Marked for Surrender (12 page)

The council had good reasons for suppressing the evidence of Christophe and Zevon's innocence. If Vezera stumbled, the markets on Nylar would falter since Vezera had diversified into every imaginable product.

Pavlik clearly cooperated and dealt with the Blueshift Brotherhood, and that made him a traitor, regardless of his financial and political power. Only he, Zevon, and Andia could stop him."So what now?” Christophe asked.

"When I hacked into the council's files on Ivanovitch, I found a name of someone who is undercover, trying to get information on the Brotherhood from the inside.” Andia pressed a button on the console, and Sethos Prime came on-screen. “He is there."

Zevon shook his head. “We can't go there. Not with you,” he said bluntly.

Andia glared at him. “I'm well aware of what we face."

"Are you?” Zevon snapped, and Christophe sensed the fear beneath his sharp tone. “When I was developing a vaccine a few years ago, our ship ran into a Sethos Prime war bird. They boarded us and took all the women.” Zevon clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face bunched and tight. “Nylar protested, and the women were returned.” He tightened his lips. “Some of them wished they'd been murdered. None of them are back at work, too psychologically damaged to return.” He held Andia's gaze. “The Primarians only had our co-workers for two months. I don't want to know what they did to fuck those women up like that."

"I know the stories,” Andia said; her face looked like it was carved out of stone.

"The reality is worse,” he said.

"They didn't take all the women, did they?” she argued. “The women who were mate marked were left behind."

Christophe and Zevon exchanged a glance. She would know that. This was a volatile discussion for them. Even after Christophe had declared his love, tying himself to Zevon in every way but officially, there was always doubt between them.

Zevon let out a sigh. “You're not marked."

She leaned forward. “So mark me."

Christophe gritted his teeth. A mixture of jealousy and anticipation made his stomach churn. He wasn't even sure who or what he was jealous of. He wanted to be marked. He wanted to mark them both. There was a jumble of emotion, and it surged forward, threatening to overwhelm him.

"You're crazy,” Zevon said roughly. Christophe had to agree, but—

Mistress Andia couldn't know the pain both he and Zevon had about this. She didn't know what she was asking. For Zevon to mark her, he tied himself to
her
. What would that do to the promises Christophe had made to Zevon? He placed his hand on Zevon's thigh. “She doesn't know, Z."

"Know what?” Andia raised her eyebrows. “I know Zevon loves you, has wanted to possess you. But he can't mark you. If he could have, you'd be marked."

"Stop it,” Christophe demanded. He didn't want to talk about this.

"It's why he let you hide your secret, Christophe,” she said, implacable. “Because he could never possess you. Not the way he felt you deserved."

Shock reverberated through Christophe's body. “Z? Is that true?"

What could he say? Zevon hadn't put the thoughts into words, but Andia had nailed it right on the head. Christophe had always wanted a mate mark, a sign of belonging, that Zevon could never give him. Something in the chemistry of their relationship prevented it. So was that the reason he'd encouraged Christophe hide his submissive side, never revealing the true nature of their relationship?

"Yes.” Zevon started to rise, to get away from them both, but Chris anticipated him and shoved him down.

"Is that why you tried to take the blame for everything that happened?” Christophe demanded to know.

"It was my fault."

"We investigated it together. You may have done a lot of the legwork, but I helped you, hacked for you."

Zevon smashed his right fist into his other hand. “For me. You did it for me. If I had let it go—"

"Shut up, both of you,” Andia snapped. “Don't you get it? Pavlik wanted you both dead. He was going to get it done in whatever way he had to do it. The blame is his.” She gave them a steady look. “Marking me will protect me so we can contact Leo Eyler."

He must have lost his mind. Zevon gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet, thrusting his face inches hers. “It will be permanent. Forever. You'll belong to me, wear my mark on your arm. There's no fire that can burn it off, no skin graft that can hide it. Whatever happens, you'll be mine."

"Isn't that what you want?” Andia's chocolate brown eyes riveted him. In them he saw desire, longing, and power. So sure, so confident.

He clenched his jaw and said through stiff lips, “I don't know. I want to possess you, tie you to me, make you mine the way Christophe is mine. I want that so much that I don't trust it."

