She fidgeted, her hands in her robe pockets. Wait, what if he wasn’t here? Just because she’d gone straight to bed didn’t mean he had. What if—
The door slid open and there stood Hastion in nothing but a pair of low-hanging black pajama bottoms. Oh. My. God. He was a work of art, sheer perfection sculpted from flesh and bone and muscle instead of stone. Her heart thudded thickly in her throat and ears, and her mouth began to water as heat blossomed over her skin.
He frowned. “Shelley?”
“Oh my fucking God,” she breathed, putting her trembling hands on his hot, naked chest. She’d come here for a reason but she couldn’t quite think what it was at the moment. Something about sex.
Mmmm, sex with Hastion…
“Shelley, what’s wrong?” he asked, looping his arms around her. Jesus, he smelled good. Like freshly poured peanut brittle, all hot and sticky, and sweet and buttery and salty…
“Mmmm.” She leaned into him, pushing up onto her toes to nuzzle the hairless bulge of his pectoral. While she was there, she licked his nipple.
He jumped like she’d bitten him, glancing over his shoulder. “Ah, Shelley…”
“Hastion, I need you. Please.” Closing her eyes, she nuzzled under his free arm, hungry for the source of his delicious smell, and he lifted it out of her way.
“Shelley, this might not be the best time…”
“Please,” another low voice murmured, “don’t let me stand in the way of a female in need, Ensign.”
She opened her eyes. Framed in the hairy angle of Hastion’s underarm was Minister Cecine, wearing nothing but his pajamas again. For just an instant, humiliation tried to get a grip on her.
Lust kicked its ass into oblivion. Yes! This was what she’d come for, Cecine and Hastion…together.
She looked him in the eye. “I’m dying to see you fuck him.”
The words came out in a low, intense voice she hardly recognized as her own, and part of her screamed out a warning. There could be consequences for making statements like that. Big, scary, permanent consequences.
Unfortunately, she just didn’t seem to care at the moment.
When he leveled a long, searching look at Hastion and said, “I believe that can be arranged,” Hastion’s hand clenched on her ribs.
Without taking his eyes off her, the minister peeled off his shirt, then eased the waistband of his pants over his erection and shoved them down his hips. They slithered to the floor, and suddenly, there in the full light of Hastion’s bedroom stood a masterpiece of arousal so unimaginably beautiful she wanted to weep. She wanted to touch.
She wanted to taste for herself this time.
Knowing his little mate was so anxious to watch him fuck the ensign, not out of a sadistic desire to see them both humiliated and suffering, but to take voyeuristic delight in their pleasure, stoked the fires of his arousal.
Knowing the ensign wanted it too set every nerve ending on his body aflame.
Shelley ducked underneath the ensign’s arm and walked toward him as if drawn by an invisible cord, her mouth slightly ajar, her lust-darkened eyes fixed on the risen staff of his cock. She tugged on the sash of her robe as she approached, leaving the garment crumpled in her wake along with her gown, undergarment and hair band.
Cecine growled at the sight of her nude body. The harder Tysan worked to fatten her up for transition, the harder the stubborn female worked to slim down, and the results made saliva pool under his tongue. Everything about her was round and feminine, but there was very little jiggle to her. Her breasts, with their conspicuously stiff nipples, looked firmer than one might expect after having recently nursed two babes, as did the gently rounded mound of her belly. The muscles in her thighs flexed powerfully as she walked and he could only imagine how they’d feel clamped around his head as he fed on her fluffy little cunt.
He waited without moving, curious to see what she would do when she reached him.
She didn’t make him wait long to find out. When she was within reach, she laid her small hands on his hipbones and leaned down without hesitation, sucking the head of his cock into the sweltering cove of her mouth.
Cecine grunted in surprise and sank his fingers into the rioting mass of her hair. “Didn’t you want to see me fuck Hastion?”
