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Kellen shook his head. “Not before we’ve extracted our own pound of flesh.”

“Pound of flesh!” she shrieked. “You can’t—wait a minute. Pound of flesh, huh?”

“What scheme is hatching in your delightful little head now?” Shauss demanded, obviously not trusting the calculating look in her eye any more than Kellen did.

“You want flesh?” she asked. “You got it.” Her expression challenged him, but it was her seductive tone that made Kellen’s eyes widen. “Can you get us all someplace with a little less atmosphere and a little more comfort?”

*

“Put him in tension restraints and prop him up in the corner,” she commanded, trying not to smirk at the sight of her two mates frozen in place. Still blinking and disoriented from the unexpected flare into Kellen’s quarters, she’d nonetheless stripped off her boots and suit and now stood defiantly naked, waiting for them to comply.

“What in Peserin’s name are you up to?” Kellen asked. He looked so wary, it was almost funny.

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But not really.

The feeling that she’d lost some vital component of herself in the last couple of days, some critical measure of personal power, made her desperate to reclaim it. There was only one way she could think of to do that.

“An eye for an eye. Sort of, anyway,” she said, her tone deliberately breezy. God, was she insane? “If you really want to punish him, show him what he’s going to miss when he goes into the Big House and becomes some bruiser’s bony bitch.”

“Monica—” both men said at once.

“C’mon, Shauss,” she cut in. Planting her fists on her hips, she looked him right in the eye. “Unlike you, he can’t stand to watch, so fuck me.”

The growl that rattled in his throat was
so
empowering!

She crooked her finger at him. “I
dare
you. Get over here and fuck me now before some other yo-yo comes along with the bright idea of jumping your claim.”

That got him.

“I’m not going to argue with you,” he huffed as he dragged Pret to the wall and sat him up. “But you’re taking my spur up the ass.” Like magic, the little weasel remained upright and she wondered how in the—

“Hey, now! Maybe you’re the one who needs to take it up the ass!”

“If you think you’re man enough.” He grinned as he approached her.

“Shauss, I’d watch my step, if I were you,” Kellen advised.

Shauss glanced at him. “She doesn’t scare me.”

“Come on, Shauss,” she taunted. “Let’s play doctor. You whip that virgin ass out here and let me do a thorough exam, and I won’t even bill your insurance company.”

He was out of his uniform before she finished the challenge, and the battle of wills was on.

“Where would you like me?” he asked.

“You allow this female to talk to you in such—”

“Empran, neural gag, subject Pret,” Kellen said in a weary voice.

Well, that was a neat trick. On someone else.

“Right where you are,” Monica said to Shauss. “First things first, though. Kellen, you strip, too.” The mix of hesitation and anticipation on his face made her smile grimly. He was going to suffer a little, too.

With the emotional walls he’d maintained for years in ruins around him, Kellen felt more naked fully clothed than he ever had wearing nothing. The idea of baring himself further in the presence of Pret was unsettling, but he couldn’t resist Monica’s invitation any more than he could resist the imperative to breathe. She stood there nude, hair flying around her in wild disarray, more beautiful and daring than he’d ever seen her, and all he could do was prepare himself to fuck the living hell out of her and hope he 107

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was able to walk out of the cabin under his own power instead of being carried out on a litter, a victim of her insatiable demands.

He propped an ankle on his knee and pulled off one boot. As it hit the floor, he commented, “This is a new side of you. I like it.”

Her confidence flagged visibly before she shored up her defenses. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me, Commander. We got that out of the way already, remember?”

“I don’t know,” he deliberated as he switched legs and pulled off the other boot. “I think we’ve established how much I want you. And despite his reticence, I have no doubt that Shauss feels the same way.”

“I do,” the lieutenant agreed gravely.

“You, on the other hand, remain something of a mystery.” He straightened and looked at her expectantly. “Perhaps
we
’
re
the ones who require sweet-talking.”

