed down, my body thrashing on the table as Oran held my hips still and pushed deep. So fucking deep.
Their Seed Power moved through me, inside me. It made me melt. Made my pussy weep. Made my entire body spasm with pleasure as I took them in. Claimed them for my own. Oran’s seed was different than the others, and I somehow knew that now I would yearn for him as well. Need him. His touch. His pleasure.
He was mine. They were all mine. It was crazy how I could sense the difference. If I thought about how it worked… I couldn’t. I succumbed to the pleasure.
And as I floated down from whatever dimension I’d been on when I came, I was more determined than ever to take them the way Queen Leah had spoken of. All three. Together. They would not deny me what was mine. And they were all mine. All three of them.
Oran and Alarr pulled out, then worked together to free me from the restraints, both males placing soft, gentle kisses all over my sensitive skin as they did so. The blindfold was removed, and I blinked. Oran brought me my dress and slipped it over my head. He tied one shoulder as Alarr did the other, each male cupping a breast and kissing the sides of my neck in unison.
This had to be heaven. There was no other explanation for this kind of pleasure. And if it was Hell? Well, damn me, I had no interest in leaving.
Alarr lifted me onto his lap as we watched Oran get dressed, then I was carried back to our private cabin, or hut, or whatever the place was called.
Home. It was called home now.
Oran stripped again and headed for the shower as Alarr ordered food and drink. He listened to the recording with me on his lap, asking questions as we went if he felt he needed clarification on an answer.
Oran came from the bathing room, fully dressed, and wrapped his shirt—the one I assumed he’d been wearing before—around my shoulders, his scent clinging to the fabric. I breathed deep, and my pussy clenched as if remembering. “Don’t forget me while I’m gone.”
As if.
Gone? I frowned. “Where are you going?”
“I am meeting with King Drogan this evening.”
“Oh.” Well, I’d imagined taking a quick shower, slipping into… nothing… and making all three of my mates formally claim me tonight. What we’d done so far had been amazing, but it hadn’t been with all of them.
I was tired of waiting. I was not a wait-and-see kind of woman. I knew what I wanted, and if they were going to piss around about it, I would make it happen myself.
“When will you be back?” I looked up at Alarr and knew I blushed. Again. “I wanted to be with all three of you tonight.”
Alarr lifted his gaze from mine and looked at Oran over my shoulder. Some kind of silent message passed between them, one that made Alarr’s thighs tense beneath me and his pulse change pace. Not a lot, but enough. I noticed because my ear was pressed to his chest, and the soothing rhythm had kept me content as a kitten for the last half hour.
Alarr cleared his throat. “All three of us must meet with the king. I must go as well. I am sorry. I know the Seed Power will be upon you again soon, but our time in the pleasure hut should keep you sated until our return. There is food and drink for you, and there is a comm screen on the wall across the room. I will show you how to use it before I leave.”
“Where are you going? I thought the king was with the other two and their mate?” I asked. “And what about Teig?” Surely, I would have one of my men tonight? I’d only been here since yesterday. Were they going to leave me alone all damn night? I did not like the sound of that.
“Teig is on patrol. I am sorry, Whitney.” Alarr leaned down and kissed me on the temple. “We must work tonight. But tomorrow we will take care of you. I give you my word.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked, stunned. “You promise? I want you. All three of you.”
Oran came over and leaned down, kissing me on the lips. “Yes, mate. We will give you what you need. I promise.”
Well, what freaking choice did I have?
They left me alone, so I took a nice long bath—after trying to figure out how to turn the water on—and then slipped back into Oran’s shirt for pajamas. I didn’t want to watch their comm screen—which was basically like alien television—naked. And I liked the scent of him on the clothes.
I’d settled in, feet tucked beneath me when I felt an even smaller disk in Oran’s pocket.
Grinning, I pulled it out and I recognized it as similar to the one he’d used to record our conversation earlier. I barely remembered most of what we’d talked about, but I would re-watch that again later. This disk was new to me, and theirs. I wondered what was on it. I imagined all the events humans loved to record… weddings, sporting events, graduations, birthday parties.
Grinning now, I set it on the table and studied it. It was exactly like the other one, except less than half the size.