She raised just far enough to say, “I want this first,” and then enveloped him again, sucking as if she wanted his seed to emerge. This. Instant.
“I did not expect you to be so…amorous,” he managed to say tightly.
Shelley pulled up again. “I did not expect you to be so…” she swirled her tongue around his head, “…fucking…” she swirled it again in the opposite direction, “…hot.”
He glanced at Hastion, who still stood in the open doorway with his hands on his hips, a knowing grin curving his lips.
“I take it this is similar to what you experienced.”
“Very similar, sir.” Hastion’s grin widened. “I hope you’ve been aggressive with your probe.”
Cecine pinned him with a look. “Why?”
“Because if Shelley has to plunge her entire arm into you to reach your prostate, that’s what she’ll do.”
As if she could hear them, Shelley’s hand slid from Cecine’s hipbone, down over his tightening sac and between his thighs.
He grabbed her wrist. “Not this night, she won’t.”
Her mouth still full of his cock, Shelley growled and twisted her arm in a futile bid to be free of his hold. Then she reached between his thighs with her free hand.
Cecine gave a disbelieving laugh as he grabbed her other wrist. “Desist, szistaan. My seed is bound for another destination tonight.”
“I want it,” she said, looking up at him with passion-darkened eyes.
He leaned down until they were face to face. “Tell me what you want, Shelley.”
She stretched up until their noses touched and her sweet breath puffed against his lips when she said, “I want you to fuck me, Cecine. Now.”
His ballocks contracted painfully at both her declaration and her use of his name. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, dammit! What do I have to do, beg?”
Intrigued, he said, “Would you?”
She backed away a scant few inches and blinked at him for a moment as if confused. Then her eyes focused on his mouth. Without replying, she slowly stretched up again and caught his lower lip between hers for a long instant before drawing back to look at him.
His heart pounding furiously, he remained still and she rewarded him by returning, pressing her lips to his more fully, nibbling at him and exploring with tiny licks that raised the hairs on his body and sent shudders through him.
But when he went to return the favor, she fell back.
“Now will you fuck me?” she whispered. “Please?”
Cecine sucked in a hard breath as fire ignited in his veins. Crossing her wrists to turn her in his hold, he crouched and pulled her narrow back tight against his throbbing cock.
“When I fuck you, Shelley, you become forever mine,” he declared against the shell of her ear. “There’s no going back.”
She squirmed in his hold. “Yes, that’s what I want—I want to be yours! Please!”
“So be it.” Releasing her wrists, he wrapped one arm under her ribs and yanked her up far enough to notch the head of his cock against her slippery cunt. The soles of her feet landed on his thighs, just above his knees, and she tensed.
Cecine laid his free hand over the mound of her cunt, bracketing the place where their bodies met with his fingers, spreading her for his penetration, and let her sink down, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.
She tossed her head against his chest. “Oh Jesus, please yes!”
“You are Shelley Nicole,” he grunted, resting his chin on the top of her head, urging her down farther, “mate to Cecine, first son Tomar, first House Emray.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
“Wyatt Michael is third son Cecine, first House Emray. K
alinda Rose is fourth daughter Cecine, first House Emray.”
“Why are you talking so much?” she sobbed, plucking at his forearms as she pushed with her feet in an effort to bounce on his cock.
“There is no more Bonham, Shelley. His name will not be spoken in my House again. Do you understand me?”
“Please!”
“Tell me you understand, Shelley.”
“I understand!”
“Your name is Shelley Nicole Emray. Say it.”
“My name is Shelley Nicole Emray and I want to be fucked, God dammit!”
Cecine growled. Bracing his feet farther apart, he leaned forward and obliged his amorous little mate.
Chapter Sixteen
Finally realizing the door to his quarters was still open, Hastion stumbled to the side, allowing it to close. He leaned against the wall and watched, slack-jawed, as the minister laid final claim to Shelley. It was one of the most arousing displays of dominance he’d ever witnessed, and rather than letting envy spoil his enjoyment, he imagined himself in Shelley’s place, being forced to renounce his own identity, along with every bit of his control. If he weren’t cautious, he might come in his pants again.
