Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Nina

I push forward against the hold Reke has on my throat and close the distance between us. I don’t kiss him. I don’t think he likes kisses. Instead, I rest my forehead on his, the tips of our noses touching. When he breathes out, I breathe in. We’re sharing air.

Threads of desire weave themselves around my limbs, staring at all the points where Reke and I are touching—forehead, nose, throat. I want to rub the entire length of my naked body against his, marveling at the luxurious feel of skin against naked skin.

I deliberately swallow.

His eyes darken as he watches the movement of my throat and his hand, and when he says my name there’s a tortured quality to his voice, as if he can’t quite believe this is happening.

I almost can’t believe this is happening either .

Maybe our cell doors really did malfunction. Or maybe the Hov wanted Reke to kill Venn with me watching.

Or maybe … maybe the Hov want Reke to fuck me, and they’re recording us right now.

It doesn’t matter. I won’t let my fear and disgust of our captors scare me again.

“Undress me, Venn,” I order.

Reke immediately stops purring as he glances over my shoulder at Venn, but otherwise he doesn’t move.

“Nina, are you sure?” Venn asks, sounding so incredibly hesitant.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you, just as I want Reke. And this might be our only chance.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that last bit. When I hear my fear spoken aloud, I think it sounds too much like I’m trying to blackmail Venn into giving me what I want.

Before, when I was seated on his lap, I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. But now I can’t turn my head to look at him, not with Reke’s hand still closed around my neck, and so I’ve got no way of knowing what he’s thinking.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Venn. Please.”

“I … ” He stumbles, evidently at a loss for how to answer.

I wince at my thoughtlessness. He literally just told me that he believes feelings are weaknesses, and I’ve asked him to say his weaknesses aloud and in front of the one alien who Venn views as his greatest rival.

“Reke.” I try to salvage the situation. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Lust.” Reke doesn’t hesitate, his thoughts and actions always so closely guided by his emotions and instincts. He’s the complete opposite of Venn. Yet each of them is entirely perfect. “I desire to rut with you, hard and fast, until you smell of my milt.” He flexes his hips, and in my periphery I can see the shadowy outline of his erect cock reaching toward his stomach, red and glistening and oh-so tempting.

“Yes, please.” The sheer possessiveness of his declaration sends shivers down my spine. “I’m feeling very amenable to that idea.” So amenable that my mouth is basically watering, and the tingles accumulating between my legs have me squirming in his hold. The only thing stopping me from reaching for him are his claws pin pricking my neck. He’s holding me in place, and I’m so entirely under his control. Yet … I breathe deeply, feeling powerful despite my physical weakness. I’m in control of this situation as much as Reke and Venn are, in their own ways.

Everything is done by consent. Everything is our choice. In this moment, we are in control of our bodies. Not the Hov. Not the parasites. Not my fear of dying.

Venn clears his throat, and I hear rustling, like he’s pacing restlessly behind me. “I would also … I would also like to rutwithyou.” He finally releases his words in a rush, each word stumbling over the one before.

“Thank goodness.” I sigh, wanting neither of them to be in any doubt of my feelings. “In that case, Venn, will you please undress me now?”

“Yes. Yes .” He slips his hands around to my front and fumbles with the buttons of my shirt, his fingers looking impossibly big against the small closures. The last button pops off entirely and rolls across the floor. I shrug my shoulders, my shirt falling away, until I’m standing in my jeans and bra.

“Your boobs?” Reke’s hot gaze rakes my chest. His lips are slightly parted, and his beautiful ears are erect and twitching. His innocence is beguiling. He’s so entirely unashamed of being a virgin. I forget sometimes how little he has experienced.

“Yes, my sweet pie.” I laugh. “My boobs. And they look even better when I’m naked.” I direct that last comment over my shoulder, and immediately Venn is unclasping my bra and drawing it away.

I can feel his hot breath on the top of my head, and then his hands are cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my erect nipples. Pushing into his hold, I moan, feeling the sound travel up my throat and past Reke’s hand.

Touch feeds my soul. I need touch as I need air and water. It helps keep me sane and grounded.

Venn crowds me from behind, but Reke keeps his ground until I’m sandwiched between them. I can feel the rise and fall of their chests. Reke is nearly panting. Venn’s breaths are shaky, as if he’s so focused on kneading my sensitive breasts that he’s almost forgotten he needs to keep breathing.

Then Venn is pulling my jeans and panties down, and I step out of them, kicking them toward my cell. I hear more clothes rustling, and I guess Venn has taken off his pants too. I’m suddenly desperate to examine the parts of him that have always been hidden from my gaze.

