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  They were both breathless when Kalien finally broke the kiss. Kalien caressed his lover’s neck.

  “Looks like you were keeping secrets from me,” he murmured against Damian’s lips. Damian looked stunned as he stared at Kalien. Kalien smiled. And lunged for him.

  Since there was a couch between them, Kalien was somewhat at a disadvantage. But Damian didn’t expect an attack, so his reaction was somewhat slower. They were both trained to fight, and it wasn’t the first time they went one against the other. Kalien evaded Damian’s grip and then pulled him forward, causing Damian to lose his balance. It was sudden and quick. It ended with Damian sprawled on the couch and Kalien standing at the foot of it, above Damian’s head, pinning his wrists on either side of his head.

  Alana had gotten up on her knees but otherwise avoided getting into their fight. Now, however, Kalien called to her.

  “Alana. Hold him, please.”

  He glanced up to see if she was going to obey him. She did. She climbed over Damian, straddling his legs and using her whole weight to hold him still. His heartbeat sped up. This evening promised to end on a much more pleasant note than it started.

  “What now?” Alana’s speculative gaze rested on Damian. He knew what she saw. A strong, lean body with long limbs and muscles obvious under the dark suit. Strands of dark hair, dampened with sweat, escaped the prison of his long braid during the fight. They were plastered to his neck, and his green eyes glittered dangerously.

  “You are asking me? I thought you were dominant.”

  “I am, but you know him better.”

  “Hmm.” Kalien looked at Damian.

  “Let go of me!” Damian twisted, trying to shake them off.

  Kalien’s eyes narrowed.

  “No. You deserve it. Every time Alana is with us, you just can’t keep your hands off of me. Hell, I think you have done everything short of fucking me in front of her.”

  “You are mine, no sharing.”

  “Really? How come you are hard as a rock if you were only teasing before?”

  Damian’s lips tightened.

  “Alana. Strip him.”

  He watched as Alana unbuckled Damian’s belt then tugged his pants down his hips. As usual, Damian wasn’t wearing anything under them. His cock sprang free, angry and red. Kalien licked his lips. It was unusual for Damian to get this hard so early in the game. How long had he wanted this? He watched as Alana’s palm swept down the rigid length. Damian moaned, hips bucking upward. Kalien pressed his wrists back into the couch.

  “Well?”

  Alana was letting him lead. That excited him. Damian was his only lover for years, and Damian disliked taking orders, especially in bed. Kalien usually had to coax him into doing what he wanted. Now, Damian was at his mercy. He spread his legs more to accommodate the growing length in his pants, thinking about the available options.

  “I want him to come, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to let him fuck you.”

  Alana cocked her head. “He is probably going to bolt as soon as we release him.” Her fingers idly played on Damian’s flushed skin. Her feathery touches must have been driving his lover crazy. “But if I get on top…”

  Now that was an intriguing possibility. Still, it wasn’t very practical. He shook his head regretfully.

  “No. Alana, you didn’t have any foreplay. In case you didn’t notice,” he said, sparing a glance at Damian’s erect cock, “he is very big. He is going to hurt you, and I am not going to be able to stop him. Not in this position.”

  “I am going to hurt the both of you!” Damian snapped.

  “Is that a promise?” Alana asked, her tone suggestive. Both men looked at her.

  Kalien had to grin. “Don’t tell me. You like pain.”

  Alana shrugged.

  “How did I end up with both of you?” Kalien muttered to himself in mock exasperation. He looked down at his lover to see what effect Alana’s proclamation had on him. “Never mind that. I think you are going to have to suck him. After that, we let him go, and then we’ll see.” He grinned at Damian, who was suspiciously quiet.

  Alana blinked. “You want me to go down on him?” She sounded odd. Kalien glanced up.

  “You don’t want it?”

  “I didn’t say that. It’s just that…I haven’t done it before. My previous lovers were reluctant to allow me…” She grimaced. “Or my fangs, to be precise.”

  The cock in her hand jumped. Kalien tightly smiled.

