Sons of Amber (6 page)

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Zeke was on her as soon as he set the shield. Within moments they were both naked and panting on the deck inside the main hatch. He couldn't even wait to get to his cabin, that's how strong the hunger for her gripped him. She was a need deep inside, a thirst that would never be quenched. Zeke slid home, his hard body on top of her this time. His eyes followed her every move, her every emotion as it crossed her lovely face, riding hard but slow, in and out.

He took his time now that he was where he wanted most to be in the universe. Where he belonged.

"Do you feel what you do to me, baby?" Angela moaned softly and closed her eyes, but he wouldn't allow it. He wanted her to know who was fucking her, who was part of her. "Look at me, Angel. Open your eyes."

Her eyes flickered open and she gasped, going stiff beneath him as her hands came up to cover her breasts and her eyes fixed in fright on something over his shoulder.

Instantly alert, Zeke looked back and cursed.

"Dammit, Mike. Give us a minute here, will you?" He would
not
stop now. He couldn't.

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"I thought you said no one could bother us once the shield was set." Angela was tense beneath him as he continued to move in her. Mike's appearance had probably killed a bit of the mood for her, he realized, slowing to give her time to adjust.

"None of your people, certainly, but I hadn't counted on Mike getting here so fast.

Only one of my brothers would be so crass as to intrude on our fun." Instead of leaving, Michael, the cad, crouched down next to them, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Go away, Mike. Go find your own girl. There are plenty of submissive females here that would welcome your services."

"Oh, I think your little lady might be a bit more submissive than you think, Zeke."

Mike reached out to stroke her hair back from her face and Zeke growled. Mike just ignored him. "You like being watched, don't you, sweet?"

Zeke felt the clamping of her internal muscles around his cock, and the widening of her eyes told the rest of the tale. Mike was right. She was even wetter than she'd been when Mike walked in. Zeke wasn't sure if he liked her response to his brother or not, but he knew he would do anything to bring her pleasure. Her joy was his only concern.

"What do you say, Zeke? You need some help with her? You Riskers don't know the first thing about taming a filly."

Angela's narrowed eyes and gripping hands on his neck told their own story. "I like Ezekiel just fine, and I'm not a horse that needs taming." Her words came in short panting breaths as her passions rose again. Zeke liked the way she defended him and followed willingly as he neared the summit of passion once more. Mike had startled her and challenged her, but it was Zeke who made her whole. He just knew it. Or maybe he just prayed it was so, but either way he thought he could read it in her lovely face as she turned her lips up for his kiss.

Zeke pulled back, leaving her flat on her back on the floor while he held her legs out to either side of his hips, sitting up now with his dick firmly planted within her tight hole.

He had an idea. It was a naughty one, but the Sons of Amber were up for all kinds of sexual hijinks at any time of the day or night. He and Mike had played this game before as a matter of fact, and he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather have here with them for this experiment. Of all the Sons of Amber, Mike was his closest friend.

Zeke wanted to push Angela's boundaries, to see how far she would go. He wanted to bring her pleasure, the likes of which she had never known, and make her realize he was the only man who would ever cherish her so deeply, prize her so highly. He wanted to make her come and come, then come again. Only then would he take his own pleasure.

"You know," he slid his gaze from her flushed face to Mike, "I think I could use a little help here, brother."

Mike's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Really?" He shifted his stance a bit. "And what can I do for you?"

"Well, see, I need someone to play with her clit while I fuck her senseless." Zeke's gaze challenged hers as she gasped. He could feel her pussy clamping down around his cock and he could feel the gush of excitement that followed. She was more into this than she let on. "Do you think you could help with that?"

Mike turned to look at her, moving one big hand to caress her tight nipple almost absently. Zeke felt her shiver with desire at the other man's touch.

"Can I play with these pretty tits, too, Zeke? I'd like to know what's off limits and what's not before we start."

