Chapter Four
Hope pretended to glareat Lokmi.She pretended his hands on her weren’t bringing warmth in secret places.It was true she got hot at the idea of people watching her fuck her clanmates.Visiting a Kalquorian pleasure club, where such activities were promoted in a safe environment, had long been on her list of naughty activities to indulge in once the opportunity presented itself.
However, the Beonids might return.The flirtatious male hadn’t put her on her guard too badly, but she’d caught the woman’s desultory expression when she’d regarded Hope.Silver Lady has also been too fascinated by her clanmates, particularly Piras.She’d stared at him in outright lust, her examination hungry.
Neither of the twins...Beonids were always twins and stayed together throughout their lives...had looked like the hands-off type.No one outside of her clan was touching Hope’s men.Especially her Piras.
Maybe it was a primitive need to stake her territory that kept her from pulling free of Lokmi as he sought to seduce her.Or maybe it was the relief they’d gotten through the cordon of Dark defenses to reach their hideout.Either way, Hope was interested in what her Imdiko was offering.It was the venue and potential observers making her reluctant.
“The owner probably has surveillance in here,” she said.
“No doubt he does.No worries.Other than pimping out our kind at their brothels, Dantovonians don’t typically find Kalquorians or Earthers interesting sexually,” Kila said.“You can go behind the shelves where you’ll be offered some privacy.I’d be glad to guard the door and shoo off anyone who opens it...if the favor is returned.”
Lokmi grinned.“No problem for me.Please, my Matara?I could really go for relieving some tension.Couldn’t you?”
“I’m not putting an inch of bare skin on those beds,” she insisted.
“Then we’ll improvise.”He glanced at the fourth member of their group who’d gone silent since the sex talk had begun.“Piras is always eager to serve.Aren’t you?”
The man who’d been the epitome of the commanding Dramok moments before stood with his head down.He proved he was attentive by immediately responding.“Yes, Imdiko.Anything wished of me.”
Hope wondered what the Beonid woman would have thought of the submissive tone replacing Piras’ usual demanding rasp.Perhaps she wouldn’t have found him so interesting once his switch had been thrown.
I certainly do.
Hope liked controlling and being controlled, often at once.So did Kila, but he had to be physically overcome to give up dominating the others.Dual-breed Lokmi didn’t fall in the middle at all.When it came to sex, he tended to toss his nurturing Imdiko half aside, opting for his commanding Dramok instincts.
Piras’ natural leader classification reflected him perfectly in all parts of his life, except when intimacy began.He was a sexually submissive Dramok, an almost unheard-of occurrence in Kalquorian society.The demanding admiral, nicknamed the “Terror of the Fleet,” was the natural bottom to everyone else in the bedroom.It had cost him dearly to admit his truth and find clanmates who supported who he was...a lot of heartache and hurt.
Knowing she had his trust and feeling how precious it was, Hope called, “Come here, Piras.”
He approached, his steps quick from eagerness.He knelt before her, his head still lowered.“My Matara.How may I serve you?”
“Apparently, Lokmi thinks you’ll somehow take the place of a bed while he and I are intimate.What are your thoughts on the matter?”
“If I can assist to satisfy my clanmates, I will.”Earnestness filled his voice.
Lokmi picked Hope up and slung her across his shoulder, ignoring her squeal.“Then let’s get your divine mistress behind the shelves, boy.”His booted toe nudged Piras’ ass.A show of such insistent power delighted them both.
Piras scrambled on all fours, following the Imdiko as he strode past the rows of shelving.As she was borne off, Hope noted the grinning Kila assume a position by the door.No doubt he was already looking forward to his turn.
It had been nearly six years of clanship, and Hope’s libido fired up at the knowledge three men would be enjoying her, each in his own fashion.The carnal anticipation never waned.
Lokmi reached the last rows of shelving, the two sets separated by the center aisle.He took Hope behind the shelves to his left and set her on her feet.“Stand there.”He didn’t acknowledge Piras, who crouched next to her.He turned and walked from them to the nearest bed, which sported a sagging metal frame and mussed sheets.Hope wrinkled her nose at the sight, but Lokmi showed no sign of dismay as he sat on it.
He eyed her with a proprietary air, his gaze intense as he looked her up and down.Tendrils of heat wove through her at his examination.Like Piras, who’d known to crawl in their wake when Lokmi carried her, Hope had no need to be told to stand quietly for inspection.
“Piras, take her blouse off.Slowly.”
