Marked for Pleasure (12 page)

“The play session is a tres, three threesomes,” Leo told him. “We can control the play. That's what we Nyrals are good at doing, Conner.”

He sighed and nodded. Rhea turned him toward her. “I know you didn't want this mating, Conner, but now that we are—”

“I
love
you. Don't you understand?” he snapped at her. “Whatever reason we mated for in the beginning doesn't mean shit.” He glared at her, knowing it didn't make sense that he was declaring his tender feelings with so much anger. But he covered his fear with it. It was all he knew.

She blinked. “Conner—”

“I mated with you because I wanted to protect you then. I don't know what that means,” he admitted, “but I wanted—I
want
—this mating.”

Her smile was like a bright sun lighting up the shuttle. “That's such a sweet lie.”

“Goddamn it!” He wanted to shake her for not believing him.

“We don't have time for your relationship problems,” Leo cut in. He sounded like he was laughing. Conner shot him a sharp glare, but Leo seemed serious enough. “We have to have a plan, something adaptable, so that we can keep the minister interested and still stay alert.”

Conner had a wonderful, evil idea. “I have a plan.”

Rhea's gaze narrowed on his face. “Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this?”

Sweat gathered above Rhea's upper lip. She licked her lips nervously. Her mark was hidden by heavy makeup. She glanced at the two men by her side. They, too, had covered their marks. To the casual observer, they were two Primarians with an acquired female. And they were planning on training her.

They stood in a playroom much like the one on the
Star of Pleasure
where she'd chosen and been chosen by Conner. Another threesome waited on the opposite wall. She studied them carefully.

While she had chased Conner, she learned it was imperative to read the other players in the room, to know what they might do or what they might need. Minister Rylan had arrived with two women, one petite with long, straight black hair and slanted almond eyes. The other was an Amazon with large breasts and long legs. She was stunning, her stance somehow exuding sex and lust.

Rylan was handsome in a businessman kind of way. They were all naked, but Rylan still seemed like he was in a suit, even though he had sinewy arms and a nice ass. Conner noticed her perusal, and his eyes narrowed. His finger reached out unobtrusively and pressed on her mark, finding it unerringly. She sucked in a breath and tried to control the rush of need that shot along her nerves. Damn him.

Conner grinned and dropped his hand. The other threesome arrived. The man was naked but masked. Not exactly against the rules, it still made her tense. Definitely a killer. The two women with him were blonde and muscular. Though they were lithe and graceful, there was something catlike about them that made them appear as if they were stalking everyone in the room. One had brown eyes and the other blue. Interesting. The masked man was large, hairy, and older, with gray hairs on his chest and balls. Not very appealing.

A familiar sultry voice sounded in the room. “Welcome, members. The rules are simple. The male dominants control the play. Threesomes may join together, but briefly. Please do not attempt to usurp a submissive's place. Thank you.”

Though Rhea had never been involved in a threesome, she'd watched a few. This club followed stricter rules than she'd ever seen. The submissives were given a great deal of power in this form of play here.

Ander Rylan directed the two with him to the center of the room. The older man, who did not introduce himself or the two women with him, slid into the shadows and began to play his submissives. It was a gesture of isolation Rhea noted in established couples at times.

But Rylan seemed intent on her. She swallowed when the man's intense gaze studied her. A slight shift of Conner's body warned her to be cautious here. Attracting Rylan was part of the plan, but it carried an element of danger. The two women Rylan directed to the center of the floor knelt, their heads bowed. The minister ordered the tall blonde to kiss the other woman.

In all Rhea's travels chasing Conner in sex clubs and on pleasure ships, she'd rarely seen any female-on-female action. Conner hadn't viewed sex as a spectator sport, so he preferred to be wholly involved when he played. Rylan appeared to enjoy a show. The Amazon-looking blonde dominated the more petite woman. Rylan's cock sprang to life, and he smiled. “That's it, Tatanya. Kiss her. Mia, squeeze those beautiful tits for me.” Rylan's voice was husky.

Conner leaned down and brushed Rhea's ear with his lips. “Would you like to join them?”

Her gaze met his. Their plan was to keep Rylan out of danger. But this was an invitation to explore something that…fascinated her. But did he want her to? By the way his hot gaze burned, she'd guess it would turn him on.

He never took his gaze off her face as he raised his voice. “Do you want to suck her cunt, little bird?”

She licked her lips and shot a glance at Leo. His stare seemed to be transfixed on the two women kissing in the center of the room, but he glanced in the corner at the other threesome. Again, she watched the two women. It wasn't that she was attracted to women, but the idea of Conner staring at her while she gave a woman pleasure titillated her.

Rylan's gaze burned her too, spurred her on. She belonged to Conner, but part of her wanted to make another man want her, desire her, but not touch her. All for Conner's enjoyment. “For you, Master.”

His fist clenched and relaxed, but his voice was firm when he gave the order. “Then you may.”

She dropped to her knees and crept along the floor. The woman, Mia, was still on her knees, her hands buried in Tatanya's blonde hair, her body bowed backward. Dark hair, sparse and smooth, covered her mound and shadowed her pussy. Rhea zeroed in on the woman's hidden lips and slid a finger in first. Mia gasped and broke the kiss with Tatanya to stare at her. Tatanya pressed Mia flat on the floor. The petite woman's hair fanned out, and her knees rose. Rhea dipped between her legs, mesmerized by how small and delicate her bones were, how her pussy seemed to hide from view.

