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Jaxt
leaned down and kissed her neck. “Do you trust me?”

She
went still. Did she? She wasn’t sure. Did she want him?
Yes.
The
absurdity of a
Xyran
male asking her if she trusted
him made her question her sanity.
Xyrans
were hostile
and violent. Everyone knew that. They stole human women for slaves. Except
these two particular
Xyrans
weren’t like that, were
they?
Wrong,
her brain told her, flashing the image of
Jaxt
beating the enemy soldier against the cave wall into
her thoughts.

“You
think too much,”
Jaxt
growled, loosening his fist.

“I
trust you,” she gasped quickly.
Screw it. If I’m going to do something
stupid, like have sex with two
Xyrans
at once, I may
as well do it with a bang.

“Good,”
he said, hauling her up by the arms. Sky struggled for a moment,
then
relaxed when she realized he wasn’t hurting her.

Not
hurting me much,
she rethought
breathlessly.

Zoen
quickly undid her belt and tugged her pants down, flinging them away.

“Careful with those.
I don’t want them to catch fire,” Sky said, needing
to assert some kind of control.

Zoen
bared his teeth at her, making her gut clench. “Quiet.”

She
gulped, and he stripped off her vest. She hadn’t worn anything underneath it
today, because the heat had been so oppressive. His gaze told her he liked what
he saw, but instead of undressing, he slowly drew one of his golden knives.

“You
are going to enjoy this,”
Jaxt
rumbled. His cock
shoved up against her bare ass, and she wiggled just a little. “Settle down,”
he said.

“What
are you going to do with that?” she asked, going still.

Zoen’s
eyes gleamed. “
Shh
.”

Anger
rolled through her, and she flexed her arms. She couldn’t move at all, dammit.

“She
does not like when someone shushes her,”
Jaxt
said, controlling
her movements.

Zoen
tilted his head. “Oh?”

Sky
growled. “Don’t shush me.”

Instead
of speaking,
Zoen
flicked his arm out so fast she
could barely track its movement. Sky gasped and looked down. A tiny drop of
blood welled up on the curve of her bare breast. The sting was so
slight,
she might have imagined it if not for the blood.
“Dear God,” she murmured, absurdly aroused. Her pussy went hot.

Jaxt
felt
it in her body, and he circled his hips. “Don’t move.”

She
licked her lips. “Why?”

“Because
I do not want to permanently damage you,”
Zoen
said,
running the tip of his knife down her breast.

Sky
held her breath. He rolled the tip of the blade around and around, teasing her
nipple into a tight bud. He never once cut her, such was his skill, but she needed
more. She needed air. The moment he lifted the weapon away, she sucked in huge
lungfuls
, eyes watering.

She’d
never been so aroused in her entire life.

“Hold
still,”
Zoen
instructed her again. He’d unbuttoned
the top of his black pants, and her gaze went directly to his groin. His cock
peeked over the top of the leather, and she had to jerk her head away in order
to hear what he was saying.

“Okay,”
she said to him, not really sure what she was promising.

He
smiled, then brought the blade to her other breast. He teased her until she
thought she’d go mad, and then he nicked her again. The tiny pain focused her
attention. He bent down and licked the blood away, his tongue a raspy
counterpoint to the silky sharpness of his blade.

“Still
with us?” he asked her.

She
nodded drunkenly.
“Yeah.”
Her voice was thick.
Jaxt’s
arms held her steady, and she let herself sink
further into his body, his cock a hot brand at the small of her back. His
breath on her ear soothed her, until
Zoen
began
again.

“You
both smell like cinnamon,” she said. The scent wafted over her more strongly,
probably because they were so close.

Zoen
paused, glancing at
Jaxt
. “It is because we are
blood-kin.”

She
nodded, not really caring, and he continued his play. He drew the knife down
over her arms, across her pelvis, then up the inside of her thighs. She
shivered, so turned on she couldn’t help it. He lifted the blade away and
growled at her, tongue snaking out over his lips.

“Sorry,
sorry…” she breathed, reaching deep inside for the well of calm she’d had to
develop over the years. She used it for hunting, when she had to wait for hours
for just the right moment. She’d used it when she’d had to bide her time before
escaping the refugee camps to freedom. And she used it now, even as the two
Xyrans
stoked her arousal higher and higher.
Jaxt
moved away for a moment, stripping his pants, and then
he gathered her back up.
Zoen
unclothed himself as
well. She watched him peel off his vest,
then
stared
at his cock jutting out from his groin. It was slightly longer than
Jaxt’s
, but just as dusky. Just as thick. Three golden gems
just like
Jaxt’s
glittered from his chest. They must
have chosen them to match.

“Keep
still,”
Zoen
said, running a hand down her legs. She
bit her lip, hard, reaching for control. She didn’t want him to stop, not now.
She felt like everything around her was growing sharper, as if the molecules of
the air itself could speak.

“Good,”
he murmured, settling at her feet.

When
she was utterly calm again,
Jaxt
lifted her arms up
and bound them with a soft length of leather. “Relax,” he commanded her. She
did as he asked, and he stretched them behind his neck. Then, he reached down
and pulled her thighs apart, exposing her to
Zoen
.

The
Xyran
smiled, his
Alphan
-golden
eyes going dark with heat. “I am going to put my knife right here,” he said,
tapping her clit with his finger.

