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“Gods, oh yes,” she screamed as a ferocious climax swept over her. Valeron responded by fucking her even more furiously, if it was possible. His balls slapped hard across her clit with each pump.

  “Yes, by severn, yes,” Valeron groaned, his fingers biting into her flesh.

  Neichon made a sound deep in his throat, though it was muffled by the thud of Valeron’s forceful thrusts slapping against her body.

  “I cannot bear it, Valeron,” he bit out. “I need more of her sweet cunt.”

  “Oh please, yes,” she cried out, the fierce intensity of her desire, of theirs, shattering through her. Arousing her more than she could have ever believed.

  After giving her a few more hard thrusts, Valeron slid his cock out of her aching body. “Lean her back.”

  Neichon pushed her so that her back rested against Valeron’s chest once again. Grasping his cock, he plunged it deep inside. Then again and again, with a fierce intensity that acknowledged this might be the last time he ever fucked.

  “Yes female, you are just perfect,” he whispered, pulling her hair so her head fell back as he kissed her deeply.

  Oh gods. She moaned at the amazing sensation of having his cock deep, deep inside her. She’d never gone this far with two men before, and honestly she was surprised how hot it made her to be greedily passed back and forth between them while they took turns fucking her. Like they were dogs fighting over a bone. Or, more specifically, which of their large bones they would get to ram into her tender pussy.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her throat sore from her screams, her mind almost insensible from the pleasure of Neichon’s deep thrusts.

  “Lords, Neichon. Give me some more of her pussy,” Valeron finally breathed.

  Inara gasped when Neichon slid out, only to find her upper body tipped forward once again. A split-second later, Valeron’s huge rod plunged in to the hilt.

  “Yes,” he cried out. “That feels so good.”

  She had to agree. The pleasure of her tight core being stretched was so intense it was painful.

  “Fuck her good. Harder, deeper,” Neichon said, his voice hoarse. “Take more of him, Inara.” Then, after several long minutes, “By severn, I need that sweet cunt again.”

  Valeron grunted, removing his staff and flipping Inara’s position again. Her soaked pussy gaped open, as if greedily begging for another cock to be shoved in.

  Sweet heavens. “I cannot take any more,” she gasped.

  Neichon let out a harsh chuckle. “But you will.” His rod found her entrance and he thrust in. She bit back another scream and let her head fall back onto Valeron’s chest. The juices from her body dripped down her thighs, easing the way as Neichon continued to fuck her.

  This was heaven. It was torture.

  “Yes,” Neichon groaned, driving in and out with his eyes closed and head thrown back.

  “Damnation, I cannot wait anymore,” Valeron exclaimed. “Hold her legs, Neichon.”

  Neichon accepted the full weight of her body, his cock still deep inside her. The large tip of Valeron’s cock rubbed against the slick moisture dripping down from her body, then slid to the rim of her backside.

  “Oh gods,” she cried out. How would she survive this?

  Biting her lip, she forced herself to relax as the tip of his rod pushed inside. He breached the barrier, then pressed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the alien sensation. She squirmed, her body surprisingly eager for more. The feel of having two large cocks inside her, separated by only a thin layer of membrane, was astoundingly delicious.

  Neichon and Valeron began to piston in and out of her in a sweet, piercing rhythm. It felt so amazing, so unbearably amazing. I could do this forever. Until it kills me. “Please, fuck me harder!”

  The men obeyed, and she screamed as yet another orgasm tore through her. So intense that a wave of dizziness crashed over her. They continued to ram into her, uttering feral groans of excitement and harsh words of enticement to each other. “Fuck her, brother. She needs more.”

  “Yes. Ream her tight ass.”

  Her body loose from her release, her mind overloaded with pleasure, she felt herself begin to slip away. Only dimly was she aware of both men finally stiffening against her. The last thing she noticed before she lost consciousness was the delicious sensation of their releases shooting up into her.

  * * * * *

  Neichon supported Inara’s limp weight while his pod mate withdrew his staff from inside her. He felt a strong surge of pride and admiration as he gazed down upon her peaceful face. Lords, she was stunning.

