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Watching the delineated muscles in Monica’s throat rippling as she worked to devour Shauss, Kellen pressed his finger a fraction deeper and frowned. Her nook was somehow not quite what he’d expected, almost too narrow for…

Then his brow cleared. Perhaps her Terran genes hadn’t manifested themselves as disastrously as he’d begun to think. Kellen withdrew his finger, provoking another muffled cry, and bent down for a closer look. Instead of clinging to the deeper recesses of her nook, as was typical of Garathani females, Monica’s little clitoris hovered just inside the orifice and arousal was puffing it into the open air.

“My, my,” he murmured. “Somebody wants to come out and play.” Under Shauss’

curious gaze, he wet a larger finger in his mouth and stroked it into her several times, each penetration deeper than the last, maintaining a light, careful friction as he tested the limits of her nook. It was a mercy that small kernel of sensitized tissue was drawing outside, which meant his spur would fit—barely. He hated to think what they’d both have gone through otherwise. Unlike her vagina, which would stretch far enough to accommodate the head of a newborn, her nook tunneled through her pubic bone and thus was fixed in size. If Shauss happened to have a thicker spur…

Perhaps the man’s arcane fascination with anal penetration would stand him in very good stead indeed.

Kellen glanced at him and knew by the narrowed eyes that his amusement was showing. He didn’t bother enlightening him. Shauss would figure it out for himself when the time came.

His testicles drew tight when a heavier touch made Monica scream into Shauss’

open mouth. She was very close to orgasm, he thought with considerable envy.

Then he saw Shauss’ hands sliding down her neck toward her breasts.

Me first
.

Without pausing in his oral ministrations, Shauss slanted a nasty look his way.

Why don

t you do the honors down here
? At Shauss’ raised brow, he explained,
Since
I

ll claim the right of first mating
,
I suppose I must allow you the first

meal
.
You did say you
wanted to

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I want to
.

Monica’s whine of dismay when Shauss pulled away so abruptly would have made Kellen smile if it hadn’t been so damnably arousing.

“Where are you going?” she cried, eyes still closed, head rolling restlessly back and forth. Ah, there was nothing like two males emitting in close proximity to reduce a female to a shameless mass of quivering want. And there was no doubt Monica herself was actively emitting now. Her fragrance was unusual but arousing, light and sharp and…alien. He’d never scented any female quite like her.

Kellen moved up and took her chin between his fingers. She tensed at once, eyes flying open. From this close, they looked even more enormous, more vulnerable.

Still linked with her biomet, he felt her pulse begin to sprint. Interesting. And she was trembling. She obviously felt more threatened by him,
much
more than by Shauss, which was at once intriguing and disturbing.

“I will never hurt you,” he murmured. “I will never take you against your will, and I will
never
,” he swiped his tongue briefly over her closed mouth without breaking eye contact, “leave you unfulfilled. But I
will
have your obedience, Monica Teague.”

She appeared to have run out of defiant comebacks, so he turned at once to her breasts. A glance told him Shauss was positioning Monica for his convenience, so to prepare her for the storm about to strike her body, he dipped his head and indulged himself.

Empran
,
deactivate neural restraints
.

*

“Oh God, please!”

Kellen’s luxurious mane crackled in her grasping fingers as he laved her breast from base to summit in long, unhurried licks and deposited swaths of moisture on her sensitive skin. Her nipple prickled, drawing upward, wet, rigid and needy, and his tongue probed delicately at the puckered flesh, drawing teasing circles that made her squirm with anxiety. She arched instinctively into the heat of his mouth, but the light suction he offered wasn’t nearly enough.

“Harder, damn it!” she heard herself shriek, beyond caring about anything,
anything
but the hunger consuming her. He obliged immediately, caught her nipple between the rough slide of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, the almost painful edge of his teeth, and sent urgent signals blazing downward into her crotch. At the same time, his fingers plucked boldly at her other nipple, twisting, tugging, and the shock of it all, the pure, amazing sizzle of it, made her yowl out loud, made every muscle in her body pull tight, searching, needing so damn bad…

“By all the Powers…” Shauss sounded amazed. “Look at her. I haven’t even touched her and she’s about to come.”

