Chapter 50
I AM CAUGHT, EVE
The formal dining hall glitters like a jewel box, walls refracting starlight into shifting prisms of silver and violet, and everything smells faintly of Arcus Flare that’s being generously poured into glasses carved from alien crystal all around me.
I sit between the Sovereigns. Jin Kol takes his place across from us, his cuffs gleaming as he accepts a toast. Around us, Imperials laugh, their grey faces painted with satisfaction. My mask is perfect. No one can see that I came to this table with wet thighs and guilt burning under my skin.
The food is delicate, plated to impress, but I can barely taste it. My eyes keep straying to the Sovereigns. Neither of them looks relaxed.
Then one of the Imperials—an admiral whose insignia gleams under the violet light—leans in and says, “So… the infamous Gael the Returner, caught at last.”
Jin Kol nods with the smug satisfaction of someone who thinks history itself has bent to his authority. “The IGC will handle his trial. The charges are treason, terrorism, and destabilization of the galactic order.”
My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. My mind screams, Have they traced him back to me? I force myself to lower the fork and set it neatly on my plate, as though nothing is wrong.
“They caught him because of a human signal,” Rae says to me from the other side of Lorian. “Maintenance-level access, the same encryption you use.”
My stomach cramps, and I look around to see if anyone is listening to us, but I can’t tell because all I see is the memory of that silver crest blinking on the console.
Lorian gets everyone’s attention by saying, “The galaxy does love a show trial. And Gael has a lot of enemies.”
Rafe only sips his wine, his control absolute. His hand brushes mine under the table. Just the briefest contact, but I know it’s deliberate. A warning? A reassurance? I don’t know which.
I smile politely at some joke I don’t hear.
I drink the wine and let the burn steady me, but in my mind, I’m already planning.
If they’ve caught Gael, I might be next.
And if I’m next, everything I’ve done—masking Briar’s pregnancy, slipping information to Terra Ka—everything will be exposed and then what?
I doubt I will be executed; that would be too kind in this world of high-tech medieval punishments.
The dinner ends in a haze of silver light and laughter. I keep my face emotionless until the last toast, until Jin Kol withdraws to his chambers, until the Sovereigns excuse themselves with the effortless grace of men who own the galaxy.
I breathe deeply only when I step into the corridor.
Gael the Returner has been caught.
The words echo inside me. Every step I take toward my quarters feels heavier.
The corridor is quiet—until it isn’t. The shadows move. Guards step out, armored in matte black, their visors glowing faintly crimson. The Umbral Cohort. Lorian’s private predators. I freeze as they close around me in perfect formation.
“Come with us, Madame Eve,” one orders.
I don’t resist. I’m caught. This is the end. This is why the Sovereigns just left dinner, not asking me to join them.
The guards lead me through the maze of luxury, into the upper levels where only Sovereigns live. When the doors of the suite hiss open, I’m led inside.
“Dismissed,” Rafe tells the Cohort. They vanish without a sound, the doors sealing behind them.
Now it’s only the three of us.
I don’t move.
What are they going to do to me?
“Take off your dress,” Lorian commands.
I obey, hands shaking as I strip off the purple dress I had Lira help me make as part of my want-to-be-their-wife-fantasy collection. It wasn’t nearly as revealing as the black one, but necessary for Jin Kol to take me seriously.
Now naked, my skin prickles under their silver eyes.
Rafe steps closer, cupping my chin in his large hand. “You heard Gael the Returner has been caught, and I saw your face.” His thumb presses against my lower lip until it aches. “You’re afraid.”
Lorian moves behind me, his fingers sliding through my hair before wrapping it tight, pulling my head back. His lips graze my ear. “The threat is over. He’s been caught. He won’t be able to abduct you from us.”
I don’t know why, but I want to confess my sins to them.
I want to tell them that I know what they wanted from me and that I’ve been feeding information to Terra Ka all this time, but not everything, and that I don’t regret it.
I want to tell them I hate being their parody to satisfy Jin Kol’s warped fantasies about humans.
I want to tell them that I still want them despite, everything terrible they’ve done.
That they are Devils, but I want them. But I say nothing, I just wait with anticipation to see what happens next.
What they are going to do to me?
I want them to punish me for the sins they don’t even know I’ve committed.
And then, unbidden, comes the memory of what I saw in the Starlight Array—Aefre holding Briar’s leash, Ember’s mouth wet with her desire. My thighs clench and my pussy throbs, and they notice.
Of course they do.
“On your knees, human,” Rafe commands as they both begin removing their clothing.
I sink to the floor, the cool surface biting my knees. Lorian pulls my hair harder, forcing my mouth open. “Do you want to sin with me, Eve?”
“Yes, Lorian. I want to sin with you. The Grand Championships make me feel… dirty, and I want to be punished for it.”
“As they do me,” he says, and then presses his erect penis against my parted lips, hard and heavy, while Rafe crouches before me, slipping his fingers between my thighs.
“You were masturbating before dinner, weren’t you?” Rafe says, finding my swollen clit, pressing it until I gasp. “I know you couldn’t have been with anyone else.” He leaves off saying because I always know where you are.
Lorian removes his cock from my mouth with a pop and leans down and kisses me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth, cutting off any reply I might have had.
Then, he replaces his tongue with his cock.
His grip is merciless, dragging me down his length, making me gag around him, and I love it.
