Alien Refuge (53 page)

Still staring, Jol sealed his mouth over Iris’, prodding her lips with his tongue to part them. She felt as if she was drowning in the bottomless depths of his dilated pupils as he plumbed her mouth with a kiss that left her utterly breathless.

Iris had never kissed a man while gazing into his eyes. It was intense, almost scary. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her lids began to close.

Jol broke the kiss. “No, look at me. Do not break eye contact.”

He made slow movements with his hips, drawing out just a little and rubbing her clit as he thrust back in. Iris arched against him as the Nobek pressed in tight to send electric excitement through her belly. The entire time he stared into her eyes, his gaze pinning her helpless. The force of it was almost too much to bear. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her fingernails digging into flesh.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Make me feel it, my Matara.”

His thrusts lengthened and grew stronger. Feeling the thickness moving in and out of her, rubbing so hard against all the fiery places inside, made Iris cry out. Having to look Jol in the eyes as he fucked her, however, was an exercise in control. She felt an almost desperate need to close her eyes or look away. She’d never been so exposed and it terrified her.

“Don’t make me spank you on our clanning ceremony day,” he warned, discerning her discomfort. “Keep looking at me. I want to see every emotion in those beautiful blue eyes. All the fear and desire. You will not hide anything from your Nobek, who loves you.”

Iris could only offer a ragged cry in response. Unnerving as the steady stare he gave her was, giving in to his demands was adding fuel to the already blazing fire of arousal. His control was absolute, and she felt herself crumbling before it.

For the first time, Iris truly let go of everything to one of her clanmates. In her mind as well as her body, she surrendered to Jol. No matter how frightening his demands were, no matter how uncomfortable he made her, she was his. Not because he said he loved her. Not even because she loved him. But because she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she could trust him with herself, and more importantly, with Thomas.

A sense of freedom engulfed Iris. She was liberated from the fear that had made her hold back up until now, released from her need to maintain some semblance of control at all costs. She didn’t have to stay on guard. She could relax and rely on her men.

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and she smiled at her Nobek. “I am yours,” she whispered. “All of me.”

A look of fierce joy slipped over Jol’s face. “Thank you, my Matara,” he whispered back. “I swear you will never have a moment’s regret.”

His thrusts grew harder, more demanding. Iris made herself go soft and accepting, absorbing his increasing passion. It was easy to give in to him. There was no reason not to.

She watched Jol’s face tense as he drove them both steadily to completion. Tiny, birdlike cries escaped her lips as each forceful thrust made her insides coil taut with the need for release. She was nearing her end. Pleasure surged, and Iris gasped.

“Please, my Nobek? Please, may I come?”

A breathless cry escaped Jol. The line between his brows deepened. He was on the verge himself. His thunderous voice grated with effort.

“Yes, my love. Come for me.”

With his permission, ecstasy unraveled from the knot that had been tied in Iris’ gut, spreading out until heat filled even her fingertips and toes. She was aware of Jol watching her as she came, his eyes still filling her vision. He was seeing her at her most vulnerable, watching her writhe helplessly against erotic cataclysm. He saw everything, and Iris felt the safety of it.

She was still crying out when his eyes glazed and mouth dropped open in a groan. He shuddered all over, and Iris felt his cocks jerk inside her as he poured his passion in deep. She watched the tension flee his face, his visage momentarily going slack before pleasure suffused his features.

A few moments later Jol blinked down at her. “Ah, Matara,” he breathed. “You are my heart and soul.”

Iris tugged his head down so she could kiss him. No words could properly express her feelings at the moment, so she didn’t try to speak.

Ospar’s voice, pretending grumpiness, roused them from their post-coital relaxation. “Perhaps now you can play sentry against the curious to allow your clanmates time with their Matara?”

Jol slowly released Iris’ lips and turned his head to regard his Dramok and Imdiko, who stood framed in the meditation area’s entrance. “You want me to do security? I thought I was on my honeymoon.”

He grinned unapologetically and paused long enough to kiss Iris again. He rose and brushed loose blades of grass off his clothing, trading places with their clanmates. Rivek gave him a playful shove and got a yank on his long hair in return.

Iris lay on the ground, watching Ospar and Rivek as they neared. She was marvelously relaxed, not even bothering to cover herself from their heating stares. She was theirs. Right now, in the realm of sexual play, their wishes held sway.

“Aren’t you lovely, having just been satisfied by your Nobek?” Ospar said, kneeling on one side of her splayed body as Rivek knelt on the other. “I heard you concede yourself to him. Is that true of all your clan?”

Iris answered without hesitation. “Yes, my Dramok.”

“And if we test this complete submission, will we find it to be true?”

Again, no hesitation though her stomach fluttered nervously. “Yes, my Dramok.”

Ospar pulled the extra earplugs from a pocket. “Then you will surrender your sight and hearing. These two senses you rely on so heavily will be taken from you, blocking all knowledge of what is to come.”

Iris swallowed, but her resolve remained steadfast. “Yes, my Dramok.”

Ospar placed the soft plugs in her ears. Immediately, the sounds of birds and wind and distant conversation disappeared. Iris could only hear the quickening drum of her heart.

Rivek pulled a long scarf from inside his robes. He lifted Iris to a sitting position to tie it into place over her eyes. After the intensity of staring into Jol’s eyes, the sudden blackness engulfing Iris was jarring. Not to mention the lack of sound.

She was in a silent, black world. All that remained was the smell of grass and Kalquorian cinnamon arousal. The feeling of the ground beneath her ass and legs and hands. A waft of breeze teasing her nipples. Otherwise, she was cut off.