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Kellen pulled harder in response, and time seemed to bend and hover on an indrawn breath while something so searing, so totally overwhelming, gathered in her body… The sight of Shauss’ thick thumbs pulling the lips of her vulva wide, exposing the moisture that glazed her pink folds and streamed into the crevice between her buttocks, stretched her taut. The visible quivering of her vaginal tissues pushed her over the edge. She broke with an ear-splitting scream, buffeted by wave after wave of released energy as the powerful contractions wrung her, straining her neck and arching her shoulders off the mattress in agonizing pleasure.

Awareness returned in an improbably slow rush as the tide receded, leaving her trembling and breathless. She must have cried, because the hair at her temples was coolly damp and she could feel little puddles in the inner shells of her ears. Pulling her hands free of Kellen’s hair, she reamed out the annoying moisture with her fingertips while she tried to catch her breath. His ravenous pulls had gentled, but he still fed at her breast, kneading the other with obvious enjoyment. And Shauss still held her open, as if he were down there just watching, waiting.

“Very nice, little virgin,” he purred.

And as if by some unspoken command, the view above changed, revealing her once more from head to toe.

“Oh shit.” Shauss’ big hands were suddenly smoothing her scrawny drumsticks even wider, and he was wedging his shoulders between them. “Shauss, no!”

He turned his head far enough to grin upward at her, making his hair cascade against her most sensitive flesh, and she writhed in anguished delight. His shiny, beautiful hair was going to get all sticky…

“Like that, do you?”

Kellen’s voice startled her. His head was up now, leaving her breasts to the mercies of his hands, and she could see him watching with rapt attention as the other man deliberately trailed his hair over her again.

“I haven’t bathed!”

Not looking away from the action, Kellen murmured, “You’ve been bathed daily.”

Oh God, she didn’t even want to think about who might have done
that
.

A fine tremor settled into her joints when Shauss reached to pull all that hair to one side over his shoulder and laid his jaw against her thigh, rubbing the surprising smoothness of his skin against hers as he inhaled deeply.

“Please don’t—”

She’d almost said it. Oh God, she’d almost said,
please don

t stop
, and that was apparently what he’d heard because he drew his tongue through her folds at once, slowly, expertly, careful not to block her view.

Monica jumped at the insane rush of sensation.

“Jesus Christ, Shauss!” she swore roughly. “Were you a porn star or something before you joined the troops? Because you could probably make a really great living—”

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He did it again and she reached instinctively to push him away, terrified by her own response. But Kellen was there to block her, snagging her twiggy wrists and pinning them to the mattress beside her head. And damn the bastard, he stayed right there, staring at her face with blazing dark eyes that refused to blink, to allow her even one split-second of retreat. She tried to yank her hands free and then gasped.

The neural restraints were gone. When in the bloody hell had that happened?

And when she would have struggled in earnest, Kellen grinned down at her. She couldn’t fight her way out of a snotty tissue right now and he knew it.

“Rat bastard!”

He adjusted his grip on her wrists, hunkering down with his elbows propped on the mattress above her shoulders, bracketing her head. His breath was sweet and earthy and strangely familiar as it gusted from his open lips, his eyes unyielding as they bore into hers. Pride refused to let her look away.

“Nook only, Shauss,” he murmured. “Eat away.”

*

He had to give the little hellion an A for effort. She thrashed against him for exactly six point two seconds, keeping her gaze locked on his.

Then Shauss must have figured out which end was up, because her eyes widened and she gasped and stiffened like she’d grabbed an open circuit. Kellen had had no idea how fortuitous his choice of a second would be. Oh, he’d known Shauss was an excellent soldier, a good friend to have at his back when evil threatened and all that, but he’d had no real concept of the man’s skills in matters such as this. Considering how few years he must have had to accumulate sexual experience before the attack, he was remarkably bold. And, it seemed, kinky.

