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Chapter Three

Kiril smiled. He had never been so turned on in his life! He knew from the moment he greeted Tamche that Mara could see them. Everything he’d done had been to see her reaction. So, little Miss Proper likes to watch? Interesting . He had this whole week’s end to get her wound up. Come the next work cycle, he intended for her to do a hell of a lot more than watch. Oh yes. He wanted her to be a very active participant indeed.

There was only one problem. From what he had observed over the past several months, the little minx seemed to have a thing not only for himself, but for Mikkarn as well. Under normal circumstances, he’d have no problem with both of them simply fucking her until they’d had her every way imaginable. He just seemed to want to keep this interesting woman for himself.

By the Universe! What was he doing? He was about to spend a week’s end with yet another woman he wasn’t remotely attracted to while just across the way was this gorgeous woman he’d been dreaming about since he’d first laid eyes on her two years ago.

For now though, he’d whet her appetite. She liked to watch? He’d give her something to look at.

* * *

When the video-phone chimed, it startled Mara so badly she blew a mouthful of milk out her nose. Somehow she knew who it was. It was just a question of which one. And if she would actually answer.

After twenty chimes, she realized the caller wasn’t going to give up. Slowly, carefully, she answered. Kiril’s grinning image stared at her from the display screen.

“H-Hello?”

“Did you like what you saw?” His voice was deep, gruff, and oozed sexual depravity. The sinfully beautiful muscles of his bare chest made Mara’s stomach clench and her pussy let loose a gush of moisture in welcome to the promise held within that voice and body.

“What do you want, Kiril?”

Kiril’s laugh and the accompanying smile sent shivers down her spine. Both served to let her know she had no hope to escape the sexual web of this particular predator.

“Only to know how you enjoyed watching me mouth-fuck a woman while you masturbated.”

The crudeness of his words should have insulted her. She had never let anyone talk to her like that before. In fact, she’d put many a man in his place for saying less to her, but she simply couldn’t say anything to this man by way of reprimand.

She swallowed. “I’m sorry about that. It was rude of me.”

Again, that sensual display of amusement. “Perhaps, if you… beg… nicely, I’ll forgive you. Just this once.”

“Now,” Mara said, annoyed, “why would it matter to me whether or not you forgave me?” Swine !

“Simple, sweetheart.” His voice was just a bit too smug for her liking. “I’ll have to forgive you before I make you scream as you come with my cock buried deep inside your creamy cunt.”

Mara flushed from her hair to her toes, her body suddenly awash with a fine sheen of sweat. Her voice caught in her throat and she trembled. Somehow she managed a weak, “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” he asked. “Then I’m sure I won’t see that gorgeous little body at your window again, will I?”

Mara sucked in a breath. He definitely wasn’t going to let this rest. Common sense finally made an appearance and she disconnected the call without another word.

But not fast enough to cut off that infuriating laugh of his. The one that said he would indeed hear her scream as he made her come, his cock buried deep inside her creamy cunt.

* * *

Once his screen went dark, still chuckling to himself, Kiril made his way through the house to the big “playroom” he and Mikkarn had created. Tamche’s shrill squeals rang through the halls and headed straight to his spine, traveling upwards, making his head feel like his brain was going to erupt out his ears.

When he entered the room, his friend was drilling the woman’s ass from behind. Both on their sides, her leg was draped over his and he kneaded her breast roughly. An erotic sight, one Kiril had seen many times before.

As soon as Kiril stripped off his shirt and started unfastening his pants, Mikkarn rolled over to his back, taking Tamche with him, still embedded in her ass. Tamche had her eyes tightly closed, keening at the top of her lungs. Kiril winced at the sound. She was destined to shatter his eardrums. He didn’t think she was even aware he had entered the room, much less that he was about to cram his long, heavy dick into her already stuffed body.

He met Mikkarn’s gaze as he climbed onto the bed. Mikkarn nodded and spread his legs slightly to make room for Kiril. Kiril positioned himself as he reached for his cock to masturbate so he’d be hard enough to enter Tamche’s body, only to realize he was already impossibly hard. Force of habit . It had been so long since jerking off hadn’t been necessary. He couldn’t remember when he had gotten hard without it. Mara . It obviously wasn’t Tamche he was hard for.

