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clearly displaying the other man for him. She licked her lips and subtly squeezed her thighs

together. Her clever fingers played with Khilam’s nipple, all the while giving off enough desire

to drown him. Devnar gave her a small smile that made her eyes widen and the pulse in her neck

race.

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Chapter Six

Khilam looked at Devnar’s groin and made a strangled sound. “He’s ready to go again?”

Leather creaked as Melania crawled toward Devnar on her hands and knees. The way her

leathers stretched over her bottom sent a bolt of lust straight to his balls. His cock throbbed as

she licked his inner thigh, working her way up his chest.

She pressed herself against him and gave a wiggle of her hips that had him groaning. “Do

you like him?”

Nuzzling the side of her neck, he licked her pulse. Her need and arousal wrapped around

his senses, fueling his desire to fulfill all her needs. “The question is, do you?”

She sighed and ran her hands over his shoulders, teasing him with little pricks of her nails.

“You two would look lovely together, but this is about your pleasure.” The longing in her voice

decided for him. He would do anything to please her, and to be honest, he wanted to sample

more of what Khilam had to offer.

“I’m going to fill you full of cum,” he whispered. “Then I want him to lick you clean.” On

his planet, it was considered a great honor to taste another man’s seed in a woman’s body. It was

a sign of trust and friendship, as well as highly arousing to all involved. While he didn’t consider

Khilam a friend, he was an ally in his efforts to make his little breaker lose control.

“Gladly,” Khilam said in a low rumble as he wrapped his arms wrapped around her and

pressed her between them. The surge of her desire fed his own, and he found himself once again

deep in the need to mate. Until she was satisfied, her desires would keep driving his own until he

passed out. As their bond strengthened, he would be driven to ensure her satisfaction. This was a

necessary part of his people’s evolution. When a Jensian female entered her fertile period once

every six years, the males bonded to her would fall into a mating frenzy, taking her over and

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over. Melania’s arousal had a similar effect on him because of their growing bond. His body

would drive him to pleasure her until she was satisfied and content.

Khilam’s submissive nature allowed Devnar to relax and enjoy watching his woman curve

her neck to allow Khilam’s lips access. This man wasn’t a threat to him. He almost evoked the

same protective feelings as Melania. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, Devnar ran his

hands over the silk-covered steel of the other man’s body. Khilam arched into his touch, and his

musky desire added another layer of flavor to the air.

“Strip her,” he ordered Khilam, and Khilam quickly complied, freeing her body from the

constricting leathers before tossing them out of her reach on the bed. Pale and perfect, her

swollen and dark pink pussy glistened with her need. Devnar went to touch her, but his hands

were still bound together.

“Release me.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes clearing of desire. Khilam reached between her legs

and pinched her labia together, forcing her clit to poke out from its hood while whispering, “Do

it.”

She fumbled with her wrist, and Devnar sighed as his hands were freed. Without another

word, he scooped her off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height for

him to fuck her while standing at the edge.

Devnar exchanged a glance with Khilam, and the men shared a wicked grin. With liquid

grace, Khilam crawled up the bed and positioned himself next to her face. She glanced between

them, her eyes wide and uncertain. He wanted her like that, kept off balance and needy. Idly he

stroked his hand between her legs and circled her clit with his finger.

A soft moan worked out of her throat as she turned her head and reached up, pulling down

Khilam’s loose pants and helping him remove his clothes with eager hands. She grasped

Khilam’s dark erection in her fist and licked the bead of moisture from the flushed tip. Devnar

held his cock with a shaking hand and ran the head between the slick lips of her cunt, coating

himself in her cream. The fight to keep from plunging into her body grew worse as he watched

her lick and suck Khilam’s shaft with obvious need. She panted and tilted her pelvis to him,

silently begging for cock.

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He continued to stroke his cock and watch her suck Khilam. The sight of her swollen labia

stretched over his dark shaft sent a bolt of pure lust straight to his balls. The tight muscles of

Khilam’s stomach bunched and hardened as he tried to pull back from her tight grip.

“I’m going to spill myself like an untrained novice,” Khilam gritted out and fisted the

sheets as she flicked her clever tongue on the underside of his cock. Devnar reached across her

body and pulled Khilam toward him. Soft and full, Khilam’s lips parted for his questing tongue,

and he grasped Devnar’s cock.

She leaned on her elbows, watching them as they curved into each other. Devnar fondled

the other man’s shaft, then fisted him, Khilam’s length still slick from her mouth. She started to

move, and he said in a commanding voice, “Stay.”

She nodded and shivered as Khilam ran Devnar’s cock over her pussy, pressing the head

into her entrance and teasing her with it. Handled with such skill, Devnar found himself quickly

teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He pumped into Khilam’s fist, gasping as just the crown

of his shaft sank in and out of her slick heat.

Khilam bit the pulse in his neck and whispered, “I can’t wait for you to coat her cunt with

your seed.”

The rough talk shocked the orgasm out of him, and he roared as he spurted through

Khilam’s fingers and all over the slick lips of her pussy. Holding him still with surprising

strength, Khilam rubbed the head of his cock at her entrance, the last spurts of his cum jetting

into her warmth. She shook and made desperate little sounds, trying to push herself past the

barrier of Khilam’s fist and onto his cock.

Khilam pushed him out from between her legs and took his place, bending over with a low

groan. He inhaled deeply and gave her cum-drenched pussy a long lick that had her hips surging

off the bed. Still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Devnar rested his semihard cock

against the smooth crack of Khilam’s ass. Devnar reached around and grabbed Khilam’s cock

and roughly jerked him as Khilam ate the cum from her pussy.