“Oh baloney,” she scoffed. “The only kind of encouragement you two require is a couple of well-placed holes to cram yourselves into.”

Her assessment annoyed him, but deciding this wasn’t the time to debate the issue, Kellen stepped out of his suit and tossed it into the growing pile on the floor. He stood facing her then, arms crossed over his chest, while Shauss closed in from the other side of her. When they were both within reach, she put her hands on their chests to hold them in place, breathing in nervous huffs as her eyes darted from his naked arousal to Shauss’. Her hesitation reminded him that, despite her bravado, the situation was as new to her as it was to them. To him, anyway. Shauss looked primed and ready to pounce. If he had any concerns, they didn’t show on his face.

Kellen thought he couldn’t be more startled when Monica shoved him, causing him to stumble backward and fall to a half-reclining position on the end of the bed. Then she dropped to her knees in front of Shauss.

His eyes widened. Surely she didn’t intend…

The hope that she might have collapsed in a fit of exhaustion evaporated when the tip of her tongue flicked out to taste Shauss’ straining cock. Surprised and dismayed by the seething tangle of emotions that threatened his self-control, Kellen turned his face to the bulkhead and counted to five. And then to ten. But it wasn’t working. He still wanted to kill Shauss. He wanted to drag Monica away from the man by her hair and make her taste
his
cock. Right before he fucked her brainless.

Every Power take him—he was
jealous
!

Logic immediately delivered a stinging lecture about the potential effects of such a destructive emotion on a three-way bond. There was no room for possessiveness in the new order of their society. But reasonable or not, Kellen was feeling decidedly aggravated. Worse, he was feeling usurped, a sensation that did not bode well for the future advancement of Shauss’ military career.

Trying to school his features into a mask of lustful blandness, to reveal none of his inner turmoil, Kellen returned his gaze to the tableau before him.

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The sight of her mouth closing around Shauss’ fat purple glans rocked him hard, captured his imagination with cruel clarity, and the beast in him roared for release. It tested the boundaries of his self-control, requiring every ounce of determination he could muster to sit there, eyes slitted, and watch impassively as the thick bulb of flesh pushed repeatedly between her sweet lips. The knowledge that Monica had chosen to bestow her oral favors on Shauss first ate at him like the most potent of acids. She was
his
!

He nearly sagged in relief when she pulled away with a wet smacking sound.

“I don’t know if I’m hungry enough to eat the whole thing,” she quipped, eyeing Shauss’ surging erection with unexpected humor.

Planting his hands in her hair, Shauss urged her forward. “Force yourself.”

With his cock nudging her mouth once more, Monica ordered, “Spread your feet first.”

His instant obedience was rewarded when she opened to allow him back into her mouth. She sucked at him with hungry mewling sounds that fueled Kellen’s own raging libido even as they inflamed his urge to kill. She acted as if she and Shauss were alone in the cabin, as if he and Pret didn’t even exist. Jaw clenched at the idea of being lumped in with Pret, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at them with burning eyes, going quietly insane as Shauss lived
his
fantasy of fucking Monica’s mouth.

Her throaty moan rang in his ears as she once again pulled off that thick stalk of flesh with a juicy smack of her lips.

“Wait a minute,” she breathed. “We have a gauntlet down, I do believe.”

The beast stilled at once, on the alert. There was no telling what the little Sparnite might do next. If his expression was anything to go by, her uncanny knack for torture affected Shauss just as badly as it did him. She sat back on her heels and sucked on her middle finger in a blatant imitation of what she’d just done to the panting lieutenant, thrusting it in and out of her mouth until they were all moaning. When she finally pulled it from between her lips, it was shiny and dripping with saliva.

Rising to her knees once more, she looked up at Shauss from beneath her lashes.

“Here it comes, big boy.”

