I heard Garrett talking, but not to me and not in a language I understood. I made myself look at him, saw him standing next to Slyte, a smidge shorter than the towering Dezrian, and Garrett’s hand rested on his shoulder as if they were best friends.
“You speak
Dezrian
?” I asked, surprise coloring my words.
Garrett ignored my outburst, but both males turned to me, their gazes running over me from my feet up to the roots of my hair. I feared both knew how damp my panties were, how sweaty my thighs. Slyte’s forehead was creased with lines. They looked at me as if they expected me to sprout wings any second.
There was a hard beat, a pulse within me. As if I’d swallowed a greasy engine that roared its way through my bloodstream. And when I gazed into Garrett’s eyes, he fueled that engine with nitro. Ignited it too.
Wrapping my arms around my middle, I shuddered, heat flaring up inside my chest. The hard, hot pulse kept thumping and thumping, as if my heart were growing bigger, stronger. Inside me, a feeling like an implosion tore me apart. I yelled out, more in panic than pain—even though it
did
hurt. My legs gave way from under me.
When I moved experimentally—
why was I lying on the floor?
—my thighs rubbed together, creating bliss. I held my breath, but the pain remained gone. In its wake, a searing need for release was pooling between my legs. My skin tingled and I itched with the desire to be touched.
I arched up, heard myself begging, pleading for sex. When someone stroked my cheek, the touch raced up my spine. The soft contact had to be the best foreplay I’d ever received.
And then I was hauled up, and if I wasn’t mistaken, thrown over a shoulder. To keep me there, a large hand settled on my ass. The sensual overload made me cry out. Unbidden, images sprang up in my mind. Images of giving and taking, lips parting, muscles flexing, of flesh against flesh, and the taste of skin, the spurt of semen on my tongue.
Someone was carrying me—Slyte?—and the rocking motion was nothing less than cruelty. With each step, my breasts beneath my dress brushed against a muscled back. Why couldn’t he take off my dress and soothe my tender nipples with a kiss and a lick? And there was still his hand on my ass, all five fingers giving me a slight squeeze. I stifled a groan and my mind jumped to an image of a cock thrusting deep into my pussy. I came hard, my orgasm so intense a flash of brilliant white lit up behind my eyelids before my world went black.
* * * * *
I woke to the feeling of fingers moving between my legs. Keeping my eyes shut, I became aware of three things simultaneously. Slyte had taken the hint and gotten me somewhere private—the quiet told me I was alone with him. I was lying on top of a bed, the softness of a mattress and sheets beneath my butt a dead giveaway. And I wasn’t wearing my dress anymore.
A sigh escaped me at the pleasure of being naked, even if Slyte’s gentle touch was more torture than relief. His fingers were cool and slippery, as if he were using some kind of massage oil that had a cooling effect. He massaged my inner thigh, occasionally brushing against my pussy with the edge of his hand. I moved my hips with the rhythm of his touch, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my need.
As if sensing my frustration, he touched my clit with the rough pad of his finger, sending more than just a sliver of awareness through my center. Another firework of stars erupted behind my closed eyes. I bucked against his hand and climaxed helplessly in short, violent bursts.
I felt greedy and ungrateful because the climax left me wanting. I moved my hips but found nothing to grind against. Trying to reach with my hand between my legs to pleasure myself, I bit back a cry of surprise.
Slyte had tied me spread eagle to the bed.
I’d been too distracted with getting off that this tiny detail had escaped me. How stupid could I be? How crazed and out of my mind for sex that I hadn’t noticed someone tying me up? Mumbling a curse, I craned my neck. The room was dimly lit, but I saw enough to know that I’d never get the ropes off myself. But how was I to touch myself? I
needed
to slip my fingers inside my pussy. It would feel so good.
“Slyte,” I said, “you’d better untie me this second.”
“We thought it better to protect you from yourself.” Garrett’s face entered my vision, an unseen light source creating shadows and odd angles on his face.
I stared up at him, struggling to find an appropriate reply. “Tell me it wasn’t your hand between my legs.”
“Not my hand.” His expression was one of concern, amusement and lust. “I thought you might disapprove. I was only watching.”
