Wicked Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 4 (40 page)

“Most definitely,” Bithia agreed, turning her gaze on Viltori.

“And you like to watch, you lusty
yondie
.”

Grinning, Bithia lifted her hands to her breasts. “I guess we all have our needs.” Cupping them up, she rolled her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, tightening them as Viltori watched.

Not to be outdone, Drahka lowered his hand between her legs. Rubbing his finger over her clit caused her to rhythmically clench around his cock.

Viltori’s gaze bounced from her display, to her face, to Drahka’s face, to his hand between her legs, to the sight of his own cock sliding in and out of Drahka’s ass. Each pass caused him to move just a bit faster, his breath to accelerate just a fraction more. Ultimately he was digging into Drahka’s legs so firmly his fingertips went white. Sweat plastered his golden hair to his forehead, then slid down his hairless chest, giving him the appearance of a wild animal.

She felt Drahka clench his buttocks, which caused Viltori to roar as he dug his knees further into the bed. Bithia feared he would hurt Drahka, but for his panting breath tickling her ear. Softly Drahka spoke, his words unfamiliar, but whatever he said caused a shift in Viltori. Crazed, he moved with astounding speed, his body slapping against Drahka, jostling his cock into Bithia. Between his words to Viltori, Drahka snarled some to her ear in a language she could understand.

“Clench that tight, hot cunt around my cock. Come for me, Bithia. Drown us both in your sweet juice.”

When they chanted the words together, there was no hope for resistance. She climaxed so hard her body lifted from Drahka’s, pushing him down into the bed, giving Viltori just a bit more access. As soon as her climax started, Drahka’s followed, then Viltori’s, until they were nothing but a quivering mass of flesh writhing together on their bed.

Viltori fell forward, catching himself at the last instant with his locked arms. Hungrily he kissed her, his mouth tasting of fierce pleasure and pride. Viltori loved to talk, to boss, but more than anything, he reveled in providing pleasure to his mates. When he finished with her, he pressed down to reach Drahka and kissed him just as thoroughly. As a group, Drahka doing most of the work, they rolled until they all lay on their sides.

As much as Bithia loved the pulse-pounding excitement of their uninhibited lovemaking, she also enjoyed the afterglow when they cuddled their sated bodies. Wedged between the two, she could not have been happier. After a long, lonely life of feeling she never really fit in, she knew she was finally home.

Once they each caught their breath, Viltori peered closely at her face. “What is in that bag the guard left for you?” He flicked his chin toward the table. One of her servants had left a rather sizable pouch there. “Does this have anything to do with what you whispered to him after the bonding?”

Nodding sleepily, Bithia closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Viltori as she pulled him near.

Determinedly, he withdrew from her embrace. “You realize there’re two of us to only one of you.” Tracing his fingertip over her nipple, hardening the flesh effortlessly, he leaned forward and nipped her there, lightly. “We’ll do what we have to do to get the information out of you.”

“Mmmm?” She glanced down at his flaccid cock. “You’re not going to be doing anything with that for a while. And certainly not until you’ve thoroughly bathed.”

“Don’t tease him, Bithia.” Drahka pulled her close, determined to keep his cock inside her for as long as he could. “Tell him so we can nap before our bonding celebration.”

Sighing dramatically in mimic of Viltori, Bithia pouted briefly, then laughed. “That, my loves, is our salvation.” She refused to say another word until they’d bathed and dressed because otherwise they were never going to make it to the party.

After submitting to her will by cleansing each other in a most thorough and lusty fashion, they began to dress.

“Isn’t it wasteful to have another party so soon after the one we just had?” Drahka reluctantly pulled on his consort clothing, including the dreaded
echalle
, just as did Viltori.

Bithia wanted everything perfect for her announcement. Besides, watching the two dress each other was comical yet exciting. The thought of frustrating them later had her sex clenching in anticipation.

“It’s not wasteful, as we’re using what was left over from Menon’s celebration.” Viltori helped her with her elaborate gown that covered her completely but for her back. “You’ll notice I’m wearing the same dress I wore before.” Both men appraised her with lust-filled eyes. She held up her hand. “None of that.” Softening her tone, she added, “Well, none of that now, but later…”

“About this bag of salvation—”

Bithia snatched the bag from Drahka’s hand. Ever so slowly she loosened the drawstrings that held it closed. Both men leaned forward, eager to see what lay within. When she extracted a handful of the items, they both blinked and frowned with disappointment.

“Memory crystals?” Drahka fingered one. “How are those going to help?”

“It’s not them, so much, it’s what’s on them.” Bithia placed one upon the table over the device that projected her blue screen. In stunning three-dimensional detail, the scene came alive.

“That’s us!” Viltori examined the image from several vantage points. “That’s our bonding ceremony.” As he watched, his
echalle
stretched, displaying him in just as much detail. “Gods save me from arrogance, but we look amazing.”

Drahka nodded, his trousers swelling too. “Look at how Bithia’s breasts bounce.”

Bithia ended the display by palming the crystal. Both men whined unhappily. “I got the idea from the Treagen people and my sister. You see, at every empress bonding, someone sneaks in a memory crystal. They aren’t supposed to, but they do, and then the recorded information manages to make its way across the galaxy.” Bithia shook her head. “Kasmiri was furious when she found out a bunch of perverted
barsitas
were watching her most intimate moment with Sterlave.” Bithia paused for effect. “I, however, want them to watch.”

Drahka and Viltori exchanged dubious looks.

“For a price.”

Slow, spreading smiles crossed their faces.

“You intend to sell copies.” Viltori nodded. “You lusty
yondie
.”