Shauss’ grin was strained but indulgent as her hand disappeared between his long thighs. The man was obviously more comfortable with the intimate exploration than Kellen would have been, and the indulgence quickly gave way to arousal as Monica rose to her knees and took his cock into her mouth once more. She stroked his balls with her left hand, cupping and squeezing as she sucked and licked. And probed him. Kellen saw the muscles in her right forearm working as she manipulated Shauss’ anus, saw his knees lock and his thighs grow taut and his hands twine into her hair as he began to grimace.

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between his thighs. The traitor looked utterly humiliated and Kellen marveled at how suitable a punishment Monica had devised for him.

“Fuck!”

The imprecation drew his gaze back to Shauss, who thrust deeply into Monica’s mouth, twisting her hair in a manner that surely caused her pain. She didn’t look as if she cared.

“She’s fucking me!” The growl sounded stunned and not at all happy. “Monica, stop, you have to stop now.
Now
! Oh, sweet mother of—”

He watched in amazement as Shauss jerked hard, once, twice, and then roared out loud as he deposited his seed between Monica’s glistening lips.

It was fully ten seconds before Kellen could close his jaw enough to whisper, “Holy shit.”

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Still on her knees, Monica stared at the spot where Shauss had last been seen and gasped, “What? What did I do?”

He’d flared out without a word.

“Holy shit,” Kellen murmured again. Then he burst into belly laughs the likes of which she’d never heard from any Garathani. He laughed until he had to hold his aching sides, until tears ran down his cheeks, until he slid to the floor and rolled in breathless agony. Kellen! The imposing commander, in stitches on the floor. Naked.

And in front of a naked diplomat, no less!

Wait a minute… Where
was
the nasty old ambassador?

She glanced around the room, but there was no sign of him. Lurching to her feet, she snatched up her suit and clutched it to her chest. The rat couldn’t have gone far, a fact that suddenly made Monica feel way too vulnerable. She glared at Kellen while she stepped into the shredded fabric and tried to arrange it over her breasts, though he obviously didn’t notice, lost as he was in hysterics at her expense. He still hadn’t recovered his composure by the time she got her boots on, which really pissed her off.

“Do you mind?” She nudged Kellen’s bare ass with the toe of her boot. “Where’s Pret?”

He took one look at her face and cracked up again. “Detention bay,” he choked out.

“Quit laughing at me, asshole,” she spat, reeling back to give him a good, sound kick this time. He caught her ankle and yanked her down on top of him.

“Peserin’s delight, my
sziscala
,” he wheezed as he squeezed. “I’m laughing at myself, not you.”

“Sure you are,” she grumbled. “Now put a sock in it and tell me what the big deal is.”

“You tell me,” he gasped, trying hard to catch his breath. “Come now, you’re a physician. You should be able to figure this one out.”

“What? I fellated Shauss, right? Something, I might add, that millions of American women do to millions of American men every day.”

“And?” He finally managed to get a hold of himself and rolled them both to a sitting position.

“And what?” She stared at him. “I sucked him off and he came… Holy shit! He came in my mouth!”

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didn’t think it possible, and believe me when I tell you we’ve all tried everything we could think of, not just for the last ten years but all our lives, to produce just such a result. What in Peserin’s name did you do to him?”

“Nothing too startling,” Monica said defensively. God, she didn’t think she’d gone
that
far off the beaten path. She’d heard a lot of guys liked it, and Shauss had seemed open to almost anything. “I just massaged his prostate.”

“Massaged his prostate,” Kellen repeated blankly.

“You know, the prostate gland, that little donut-shaped—”

“I know what a prostate is. I just can’t believe something that simple could—”

“You mean you guys never tried that before?”

He winced. “Of course not. Why would we? That particular gland has no

connection at all to our spurs, and it can only be accessed through our waste canals, for Peserin’s sake!”

Shaking her head, she snorted. “Jesus, I can’t believe you guys made it into space before we did. Talk about not thinking outside the box! You can’t tell me that none of you, not even one out of the whole planet, is gay.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I
can
tell you that,” he assured her, sounding annoyed.

“Our males don’t share the same perversions as the males of your planet.”