Sneaky. And easy to lose. Back home, I never would have found the damn thing in the bottomless pit of my purse. Which was why it had probably remained buried and forgotten in the depths of Oran’s pocket.
I pressed on the section I knew would make it play, just as Alarr had done to the larger disk still on the table. I couldn’t wait to get a glimpse into their lives, their real lives, before me.
Except is wasn’t a birthday party or anything adorable. It was my mates. Teig, Oran, and Alarr. They were talking to someone I didn’t recognize, someone who looked mean. He was scarred and ugly. Not because of his face, but because of his eyes. I knew that look. I’d seen enough gangsters and drug dealers to know that look.
He was bad news. But that wasn’t what made my heart feel like someone had driven a dagger through it. No, that was the huge, very illegal, Coalition weapons my mates were exchanging with the ugly alien. For money of some kind. They were making a trade.
What the fuck?
What was this disk? Why was it in Oran’s pocket? Had he made this recording like he’d done with me? Had someone else done it and he’d found it? Was someone trying to blackmail my mates? Was this where Oran had been last night? Obtaining this disk? Did he kill whoever had recorded it?
Fingers shaking, I turned the disk over and inspected it as best I could. I didn’t see any dried blood, but that didn’t mean anything. Queen Leah had told me that they’d tracked illegal weapons to Viken. To this area. And maybe even to this resort.
Had they tracked it to my mates? Had I somehow jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire? On Earth, I’d left behind liars and thieves who liked to break the law. I’d lived with them my entire life.
Fuck me if I could live that way for the rest of it. I was not a bad person. Why did this happen to me again? Was there something wrong with me in the head? Did I have some kind of mental weakness that matched me up to bad people?
I should have just married one of those Wall Street bankers or a goddamned drug lord on Earth if this was what I was going to be dealing with. That would have been one asshole, but here on Viken, I had three. Now, I was in outer space, and I couldn’t go home. It was too late to go back. I couldn’t go back.
But it wasn’t too late to correct this mistake.
My mind recalled the odd looks my mates had given each other when they were talking about patrol. Or work. Or meetings with the three kings.
I’d thought I was missing some kind of silent signal, and I’d been right about that. It just hadn’t been the kind of signal I’d been naïvely thinking it was. No, the disk in my hand was proof my mates were on the wrong side of the law.
They’d tricked me, kept me… what, under Seed Power, so I would be too blissed out to discover the truth? They were like my dad and brother, hiding their evil in plain sight. From the outside, my human family hadn’t looked bad, but once the veneer was rubbed off, once th
e truth had come to light and they were wearing orange jumpsuits and had bars around them, they were just bad.
And my mates? Fuck. They weren’t security guards for the pleasure resort… they were arms dealers. They were the illegal gun runners Leah had spoken about. My mates were the very criminals the three kings were hunting.
And liars.
They were fucking liars.
7
Whitney
I had to know the truth. The disk had revealed plenty. On Earth, I’d been the stupid ostrich and stuck my head in the sand, not believing what had been right in front of me. I’d heard the stories, the news reports, even the police. I’d been questioned within an inch of my life to see if I’d had any knowledge of what my father and brother had done. Yet, I’d still doubted the cops, the FBI. I had been in hardcore denial because I hadn’t wanted to know the truth.
How could the people I loved be so bad? How could they have no empathy, no feeling for others? How did they live with themselves? How could I even be in the same family with heartless criminals who’d stolen so much from so many?
It had taken me a while to come to terms with reality. The truth, which was that people lied. That people I cared about—and who I’d thought cared about me—lied. People were devious, uncaring. They’d had an agenda that involved me, that used me. Many, many times, my father had used me as a pawn, a front. When the FBI had shown up with a list of names, I’d cried for days after I realized that my father had used my friends from school to gain access to their families’ fortunes. Every birthday party and special occasion had been about getting my friends to invite their parents so my father and brother could scam them out of more money.
I’d been popular at school. I was always charming. I smiled when I didn’t feel like it. I put on an excellent show no matter how bad I felt. My mother had taught me that. Hell, she’d insisted. No daughter of hers was going to be perceived as weak. My eighteenth birthday I’d had the flu, had to run up to my room to vomit too many times to count. She’d frowned, handed me mouthwash, and told me to get my ass back to the party so my family, little did I know, could bilk the guests.
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