I love the feeling of these two powerful men using my body.
“That’s it, my sinner. We both have a penance to pay for what we’ve seen today. What we’re responsible for. It’s a filthy business.”
Rafe spreads me wide with precise fingers, sliding two deep inside me.
I moan with pleasure around Lorian’s cock, the sound obscene. The pain of overstimulation mixes with a brutal pleasure I can’t deny. And after the day I’ve had, all I want to do is focus on this physical pleasure and turn my mind off to what I saw, heard, and what I have done.
“I love watching your sweet mouth surround him in that illegal act,” Rafe says, thrusting his fingers harder. “That’s it, Eve. Take him in.”
“Such a good human, my little sinner,” Lorian growls, fucking my mouth until my throat burns.
Tears blur my eyes. I’m choking on Lorian, being finger-fucked by Rafe, and my body spasms with pleasure, clenching around his hand as his thumb gently circles my clit.
“That’s it,” Rafe says, withdrawing suddenly. He stands, his massive ridged grey cock already hard. “On the bed. Now.”
Lorian drags me up by my hair, tossing me onto the expanse of black sheets. He follows, pinning my wrists above my head. His weight presses me down, his cock poised at my entrance.
Rafe kneels beside me, cock in hand, tapping it against my lips. “I want your mouth on me now. Take us both. You know how.”
I do. My mouth opens for him. His taste fills me as Lorian slams into my pussy, stretching me wide as he's bigger than Rafe. At first there’s pain, but it soon turns to fastidious pleasure. I remember Briar’s moans of pleasure and how much I hated watching—and how much I loved it.
Now it’s me. My body. My shame. My surrender.
I almost want to live out the other scene in its entirety.
I want to be collared, leashed, and fucked by them.
But I don’t dare tell them that because I fear two things: first that they might never uncollar me, and second, which is just as frightening as the first, that they would think I was really sick and send me away because I was unfit for my position as their liaison.
So pinned, stuffed, and choking, I lose myself in what they’re offering me now without any of my own ideas. Every thrust from Lorian jolts through me. Every drag of Rafe’s cock down my throat fills me. I’m split between them and I’m theirs completely.
And I love it.
When I come, it’s violent. I see stars and shake as a sobbing orgasm tears through me like I’ve never felt before.
“Goddesses, she’s threatening to suffocate my cock,” Lorian growls, pulling on my hips and fucking me harder. “Good my beautiful sinner, your body is suffocating, Eve. Oh, I’m going to come soon, you’re so tight.”
“Our good obedient human, who loves the dirty things we want to do to her,” Rafe agrees, pulling my hair so I look up at him even with my mouth full of his cock.
I am their good human. I hate it but love it at the same time.
Lorian pounds into my pussy harder, deeper, each thrust a bruising reminder that he isn’t here to be gentle. His grip on my hips is unyielding, stretching me open, pinning me down so I can’t move even an inch as his hips crash into mine with relentless force.
Rafe’s cock fills my mouth, the taste of him is sharp and bitter, his hand is guiding my head onto his enormous ridged length. Every time I gag, he tightens his grip in my hair, holding me there until my throat convulses around him. My eyes water, and saliva spills down my chin.
I’m completely undone.
I would have never guessed that I wanted any man to use me like this, let alone two large alien men, but here we are, and I have never felt so seen before.
And now, I know ,that if I don’t escape with Gael, Rafe and Lorian will become my addiction, if they haven’t already. But the last thing I want to do is leave.
It’s an impossible situation. And one that I don’t think I can hold. Something will give, sooner or later. But I quickly banish those thoughts, and force myself not to think. I force myself to only focus on the pleasure of their massive alien bodies against mine.
“That’s it,” Lorian growls, slamming into me, his voice rough with need. “Take what I give you.”
“Say you love this,” Rafe murmurs, his voice controlled even as his cock jerks against my tongue.
I moan in reply, the sound muffled around Rafe’s cock, vibrating against him. Then another orgasm rips through me, and my vagina grips Lorian so hard he snarls above me.
“Now,” Rafe commands.
Lorian groans, his thrusts faltering, then he drives deep one final time and comes into me. Hot semen floods me, dripping down my thighs as he keeps me pinned, grinding against me to force every drop inside.
Rafe yanks my hair back, dragging me off his cock for only a second, then forces me back down until he empties himself down my throat.
I choke as he holds me there, his come spilling into me, no escape.
“Swallow it all, Eve. You’re our sex-hungry little human, and we must feed you.”
When it’s over, I collapse onto the sheets, my body shaking, my vagina leaking Lorian’s come, and my mouth raw from Rafe’s cock and the semen running down my throat.
Lorian releases my hips, his hand sliding possessively over my vulva, smearing the mess between us. “Ours,” he says.
Rafe tilts my chin up with two fingers, making me meet his gaze despite the tears streaking my cheeks. “Remember,” he says, “you are not a member of Terra Ka. You are ours.”
I nod because I can’t speak. Because it’s true. Because no matter how much shame I feel, no matter how much I wish I could fight it, I want to be theirs for all their sins. I just want to add mine to the pile as well and be theirs forever.
Especially when Rafe leans over and begins sucking on my nipple gently. Then, he puts Lorian’s head on the other one. Their mouths are so comforting, and I feel myself becoming aroused again.
I ask myself for the thousandth time, how can this be Hell with so much pleasure to be had?