Iris’ skin bumped into gooseflesh. She had no idea what Ospar and Rivek would do to her. She didn’t know where they would touch her first. She didn’t know what they were doing now. It was frightening.

But I trust them. With all my being, I trust these men. It’s going to be all right, even if they push my limits. There is nothing to do but submit. I do not have to be in control.

It was one thing to know her faith was not misplaced. It was another to thwart the behavior she’d learned over the years. Iris was shaking now, and she couldn’t stop.

It didn’t help that they were taking so long to touch her. Every second in the dark silence seemed to elongate into forever. It was the first test, she knew. To simply sit and wait for as long as they wished, even if it meant hours. To demonstrate her conviction in the rightness of their sexual rule.

Iris drew a breath. She could do this. She wanted to do this. Remembering Rivek’s lessons in meditation, she willed her breath to calm and her heart to slow its almost frantic pounding. She counted the seconds of each inhalation and then each exhale. Her body relaxed. Her clamoring mind quieted.

The one thing Iris couldn’t stop was the sensitiveness of her body. Cut off from sight and sound, it was as if her skin had become hyperaware. Every waft of air was like a lover’s caress. She thought she could feel every strand of hair lying on her shoulders and each individual blade of grass against her butt and legs. She imagined the weight of Ospar and Rivek’s stares, making her flesh tingle.

A waft of warm air danced across her throat. Iris jerked. Had that been someone’s breath on her? Her body tensed in reaction, and she forced herself to ease once more.
Nothing to do but accept. Nothing to do but accept
, she chanted in her head.

Another balmy puff, this time on her breast. Iris felt her nipple tighten in reaction and bit back a moan. That had definitely been someone blowing gently on her. Her breathing was quickening again.

More teasing, ephemeral gusts, simultaneously happening to the other breast and her spread pussy. This time she did moan. It took all she had to not try to move closer to the mouths the delicious sensations came from.

Accept. Release control.

The whisper of a touch tickled her lower lip. Iris shivered. A barely-there stroke traced the hollow of her throat. Iris’ mouth fell open to pant. She couldn’t help it.

The light hints of contact continued all over her body. Cheeks, shoulders, breasts, stomach, back, thighs, feet, pussy ... every touch was so light and quick she should have barely noticed, but in her heightened state, they were like lightning strikes.

When the men began to stroke and fondle in earnest, Iris was already whimpering with arousal. Rough, calloused hands swept over her body, rubbing her shoulders, neck, chest, back, and thighs. She grabbed handfuls of the grass to keep from reaching for the Dramok and Imdiko and to transfer some of the growing tension in her body. Once more, Iris was forced to concentrate on her breathing, to make herself soft and quiescent. It wasn’t that she’d lost the urge to submit. The temptation to indulge in a tactile feast of the men bringing her such excitement simply wanted to overwhelm her.

She was pulled backwards so that she reclined with her head and shoulders supported by a wide chest. Hands adjusted her legs so that her knees were bent and thighs spread wide. Then all went still again. Seconds passed with nothing more than feeling the body supporting hers move with each breath. Iris sat very still, waiting for her mates’ pleasure.

Rough fingers plucked her nipples. At the same time, a fingertip traced the parted folds of her pussy. Iris shivered, and the moan that trembled from her throat was loud in her head. Otherwise, she remained accepting of the proprietary demands on her body.

The next minutes were heavenly agony. Breasts and pussy were played with, the hands on her alternatingly rough and tender. The man in front of her added his mouth to the assault, using lips, tongue, and teeth to make Iris quake and cry out. But she did not attempt to stop them or move to intensify the sensations. She remained open and yielding, succumbing to the sweet torment.

I am theirs. This is not my body. It belongs to them.

After an eternity of sublime torture in the dark, silent void she’d been placed in, arms closed about Iris’ torso, lifting her up. She was settled down again, this time straddling the thickly muscled thighs of a man in front of her. Their fronts met, letting Iris feel the softness of robes against her naked breasts. She had no idea if it was Ospar or Rivek.

As she felt the telltale sensation of hot, moist cock being adjusted to enter her pussy, who was where ceased to be of interest to Iris. The feeling of velvety-skinned penis parting her intimate folds was so acutely arousing, her head fell back and she cried out. Never had accepting a man felt so profound. As her second lover drew against her back and another fevered cock tip pressed against her anus, Iris felt a surge of searing bliss and opened herself to them.

Double thicknesses speared her, sliding in deep and fast. Iris discovered just how excited the sensory deprivation had made her when her pussy convulsed around the cock inside it. The bodies against hers froze and the arms around her tightened, making sure she could not move. Her breath sobbed in and out, the sound loud in the otherwise silent world she’d been trapped in.

They were waiting for her to calm, and she made herself concentrate on her respiration once more. Little by little she drew back from the brink of orgasm. It took some time since her body didn’t want to settle. She felt very full with the two cocks inside her, and even though they were still for the moment, the pressure against her interior hot spot was fierce. The lack of sight or sound to distract her made her so very aware of the thick organs straining her passages. Little spasms, much like minor climaxes, kept shivering through her.

At last she managed to eradicate the last of the tension from her body. Only when she rested quiet and still once more did the two men resume making love to her.

They drew outward in tandem and slid back inside with near identical speed and strength. The friction was blissful, both in her female sheath where the moving cock rubbed right up against the place where ticklish ecstasy resounded; and in her rear passage where a deeper, mysterious pleasure took hold.