When Rhea knelt closer, she caught an exotic scent, musky yet light. Mia moaned as Tatanya sucked on her nipple. Rhea flicked out her tongue and slid it along Mia's slit, seeking the little pearl of her clitoris, orienting herself to Mia's body. The woman tasted sweet, tangy, something so unique, Rhea felt her pussy dampen. Though she couldn't see him, it seemed she could feel Conner staring at her as she tested Mia with strokes of her tongue. It spurred her to action, made her fucking hot. She lifted her hands and gripped Mia's ass in her hands and increased the pressure of her tongue. When she found Mia's clit, the woman moaned, and Rhea focused on the small nub. She rolled her tongue around it slowly, then faster. And faster.

Mia arched into her mouth; a trickle of cream slid from the woman's entrance. Rhea caught it with her tongue and thrust inside the woman's channel with hard, rhythmic stabs. Mia's muscles clamped around her and made Rhea's own pussy clench. Rhea's fingers slid between Mia's butt cheeks and sought the tight muscles guarding her anus. She rimmed the rosebud there and kept up her torment of the woman's pussy. Mia cried out. A river of sweet release flowed over Rhea's tongue, and the woman's leg muscles clenched around her head.

It was a heady experience, making this woman come. She inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent, the hot breath of her Dom behind her.

Suddenly, warm hands were on her hips, lifting them. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Conner, his dick erect, his expression forbidding and sexy, towering over her. “Make her come again, little bird,” he demanded, his voice harsh and strained. “Don't stop.” His gaze flicked to Rylan. The man was so turned on, precum leaked from his cock and he panted for breath.

But it was Conner's mark that caught her attention. It flared and glowed with hot need. The makeup didn't hide its throb from her.

She turned her attention back to Mia. Tatanya had claimed the woman's lips again in an erotic kiss. Mia writhed beneath her as Tatanya rolled Mia's nipples in her fingers. Mia's hands rose and palmed Tatanya's breasts in her small hands.

Rhea knelt down and stroked Mia's pussy with her tongue, aware Conner loomed behind her. She flicked Mia's clit fast and hard to send her back into oblivion quickly. Mia's hips arched toward Rhea's mouth. Rhea felt her shudders, the roll of her muscles, and knew she was close. Her own pussy ached and clenched in response.

Then Conner slid his cock inside her.

Oh God, she couldn't stand this overload. The smell of Mia's cum, the way the woman's body shuddered, the feel of Conner's dick filling her, all swamped her. He slammed inside her deep and hard. She responded by sucking Mia's clit into her mouth hard. Mia screamed, the sound muffled by Tatanya's mouth, which covered hers. The four of them writhed and squirmed.

Rhea moaned as her orgasm caught her up and swept her away. Mia's hips moved faster in time to Conner's thrusts inside Rhea. Tatanya's mouth traveled over Mia's body.

Rylan approached the four of them and grabbed Tatanya's ass. Then he fucked Tatanya as Conner fucked Rhea, and Mia became a bridge between them, her cries filling the room.

In the throes of her release, Rhea kept tormenting Mia's flesh. But it was the feel of Conner's cock buried deep inside her that gave her pleasure. She loved the way Mia responded to her mouth, but she only wanted to turn Conner on. And it worked.

Mia exploded in her mouth, and the steady stream of cum from her pussy filled Rhea with a disturbing sense of satisfaction. Conner's thrusts became frantic. Her pussy contracted around him.

Rhea lifted her mouth from Mia's pussy as her own orgasm spun her. She threw her head back and screamed. Her arm burned, hot and needy. She thrust back onto Conner's cock, and he gripped her hair and yanked her head back. His guttural growl sent her falling, spinning, floating into pleasure.

Tatanya's scream followed as Rylan brought her to orgasm. Rhea glanced up to watch the big woman find her release when something caught the corner of her eye. From across the room, the old man peeled from the shadows, his women behind him. He had a disintegrator aimed at Rylan.

She and Conner must have seen the old man at the same time. Unmasked, the man charged across the room toward the politician. Conner withdrew from Rhea and launched toward Rylan at the exact moment she sprang. Together, they plowed into Rylan, Rhea at the man's torso, Conner at his feet.

The weapon discharged, and Rhea cried out as it sliced across her shoulder. The smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. Pain slammed into her. She tumbled into the corner of the room, her head slammed into the wall, and darkness closed over her.

“Rhea!” Conner sprinted to the limp body of his mate. Still, white, and her skin burning at the shoulder, the sight of her sent him reeling.

And then it happened.

The rage simmered, boiled. He whipped around and growled. The old man's face had lost every vestige of color. One of the women with him clutched his arm. “You idiot. You hit her. They're Nyrals.”

Conner reveled in the fear that made the woman's voice tremble. The old man fired the disintegrator. Conner easily avoided the shot. He sprinted across the room and launched at the man, his whole being screaming, the mark on his hip searing hot.

The old man froze, and Conner plowed into him. One of the women jumped on Conner's back and tried to yank him off. He howled when she dug a knife into his arm. Bleeding, he hardly registered the pain as he pummeled the man's face. His opponent screamed as Conner wrapped his hands around the man's throat. He ignored the woman with the knife. She could have stabbed him again and again, but Conner wouldn't have given a shit. He wanted the man who killed his mate.

A hand captured his fist just as he was about to smash the old man's face into pulp. He showed his teeth, preparing to attack whoever stopped him.

But it was Leo, his voice shouting at him, trying to get through the roar in Conner's ears. “Conner, we need him alive.”

The woman who had stabbed him lay on the floor, her sightless eyes staring at the ceiling. The other woman was unconscious or dead on the floor. The old man whimpered, blood spurting from his mouth as he sobbed. Conner gasped for breath and tried to gain a handle on the killing rage within him.

Slowly, it subsided, filled in by a deep, wrenching, screaming pain of loss, of rage, of denial. His mate was dead. The woman he loved was gone. He lifted his head and shouted. There were no words to his agony. The gut-churning reality sliced through him, and he flung away from the old man, his fists pounding the wall.