  “Be careful and don’t hurt him, then.” He paused. “Much.”

  * * * *

  Lowering her head down, Alana glanced at Kalien.

  “Oh. Right. Did I mention Damian also likes pain?”

  Damian squeezed his eyes shut. He should have expected Kalien to say something like that. Wet lips closed around his cock. He could feel silver hardness. Her fangs rubbed against the sensitive head of his dick. Her slippery tongue played on his damp skin. His back arched, pushing into that heavenly mouth.

  “Shh. Careful. Be still,” Kalien warned him. “Fangs, remember? We don’t want to damage you. I have some other plans for the three of us.”

  His head was inches away from Damian’s, his hair falling down on Damian’s shoulders.

  “I can’t believe you are letting her do this to me,” Damian whispered, his voice catching. His lover shrugged.

  “Why not? I get to watch you come.”

  His words and Alana’s lips had Damian arching in their grip.

  “Relax.”

  “I can’t!”

  Kalien cocked his head to watch. “She is good. Do you think she lied about her experience?”

  Pinned under their weight, Damian fought overwhelming heat. Kalien, with his legs pulled apart and the bulge in his pants inches above Damian’s, wasn’t a comforting sight, and Alana…His pleasure-riddled brain refused to think.

  “Don’t lick him, just suck. He is much more sensitive to that,” Kalien’s voice instructed, coming through his pleasurable haze.

  What?

  Alana obeyed.

  Fuck!

  He must have said that aloud because Kalien smiled at him. “Not just yet.”

  Damian was clearly fighting a losing battle. Kalien loved to watch him this way, an inch from total surrender. His control shattered, and he came, his body going slack in Kalien’s arms.

  Kalien gripped his wrists tighter, acutely aware of the moment when his lover finished. He sunk into the couch, sweating and breathing hard. Kalien leaned down to kiss him. Damian’s lips opened without resistance. He moaned.

  * * * *

  Alana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, watching Kalien kiss Damian before releasing him. Taking that as a signal, she shifted, moving between his legs to let him get up. Damian sat up slowly, his movement sluggish from recent pleasure. He was still wearing his shirt, although now it was damp from sweat and plastered over his chest, mirroring every muscle under it.

  She didn’t see Damian move. Suddenly, he was at her side, his powerful body leaning into her, trapping her between him and the couch.

  Damian’s eyes narrowed.

  “Kalien!”

  Kalien chuckled, lifting Alana on his lap, kissing her hungrily, his erection pressing into her ass. She yelped.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll let you watch.”

  Her insides clenched as her blood heated with anticipation.

  The entire ship rocked, almost throwing them all on the floor. Alana swiftly turned, reaching for her discarded weapons. She knew cannon blasts when she heard them.

  “Whoever it is, their timing sucks!” Kalien shouted. Another hit shook the ship. Damian was already out of the door, zipping up his pants. Alana followed. Kalien, too.

  Soon enough they were on the bridge, alarm lights flashing over their faces.

  “Who did you piss off?” Alana shouted, taking position next to Damian. His fingers flew over the console. “Whoever they are, they are packing some serious power.”

  “
Yeah, no kidding,” Kalien replied. “Shields are still holding up, but it won’t last long.”

  “I have got a visual—Shit,” Alana cursed aloud. Damian followed her gaze. “Governor Carver Security.”

  They exchanged looks.

  “Can you lift it?”

  Damian nodded, and Alana watched him adjust commands on the console. The ship mewled, creaked, and then moved.

  “Accelerating. They are following.”

  “Just get us out of the atmosphere. They won’t come further.”

  Chapter 3

  It was hours later when Kalien, who was in the pilot’s chair, announced in a strained voice, “We are clear.” Alana glanced at him, then let herself relax, stretching her arms above her head.

  “That was close,” she commented. She caught Damian’s glance. They both looked at Kalien.

  He gave them an innocent gaze. “What?”

  Damian wasn’t amused by that, either, Alana noted. She pointed her finger at Kalien.

