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“I find this most fascinating,” Cayl murmured. “Her pussy
gets wetter with every stroke to her tits.” Cayl didn’t pull his hand out from
beneath her skirt but he flipped the side of her jacket open so he had access
to her breasts. He caught Mace’s gaze and seemed to command him forward.

Without Cayl speaking, Mace knew what Cayl wanted him to do.
It was like some quiet voice in his head guided him. He bent down, cupping the
luscious round breast before him and sucked the tight peak into his mouth.
Devin gasped and arched her back, pushing into the touch.

Mace looked over. Cayl’s mouth was latched onto her other
breast, that strong mouth sucking, working her nipple to what had to be the
point of pain. Devin didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were glassy and her skin
flushed a lovely red.

Mace traced his fingers over the breast before him, waiting,
feeling Cayl’s rhythm. He lapped at the tight peak and let his senses overtake him,
reacting with the unconscious knowledge of Cayl’s movements. He matched Cayl’s
pulses, sucking lightly, flicking his tongue across her nipple while Cayl’s
fingers fucked her cunt.

Devin’s moans flowed through his senses, blending with the
strange sensations he imagined came from Cayl. She twisted in his hold,
demanding more. He closed his eyes and sucked, drawing her flesh deep into his
mouth. A soft sob broke from her lips and her hands clutched the back of his
head, holding him in place as she pumped her hips up, rocking against the
fingers Cayl had inside her.

“Come for us,” Cayl commanded. “Come now.”

Her body seemed attuned to them and she cried out, hips
pressing up. Tension rippled through her muscles. Her fingernails dug into his
skull but Mace savored the pain.

“She has more pleasure in her,” Cayl announced. “Suck her
tits a little longer and I will work her clit.”

Mace’s head spun as he followed Cayl’s instruction,
returning to sucking her nipple. Devin moaned and arched into his touch making
his cock brutally hard. Fuck. They needed to fuck. They needed to be inside
her.

Mace reached for the peak Cayl had just abandoned and
pinched, hard enough to draw a gasp, adding a bit of pain. Devin’s fingers
pulled on his hair, almost dragging him away but he knew, could tell she wanted
more. The pain just made it better.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel it too.” Her head dropped back
and she moaned, rocking her hips up, sending Cayl’s fingers deeper into her
pussy. Mace retreated. He needed to see, needed to watch. Fuck, she was
gorgeous—spread out, almost naked, lost in her need. He rocked his cock against
her hip. It wouldn’t take much and he’d come in his jeans like a teenage boy.

Cayl growled. The sound so basic, almost feral, that it
filtered through the sexual haze covering Mace’s brain. He watched, his lips
returning to Devin’s pretty breasts as Cayl’s arm pushed Devin’s legs open,
forcing the tight skirt up above her pussy so Mace could see. Cayl’s fingers
filled her cunt, driving fast, hard, going deep. Fucking her.

Cayl lifted his gaze, sharing this with him, meeting Mace’s
stare as he pumped inside her.

“Come for us, female. Let us be your pleasure one more
time.”

Devin seemed unable to ignore Cayl’s commands and she
shouted, arched her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy clenched around his
fingers and sweet pleasure flowed through her core, spreading out into her
limbs. Only Mace’s support kept her from collapsing right there.

He held her safe as she floated down off her orgasmic high.
She wasn’t sure how long she drifted but finally, he eased her upright. She
blinked, looked at Cayl then at him.

Cayl didn’t seem to understand the female need for cuddling
after the orgasm. Mace pulled her forward and covered her mouth in a kiss.
Devin opened her mouth and just took what he gave, letting him take her weight,
be her strength.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “I
love seeing you come.”

He kissed her again, unable to resist the taste of her
pleasure. When he finally pulled back, her eyes were dazed but blinking as if
she was trying to focus. Cayl watched, his assessing stare trying to figure out
what had happened in those few moments.

Mace leaned over and pressed his lips to Cayl’s ear. “Kiss
her. Show her that you still want her.”

“I do.”

“Show her.”