Only watching—dirtier words were never spoken. Lifting my head, I spotted Slyte at the end of the bed, his shirt off to reveal a broad, smooth chest. His coppery skin looked absolutely lickable. As our eyes locked, he wrapped his hand around my foot, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I couldn’t fail to notice that his fingers were wet from my juices. Or, I hastily adjusted my mental image, from the massage oil.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I tried to gather my wits. It shouldn’t be that hard, keeping a straight thought, but it was. Hard to hold on to a thought that didn’t involve some form of sexual activity. I was naked, tied to a bedframe and there were two gorgeous males at my side… Garrett was talking to me, pulling me out of my red-hot thoughts of them touching and kissing me all over.
“Judging from the frown on your forehead,” Garrett said, “I gather you’re trying to figure out what happened.”
“The drink…” I said, my mind hazy, my hips rotating in small circles as if they had a will of their own. Damn, I wanted nothing more than a good, no-nonsense fuck, why was I talking about a drink? My gaze fixed on Slyte at the end of the bed.
Why was he half-naked? I wanted to see him stripped of all clothes, wanted his cock down my throat, wanted to feel him buried deep within me. I let out a series of curses as I noticed that my thoughts had drifted to red-hot again. “Where am I?”
“Well, you’re in Slyte’s bed, as you’d wanted to be.”
“Tell him to make me come again.”
“No.”
“You do it. Fuck me.” I almost choked on my words. Had I said that out loud? Was I insane? Then I remembered the drink’s alien effect on my body and relaxed. Yes, I wasn’t sane, so I shouldn’t be too hard on myself.
“Tempting, sweetheart. But I think we should wait—”
“Forget it,” I said quickly. “Take off the restraints.” My clit was begging to be touched, and if both men wouldn’t take care of me, I would make myself come until I was soothed and fully sated.
Then it hit me.
Garrett
was in the same room with me. And I was naked, bound and so desperate for sex I was panting. My first reflex was to cover myself, my second to pull him close. Both reflexes were rendered useless by a couple inches of rope.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I yelled, trying to arch away from the bed. I didn’t come far. I wondered if my pussy muscles would soon stop working. I hoped so. The constant clench and unclench drove me to distraction.
“I’m not leaving your side until you are better,” Garrett said, settling next to me on the bed, gifting me with that dimpled smile I loved.
I sure wasn’t well. Why Garrett cared though, I had no idea. His presence made my skin tingle, but I had no business lusting after him.
“I wouldn’t know why you’d want to stay,” I scoffed. “You’re good at leaving me.”
I didn’t expect that my words would make an impact on him, but there it was, the ghost of a flinch running over his features, as if I had hurt his feelings. He rubbed his forehead, a tired gesture that had me wondering what went on in his head.
“I’m hoping to get a chance to talk to you,” he said, “but right now you’re not up to it.”
“Garrett, just leave,” I said, sounding more vulnerable than I wished for.
His eyes lit up as if he had picked up on my weakness. “Now, you don’t want to lose your interpreter, do you?”
“What do I need a translator for? Slyte knows what I want from him,” I said, trying to remain calm.
It wasn’t as if Garrett hadn’t seen me naked before, but still. Flustered, I sought Slyte’s calm gaze. As hungry for sex as I was, I wasn’t so starved yet that I would beg Garrett to fuck me. Wait, I had already done that. And he hadn’t jumped at the chance. How flattering.
Slyte gave me a quick smile and a gentle breeze touched my face, creating a faint roar in my mind. I still didn’t understand him, but I appreciated his gesture. He grasped my foot tighter, his fingers rubbing up and down my heel as if he was trying to console me. His touch should have tickled, but instead it sent tingles of sensation up my legs. He took something off a table—a small glass bottle—and poured more of that oil into the palm of his hand. I tipped my head back to enjoy the sudden slick glide of his hands. I let out a whimper as he moved up to my calf, his fingers gently kneading.
Garrett cleared his throat. “I’ve heard the bride is from Earth. Friend of yours?”
I nodded, taking well-measured breaths. Slyte was concentrating on oiling up my other leg, starting at my feet, and his attention was killing me. “Yes, I flew her to her wedding.”
“The wedding, yes,” he said, sounding less than enthusiastic. “I all but crashed my ship here three days ago. I’m still trying to find someone to repair it.”
“Sorry if I don’t care right now,” I gritted out. “I need to get laid. Goodbye.” And good luck with finding someone for the repairs, I thought. Jana had told me that absolutely
no one
was working on Dezra during the wedding celebration because the entire city was celebrating for an entire week.