  “You have to be more careful, Kalien.”

  “Me?” Kalien sounded offended. She heard Damian snort.

  “They could have come for you, you know,” Kalien said, the picture of wounded innocence.

  “What, on Red Star?” Alana asked, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t think so.”

  Kalien crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Fine, fine! Not for you, but they would come for Damian.”

  “Damian wouldn’t be so stupid to get on Governor Carver’s bad side.”

  “And I would?”

  “You would.” This from Damian.

  “I would not!” Kalien protested then shrunk back when they both glared at him.

  He smiled sheepishly. Alana rolled her eyes. She didn’t know what he did, but it was obvious that he did do something. Something bad.

  Knowing Kalien, it was probably something fun, too. She turned to Damian.

  “Perhaps we should strangle him.”

  “It crossed my mind more than a few times.”

  “You sure you love him?”

  Damian inspected the damage on his console. “Sorry,” he replied absently, “can’t get rid of it.”

  “Hey!” Kalien protested. “Knock it off, you two.”

  “Kalien, what possessed you to go and do something that would anger Carver? You know as well as I do that Cetra is one of few places where we are safe. They won’t hand us over, no matter how much money they are offered. If I recall correctly, you happen to be worth some serious money to law enforcement on some planets.”

  “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

  “You never do.”

  Kalien huffed. “We got away, didn’t we?”

  “That is not the point. I can placate Carver, but probably not right away. In the meantime, what’s Alana supposed to do? Her ship and all her stuff is there. And no,” he added before his lover could say anything, “we are not getting back.”

  “She could stay with us?” Kalien offered.

  “Thanks, Kalien. But,” Alana cocked her head and gave him a bemused glance, continuing, “I thought this was Damian’s ship?”

  Kalien grinned at her.

  “Yeah, but you just helped save it. Besides,” he said, leering at Damian, “I do sleep with its owner. Should be useful for something.”

  He stood up and strode over to Damian’s chair. He clasped his lover’s shoulder.

  “Come on, Damian. You enjoyed it.”

  His voice dropped suggestively. Alana shivered. She raised one shoulder, the movement obviously catching Damian’s glance. Unwavering, his green gaze studied her. Something flickered in those green depths, pulling at something deep inside her.

  “Yeah. I most certainly enjoyed it.”

  He shrugged his lover’s hand off and turned to his console.

  “Go on and play, then. I’ll catch you later.”

  * * * *

  Kalien led Alana back to their living quarters. She absently noticed that the rest was nice. Very nice, actually. Someone had expensive taste. They went past the living room to the ones designed for the ship’s crew.

  Alana plucked at her suit and grimaced with distaste. The adrenaline-packed fight had taken its toll. She stank.

  “Can I shower first?”

  “Can I join you?”

  Alana folded her arms. “No.”

  Kalien grinned.

  “Spoilsport. Fine. Have it your way.” He leaned in for a kiss, his breath tickling her skin. Her lips parted. His tongue bathed her fangs. She shuddered. He backed off.

  “I will wait for you in bed. Bath is here.” He opened the door on his right side and left.

  Alana followed him with her gaze until he disappeared. Damn, but that man had one very fine ass. She shook her head and stepped into the bath. Once inside, she quickly stripped and entered the shower. Cold water wrapped over her, cooling her bruises and wiping down the sweat. She raised her head toward the spray and let it slide down her body. She felt better once she was clean. With a sigh of relief, she turned the taps off. She winced when her bare feet landed on the cool tiles. There was a cabinet directly above her head. She opened the doors and rummaged through it. There were big, fluffy towels neatly folded inside. She grabbed one and ferociously rubbed herself off until she was completely dry. She eyed it with distaste. After some quick thinking, she tossed it aside and reached for another one. It was true that she didn’t plan to wear it very long, but still…

  A flash of color caught her eye. Under the towels were two robes, one atop the other. Curious, Alana unwrapped them both. One was red, the other one silver. Alana draped the first one over herself and sighed in contentment. Silk hummed over her body. It was a nice feeling.