As he placed his cock at the opening of the obviously natural blonde spread out before him, Tamche’s eyes flew open. She looked a little apprehensive. He guessed she hadn’t taken into account their size. Kiril grinned at her.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Kiril asked.

“Yes. Do it,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

“Watch as he enters you,” Mikkarn said next to her ear.

Tamche moaned as she watched. “That’s so fucking hot!” she exclaimed as she pushed back against them.

“It is. Definitely.” Only Kiril was no longer looking at Tamche enveloping him. He was looking to his left out the picture window where the dimmer had been left off.

In the fading light outside, Mara’s motionless form was clearly visible as she looked out her own lighted window. Staring at them. There wasn’t much light in his playroom, only a soft lavender glow from the little sun/moonlight entering the window, but it must have been enough for Mara to see exactly what the three of them were doing.

Kiril grinned as he looked back to Tamche and Mikkarn. Tamche was off in the land of bliss, obviously getting the fuck of her life. But Mikkarn…

Mikkarn was looking out the same window, into the same window. At the same woman. Wearing the same grin. Well, shit .

* * *

She was watching. Just like he knew she would be. Mikkarn had watched Mara himself when Kiril had welcomed Tamche. He had seen her fondle her breast, watched her hand drop below her waist. He’d known the exact moment her orgasm overtook her. He’d known she hadn’t made a sound. It would be typical of her. She wasn’t the screaming type.

Correction. She could be the screaming type if she’d just lose that damned control. She wouldn’t be like Tamche, though. He’d seen Kiril wince when he first entered the room. He’d winced more than a couple of times himself. He’d never been one for bondage -- that was Kiril’s thing. But now would be a really good time for a gag.

Mikkarn kept his eyes on Mara as he thrust repeatedly into Tamche. The woman was definitely getting her pleasure, but he honestly didn’t give a damn. Right now, he only had eyes for Mara. Tamche was deliciously tight though. So tight he could feel Kiril’s movement every time he thrust. When he felt him pause, he couldn’t help but catch the other man’s gaze.

Kiril’s face was… hard. He had a look about him. Like he was saying “back the hell off!” When Kiril looked to the window then back at him, Mikkarn knew what was going on. Well, shit .

Mikkarn kept his rhythm steady. He didn’t particularly like Tamche, but he didn’t want to hurt her by having to explain why they had suddenly stopped. Judging by the sounds coming from the woman sandwiched between them, she couldn’t really have cared less what they were doing, as long as they kept doing her . Her shrieks were increasing incrementally and she was thrashing about so much Mikkarn wasn’t sure he could keep inside her.

Kiril grabbed her hips, holding her still enough to finish her orgasm. No way either of them was getting off this time. That sound alone prevented it. As Tamche’s screams and squeals reached a pinnacle, Mikkarn glanced out the window once more. Mara hadn’t moved. He wished he could read her expression, but he was too damned far away. When he glanced back, Kiril was staring out the window. This was going to be difficult.

Tamche finally collapsed and fell silent, breathing rather heavily. “That was amazing,” she panted. “Is this what I’m in for all weekend?”

“Perhaps,” Kiril said. “For now, I think you could use some rest.” Kiril disengaged himself from Tamche’s pussy.

“Mikkarn and I have some things to do, so you won’t be disturbed. Shower, get a bite to eat, take a nap. We’ll be back later.”

Mikkarn didn’t argue. He simply rolled Tamche over so he could slide out of her gripping ass and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Rest up.” He playfully swatted her on the rump and left with Kiril, wondering what his friend was up to.

* * *

Kiril stalked down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the back door, jerking various articles of clothing on as he went. He was seething. But not for the reasons he should be. Universe be damned! He wasn’t sure why he felt this intense need to share women with Mikkarn, and he damn sure didn’t want to share Mara. But something inside him made doing anything else almost impossible. These feelings would be the death of him! Unfortunately, his anger and confusion caused him to lash out, and the only one around for that was Mikkarn.