Sky
let out a sound, barely even recognizing
herself
, but
she didn’t move a millimeter.
Zoen
flicked her
swollen bud again, and she clenched her fists, but didn’t move anywhere else.
When he brought his blade down, she almost lost it. He drew the tip down her
labia, down to her anus, and began to tease her there.

So
very dangerous,
she thought to
herself as heat spooled at the base of her spine. When he brought the knife up
to her clit, a muscle twitched in her temple, but she didn’t flinch. He tapped
her bud, making pleasure rocket through her body. He slid a finger into her
cunt, and she wanted to writhe and scream, but he still had the knife against
her most tender flesh. He rubbed her from the inside,
then
pricked the tip of her clit with the knife. The sudden pain brought her right
to the edge of orgasm.

“Do
not climax,”
Jaxt
commanded.

She
clenched her teeth and focused.
Zoen
leaned in and
licked her, lapping at the drops of blood welling from the small cut. He
groaned and pushed in closer, sucking on her, driving her insane. The tips of
his tongue felt like wildfire.

“
Jaxt
, make him stop, I can’t hold on,” she begged, fingers
hurting as she twisted them together.

Zoen
heard her, but didn’t stop. Instead, he grabbed her thighs and opened her
wider.
Jaxt
helped him, lifting her up so that she
floated between them, helpless and destroyed.
Zoen
left off teasing her clit and began to lick at her anus, pushing his pointed
tongue into her until she couldn’t stand it. She writhed, her control snapping.
His knife slipped, nicking the mound of her ass. The pain brought her back to
herself.

“Jesus,”
she panted, as energy moved through her. She could almost feel them
inside
her mind.

Jaxt
swore and pulled her legs up even more.
“
Zoen
,
now.”

His
kin nodded and slid the flat of his palm from her pussy down to her ass,
lubricating her everywhere. She was so wet, she dripped with it, and if they
didn’t do something soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands.

If
they think a little leather strap can hold me, they’re delusional,
she thought raggedly.

Jaxt
shifted slightly, and then his cock prodded at her anus.
Zoen
put his knife back on her clit. “No moving, Sky.”

Her
eyes went wide. The sharp edge of the blade was right at her bud, and then
Jaxt
began to slowly work his way inside.
Zoen
had worked her loose enough that it didn’t quite hurt,
but it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. The head was the worst part, but
Zoen
flicked at her clit until she couldn’t help but open
up. When the crown popped in,
Zoen
tapped the flat of
his blade against her nub. Sparks flashed through her.

“Do
I get to bite you, too?” she asked
Zoen
, trying to
keep her orgasm at bay.

His
eyes snapped up to hers. “Yes.”

Jaxt’s
hands tightened on her legs. “She likes blood.”

Zoen’s
golden eyes flamed brighter and darker at the same time. Sky stared, rapt. He
looked like a god, about to ravish her.
Jaxt
was
finally fully inside. She wanted more.

“Fuck
me,” she told
Zoen
.

He
slid the blade up her pussy, past her navel, and set it against her throat.
“Are you sure?”

Jaxt
already had his fangs against her shoulder. She nodded.
“Yeah.
Do it.”

He
stabbed the blade down, piercing the dusty ground. It vibrated as he let go.
Sky didn’t give a shit. She wanted him in her, now, and tipped her hips up. He
moved in, holding his prick steady. When he began to push in, she sucked in a
sharp breath. They were both huge. Having them both inside her like that, at
the same time, seemed impossible.

“You’re
not going to fit,” she muttered, upset.

“I
will,” he said, giving a little thrust. Both she and
Jaxt
cried out, and then
Zoen
put his mouth to her neck.
“I want to bite you.”

She
nodded.
“Yeah, yes.
Come on.”

He
took a deep breath, and then he and
Jaxt
bit down
simultaneously. Energy exploded within her. She screamed, and
Zoen
fucked in all the way, moving all three of them with
his strength. Sky didn’t know how to handle the pleasure. She wrapped her legs
around
Zoen
and grabbed
Jaxt’s
hair between her fists, but it still wasn’t enough.
Zoen
fucked her harder and faster, and she felt her climax roaring through her like
a tsunami.

“Oh,
God,” she said brokenly. Then she bared her teeth and bit down on the meat of
Zoen’s
shoulder, hard. Blood welled up, and she swallowed
it. That was when all hell broke loose. The energy she thought she’d imagined
flared into reality. The smell of ozone stung her nostrils, and a white-hot
flash of light seared her eyes so badly she closed them as tightly as she
could. A second orgasm, more intense than the first roared through her. Dimly,
she sensed
Zoen
and
Jaxt’s
minds at the edges of her own, and then their pleasure overrode everything.

She
shattered into a million pieces with the taste of blood on her tongue.

Chapter
Seven

Sky
forced her eyes open. Her body ached—a lot, which was weird because she also
felt great.
Strangely energized.
Confused, she groaned
softly and rolled over, bumping into
Zoen
. He didn’t
stir. They’d fallen asleep in a pile next to the dying fire, on the hard floor
of the cave’s mouth.

Hell,
no wonder my back is all kinked up,
she mused wincing against the morning sunlight.
There’s nothing quite like
sleeping on the ground with no pallet to really screw up your spine.
She stood
and stretched, working out the kinks in her spine. Her foot bumped the blade
Zoen
had shoved into the ground, and she flushed,
remembering what she’d let them do to her last night. Tentatively, she reached
up and touched the twin bite marks on either side of her neck. They didn’t hurt
as much as she’d expected.