“To the light,” I demand. “I need to see.” I lead them back into my cell. As much as I hate this space, I feel as if I’ve had some time to claim it as my own. I might have to squint to see the tiny graffiti I carved into the too-smooth wall, but I know it’s there, and that counts for something when almost everything else has been taken away from me.

With my alien men standing side by side under the spotlight, I step back, examining them as closely as they’re examining me. I can practically feel their eyes devoting every inch of my exposed body, and I straighten my shoulders, turning a little to either side, providing them with my profile as well.

I’ve always been fascinated with bodies of all shapes and sizes, and I’ve never once been ashamed of my own—not when I grew breasts and started my period before all my friends, not when the stretch marks appeared on my thighs, and not even when my metabolism started slowing down and I gained a few extra kilos. Why should I be ashamed? I love my body. It survived a car crash and three years of all-night study sessions and countless 12-hour work shifts. It even survived being abducted by aliens.

I love my body. I have my mother’s eyes and my father’s nose. I have my grandmother’s hair and her small feet. I have my rose tattoo. I have the scar from the blood transfusion that saved my life and the calluses on my feet from standing so much while caring for the sick and elderly. And I’m proud of all those marks. They show Venn and Reke exactly who I am and what I’ve been through to have arrived at this moment, right here, right now.

Their bodies are equally fascinating, and I take my time surveying them in minute detail, from Reke’s black fur with its lazy patches of gold across his shoulders to his silently flicking tail with the tuff at the end and his one blue eye, so similar in color to Venn’s eyes .

With my gaze I follow the curve of Venn’s horns around his ears, and I follow his scars down his arms and across his broad chest where it tapers down to the neat V-shape that seems to pull my attention toward his straining cock.

And what a glorious cock it is. Larger than Reke’s (purely because all of Venn is larger than Reke), with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It’s bluer than the rest of him, with ruddy undertones, and when I brush a finger over the tip, my skin prickles with warmth.

“Is that … ” I lick my finger, and something akin to popping candy fizzes in my mouth. My eyes widen. “Vennkor, you didn’t tell me about that surprise.”

He shrugs one massive shoulder as if it’s no matter to him that his spunk fizzes, but the dark flush creeping up his neck ruins the nonchalant effect, as do his wide eyes fixed on the finger I just licked. Already a new drop of pre-cum is leaking from his erect cock, and I’m reaching for it when Reke captures my hand in both of his.

“My turn,” he announces, guiding my hand to his own prominent appendage. It’s narrower and longer than Venn’s, with a slight curve and an end that almost looks like a hook. It’s soft though, like warm silk, and my hand glides effortlessly up and down as I fist him mercilessly.

He’s always such a smart ass. Always so sure he’s going to get exactly what he wants.

Well, he wanted my attention, and so he has it.

His hips buck as he thrusts into my hold, one hand grasping my shoulder as if his knees are suddenly too weak to hold his full weight. I can’t help my evil smile.

“Oh, sweet pie.” If I were a cat, I’d be purring. “There’s so much for me to teach you. ”

“I want … ” He rests his forehead in the hollow of my neck, obviously trying to regain control over his body. “I need … ”

I relent a little, loosening my hold until it’s a barely-there touch on his cock. He moans, his fingers digging into my shoulder. If I’d still been dressed, I’m sure his claws would’ve shredded my shirt. Instead, they prick my skin, not hard enough to draw blood, and I shudder at his touch, the tiny amount of pain sending a fresh shiver along my nerve endings.

I reach for Venn, intending to take him in hand as well, but he kneels at my feet. His head is level with my stomach, and he looks up at me, displaying one of those rare moments where all his thoughts and feelings are painted across the sharp lines of his face. I see longing and desire and something else. Something that might just be love …

Before I can properly identify what I’m seeing, he grasps my hips in his large hands, his fingers biting into my pale flesh, and buries his head between my legs.

“Oh, God!” It’s suddenly me holding onto Reke for fear of falling. It’s suddenly me unable to find my words or even to form coherent thoughts. Because Venn’s tongue is between my folds and he’s lapping at my clit as though he memorized exactly where I like to be touched. I grasp one of his horns with my free hand, trying to both push him away and press him closer, my body trapped between sensations that are equally too powerful and not powerful enough.

Reke laughs and nips at the pulse in my throat, gliding his hands over my skin, caressing my breasts, my stomach, my back, my arms, exploring my body and looking extremely smug.

I bury my face in his chest, unable and unwilling to stop the pleasure pulsating through me, all centered on Venn’s clever tongue.

Only when his touch borders on too intense do I urge him to stand. He licks his lips, my wetness glistening around his mouth.

“I want to taste.” And Reke catches a drop of moisture rolling down Venn’s chin on the tip of a sharp claw. Then, with a delicate lick, he cleans his claw.