Zeke caught and held her eyes. "Tell us, Angel. If I promise to guide you and let no harm come to you, is anything off limits? Will you take us both, any way I see fit? Do you trust me?"

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Angela thought she was about to scream, but she ruthlessly bit it back. She was
not
a screamer. The scandalous ideas of these two devastating men wound her passions higher than ever before. She wanted Ezekiel. She loved Ezekiel. But, this darkly arrogant brother of his was stirring lust in her as well. She didn't understand it at all, but her pussy sure seemed to want to let them both have at her.

She didn't understand what it was about them—or rather, about Ezekiel—that made her want to let go of every inhibition and trust him with her very life. She did trust him, though, she realized. She would follow him to the ends of the galaxy and back, if he let her. She could deny him nothing and knew that he cared on some level for her as well. He wouldn't let any harm come to her if it was within his power to prevent it. She was safe with him.

Breathing deeply, she answered the plea in his eyes.

"I trust you, Ezekiel."

His satisfied smile stole her breath. Ezekiel pulled out and Michael's hard arms lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. Her head whirled as he carried her quickly into Ezekiel's cabin. Michael apparently knew the layout of the ship fairly well, for not once did his steps falter.

He looked down at her, his harsh face lit with desire as he whispered for her ears alone. "I'm Michael, by the way. I knew you were special the moment I saw you on the end of that transmission. I've never seen Zeke so happy." Zeke moved up to the bed then, four lengths of flexible rope dangling from his big hands. Her breath caught in ther throat when she saw them, and the heated expression on his face.

"I thought we could try these." Zeke grinned devilishly as he handed the ropes to Michael. A look passed between the two Sons of Amber that made her mouth go dry and her insides quiver.

"Give her a quick climax first, then we'll tie her up," Mike agreed with a knowing nod. This man was a connoisseur of women, it was easy enough to see. What had she done, agreeing to whatever they wanted? For a moment she thought of backing out, but then Zeke climbed between her thighs and started to play with her sensitive bud. All thoughts of fleeing left her mind as wetness seeped from her core, making her as ready as she'd ever been. So close now to orgasm, it would take little to make her come. He knew it, too. She could tell by the glint in his smiling eyes.

"There's something you need to know about Mike, Angel. He's a Dominant."

"Um…what?" It was hard to concentrate with him touching her like that, but she tried her best. A sudden thought occurred as she tried to puzzle out his words. "Oh. Do you mean he likes to be on top?"

Both men laughed, but not in a mean way. Zeke was driving her higher with his teasing touches, making it even harder to take in what he was saying, but she struggled to try. "Oh, she's precious, Zeke. I can see why you want her." Mike's words sounded more admiring than teasing, so she knew they weren't laughing at her. Not that any of that would have mattered at the moment. As it was, she could barely breathe through the spiking pleasure as Ezekiel touched her just the way she needed.

"No, sweetheart." His voice was gentle as he brought her closer and closer to the peak. "When Dr. Waithe designed us, she made different types of males. Some are Pioneers, some are Moderates, some are Risk Takers, like me, and then there are also a quite a few Doms, like Michael. They like to dominate sexually, and there are many women who want and need to submit. You've already taken the first step by agreeing to this. I'm going to let him tie you up and give you pleasure, but ultimately you're mine, Angela. Never forget that." He lowered his lips to suck on her clit. "Your mine!" he whispered fervently against her straining flesh just a moment before he bit down gently, 28

using his lips. She came under his mouth, fingers, and tongue with a wave of pleasure that wrenched a short, keening cry from her throat.

"Not bad, little brother," Michael commented from beside the bed, looking down on them, "but I'll bet we have her screaming before the night is through."

Zeke levered himself up off her and grinned. "I bet I can make her scream with pleasure first."

