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  Both Xia and his cock, slick with her juices, protested. But when he said, “I want to lick you,” she was more than willing to be flipped onto her back, spread for his delectation.

  He took one light, teasing lick. “Delicious,” he purred. “Good enough to eat.”

  “Then do it.” Xia’s hands tangled in his hair.

  He could have broken her hold, could have reclaimed dominance.

  But melting a woman’s brain was its own way of staking a claim.

  And if those strong, little hands and the occasional prick of claws against the skin of his nape were staking a claim on him too, he couldn’t think of a thing wrong with that.

  Not that he was in the mood to think about anything but Xia’s sex open to his tongue and fingers, the intoxicating way she smelled and tasted, the noises she made as he explored. Great Cat Mother, Lady of All Creation, this woman was a miracle.

  Great stars, his tongue. His marling tongue. Sandpaper crossed with velvet, and Xia couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than the way that clever tongue explored her folds, devoured her juices. The slight roughness balanced the sweetness, gave her pleasure an edge that she could ride.

  He nipped at her mound and her last vestiges of control snapped. Her claws slipped out, lashed at the skin of his shoulders, before she coerced her hands back under her guidance and moved them away from Rahal’s skin to clutch at the cushions by her side. Scratching was good, but she was too far gone to trust herself not to do more damage than she wanted to. Cushions could be replaced more easily than skin could be regenned.

  The pleasure swirled as big and bright and beautiful as a spiral nebula, but the slight rasp of that clever, sensitive tongue held her on edge without quite sending her flying. “So good,” she managed to gasp. “Just a little…”

  Rahal raised his head just enough to say, “Touch yourself, kitten. Play with your nipples.” Then he threw himself back into the serious game of driving her mad.

  She managed to keep her claws retracted at first, pinching and teasing without pain. But as Rahal’s tongue found nerve endings she swore no one had ever discovered before, she let the sharp, curved talons spring from their sheaths. No drawing blood—that felt good only when someone else did it—but teasing at danger, adding a bright edge of pain that swirled red in the nebula of pleasure.

  “Please,” she wailed. “So good. Oh marling stars, Rahal…”

  He picked up speed then, flicking her clit with that agile tongue. And just when she thought she couldn’t take more, when she wanted to beg for mercy but could no longer find words, and even if she did, wasn’t sure if mercy was what she wanted, Rahal entered her with two fingers. He curved them to find the most sensitive spot inside her and pumped as he licked.

  Xia went into orbit with a roar like an old-fashioned rocket powered with combustible fuels instead of fission, the kind that sometimes blew up.

  And as she did, the door opened.

  “Sir, your two o’clock appoint…” The digitized voice trailed off. Secretary ’bots had social programming and rudimentary emotions, but apparently no one had upgraded this model to deal with felinoid spontaneity. Either that or Rahal thought it was funny to watch the poor ’bot’s firmware fry. In any case, Xia heard the secretary ’bot clanking off in retreat, its programming probably in an uproar over how to handle the literally sticky situation.

  But someone remained in the room. Xia couldn’t quite bring herself to open her eyes yet, but she sensed his presence. She couldn’t say what told her the new arrival was male and no immediate danger to her and Rahal, but she knew it, just as she’d known exactly where Nitari Belesku was in the dark museum.

  She promised herself that later she’d examine why she felt safe to keep her eyes closed and enjoy the moment. Why she felt so certain Rahal was in control of the situation and could, if necessary, keep her safe.

  Rahal pushed himself up and knelt between Xia’s thighs. As his hands lifted her up and guided her onto his straining cock, he said, “Oh right. Karn ‘the Viking’ Anders! You were on the schedule for this afternoon and I was looking forward to meeting you in person at last. But I lost track of time. No…” he punctuated with a hard thrust, “…time lost track of my friend and me. Great for us, awkward for you.”

  “I understand.” The voice that replied was deep, growly, yet with hints of expensive education and smoothstyle culture. While Rahal’s cock and hands should have claimed all of Xia’s attention, she couldn’t help noticing the voice was damn sexy. “Time can lose all significance between the right legs… and those are fine legs.”

  “Pull up a cushion and enjoy the show until it’s time to talk weapons. Or sit out in the hall if you’d rather, but I’d recommend the show. Otherwise, you’ll have to reschedule and I think my next free slot’s sometime next week. The ’bot will know, though it may need to be reset before it can handle setting up an appointment. Overly sensitive programming, poor thing.” Rahal sounded all business or what passed for all business from a felinoid for whom even serious topics didn’t always provoke serious responses. But as he talked to the new arrival, he kept fucking, hips working in a circle, hands gripping Xia’s hips and pulling her in to meet his strong thrusts as if the guy nicknamed Viking weren’t there.

  It was hot as the core of a star.

