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  Sobehk licked the wounds on his arm and yanked at the ties of his robe with his free hand.

  Fallon writhed, caught between the agony in her mind and the cocks grinding harshly in her body. The base of his cocks began to swell into a ball of rock hard flesh sliding in then out, passing deliciously against her clit. Liquid heat flared in her core and began to build. She gasped in surprise, then moaned under the rising wave of bittersweet and agonizing pleasure.

  Khan grinned down at her and thrust in earnest. “You better hurry, Sobehk. She’s rising.”

  Sobehk rolled his eyes as he tore the robe from his shoulders. “I would find one that likes pain as much as you do.” He dropped onto his back, grabbed his cocks, and stroked them, groaning. “How did I get so lucky?”

  Fallon leaned up and nipped at Khan’s nipples.

  Khan hissed as her teeth raked him. “I have no complaints.” He grunted with his thrusts. “Are you hard yet? I’m just about to knot.”

  Sobehk sighed. “Yes. Your venom is fucking potent!” He sat up on his knees, framing Fallon’s head.

  “You think I’m bad?” Khan snorted. “Wait ’til she bites you.” He caught Fallon’s chin. “I need you to suck cock, pet.”

  Fallon tilted her head back to see Sobehk’s rigid cocks only a breath away from her mouth. The scent of his arousal washed over her in an irresistible wave. She opened her mouth and stroked the underside of the swollen head of his larger primary cock with her tongue, then opened wide to suck him in.

  Sobehk hissed. “Shit!” He dropped, his hands framing her chest, arching over her body, and spread his knees to get lower.

  Fallon tilted her head back to get more of him and lashed him with her tongue. He became even more rigid against her tongue. She moaned and suckled.

  Sobehk groaned and thrust into her mouth. “Damn ...”

  Khan pushed up onto his hands, his thrusts slower, but hammer-stroke hard. “That good?”

  Fallon moaned and sucked hard as Sobehk thrust into her mouth even as Khan ground his torturous cocks into her body.

  Sobehk moaned and panted. “That enthusiastic. And I’m just as hard-up as she is.”

  Hard-up? Fallon growled and let him slide against her teeth.

  He flinched. “Watch it with the teeth!”

  Khan chuckled. “Can you cum first?”

  Sobehk groaned. “Not going to be a problem; just about there.” He sucked in a breath. “In fact ... there.” He groaned and shuddered. “Swallow it, kitten; drink me down.”

  Fallon felt him pulse on her tongue. Salty, musky cream filled her mouth, even as his second cock pulsed against her neck, spattering hot cum across her breasts. She swallowed, but there was so much of it, it dribbled past her lips.

  Khan snorted. “She’s missing some.”

  “Got it.” Sobehk caught her jaw, tilted her head back, and thrust his entire length down her throat. He gasped.

  She couldn’t breathe past the long cock jammed down into her throat. She whimpered and reached up to push him back.

  Khan caught her hands. “No, swallow, pet.”

  Fallon struggled against his hold while cum pumped and pumped straight down her throat.

  Sobehk moaned. “Mother Night, yes ...” He sighed and pulled from her throat.

  Fallon coughed and sucked air.

  Sobehk fell on the mattress beside them and rolled onto his back, smiling. “Mmm, I needed that.”

  Fallon struggled to swallow what was left in her mouth and scowled at Sobehk’s grinning face. “Dirty ... trick.”

  “Is that so?” Khan dropped over her and thrust brutally hard. “My turn.”

  Fallon gasped as the metal at the end of his cock bumped something inside, something exciting and deliciously urgent. He struck it again, and then again ... She groaned and shivered, arching up to meet him.

  Sobehk rolled up on his side, set his chin on his hand, and grinned. “I love watching you fuck.”

  Khan flashed him a smile, then groaned while twisting his hips hard.

  Fallon felt something swollen pass into both her ass and cunt, filling them brutally tight. She gasped.

  Khan released a harsh breath. “I’m tied.” He ground into her and moaned. “Mother, she’s tight ...”

  Fallon felt something spark, and shuddered as pleasure rose hot and fast. She writhed to reach it.