“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Garrett said. “I prefer you alive.”
“What are you talking about? Slyte wouldn’t hurt me.” No, he didn’t hurt me, instead he massaged me to the brink of another orgasm. Slyte had moved up on the bed to sit next to my waist. Garrett sat on the other side of the bed, which placed me smack in the middle between the two males.
“You do understand that Slyte was ordered to watch over you while you’re on Dezra,” Garrett asked. “He is honor-bound to fulfill your every wish.”
I couldn’t believe I was having a conversation with Garrett, as if nothing had happened between us. And to top it, a conversation about the guy whose cock I desperately needed in me, a guy who was currently drawing oily circles on my belly.
“Garrett, please go. I don’t trust myself around you. And I don’t trust you.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you after we spent the night together.”
“I’m not referring to
that
,” I said, not entirely truthfully. “But you betrayed the trust of your
partner
when you disappeared without a proper word of explanation.”
He worked his hand through his hair. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”
I cringed at the look in his eyes. Did he know I had fallen in love with him? I didn’t need his pity. “I learned a lesson. Next time, I’ll be more careful who I pick as my partner, both for my bed and for my ship.”
“I understand,” he said quietly. “Give me a chance to explain—”
He stopped talking, probably because I had moaned loud enough to drown out his words. I couldn’t help it. Slyte didn’t tire of touching me, and even though his fingers worked my flesh slowly, he had just palmed my breast with one of his oil-slicked hands. And the combination of the cool oil against my hot nipple sent me spinning.
“I’ve waited ten weeks to see you again,” Garrett said eventually. “I guess my explanation can wait a day longer.”
It wasn’t that my curiosity wasn’t spiked by his words, but another wave of arousal raked through my body, made me bow away from the bed. My heart was thumping in my throat. I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, working through the onslaught of sensations with steady breathes. “Garrett, I know you speak Dezrian. Would you
please
tell Slyte to cut to the chase. I want… I
need
him. But you can’t stay to watch, you just can’t.”
When I sought Garrett’s gaze, he had a determined look in his eyes that was all too familiar. He’d been my partner for almost three months. I knew when he wouldn’t budge.
“Damn, Kyra,” he said, impatience lacing his voice. “You don’t understand. He would fuck you without holding back, without denying you. And you would demand more and more. He would simply indulge you.”
My eyes had closed sometime midspeech and I moaned, wishing he wouldn’t torture me like this. “Then let him,” I whispered. “It’s exactly what I want him to do.”
“It’s not that easy really.”
I licked my lips, the ache inside my pussy unbearable in its intensity. How could it not be easy? Cock in pussy, it couldn’t get any simpler.
Garrett reached out, stroked along my cheek. “The drink you had, it makes you crave sex and release as badly as oxygen. Without sex, you’d die.”
“What do you mean? Like, literally die?” I willed him to touch me again, but he folded his hand across his chest as if to prevent himself from doing that.
“If we don’t restrain you, you’d jump him,” he jerked his head to Slyte, “or you would make yourself come. And one orgasm wouldn’t be enough, right?”
As questions went, this was an easy one. I shook my head no.
“See, you need to pace yourself, otherwise you’ll get too excited too quickly. But if you don’t get release, you’ll suffer as well. But bound, we can take care of you slowly but thoroughly.”
“I don’t want
slow
.” Slyte’s hand moved between my legs, the knuckles of his fingers smoothly gliding up and down my thigh. Didn’t this male know where my pussy was? Yes, he did know actually, as he had proven before, I remembered. Why was he mucking around now?
I fixed Garrett with a stare. “Untie me.
Please.
”
“I love you too much,” Garrett said, “to grant you that wish.”
It was enough to pull me out of my sexual misery, but I had difficulty focusing on the meaning of his words. “You do
what
?”
“Too much sex, too many orgasms in rapid succession,” he said, his quiet words sending goose bumps down my spine, “and your heart would fail.”
Words such as “How do
you
know” and “I don’t fucking care, someone fuck me already” jumped through my mind. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid I couldn’t handle my need without dying of unfulfilled lust. My vision blurred, as did my mind, and I heard myself begging for Slyte’s sure touch, for his cock, for anyone to soothe the ache between my legs.