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Eeete would provide it without pause. She’d been born for this, trained for it.

“I want to pleasure you,”
she’d murmured moments ago in response to him telling her she should go to her own pod and rest.
“I have no desires or needs,”
she’d added,
“other than satisfying you.”

There was no reasoning with or stopping her unless he was unkind.

Zekin couldn’t bring himself to say one harsh word to Eeete or push her away. She’d comforted him sexually ever since he’d rescued her from certain death in E4’s jungle. She believed she loved him. He would have been blind not to notice. However, he knew what she felt was simply gratitude at him treating her with compassion and respect. The first kindness she’d ever experienced. She would have reacted the same with Qatar, Bruda or any of his other men if they’d been the ones who had seen to her safety.

Zekin made a helpless, wanting noise at Eeete caressing his balls. A riot of feeling shot from his groin to his chest, his throat, thighs, all the way to his fingers and toes. He splayed them.

She made a silky sound in seeming approval and licked his right testicle, dragging her tongue over its contours, the light covering of hair, leaving a wake of carnal bliss.

Unable to stop himself, Zekin grunted in satisfaction.

Eeete tasted his sac and breathed in his scent until he thought his body would explode. His heart kept slamming into his chest. He’d fisted his fingers so tightly, they cramped. If he hadn’t tensed his legs, Zekin was certain he’d fall to the floor.

As though she knew precisely what he needed, Eeete eased his right ball into her mouth.

The room spun. Noises both joyous and those of surrender escaped him. The heat from her lips and tongue was intense, arousing Zekin even more. She cradled his rigid shaft in her palm, curling her fingers around it, squeezing gently as she worked her hand up and down his length.

Too much. He couldn’t stand it. Nor could he resist. His body desired one thing, while his mind…

Even as Eeete focused on his enjoyment, clearly wanting nothing more than that, Zekin’s thoughts grew traitorous, returning to Paige. He strained to keep her image away, but it returned and persisted. He recalled her hair’s fragrance, her soft curves pressed against him as he’d held her, protecting her as much as he could, the comfort he knew she required. He pictured Paige on her knees before him, her lips pursed around his crown to take him inside.

Zekin choked out words in his language, demanding more licks and strokes…his mind, soul and heart craving them from Paige.

Eeete obeyed his command immediately. She slipped his cock between her all-too-willing lips and opened her throat as her keepers had trained her to do so that she could accommodate a man’s full length. While she worked him in and out of her mouth, she swirled her tongue over his shaft. Nimbly, lovingly, she fondled his balls.

More,
his mind whispered. Not to Eeete but to Paige. Her face swam before him, eyes hooded with lust, cheeks rosy with arousal. Her expression the same as the moment before they’d kissed. She’d wanted him then, craved his touch as much as he had hers.

Eeete flicked her tongue over the uneven skin at the back of his crown, stirring sensations that rocketed from Zekin’s cock to every part of him.

It was all he could do to keep breathing. Intolerable need surged through him as his body sought conclusion. He drove his fingers through his hair, gripping the ends, tugging on them, his mind still fighting for some measure of control.

His body wouldn’t allow it. Nor would Eeete. She focused on the most sensitive part of his rod, teasing it with each flick of her tongue.

Zekin’s resistance shattered on his strangled shout. Thick come pumped from his cock into Eeete’s mouth. Readily, she swallowed his ejaculate and licked him clean, purring like a contented animal…or a woman who wanted security and kindness above all else. What she considered love.

Finished for the moment, Eeete released his cock, then kissed his firm belly and rested her cheek against it.

In the past, he’d stroked her hair in gratitude for the pleasure she’d delivered. A part of Zekin feared doing that now, not wanting to give Eeete the wrong message.

If she noticed, she didn’t voice her concern. That would have been unheard of for a pleasure slave, even one he’d liberated. Patiently, she waited for him to use her repeatedly as so many other men had done in the past. No matter how many times she brought him to climax, Zekin would remain hard for hours, just as the rest of the males on his plane. The geneticists had seen to that, perfecting his race…or so they had claimed.

He scrubbed his face with his hands, too many unfamiliar and insistent emotions tugging at him.

At last, she begged, “Take me.” Speaking the words she’d been taught to use with the rulers and guards, her palm caressing Zekin’s still-rigid cock.

It thickened a bit more, his body again responding independently of his mind, craving a female’s warmth, her tight, heated sheath surrounding his shaft, imprisoning and sheltering it.

Zekin bunched his shoulders and fought the urge.

“Please,” Eeete murmured, again rubbing her cheek against his belly.

Tenderness and frustration warred within Zekin. He told himself to send Eeete away, to make it clear she wasn’t to disturb him now. He had Paige to consider. Getting her out of here safely, bringing her home.

Never seeing her again after she went through the portal.

Would she turn to look at him one last time…or would she forget to do so in her haste to be with her people?

Zekin’s chest and belly ached dully, a strange pain he’d never experienced before. He tried to shake it off but couldn’t.

Eeete squeezed his ass. When he said nothing, did nothing, she ran her fingers down the furrow between his cheeks, finding and stroking his anus.

He rocked back on his heels at the exquisite sensations, nearly as enticing as Eeete taking his shaft into her mouth.

She sighed happily, no doubt receiving the response she desired.

Repeatedly, she touched and stroked Zekin in an attempt to thrill, using all the carnal moves she knew, what she’d been taught by her keepers to excite men. He struggled against his body’s desires until his intellect and cold reason told him he was being a fool. This was his life now, would be until he died. Vakar, along with the other rulers, had seen to that. However, even they weren’t entirely culpable. Zekin had created his own fate with his crimes. Ones he’d never regret.

Might as well enjoy what he had. A willing pleasure slave. A breathtaking woman. One disciplined to do all she could to delight a man. Satisfying his body but not his soul.

