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The electronic whisper of the door caught her attention.

The leash rattled in his hand. “Continue. Do not stop.”

She continued to lick but proceeded to lave the top of his shaft so she could look above his knee to see who had entered.

The slender gray-robed
sehn’dhyt
, the Skeldhi medic from before, came in and bowed to Khan.

Khan waved his hand toward the bed. “Proceed.”

Fallon watched him move toward the bed.

Khan tugged lightly on the chain. “Pay attention to me.” He pushed her head lower.

Fallon licked at his lower shaft, her view completely blocked by his raised knees. His cocks stiffened considerably, and his breathing deepened. Liquid musk dampened her tongue. She lapped at it. Warmth curled and clenched in her belly and her nipples tightened to hard, hot points. Her clit throbbed. A small hungry moan escaped her.

She felt Khan’s body shift and turn, but he held the chain too tight to allow her to raise her head to see.

He groaned. “All right, the
sehn’dhyt
has left.” He pushed her back. “Sit up.”

Fallon sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

Khan unlatched the leash, set it on the table, and stood, his kilt sliding from his thighs. He lifted the fallen cloth and set it over the leash on the table. “Come.” He strode for the bed, his rigid cocks waving before him.

Fallon rose and followed, her body trembling with hungry tension. He was going to fuck her. She couldn’t wait.

Chapter Twenty-One

Khan pushed the curtain back and stepped over the edge into his enormous round bed. He turned and bent to pick up a black squeeze tube that lay on the floor at the bed’s rim. He squeezed a large dollop of gel into his palm, then smiled at her as he reached down to stroke himself. “Come. Come to me.”

Fallon eased over the edge into the blankets and pillows of the deep bed.

Khan seized her around the waist and flung her back onto the pillows.

She gasped in surprise.

Khan grinned down at her and then fell on her, his hot body dropping onto hers and his mouth taking hers in a devouring kiss. His clawed fingers raked down her side.

She bucked, moaning under his mouth, and clawed his shoulders and back in retaliation.

He groaned and pressed his cocks against her belly as he dug his claws into her butt.

She hissed with the bright, hot burn. Khan was apparently in the mood to play. Wriggling, she caught hold of his arm, insinuated her leg just right, and flipped him over onto his stomach. In half a breath, she climbed on his back to straddle his hips, then locked his arm behind him, pinning him.

He grunted in surprise.

Fallon dropped along the top of him and opened her mouth on his shoulder.

He stilled, and his breathing quickened.

Fallon smiled. He was waiting for her bite. She raked her teeth and tongue across his shoulder instead, deliberately teasing him.

He growled, clearly disappointed. He rolled, trying to get her under him.

Fallon eluded his grasp with ease, rolling among the pillows and twisting out of his holds. Small giggles erupted as his frustrated growls increased. She darted in to nip at his pierced nipples, making him jump, then nipped the tender undersides of his arms. He pulled away, but she pursued him, twisting around him to nip the sensitive insides of his thighs. She scored a nice nip on the cheek of his ass.

Khan jumped and twisted, but he couldn’t quite grab her.

Sobehk, spread out on his belly, groaned and opened one blue eye. “Khan, you are not going to win a wrestling match with her. She’s augmented to the hilt for dexterity and ...” He smiled. “She plays dirty.”

Khan sat back on his heels among the pillows, panting just a little. His skin was marked by a full dozen tiny bleeding nips and more than a dozen scratches from her claws. “Is that so?” He grinned. He was obviously enjoying himself and brutally excited. He raised a brow at Sobehk. “Then how did you catch her?”

Sobehk chuckled softly. “I wore armor.”

Khan’s brows shot up. “Armor?”

Fallon snorted. “You try fighting him for three days straight when he’s wearing armor and you’re not.”

Khan tilted his head toward her, and his eyes narrowed. “So you like to fight dirty?” He came up on his feet but remained crouched.

Uh-oh ...
Fallon instinctively backed away, but the bed was not all that large, and Sobehk took up a pretty big portion of it.

Khan launched himself at her.

She threw herself back and rolled -- and couldn’t. Her foot was caught on something; or rather, something was wrapped around her ankle. Khan landed on top of her. The breath was knocked from her lungs. She twisted her hands free and scrambled to get out from under him, but her ankle was caught fast.