“Just what the hell were you thinking?”

A slow smile spread across Mikkarn’s face. “Apparently the same thing you were.”

“You know what I mean,” Kiril snapped. “What would you have said if Tamche had seen you staring at Mara?”

“Look,” Mikkarn said, crossing his arms. “I’m not in love with Tamche. I’m not sure I even like Tamche. I wouldn’t set out to intentionally hurt her, but facts are facts.” Mikkarn punctuated himself with a finger pointed at Kiril’s chest. “You said she approached you about this weekend. I have no problem giving her all the sex she can handle, but I won’t pretend I care about her when I don’t.” Mikkarn sighed and ran his hand through his golden hair, mussing it slightly. “I’m not saying it’s not fun, but damn it, Kiril, I’m tired of this. Tired of meaningless sex to ease my frustration. Are you even remotely interested in any of the women we’ve been with lately?”

“No,” Kiril said without hesitation. “I’ve found the woman I want and she’s right over there watching us.”

“Then we have a problem, my friend. Because she’s the one I want, too.”

Both men stared at each other. “She’s the one,” Kiril hissed. “I felt her hurt along with her fascination. You will stay away from her.”

Mikkarn took a staggering step backward, a look of utter confusion on his handsome face. Kiril was about to turn away when Mikkarn narrowed his eyes and said, “And if I don’t?”

Kiril spoke through clenched teeth. “Then I will show you why I am one of the most feared warriors on Gothe’mar.”

Mikkarn grunted. “May the best man win, Kiril.” He stuck out his hand.

Kiril snorted as he took it. “Yeah. As long as it’s me.”

* * *

Mara sobbed brokenly. Her lovers were with another. They had betrayed her and she hurt more deeply than she ever thought possible. She could feel the pleasure they took in Tamche’s body, and the pain in her chest increased.

She floated over the trio, their images blurred through tears that ran unchecked down her face. She knew she was dreaming, but couldn’t seem to break free, even when it was the only way to end this terrible pain.

The incredible sensations flowing through them assailed her. Their pleasure was hers, and she hated them for it.

“Mara…” Mikkarn’s voice was a whisper in her mind.

She wrapped her arms around her body, trembling with the desire coursing through the two men, desire that was also her own.

“Come to us.” Kiril’s voice this time. “We will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” He looked up, straight into her eyes, her soul, as he thrust deep into the body of Tamche.

Uncontrollable lust swamped her, combined with unbelievable anger. Anger at Tamche, anger at Mikkarn and Kiril, and anger at herself.

Tamche had no right to be with either man. The woman didn’t care about them other than as her latest conquest. That fact was something she flaunted daily. Mikkarn and Kiril didn’t care about Tamche other than as a means to release their own sexual frustration. She could feel the truth of that in her dream. Even knowing all that, even knowing they willingly took pleasure in the other woman’s body even as they wanted to take Mara into their bed, she still would have given everything she had to be in Tamche’s place at that moment.

She wasn’t sure she could ever forgive herself for that. She should have had more self-respect. She deserved much better.

With anguish in her heart, Mara closed her eyes and screamed…

* * *

Mara woke, her body covered in sweat, her heartbeat pounded, and her chest constricted painfully because of the images she had witnessed, and because she just knew Mikkarn and Kiril were with Tamche at that very moment.

And they were most likely fucking the bitch into oblivion.

Desperation built within her. She was losing herself, and she had to regain control. Her whole life was about control. If she wasn’t in control of her own body, how could she possibly hope to control the knowledge of life and death she had worked so hard to learn?

“What’s the time?” Her voice shook.

A monotone, but slightly female, voice responded. “Twenty-three hundred hours, Earth Standard Time.” Gothe’maran time being roughly the same, that meant the sex bars should be in full swing.

Gothe’marans mated for life, but until then they took their pleasures often. Sex bars here were as prevalent as sports bars on Earth.

Mara saw her problem as sexual frustration, and that was a problem she intended to solve.