Zekin wrapped his hand around her slender arm, directing Eeete to her feet. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, and then he did.
Tell her to leave. Ask her to do so.

She regarded him, then glanced away, still fearful of gazing at anyone too long.

He wanted to shake her, shout that she didn’t have to be afraid of him. He’d never hurt her…not even to send her away. How could he when this was all Eeete believed she had, what Zekin knew was her only future? She was as doomed as he and everyone else here. Except for Paige.

Defeated finally, Zekin growled, “You know what I like.”

If his suddenly gruff manner surprised, delighted or disturbed her, Eeete didn’t show it. She remained gentle and obedient, padding to the bed. With her back to him, she bent at the waist, supporting her upper body on her elbows. She spread her legs and lifted her ass, offering herself to him. Her vaginal lips were plump with passion, damp with female moisture in preparation for his shaft.

A wanton, alluring scene the male animal in him could no longer resist.

Settling behind her, Zekin lifted his cock and ran the head over the length of her pussy, damp with need, amazingly soft.

Eeete whimpered. Not the manufactured response she might have used with a guard or a ruler, but what sounded like genuine happiness. Zekin reasoned it was her love for him—or what she believed was love—that nurtured her response, even as she expected nothing in return. Having him use her for his own means, not caring about her enjoyment or the state of her heart, was what she’d been taught to expect.

His movements stalled.

She stirred beneath him, lifting her ass a bit more, wanting him to mount her.

Zekin struggled for a moment, then glanced to the side. The pod Paige was in.

Their eyes met.

A shock of desire consumed Zekin, tangling his thoughts, making him more uncertain than he’d ever been. Yearning flooded Paige’s expression, the same as he’d seen before their kiss. However, her response to him then hadn’t lasted. She’d backed away, confusion and what appeared to be dismay coloring her features. He saw the same emotions now, as though she was uncertain of her feelings, didn’t want to watch him and Eeete, but couldn’t help herself.

Eeete made another sound, one of compliance and lust, urging Zekin to do whatever he willed. How could it ever be enough? This was still a prison. He could never leave it. Nor could Eeete or the others here. Only Paige.

Refusing to think about his and Eeete’s sorry future, Zekin turned from Paige and entered Eeete in one powerful thrust, sinking into her completely. His body trembled and his jaw tightened. She was extraordinarily tight—designed that way by the geneticists who’d created her—and indescribably warm. Sweet. Giving.

A rush of affection filled him, crowding out coarse male need. Zekin wanted it to be love for Eeete, but it wasn’t. Never would be.

He should have pulled out of her and left the pod, but couldn’t. To abandon Eeete at this point would wound her more than if he simply used her. No matter how he’d tried to explain it in the past, she didn’t comprehend a man’s need for honor, to do the right thing.

She knew only this. To her, it had been the one connection she’d had with others in a relentlessly lonely and cruel existence.

No, he couldn’t leave her now. She wouldn’t understand. Nor would he ever have Paige. Not in the way he wanted.

Zekin pressed his fingers into Eeete’s hips and thrust repeatedly, telling himself to be grateful for this moment, warning himself not to consider anything else. Anything more.

 

Paige knew she should have turned away but couldn’t manage to do so. She stared at Zekin’s meaty cock burrowing into Eeete’s cunt. Moisture from the young woman’s arousal glistened on his thick shaft.

Eeete’s mouth sagged open on what appeared to be a gasp at Zekin stroking her clit. She fisted her fingers into the rough linens, undoubtedly fighting her orgasm, not allowing herself to come. Paige saw it in Eeete’s deepening color, the way she suddenly gritted her teeth.

Zekin stroked her nub for minutes, clearly determined to coax her over the edge. She didn’t fall, her one act of defiance in a lifetime of yielding.

Paige sensed it had nothing to do with Eeete’s desires and everything to do with Zekin’s pleasure. The young woman wanted his enjoyment above all else.

At length, he concentrated on his own satisfaction, riding her quickly, then slowly, alternating his pace. His shoulders tensed. Perspiration dotted his chest and face, the thin sheen a bluish shade from the water, the tint accentuating his stubbled cheeks.

Paige imagined them rasping the insides of her thighs as he licked her cleft. The thrill of him tasting her. She pictured him tonguing her clit, wrapping his arms around her legs so she couldn’t move them or deny him.

Something inside Paige fluttered at the thought of him above her, his big body and weight keeping her from escape. His hand around her wrists, holding her arms above her head, baring her breasts. She saw her nipples growing so hard at his touch that they began to hurt. He didn’t stop. He licked each, then suckled them in turn. Rough, just as Paige liked. Taking his time, because she owed him for rescuing her from all the horrible junk they’d been through and the stuff they’d yet to face.

Yeah, she definitely owed him.

But it was so much more than that. She ached to touch him, smell him, lose herself in his embrace. There was no way she could deny that any longer. It was crazy given who he was and wherever they were.

Escaping that awful room she’d awakened in, the ice tsunami and all the bizarre creatures in this place had brushed the cobwebs from her brain. For the first time ever, Paige wanted to live for the moment, enjoying what she could before it ended.

And it would. Zekin had promised he’d do all he could to bring her home. Given what he’d already done for her, Paige knew he was a man of his word. Could be he was waiting for the monsters outside these pods to fall asleep, stop being a threat, so he could take her back.

If the creatures ever rested.

Could be he and his men had to come up with a workable plan.

He reached climax, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his quick swallows, his chest heaving from his ragged breaths. Eeete stopped clutching the linens, her fingers limp, her expression glazed with contentment.

They remained joined.

At last, Zekin leaned down, resting his cheek against her back, his attention on the pod’s wall, the coral and creatures beyond, and finally Paige.

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