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Going home with them and having access to Selt and the information on various high-profile people she was certain he possessed…once he was satisfied and relaxed…the idea had merit.
It would get her into the private areas of the space station, where she’d been banned after attempting to record evidence of Governor Nichols leaving Clan Rihep’s quarters when their relationship had still been a secret. Who knew what she might discover in the future if she managed to gain Selt’s trust?
She touched one of her sausages to her lips. Before suggestively sliding it into her mouth, she said, “I’m game if you are.”
* * * *
Blythe’s disappointment Clan Deram had brought her to a rented room instead of their quarters eased…a little…to discover the space was quite luxurious. The bed, made to accommodate a clan of men and a woman, all six-and-a-half-feet tall or more, appeared an acre wide. The covers were billowy clouds inviting serious romping and deep sleep afterward. A bar glittered from glassware and full bottles. The bathroom boasted the biggest tub she’d ever seen, as well as fluffy towels she hoped she’d have the opportunity to wrap herself in.
Nonetheless, she complained. “I don’t get why we can’t go to your place. How can anyone argue I’m up to no good if you’re there to keep an eye on me?”
“The ban you earned has to go through a lengthy appeals process. You were a naughty young lady.” Selt’s grin stretched wide.
Did he smile because he was happy to have thwarted her attempts to report on the governor’s activities? Or because he was being playful?
Hadlez opened a drawer and peered at its contents. His own smile was mischievous. “This is a nice selection of toys. I wonder how many we’ll be able to use before the night is over?”
Blythe’s heart thumped hard. She remembered the ‘toys’ available to brothel customers. She’d never figured out what some were for. She’d nixed the use of anything that wasn’t a cream, gel, or lotion on herself. She’d been fine as long as she was in charge, but putting herself at the mercy of the clients had been off the table.
Now she was in the company of a trio of men of a race known to demand control over their lovers. What had she been thinking, agreeing to sleep with them?
She’d started to walk to Hadlez, to discover what made him grin in such delight, when a calloused hand circled her wrist. Deram forced her to stop.
“Let’s set the ground rules, shall we?”
“Ground rules?” She looked up at the Dramok, abruptly aware of how much bigger he was than her. His grip was gentle, but it felt like an inescapable manacle nonetheless. A trembling erupted in her guts…not an unpleasant sensation, which surprised her.
“First rule being, we’re in charge. You’ll relax and enjoy the ride.”
“Um.” She was used to calling the shots to make sure she wasn’t hurt.
He didn’t give her the opportunity to protest. “We’ll start slow. Simple. As we go on, we’ll learn your boundaries. Maybe push them a little as trust builds.”
Trust? She barely knew them. How could she trust them?
“Do you know how to say ‘stop’ in Kalquorian?”
She’d been working on lessons over the past few years, hoping to overhear conversations her subjects wouldn’t realize she understood. She’d scored a few good quotes thanks to learning the language.
She played dumb. “I think…is it…sholt?”
“You’re exactly right.” His approval was like a warm hug, and she wondered why. “If we try an activity too frightening or overwhelming for you, say sholt.”
“What do you mean by frightening?” She started to step back and found he still held her wrist.
“I doubt you’ll find it so. You did work in a brothel. I simply want you to know we aren’t total barbarians, and we’ll recognize your limits.”
Selt stepped over to stand next to him. Blythe was pinned by their stares as much as Deram’s grip on her. A spicy-sweet scent filled the air. For some reason, it sent tendrils of lust through her.
It was too easy to draw close when Deram tugged her to them. Selt curled warm fingers at the nape of her neck, heightening the feeling she’d been captured. His thumb stroked her jawline, but it was the feeling of her nipples against her bra cups that captured her attention. They were erect, reacting to the men who intended to take her to bed. Warmth flowed from her sex, drenching the crotch of her panties.
A sense of movement from behind warned her Hadlez had left the drawer and its enticements to join them. She was trapped in the middle of the trio. Anxiety and undeniable excitement quickened her breath and heartbeat. She wasn’t sure whether to run or grab them.
In front of her, Deram’s and Selt’s lips curved in smiles. They grasped the skirt of her dress and lifted it from her legs. For a moment, nervousness took hold, and she started to twist from them.
No, she wanted this…she thought. She subsided and allowed them to strip her to bra and panties.
“So tiny, yet perfectly formed,” Deram sighed. “You must have had customers lined up along the street.”