She tried to scramble back away from Khilam’s questing tongue, but he held her in place

and ate at her wet folds. Low groans came from deep in Khilam’s throat as he licked and sucked

at the seed that had spilled down the crack of her bottom. He lifted her hips and ran his tongue

over the tender pink bud of her ass.

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Devnar rocked his hips against Khilam, his loose balls slapping at Khilam’s ass while

Devnar jerked him harder. Beneath him, Khilam tensed and shuddered, shouting his pleasure

with a long groan as his hot cum coated Devnar’s hand. He easily supported the other man’s

sagging weight, and Devnar gently lowered him to the floor.

From her scent, Melania was almost out of her mind with lust. He held up his hand to her

face and shared Khilam’s seed. They licked it off his fingers together, their tongues intertwining.

At his feet, Khilam let out a small groan and rested his head against Devnar’s thigh. His questing

fingers found the loose skin of Devnar’s sac, and he gently stroked him until his cock grew hard

and firm.

With his hand clean, she pushed away from him and fumbled with her leathers that Khilam

had tossed onto the bed. Her hands trembled, and she made a little helpless sound as he smacked

her fingers away. Desperate, she tried to crawl away from him, but he hauled her back with a

dark laugh.

“Not yet, Mistress,” Devnar said in a mocking voice. Her eyes grew wide, and she

squeaked as he dove at her. Rolling to the side, she pressed a button on her bracelet, and the cuffs

on his wrists snapped back together.

The soft silk of Khilam’s hair brushed his thigh as the other man ran his tongue over

Devnar’s sac. He stepped back and let Melania see the man working him and gave her an

arrogant grin when she gasped and pressed her thighs together. He mouthed the words
Send

Khilam away
.

Her back stiffened, and she gave Khilam a worried glance. Chewing on her thumb, she slid

off the bed and pulled Khilam to his feet. After stroking his dark hair back from his face, she

gave him a soft kiss and patted his butt.

“Go.”

Khilam’s eyes were dazed, and he reached for Devnar before letting his hand drop. As he

gathered up his discarded pants and boots, he took in a shuddering breath. “What is he? I’ve

never felt anything like that. Utterly addictive.” The last part was said in a soft whisper, and

Khilam clenched his jaw, obviously regretting having spoken the words aloud. Khilam visibly

tried to regain control of himself, closing his eyes and resting his head on her shoulder.

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“I said go.” Her smile turned cold. “I’m sure your Master will want to hear all about your

visit.”

Khilam jerked back and nodded, his eyes still glazed with passion. “This has been most

educational, Mistress.”

Khilam walked over to Devnar and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “You will make a

wonderful concubine.”

Devnar jerked out of his grip with a snarl. “Never.” Was he the only one who heard the

hesitation, the doubt in that one word?

Khilam laughed softly and shook his head as he quietly closed the door after him. The

scent of fear spiked over her desire, and Devnar studied his little Mistress closely with a wicked

smile. He had won the right to her body, and he was going to make her come even if it killed

him.

Heart in her throat, Melania watched Devnar and tried not to let her fear show. Now that

they were alone, she regretted sending Khilam away. At least when he was here, she was able to

use him as a buffer between them. Now his absence only heightened her awareness of Devnar.

His presence filled the room until all she could think about, all she could feel was Devnar. The

scent of his sweat, the taste of his skin, his very presence seemed to invade her soul until it felt as

if he were becoming a part of her.

“Why do those men think I’m something called a worker?”

His question caught her off guard, and she fumbled with the open fastenings of her leathers

as she struggled to put them back on as quickly as she could. The edge of the top brushed her

sensitive nipples, and she bit back a moan. “I don’t know.”

His laughter held a mocking edge of anger. “Don’t bother lying to me, Melania.” He held

out his shackled wrists to her. “Release me.”

This close, his scent rushed over her in a drugging wave. It relaxed her body and mind into

a state of warm pleasure. “I shouldn’t.”

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As he crouched before her, she stared at his cock as it lengthened beneath her gaze.

“Please, Mistress.” He leaned forward and rubbed his face against her leg. In her heightened

state, the brush of his cheek had her womb clenching in need.

Fumbling with her control bracelet, she pressed the button to release his wrist cuffs and

tensed in the anticipation of his touch. Much to her disappointment, he merely shook out his

arms and continued to watch her. “Why am I addictive?”

She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t let him know how he affected her. “I don’t know.”

He shook his head, and she had a moment to register his disappointed expression before he

was on her. With a rough jerk he pulled her leathers off her shoulders and down her arms. Before

she could resist, he grabbed his discarded pants and expertly bound her hands together in a tight

knot of golden silk. She couldn’t even wiggle her fingers.

“What are you doing?” she said. His muscles flexed as he picked her up, and she let out a

squeak when he tossed her into the middle of the bed with ease. Predatory, huge, he crawled

across the black silk and loomed over her. His big fists planted on either side of her head, he

leaned in and took her lips in a long and drugging kiss.

“I’m tired of you lying to me,” he said in a mild voice. “So let’s see if I can get some truth

out of you. If you’re even capable of telling the truth.”

She squirmed beneath him, fear and desire mixing together in a confusing rush of heat.

“You’ll be punished for this.”

He nodded, still straddling her. As she looked down the length of his body, she wet her lips