He was somewhat worried that Shelley hadn’t been cleared for mating, but Cecine’s awareness of her vulnerability was obvious in the careful way he handled her. The huge male supported her with both arms, one curved up across her ribs to grasp the opposite shoulder and the other cupping her cunt. With those same arms, he kept her from sinking too far and being hurt, and yet even while he protected her, there was a brutality in his expression that pushed every one of Hastion’s hot buttons.
And speaking of brutality, Shelley herself was a sight to behold. With her hair flying around, her nails scratching at the minister’s arms and her teeth bared in a grimace of need, she greatly resembled the little animal Cecine had called her only moments before. Arousal always seemed to strip away her inhibitions more completely than Hastion would have thought possible, but this was an almost shocking transformation—rather like the fictional Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde.
He could only hope Shelley would unleash more of her baser, lustful side on him.
“Give me your spur,” she demanded, pounding on the hand over her cunt with her fist.
The minister’s movements slowed. “Not this time.”
“I want your spur!”
“I’m not deep enough.”
“Then let me down!”
“You’re not large enough to take it yet.”
“Yes I am! You know I am!” Shelley grabbed a handful of the minister’s thick red hair, pulling his head down roughly, and he froze as she twisted to stare at his face. “I took it with the probe. You know that, don’t you?”
He snarled at her. “I do know it, szistaan, but what you apparently don’t know is that our body scans were scaled to seventy percent to prevent you fucking yourself into a serious injury.”
“I can take it! Mark was almost as long as you are.”
The minister’s jaw tightened, and Hastion went breathless. He wasn’t sure what probe they were talking about, but he knew Shelley had just made a big mistake in throwing another male in his face.
Cecine abruptly pulled her off his cock altogether.
“No!” she cried.
He dropped her facedown on the bed, planted one hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place and then spanked her twice in quick succession, once on each buttock. It was over before she could do more than screech.
Then, while Hastion gaped, he bent down and bit one of her buttocks hard enough to leave an impression. Peserin, he’d marked her.
Shelley jerked and screeched again, throwing her hands over her buttocks. “Did you just bite me?”
Envy obliterated any concern Hastion might have felt at her reaction.
“Every time you say any part of his name, the punishment doubles,” Cecine said in a hard tone, even as he brushed her hands aside to rub his palm over the burgeoning red handprints and the large circle of teeth marks.
“That’s not fair! You didn’t warn me I couldn’t say either name.”
“That was a warning, and I’d advise you to heed it.” Then he leaned forward to study another small pink mark on her skin. “There seems to be a dragon on your hip.”
Shelley twisted, trying to see it. “I know. I put it there.”
“Does it relate somehow to the dragons you ride?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she growled. “I am the fucking dragon now, Cecine, so why aren’t you riding me?”
“Patience, my mate.” Cecine knelt on the bed between her spread legs and sat back on his haunches, pulling her hips up onto his lap. Then he looked at Hastion. “Lubricant?”
Hastion hurried over and withdrew the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table. When he handed it over, the minister gave the tent in his pants an amused look.
“You should take those off and give your mate something useful to do with her mouth.”
“You should,” Shelley purred in agreement.
That was all Hastion needed to hear. He stripped off his pants while Shelley watched him from under her pale eyelashes, her pupils so dilated he could barely see the blue rims of her irises. When he knelt on the mattress, mirroring the minister’s position, she propped her forearms on his spread thighs and captured his cock between her hungry lips.
The minister watched her while he squeezed lubricant onto his index finger.
“During the journey here,” he said, “our amorous little mate masturbated repeatedly with a probe Monica requested for her. It was originally programmed with a scan of your cock and spur,” he added.
Hastion stared down at Shelley. “Did you know…?”
