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Damn
it all.
Dyos
knew the weakness that beset
Brale
similarly plagued him, too. They didn’t have to say
the words out loud because they’d already come to a perfect understanding.
They’d already decided they’d no longer return their stolen merchandise.
Brale
and he were going to keep her and make her theirs,
even if it meant facing hell and risking their lives.

“Fine.
I
guess we have both come to an agreement. It’s time we make our stolen
merchandise ours.”

Chapter Three

Her two new masters were certainly
taking their time.

J-7192, or J, as she liked to call
herself after seeing the name on a corporate logo from the window of her cell
in the Genesis Inc. breeding labs, waited on her knees despite how uncomfortable
it was. The metal floor was hard, and it was chilly in the cabin. She’d like
nothing better than to put on something warm and explore the ship. Years of
training however, made her stay put.

She’d been created and raised in
the main Genesis breeding labs on Terra. J had never been off-planet, and she
wanted to see the rest of the ship or perhaps take a peek out the windows to
see what space looked like.

The contract stated a
Hadarian
crew purchased her, so she was a little curious
why her new masters came from two opposing warrior races
who
had been at war with each other for centuries. They clearly had more than a
simple working relationship going
on,
too, a
relationship she suspected went beyond friendship.

Were they mates?
Curious
indeed.

The door of the corridor slid open
again, and J dropped her eyes again, as was proper. A tingle went down her
spine as the two men drew closer. A large hand lifted up her chin, but there
was no promise of violence there. She looked up to see the dangerous-looking
Cobrini
peering down at her with apparent interest.

“My name is
Brale
,
and this is my mate,
Dyos
. Do you have a name,
female?”
Brale
asked.

“My designation number is J-7192,
but I am whatever you wish to call me, master.” J watched
Brale
exchange a glance with
Dyos
. Gods of the Galaxy,
she’d seen videos and pictures of the two races, but she’d never imagine how
impressive they looked up close.

Brale
and
Dyos
looked like they were bred and created for war.
Both of them reminded her of sturdy, solid, and unyielding hardwood. Their
bodies were made of hard, firm planes of muscle, while their wide broad chest
and shoulders tapered to narrow waists. With those well-defined triceps and
biceps, J didn’t doubt for a second they could kill their enemies with their
bare hands.

The similarities ended with their
bodies.
Dyos’s
dark-hair and eyes suited his
sun-kissed skin.
Brale
by contrast, was pale-skinned,
had short blond hair, and had
slitted
eyes.

She idly wondered if a combination
of fine and ragged scars also decorated their bare skin underneath their
clothes. The scars were stories she was curious to explore and touch with her
mouth and hands. J couldn’t wait for them to start. Given she was created for a
singular purpose, it was hard not to think of sex and mating, especially since
she had a clear sight of the visible bulges on both men’s suits.

“You wish to be known by your
designation?”
Dyos
asked,
slight amusement in his voice.

“I like to call myself J.
If that pleases you, master.”

Dyos
let
out a sigh. “We’re going to be frank with you, J. We’re not who you think we
are.”

A shiver passed through her when
she heard the sound of her name on his lips. No one had ever called her by her
name before. All Breeders were referred to and called by their designation
number until their new masters would decide it fit to assign them a new name.
Having her name was a step closer to being human, something J had wondered
about for as long as she could remember.

Unlike some of the
first-generations Breeders in the lab who had been picked by the scouting teams
of Genesis Inc. when they were in their teens, J had been born, and had lived
in the labs for most of her life. Her cellmate was a first-generation Breeder
who had gotten caught up when Terra erupted into chaos during the
Fall
, and J was always hungry to hear about her stories
about the world outside her cell.

Not the terrain of her dying
planet, but of the hundreds of worlds and numerous galaxies beyond Terra.
Knowing there was something vast, something infinitely more, beyond the tiny
walls she’d grown up in had triggered something unexplainable in J. When J
learned a
Hadarian
crew had taken interest in her,
she’d been ecstatic.

