one,” Lorne said smugly. “She likes to lick cock. We
should test to see just how much she enjoys the act.”
Garon
narrowed his gaze on her. “Yet you have not had a man’s cock in you. Not so
wild from where I stand. Rather tame. Rather Earthly.”
She
growled and glanced at his wrap. It was then she noticed the bulge in it. He
wasn’t unaffected by her naked state. Far from it. She grinned. “Fine. If you
don’t want me and my repressed Earthly ways, then Lorne can have his turn now.
If I’m going to lose my virginity it might as well be given to him first. After
all, I’ll be wearing his whatever on my collar thingie.”
Lorne
smiled.
Garon
roared and shot forward, sounding more animal than man. His body was suddenly
over hers. His mouth too close to her as he spoke, his tone low, threatening.
“My cock shall be the first to break your barrier. It is my right as first
husband. Am I clear?”
“We’re not
married,” she shot back. Teon wasn’t sure where her confidence was coming from,
because she actually wanted to slink down and bow before him. He was that commanding.
His jaw
set. “Must everything with you be an argument?”
She simply
stared at him.
“I should
have selected another,” he stated. “I foolishly believed you to be meek and
willing. You are neither. Cover yourself and go prepare our dinner.”
Hurt that
he’d admit to wanting another, Teon lowered her gaze and pulled at the sheet on
the bed. She was just about to cover herself when she felt a lone tear splash
down her cheek.
Garon
caught her wrist gently. He glanced to Lorne. “Leave us.”
Lorne
nodded and left the room.
“You
weep?” Garon asked, still holding her wrist, preventing her from covering
herself. “Why? I have caused you no physical harm.”
She tried
to harden herself. “The situation. Do you think I wanted to be here? On this
planet? Forced into this situation with two men I don’t know? I know you don’t
want me, that I displease you, but you should know I didn’t want this. I didn’t
get a choice.”
Garon
watched her from his dark eyes for what felt like forever. “You believe I do
not desire you?”
She
nodded.
He eased
closer, his free hand coming to a stop just shy of her left breast. “Your scent
consumes me. The thought of your body wrapped around my cock is all that runs
through my mind. My body has been hard since you stepped off the ship and it
shows no signs of stopping. All I wish is to be buried deep in your womb,
releasing my seed, but I sense your fear, I sense your reluctance to share your
body. The idea makes you wet but the reality scares you. I will not force your
hand. I will not permit Lorne to do so either. Not that he really would.”
Teon
soaked in what he was saying. With a shaky breath, she took hold of his
outstretched hand. She couldn’t stop herself as the tears burst free. She
launched herself at Garon, tossing her arms around his neck as she smashed her
breasts against his chest. She hugged him, crying openly. After a few seconds,
his arms eased around her and the movements seemed awkward for him.
She didn’t
care. She needed to be held.
Chapter Six
Lorne
observed Garon embracing Teon and could not stop the splay of a smile as it
slid over his lips. He knew goading the two of them would move things along.
He’d known Garon since birth and knew how the man’s mind worked. And the female
wasn’t at all hard to read. She needed to feel comfort, to feel love before she
would accept them fully, before she would trust them enough to submit to them
fully. He was aware of as much.
His body
ached, needing release. He considered visiting one of the Pleasure Houses but
resisted. The promise of a woman of his own, or rather, a woman to share with
his best friend as their own, was too alluring. He didn’t want a random woman’s
mouth wrapped around his cock right now. He did not want to be buried balls
deep in just another pussy. He wanted to sample
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