Smirking, Bithia coyly asked, “Why give it away for free when you can sell it and make a fortune?”

A frown replaced Drahka’s smile. “Isn’t the ceremony sacred?”

Bithia had already considered this. “Yes, but still, does it matter to the gods if we are witnessed by a hundred people or a hundred million people? We have to have witnesses to confirm the relationship was consummated. I don’t think the number matters. Besides, every empress, from my greatest grandmother to myself, has had to deal with that moment being shared with those from other planets.” Bithia hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she decided he was better off knowing the truth. “Drahka, even our first ceremony has already made the rounds. And from what I’ve been told, it’s wildly popular.”

Drahka’s eyes widened.

“Since it happens all the time anyway, what’s wrong with me taking control of the situation?”

“Are you sure you got all the copies?” Viltori asked.

“The guard I selected was very thorough.” And a little too enthusiastic about searching some of the guests, but Bithia would deal with that later.

“But once someone has a copy, they can just make more.” Viltori tried to put the crystal back on the display unit, but she snatched it away.

“Ah, I thought of that too. There is a way of recording so that you can watch only once. After that, the crystal is useless.” Math had never been Bithia’s best subject, but even with her own quick mental calculations, she saw the potential, and apparently, so did Viltori. “This will return not only me but all of Diola to a position of strength. Too, it puts Eld’s scheme to shame. Let him tell others what he knows. Let him show them his crystal. I do not think the elite will care if I can save their entire world.”

Drahka, who had been frowning lightly, smiled.

“You weren’t sure about this, were you,” she asked.

“Not until I heard you say that.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I am proud of you and your inventive mind.”

Viltori kissed her too. “I think you will go down as the cleverest empress ever.”

Bithia shook her head. “No, that’s not how I wish to be remembered. I want to be known as Bithia the Wicked.”

“You are that.” Viltori clasped her hand.

“Most definitely.” Drahka took the other.

Together, they went off to celebrate their bonding and announce her plan. Bithia had lost her freedom, gained an empire, but most important, she had the unconditional love of the two most amazing men in the entire universe.

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© 2010 Anitra Lynn McLeod

Nothing has ever come easy for Jace Lawless, captain of the salvage vessel
Mutiny
. Forced into thievery after a virus unleashed by the InnerWorld Government killed his family, only one ambition burns at the back of his mind. Kill the next IWOG officer he has at his mercy.

Bargaining over goods with a middleman isn’t exactly his strong suit. But who in his right mind spends an entire salvage job’s profits on a woman, even if she has a body built for sin and eyes so fathomless a man could lose himself in them? He must be getting soft.

Once Kraft realizes Jace expects only the “cook” part of their cook-whore contract, she sets out to change his antiquated ideas about women. A challenge she relishes, especially if it earns her the freedom and money to get her own ship. Her big mistake is letting down her guard.

Shameless flirting only intensifies the itch to ride Jace hard and put him away wet—several times. It’s an itch it would be dangerous to scratch. Exposing her heart could reveal her secret, one that the still-grieving Jace must never know..or showing her mercy will be the last thing on his mind.

Warning: Contains a celibate ship captain who can’t abide swearing, a kick-ass woman with a marshmallow heart, a motley crew of misfits, interstellar battles, thwarted groping, sensual seduction, and a total bastard who owns his own planet.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Thief:

Kraft willingly cooked, willingly fought, and claimed she would willingly whore. By her own honor, she offered the full of herself up to him, but Jace sensed that she expected him to restrain himself by his own dictates of honor. Asking her to cook and fight was one thing, but asking her to whore? Well, that was an entirely different matter.

When she saw him approach, Kraft stood at full attention with her face demurely lowered. All at once he felt a foot taller than her when he wasn’t.

He’d ordered her to his bunk as a spur-of-the-moment way to get her to stop defying his authority. He never thought Kraft would actually obey. Now that she had, he wasn’t sure what to do with her. Feeling awkward and shy, he thought the first thing he should do was explain and apologize.

Embarrassment at her having saved him and his crew fueled his need to remind her and himself that he was in charge. As he drew close to her, he longed to reach out and touch her face. On a rush of emotion, he wanted to confess he didn’t always know what to do, or how to proceed, and sometimes acted rashly, fueled more by his heart than his head.

As a captain, Jace wanted to ask for her help and make her his partner in crime. Perversely, he felt he shouldn’t need her help and should make her his partner in bed. As a man, Jace wanted to possess the full of Kraft. He wanted to protect her even though he knew he couldn’t. Worse, he knew he didn’t have to coddle Kraft, which only increased his longing to claim her as his bedwarmer. Beyond that corral of confusion, Jace knew Kraft shouldn’t have to protect him.

Instead of saying anything, he unlocked his bunk with a slap of his hand to the wall com. The metal catch released with a soft snick that vibrated the floor below their feet.

Her braless breasts jiggled against the worn yellow fabric of his secondhand shirt. The enticing movement caught his attention, and he forgot what he intended to say. Instead, he found himself imagining what she would look like topless.

“If you’d like, I could put the harem outfit on.”

His gaze went from her chest to her mouth.

Lifting her lowered face a fraction, Kraft met his gaze, and whispered, “Someone placed the costume in my closet.” She flashed him that slow, lazy and sexy smile.

Jace had no idea who put the outfit in her closet, but he wouldn’t mind seeing her in that getup again. Fluffpink clinging and exposing the full promise of her undeniably strong and sexy body was certainly worth a second look. After seeing her in the revealing outfit, he knew her nipples were large and toffee-dark against her skin. He remembered the snug slit of her innie bellybutton drawing his gaze down to the wide pleasure of her hips. Between her lush thighs, he would find another snug—