Any excuse to leave the home she
now saw as a prison was as good any. Besides, she’d heard the warrior race
treated most of the
Terran
women they mated with
relatively well.

“You both aren’t my masters?” J
asked in confusion when his words finally clicked.

Brale
pressed a firm hand on
Dyos’s
chest. “For the moment
we are.”

“I’m confused, master.”

“
Brale
,
she deserves an explanation,”
Dyos
said through
gritted teeth.

Brale
took a purposeful step towards her, and because she hadn’t been berated for
acting beyond her station, J dared to look up at him. Her maidenhead may be
intact, which was why her asking price was costly in the first place, but she
had the skills and training to bring her masters to pleasure.

Brale
looked large, intimidating and a little savage, but there was something about
the hunger in his eyes that called to all her Breeder genes.

“Would you like me to service you,
master? My fellatio skills are quite adequate.”

For some reason, her words made
Brale
let out a shaky breath. “
Dyos
is right. I can’t do this yet. Get off your knees. You need to hear this.”

Uncertain if he was displeased, J
stood, shocked when
Dyos
draped something warm over
her bare shoulders. It was a blanket, she realized. Her uncertainty grew when
the two men sat on the coach at the end of the wall. J clutched at the ends of
the blanket nervously.

She didn’t understand what they
were asking of her. Did they want her to service them while they were seated? J
had heard stories of
Cobrini
customers who mistreated
their Breeders. She was beginning to panic when
Dyos
patted the space on the couch between them.

“Have a sit, J.
Don’t
be frightened. We just want to have a talk for now.”

“Of course, master.” J sat on the
couch, feeling at ease.

She’d been trained to be able to
hold interesting conversations in multiple languages. J was well versed with a
couple of hundred languages, including
Terran
and
Hadarian
, but the pair seemed fluent in the International
Space Standard.

“Well, I suppose there is no easy
way to say this.”
Dyos
began to finger the edge of
her blanket, an obviously nervous gesture.

Her confidence faltered, and dread
suddenly took its place. Did the pair suddenly change their mind about her, and
decided for a return? Her heart unexpectedly lurched against her chest. They’d
yet to claim her, let alone touch her, so a return was still possible. Would
her new buyers be as exciting, kind, or as thoughtful?

“Did I do something to displease
you, master?” J hated how her voice came out uncertain and a little shaky. Firm
hands were planted on her shoulders, and J saw
Brale
frowning down at her.

“You’ve done nothing but please us,
little one. Now, will you listen to what
Dyos
has to
say?”

Hesitantly, J nodded.

“We aren’t who you think we are,”
Dyos
said, and began to explain how they’d wrested her away
from a
Hadarian
crew.

J’s eyes widened, not sure how she
should react. She felt lost, and she hadn’t been trained for this. Some part of
her was also disappointed, because she’d hoped to finally put her skills to use
on
Brale
and
Dyos
. J really
wanted to experience what it was like being with a
Hadarian
and a
Cobrini
male.

“You are shaken, which is an
expected response.”
Dyos’s
hand felt like a brand on
her shoulder.

J wanted his hand to dip lower,
past the blanket to touch her flesh. She tried to clear her head. What was
wrong with her? The two men just confessed they’d just stolen her from her
rightful masters.

“What will happen to me now? Will I
be taken to your client?” J asked, nearly jumping on the couch when
Brale
growled beside her.

“No.”
Brale’s
face was suddenly inches from her own, his black irises nearly swallowing the
whole of his eyes. The passion there both frightened and excited her.

“No?” J asked, unnerved by his
closeness.

She sucked in a breath when he
began to trace the side of her neck with his nose, as if he was inhaling the
scent of her. He so was close J could also take in the sharp masculine scent of
him. She was tempted to lean in to him, to beg him to touch her with his
powerful hands.

