Authors: Angelique Voisen
“You will not escape us!
Surrender!”
Farr shouted.
“
Brale
,
some help,”
Dyos
said. The two men shoved their
shoulders against the door. J’s hope soared as the door creaked open.
“Sorry in advance,”
Brale
told J.
“What—”
The breath rushed out of J as
Brale
unceremoniously tossed her over his shoulder once
again. J cursed softly under her breath. Didn’t
Brale
toss her like this long ago, when Farr fired on the ship they’d stolen?
“Where did you learn that word,
little one?”
Dyos
asked, clearly sounding shocked.
They sprinted down a flight of stairs. Only the torch
Dyos
had filched lit their way, but
Brale
and he descended
into the darkness without hesitation.
“From
Brale
,”
J said proudly. “Besides, I don’t appreciate being carried around like some
sack of flour.”
Brale
laughed heartily. “Oh J, I can teach you to curse in a hundred different
languages.”
“You will not do such a thing,”
Dyos
chided. The stairs ended, and J heard the splash of
feet. The dank and moldy smell told J they had arrived at the sewers.
J craned her head and didn’t see
any warriors. “No one’s following us yet.”
“Farr wouldn’t muck about in the
sewers. He’ll think it’s beneath him,”
Dyos
commented.
Brale
chuckled. “So, care to tell us where this leads?”
“Somewhere in the slums if I remembered
correctly.” J’s head spun.
Dyos
led them to a
complicated maze of channels, before finally stopping at an open waterway. A
metal ladder led to an opening above ground.
Brale
placed her down, while
Dyos
climbed up to check.
“You’re not out of breath at all?”
J asked.
“Of course not,”
Brale
scoffed. “You hardly weigh a thing. Hasn’t been Farr
been feeding you anything?”
“Clear, come on up,”
Dyos
called from above.
“Here, let me give you a boost,”
Brale
offered. J let him lift her so she could reach the
ladder. Feeling his hand teasingly patting her ass affectionately again, she
scowled.
“
Brale
,”
she chided, but he only laughed.
Once her hand reached the opening
of the sewer,
Dyos
caught her and easily lifted her
out. J stumbled slightly, landing on her ass. Brushing the dirt from her
clothes while she stood, J had a witty remark prepared, but instantly her thoughts
scattered when she caught sight of the
Hadarian
sky.
It didn’t matter that they’d emerged, stinking and grime-covered, in the middle
of a dirt road lined with ramshackle houses.
Above J, a net of silver stars
remained evenly scattered across a sweeping vista of inky blackness. Nearby,
Planet
Hadar’s
twin moons shone like a beacon.
“Wow,” she murmured, her back
hitting a solid wall of muscle.
Dyos
.
She sank against him, gratefully, while he held her
steady.
“This is nothing. Wait until we
bring you to other worlds, J. On
Cerath
, the night
sky is the color of, what do you call that sweet light
Terran
treat?”
Brale
frowned, thinking. “Ah, yes, cotton
candy.
Pink and purple.”
“I’ve never had or seen cotton
candy,” J admitted.
“Come on, let’s not linger here,”
Dyos
suggested, clearly surprised when J whirled and held
out a threatening finger at him.
“I can walk,” she said. “I had
enough of being carried around.”
“All right then,”
Dyos
agreed amiably.
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” J
asked
,
peering through the dirty windows of the
abandoned little hovel
Dyos
had procured for the
evening.
Dyos
didn’t answer her for a few minutes. He simply watched.
J stood on tiptoe, squinting at the
glass, wearing only
Brale’s
rags.
Dyos
caught glimpses of her smooth honey-colored skin peeking from the cloth. Left
unbound, her long silky hair fell behind her like a waterfall. She looked like a
mythical sprite, unreal and untouchable.
Sensing his silence, she turned.
The illusion broke. The old ache inside him began to subside when he remembered
J was within
Brale’s
and his grasp now. No cages and
no glass walls separated the three of them.
“Come here,
Dyos
,”
she murmured, expression soft. “I know being back on
Hadarian
soil is hard for you.”
Dyos
approached her, wondering if she saw far more than
Brale
and he gave her credit for.
No longer hesitating,
Dyos
removed the distance between them, palming the
tempting planes of her skin with his callused fingers. She sighed, leaning
against him as he cradled her back, her desire palpable.
Dyos
ground himself against her and pressed his growing erection against her belly.
J had to know how much
Brale
and he wanted her. No.
Needed her.
He traced the slender curve her
back repetitively, obsessively and possessively.
Dyos
knew his touches lacked refinement. He gripped her like a starving man would.
Weeks stuck in a stinking cell unable to touch his two mates had practically driven
him to the verge of insanity.
Unable to help himself,
Dyos
buried his face into her sweet neck. Every lick he
administered against his now vibrant mating mark made her mewl.
Fuck
.