Mike reached across her body to shake Zeke's hand and seal the wager. She could barely believe these two magnificent men were competing to make her come loudest. It would be childish if it weren't so darn stimulating. She had just come, but already her fires were lighting again. Only Zeke had ever been able to do that for her, and now he was introducing her to something altogether new with the addition of his friend into their loveplay. She didn't know if she could handle it. She didn't even know if it was right, but she vowed to see where it would lead.

Zeke had staked a claim just now, a claim that made her feel warm and loved inside, where it counted. She trusted him. He would be her guide into this new, unexpected ecstasy.

"Are you ready for more?" Zeke asked gently as Mike tugged on her arms, tying one, then the other, to little rings placed strategically along Zeke's large bed. Funny, she'd never questioned those little rings when she'd seen them before, but now she had a sneaking suspicion the bed had been built with just this sort of thing in mind. It was scandalous! And very exciting.

Mike's touch was a little rougher than Zeke's, his hands demanding, but he never hurt her. He pulled and pushed her around as he tied her, making her feel small and vulnerable in a delicious sort of way, but he seemed always aware of his strength and mindful that he not be too rough with her tender skin. She liked that. She liked even more the way Zeke's gaze followed every line of her body, every movement as his brother tied her securely to the sinful bed.

"She's got great tits and a shapely ass." His hands stroked over her as he spoke, firing her senses even further. "A fine looking bit of pussy you've got here, Zeke." Mike talked to Ezekiel as if she weren't there. Somehow the idea of them talking over her in such crude terms was exciting rather than insulting. She could tell from the sparkle in Mike's dark eyes that he knew it, too.

Mike settled between her splayed thighs and she tensed for a moment of delicious anxiety as he touched her intimately for the first time. His touch was different than Ezekiel's, stronger and nearly intimidating. He knew what he was doing with a woman's body and zeroed in on what he wanted. It was exciting and a little scary, but Zeke took her face in his strong hands, soothing as he bent over her for a deep, almost drugging, kiss. While Zeke kissed her, Michael swept his blunt fingers through her folds, swirling and dipping in ways that made her squirm. Her hips nearly lifted off the bed when he plunged one long finger inside her and he pulled out immediately, slapping her pussy in reproval, making her jump again. Zeke left off kissing her to look down her body with an open, lusty grin.

"Don't move, wench, or I'll have to spank you."

"Spank me?" Her breathless voice sounded alarmingly aroused even to her own ears as Mike tapped out a light, teasing rhythm on her distended clit. She sobbed as the fire within her spiraled higher.

"You like that, pussycat? I'll give you more, but you have to hold still."

"I can't!"

He stopped petting her and slapped her quick, hard enough to startle, but not quite hurt.

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"You can and you will, disrespectful wench. When you speak to me, you will address me as Master, and you will not speak unless instructed to do so or questioned directly. Do you understand?" His fingers resumed their play on and around her clit.

"Yes." She nodded, holding Zeke's gaze and knowing from the flare of his expressive eyes that he was enjoying this every bit as much as she was.

A slap stung her excited pussy.

"Yes, what?"

She blushed as Zeke's gaze held hers, a fire leaping within. He wanted her to do this, she could tell, just as much as she wanted to do it. It surprised her really, that she could so willingly give herself up to this man—to Ezekiel. For although Michael was giving the orders this time, it was Ezekiel she wanted to please.

"Yes, Master." Her voice sighed out and Michael rewarded her by plunging two fingers deep into her hole. A moment later he licked her clit, driving her higher as Zeke stroked her nipples.

Michael stroked and sucked in rhythm until she was ready to explode. She did her best not to move, but the pleasure was so intense, she had a hard time of it. He stroked her until she cried out and then he bit down, nipping with just the right pressure on her sensitive clit as she exploded, sobbing softly as her climax blasted through her core.

The two men sat back, watching her as she slowly came back to herself.

"She didn't scream that time, Mike. You'll have to do better if you want to win our wager." Zeke's cock twitched as he looked down on his angel. She was so beautiful, so responsive, so trusting. He had no doubt she was his match in every way.

