“Do you want Brale to put more fingers inside you, J?” Dyos asked.
“Oh yes, please.”
Brale complied, sliding a second and third finger in, stretching her wide. “We’re much bigger than three digits, J. Do you think you can take our cocks?”
With his fingers slick with her juices, Brale withdrew them and fastened his mouth over her swollen lips again. He probed her other hole with his hand, feeling her cry out against Dyos in surprise as Brale began to circle the puckered flesh.
“Brale and I are a matched pair, J. Do you think you can manage two shafts pounding inside you, taking turns?” Dyos teased.
“Oh gods, yes.”
Her need was so palpable Brale could almost scent it in the air, but they had to make sure she was ready for them.
“I want you to come all over my mouth, J. I want to feast on the sweet taste of you,” Brale commanded, one finger going into her ass while he continued thrusting his tongue deep into her.
“That’s it, little one. Come for us,” Dyos encouraged.
Tremors ran across her soft slender body, and even her choking cry sounded like music to Brale’s ears. Brale opened his mouth greedily to catch every drop.
“Talk to us, J. How are you feeling?” Dyos asked.
“Good. The instructional vids and even the hands-on practices never felt that good,” J confessed.
Brale leaned across J’s shoulder. “Come sample her on me, Dyos,”
Color rose to her cheeks as Dyos received his deep kiss and her lingering aftertaste. Seeing two men kiss didn’t seem to bother her one bit. If possible, it seemed to amplify her excitement.
“Look at Brale, J. See how he’s so hard for you,” Dyos said, pressing himself against the line of her back, beginning to stroke himself against her.
“You’re hard, too, Dyos,” J whispered, eyes dropping down to Brale’s length.
The sight of her erect and hard nipples was driving Brale mad. Cupping her right breast, Brale sucked on the tip, his eyes not leaving her face. He couldn’t wait to see those amazing tits bouncing above him while he and Dyos took turns taking both of her holes.
“Brale,” she murmured, the fondness there surprising him. “The two of you are too much. I feel so lucky.”
“You’re mistaken, J. We’re the lucky ones,” Dyos said.
Fingers trailing down the line of her body, Brale found her clit again, pinching it, making her cry out beautifully.
“I think she’s ready to be mounted, Brale,” Dyos decided. Catching sight of the fierce hunger in Dyos’s eyes, Brale knew his own eyes reflected the same raging hunger.
“I’m more than ready,” J pointed out.
A hundred erotic images ran through Brale’s head. There were so many things he wanted to experience, but first they had to make J their third. Binding her to them and bestowing their mating marks on her would make her off-limits to other males, no matter what species.
Brale was about to reach out for her when the ground beneath their feet swayed slightly. Invisible force slammed into the shields around the cruiser’s exterior without warning, sending the three of them toppling to the ground.
Struggling to his feet, Brale stumbled to the windows of the ship to see another sleek Hadarian cruiser relentlessly pounding away at their shields with laser shots.
“Get to the bridge, Dyos. These stiff pricks don’t seem to know when to give up.”
“Understood. Sorry about this, J,” Dyos said, easily hefting J over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
Brale couldn’t help admire the hard muscles rippling on Dyos’s naked form as they ran back to the bridge. Even as the ship swayed and wobbled, he didn’t once stumble, let alone drop the precious cargo on his shoulder.
“There we go. Put on your seatbelt, J. This is going to be one rocky ride,” Dyos firmly said, dropping her on one of the seats on the side controls. “Brale, I trust you know how to operate the weapon system?”
Brale snorted, taking the secondary pilot seat next to Dyos. “Give me some credit, Dyos. I’ve blasted more ships out of the sky than you.”
“You were the one complaining about the Hadarian controls earlier, but there. I’ve changed the language settings.” After pounding a series of commands on the touch controls, the indecipherable Hadarian language changed to the space standard.
“You doing fine there, J?” Brale asked, positioning the ship’s main guns at the enemy cruiser.
