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about his people and offered her Devnar in exchange for a steady supply of slaves.” Khilam’s

mouth twisted in disgust. “It seems that our races are compatible, that we can breed with one

another. Lady Grenba’s been smuggling female workers off the planet and sending them to Lord

Adsel in exchange for males from your planet.”

“That’s horrible.” She remembered her brief time when she thought she shared their fate,

and her throat clenched. “You have to rescue them.”

“We’re trying, but it’s difficult. Lord Mithrik can’t send just anyone to help with the search

for fear of them becoming addicted to the rebels.” Devnar motioned to Khilam and scooted her

over so he could sit on the edge of the bed.

Nervous energy moved between them, and she started when Khilam took her hand in his.

“There is one thing we found out by accident that can help us.”

Devnar’s fingers entwined over Khilam’s. They both stroked her hand with gentle

movements. Watching their hands fold over hers warmed her body and reawakened her desire.

Another rush of heat let her know Devnar was as aroused by the sight as she was. Her voice

came out husky as she asked, “What’s that?”

“Well.” Devnar used his other hand to trace the exposed skin of her thigh in light circles.

“Khilam shared a bed with one of my men, Uteis, but remained unaffected by his hormones.”

“We think my time with you and Devnar keyed my reaction to him. In an effort to better

understand Devnar’s people, I generously offered myself for experimentation.” He grinned at

Devnar and gave her hand a squeeze. “While I had a very good time with Uteis, I didn’t get the

same rush I experienced with you.”

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“If this is true, then we can pair off your people with mine. Provide them a mate and a

hunting partner at the same time.” Devnar tensed behind her, and anxiety tinged his voice. “To

be honest, we’re barely holding off the rebels at it is. Without the help of your people, I don’t

think we stand much of a chance of finding the women.”

After scooting away from Devnar and Khilam, she stood and began to pace. “I can think of

a few breakers I know that would be willing to try. We’ll need to contact Pimina. She’ll help us

arrange for a shelter on Kyrimia that can act as a safe house for those we find.” She ran her

hands through her hair and turned on her heel as she reached the end of the small room. “I’ll also

want to set up a safe house on Jensia. Maybe something that mimics the dome structures of

Kyrimia. All that open sky has to be a culture shock to our women.”

“Melania—”

She waved her hand in a shooing gesture at Devnar and continued, “How big is your

planet? What’s the environment like? Do you have diagrams or sketches of where the women

might be held? What about spies?”

“Melania—”

She stopped and clutched her heart. “What about babies? Oh Gods, they may find a way to

get beyond the sterilization. Lady Grenba would have access to the information. Would she have

given them the serum?” She chewed on her thumb and resumed pacing. “Those women would

never leave their children, but I don’t know if the empress would allow them back on the planet.

Every child they have will be a baby taken away from someone else. That would lead to deep

resentment and I—”

“Concubine, attend!”

Those words cut through her concentration like a laser, and she dropped to her knees with

a thud. Khilam snickered, and Devnar elbowed him hard enough to make the other man cough.

“Melania, we will take all these things into consideration. But right now, we need your help.”

She tried to focus on the here and now, but it was hard knowing about the suffering of all

those women. Kneeling helped put her into the right frame of mind to give all her attention to

Devnar, so she took a deep breath and met his gaze. “I’m listening.”

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Khilam exchanged a glance with Devnar. “As we were trying to explain before you went

on your tangent”—he ignored her glare and continued—“I need to see if I still respond to

Devnar’s arousal with the same zeal.”

She absently ran her finger under the metal collar around her neck. “I still get the same

reaction to his arousal and orgasm. If anything, it’s even stronger now.”

Devnar patted the bed next to him, and she obliged his silent command. “We don’t know if

that’s because I bonded you or if it’s your natural reaction to me.”

“With your permission, I would like to be here with you when you and Devnar make

love.” Khilam glanced at her through his lowered lashes. “I promise I’ll sit on the couch and be a

good boy.”

“Of course.” She stood and began to undo the belt around her waist.

“I told you she wouldn’t mind,” Khilam said with a smirk as Devnar examined her with

narrowed eyes.

“Of course I don’t mind.” She tossed the belt onto the bed and shimmied out of the scrap

of bronze silk before crawling onto the bed. Devnar’s stunned expression and the rush of his

desire lit her body like a flame. “I’ve had sex in front of others for instruction hundreds of times

during my training.”

Jaw twitching, Devnar drew her up his body until she draped over his chest. The brush of

the soft suede against her nipples had her squirming beneath his touch. “I don’t know if I should

be happy or jealous.”

Khilam reclined on the couch, the evidence of his arousal pressing against the front of his

pants. “I know I’m jealous. Melania is a legend among the breakers, for good reason.”

His praise brought a blush to her cheeks, and Devnar laughed. “I suggest we make love in

front of another man and she doesn’t bat a lash. You tell her she’s a good breaker, and she

blushes like a virgin.”

Rough hands stroked down her back, and she nibbled his neck. The taste of his skin

brought a soft sigh from her throat, and she arched against him like a cat as he gripped her hips.

“I’ve been going crazy without you,” he whispered into her ear. The warmth of his breath paled

in comparison to the heat his words brought. The low throb between her legs increased as he

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licked the shell of her ear. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get you earlier. They locked me in a cell until

I agreed to not rescue you and let their plan work. Forgive me.”

The kiss she gave him left no doubt how she felt. She tried to push her love through their

bond. It must have worked because Devnar shook against her and gave a low groan of pleasure.