  “Are you done yet?”

  She rolled her eyes. Patience obviously wasn’t Kalien’s strong suit.

  Not that she complained. It was nice to be wanted.

  “I am coming!”

  She left the bathroom and cursed. She had no idea where to go. She hadn’t exactly paid attention when Kalien led her here. She would have to memorize the layout soon.

  “Alana!” Kalien’s voice called.

  Oh, yeah, a handsome, naked male was waiting for her. She found out where the voice was coming from and followed it. She hadn’t been raised with the famous hunting race, Andraxi, for nothing.

  Gloriously naked, Kalien lay sprawled over a huge bed. Her gaze skimmed over his toned, muscled chest, narrow hips, very nice cock he was absently fisting, and long legs. She licked her lips. Nice. And that bed was big enough for…Alana blinked. Her jaw fell open.

  It was a monstrously big bed.

  Kalien rose up on his elbows, his golden hair trailing behind him on emerald-green pillows. He obviously knew what she was thinking, as his next words proved.

  “Like it? I tricked Damian into buying it,” he said smugly.

  Alana made a mental note to ask Damian what the hell he was thinking.

  The heat in Kalien’s eyes was inviting. “Come here.”

  She climbed up, shuddering when silk whispered against her skin.

  Kalien reached to grab her wrist and pull her onto him. His dick pressed into her belly. He was smiling.

  “It’s big enough to hold all three of us.”

  It was big enough for an orgy. Two orgies. Kalien’s body pressed against her, demanded all her attention. Rational thoughts evaporated.

  “Why? You have some plans along that line?”

  The expression on his face was feral. “I most definitely do.”

  Kalien raised her chin to kiss her, kissing her hungrily. It was reminiscent of the way Damian had kissed him for the first time that evening. Her stomach fluttered. She could recognize possessiveness when she saw it. And especially when it was aimed at her. Breath left her lungs in a rush. Kalien’s hand stroked her leg, inching its way under silk.

  “You are wearing my robe.”

  Alana blinked at him. “Yours?”

  His lips slid down to care
ss her neck. His tongue pressed against her pulse point. “The other one is Damian’s.”

  An image of two men, one wearing red, the other silver silk, with their hair loose and spilling on emerald-green sheets, seared her brain. Alana groaned. It was simply too much.

  Kalien’s hand parted her robe and closed over one breast. Warm fingers circled and tugged, exploring her. Well, if we are going to play that way…Alana let the robe fall down her shoulders.

  His gaze went down, leaving a trail of fire down her body. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened in shock. “You are...”

  Alana smiled, pleased with his reaction. “I am only half-Andraxi, remember?” Her tongue sneaked past her lips. She shifted over him, giving him a nice, unobstructed view. She may not have big breasts, but she was damn proud of what she did have. Senhani females, a lesser-known race known for its hedonistic approach to life, had one distinctive trait. One of their breasts was slightly smaller than the other. That one had a purple nipple.

  Kalien’s mouth closed over the other one, but his gaze remained locked on that one.

  Alana lifted her hand and touched it. Kalien sucked harder then suddenly left her and toppled backward, pulling her on top.

  Alana settled, straddling his waist. His shaft found his way between her legs and pushed forth. Alana leaned over him, feeling him parting her damp folds.

  “Good and deep,” murmured Kalien beneath her, rolling his hips. “You are more than ready.”

  She panted, struggling to accommodate his length. He felt good inside her. Her pussy greedily sucked him in. She lifted just to sink back again. “After that play with Damian? Are you kidding?”

  He laughed then his hands went from her waist to settle on her breasts. Her nipples peaked into his palms. His fingers dug into the soft mounds. He squeezed gently. Both her nipples, one still damp from his sucking, eagerly welcomed his attention. Kalien’s gaze fastened on them. She rocked, only to discover that he had raised one leg and bent it at the knee, effectively trapping her. She could still move, but it wasn’t enough, not for the need coursing through her body. She growled, hair falling over her face. Kalien only smiled.