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  Kelion drew her back to sit on his lap, taking him fully inside her channel and leaving her exposed to Raker’s gaze as she straddled Kelion’s lap.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, then bit her lip as Kelion pumped inside her with his long cock. He gripped her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples and biting her neck.

  She felt exposed and vulnerable, but strangely turned on watching Raker’s reaction to having another man fuck her. She wondered what had happened to her, that she would find something like this a turn on.

  “Do you like it,” Raker asked, stroking his cock as he watched Kelion plunder her pussy.

  She didn’t know how to respond. Obviously, he wasn’t jealous of having another man touch her, at least not while he was present. But she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be enjoying herself. She felt naughty and bad and couldn’t admit to anything without fear of incriminating herself.

  Raker watched them fuck for several minutes before he crawled onto the bed and joined them. He leaned over her to kiss her.

  She normally avoided his kiss to keep herself from becoming attached to him. But this time, she could not escape him, trapped as Kelion had her. Raker gripped her jaw and forced her to meet his eyes. “We want to pleasure you. Is this what you’ve wanted?” he murmured and then pressed his lips to hers.

  The moment his mouth touched her own, she remembered why she avoided kissing him. It kept her from remaining aloof to him, made her taste his essence, his breath. She moaned as Kelion fingered her clit, pinching and tweaking the swollen nub and stroking her insides.

  As her mouth parted, Raker plunged his tongue inside. He tasted wild, his tongue hungry and voracious as it swept through the moist crevice of her mouth. He sparred with her tongue, drawing her out to suck her tongue into his mouth.

  He dominated the kiss, heightening her arousal. Why would he think she wanted two men, she couldn’t know. Their race was a strange one, defying obvious conventions. She only imagined he did this to titillate himself. Perhaps he truly did this to satisfy her, but he’d never asked. Only fucked her brains out from the time he arrived home until he went to sleep. Lust was no substitute for love—in any civilization.

  Sandwiched between the two men, Maura had little choice but to comply with their wishes—to satisfy her. Raker had satisfied her many times. Many times. How had he gotten the perception that she was displeased with his lovemaking? That she wanted or needed something more?

  She felt Kelion pull out of her vagina and push into her anus, eased inside by the cream of her body. Raker had thoroughly broken in her backside, playing with every manner of toy and vibrator until she enjoyed the attention to that area almost as much as her vagina. It was a different sort of stimulation, almost painful at times, keeping her from coming more often than not, but when he plugged her ass with a toy and penetrated her cunt, she’d had orgasms so strong throughout her body that she’d nearly passed out.

  Kelion eased inside her tight anus and rested, holding still while Raker crouched over both their legs. His cock seemed to grow before her eyes, thinning to allow him entry to her body along with Kelion.

  Maura swallowed, feeling her desire grow with the look in Raker’s heavy lidded gaze looking down at her. She arched her head back, allowing him to kiss the column of her throat as his cock pressed into her slick cunt. She moaned when she felt her body stretch around them both, accepting them willingly.

  The awkwardness of before was gone, leaving only the desire for pleasure and fulfillment. Slowly, he penetrated her fully, sinking to the hilt inside before beginning a push pull with Kelion, alternating which moved inside her and driving her lust higher than she thought possible.

  Maura jerked, stretched to the brim and heated from both sides by the hot press of their naked skin against her. Had Raker not so thoroughly explored and stretched her holes with his demented games, she would never have been able to accept both of them at the same time.

  As it was, it was almost painful to behold. Almost.

  Merely thinking about having two men at once was a forbidden fantasy that she knew many women shared. Had that been Raker’s intent, to fulfill a secret fantasy he thought she possessed? What she wanted was to feel loved, and not just some bed wench that could be easily replaced by any other woman.

  Kelion slid nearly free, his movements smooth and arousing. Maura clenched at the retreat, felt Raker jerk in reaction. He groaned, driving inside her harder, making her forget the feeling of emptiness and then fullness in her backside.

  She felt herself growing closer to climax. Felt the sensation unfurl within her, deep inside as slowly and assuredly as the breath stole from her lungs. Raker’s movements were jerky. His need almost ravenous. He ravaged her body, pumping into her furiously, spurred on by the clenching and unclenching of her body around him.

  Maura raised her arms to grasp his shoulders, digging her fingers into the broad muscles there. She saw his tattoos glow blue as power warped through him. The first time she’d seen it, she’d been frightened, but now seeing his body wrapped in power only served to increase her arousal, for she knew it meant he was close to reaching climax and taking her with him.

  Flexing and pulling, pushing and stroking, they moved within her until she could take no more. The heat from their bodies seared her skin. Her heart pumped furiously in her chest. Her breath came as raggedly as their own.

  When the climax finally claimed her, it took them all up that glorious upsurge of pleasure until moans and groans filled the air. Heat lightning seemed to rivet from their cocks, bursting inside her with an explosion of hot seed that consumed her in all-encompassing ecstasy.