Cayl blinked and Mace recognized the reaction. Cayl thought
it was obvious but a woman might not. Following Mace’s instructions, Cayl
leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Devin’s, a light, almost sweet kiss.
“You are so intriguing, Agent Denning. If you would permit it, I would put my
mouth on your pussy and lick you to another climax.”

Devin’s smile was a bit dizzy and vague. She looked at Cayl
but then turned to Mace, drawing him in.

“I could go for that…” She paused, the look purely female,
purely wicked. “Later.”

Mace nodded. Cayl followed. “Then we will have you later. I
will have you in my mouth while Mace shows me the pleasures of having my ass
fucked.”

Devin’s gasp and double blink made Mace smile. She looked at
him with wide eyes. He shrugged. “I told you I’d found different ways for him
to fuck.”

* * * * *

The words rang through her head as she walked on wobbly legs
to the bathroom. Mace fucking Cayl? Cayl fucking Mace? And her? Heat flooded
her pussy. Her unsteady legs weakened and she reached out, putting a hand on
the way to keep her upright. She didn’t doubt she would be included, attended
to, even if her boys fucked each other.

She shook her head. Three days and she was thinking of them
as “her boys” and accepting three-ways, and fucking and public sex. It would
have shocked her more if it didn’t feel so freakin’ good. The orgasm—orgasms,
plural—from moments before had weakened her knees and blurred her thoughts. She
could only think, later, that was why when the stranger grabbed her arm, she
didn’t react. She turned and looked at his face.

The evil and hunger in his gaze immediately scared her but
it was too late.

“You seem like a lusty one. Come with me.”

A pinch in her skin gave her a moment’s warning before the
haze overcame her mind.

“Wha—? I don’ unnerstand.” Her lips felt fuzzy, her head
filling with fluff.

“I need the energy. Come with me.”

Mace and Cayl.

Those were her last thoughts before the world turned black.

* * * * *

Cayl clenched his hands together and tried to ignore the
tension in his shoulders. This human body reacted in ways he didn’t understand.
Almost as soon as Devin had gone to the bathroom, he’d grown uncomfortable.

He searched again for a connection to her but he hadn’t come
inside her—not fully—not enough to establish a bond. But still, he’d spent
enough time with his mouth on her pussy that she’d entered him. Just enough to
tell him something was wrong.

Mace assured him that human females often wanted a moment
alone after they’d experienced their passion so publicly. Still, it didn’t seem
right. She should be with them. They could taste her decline from the sexual
heights.

And she would be safe with them.

Cayl squirmed, the strain in his muscles too strong to
ignore. The hairs at the base of his neck practically vibrated. The annoying
sensation sent a ripple down his spine.

“I don’t like it. I think something is wrong,” Cayl
announced. Mace would ignore him. He would know there wasn’t a strong enough
connection between Cayl and Devin to warrant such a reaction but he couldn’t
deny what his human form was telling him.

He looked at Mace, waiting for his denial. Instead Mace
nodded. “I think you’re right. Let’s find Devin.”

As a unit, they started toward the restrooms in the back.
Cayl scanned the area, looking for signs of Harken. The glitters that warned
him that his enemy was near erupted as they moved near the door of the women’s
room. It had to be very recent for him to detect the traces in the weak
illumination.

“Harken.”

“Fuck. Here?” Mace’s body went tense and Cayl nodded feeling
his lover, his partner accept the strain as he did.

“Yes.” Unconcerned about the females inside, Cayl punched
his fist into the women’s room door. “Devin?” He ignored the feminine yelps and
listened for her sigh or grunt of irritation. There was none. He let the door
swing shut. “She is gone.”

“Harken has her?”

Cayl nodded. “I would think so. Fuck.” A tiny corner of his
mind was shocked by the curse word that broke from his lips but he ignored it.
It helped relieve his tension and focus his mind. The important thing was
finding Devin. “How could I have missed him? He was here and I—”

Mace’s hand landed on his shoulder, halting the words
spewing from his mouth.

“Stop. Self-recriminations later. Let’s find Devin. You
found his place today, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you said you left it intact. So he’ll feel safe there.”

Cayl listened to Mace’s words and tried to focus his
thoughts, ignoring the raging emotions that flowed through his chest, warning
that his female was being harmed, that she’d been taken.

