Silver Tongued Devils (5 page)

Raesa’s stomach clenched in guilt. “He
was fine a few minutes ago. I made him like this.” Brom prowled
back and forth in front of her, restless, completely in the depths
of madness.

“You didn’t. Slavers did, many years
ago.”

She put it together quickly. Why he
understood her agony. How he’d eased her fears earlier. “How can we
fix it?”

Na’varr made a pleased sound in his
throat. “Braver than I thought.” He nipped her earlobe with his
teeth and she hissed in surprise.

Brom grew still and watched her with
hunger plain on his face.

“He looks like he wants to eat
me.”

Na’varr chuckled. “Brom does, but not
the way you think.”

Her lust ramped up with his suggestive
comment. “Why is your hand against my throat.”

“He will either kill or fuck when he’s
in this mode. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to calm him down,
but usually our women tend to be more…experienced in this type of
play.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant.
“He’s not the only one going insane with this lust.”

“Can you take us both?” The question
was asked with a heated edge.

Her throat went dry. “As in sex with
you both? At once?”

“Yes.” The word sent a thrill down her
spine. “Double penetration.”

Her pussy ached to be claimed. He was
offering her, her darkest fantasy, one she’d only explored with sex
toys and imagination. “It’ll be my first time having—” She choked
on the words, and couldn’t bring herself to actually say anal
sex.

“I’ll take good care of you, Raesa. You
have nothing to fear.”

His words tantalized her while soothing
her nerves.

He drew up her tunic with teasing
slowness, letting the material tickle her skin. “Make Brom want to
touch you.”

Raesa’s head fell back against his
chest and she observed Brom’s reactions through half-closed
eyelids.

Raesa cupped her breasts and squeezed
them. Her thumbs brushed the sensitive nipples, bringing them to
hard points.

Na’varr’s teasing ended and his fingers
slipped into her wet pussy.

Heady pleasure stripped her mind of
thoughts. This was what she needed. Touch.

Brom made a strange noise in his throat
and she watched his cock harden to its full length. Precum
glimmered on the head. She wanted to taste it, and him.

Brom’s gaze was glued to where Na’varr
teased his fingers along her slit.

What did it look like? She ached to
hear him tell her in that sexy voice of his.

“Do you want her, Brom?”

His second in command stared directly
into her eyes and nodded.

“Are you in control?”

Brom breathed slowly and nodded once
more. The strange urge to run she’d had earlier slid
away.

“Ship, this is Captain Na’varr. Release
the prisoner.”

A quiet hum met his command and Brom’s
chains dropped from the bracers on his wrists.

“Must be nice to be the
captain.”

Na’varr pumped his fingers in and out
of her. “It has its advantages.”

She moaned and Brom dropped to his
knees in front of her. His fingers gripped her thighs, spreading
them apart so his mouth could lick where Na’varr stroked her pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue shattered her will to
speak.

Raesa was cradled between them, and
vaguely aware of being lowered to the cushions. Brom lapped at her
wet heat and then flicked his tongue over her clit.

She moaned. Just like that. She needed
more.

Na’varr moved away and Brom wrapped his
arms around her thighs, dragging her forward and up so he could
feast on her with sexual abandon.

His tongue and lips worked her into a
frenzy. She gripped his hair and tugged, wanting the sweet agony to
end. The hybrid climbed up her body.

Na’varr covered Brom’s mouth with his
hand when he would have kissed her. The captain captured her gaze
with his. Both men watched her with hunger in their
eyes.

Raesa whimpered. She was lost to them
both.

“Don’t let him kiss you, Raesa. Not
until the worst of the change is over. We don’t want a repeat of
last night.”

Raesa nodded, hating the way her heart
clenched. His kisses were more than enticing. They were devastating
in all the right ways.

“I want you to ride him, beautiful. Can
you do that for me?” Na’varr eased Brom down to his
back.

Brom was gorgeous. Every stripe and
scar made him precious and unique. “Can I kiss his
body?”

Na’varr’s smile burned bright and
wicked. “Yes.”

She climbed up Brom’s body and tasted
his skin with tongue and lips, teasing a path up one thigh while
her nails raked the other in light strokes that brought pleasant
sounds from his throat.

Raesa nuzzled his hard cock and swiped
her tongue against the velvet skin. Her hands gripped his dick and
brought it to her mouth. The salty tang of his precum brought a
moan of joy from her throat. Holding him with one hand, she dropped
the other to caress his balls. She teased the head with soft licks.
He tasted like sin .

Na’varr knelt beside them, fully naked
and gorgeous in every way. He reached between them to thumb her
clit .

The captain gently dragged her away
from Brom’s cock and up, capturing her lips with his own. He swept
his tongue in and stole her breath. He ended the kiss. “As I
thought, you taste good together.”

The hybrid gripped her hips and moved
her until the head of Brom’s cock pressed against her pussy. She
slid down inch by inch, savoring the way he stretched
her.

Na’varr fisted Brom’s hair and the
hybrid rolled his eyes toward him. “Make her come.”

Brom’s fingers bit into her skin,
tilting her hips to slightly change their position. He thrust deep
inside her and she shuddered in raw pleasure.

“Hold on to me.” Brom’s guttural
command shook her to the core and she buried her face against his
chest.

Raesa wrapped her arms around him,
hugging him close.

He groaned and slowly pulled his cock
from her body. When the head was almost out, he pushed back
in.

The insistent hunger rode her.
“Faster.” She gasped the word.

