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Valdus pulled back, his lips leaving mine and threw his head back. With a happy sigh, I watched as he came, his seed spurting onto my skin and I shivered with ecstasy. I turned my eyes to see Zane pleasuring himself too, grunting as his seed shot forward in my direction. It landed on the tile floor and I was almost sad to see it wasted.
“Oh, my god,” I moaned, shaking with pleasure.
Full of my Vakarrans’ seed, I rolled my hips back and forth, reveling in the feeling of being full of two men’s cock at the same time.
“She can’t get enough of us,” Caleb said, amused and Tavik chuckled.
“Never,” I whispered, my voice husky and hoarse from their attentions.
The three of them held me for some time afterwards. Slowly, my boiling blood cooled and eventually the throbbing in my body calmed. When they pulled out from my body, I sighed at their absence. In quick fashion, Tavik and Caleb washed the evidence of our lovemaking from my skin with the water in the bath. Valdus worked a comb through the tangles in my freshly washed and conditioned hair. Gently, they lifted me from the water and wrapped me in a soft fluffy towel. Before I knew it, I was tucked into bed and I had fallen fast asleep. I didn’t wake until morning, satisfied and completely exhausted.
Chapter Eleven
Kaela
When I woke with the sunrise, the men were already moving. They’d packed and gathered supplies from the hotel room, taking anything that may prove useful, like soap and any excess food that Tavik had gathered. Reluctantly, I
got out of bed too.
With a yawn and a quick stretch, I looked down at my body, seeing that I was no longer bruised. My skin had a healthy pink glow too.
God. I was happy to be back with them.
With a happy sigh, I got dressed and joined them as quickly as I could. Soon after that, we were moving slowly down to the ground floor of the hotel. Every step was carefully calculated and calmly executed. My four men kept formation around me, venturing slowly down the hallway and then down the stairs, assessing for the possibility of an ambush from every angle. We met no one along the way and the sense of relief among all of us was more than obvious.
Eventually, we made it to the road and worked our way into the center of the city. The eerie abandoned metropolis left me feeling anxious, as if the ghosts of the past inhabitants were watching me at every turn. Flying cars lay strewn all over the pavement, some imbedded in nearby buildings, others on the sidewalk or in the entryway of a number of storefronts. I noticed one had flown directly into the center of an electronic billboard, high above us. It was shattered, cracks radiating around the vehicle and I gave it a wide berth, uneasy that it may fall if the winds shifted just right. Some buildings remained intact, crawling high up into the sky while others were destroyed, hit by bombs or hurricanes driven in by the winds from the Gulf.
In its destruction though, there was beauty.
Despite all of its infrastructure, it seemed that nature had reclaimed the city. Grass, weeds, and vines grew on almost every surface, a brilliant thriving green under the light of the sun. Small trees had broken up through the cracked and broken asphalt, their branches thin, bare, and willowy in the cool winter weather. Wildflowers of every color grew along the streets, on the sidewalks and alleyways and even between tall, sky-high buildings. With a cloudless sky overhead, it was a sort of wild magnificence untouched by devastation, be it human or otherwise. Earth was repossessing what was once a sprawling urban center more quickly than I could have imagined and it was a stunning sight to see.
“This way,” Tavik whispered to me quietly, rushing us along.
My men hurried down street after street, until we reached what looked like the old City Hall. Quickly, we hurried up the stairs, rushing through the broken wooden doors hanging off their hinges. Once inside the building, we ran through a nearby door and into the stairwell. The stairs looked rather industrial, but new, as if they’d recently been installed. It was a little dark though and my eyes took some time to adjust.
Tavik pointed down the stairs and we all followed in silence.
Once we descended several levels, we approached what looked like an elevator. Tavik led us inside and then, the doors closed us in. He entered a code into a keypad on the wall and the elevator powered on, vibrating quietly to life. It began to move. I looked around nervously as the machinery descended deep into the Earth.
“What is this?” I asked.
“This is the main underground center of the Resistance,” Tavik explained. “They’ve been building here for some time, using Vakarran technology as well as other alien knowledge to build a safe place for those joining the fight.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise.
“My sisters helped build this?”
“Yes. Alaina began the process with the help of the Second Battalion. Through the use of dark cyber and other network connections, they began gathering humans, Vakarrans, and other alien species that have been wronged by the Vakarran army and Commander Nix. Those that would join the fight.”
The elevator stopped and then, the door opened. Quietly, we exited, entering a long hallway. It was dark and there were small red lights that lit the way, spaced even throughout the ceiling. Eventually, we reached a single thick steel door all the way at the end. Once again, Tavik typed in a code on the keypad. He then placed his palm over top of an adjacent screen and then I watched as a dim red light scanned his entire hand.
I heard a deep rumble in the walls, a low vibration echoing around us and then, the door began to slide open. I realized it was galvanized steel, several feet thick.
“Reinforced with the same steel used to build Vakarran ships. Impermeable to bombs of any kind and strong against any kind of gunfire, laser, or even anti-matter attack. Once this door is closed, no one is getting in unless we want them to,” Zane explained further.
Or out, I thought nervously. Feeling uneasy, I followed despite my misgivings.
Now or never, I was going to find out the truth.