A quick jerk at his shirt, and she slid it over his head. For a moment, she could do nothing

more than stare at his heavily muscled torso. The soft hair of his body tickled against her skin

and gave her a delicious sensation. He stood and swiftly removed his boots and pants. Khilam

made a little pained sound from across the room as Devnar bent in front of him. Glancing over

his shoulder, Devnar gave him a wicked grin and crawled back onto the bed with her.

All her attention became focused on him as his lips fastened onto her nipple. Strong, harsh

sucks had her quickly squirming beneath him. Trying to pull away as he added teeth, and

pressing into him as he growled. She couldn’t get enough of touching him, the sensation of his

skin beneath her fingertips sending sparks of need straight to her swollen pussy.

He sat up and turned her so she faced Khilam, then parted her legs with a firm hand.

Another needy sound from Khilam, this time deeper. She leaned back against Devnar’s chest,

framed by his body as he displayed her for Khilam’s hot gaze. The knowledge that Khilam

wanted her, that the sight of her body aroused him added to her need. Devnar finally released her

nipple and claimed her mouth in a soft kiss. She reached behind her and between his legs to

fondle the heavy weight of his sac, stroking the soft skin.

He growled something unintelligible against her lips and parted her labia, spreading her

moisture over his fingers and wetting her clit. “I want to watch him fuck you,” he whispered

against her lips. “Would you like that?” A rush of pure lust rolled off him, and she groaned.

Her hips arched into his fingers, and she shivered in his arms. The lust coming from him

increased, and she nodded. It was wonderful to know what he felt, to know what his desires

were. No guessing if he meant what he said, no falsehoods between them. She didn’t have to

worry about jealousy because he knew exactly how she felt about him. She loved him with all

her heart. Her trust in him deepened, and his love surged through their bond. “Ask him.”

“Khilam, would you like—”

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Hands gripped her thighs and spread her wide, throwing her legs over Devnar’s thighs. “I

thought you’d never ask.”

The brush of Khilam’s goatee over the swollen folds of her pussy tore a gasp from her.

Devnar ate the moans from her lips as surely as Khilam’s clever mouth devoured her. Gods, he

was talented. Even without Devnar’s gift of knowing what she wanted, what she felt, Khilam

used his experience to quickly drive her to the edge.

“Stop,” Devnar ordered in a rough voice. Pulling back from her grasp, he tweaked her

nipple and chuckled as she moaned. “I want you to fuck her.”

Khilam didn’t even bother to take off his shirt. He pulled down his pants enough to free

himself and said, “Open her for me.”

Devnar piled some pillows behind him so they sat almost upright. She reached behind her

between Devnar’s legs and tried to wrap her fist around the width of his hard cock. She gave him

an involuntary squeeze as he parted the lips of her pussy and spread her for Khilam’s cock. “So

wet and pretty,” Khilam said with a groan as he pushed his way in.

Devnar stroked her clit, and her body clenched the fat head of Khilam’s cock. Slowly

Khilam rocked into her, running his cock over different parts of her pussy, judging what she

liked by the way she responded to him. Devnar continued to watch, thrusting his cock into her

fist in time with Khilam’s movements.

She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations. The hot length moving inside

her, the thick cock in her hand. And through it all, Devnar’s love and need pounding into her

soul as surely as Khilam moved in her body.

The bed shifted, and she opened her eyes to find Khilam and Devnar sharing a kiss. Their

lips moved and parted in time with Khilam’s thrusts, and she gasped. Khilam found her sweet

spot and began to work it, stroking faster and harder until she was bucking her hips in a frantic

effort to have her release. Devnar’s hand unerringly found her clit, and he rubbed it with two of

his fingers in a hard circle.

“Fill her with your cum,” Devnar said in a deep growl against Khilam’s lips.

The rough talk sent her over the edge just as his fingers gave her clit a ruthless pinch. The

pleasure of her orgasm tore through her, contracting her muscles in a harsh rhythm that made her

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scream. Devnar groaned, and his cock throbbed in her fist. Pulling away from her with a jerk, he

rubbed the base of Khilam’s shaft where it connected with her body.

Head thrown back, an expression of almost pain on his face, Khilam emptied himself into

her with a sharp snap of his hips. The sensation of his cock jerking within her body drew out her

orgasm, and she ran her hands over Devnar’s thigh, seeking his cock, wanting him to join them.

He remained out of her reach, but his hungry rumble of need made her body clench as Khilam

withdrew.

Khilam’s goatee brushed against her cheek as he collapsed next to her and ran his hands

over her breasts. Devnar moved from behind her back, and her head rested against the bed next

to Khilam’s. They both leaned up to watch Devnar settle between her thighs. One delicate lick on

her oversensitive flesh had her clutching the sheets. She and Khilam exchanged a stunned glance

as Devnar’s lust rode over them.

The stiff length of his tongue thrust into her channel, licking out Khilam’s cum. So good.

His tongue moved in broad and greedy strokes as he groaned and rubbed his face against her

thigh. “You have no idea how good you taste. Your passion and his, mixed together. You taste

like the essence of life.” He sucked on her clit and held her hips down as she tried to scramble

away from him. It was too much too soon after her orgasm, but he was relentless. Khilam bit and

sucked on her neck, gentle touches that confused her body until too much became just right.

Helpless between them, she could only feel.

The brush of Khilam’s lips traveled down to her breast, and he circled the aching tip with

his lips. She moaned in protest as Devnar pulled away. A few more licks and she would have

been over the edge again. “Hold her hands over her head,” Devnar said and positioned himself

between her thighs.