  His cock jerked in answering awareness. She had done well, taking them both. He only hoped she wouldn’t fear them now, having been required to so brutally endure their attentions. Clearly her system had gone into overload.

  If they’d had more time, they would have been able to ease her into their lovemaking. Make sure she was completely prepared before they fucked her so roughly and thoroughly. But there was nothing to be done for it. They hadn’t had the luxury of time.

  Besides, it was best that she accustom herself to their fierce needs, to what they would require from her, if she was to be their mate.

  She will be our mate.

  Being inside her body confirmed that she was the one for them. Already tendrils of awakening strength etched themselves inside Neichon’s body, hardening his muscles and raising a bloodlust that would serve them well in this battle. He lifted her body and a rush of liquid dripped down her thighs, making him groan as he fought to control his lust. If he had his way, once they made it out of here, she would ever be like this. Filled to the brim and dripping with his come, and that of his brothers.

  After setting his loincloth back into place, Valeron stroked their mate’s face. “Think you she’ll be okay?”

  “She’ll be fine.” Provided the Malucons don’t tear her apart.

  They stood a chance of fighting the six men off, now that they had been well-mated and had gained their strength. But there was still the distinct possibility of them losing, and his heart broke to imagine the consequences of their failure.

  “Perhaps even if we fought them and didn’t succeed, they would leave this place without searching further for her,” Valeron murmured, his gaze still on their mate. “You know, if…”

  “If she wasn’t with us.”

  Valeron gave him a grim nod.

  Neichon considered Valeron’s suggestion. It was a good one. Really, the only one they had at this time. “If we tell her we’re going to leave her behind while we engage the Malucons, she will fight us on it.”

  “Yes,” Valeron agreed, his jaw tensing.

  Which meant…

  “We need to leave before she awakens.”

  Chapter Eight

  Consciousness returned slowly, leaving Inara foggy and confused. She stretched her muscles and an answering twinge resulted between her thighs. A blush heated her face as she recalled the reason she’d lost consciousness to begin with.

  Oh, the delicious things Neichon and Valeron had done to her body. Thank the gods Chiveans healed quickly. She feared she’d be unable to walk otherwise.

  Inara opened her eyes, only to see darkness. She blinked, waiting until her eyes had adjusted, then looked around. She was in the same cave, but Neichon and Valeron were nowhere to be seen.

  What in the name of Chivea?

  She stood and looked around, then stumbled over to the corridor. Empty. It appeared they’d left her here.

  At least they remembered to put my breeches back on before they abandoned me, she thought wryly. Though the liquids trickling out of her body had dampened them.

  An aftershock of sensation racked her body, forcing her to press her thighs together.

  Gods, that was amazing. Easily the most intense sexual experience of her life. Quite obvious, from the way she’d become senseless toward the end.

  Hell, she couldn’t wait to repeat it.

  Inara glanced behind her. The dim glint of silver on the floor prop
elled her toward it. Her dagger. She lifted it, still in its holster, and reattached the holster to her thigh.

  Her heart pounded in fear and foreboding. Something was wrong here. Why would both men simply be gone? Her mind refused to analyze why they would have left her. Only one thing to do right now.

  Find them.

  She strode around the cave until her legs no longer felt like jelly. Then, cracking her neck, she wound her way through the corridor. Holding her breath, she entered the front cave. Her hope that they’d be there was dashed when she looked around and saw nothing.

  Where the hell were they?

  On the heels of that thought came the niggling worry—what if they decided I’m not worth the trouble? That I’m not their mate?

  No. She refused to think that way. Even if mating with her had convinced Neichon and Valeron she wasn’t their mate, they still wouldn’t abandon her to the Malucons. She might not have known them long, but she had no doubt as to their strength of character. They were good men with fierce, loyal hearts.

  Heart pounding, she inched her way to the mouth of the cave and peeked out. From this vantage point she could see the wreckage of her jet, but there were no signs of life, whether Spygian or Malucon.

