“We have already worked that out,” Sebastian informed her, pushing her down onto the bunk and sprawling half on top of her. “It is in our programming. Well, three way. We have modified for four.”
“Yes, but I haven’t been modified for four.”
“We will pyramid,” Sebastian said, preventing any further argument by clamping his mouth over hers. She was still tense when he began to kiss her, but she had to say one thing for Sebastian, he had become very proficient in a very short length of time. Warmth was already flushing the anxious tension from her and replacing it with anticipation by the time he’d thoroughly explored her mouth and moved lower to stimulate her other pulse points. By the time he’d gnawed his way all the way down her body and back again, her skin had begun to feel as if it might catch fire.
“It is my turn,” Lucien said challengingly when Sebastian broke the second kiss. Sebastian lifted his head to glare at him for a moment, but finally rolled off of her. By the time Lucien had thoroughly familiarized himself with her body, she was certain she was going to catch fire if someone didn’t do something to put her out.
She groaned a little piteously when Thor demanded his turn. “I’m relaxed,” she said through gritted teeth when he began tugging at her nipples. She wasn’t. She was so anxious to be mounted she began to think she was going to come just from all the foreplay and she was nearly mindless by the time he decided she’d had enough stimulation.
Alright, shewasmindless! She was ready to claw something. She was so drunk and weak she felt like a rag doll and when Lucien took Thor’s place, she groaned in misery, too confused to figure out what they were doing or understand the instructions they were trying to give her.
Fortunately, they didn’t actually need her cooperation at that point. Lucien assumed the position, caught her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap … backwards. That confused her even more until she felt him probing her rectum—with his finger. Whatever it was he used to lubricate her was icy cold. Her nipples, already hard, tighten to rock and goosebumps rushed frantically all over her in every direction as he replaced his finger with his cock. Discomfort wafted through her, but just as she reached the point where she was seesawing between discomfort and actual pain, the pain stopped and the discomfort began to dissipate.
She panted from the sense of fullness and the confusion of pleasurable and uncomfortable quakes rippling through her and colliding. Pushing her legs off of his until they were dangling on either side of him, he spread his legs wide, spreading hers as he did. He lifted his hands to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her painfully erect nipples for a moment and then pulled her slowly back until she was resting lightly against his chest. Sebastian, she discovered was waiting, his expression so taut with his need that she felt her kegels clap together in anticipation even as he leaned over her and probed the mouth of her sex with the head of his cock.
She squeezed her eyes closed as she felt him driving slowly but surely inside of her, felt herself stretched to the edge of pain. Holding her between them, they began to move slowly in and out of her the moment Sebastian had fully penetrated her. The sensation was incredible. She wasn’t certain for a few moments if it was incredibly wonderful or just incredibly tight, but her body was in no doubt. It began to flutter and quake almost immediately, threatening release.
She’d completely forgotten Thor until she felt a cock bump against her lips. Actually, she was too mindless by that time to even figure out who was demanding oral stimulation. The moment she felt it, though, a hunger seized her to have it in her mouth. Her body screamed that it was all she needed to take her the rest of the way. She grabbed it with both hands, opened her mouth and began to suck at him frantically while Lucien and Sebastian drove into her at an ever increasing pace. She came almost instantly, her body spasming so hard, her mind clouded with the explosion of ecstasy. Instead of reaching a crescendo and dropping her, however, her body quaked wonderfully and then seemed to climb to another peak. It seized again, harder than before, longer and then began to climb again until dread began to war with anticipation.
And yet, when she felt the men begin to shudder and jerk as they reached their own crises, she struggled greedily to capture that third promised climax. She’d almost begun to despair that she could grasp it before they’d finished, and then it hit her so explosively that when she hit the high note and began to drift down again, she hit oblivion.
She aroused to a chorus of hoarse, panting breaths, one of which was hers. Twin puffs were hitting the back of her neck and her face and a third was off to her left somewhere. It was the opening of her cabin door that really aroused her, however. Sebastian rolled to glance behind him at the intrusion and she popped her own head up to see who it was.