  Khan smiled down at her. “Ready to fall, pet?”

  Fallon panted, and a small sound escaped her lips. She ground up against him. He was pressed right up against that delicious spot, but something was missing. “Please?”

  Sobehk raised his brow. “Oh, begging? I like begging.”

  Fallon bucked up hard, but got no closer. A whimper escaped. “Please ...? I need ... I want ...” She writhed and bared her teeth. “Bite me!”

  Sobehk looked at Khan.

  Khan smiled at Sobehk. “Bite her.”

  Sobehk’s brows shot up. “Doesn’t she have enough venom in her by now?”

  Khan shook his head. “She doesn’t need the venom; she needs the bite. She needs the pain.”

  Sobehk rolled his eyes. “Pain junkies ...” He leaned over Fallon. “Where do you want my teeth, kitten?”

  “Her breast, around the nipple.” Khan grinned. “I took the other. Make them match.”

  Sobehk’s brows rose as he stared at Khan.

  Fallon squirmed as climax coiled in a boiling morass of threatening intent. She was right on the damned edge and they were talking! “I don’t care where; just bite me, damn it!”

  Sobehk’s mouth dropped over her nipple. His mouth opened wide and he sucked hard, his long teeth pressing into her skin.

  “Maker, yes!” She grabbed Sobehk’s hair to hold him and moaned as his sucking mouth burned a trail of delight from her nipple straight down to her clit. Her gaze locked on Khan’s blood-orange eyes.

  Khan held her gaze and ground his metal laden cocks into her. “Now.”

  Raked by the delight within her body, Fallon arched up on a wail. Sobehk’s teeth sank into her breast, delivering sharp slices of pain that pushed her over the edge into an exploding spiral of mind-shocking pleasure. She stared into Khan’s eyes and shrieked.

  Khan choked, his eyes went wide and he shook. “Bloody Chaos.”

  * * * * *

  Fallon moaned; every part of her hurt. But the burning in her mind was gone. Hot damn. She opened her eyes and stared blearily at the steel gray ceiling overhead. Khan’s warm but heavy steel and titanium weighted body was stretched out full-length on top of her and nestled between her thighs. His breath feathered the left side of her throat.

  Someone had pulled the pale gray blanket over them. It was actually fairly cozy, if it weren’t for the fact that she was cuddled up with one of the scariest men she’d ever met.

  And he owned her.

  Her mind immediately shied away from that line of thought. She pushed at his shoulder. “Are we done?”

  Khan opened one copper eye and tightened his arms at her sides. He snorted against her throat. “We’re tied.” He moved his hips and the swollen base of his cocks tugged at the more than tender flesh he filled to capacity. He moaned in obvious enjoyment. “Tight.”

  She hissed and grabbed his bare butt to stop his movements. “I meant with whatever you were doing in my head.”

  Khan growled. “Be still.”

  Fallon froze, then scowled. “I’m not the one that’s moving!”

  “No, you’re the one that’s talking. Be still.” He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against her throat in clear warning.

  Fallon’s breath stopped. Apparently that pleased him. His wet tongue stroked where his teeth had been. She relaxed and fumed. Just what I need, another bully. She turned to look over at Sobehk ... but he wasn’t there. The mattress he’d been on was missing, too. She tilted her head back to see if he’d gone back to his bed. The hospital bed was missing. The hair rose on her body. She was alone with Khan.

  Khan’s hand
slid down the standing hairs on her arm. “What?” His tone was clearly annoyed.

  Fallon flinched and promptly became annoyed with herself. “Sobehk ...?”

  “Has been moved to my ship. We’ll join him later.” He nuzzled against her throat and ground his still-hard cocks into her. “Go to sleep.”

  Fallon winced and shifted under him. Great Maker, he was tight in her. Sleep? She rolled her eyes. Right, sure, like that’s going to happen like this?

  He growled.

  She stilled, expelled her breath, and tried to relax. His heart beat against hers in a slow, even rhythm. She found herself listening to it. Oddly, she found herself matching his slow breaths. Odder still, her eyes became heavy and she slid into sleep.