  But then, where was everyone?

  Summoning her strength, Inara dropped to her knees and crawled out of the cave. She sped over to the trees on the edge of the forest, intending to climb one so she could have a better vantage point to search for Neichon and Valeron. That was when she heard the muffled sounds coming from the woods directly to the north. Listening intently, she realized what it was.

  The sounds of battle.

  She let out a loud gasp.

  Those snakes. They sneaked off to fight the Malucons without me!

  A sudden burst of fear permeated her body, rooting her to her spot. Those were Malucons out there. Malucons. The creatures who’d decimated her people, who’d hunted her ever since. Instinct told her to run from them as fast as her feet could carry her.

  But she couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

  The Spygians were fighting them. Her Spygians. And it was her they were fighting over. Much as she might long to run, she wasn’t about to. By the gods, she was going to be there to help Neichon and Valeron.

  If she was lucky, she’d get to slip her dagger into a Malucon or two before the battle was over.

  Inara took several deep breaths, letting a shock of adrenaline fuel her senses. She wouldn’t contemplate what would happen if the battle ended in their defeat. One thing was sure, she wouldn’t survive it. So she might as well be there, contributing to her defense.

  Heart racing, she reached for her dagger and palmed it. This was craziness. Pure and utter craziness. But she was doing it.

  She headed toward the sound, moving as swiftly as she could without attracting attention to herself. It took only a few short moments for her to reach the scene of the struggle.

  Neichon and Valeron stood in a clearing, their backs to her. Both men had found thick, heavy branches and were now using them as weapons to fight the six Malucons. Though her Spygians were well over six feet tall, the Malucons towered over them, their broad, gray bodies flexing as they fought off the sticks. The Malucons had clearly been caught off guard. They didn’t carry any weapons, probably hadn’t thought they needed any since they were chasing a defenseless Chivean girl. Their heavy, prominent brows furrowed above their large, flat noses, as if they were confused about why they were being attacked.

  One of them let out a grunt when Neichon’s stick hit the side of his head. The rough bark stuck in his ratty black hair, ripping off hunks of it when Neichon whipped the stick back. He let out a low howl.

  Take that, you sick bastard.

  Yet even if her Spygians landed a hit or two, it was still three against one, and the Malucons had size and sheer brutality on their side. Her heart ached at the odds.

  But once I join in, it’s only two against one.

  She wouldn’t think about the fact that she was far weaker than the Malucons. If she got lucky, maybe speed would be on her side.

  One of the Malucons battling Neichon rushed forward, gripping his free arm and yanking it. Neichon let out a strangled yell. Acting on impulse, Inara lifted her dagger and let out a banshee scream, then rushed toward them. Everyone stopped fighting, looking over at her in surprise. She used that to her advantage, zipping between Neichon and the Malucon who still held his arm and ramming her dagger into the Malucon’s chest. His rawhide-like skin offered resistance, but her dagger was sharp. It shoved into his chest and the spray of dark blood told her the weapon had found its mark—his heart.

  The Malucon opened his mouth, shock transforming his features. A trickle of blood oozed from his lips and he fell backward, losing his hold on Neichon. Her hand still on the dagger, Inara fell down with him. She was only dimly aware of the Malucons yelling in their language, of Neichon jumping in to fight the remaining two when they started toward her.

  Not wasting any more time on the dying Malucon, she pried her dagger loose, then turned to survey the battle. Neichon was holding his own against the other two Malucons, despite the fact that one arm seemed to be broken. Valeron looked beaten and battered, but he’d managed to knock down one of the three men he fought. However, the other two were driving him back toward a tree.

  Hoisting her dagger, she rushed toward the man Valeron had knocked down. His eyes rolled in his head, but he was trying to get back to his feet. Acting quickly, she squatted and yanked on his hair, forcing his head back, and slit his throat. He gurgled and collapsed onto his side, the stench of his blood, combined with his normal horrible smell wafting toward her.