"Think she's ready for more?"

Zeke moved to her side, stroking her face as he looked down into her lovely eyes.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm okay." Her beautiful smile nearly stopped his heart.

"Sir." Mike barked from her other side, making them both look up at him.

"What?" Angela seemed confused.

Mike moved onto the bed, positioning himself at her side, kneeling there, over her.

He didn't touch, only looked over her ripe body with obvious pleasure.

"I'll have to punish you for your informality, wench. You will address Zeke as
Sir
while we're pleasuring you, and what do you call me?"

She gasped as Mike reached out and pinched her nipple. "Master."

Zeke leaned down to kiss her softly. "I told you he's a Dominant, Angel. He likes to play by his rules, but if you don't want to play anymore, just let me know, okay?" His words were low, near her ear, but he knew Mike heard. He didn't care. Angela came first, and he knew Mike well enough to know he would feel the same. Mike was a Dom, sure, but he preferred completely willing women. He would never force a woman to accept his terms if she didn't truly want to be dominated.

"No," Angela gasped as Mike's hands slid down over her body, "I'm good…Sir."

He pulled back and saw the sparkle of renewed passion and a bit of playful devilry in her pretty eyes. She gave him a sultry smile that made his own breath hitch and his cock twitch. By the Maker, she was beautiful! How he loved her adventurous spirit.

"How is she at sucking cock?"

Mike's rough question brought him back to the moment. He had to get inside her as soon as possible.

"She's skilled, Mike. I don't think you'll have any complaints."

Zeke stared across her body at his brother and Mike nodded almost imperceptibly.

This, he knew, was Mike's way of seeking silent approval of his plan. Zeke would let Mike fuck her mouth, but her pussy was his and his alone. Mike was a close enough friend that he knew without asking that although he was leading, Zeke was the ultimate 30

authority on just how far this little scene would go. The only cum he wanted pumped into her perfect little pussy was his own. He'd give it to her again and again until she didn't remember what it felt like to not carry his seed inside her.

Mike moved closer to her head, opening the fly of his uniform and letting out the monster he kept in his pants. Mike was a big man. Though all of Amber's Sons were built on the large side to please a lady, Mike was bigger than most by about a half-inch of girth. His length was about the same as Zeke's so he knew Angela could handle him, but the width might stretch her pretty lips a bit. Zeke looked forward to seeing how she managed.

With a grin, he moved between her spread thighs once more. Her pussy was swollen with renewed need and wetter than ever as he dipped three fingers inside her tight passage. She moaned, looking down at him for a moment before Mike's hand brought her face back up so her eyes could meet his.

"We're going to fuck you now, wench. I'm going to fuck your mouth while my brother Zeke fucks your pussy." Zeke felt her walls tighten in anticipation as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, preparing her. "I want your eyes on me, girl. I want you to look at me when you swallow my dick."

Without looking back, Zeke watched Mike feed her his wide cock. He felt her excitement in the clenching of her pussy around his fingers and the movements of her restless hips. She was hotter than ever, and ready for more by the time Mike had his entire length buried in her straining mouth.

Mike nodded to him once and Zeke removed his fingers, taking up his position and entering her by slow degrees as Mike started to stroke lightly in and out of her mouth.

"Suck it now, wench. Use your tongue." Mike directed her as Zeke slid home within her hot, wet depths.

"Damn, Mike. She likes fucking us both at once. Her pussy is clenching me like a fist."Mike laughed like the master he was. "She's a good little girl, Zeke, and she likes cock." Mike pulsed in a little more quickly as her cheeks hollowed. "Oh, I'll have to think of some reward for you, wench. You suck me so well. Harder now, girl. Give it all you've got." Mike increased his pace, as did Zeke. Watching his angel suck off Mike's monster cock was making him hotter than he'd ever imagined. He could practically feel her lips around his own cock, remembering the pleasure she'd given him, knowing Mike felt the same amazing pleasure at this very moment.