“Step back,” Linc murmured.
“Of course,” the man said smoothly. All the men gave them distance, without ever taking their eyes from her.
The throb between her legs was almost unbearable. All the talk of breeding had tightened her nipples and quickened her womb. She longed to have Linc between her thighs, his cock buried deep inside her, thrusting hard, pumping seed into her. She pressed her bottom against his erection. He was hard as stone.
With ragged breathing, she dropped her gaze to her feet, an embarrassed flush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.
“Over your cage,” he ordered.
She turned. Shakily, she clasped the top of the cage and lowered herself onto the painted metal rungs, her breasts squashed uncomfortably, especially her sore nipples.
A pair of fingers plucked the string of her shorts, and they fluttered to the floor. More murmurs and conversation as she lay helplessly across the bars.
“So trim, love that we can see the pretty pussy peeping out.”
“Yeah, and the ass is so pert, the pucker’s right there, winking.”
“I’d enjoy using that too,” the dark-haired man said with a deep chuckle.
One of Linc’s warm palms cupped a bare ass cheek. Her breathing became short gasps.
“There are other breeding options,” an older man said speculatively. “You’re Linzen stock too, I take it. I’m sure you’re possessive of your pet’s beautiful young pussy and the womb you’ll stretch with your seed. But a man has plenty of seed to spread around. I’ve got a pretty daughter whose spongy husband can’t seem to ripen her belly.”
A stab of jealousy coursed through her.
“I’m not low on funds, and slave breeding for profit doesn’t interest me. Probably because it was forced on my people for too long.”
There was a chorus of protests. “That was wrong!” “Shameful!” “Criminal.”
“Agreed,” Linc said, lifting her up from the cage. “Go sit on the bed, kitty,” he told her.
Her eyes darted nervously to it, but he shook his head. She hurried to the far edge and sat, crossing her legs and covering her breasts.
“The party was a good start to the night,” Linc said. “Thank you for joining us.” He opened the suite’s door.
There were murmured good nights as the men gathered their pets and left. Larsinc closed the door behind them and secured it before turning back to her.
“You’d make a good queen.”
“I would?” Giss scoffed, continuing to cover her breasts.
“You were able to keep your cool.”
“So were you.”
He exhaled derisively. “There were offers like that all the time when I was growing up. To my mother, for herself and for me and my sisters. Then when I was older, they made the offers to me for myself and them. There’s always a big divide between the people with coin and the people without it.”
“Were you ever tempted?”
“A little, when I was hungry. And when my sisters cried over their schoolmates’ taunts that their dresses were rags. But not that tempted.” Linc glanced at the door. “Did you notice the men tonight couldn’t let it drop? That’s the way of it. When we said no to offers, the men who wanted us didn’t let it go. Some even tried to take us by force.” He shook his head. “As a boy, I couldn’t sleep through the night. You never knew who might have been paid to come and drag you from your house. I had a couple of narrow escapes. That was before though. When we got to Kettura, there was none of that.
“On Kettura, people are a priceless commodity valued more than gold. It doesn’t matter what color eyes you have. Ketturan warriors will cut the throat of any man who tries to steal a Ketturan woman or child. That’s a known fact. If I’d wanted the subject dropped tonight, all I needed to say was that I’m a Ketturan warrior now. They would have run.” Linc ran a hand through his hair. “I miss my adopted homeland. The wildness of that world puts some off, those who say it’s too dangerous, but that’s not what I see. For me, it was never safe to be Linzen, but it’s safe to be Ketturan.”
“I’d like to see Kettura.”
He smiled. “I’d like you to see it too. I’m interested in what you’d think. But I can’t take you there yet. You’re stolen.”
She laughed softly. “It’s not as if you’re a stranger who kidnapped me from my bed to sell me to slave traders. Though I suppose locking me in a cage isn’t exactly acceptable.”
