The raw scent of his body, the power. He'd been holding back, just as Mal had, but I was going to make him come. I was tied to this table, but I was going to bring Kayson to his knees.
I opened my mouth, sucking the head inside. I hollowed my cheeks and lapped at the slit, drawing another drop of his cum to my tongue.
His cock hardened and his body stiffened. He was about to—
I released him, teased him as he had teased me.
Kayson cursed. Mal chuckled.
With a smile I knew was wicked, I took his cock into my mouth again until the head hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips around his cock and suctioned as hard as I could, like I was trying to pull every ounce of cum from his balls. All of him. Like he was mine. His seed. His cock. All of him. Mine. Right now, he was fucking mine and he was going to know it.
"Fuuuuck."
If I hadn’t had his cock in my mouth, I would have smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
That was it. He was gone, his body shuddering as I swallowed him down, his seed setting off a blooming heat inside my body that made me come again. I didn't think of my own needs and desires. I had none left but to give him pleasure. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wasn't going to stop until I had conquered him.
Mal watched it all, the dark intensity of his gaze confusing.
When I was done taking the euphoric hit of Kayson’s Seed Power, I gave his cock one soft kiss on the tip and pulled my head back to let him go. Kayson tucked himself back into his pants before leaning over and kissing me softly on my temple. He ran his fingers through my long hair as Mal stood like a statue and watched us both come down, our breathing slow. My heart didn’t feel like it was about to explode any longer, but I wasn’t ready to give up the soft, comforting glide of Kayson’s fingers through my hair.
Finally, Mal spoke. “Do you want more, mate?”
Maybe, but I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. Physically, mentally or, worst of all, emotionally. Having Geros in my ass yesterday had been hard enough to deal with. But this? With Kayson? After the way he’d held me last night? This felt like a relationship. Emotions getting involved. Things getting messy when I had to go back to Earth and they would all be matched—or at least one of them—to their perfect match. An Interstellar Bride. What would I be then?
Nothing. A distant memory while they all took their perfect woman as a mate.
“No, Sir.” I tried to sound strong. Solid. The words were barely a whisper.
Mal nodded and instructed Kayson to take care of me, remove the butt plug and get me cleaned up. He announced that he was going to the master’s lounge and Kayson was to drop me off at the subs lounge and meet Mal there once he was finished with me.
Then Mal walked out. Just like that. Gone. He didn’t even look over his shoulder.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t you fucking cry, Carmen.
Why go to all this trouble and not touch me himself? And why did I care? Why did his rejection hurt this much? I'd known him less than a week. I wasn't his matched mate, his real bride. As an exclamation point on that fact, not one of them had fucked me in my pussy, which, I had to admit, had been one of the parameters I had set for this mission. Never occurred to me Geros would take my ass and Kayson my mouth, instead.
Kayson stepped away and I licked my lips, the smallest bit of his cum making my lips tingle with heat. I felt like a limp noodle on the table. Wasted. I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag right now, especially with Kayson's Seed Power making me all warm and fuzzy and...horny. If he rolled me over and wanted to fuck me again, I would take him. Both of them. Damn it.
Even if Mal didn't want me, I wanted him.
Which meant it was time to finish this mission and go home before I got my heart broken.
10
Smith
Mal and Kaysonhad carefully studied the security system of the club. Mal had drawn maps from memory, based on his years as a member. They had even gone as far as taking pictures of where the guards were stationed on the main floor. But with the Master Gee’s suites situated on the third floor of the building, they had to be careful. They were not an innocent new submissive lost in the hallways. There was nothing innocent or submissive about either one of them.
No, if the VSS operative in that suite caught us before we could get the jump on him, Mal, Kayson or I could be killed. Or worse.
There were fates much worse than death.
I was still wearing the white negligee, having just come through the back hallway of the subs’ lounge to meet them here. I had no underwear—since Mal had torn the delicate white lace off—and I felt like a first-rate idiot sneaking around the halls with my ass on display. But I guess there were worse things. Not sure what, but if I thought about it long enough, I’d come up with something.
Mal and Kayson caught up to me dully dressed. They even had boots.
Anyone who ever said women weren’t tough as nails? Obviously not in this hallway right now. "I'll go first. Once the hall guard sees me, I'll flirt with him. Distract him. Then you two can take him out."