“Fine.” Dwarfed by the large seat, J looked small and strangely vulnerable, but her eyes were shining with anticipation. “I know it’s inappropriate, but this is all just so exciting.”
Brale chuckled at that. “This is nothing, sweetheart, compared to all the scrapes Dyos and I have been in.”
“Brale,” Dyos said impatiently. “Stop flirting with J and focus on the enemy. Our shields are almost fifty percent down, and I need you to buy us time so I can inject us back to hyperspace.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Grouch.” Brale flashed a grin at J again, before focusing all of the ship’s energies at the enemy. “Lieutenant Farr is sure serious. He must’ve pulled some important strings to get another cruiser this fast.”
“If I lost a Breeder I would be serious, too. J, I’m not going to ask again, but are you certain you prefer to come with us?”
Brale began to protest, but J cut him off with a confident, “Of course.”
“Seems we’ve made quite an impression on her for her to favor us uncivilized space pirates to an honorable Hadarian crew,” Brale drawled.
“Brale, watch your left flank. It’s— ”
They felt the effect of the plasma shot rippling across the ship. It easily bypassed their weakening shields, making a visible dent on the ship’s hull.
Lieutenant Farr’s familiar voice filtered through the ship’s intercom system. “This is the only warning I am going to give, pirates. Surrender what you have unrightfully taken and I promise you a lighter sentence.”
“What does a lighter sentence according to the Hadarian laws entail, Dyos?” Brale asked out of curiosity.
“Life-long imprisonment,” Dyos grumbled.
Brale turned his nose at that. “Rotting in a rank Hadarian dungeon? No thank you.”
Another well-aimed shot sent their shield-less cruiser rocking. “This doesn’t look good, Brale. They just hit one of our fuel tanks, meaning there’s not enough juice to get us into hyperspace.”
Exchanging a look with Dyos, Brale nodded. “I guess we have no choice but to surrender.”
“I don’t want the two of you to die,” J said, looking impossibly young from her seat. The sight of her eyes filling with concern was enough to melt Brale’s three Cobrini hearts.
“Baby, I promise you no one is going to die here,” Brale assured her.
Beside him, Dyos announced their surrender, and Farr’s ship stopped firing. J took off her seat belt and flung herself on Brale’s lap, nuzzling her head into his chest. She smelled unbelievably sweet, and it eluded Brale how someone so pure and innocent would want to stay with them.
Unable to help himself, Brale ran his fingers across her smooth skin. Feeling her pert little nipples hardening against his chest like tiny pebbles, he knew his cock was thickening again simply from the mere contact. Gods, he wanted to do so much more, and it annoyed the hell out of him Farr interrupted their mating.
After finding such a treasure, were they going to simply lose her? Unacceptable.
His tongue lashed out from his mouth, caressing the tender spot on her neck, reminding Brale that he and Dyos had precious minutes left before Farr and his men came bursting through.
“I will ask you only once, little one. Will you stick with us, or would you rather take a chance with Farr and his men?” Brale asked her.
Dyos unbuckled his seat belt beside him, standing. He began to stroke J’s back, watching her intently as Brale did.
J sighed against him, and Brale was really loath to be parted form their precious
cargo, but if they fought Farr and his warriors head-on they would certainly end up dead. What help to J were they dead?
“Farr and his men would not harm you,” Dyos added, his voice lacking conviction.
“You’re asking me this again?” She clutched at Brale’s shoulders with her small hands, and the fierceness in her eyes surprised Brale.
Pride filled Brale at the sight. J wasn’t meek or submissive as he’d initially thought. The third they’d chosen was strong-willed and spirited. J was really perfect for them, and it would kill him to lose her to a prick like Farr.
“We want to place our mating mark on you, J. It would bind you to us, and Farr and his men will know who you belong to. They’ll also have a hell of time trying to figure out how to remove our marks,” Brale explained.
“Are mating marks removable?” J asked.
“They are for life,” Dyos said seriously. “My race considers even the thought of removing them forcibly as sacrilege.”