Khan took no time at all to repay her nips.

She yelped and twisted but couldn’t free her ankle.

Sobehk chuckled from the pillows. “Having problems, kitten?”

Fallon glanced down. Her ankle was trapped in his hand. She gasped. “Let go, you big brute! Let him fight his own battles!”

Khan locked his legs around her hips and pinned her hands above her head. “I’ll take the backup, thank you.” He sank his teeth into her shoulder.

Fallon shouted and arched up under him. She trembled, held still by the teeth in her shoulder. His venom raced through her, bringing every single one of his nips to bright, hot life while stirring the heat in her belly into an unbelievably ravenous craving. She moaned and lifted her knees to pull away from Sobehk’s hold.

Sobehk’s hand, a manacle around her ankle, tugged her legs apart.

Khan released her shoulder and grinned. “Yes, hold her open for me.” He unlocked his legs and shifted between her spread thighs.

“Hey, no fair!” Fallon tried to buck him off, but Sobehk’s grip held her open.

“You don’t fight fair ...” Khan came up on his knees, catching her under the thighs. His hands spread her wide. “Why should we?” He thrust. His primary cockhead surged into her slick interior.

They both gasped.

Fallon twisted her hips. The bar in his cock was a fierce and delicious pressure as it forged into her. The second cock pressed for entry. She sucked in a breath and pushed out. The slick head of Khan’s second cock, and the bar that pierced it, pressed into her ass even as his primary cock surged deeper into her hungry cunt. She groaned.

“Mother Night, ah ...” Khan dug his clawed fingers into her ass, pulling her tighter to him. He thrust, hard, surging in to the root, and sighed.

Fallon wrapped her arms under his. She need to be fucked and was not in the mood to wait any longer. She pulled him down to her and arched up to sink her teeth into Khan’s shoulder.

Khan shuddered and hissed then moaned. “Spawn of Chaos, you’re potent!” He ground his metal-laden cocks deep into her.

Fallon locked her legs around his hips, pulled her teeth from his shoulder and stroked the tears with her tongue.

Khan sighed. “Mmm, yes.” He locked an arm around her and pushed up with his free hand, sitting up on his knees with Fallon in his arms. His hands slid down to cup her ass. He lifted her to the very end of his cocks.

Fallon moaned as the cock in her ass delivered dark, rich pleasure on the retreating stroke.

He pressed her down onto him while thrusting upward.

She squeezed on the thrust and was rewarded as his pierced cock struck something deliciously exciting deep in her cunt. She released a startled cry and bucked hard.

Khan smiled. “Oh, liked that, did you?”

Fallon dug her claws into him and pushed upward. “Don’t stop! More!”

Khan laughed softly and lifted, then shoved her down on his cocks while thrusting as she fell onto him. Then again, and again ...

Fallon twisted in counterthrust and bright, sharp pleasure raked through her on each stroke. Delighted and desperate cries poured from her lips.

The rich scent of lust perfumed the small alcove.

Khan’s breathing became labored, and sweat slid down his body. The base of his cocks hardened and expanded, slipping in and then out, pressing against her clit on each entry.

Fallon dug her claws into Khan’s back as she bucked and cried out her building pleasure. Climax rose and tightened in a white-hot ball of tension waiting to explode.

Khan groaned and dropped down among the pillows, his body pinning hers. He caught a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch under him. He lowered his head and nipped at her swollen nipples, scoring her breasts with his long teeth, while grinding deep within her. The bases of his cocks expanded further, swelling to tightness, locking her in his carnal embrace. His mouth centered on her nipple and opened wide.

She bucked frantically, right on the edge of falling. “Bite me!”

He held perfectly still.

She snarled and her nails scored his ass as she pulled him in tighter. “Bite me, damn you!”

He growled.

She stilled. “Please!” She shuddered in desperation. “
‘Syr
, please!”

His teeth stabbed into her.

Fierce pain slashed across her breast in a burning rush of sharp-edged pleasure. Release detonated then shock-waved through her, setting her blood on fire. She screamed.

Khan locked her in his embrace, sucking hard on her nipple and drawing her blood into his mouth.