Brom did as she demanded, holding her
still and working his hips in a punishing rhythm that shattered her
control. She cried out and begged.

A hand slipped between them and rubbed
her clit in just the right pressure to send her careening over the
edge.

Her breaths came in low gasps and Brom
stroked slowly in and out of her pussy. Raesa vaguely realized Brom
still held her so that meant Na’varr’s touch had taken her
sanity.

With a final caress, Na’varr moved
away. She heard the sound of a bottle opening.

Raesa gasped for breath against Brom’s
sweat-soaked body. Cool liquid touched the crack of her ass and she
hissed. Na’varr smeared it down until his thumb pressed against her
rear entrance.

She relaxed against his invasion. While
her double penetration experience was limited to her sex toys, she
understood her body’s needs. Raesa brought her hand to her clit and
thrummed over it.

Decadent pleasure shot through her and
her inner muscles tightened around Brom’s cock.

Na’varr eased his thumb into her.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart.”

Raesa pinched her clit and she
moaned.

He pulled his finger out and pressed
the tip of his cock at her anus. He pushed in, stretching her wide
with a deep burn that had her breath stuttering out in a gasp of
pure want.

Brom went completely still beneath her.
He let go of her hips and dug his fingers into her hair, holding
her tightly against his chest. The thump of his heartbeat calmed
her nerves.

Na’varr slid in slowly.

She trembled between them. Gods it felt
so good. Na’varr withdrew and sweet ecstasy followed.

He thrust and she moaned.

“More,” she gasped the word against
Brom’s skin.

Na’varr groaned. “You’re going to kill
me. I won’t last long. Sweet heaven you’re tight.”

“I won’t last long either.” Raesa knew
she was shameless.

Both men held her between them, fucking
her in a coordinated rhythm that devastated her senses. Her orgasm
overwhelmed and shattered her. Brom and Na’varr followed close
behind and she collapsed between them.

Na’varr gently pulled from her body. A
moment later he ran a soft cloth down her sweat-soaked
back.

She moved and Brom moaned, forcing her
to remain still.

Na’varr tugged on her hair to turn her
head toward his face. He placed a sweet kiss on her cheek and
pulled her damp hair off her neck.

“Let me take care of you.”

The sincerity in his voice and tender
touches were devastating to her heart.

“We’ll take her back to our quarters.
I’m not letting her out of my sight until all this blows
over.”

Raesa cuddled against Brom and let
Na’varr wrap her in a cloth.

Don’t do this.
Her heart ached to say the words but she couldn’t
seem to speak. Their kindness and sweet caresses destroyed her
peace of mind.
Don’t make me fall in love
with you both.

They were entangled together on the
bed. Raesa vaguely remembered being carried to the captain’s
quarters. She slipped in and out of consciousness in the shower
while both men took turns bathing and rinsing her and themselves.
Her exhausted self barely made it back to bed before passing
out.

Raesa’s ass was tucked firmly against
Brom’s hard cock. Longing to have him fill her again burned through
the fog of sleep in her mind. She opened her eyes and found Captain
Na’varr watching her.

“How did you end up with the collar
on?”

“I received it from my father on my
sixteenth birthday.” She dropped her gaze to the tribal tattoo
above his heart. With one finger, she traced the delicate etchings
in the metal. She didn’t have to see it to recognize the similarity
between the pattern on her collar and his tattoo. “He said we were
once part of a great colony.” She looked back at his face. “There
was a war, and we escaped.”

His jaw clenched. “Where
to?”

“We ended up in the Sakura Outpost. I
was very young so I can’t remember much.” Her father had called it
a blessing.

“Sakura. We do business
there.”

She smiled. “I know. My father was
Reggie Mason Styles, the approving official for all supply drops.
He loved sending you messages through our outpost mail
carrier.”

Na’varr’s expression changed and she
wondered what was going on in his mind. “He took the name Mason Daw
and worked with you often, but refused to see you face to face. He
said you have another name.”

“He was right there all the time?” Pain
weighed heavy in that simple question and she brushed her knuckles
against his cheek.

“He said the only way to protect me was
to keep me hidden until I could take care of myself.” Her father’s
words had annoyed the hell out of her. Why couldn’t she see the
hero he admired from afar? “He told me if anything ever happened, I
was to find you and bring you to the Outpost to get something.
Legacy items, he called them.”

He nodded slowly. “How did you end up
on my ship?”

Raesa’s jaw tightened for a
moment. “An Andovian Republic
ambassador
came to our shop and
ordered his immediate execution.” She choked on the last
word.

“They killed him.”

“They didn’t just kill him. He was
tortured.” She hated telling him this, but couldn’t seem to stop
the flow of words from tumbling out. “I found him when I got home
from a festival.”

Grief and guilt ate at her. Tears
filled her eyes but she kept looking at Na’varr, watching his gaze
for hints of disgust. “We’d fought when I left because I chose to
wear the collar. I left the key at home and went out. While I was
gone, they—”

Na’varr moved close and tucked her head
against his chest. “Every child fights with their parent. You
didn’t cause this to happen.” He sounded so tired.

She pressed a kiss on the swirl tattoo
while her tears spilled over. “I know that in my head.”

Her heart was another
matter.

“They were waiting for my return. I was
taken by force away from the outpost, drugged, and when I woke up I
was in a locked room with four other women. An asshole Imperial
told us we were up for sale and to get dressed. One of the girls
told us being naked would invite the buyers to try out our bodies
before bidding.”

Brom snuggled against her and she
reached back to touch his thigh in thanks. Was he awake?