Her eyes widened when she saw Jared, Kane, and Damon in the door. For a handful of seconds, everyone was frozen, their faces blank with shock. Then Jared’s, Kane’s, and Damon’s faces contorted with pure fury. The three uttered a roar that galvanized the four on the bed. Thor and Sebastian leapt up to meet the three charging them. Lucien dismounted her, plunked her on the bed, and leapt up to counter the challenge roared by the other three men and in a few moments the entire cabin had erupted into bedlam.
Chloe was too stunned and too weak from her climaxes to do more than gape for several moments. When Jared and Sebastian landed on her bunk beside her, however, she uttered a shriek and leapt from the bed. After glancing wildly around for a place of safety and discovering that the other four men were waltzing back and forth between her and the door, she dropped to her belly and slithered under the bunk.
It was too much to hope that the brawl would go unnoticed. With six cyborgs pounding at each other and slinging one another against the walls, the floor, and every stick of furniture she had in the room, there was a crowd outside her door within a very few minutes.
Salina, a ‘cat that ate the canary’ look on her face, was in the forefront. Chloe peered at the woman in disbelief from beneath her bunk for several moments before it hit her that there was absolutely no surprise in her expression, nothing but gloating satisfaction. The fucking bitch, she thought! She’d rounded Jared, Kane, and Damon up and set up the entire thing!
Reuel plowed his way past the gawkers at the door, surveying the brawl in progress. Finally his gaze settled on her beneath the bunk. “Enough!” he bellowed. “Take these men into custody and escort them to the brig!”
None of the men brawling had even acknowledged Reuel’s presence let alone given any indication that they heard the order. The fight was halted by sheer weight of numbers as Reuel’s men rushed in to break it up and wrestled the fighters away from each other. Jared, Kane, and Damon were still bellowing threats at the top of their lungs as they were hauled away. Sebastian’s group was a little more subdued, but not by much. The men who’d taken them into custody paused long enough to collect their clothing and shove it at them before they hauled them out.
Reuel crouched and looked at Chloe questioningly. Her lips tight with anger, her face scarlet with embarrassment, Chloe climbed out from beneath the bunk with as much dignity as she could master and looked around for her own clothes.
Reuel straightened, turned, and scattered the lingerers with a scowl. “Just what the hell was going on here?” he asked mildly when Chloe had managed to get her flight suit on and sat down to pull on her boots.
“You should ask thatbitchSalina!” Chloe snapped. “She orchestrated the entire disaster!”
Reuel’s eyes narrowed. “How does she figure into this … debacle?”
Chloe shook her head. “I don’t know. She was standing in the shower room when the guys came.”
Amusement flickered in Reuel’s eyes. “Which time?”
Chapter Fifteen
Chloe stared at Reuel blankly for several moments before it dawned on her that he was referring to the orgy. A flicker of amusement went through her, as well. She would’ve been more amused, however, if her men weren’t headed for the brig. She cleared her throat. “It’s my day off,” she said pointedly, more than a little stiffly. “Sebastian had asked if he and his guys could … ah … visit and .. uh …. Well, never mind. That’s beside the point.”
“You are right. It is. The point is that your cabin has been destroyed. You could have been seriously injured at the very least and we have six men in the brig when they could be put to better use in overhauling the Salvager and repairing the damage to the ships that took part in the raid. I think that we are reasonably safe here, but I do not like the idea of getting caught with my pants down.” He paused, amusement flickering in his eyes again. “No pun intended.”
Chloe sent him a look and marched past him, headed for the brig, which she knew Reuel had set up somewhere in the hold of the ship.
Reuel fell into step beside her and they made the trip in grim silence. Chloe’s belly clenched when they reached the brig and she surveyed the cells. Sebastian, Lucien, and Thor were together in one, Jared, Kane, and Damien in the other and both groups were pacing the small space like angry lions and glaring threateningly and each other.
Some of the tension went out of the six when they saw Chloe and Reuel. More accurately, it appeared that they forced down some of the tension. The two groups separated, assuming more causal and less aggressive stances.