“Yes.”

“So, let’s go there. He needs Devin alive right?”

“Yes, but the more pain she is in, the more energy he
draws.”

Mace gave one quick nod of his head. “Then let’s get there.
Now.”

* * * * *

Devin came awake to an insistent slapping to her butt. It
wasn’t the sexy spanking that Mace and Cayl had given her. This was annoying
and kind of painful. Again, not in the fun, sexy way. It just hurt.

She blinked and tried to process on her surroundings. She
was bent over a sawhorse, her ass in the air. Stiff leather cuffs bound her
hands to the ground. Her head hung down and she could see her breasts, bare,
her legs and feet bare.

Okay, just assume you’re bare-ass naked and some crazy
asshole—Harken—is slapping your ass. Not good but Mace and Cayl will notice
that you’re not there.

Unless they are fucking each other and then they wouldn’t
notice an earthquake
.

“Are you awake?”

She tried to hold still and ignore the low slimy tones but a
painful stroke across her ass sent a shock up her spine.

“Do not attempt to fool me, human. I’m far too intelligent
to be fooled by your weak attempts at deception.”

“What’s happening?” she asked in her best breathless, groggy
voice. Her mind streamed through the events of the evening. He stepped in front
of her, but from the angle she could only see from the waist down. Her eyes
locked on the riding crop dangling from his fingers.

Fuck. This is going to hurt.
She lifted her head
further, just enough to get a glimpse of the room. She’d been here before. This
afternoon.
This is Harken’s lair and he’s going to—

She stopped her thoughts. He’s not going to do all the
horrible things that he’d done to the other women. Because Mace and Cayl would
realize she’s missing and come after her.

Unless they’re fucking.

He flicked the riding crop out and slashed it across her
thighs. Devin bit back the cry and did her best to hold still.
Talk to him,
distract him. Give Cayl and Mace time to get here.

Clinging to that thought, she forced her head up even as he
hit her again with the crop.

He raised his arm, drawing back for another strike.
Stall.
Delay. Do something.

“So, is it true you’re an alien?”

He yanked his hand back and Devin crushed her smug smile.

“I mean, all the other girls say it, that you’re spooky and
you aren’t like the other men.” She paused and made her voice as breathy as she
could given the circumstances. “But I think you’re really a creature from
another world.” She just needed to delay.

Surely, please God, Mace and Cayl would notice she was gone.
Cayl had become quite possessive in the past two days. He should wonder where
she was…if Mace didn’t distract him.

Harken smirked. “Well, you’re smarter than you look,
definitely smarter than the average human.”

“So you are an alien?” She added a little tremor to her voice.
Something about the way he carried himself warned her to let him lead, let him
think he was in charge. Fighting would only make it worse…at least until the
point that he started to actually hurt her, then she was giving it all she had.
“Where are you from? Do you really have antennas?” She blinked innocently.

The arrogance in Harken’s stare increased. “The plural is
antennae. It’s really a wonder that humans haven’t destroyed themselves long
before now. And no, I don’t have antennae. I am a being of energy.
All-powerful. You will bow before me.” He chuckled. “Well,
you
won’t
actually bow before me. You’ll be dead.” He tipped his head back and released
an evil laugh that matched the sounds from the most diabolical cartoon bad
guy…only he wasn’t joking.

She twisted her wrists, trying to see if there was any give
but the leather bands held tight.

“You won’t get free. My last power source somehow managed to
free herself. I won’t allow another to get away. I shouldn’t have had to hunt
for another slut until next weekend.” He ran his hand across her naked hip.
“Luckily I found you. You’ll do nicely.”

“Why me?” she asked. She didn’t know how long she had before
Harken hooked up his machine. It wouldn’t kill her immediately but she wanted
to avoid whatever pain she could.
Come on Mace. Realize I’m missing.
Cayl
was too fascinated by the whole sex thing it was possible he’d forgotten his
mission.
No. He wouldn’t forget. Even in the height of it, he knew why he
was here.

“I saw you with those two men. Any female who can take two
men and still want more has the kind of energy I need.”

So, he hadn’t recognized Cayl. That was good.