My mouth drops open. Heat fills my face. It’s absolutely the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I think my brain short-circuited because all I can suddenly think about is how much I want them inside of me. One or the other. Or … both.

I shield away from that idea, not quite brave enough to suggest it. Despite the heavy scent of sex in the air and despite Reke’s apparent disinterest in murdering Venn, I still feel a little like we’re walking on eggshells. We’re still trying to find our footing; we’re still trying to find a rhythm that suits all three of us.

I wish we had a bed, because lying on the impossibly hard, smooth floor is entirely unappealing. I think if we tried, we’d just slip and slide all over the place.

They must be thinking the same as me, because Venn effortlessly lifts me so that I can align myself with Reke’s cock as I wrap my legs around his waist. I almost pause to search for a condom. Old habits die hard, and I’ve never had unprotected sex before. But I’ve also never had sex with aliens before, and the chances of fertilization across species are virtually nil, so I dismiss my worry, locking my ankles together as Reke holds the globes of my ass in his hands. He thrusts into me with small, neat flexes.

When his feet slide, Venn pushes him closer to the bars so that I have something to hold on to and so that Reke has something against which to gain momentum.

I’ve always loved sex. It’s such a natural part of our lives, driven by millennia of evolution. I’ve had one-night stands. I’ve had friends with benefits. I’ve had semi-serious boyfriends. None of those experiences begin to compare with this moment. I’m filled with such a sense of rightness as Reke’s thrusts deepen and as Venn presses urgent kisses to my shoulder blade. If I could freeze time and live in this moment forever, I’d do so without hesitation. If I could somehow design a life where Reke, Venn and I were free to be like this always, I would grab the opportunity with both hands.

I look straight up at a camera, a big fuck you to the Hov.

Reke bellows his release, never one to deny himself anything he wants or to eke out his reward. I ride his pleasure, relishing the feel of his cock pulsing inside me. He snaps at the air with his sharpened teeth as though he wishes he was biting me, and together we collapse boneless against the bars.

I’m breathing hard and fast, and I can actually hear Reke’s and my wetness between my legs in the otherwise silent room.

“Venn.” I reach behind me for my massive alien, so patiently waiting his turn, and he holds me in my arms as I transfer my weight from Reke to him. I hear Reke slide down to the floor, his legs unable to hold him a moment longer. No doubt the view of my ass from down there is spectacular. (And clearly my confidence is as healthy as it’s ever been, under the all-consuming attention of my lovers.)

Venn’s hips are considerably wider than Reke’s, and I have a little more trouble wrapping my legs around him, but then the head of his cock is at my entrance.

Have I mentioned that Vennkor is MASSIVE ? Because he absolutely is.

I squirm, trying to get comfortable, and he stills, his eyes wide.

“I’m fine,” I promise him. “More than fine. You, my man made of stardust, are the largest I’ve ever seen.”

The flush around his neck deepens, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, lowering myself inch by slow inch until he’s fully seated inside me. Had I not already orgasmed, I’m not entirely sure he would have fit, and I cannot stop imagining how Reke’s cum must be helping to lubricate me.

I wrap my arms around Venn’s neck, holding him close as he thrusts. He’s holding the bars behind me with one hand. His other hand is at my lower back, pressing me flush to his chest.

Fresh waves of desire curl my toes as his movements turn erratic, and we both chase our release. Unexpectedly, Reke’s hand is suddenly on my ass again, parting my cheeks as he claims a front-row seat to the sight of Venn fucking me mindless.

My orgasm barrels through me, my body merely a conduit for my pleasure and theirs. Distantly, I hear Reke growl, and I feel Venn tense. We’re sharing this experience between the three of us, and not even for a second could I have wanted it any other way.

I’m so full that liquid heat drips down my legs, and I scrunch my eyes closed, trying desperately to commit every touch, sound and smell to memory. If we are, as Venn said, the sum of our memories, I want this moment to be painted in fluorescent colors across my personality. I want to be Venn’s silent satisfaction and Reke’s abundant exuberance, and I want to be my own joy, now and forever.

When I wake, hours later, I find myself sprawled over Venn’s chest, one of my legs tucked between both of his thick thighs. Reke is pressed to my other side, lying so close that I’ve started losing feeling in my arm. I try to wriggle into a more comfortable position, but Reke just follows me, until we’re both practically blanketing Venn, our limbs tangled. I stop moving, resigned to a stiff arm in return for this unguarded moment.

Asleep, Reke looks impossibly sweet, his face relaxed, his muscles languid. Venn still holds some tension in his body, as if, even in sleep, he’s expecting to be attacked. That he’s comfortable enough to have fallen asleep beside Reke is a gift more special than anything I’ve ever received.

Their chests rise and fall almost in unison, and I close my eyes, knowing this peace can’t last for long.