  * * * * *

  Fallon felt the weight on top of her move and opened her eyes to find Khan up on his elbows staring down at her. A slight smile curved his lips.

  She blinked up at him in sleepy confusion. What?

  He hooded his eyes and lowered his head slowly. His lips touched hers.

  She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue brushed against her lower lip. The touch was surprisingly gentle. She touched his tongue with the tip of hers, and he stroked lightly but more boldly against her. He tasted of warm male and slightly of copper. He tasted ... familiar.

  His head turned slightly and he joined his mouth more fully to hers, his kiss slow and exploratory. She answered his kiss without thought. It just seemed ... the right thing to do.

  A sound vibrated in his chest. It was the strangest sound she’d ever heard. It wasn’t a growl; it was more comforting in its rumbling, like a gigantic feline purr. The idea of Khan purring made a smile curve her lips.

  He pulled back, releasing her mouth. Amusement softened the harsh lines of his face. “What?”

  “You’re purring?” Fallon couldn’t help but smile more fully.

  He snorted but smiled. “I do that when I’m pleased.”

  “Oh ...” He was pleased. She’d pleased him. Something warm and alarming shifted in her heart. She flinched back from that warmth and her smile fled.

  His brows shot up. “You don’t want to please me?”

  Fallon opened her mouth and then closed it. She did. She did want to please him. She looked away in confusion. This needful feeling was completely different from the protective urge she felt for Sobehk. It was more like she wanted his protection, as though she wanted comfort from him -- Khan. She needed the comfort of knowing that Sobehk was safe, but the thought of wanting Khan to be comforting...? The idea was alien, and alarming. Her heart pounded in fright and she jerked under him. She needed to get out from under him. She needed to get out...

  “Isabeau.” His arms closed tight around her and his finger nudged her chin toward him, encouraging her to look at him.

  She turned to face him but closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see what was in his gaze. She didn’t want him to see what was in hers.

  “Isabeau, look at me.” His voice was soft, but very firm.

  She opened her eyes and braced herself.

  There was a slight smile on his lips and warmth in his odd copper gaze. He was very pleased about something. “Your feelings have changed, have they not?”

  Huh? Fallon gritted her teeth. “No.”

  He snorted and rolled his eyes. His smile widened. “Toward me.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “You feel differently toward me.”

  Fallon opened her mouth to deny it, but closed her mouth instead. She didn’t believe in lying.

  He raised his brows. “Yes?”

  She licked her bottom lip where his thumb had been and desperately wanted to agree, just to please him. This need for his approval was the most frightening thing she’d ever felt. It honestly felt as if she would die without it. Her breath stuttered in her throat and a fist crushed around her heart. She couldn’t make herself say no, but she couldn’t make herself say yes, either.

  He smiled. “You do feel it. Don’t you?”

  Sprawled across his folded knees, her breath stopped completely and tears streaked down her cheeks.

  “Ah ...” His arms closed tight around her. He crushed her to his chest and sat up, taking her with him. “You do.”

  Fallon wrapped her arms around his neck in complete dismay at wanting to be held just like this. He didn’t smell wrong, he smelled right, and good ... and strong. And it hurt. She could feel her heart ripping completely in half. She dug her nails into her arms and held her breath to keep the feeling at bay. Silent tears dripped down her cheeks and spattered down his back.

  His lips brushed her ear. “It’s all right. This is supposed to happen. You’ve taken an impression.”

  What? She had to gulp for breath before she could speak. “How can I have two impressions?”

  He sighed and his cheek rubbed against hers. “You can’t.”

  She froze and anger flashed at the back of her skull. Her tears dried instantly. “My feelings have not changed for Sobehk.”

  “I suspected that they hadn’t.” His hand swept down her spine. “I don’t think you ever impressed on him.”

  “What?” She tried to push back, to look in his face, but his arms tightened. She finally gave up and set her arms around his neck again, letting him hold her. “If it’s not ... that, then what’s going on?”

  “Isabeau, what you feel for him is different from what you feel for me, yes?”

