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The first vicious pulse was barely done when he lunged up and forward so he crouched over her. He guided himself to her rioting pussy and sank in.
The shocking fullness warned her, and her palms slammed on his chest. There was no escape as he pressed both cocks in her swollen pussy. He didn’t force himself in quickly, taking care, but his intrusion was steady, forcing her to stretch to accept him.
Brutal orgasm smothered the strain of taking him. His knees spread her wider, insisting she allow him in as deep as he was long. Her head tossed as the view of him swam in and out, continuing climax taking her from conscious awareness. His double thickness ground electric friction against her inner hotspot, and orgasm renewed itself.
She was barely aware of him slipping in and out, abrading her convulsing passage. The universe was heaving bliss, whether he took her quickly or slowly. He might have fucked her for seconds or an hour. Time stood still while he kept her suspended in torturous ecstasy.
At last, some semblance of sense returned to Blythe. Selt peered at her through the mists, his jaw tensing as his rhythm grew erratic. His cocks jolted in answer to her spasms, filling her with heat. He groaned. The wild cast of his features softened in telltale release.
A minute or so later, he rolled her on top of him. His clanmates joined them, snuggling close to the gasping lovers.
“Good morning,” Deram chuckled. “I take it we’ve given you an adequate start to your day?”
* * * *
Blythe feasted on a breakfast of swala eggs, roasted ronka strips, and toast. Despite her tiny five-foot-three stature, she’d always had a healthy appetite. Making love to a Kalquorian clan made her ravenous.
Selt was on his second plate, and he signaled for another to the waiter in the small restaurant they’d ducked into after showering in their rented room. Blythe eyed her companions and paused her feeding frenzy to note, “You must be spending a fortune for guest accommodations and eating out these days.”
Deram shrugged. “It’s no big deal, but we’ve applied to the stationmaster to allow you on the private living level again.”
“I’ve assured him I’ll keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t bring any news drones in to record anything you shouldn’t.” Selt grinned.
If they thought they’d embarrass her by bringing up the ban she’d earned after ambushing Earth II’s governor leaving her Kalquorian lovers’ quarters, they were wrong. Blythe was an investigative journalist through and through. Even the elation of gaining access to the station’s private levels and sleeping in Clan Deram’s actual quarters couldn’t dim the scent of a story.
“No big deal, huh? Hanging around Earth must be financially rewarding.” She arched a brow at them.
Deram chuckled. “We told you, we’re assisting the chief of Earth’s on-planet security in the transition from Kalquorian to Earther enforcement.”
“So your stay here is temporary. Chief Kuran announced the transition would be finished within the month.”
Regret at the idea stabbed Blythe, but she dismissed it. Her instincts told her Clan Deram wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Their story was a front for something else entirely.
“We have other duties here on the station.” Hadlez refilled her coffee from the carafe the waiter had left on the table. “You won’t get rid of us so easily.”
“So you won’t be on the planet at all?” Blythe challenged Selt directly. “Won’t be popping in from nowhere unannounced as you usually do?”
He answered with a grin and shoveled food in his mouth.
Damn him. Nobeks were notoriously adept at slipping up on others, and Selt had proven his ability to do so more than once. Blythe had run out of fingers and toes to count the number of times he’d surprised her by showing up out of thin air. His silent approach was uncanny.
“Quite the atmosphere of trust we’re building our association on,” she snapped. “I wonder whether it’s worth it.”
“After only a month, I’d say it’s going well. We are sticking out our necks for you in order to let you stay in our home,” Deram reminded her. “Given what you do for a living, you can’t expect a book of true confessions from us at this point.”
If you only knew.Blythe was reminded they had less reason to trust her than they were aware of. Looking at their warm expressions, remembering the intimacy they’d shared, her guts curdled.
She pushed her plate away as guilt battled with responsibility. She was no longer very hungry.