“She smells so
good,
Dyos
,”
Brale
murmured. J felt something wet and warm touch her skin and realized it was
Brale’s
tongue. “I can’t wait to taste her.”

“Hold on,
Brale
. We are not done with our discussion.”

Looking pained,
Brale
closed his eyes, took a deep breath and parted from
her. “You almost sound hopeful when I said we won’t be returning you to our
client, little one, or did I misinterpret your reaction?”

“No,” J felt
herself whisper, licking her lips. “You didn’t.”

Dyos
grasped both of her hands in his, and J was stunned by
how her hands looked like a child’s in his. “Tell us what you are thinking, J.”

It was a little
hard breaking away from all her training, but since
Dyos
wanted her opinion she answered him honestly. “This is all new to me, but who I
belong to doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to me is getting out of
the cage I was raised in.”

Dyos
seemed deep in thought, beginning to rub the pads of
his fingers on her hands. “So you are not severely disappointed or distressed
to find yourself in such a position?”

J shook her
head. “May I ask what you intend to do with me?”

Dyos’s
eyes grew heavy, gaining the same intensity as his
mate’s. “I won’t lie to you, J. We have been thinking of taking a third for a
while, but we do not wish to put pressure on you about what we want in the long
run. For the present, well, I’m sure you have no illusions as to what we want.”

Feeling bolder,
J’s eyes dropped with unconcealed interest to the visible bulge in
Dyos’s
trousers.

“But what we
want in the present is dependent on what you want.”

“What I want?
You’re giving me a choice?” J asked.

J had a feeling
the two alien men didn’t live by anyone’s rules, and often took what they
wanted without a care in the world, yet they were offering her something rare.
A gift no one had ever offered her before.
Choice.

“You have been
raised as a captive, a slave with no will all your life, J. So yes, now is a
good time as any to be finally able to make a decision for yourself. Tell us
what you want, and we might be able to give it to you.”
Dyos
raised her hands to his mouth and blew at her cold fingers.

“If you crave
freedom, then we’ll give it to you. Freedom might come at a price you’re not
prepared to pay, because the galaxy is a frightening and dangerous place, but
we’re willing to help you make a head start.”

“
Dyos
,
you’re scaring her,”
Brale
growled.

“No. He’s not scaring me. This is
just all new to me, and I need time to process all this information, but I do
know one thing,” J immediately answered.

“What do you
know,
little one?”
Dyos
asked, looking surprised when she
took off the blanket and positioned herself between his legs.

Dizzy with excitement, J could feel
her heart hammering painfully against her chest. Did the two men know the
intent of what they just did? Their words felt too good to be true, but she
didn’t think they were lying. Instinct told her that, despite their doubtful
profession, they were honorable men.

Sliding her hand across the taut
muscles of
Dyos’s
thigh, J finally looked up at him.
Dyos’s
dark eyes crept down her face to the hardened points
of her nipples. She wondered if he knew just how drenched her pussy was getting
with just that one look.

“You told me I have a choice, and I
want to experience what it’s like being with you both,” she finally answered,

Her fingers found the zipper of his
trousers, but
Dyos’s
fingers stopped her. “You are
sure?”

“Very sure.”

Large but gentle fingers traced
their way from her left cheekbone to her lips.
Dyos
tilted her face slightly and seemingly content by what he saw in her eyes, he
let her continue.

J unzipped his trousers until his
cock sprang free, and the sight of the curving, thick and massive veined length
made her gasp.

“Daunted, little
one?”

“Not one bit.” J leaned forward,
curving one hand over his base and putting her tongue to his tip.
Dyos
groaned when she gathered his leaking pre-cum and
began spreading it across his length. J felt his fingers sinking into her hair,
fisting them as she began to work.

She diligently worked her tongue,
slightly aware of her breasts bouncing and another large hand cupping one of
them. The fabric of
Dyos’s
trousers brushed slightly
against her bare flesh, making J pause from her task.