She tasted unbelievably sweet and good.
Dyos
sucked
hard on the tender skin, and the little gasp she made sent a tingle right down
to his thickening member. J didn’t seem to care he’d pressed her roughly
against the wall. The sounds she made told
Dyos
she
rather enjoyed a little bit of rough handling alongside soft administrations.
Such
a little beautiful and fragile thing, but one with an unbreakable will of iron.
Remembering how she snatched Farr’s
pistol and pointed it fearlessly at her head without fully understanding why,
made
Dyos
smile.
“Even when my mind played memory
tricks on me, I kept remembering these hands and these lips. Only I couldn’t
remember
Brale
and your faces,” she confessed a
little sadly.
Dyos
kissed his way upwards, to the column of her throat and to the little dimple on
the side of her mouth, teasing her deliberately.
“Should I help you remember?”
Dyos
asked.
“Stop teasing me and kiss me
already.”
Dyos
consumed her mouth, taking his time to nibble and lick her lower lip. She
opened her mouth to let his prodding tongue in, sucking tenderly on it. J’s
impatient hands did little to curb his frayed control, slipping under his rags
to touch him. Her touch felt maddening, like a drug he continually needed. They
tore at each other’s clothes savagely, until the heat of their bodies could
finally mingle.
Dyos
easily lifted her by her waist, and she wrapped her legs around him. She firmly
secured her arms around her neck as he held her legs.
“So hard
already?”
J
asked,
her eyes light and teasing.
She freed one hand, curled her fingers around his erect prick and began to fist
him.
Dyos
groaned when J pressed his tip against the
tempting pink folds of her opening.
“You little minx.
Aren’t Breeders supposed to be demure and innocent?”
Dyos
teased.
J snorted.
“If
you like that sort of woman.”
“Certainly not.
We like you just the way you are.”
Unexpected tears filled the corners
of J’s eyes. The sudden vulnerability there tugged at his heart.
Dyos
leaned his head to kiss her tears away. “I didn’t mean
to make you sad.”
J touched his cheek. “I’m not sad.
I’m happy. You know why?”
“Why?”
“I can be anything and anyone my
masters want me to be. Farr and Gael wanted the stereotypical Breeder package.
They demanded my absolute obedience. You don’t know how much those words meant
to me.” Her expression grew sober. “I guess it’s one of the reasons why on the
stone table, I decided I didn’t want Farr to take my maidenhead.”
Dyos
couldn’t keep the surprise off his face.
Dimly,
Dyos
heard the sound of the door opening, but he didn’t need to be alarmed.
Dyos
knew by the sound of his clunky footsteps and the
crude off-key song he hummed under his breath it was
Brale
.
Dyos
blew out a breath. He was glad for
Brale’s
timely arrival. If
Brale
hadn’t
arrive so soon, he’d certainly take J, and
Brale
would be wounded they didn’t take her together for the first time.
“My, my.
What have I walked into?”
Sensing
Brale’s
slightly hurt tone,
Dyos
gently placed J back on her
feet. “We hadn’t gotten far. You came back just in time.”
“Indeed?”
Brale
asked eagerly, closing the door behind him.
He placed down the heavy bundle in
his arms, revealing fabrics and what looked like two axes used for chopping
firewood. Another small bag contained what
Dyos
recognized as the typical storage bag most
Hadarian
families used to store dried meat.
“I got us some food, clothes, even
borrowed us some weapons,”
Brale
said proudly.
“Nicked them you mean. Good job all
the same though,”
Dyos
replied.
“I’m sure the kind folks around
these parts won’t mind helping out some fugitives,”
Brale
pointed out. He began laying out a worn, but comfy, large, thick cloak on the
dusty ground.
“What’s the cloak for? We shouldn’t
be wasting clothes to lie on,” J said, coming by
Brale
side to peer curiously at his loot.
Dyos
noticed the way
Brale’s
gaze immediately fastened on
her.
Brale
didn’t possess any of
Dyos’s
shyness. He simply banded his arm around J’s naked waist, drew her to him, and
kissed her deeply before answering.
“Well, this isn’t exactly our ideal
choice of location for our first mating.
Unless you want to
wait?”
Brale
asked her seriously.
Dyos
made
a sound of protest under his breath, but like
Brale
,
he’d respect J’s decision. They’d all been through far too much to rush things.
J shook her head adamantly, making
both men laugh. “I don’t want to wait. Don’t you two think you’ve made me wait
long enough?”
“We’ve all waited too long,”
Dyos
agreed.
Brale
thumbed J’s nipples, and they instantly hardened at his touch. Seeing
Brale
with J made
Dyos
aware of
his throbbing cock. He joined them, molding himself against J’s back.
Brale
closed his mouth over J’s left nipple. Securing one
hand over J’s waist,
Dyos
freed his other to touch J
between her legs.
“So wet already, sweet?”
