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“—surrounded by a bunch of drunk Nobeks who forgot their manners. I pounded one, Kuran got the other five, but he caught a broken bottle in the gut in the process.”
“You took on five men?”
Kuran shrugged, as if it weren’t a big deal. “They were drunk. It wasn’t much of a contest.”
“Says the guy who bled a lake.” For once, Etnil’s merry expression took on a graver attitude. “It was scary seeing him hurt so bad. A hell of an introduction.”
“I’d say it ended all right.” Kuran smiled. “Although when your mouth starts running, I wonder if I should have let you get roughed up a little more.”
“You’re sexy when you talk revenge.” Etnil blew him a kiss, irascible again.
“I’ll show you sexy.” Kuran’s gaze was on Stacy. He swept downward, taking the uniform to his ankles and stepping out of it after shucking off his boots. He straightened, giving her an unimpeded view.
His thighs were massive, corded trunks. His cocks were no less remarkable. “Daaamn.” Stacy drew the word long as she drew lace from her breasts. “You definitely earned the bra.”
“It would seem our math skills have been thwarted,” Etnil observed, his hungry gaze raking over her. “You still have something on, and we’re out of men. Should I search the corridors?”
“The men I have may take my panties off. I’m guessing if Kuran can handle five men by himself, the three of you can handle me.”
Rihep eased closer to her. “My Nobek was right when he told us of you. You’re an incredible woman.”
They gathered around, and her heart stuttered in nervous excitement. They were huge, unabashedly masculine, dwarfing her. And there were three of them.
All curled fingertips on her waistband. Etnil’s arm supporting her back lifted her clear of the mattress, allowing them to pull her panties off.
“Beautiful,” Rihep groaned an instant before his lips found hers.
His kiss drew a moan from her, as did the hands investigating her flesh, rubbing over her shoulders, stomach, thighs, arms. They avoided her breasts and womanhood, but the touches were profound anyway. There was so much contact. She could barely breathe.
Rihep ended the kiss and gazed at her. “You’ve been with Kalquorians before?”
“Only one at a time.” She watched the hands roaming her body, handling her enthusiastically.
“Then I trust you know how most of us are when it comes to sex. What’s off the table?”
She licked her lips. Kalquorian men were demanding, whether the mood was gentle or intense.
Etnil watched her as his lips roamed her inner thigh, never going farther than halfway up from her knee. There was a hint of his usual madcap merriment in his expression, but he possessed serious assessment too. She wondered if he gauged her from a psychologist’s perspective…or an alpha lover who wondered how far he could take her.
“Don’t leave marks I can’t hide. I have enough issues with Bryant and the Earthtiques in the legislature. I don’t need them figuring out what I do during my free hours.”
A knowing smile lit Rihep’s lips. “That leaves a lot of wiggle room for us to experiment. If we subject you to bondage, dominance, and discipline…?”
A thrill ran down her spine. “I’m still exploring, since life on Earth meant repression. I’ll say sholt if you find my limits.”
“Fair enough. We’ll start slow. If there’s a next time, we’ll push for more.” He glanced at Etnil. “Do you concur, Doctor?”
“I most certainly do. The subject appears to have a healthy attitude and libido to match.” He bit her thigh gently, and she gasped at the jolt to her womanhood, which was already wet.
Rihep looked to Kuran, who stroked her ribcage, just under her breast. “You’ve been nursing an infatuation for her several weeks now. Take the lead, my Nobek.”
“Thank you.” Kuran’s gaze lit, though he glanced at Stacy to confirm it was all right by her.
He couldn’t tell? Well, she hadn’t been certain where he was concerned either. Maybe when someone was crazy about someone else, they weren’t as obvious as they believed.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, shifting so his fingers touched her breast.
For an answer, his large paw covered the entire mound and squeezed. Not hard to the point of pain, but his grip was firm enough to make her heart flutter.
