“I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“No,” Lorian says, and his voice betrays his unhappiness.
We are all in so much pain.
Rafe turns me and lifts me up into his arms and kisses each one of my cheeks. “I want to kiss all of this sadness away.”
“We miss you every second of every day,” Lorian adds, hugging me from behind, his hot breath against my neck. And for a second, I forget where we are and who is watching, and I allow myself to enjoy this, their touch, and allow this all to seem perfect, even if it’s only a momentary fantasy.
The three of us together again.
Their words have melted away my anger for the moment. I’m too tired to resist what they’re offering me, and I think of what Autumn said to me about choosing to be content. And now I understand. I just want to accept the pleasure they want to give me here and now. I want this so I can replay it again and again, in my mind, as I live through the monotony of my days here as a pet.
Does this mean I’m broken?
"I only want you to love me now," I say. "Please. We only have an hour. We need to?—"
"I don’t like that it has to be this way," Rafe says gently. “But we couldn’t have watched you die. Not for what you were coerced into doing for Terra Ka. Your ignorance of the galaxy…”
“You sent me he—” I begin but Rafe cuts me off with an aggressive kiss. Apparently, they have their scripts all planned out and I’m not allowed to improvise. His lips are hard on mine, and he forces his tongue into my mouth and I open to him.
I’m trying to make sense of all the emotions I’m feeling. It’s like I’m on a roller coaster in the dark that has drops and goes upside down and I don’t know how I’m going to feel around the next bend. Maybe if I touch them more, pretend this is normal, it will feel more right. I let my hands run over their bodies, too thin for them.
Rafe stops kissing me, and looks at me expectantly. I don’t know what to say, so I say, “You look good."
"Don't." Rafe catches my wrist. "Don't pretend this is normal."
"This isournormal." I say as they move toward the bed, and I sit on its edge as they stand near me. I take a deep breath, willing myself to forget everyone and everything but these two men in this room with me. “Make me forget everything but you for the hour. Make allthat,” I motion to the door, “disappear.”
Rafe doesn’t speak; instead, he begins to unfasten the clasps of his jacket, folding it neatly like this is a boardroom negotiation instead of a sanctioned IGC violation.
Lorian lifts my chin, fingers rough under my jaw. “You're shaking.”
“It’s because I don’t know how to feel. Should I be afraid? I don’t know anymore,” I tell him honestly.
Lorian smiles, dark and full of promise. “Oh, my wicked human, I can’t tell you how you feel, but I know how I feel. Afraid and nervous.Afraid that I will let you down and nervous that none of us will survive this with our minds intact.”
Rafe says while removing his trousers, “We have an audience that we must all play to and a script to follow.” Then, as if on cue, he moves behind me on the bed and pushes my hair to one side and begins kissing a path up my throat, and whispers in my ear, “Jin Kol will want a show, but don’t show him your true self. That’s ours. Today, show him the pet my father has taught you to be. React only with your body and keep your heart to yourself. Understand my clever human?”
I acknowledge that I’ve heard him with a nod and put my hand on the back of his head, messing up his short black hair, encouraging him to kiss me more.
Lorian sinks to the floor and spreads my thighs with practiced ease. “Open up,” he says. “Wider. Show me what this fur hides.”
I obey, and his hot mouth finds me instantly without preamble. Just teeth, tongue, and hunger. All the sensations I’ve desperately missed. I cry out, and Rafe kisses me while he fondles my breasts purposefully, pulling on my pierced nipples. And I can’t help but wonder if this is something he might have always fantasized about or is only doing it now for our audience. I know this is something Imperial men like doing with their human pets.
“We should have streamed this for the trainers,” Rafe says in between kisses, pulling my nipples enough to make my whole breasts move in waves. “Every one of them would have paid handsomely to see the human who betrayed them be used like this.”
I try not to let his words hurt me. It’s as he said; it’s only a script. It’s not real. I canbarely hear him anyway over the sound of my own breathing, sharp and uneven as Lorian licks my clit, holding my thighs spread wide.
And I open to them both, both my mouth and vagina, not as myself, but as the human-terrorist-turned-pet, and as an emptyhuman vessel. A prisoner.
As if reading my mind, Rafe fists my hair and positions my head up. “Eyes up, Eve. Smile for the IGC.” Through the haze of ecstasy, I remember that I’m not supposed to enjoy this.
This is different. They are different.
They planned to be distant before they even entered this room. Hell, knowing Rafe he might have planned out every second and every word before they even walked through the door of their childhood home today.
Rafe stands and slaps his cock against my cheek once. Twice. “Open for me. Stick out that little pink tongue. This is what humans love, isn’t it? This barbaric act of the Eclipse Kiss.”