Andia didn't touch him, but she was so close that her breath bathed his face with her warm sigh. “Maybe you can't mark me."

Christophe gasped. He immediately stepped aside, seeming unsurprised when Zevon jerked Andia toward the back of the shuttle. Why wouldn't she think that? He hadn't been able to mark Christophe even though they both wanted it.

Dammit, he knew she was goading him, forcing him to do her will. He also knew she was right. This was their only option. He was going to wrest control from Mistress Ball Breaker.

When he'd brooded in the back on their way to the cabin hideaway, he had noticed a series of modifications on the shuttle that intrigued him.

He was satisfied to see Andia's eyes widen as he accessed the control panel.

"How did you know about that?” she demanded.

He smiled grimly. “I'm a bioengineer, but I like shuttles. I noticed this one had additions. You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

She jerked on her arm, but he wouldn't release her. “I'm hardly little or a girl. I'm a Nyral Mistress."

"Not at the moment,” he said in a low, purring tone. “At the moment, you are a Nyral woman who requested I mark her. But I'm not doing this your way.” He lowered a series of hooks and straps from the ceiling of the shuttle. “Christophe, get the stool over there in the cabinet."

His lover moved quickly and unfolded a sturdy step stool from the cupboard in the wall.

Andia struggled and fought. “What are you doing?"

Zevon threaded his hand through her hair and forced her to meet his gaze. “I'm going to give you what you want, but
I'm
going to control this session, Andia. You didn't break me. I'm a dominant who will submit to you. But that cuts both ways. Are you willing to submit to me? Or was Mya the only one?"

In her stillness, he had his answer. Mya had dominated Andia, tapping into a hidden part of her. He wanted her submission, her capitulation, even though afterward he would kneel at her feet.

With Christophe's help, he bound her hands behind her back and strapped her into a ten-point restraint that crossed over her breasts. Securely bound, Zevon pressed a button that lifted her off her feet and suspended her vertically.

Then while she watched, he pulled out her bag.

"What are you doing?” she said, her outrage making her voice hard.

"You know, I always hated that all-knowing dom shit,” he mused, ignoring her question. He dug in her bag until he found the flogger he knew she'd brought with her. He would have. “I once did a role-playing scene with a female sub, and everything went wrong."

Christophe, who had heard the story, chuckled. “All-knowing dom indeed."

"She was a pain slut, and I didn't give her pain. That one used pain to get to submission. For her, the fight was more arousing than subspace.” Zevon swished the flogger through the air. “Let's just say that I had a tough time explaining the black eye I got from a submissive."

"You're wrong again,” Andia snapped.

"No, I'm not. You're like her. Pain is your thing, just like it's mine. You're not a submissive, but you'll submit to me, Mistress Ball Breaker.” He glanced at Christophe. “You, strip."

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How the hell had he read her like that?

Andia tried to breathe. Panic began to take over. Helpless, bound, and about to be marked, she didn't know if she'd shatter before she submitted.

Mya had always been indirect, almost sneaky in her domination. Through pleasure and pain, her guard had brought her to a place where Andia could let go.

But Zevon was like a tornado, ripping through her shields, taking rather than stealing. What frightened her the most was the way her body reacted—aroused, excited, wanting him to pillage her rather than cajole her.

She hung from the ceiling, straps holding her so she wasn't stretched or uncomfortable. Her breasts jutted out, her nipples hard and aching. Her pussy was exposed, the straps positioned to spread her legs slightly.

Naked and aroused, Christophe stood in front of her, his scrutiny traveling over her and leaving behind a trail of heat. Where was Zevon? His voice sounded from behind her. “Christophe, stroke that beautiful dick of yours while I punish Mistress Ball Breaker for lying to me."

"I never lied to you,” she protested.

"Why do you want me to mark you?” He asked the question in a hard, demanding tone.

"To be safe from the Primarians."

The surprise and the stinging pain from the strands of the flogger made her cry out. Twice more he slashed across her back.

"Why did you want me to mark you?"

"Because you want to mark me."

This time it really hurt, the blows causing thudding pain. Her thoughts began to scatter. The pain shifted to something else, to pleasure that was darker and more dangerous. Her pussy throbbed, and she knew all she'd have to do was touch her clit and she'd explode.