  Inara forced back a burst of nausea. She’d never taken anyone’s life before, and now she’d taken two, but she wouldn’t think about that right now. These men hadn’t given a thought to killing her entire race. To chasing a defenseless female down and killing her, for no reason other than what she was. She would show them as much mercy as they’d shown her.

  “Inara,” Neichon yelled.

  A thump sounded from behind her and she whirled to see that Neichon had knocked one of the remaining two Malucons on the head with the stick. Stunned, he fell straight on his back. Taking Neichon’s cue, she raced to the man and straddled his body, slitting his throat before he could recover.

  Three down.

  Holy shit, they’d taken three Malucons down!

  Her heart raced with hope, with excitement. She turned to see Valeron throw his stick at one of the Malucons attacking him. Using his strength and speed, he rushed the second and snapped his neck.

  “Yes,” she screamed. Yes!

  She let out a maniacal laugh. Her grip tight on her now-slippery dagger, she started to scramble to her feet, when something grabbed onto her hair and yanked hard.

  “No,” Neichon yelled from somewhere behind her.

  The noxious stench of unwashed Malucon flesh and horrible breath floated to her.

  Oh shit. Heavens help her.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Valeron struggling with the remaining Malucon. Saw them both fall to the ground, where Valeron wrestled into the top position and brought his elbow down on the Malucon’s larynx, crushing it. He leapt up and started toward her, but the Malucon who had a grip on her hair yanked her head back hard, wrapping his arms under her breasts. He let out a guttural phrase, and Valeron stopped short.

  The Malucon edged backward, his grip tight on Inara, and she saw Neichon sidestep into her view. One of his arms hung at his side and he was limping, but his only concern appeared to be for her.

  “Let her go,” Neichon said in his native tongue. A moment later he spoke again, this time in Malucon. Though she’d never learned to speak that tongue, she gathered he’d simply repeated his request, because the Malucon let out a harsh, grating laugh and shook his head. His arm crushed into her rib cage and she gasped for air. Her hands started to automatically rise in an attempt to pry him off…when she recalled the da
gger still in her grasp.

  Oh shit.

  The Malucon hadn’t bothered to check whether she still had her weapon.

  Neichon must have read her changing expression, because his gaze flicked down to her hand, then back to her face. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod.

  The Malucon grated out something else, his tone foreboding. He inched further back, dragging her off her feet.

  Her heart hammering in her chest, she rammed her dagger into the Malucon’s thigh. He yelled against her ear, his grip loosening. Throat working, she pried herself loose and ran toward Neichon. Valeron flew past her, headed straight for the Malucon.

  Neichon steadied her. “Stay here.” He ran past her and she whirled to see him and Valeron engaging the cornered Malucon. The injured man swung for Valeron but stumbled when he put his weight on the leg that still had her dagger embedded in it. Neichon jumped on his back and he went down to the ground. She caught a glimpse of the men struggling, but then Neichon climbed atop the Malucon and snapped his neck.

  Inara’s knees gave out and she slumped to the ground.

  They were dead. The Malucons were all dead. They’d done it!

  Neichon and Valeron rose, limping toward her. The men pulled her into their embrace, lending her comfort.

  “It’s okay, Inara. You’re okay,” Neichon murmured.

  “We did it,” Valeron said.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. They had.

  * * * * *

  The Spygian spaceship loomed ahead of them, its gold and silver surface shining. Inara thought it might be one of the most beautiful sights she’d ever seen.

  “We’re back,” Neichon breathed.

  And no small matter, that.

  Once they’d taken care of bandaging their injuries, the three of them went to work fixing her damaged spacejet. After a very long afternoon, they’d finally gotten it back up and running. It still needed substantial repair, but it was operable enough to get them back to the Spygian’s ship.

  They’d been careful to avoid the Malucon mother ship as they left Fresna behind, traveling to the other side of the planet where the Spygian ship hovered out of sight of the Malucon ship. Neichon had used her jet’s transmitter to radio his ship and inform the others what had happened.