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woman’s cunt with his own ejaculate.
    Had Garnet come for Antonio the way she’d come for him at their mating? Had she liked feeling Antonio’s lips on hers, his tongue fucking her mouth while his fingers found the erogenous zones on her perfect gleaming skull? A wave of unfamiliar possessiveness rose in Romulus. Garnet belonged to him.
    Of course Antonio was part of him, figuratively speaking. That didn’t keep Romulus from clenching his fists when he spied the other man sleeping peacefully at Garnet’s other side. Feeling strangely territorial, Romulus drew her closer still, until her flat belly lay flush with his and his cock nestled between her warm, firm thighs.
    Her rounded ass cheeks cushioned his fingers…and Antonio’s half-hard cock. The resilient baby-soft flesh fascinated Romulus. Judging from Antonio’s hard-on, her asshole apparently beckoned his cock much the way it did his own, and that disturbed and confused him. Always submissive when they fucked, Antonio had never even hinted that he’d like to use Romulus’ ass the way Romulus regularly used his.
    Romulus had to demonstrate his dominance, his total possession of the woman he’d taken as his mate. Nonetheless, he had no wish to hurt the man he loved, even if Antonio had recently seemed to develop a mind of his own.
    For the first time Romulus contemplated giving up the bedmate he’d enjoyed for so long. Not that he didn’t love Antonio. Perhaps he’d buy his life companion a sexbot. Or provide him with a comely eunuch sex slave from one of his emporiums.
    But not now. Now Garnet’s delicious body lured him. Romulus slid from the bed, lifted Garnet in his arms and carried her to the fucking platform Antonio had erected near the window. It seemed appropriate that the platform overlooked a courtyard rampant with blooms from all over the galaxy, for he realized his mate was one of the finest flowers of all. Romulus counted himself a lucky man.
    “Antonio!” he called once he had Garnet positioned the way he wanted her—facedown on the platform, her legs spread in stirrups and her delectable ass at the proper angle to take his cock.
    Antonio rolled over, a surprised look on his face, but he soon scrambled out of bed and onto shaky feet. “Yes, Master.”
    “Come here. I want you to pleasure my mate.” On his order, Antonio approached and slid submissively onto the lower level of the platform.
    At least Antonio hadn’t forgotten who was Master. Romulus watched him slide into position, squelching a protest when Antonio seemed to rub his chest deliberately against Garnet’s full breasts. After all, this was what Romulus had ordered him to do. “Touch her,” he said, not happy about the unfamiliar waves of possessiveness that assailed him.
    “How?”
    “Caress her the way you touch me. Stroke her scalp. Kiss her. Use your tongue to fuck her mouth.” He had no reason to be jealous. None at all. After all, whatever Antonio did, he did on Romulus’ orders.
    “May I fuck her again, Master?”
    Antonio sounded eager. Too damn eager. “No.” Henceforth, the only cock to fill his mate’s sweet cunt would be his. Romulus didn’t know when he’d decided that, but he had. “You may use the dildos to pleasure Garnet. Her cunt is mine, and so is her ass—at least until I’ve sampled it for myself.”
     
    If Garnet hadn’t been on sensual overload, she’d have laughed out loud at her mate’s sudden wave of possessiveness. Not a half day earlier, Romulus had been willing—no, eager was the word—to share her with Antonio. Though the idea of it had horrified her, the reality had proved incredibly pleasurable. Now it seemed her mate only intended to share parts of her—the parts he apparently considered weren’t as personal as the wet, swollen channel between her legs.
    Oh gods. Her mate was tonguing her cunt, flailing her clit until it was a rigid ball of nerves. His warm breath tickled her mound while he used his fingers to work the