Dyos
murmured against her neck, liking the sound of her
shudder.
He began rubbing circles around her
clit, his hand occasionally brushing
Brale’s
warm
skin. Capturing J’s lips with his own,
Dyos
closed
his eyes. How long had he dreamed of this moment, when
Brale
and he finally took J together?
So good.
No.
Reality proved to be much better than all of his fantasies.
“We want to hear you come before we
take you, love,”
Brale
murmured, switching to J’s
other nipple while
Dyos
deepened his kiss.
Seeing
Brale
kneel in front of J,
Dyos
stopped his
administrations. Parting from J’s lips, he had to smile at
Brale
when
Brale
took his wet fingers and licked them dry.
J’s cheeks delightfully colored at
the gesture. Before she could say anything,
Brale
put
his mouth to work on her pussy.
“Relax, J. Enjoy the pleasure we’re
giving you,”
Dyos
said, reaching out to pinch the
hardened pebbles of her nipples. He took his own advice, enjoying the little
trembles and shudders of her soft body as she came.
“You taste damn fine, J,”
Brale
said standing.
“Good girl,”
Dyos
said, stroking her back. They took turns kissing her both on the mouth.
Brale
let out a sound when J curled her fingers over his
prick.
“Now it’s time I take care of your
needs.” Without warning, she dropped to her knees. The sight of her mouth
enveloping
Brale’s
member made
Dyos
groan, but she only reached out for his own and began pumping, her talented
fingers moving up and down.
“By the gods, you’re a damn fine
treasure,”
Brale
grunted.
“Our treasure,”
Dyos
agreed, meeting
Brale’s
gaze. When
Dyos
decided he was on the verge of coming, he gently
touched J’s hand. “It’s time.”
She gracefully pulled her mouth
away from
Brale
, who breathed hard, his control at
its limits. “How do you want me?”
“We want to take you at the same
time. You think you can accommodate both of us?”
Brale
asked.
“Is that supposed to be a
challenge?” J asked.
Dyos
let
out a breath of relief, and positioned himself on the makeshift sheets
Brale
prepared on the ground. He smiled seductively at J,
watching her eager gaze sweep from his face to his steel-hard cock.
“Isn’t
Dyos
something to look at?”
Brale
murmured. “Go on, mount
him.”
Dyos’s
cheeks heated at
Brale’s
comment, but all thoughts of
embarrassment fled when J straddled him. She began lowering herself on him,
sheathing him inch-by-inch until she was buried to the hilt. J let out a sound
of pain, but it was momentary.
“How are you doing, J?”
Brale
asked with concern.
“It’s going to feel so good soon,”
Dyos
told her, stroking her cheek.
Her lips quirked
to a smile.
“I know.”
J moved slowly, her movement
hypnotic, hands on his chest, eyes fastened on his.
“Beautiful,”
Dyos
murmured.
She became slick and ready for him,
the muscles of her pussy quivering and accommodating him with ease. J moaned,
rocking herself, and every moment made
Dyos
groan and
grunt in pleasure.
“The sight of the two of you is
enough to push me over the edge,”
Brale
remarked,
positioning himself behind J. “Slow and easy does it, sweetheart. We two are
going to take some getting used to.”
“I’m ready.” J breathed, eyes wild
with excitement.
Dyos
reached out, touching her,
still unable to believe she was real and theirs. J gripped his hand, the kiss
she placed there feathery and light. Her expression grew sober. “I trust you
both.”
She let
Brale
position her, and
Dyos
loved watching her expression
while
Brale
lubricated himself and her opening with a
bottle of oil he’d pilfered from somewhere, and began inching his way inside.
“She’s so tight,
Dyos
,”
Brale
grunted, driving
himself deep. J cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He experimentally
moved in and out of her, until she became used to him. “Ready?”
Dyos
similarly gripped her hips. Just as
Brale
withdrew,
he lowered J’s pussy back over his waiting prick. They took turns, lifting J
and pulling her back down, finally finding a rhythm that suited all three of
them. Under the dim and flickering single light bulb, sweat shone on
Brale’s
and J’s bodies as their flesh
collided,
separated and met again in beautiful unison.
Dyos’s
senses reeled. The room melted away as the pressure gathering inside him began
to climb, a storm waiting to erupt and sweep the three of them away.
“Fuck, I’m close,” interrupted
Brale
. Several lingering strokes in J
was
enough for both of them to cry out.
Watching
Brale’s
face explode to bliss while he emptied himself
inside her nearly pushed
Dyos
over the edge.
Dyos
cupped J’s face. “Are you close, J?”
At her nod, he continued, “Come all
over my cock, sweet.”
Brale
released her, and
Dyos
caught her and sheathed her
inside him. The impact had been enough for J to let out a cry. Her cunt walls
trembled, squeezing and milking him, flinging them both to oblivion. Sensation
drowned him, clouded his mind in bliss.