Fallon shuddered and bucked under him, releasing cry after gasping cry. The venom in his saliva increased the pleasure surging through her body and the burn from sucking at her wounds, extending the waves of climax to a maddening degree, drowning her in dark-edged pleasure.

Khan released her breast, his tongue stroking gently across her wounds. He released her hair and took possession of her mouth, stilling her soft cries.

She moaned and kissed him as the final echoes of her climax trembled through her, tasting her blood on his tongue.

He released her mouth and smiled. “Isabeau.”

Panting and exhausted, Fallon looked up into his hooded copper gaze and couldn’t think beyond the pleasure still curling through her.

He tugged the blankets over them and settled between her thighs, pressing her down into the bed. His arms slid under the pillows supporting them, cradling her body to his. His lips sought the base of her throat, and a purr vibrated through him, signaling his contentment.

Fallon sighed, comforted by his deep purr. Her breaths timed to his and his heartbeat became loud in her ears. Her eyes grew heavy.

On the very edge of sleep, she turned to look over at Sobehk.

His blue eyes were open.

She reached out and caught his fingers.

A smiled flickered on his lips and his fingers tightened around hers briefly. His eyes closed.

Fallon released a long sigh and let sleep claim her, still grasping Sobehk’s hand.

* * * * *

A small chime sounded.

Fallon jerked awake. Khan’s long body was a heavy weight atop her, and he was breathing deeply, directly below her ear. Sobehk had rolled up against them in the night, and flung his arm over both them for good measure. It was more than a little warm under the two of them.

The chime sounded again.

Fallon frowned. Was that noise some kind of alarm? She pushed at Khan’s shoulder.

Khan groaned. His arms tightened around Fallon, and he pushed his nose under her hair by the back of her ear.

Great
. Fallon blew a hair from her nose. She took a breath and eased to her right, slowly working to get out from under his heavy and hot sprawling length.

The chime sounded again. And continued.

Khan groaned. “Fuck,” he whispered in her ear and slid off to the right. He rolled over on his back, taking half the blankets with him while crowding Fallon up against Sobehk on her left.

Sobehk grumbled, tugging the blankets the other way and tighter around him while shoving her up against Khan.

Fallon shifted from side to side, trying to make some room for herself between both men.
You would think a bed this large would be big enough for everybody, but no ...! They both have to have the middle!

Khan suddenly threw his arms up in a full body stretch.

Fallon found herself watching the blanket sliding down Khan’s body, revealing the muscles all across his stomach and chest shifting in an arresting display. She licked her lips as she gazed in admiration. Khan’s body was gorgeous in motion.

Khan took several deep breaths, sat up, and slapped her thigh. “Come on.” He rolled forward and made for the edge of the bed.

Fallon groaned. She understood perfectly well that he had duties, but why did
she
have to get out of bed? She arched her back, stretching, then rolled up and climbed out after him. Her feet braced on the thick red carpeting, she twisted her hips and shook hard to make sure that all of her augmentations were awake and functioning. Fairly long periods of sleep had a nasty habit of occasionally sending one of her limbs into a mechanical torpor. She was not in the mood to fall on her face in front of Khan.

She looked down at her smeared thighs and grimaced.
Great Maker, I need a shower ...

Just beyond the red and black trunks arranged on the left wall, a doorway gaped open. The sound of running water was too much of a temptation to pass up.

She jogged toward the doorway and discovered a facility done completely in black. Even the chrome rails were black. Water splashed against the frosted glass wall on her immediate right. Apparently the entire wall was the shower. A long counter took up the left wall. She used the black commode in the center of the back wall with a profound sense of relief.

“Isabeau?”

Fallon looked over at the frosted glass. “Yes?” She rolled her eyes. “
‘Syr
.”

“I don’t have all day; get your ass in here!”

Fallon slid the glass door open and stepped into a black-tiled shower.

Khan leaned on his elbows against the right wall, his head back and his long creamy hair loose from its braid. Water sprayed down from three showerheads, spilling across his tattooed back, over the curve of his ass, and down his long, muscular thighs. He groaned and lowered his head, looking over at her. “About time.” He turned over, pressing his shoulders against the wall, and held out his hand. “Come.”