AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Drake chuckles, his blue eyes dancing. The loincloth is back in place, but I can see the tips of his double appendages dangling from below the hem. The tips are purple, hard, and shiny, and I lick my lips as a tingle shoots through my sweetest spot. I wouldn’t mind getting more of that, and Drake winks when he catches me staring.
“Like what you see?” he teases.
I snap back to the present.
“Oh you! Don’t embarrass me!”
He chuckles while stirring something on the small stove.
“I think we’re past the point of embarrassment, Straw. We’ve done some pretty dirty things out in the open already.”
I nod and giggle again.
“We have. But seriously, Drake. Are the sacrifices always public? Do you always claim women while your friends watch?”
Drake shrugs and then nods.
“Pretty much,” he acknowledges. “It’s our way of demonstrating possession. I know sex on the mainland is mostly a private affair, but here on Deux, it’s different,” he shrugs. “We want the world to know that this woman has been claimed, and what better way than to do in front of all to see?”
“Hmmm,” I muse. “So I belong to you now?”
Drake shoots me a long look, one black eyebrow arched.
“Do youwantto belong to me?”
I pause for a moment.
“I don’t know. Do I?”
He blows out a breath, looking irritated as he pours some liquid into a cup.
“You know, Strawberry, I have a hard time believing you’re a prisoner sometimes because your smart mouth is incomparable. It deserves to be cleaned out, in fact.”
I giggle.
“Oh really? And how are you going to do that? But yeah, I think I could belong to you. It’s something I could see myself getting used to.”
“I see,” he says in a droll tone. “So being on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere, and living among a race of double-dicked men doesn’t scare you?”
“Not in the least,” I say in a stout tone. “In fact, I look forward to it. But wait – are you going to share me with your friends?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous. “Because I’m not sure I can. It’s just too much. I think.”
Drake looks thoughtful.
“Sharing women is something that happens on Deux,” he acknowledges in a diplomatic tone. “But I won’t if you don’t want to be shared.”
I shoot him a look.
“Wait, there are other women on the island? And they’re shared? Meaning they service multiple men?”
He shrugs.
“There are a few women here right now. Okay, more than a few. We have some women who yes, for the most part, are passed around and used as sexy playthings by the men of Deux. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t because I enjoyed claiming you too much, Strawberry. I’d hate knowing that your holes are going to be filled and stretched by multiple dudes.”
I get up and cross the small room to throw my arms around his bronzed shoulders before tilting my face up for a kiss. It’s amazing how familiar we are with one another, even if we just met.
“Then don’t,” I whisper, looking into those devastating blue eyes. “Don’t share me. I don’t want to be passed around, and you don’t want it either. I belong to only you, Drake.”
He nods, his azure eyes darkening.