  She frowned. “Yes.” Very different, almost the complete reverse of each other.

  “You want to comfort him, you want to care for him, you want to make sure he’s safe. Yes?”

  Her frown deepened. “Yes.”

  “But you want me to care for you, yes?”

  She stilled in alarm. That was exactly what she was feeling.

  “Isabeau, if you had impressed on him, you would not have yelled at him for being foolish. With no physical contact for almost two whole days, impression would have driven you insane to get him to bleed for you, or fuck you.”

  Fallon shook her head. “That’s stupid. He was hurt ...”

  He chuckled. “No, it is instinct for a rehkyt .” He sighed. “What you feel for me is more basic, more physical, and very primal.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

  “Isabeau, you love him.”

  She froze and her heart turned over. Love?

  “But you need me, physically. You want to be mine.”

  His? She frowned and shook her head slowly, even as her eyes filled and spilled over. No . She didn’t want to be anybody’s. So what if he’d put his DNA in her body? That was her body, not her heart, not her soul. I’m still me, inside, where it counts. Her arms tightened around his neck and her nails cut into her forearms. I don’t need anybody. Anger was a refreshing heat that swamped the feeling of helplessness trying to overtake her.

  He caught her shoulders and pushed her back to stare into her eyes. “No?” A smile played at the corner of his mouth. “You’re quite sure?”

  Fallon set her jaw and nodded.

  His brow lifted. “Then you won’t mind taking a shower by yourself?”

  She glanced down. She was covered in brown smears of dried blood and other bodily fluids. She was seriously nasty. She grinned defiantly at him. “Are you kidding? I would kill for a shower and some privacy.”

  He nodded. “Very well.” He pushed her up, and his cocks slid from her body.

  Fallon winced as the piercing bars at the end of his cocks slipped free. She stood up on the filthy mattress on shaky legs. Every muscle in her body ached and shivered. Thick gobs of moisture slid down her thighs. She grimaced. “Oh, gross ...”

  He rose to his feet, his long braid swinging at his hips. “You don’t like being dirty?” He stepped behind her and tugged free the thing he’d put in her data jack.

  She winced. “I hate being dirty.”

  “I see.” He stepped past her and strode toward where Sobehk’s bed had been.

  Fallon turned and fol
lowed. She blinked. A massive and complicated tattoo sketched across his shoulders and swept down his back in swirls of dark blue ink. It was all sweeping lines and points, like thorns, but it didn’t seem to be a picture. It was more a design ... but something about it nagged at her. The shape was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

  At the head of the room, Khan moved to the left of the colorful but completely incomprehensible holographic display. He pressed his palm on the blank wall. The wall spiraled open into an oval door. He turned to face her. “Take all the time you need. I’ll shower after you.” His smile held open anticipation, but a touch of cruelty seemed to hover on the edges.

  Fallon grabbed her elbows and slipped past him. He was up to something.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Fallon looked around with interest. The small facility was very spare, with plain steel walls, a covered sink, and a zero-gravity commode commanding the back wall. A shower stall was set into the wall on her right, with towels hanging on the left of the shower’s sliding door. The towels seemed silly. There was a perfectly good water collector unit in the shower itself.

  The chance to use the commode in utter privacy was near blissful. She pulled the shower door open and the interior light went on. The walls were highly reflective, but she was only interested in turning on the hot water. She wasn’t interested in knowing exactly how filthy she was.

  She got the water on and stepped under the spray with her eyes closed. The burning hot water poured down her head and spilled down her body in fierce rivulets. The scratches and bites on her ached under the water’s heat, even as her muscles loosened and unknotted. She pressed her palms against the wall, moaning in sheer animal pleasure. She dashed the water from her eyes and reached for the soap.

  Arm outstretched, Fallon blinked at her nude reflection. Her over-large emerald green eyes widened, and her deep-red lips parted in surprise. What the fuck ...?

  Frost-white streaks from her temples blazed in the midnight darkness of her well-beyond-shoulder-length hair. The graceful tips of pointed ears peeked out from her overlong mane. Her bruised and somewhat battered skin gleamed under the water like burnished gold.