  Maura cried out, biting Raker’s shoulder, clawing his back, feeling Kelion behind her just as strongly as his friend.

  When it was over, they moved, unwedging her from their bodies. She lay curled in Raker’s arms as Kelion left their suite, and she wondered how he was capable of walking after all that rigor.

  Raker stroked her back in soothing circles, and it was the first time she’d ever felt any tenderness from him. She looked up at his face, feeling her heart warm from the cold that normally kept it at bay.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, looking down and studying her face.

  “I did,” she admitted, feeling no sense of guilt when she should have.

  “I thought you would. Many women enjoy two men at once.”

  She frowned. “Why didn’t you ask me if I would? Why did you just assume I’d want to have a stranger join us?”

  He stopped stroking her back. “But you did enjoy yourself.”

  There was a confused tone to his voice that she didn’t miss. She chose to ignore it.

  She sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over herself, rolling to put her back to him. “That’s beside the point. All you do is assume. You think you can do whatever you want and I’m just supposed to accept it because I’m your slave and you’re my master.”

  “Is that why you remain aloof to me? Because you call me master?”

  She was quiet a long while before finally answering him. “If you must know, yes. I’m a free-thinking being, not a mindless simpleton. It’s one thing to dominate me in the bed, but you don’t allow me to do anything on my own. You don’t trust me. Why would I give myself to you completely when I get nothing in return?”

  “I will have to think on this,” he said.

  Good, she thought. She hoped she’d given him plenty to think about. She wasn’t some doormat. If this was to be her life, then she wanted some say over it too. Yes, she might enjoy herself in the bed, but lust was fleeting. She needed and craved more than this in her life.

  Chapter Six

  Pleasure was not the missing element to their relationship. Neither was bending Maura to his will. He’d thought fulfilling a fantasy would be the key to her happiness, and now he saw that was not the case.

  She obeyed him. She responded to his touch, but she never came to him
of her own accord. He began to see the reason why.

  She felt trapped by him. Smothered.

  It bothered him that she felt that way, but as he began turning it over in his mind that night and the next day, he slowly began to see that she was right. He wanted to be her master, but of her own free will.

  She was a prisoner. His prisoner.

  He wanted a mate. More than just a woman to fuck.

  He didn’t realize it at first, but what he wanted was for her to love and desire him.

  Once he’d come to that realization, he began to wonder how he could accomplish his goal of getting her to love him. And once he went down that path, he realized, ultimately, what he needed to do was give her freedom back to her.

  There was an ancient saying that if you loved something, to set it free. If it came back to you, it was meant to be.

  Raker had little experience with women. As much as he wanted to keep Maura under his control, his dissatisfaction by her aloofness and defiance ate at him until it was all he could think about. Sure, he could slake his lust on her body, but that was not enough for him, not anymore.

  He wanted to capture her mind and soul, not just her body. The knowledge of what was missing ate at him like a cancer.

  The games held no appeal for him, and he knew he had to go through with his intentions or he would be eaten alive by doubt.

  When he arrived at his suite, she was waiting on him, naked in the bed. He’d never even bothered to give her any clothing to wear in the entire time she’d been with him. It was one way of ensuring she couldn’t escape at the first opportunity. Nudity was just one chain he had to unleash.

  “Here. Cover yourself with this,” he said, throwing a gown at her in the bed.

  She looked down at the deep blue garment in shock. “Really?” she said, looking happy for once.

  The smile on her face should have given him elation. Instead, he felt only dread at what he would next do. He knew she would never willingly choose to be with him. She did not love him. What was there to love about him? Sex and domination? An animal? What woman would choose that life he wondered?

  When she’d donned the gown, she nearly took his breath away. He’d thought her beautiful and desirous nude. Somehow, having the deep blue folds fitted to her form only made him lust to tear the damn thing off her body and pin her to the bed and forget everything he was about to say.

  She spun around in a circle, making the skirt flow around her legs and hips. She looked as enchanted as a young girl. She smiled. “I love it. Why the sudden change?”

  He swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. “I thought you would need it when you leave here,” he said.

  Her brow furrowed. “Leave?”

  He pushed a hand through his hair, summoning the courage to free her though every instinct urged him not to. “I release you from your indenture. You are a free woman. Free to choose where you shall go. Where you shall live. You are no longer my slave, Maura.”

  It was almost a relief to have the words out. A sense of guilt lifted from his shoulders. He felt better for having said it to her, but the look on her face was almost enough to slice his heart in two.

  There was such happiness on her face now, he felt crushed inside. She skipped to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m free? I can leave? I don’t have to stay here anymore? Why?”

  “Yes. You can go anywhere. I have funds to help you leave, or you can choose a suite here if you wish. A trapped bird is never so beautiful as one allowed to roam the skies,” he said, his voice low and pained in his throat.

  She practically squealed. The fact that he’d never heard or seen or so happy before wore him down, tearing at his soul.