“All right then.” J closed her eyes. “Please make me yours, Brale and Dyos.”
Brale didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed her to him, placing aside her hair so he had an unobstructed view of her lovely neck. She wrapped her hands around his neck, closing the distance between the two of them.
“It might hurt at first,” Dyos warned. “But after the first bite, we will immediately release pheromones in the air and it will become pleasurable.”
“Okay. Got it. I’m ready.”
Brale wished he could take his time to enjoy the ritual, but time wasn’t on their side. Licking and sucking at the side of her neck, Brale’s canines slid from their sheath and began to elongate.
“Touch yourself, J,” Dyos commanded.
Hearing the soft sounds she was making was only making it difficult for Brale to focus on his task. It would be easy to position his cock into her tight opening and slide his way into her warm folds. Stop being distracted. We don’t have much time.
Without warning, Brale bit down, sinking his canines deep. Rivulets of blood dribbled from the bite, but Brale easily caught them with his tongue. J cried out against him, but she didn’t push or move away from him.
“You’re doing great, J,” Dyos crooned.
Her eyes widened in surprise when Brale released the pleasurable pheromones in the air. “Oh. It feels really good.”
Withdrawing his canines, Brale said, “I’m going to make you feel better in a second.”
She squeaked when Brale easily lifted her off his lap and handed her to Dyos. Brale knelt below J, parting her thighs as Dyos wrapped her in his embrace to bestow his mating mark on the other side of her neck. Her pussy was already wet when Brale put his tongue and lips to work.
“I can’t have enough of you, J,” Brale murmured.
Tracing her swollen pussy lips again, he was debating whether to tongue fuck her or suck her clit when the double steel doors of the bridge were forced opened.
Peering at Farr and his men from J’s legs, Brale gave them a lazy wave. “Why Lieutenant, you came just in time to watch the show.”
Farr’s face grew a visible shade of crimson despite his golden skin. Hearing J cry out above him, Brale knew Dyos had completed making her his.
“You filthy criminals dare defile a precious virgin Breeder against her will? This is beyond unacceptable,” Farr said with obvious outrage. “Unhand the poor female this instant.”
Plasma guns were pointed at them by angry Hadarian warriors, parting them from J. In seconds, Brale tasted the floor, and a boot was pressed against the back of his neck. He grunted, not liking the fact he wasn’t able to see J or Farr.
“I wasn’t taken against my will at all,” J was insisting.
“I am sure the trauma of being kidnapped by brutes has affected your brain, but fear not. You are now safe and sound in our hands, female.”
Brale quietly snorted, growling when more pressure was applied on the boot.
“My name is J, and I’m not traumatized! Let go of me, or I’ll kick your balls.”
Brale laughed. He had no fear Farr and his men would harm her. One could always count on the honorable Hadarians to uphold their morals.
“It is quite all right, J. You are fighting me now, but you will see reason. Come, let us part ourselves from unsavory company.”
“Lieutenant, permission to eliminate these scum?” one of Farr’s men asked.
The cold and calculating look Farr gave them sent an unexplainable chill down Brale’s spine. What was the bastard planning? Why not kill them after obtaining his prize?
The boot loosened, and Brale was roughly hauled up to his feet. He caught sight of J, a Hadarian military jacket draped over her shoulders, and Farr’s arm firmly wrapped around her waist. She twisted her head, eyes panicked.
“It’s going to be all right,” Brale mouthed silently, relieved she visibly calmed down. Convincing J was easy enough, but Brale wasn’t sure how exactly he was going to get all of them out of this mess.
Chapter Five
“Your sleeping pod will be located just opposite of mine, so if you require anything, feel free to approach me,” Lieutenant Farr was saying, but J wasn’t paying attention to his words.
J shivered in her chair on the bridge, although it wasn’t cold. Farr insisted she cleanse her body from the “terrible ordeal” she’d suffered, so she was now freshly showered and dressed in a spare Hadarian flight suit several sizes too big for her. Farr had abandoned the primary pilot’s seat to join her on the passenger seat meant for two.
