Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Is this okay? Do you want this?
Bright gave a single, slow nod—his consent, given freely, even in this twisted scene. It was the one thread of control he could offer her.
Relief washed over her features, mingling with the lingering heat of her blush. She sank to her knees on the cold stage, the position one of utter submission that sent another jolt of pure, raw lust straight to his groin. Her small, delicate hands reached for the scrap of leather that barely covered him. She pushed it aside, and his shaft sprang free, thick and already fully erect, the broad head dark with need.
She leaned forward and Bright bit back a gasp. The cool air was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of Noelle’s breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. Gods, was she really going to do this? Was the curvy little Elite really going to suck his shaft in front of this crowd?
Apparently so. Her lips parted and she placed a single, soft, impossibly hot kiss right on the broad head of his cock, where a pearl of precum was already beading.
A groan built in Bright’s chest—a sound of pure, undiluted pleasure.
But before her mouth could close around him, a booming voice which was a discordant chorus of three different tones, echoed through the hall.
"No!" it roared.
All eyes turned to the Trollox, the monstrous three-headed troll-like creatures seated in the front row. All three heads were awake and alert now, Bright saw. One head was leering, another scowling, and the third was looking on with dull curiosity. The leering middle head spoke again.
"We want to see her suck both at once!" it demanded. “Don’t we, boys?” The other two heads nodded dutifully, though Bright thought the stupid one didn’t appear to know what it was agreeing to.
A wave of murmurs and enthusiastic agreement surged through the crowd. Apparently there were other buyers in the audience that liked this idea as well.
The auctioneer tapped her chin with a long fingernail, considering.
"Oh, very well. A hot sexual display never hurt the final price." She turned her predatory gaze to the other side of the stage, where Burn stood, his expression a thundercloud of contained fury. "You! Come here and put your shaft against your friend's."
Burn’s growl was low and vicious—a promise of violence that vibrated in the air. He didn't move an inch.
The auctioneer didn't bother repeating herself. She simply raised the silver remote and pressed a button. A sharp, crackling sizzle filled the air, and Burn’s massive body jerked, a strangled cry of pain tearing from his throat as the shock collar delivered its punishment. His fists clenched until his knuckles went white, but he had no choice. He took a heavy, reluctant step, then another, until he was standing beside Bright, shoulder to shoulder.
With a look of pure, unadulterated hatred directed at the auctioneer, Burn reached down and yanked his own loincloth aside. His shaft was freed, just as impressive as Bright’s and considerably thicker—a testament to their shared Kindred lineage. None of their people was ever small in the equipment department—the Goddess made sure all her sons were well-endowed, the better to please their brides.
"Good, now put them together so she can reach you both," the alien auctioneer demanded, her voice sharp. “Hurry up—we don’t have all day for this auction!”
Bright and Burn exchanged a single, swift glance. They had shared a bed since they’d moved to the Mother Ship and had guarded each other’s backs in a hundred deadly skirmishes. They were as close as two males could be without the mystical connection of a formal Twin-Bond.
This kind of intimacy was new, but the trust between them was tried and true. It didn't bother Bright to have his bare shaft touching Burn’s—it was just another form of their closeness—another shared trial. Besides, if they were ever able to form the Twin-Bond, their shafts would have to fuse in order to Bond their female to them. So this wasn’t so unusual.
He saw the same acceptance and the same grim resolve reflected in Burn’s dark eyes. There was no disgust, only a shared, furious determination to survive this humiliation and protect Noelle.
They nodded at each other, a mutual, silent consent.
Then, moving in unison, they angled their hips. The broad, slick heads of their shafts met, rubbing together with a soft, wet sound that seemed loud and lurid in the sudden hush of the auction hall.
Bright clenched his jaw. The contact was electric—a strange and potent friction that amplified the heat coursing through his veins. He could feel the solid, living weight of Burn against him—the proof of his best friend’s parallel arousal.
"Good! Now suck them both—hurry up!" the auctioneer commanded Noelle, her patience clearly at an end.
Noelle looked up at the two of them, her eyes wide, taking in the sight of the two thick, rigid lengths pressed together. She sought their eyes again, one after the other, a final plea for permission in this escalating madness.