"Answer me,” he demanded.

She focused on Christophe and the way his hand circled his cock, jerking it, and the way he stared at her. “Because I want your mark,” she whispered shamefully.

The flogger slashed across her back. “Louder."

"I want to wear your mark,” she shouted.

"Come closer, Christophe.” Zevon came into her view as he tossed the flogger back into her bag and retrieved some lubricant. “Wrap your legs around him, Andia. Let him suck your tits. He likes boobs, and I don't give him enough."

Christophe grinned and stepped closer. He lifted her legs, and she dug her heels into his ass. His cock dug into the flesh around her slick entrance, but he didn't slide inside. He did flick his tongue around her right nipple. She gasped with the rush of pleasure it gave her. His teeth scraped over the ridges, and she rotated her hips against the iron bar of his arousal.

His right hand closed over her other breast. More splinters of pleasure rippled along her nerves. He sucked and bit her nipples until she was mindless, needy.

Then Zevon pressed two lubricated fingers in her ass. She jerked in the restraints, and fresh fluid slid down her thigh. He stretched her, first with three, then four fingers.

His mouth was by her ear. He must have set up the stool so he could—could—Stars! He was going to fuck her in the ass while she was suspended.

"I'm going to brand you in a way I'll bet even Mya couldn't,” he murmured in her ear. “Are you a virgin here?” He crooked his finger, and she moaned. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Has anyone else fucked you in the ass?"

She shook her head.

He smacked her thigh. “Answer me. You're not gagged."

"No. No one has fucked me there,” she sobbed.

"Good. This ass is mine,” Zevon whispered in her ear. “But mine will be yours too, Andia. You'll get a strap-on and fuck me so hard I'll jet my cum out all over Christophe."

His words almost made her lose control. He chuckled, the warm sound echoing in her ear. “But not now. Now I'm going to make this ass mine. And I'm going to make you like having my dick up your ass."

All the time he spoke, his fingers slid in and out of her ass. Now he used his other hand to pinch and roll her clit. Helplessly, she thrust toward his hand, feeling Christophe's engorged cock against her sensitive skin.

Her orgasm slammed into her; she cried out, and her muscles clenched. She sobbed, wishing she could touch them, wishing she could fuck them.

"Fuck her, Christophe. Make her climax last longer. Drive into her hard.” Zevon's guttural order made her shudder.

Christophe slammed inside her hard and fast, filling her. Zevon's fingers were gone from her clit, but Christophe sucked on her tit hard while he drove his cock deep inside.

Her cry changed to a scream, and her hips pumped to meet Christophe's thrusts. “Oh Stars! Oh Stars! Oh Stars!” Pleasure rolled through her.

Zevon removed his fingers from her ass and slid his cock inside her slowly. But she didn't want it slow. She wanted him to drive into her ass the way Christophe drove into her pussy.

"Please,” she gasped.

Embedded deep inside her tight channel, Zevon's breath blasted her ear. “What, Andia? What do you want?"

"Fuck me harder."

His hand gripped her hair, and he yanked her head back to meet her frantic gaze. “Then you know what to call me, how to ask."

She whimpered. Fuck. She couldn't do it. But Christophe's cock was buried inside her pussy, and Zevon's dick was inside her ass. She wanted them to fuck her and spill their cum inside her. She needed it.

"Master,” she whispered.

He pulled out and thrust back in and held still. “Louder. Beg me, dammit."

"Master,” she shouted. “Fuck me harder. Let Christophe fuck me harder. Mark me!"

A low growl vibrated against her ear. Her request seemed to unleash them. Both men fucked her in earnest, driving her higher and higher until she screamed, careening over the edge. She lost control and gave it to Zevon.

"Now, Christophe,” Zevon snarled.

The two men exploded, their hot cum bathing the walls of her vibrating channels. Her voice was hoarse as she screamed again, another release hitting her like an asteroid.

The burning pain ripped through her, traveling from her aching pussy to her arm. It sizzled and hurt like a motherfucker. She couldn't move, pinned between both men.

For a second, she opened her eyes and noted an agonized expression contorted Christophe's face. But surprisingly, she glanced back at Zevon and noted the same had happened to him.