It was an intriguing idea. There had never been a Garathani word for that particular quality because, despite the relatively recent and necessary implementation of mate-sharing, kinkiness hadn’t existed on Garathan, or at least had never been acknowledged as such. Their females had always enjoyed each other’s bodies, but it had been considered only natural—they could pleasure themselves and each other, so why shouldn’t they?

Of course, that was also back before men’s word became law in such matters.

Ah, times were definitely changing, he smirked to himself.

Monica jerked hard beneath him, and though she tried to hold it back, whatever Shauss was up to down there squeezed a sharp whimper out of her. Her bewildered eyes clung stubbornly to his, though they narrowed against the pleasure of Shauss’

attentions.

“Is he pushing his tongue into your nook, little Garathani goddess?” Kellen wondered aloud, gathering her wrists into one of his hands over her head and stroking 65

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the velvet hollow of her cheek with his forefinger. “I would be, though perhaps I’d take the time to nibble at your charmingly outgoing little clitoris for a while first.”

Don

t you have something better to do with your tongue right now than wag it at her
?

Kellen smothered a grin at Shauss’ taunt, momentarily tightening his hold on Monica as she bucked against him. Strangled moans broke from her almost

continuously now, and tears were trickling from the corners of her lovely wild eyes.

Bending to capture one of the salty drops with his tongue, he shot back,
Absolutely
.

But first I want to see what yours is doing to bring her to tears
.

Watch and learn
,
then
,
Commander
.

Kellen rolled his eyes, but craned his neck to see exactly how Shauss was punishing his would-be assassin. The scene that met his eyes almost made
him
weep.

With one slender thigh over his shoulder and the other pinned to the mattress by his forearm, Monica was utterly defenseless against him. He’d spread her labia from above and below, and in between, his busy mouth was making quite the meal out of her.

As Kellen watched, Shauss lapped languidly at her tender flesh, stroking from bottom to top several times before stopping to circle her vaginal opening. Then he dipped just inside, drawing a stuttering moan from Monica, and when the rigid scoop of his tongue reappeared, it bore a considerable pool of her secretions. He looked at Kellen and swallowed, his eyes black with lust.

Fire streaked over Kellen’s skin. Doing nothing but cradling Monica’s face and watching the gamut of expressions that flitted across it had taken the edge off his desire, but that relative easiness passed abruptly. He felt his own eyes grow heavy and his cock turn to stone once more as Shauss resumed his intimate explorations.

The tendons in Monica’s inner thigh stood out starkly as she dug her heel into his back, no doubt barely conscious that her reflexive action would force Shauss’ face deeper into her drenched flesh. But Shauss had more than enough strength to counter the upward thrust of her hips, and after several more passes, he opened his mouth wide over her and shoved his tongue deep enough into her nook to earn a full-fledged screech.

When Shauss’ eyes drifted shut and his jaw hollowed repeatedly, Kellen knew he was working her clitoris in earnest. Swallowing hard, breathing harder, he dropped his head beside hers, nuzzling her ear with his lips and drinking in her stream of whimpers like the powerful aphrodisiac they were. They turned to grating sobs when he sucked the delicate skin below her ear into his mouth, eating at her with barely controlled savagery. By Peserin’s hand, when he was free to slide between her thighs…

“I’m going to fuck you, Monica Teague,” he growled against her flesh. “Fuck your beautiful little cunt until you scream yourself hoarse, fuck you ‘til you can’t even
crawl
away from me, and then I’m going to fuck you again.”

Monica went wild in his arms, screaming his name—
his
name!—over and over, and Kellen felt the back of his neck prickle with the possibility that he might never be the 66

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same once he’d had her. He turned to savor the sight of her convulsing body, drawn so tight, curved upward so viciously that only the back of her head touched the mattress.

Her thighs had clamped around Shauss’ ears, both feet pushing hard against his back, and his hands gripped her hips as he devoured her, grinding her flesh into his ravenous mouth.

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