Farr kept glancing at the bandages around her neck, where Brale and Dyos had left their marks. She noticed the other members of his crew also kept sneaking secret glances at her when they could, as if they could hardly believe she was there.
Knowing the Hadarians valued their females made her remember her primary purpose as a Breeder. Farr and his crew were her rightful owners. J should be indulging herself in the attentions of six drool-worthy muscled Hadarian warriors and putting all her training and talents to good use, but desire was strangely absent from her system.
Farr cleared his throat and reached out for her hand. “Little female, unfortunate and unpredictable circumstances may have ruined our first meeting, but I can assure you that you will be cherished and protected by my crew and I.”
J studied the Hadarian commander for the first time. He certainly embodied all of the ideal qualities Breeders dreamt of when they envisioned a prince who would take them away from their prison. To a Breeder, being claimed and purchased by a fierce but honorable Hadarian was a dream come true.
She wondered if Brale and Dyos hadn’t found her first, would she have fallen head over heels for Farr? J didn’t like following that line of thought.
What was that old Terran saying? Finders keepers, and Brale and Dyos had found her first. Besides, something about Farr felt off, although she couldn’t really explain it. Like he took careful steps to making sure she couldn’t see beyond the polite heroic mask he’d like her to believe. What secrets did he hide? Brale and Dyos, at least, had been honest with her from the start.
Farr reached out to touch her hair, and she urged herself not to flinch or pull away. She’d endure him, be compliant, if it meant keeping Brale and Dyos safe.
“If you permit it, I would like to get to know you intimately, J. Perhaps we can start with something simple, like a kiss?”
Taking her silence as a yes, Farr leaned forward, his hands settling around her waist. Feeling the brush of his lips against hers, J abruptly drew away, unable to help herself. Stop it. Let him do as he pleases. The more he believes you’re obedient and submissive, the easier it will be for him to let his guard down.
J breathed hard. Where did those thoughts come from?
No. She knew exactly where. J might have been raised and bred for one single purpose, but her creators failed to realize they had come out with a flawed product, one that longed for freedom without even truly understanding what free will entailed. Offer
ed the ability to make her choices by Brale and Dyos, J realized she no longer wanted to assume the position of a slave.
To her surprise, Farr let her go. There was a grim expression on his face, but he didn’t seem angry or displeased by her reaction.
“As I suspected, the mating marks those two scum forced on you is affecting your state of mind.”
“Brale and Dyos didn’t force anything on me. I wanted them to mark me,” J angrily said, but she knew it was a losing battle.
A look of pity crossed Farr’s features as he reached out to touch her cheek. J slapped his hand away, but he didn’t let go. “It’s perfectly all right, J. We will figure out a way to rectify this problem. My men and I had scheduled a mating rotation, but we will have to delay our plans.”
J stiffened at the mention of a mating rotation. She was hard-wired to please her masters. Monogamy wasn’t in a Breeder’s genes. Normally she wouldn’t mind sleeping with a different man each night, but a part of her mind now screamed it was wrong.
Only Brale and Dyos can touch me. I belong to them, and they belong to me. The words were a repetitive mantra in her head that she couldn’t want and didn’t want to break free from.
“The Lieutenant is right. We shall bid our time since we are in no rush. It will be weeks before we reach Hadarian soil,” Gael was Farr’s second-in-command and the one who bandaged her neck. Unlike the others, who only seemed to have one thing on their mind when they looked at her, there was an air of gentleness and professionalism about him J rather liked.
The Hadarians weren’t villains, not really. They were only acting according to their nature, J realized. Their race was dying, and the only way to repopulate was claiming females from outside their planet. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the right fit for their needs.
“I’m sorry,” J said softly. “I can’t do this yet.”
Farr shook his head and patted her arm. “It’s perfectly fine, J. Do you feel tired? Perhaps some sleep will do you some good.”
“That sounds wonderful,” J agreed, letting Gael lead her back to the communal sleeping pods the crew slept in.
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