Tonight.

* * *

Mara didn’t have much in the way of sexy clothing, but she figured she could manage. Deciding to go simple, with her favorite pair of jeans and a white silk blouse, she put on a touch of makeup before heading to her personal shuttle. As she lifted out of the driveway, Kiril stood at the huge window in the same room where he and Mikkarn had fucked Tamche. He stared at her, a little, knowing smile on his face.

Ain’t life a bitch .

Resolving not to think of either of them, she reached for her determined mindset and headed straight for the most depraved club she knew. Her first step inside was into almost total darkness, which served to heighten her other senses. The smell of smoke, slightly stale sweat, and strong Gothe’maran liquor assaulted her, and she wrinkled her nose. The only well-lit section of the whole bar was the stage in the center of the room. The sight going on there was one that brought back disturbing and, strangely enough, painful memories.

Two very large Gothe’maran males -- okay, so all Gothe’maran males seemed to be abnormally large to her -- were being sucked off by a dark-headed, dark-skinned woman on her knees in front of them. One man had his hand fisted in her hair, while the other one bent over to fondle a plump breast.

Mara looked away. She couldn’t see a damn thing! The lighting was practically nonexistent and with her eyes wandering back to the stage every couple of seconds, she was sure they’d never adjust enough to find a table or even make her way to the bar.

She definitely shouldn’t have come here. Especially not alone. She stood out like a sore thumb, which would have been good if she had really wanted to be noticed. As she started to make her way farther into the bar, she ran into a leather-wearing, whip-wielding, body-pierced thug she wasn’t sure was actually going to take “no” for an answer.

Finally convincing her would-be Romeo she wasn’t interested, she glanced back toward the stage and watched, transfixed, as the woman, her almost black skin lustrous from the sweat of her exertion under the heavy lighting, raised one leg to hook around the hip of one of the men. Once he had guided himself inside, he grabbed her ass and lifted, allowing her to wrap the other leg around him.

Feeling her own pussy clench in response, Mara sucked in a breath as she turned her attention to the bar and ordered a drink. A strong one. Downing it in one gulp, she let her eyes snap back to the stage.

The second man had maneuvered behind the woman. He greased himself liberally with a gleaming lubricant and slid easily into her ass. After a little adjustment, the trio began to move in harmony, the cries of the female almost as loud as the moans of the two men.

Is that what Mikkarn and Kiril are doing with Tamche right now ?

The thought annoyed her more than anything else, and she decided she’d get no peace here. Mindless sex with a complete stranger was not what she needed. She didn’t want to think about what she did need.

Mara knew she’d made a mistake. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d expected, but this was way more than she bargained for. Her head was spinning. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge.

As she turned to leave, her eyes having adjusted to the dim interior, she noticed various acts of sex being played out before the eyes of anyone who cared to watch. Women were fucked by multiple men, and these scenes made what had gone on at her neighbors’ home seem domestic. Women were flogged by their Masters, men forced still other women to suck their cocks or the cocks of other men. One woman was flogged until she screamed, then fucked by another woman wearing an impossibly large dildo. All that, combined with the smells and sounds and the heat of so many bodies in one place, was nauseating.

She needed to leave. Now .

A woman lying spread-eagle on the bar with a man’s face glued between her legs snagged her attention. How in the hell could she have missed all this before?

She had almost made it to the door when an arm snaked around her middle and pulled her up against an impossibly strong chest. Oh, God. No ! She struggled wildly, afraid those around her would think it was all part of the show. The man grunted, tightening his grip.

“It’s okay, Mara. It’s me, Kiril.” His voice, right next to her ear, sent cold fire racing down her spine. Gooseflesh rose on her arms and hot, liquid need wet her pussy. God, he smelled good. His clean, slightly spicy, masculine smell surrounded her, overriding the sickening scents of the bar.

Mara stopped fighting and relaxed somewhat against him. She felt his breath on her neck and couldn’t suppress a sigh as she tilted her head to give him better access to her. She felt more than heard his chuckle as she savored this moment. Finally, she was in the arms of a god.