Color seeped into her cheeks but she smiled coyly around his cock as she hummed, “Mm-hmm.”
Hastion threaded his hands through her hair. “You never fail to surprise me, Shelley-Belle.”
“She kept herself quite busy with that probe at night,” Cecine said, insinuating his well-lubricated finger between Shelley’s buttocks. She squealed and squirmed, pushing back into his invasion. “Especially after she added my body scan in a number of scenarios, one quite similar to the one we’re enacting.”
Hastion’s cock leaped with interest.
“Well now I’m just shocked,” he teased as Shelley’s cheeks grew even redder.
She growled, grazing his glans with her teeth, and he shuddered. If she thought the threat of pain would deter him, she was sadly mistaken.
“I have sharp teeth too, szistaan,” he murmured, reaching under her to tug on her hard nipples, “and I will not hesitate to use them on these.”
The minister growled. “Nor will I.”
Shelley squirmed and whimpered in response, thrusting her breasts into Hastion’s hands and begging him without words to do more. When he tugged harder, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
The minister pushed his still-straining cock down and slid it into her again. Then he pulled her back farther and farther as he fucked his way into her, and Hastion had to scoot forward in order to keep himself in Shelley’s mouth. Her moans of excitement fed the flames of his own—he would never have expected her to accept the attentions of both of them so eagerly.
When the minister’s spur emerged, he pulled her upright, still impaled on his cock, and said, “All right, Ensign, now you must wait your turn.” He looked around for something and frowned. Then his gaze landed on Hastion. “Lie down here, on your back, with your feet over the edge.”
Confused, Hastion complied. He groaned in delighted comprehension when Cecine draped Shelley over his torso, pushing her head and shoulders down onto the mattress. “Thank you, sir, for not saying my stomach.”
“You’re welcome.”
Shelley immediately reached into the hollow under her hips, searching for Hastion’s cock. She whined when Cecine seized both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand.
Then he braced himse
lf on the mattress with the other hand and fucked her in earnest.
Hastion watched raptly, his attention divided between the intensity of Cecine’s expression through the swaying curtain of his hair and the muscles rippling over every visible inch of him. Tormented by the need to touch, he moved his hands before they could wander onto forbidden territory, working them into the space between Shelley’s flesh and his own, flicking at her clitoris with one while caressing her breasts with the other.
“Oh God, yes! Yes!” Shelley cried.
The minister paused long enough to set his spur against her anus, then he surged forward. Clearly encouraged by her shout, he drove deeper and deeper, fucking her until she seized and screamed out her orgasm.
“Peserin’s hell, that’s amazing,” Cecine ground out as he shuddered into her.
Nearly on a different existential plane now, Hastion pulled his fingers away from Shelley’s liquid cunt and sucked them, savoring the mixture of female arousal and semen. It was only by the grace of the Powers that he hadn’t come himself.
When the minister had recovered sufficiently, he pulled out and laid her down beside Hastion, kneeling above them with his hands resting on his thighs.
“Oh my God, I think I love you!” she cried in a dreamy voice.
Cecine raised a sweaty eyebrow at her. “Do you?” he panted.
Giving him a lazy nod, she said, “I do.”
He glanced at Hastion. “And the Ensign?”
“I totally love him,” she said, turning to gaze at him with lustrous, arousal-darkened eyes. “I’ve been crazy about him since I watched him doing that Carrie woman at the compound. He was so enthusiastic, so…uninhibited. I wanted that.”
Hastion’s heart skipped a few beats. Shelley had cared for him that long ago?
“Would you like him to fuck you now?” Cecine asked.
She reached for Hastion. “Please. I’ve been waiting forever.”
Rolling to his side, he leaned over her and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Are you sure, Shelley? You’re not too sore from the minister?”
In reply, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. He groaned and sank onto her, letting her draw his tongue into her mouth. The way she suckled it made him shudder and his impossibly hard cock screamed for mercy.
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