  “I’d like to book passage off this planet then. I have family I haven’t seen in years. I can’t go back to my home planet, of course, but I see no reason not to visit some of the outstretched colonies. Oh, thank you, Raker! You’ve made me so happy!” she said, smiling broadly and kissing his cheeks.

  The knowledge that he’d set her free weighed almost as heavily as knowing that she had no intention of remaining with him.

  She did not love him and probably never would.

  ***

  Happy could not begin to describe what Maura felt. She was so ecstatic to have her freedom back, she could hardly think of anything except leaving the planet and going on her merry way.

  She wanted to travel the galaxy and establish a new life for herself somewhere distant. She had family and friends on a multitude of colonies who hadn’t heard from her since her incarceration and sentencing, and no doubt she could get help from one of them somewhere.

  She was so wrapped up in herself and her plans, she never questioned the sudden change in Raker’s attitude toward her.

  He did not touch her the night he released her from her imprisonment. Nor did he touch her the second night or the next when he told her he’d procured passage for her to Centurion 961. He came bearing her gifts: jewelry and gold, gowns and shoes and everything she would need to make her travels more comfortable.

  At first, the gifts had delighted her almost as much as her freedom. There was something about doing without for so long, that finally having such things made her deliriously happy. She enjoyed trying on the gowns and jewels and seeing Raker’s eyes alight when he saw her in them.

  Strangely, it never seemed to encourage him to make advances towards her.

  The gifts and enjoyment of them could not contend with Raker’s mood. He acted happy to see her delight with his gifts, but his coldness did not go unnoticed. She wondered why he made no move to have sex with her, how a man could go from one extreme to another in so short a time.

  Perhaps that was why he’d let her go, because he was tired of her. He’d seemed to form no attachment to her other than craving her in bed, and to suddenly stop puzzled her. She worried over it when she should have been finalizing her plans and sending contact to her cousins, packing her belongings.

  She shouldn’t have been bothered by the development, but strangely, she was.

  And then the thought that he intended on replacing her with a more willing woman entered her brain. The moment she finally connected the dots, she was disturbed. Deeply disturbed.

  She wasn’t sure when she’d begun to think about Raker being hers, but she had.

  Simply thinking of him replacing her with a willing woman after she was gone filled her with dread. It shouldn’t have bothered her. He’d given her her freedom after all.

  He and his perversely pleasurable desires were no longer of concern to her. He had his life and she had hers.

  But the fact remained that he seemed to want her gone. That he was eager for her to leave. She wondered if he gifted her to keep her mind away from the fact that he was tired of her.

  And that rankled.

  Immensely.

  Maura was jealous and she knew it.

  She wanted to believe there was no future for her with Raker. That her future was in the great beyond, with someone else. Her attachment had grown to Raker, however.

  She had the freedom to go any time she wanted, to anywhere. She was no longer bound to him.

  She found that she did not crave freedom nearly so much as she craved love. But was Raker even capable of such emotion when he’d never displayed anything of the like to her?

  Chapter Seven

  The day of her departure had arrived. She’d collected the new belongings Raker had given her into the hard silver case and waited for Raker to carry it out and lead her to the ship that would take her away from him forever.

  Deep inside, she’d hoped to have some signal from him that he wanted things to be different, that he wasn’t tired of her or intent on replacing her. His continued silence made her want to yank the hair out of his head.

  He returned to their suite after the games, his long black hair wet from showering. His skin smelled fresh and alluring as ever, and she felt herself drawn to him, more so than s
he’d ever been before. She craved his touch, a kiss, something that told her he cared. He did not look at her with lust in his eyes, only remained cold and emotionless.

  She did not like the change any more now than she had when it had first come over him. She wanted to ask him if she was to be replaced by another woman, but the words wouldn’t seem to come out. Her throat felt sticky, and her mouth dry and unable to form words.

  “Are you ready to leave? Do you have everything packed?” he asked, scanning the room.

  Maura nodded. “I think so. I…I’m as ready as I’ll ever be I suppose. Thank you again for giving me my freedom,” she said softly, feeling choked up.

  He grunted. “I didn’t have much choice.”

  Her brow furrowed with confusion. “What do you mean? I thought this was something you’d decided.”

  He sighed, scrubbing his jaw and picking up the silver case she’d packed like it weighed nothing. “Does it matter?”

  She caught his wrist before he could walk out of the door. Her curiosity had reached its peak and could no longer be contained. She wanted to know before she was gone what his plans were. She found the courage to ask the question that had been burning in her mind for nearly a week. “Have you replaced me? Is that why you stopped touching me?”

  Raker laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You could never be replaced. No woman will have me. No willing woman.” He turned his back on her.

  She could see the tension in his shoulders and arms. He looked ready to explode. “What do you mean, no willing woman would have you?”

  “Just what I said. It took women with no choice but death or life imprisonment to get mates for the ShadeShifters. None of you were willing. Given the chance, you would all leave. Just like you are.” He said the last with such disgust in his voice, it cut her to the quick.

  Was that what he thought? That no woman could ever want them?