  The man with the sexy voice chuckled. “I’ll make myself comfortable. That is, if the lady doesn’t mind. Never pays to piss off a woman with claws.”

  Xia craned her neck and found herself looking into a pair of very blue human eyes as the two-o’clock appointment settled himself on a cushion, long legs folded under him. “Oh no,” she said with a purr. “The lady doesn’t mind at all. Pretty-pretty must be in season on this planet.”

  “Just got here yesterday,” the man said, sounding an adorable combination of aroused and embarrassed. “Maybe the season came with me.”

  The embarrassment was endearing, especially since he didn’t look like someone who’d get embarrassed by much of anything. This human—tall and buff with neat, short white-blond hair and wearing a long coat of tan leather and skintight pants in the same shade—was almost as tastily tough as Rahal. Her cunt clenched around Rahal at the thought of the stranger being an audience.

  A participant would be even better, but humans weren’t always that easygoing about sex. And while she and Rahal had clicked instantly on many levels, she didn’t want to push him by inviting the guy to play too. Too much was riding on her bargain with the warlord.

  But she didn’t need to worry about that. “Space is a cold, lonely place, Viking,” Rahal said. “If you want to warm yourself, just ask. I won’t speak for Xia and she can veto me, but I always figure the more the merrier.”

  Well, that solved the etiquette dilemma! Xia nodded and beckoned.

  The human let out a strangled moan and crawled closer.

  Chapter Ten

  Cal froze when the secretary ’bot opened the door on a scene straight out of a porn holo. A nasty porn holo, he thought when he spotted the blood, the violent kind illegal on all respectable planets and even most of the rough-and-ready ones. But both parties were bleeding, the big warlord even more than his petite partner, and that suggested a consensual game rather than nonconsensual violence. Not to mention the cry the woman let out as he walked in had definitely been one of pleasure.

  All right then, it was fun and games. Felinoids might be wired to respond to rough play and a bit of bloodshed, being predators and all. Or maybe these two were just kinky. There was nothing wrong with that if everyone was having a good time.

  Even if it was boggling to walk in on.

  Then his eyes focused properly, saw past his confusion.

  The woman was Xia Suarez, and if he’d thought she was stunning before, it was only because he hadn’t had time to imagine how she’d look naked and fucking a gorgeous man. Like this, she glowed like a s
tar.

  And Rahal Mizyar looked even more disturbingly attractive balls deep inside a beautiful woman. That ass. That muscled back. Those startlingly green eyes all drunk on lust, yet somehow as keen as ever.

  What would his cover persona do? Cal Janssen was too cautious to throw himself into a threesome with strangers, especially when one was a known criminal mastermind and the other was the target of his investigation. But Karn “the Viking” Anders, arms dealer, would be bolder and cockier. He wanted to make an impression on the warlord and the warlord had asked him to play. The actual Karn the Viking was known to be omnisexual, bending whichever way seemed like a good idea at the time.

  He couldn’t imagine Karn the Viking would want Xia one bit less than Cal Janssen did, and he’d have no reason not to have fun with her as long as she was willing. And if Karn could score with his potential customer, it would just add to the fun. It would blow his cover not to play along.

  At least that was what Cal told himself as he flung off his duster and made his way to the couple on the pile of expensive, gaudy pillows.

  He wasn’t quite ready to take the rest of his clothes off. That seemed like too much of a commitment to the ruse, almost like admitting he wanted Xia so much it hurt and desired Rahal only a little less urgently.

  But Xia was a feast he couldn’t possibly resist. Her breasts, especially, so pretty, flushed with her recent orgasm. And the two sets of tiny nipples below her actual breasts were also pink and swollen, demanding their own share of his attention. Stars, all of her was a feast.

  It also didn’t help that Rahal was looking at him expectantly with sharp green eyes, even while he fucked Xia.

  Cal stretched out next to Xia. She twisted in a way that a human could probably only do if she was a gymnast or took yoga very, very seriously, and pulled him in to a kiss.

  Her tongue was raspy and soft at the same time, a texture he could compare to nothing else. Similar in texture to a cat’s tongue—though he drew the line several light-years away from deep kissing four-footed house pets, so he was working off imagination here—but not the same. More velvety, more agile and infinitely more knowing, with all the force of Xia’s personality behind it.

  He let his own tongue run over her teeth. She nipped, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to remind him those incisors were sharp. Carnivore teeth. Predator teeth.

  Petite and beautiful she might be, but she’d done serious damage to an assassin, with no weapons except those teeth and the claws sheathed in her deceptively human-looking hands. Maybe playing the Viking was affecting him in odd ways because that reminder of Xia’s nature seemed like the hottest thing ever. He groaned into her mouth, threw himself into the kiss and let his hands explore.

  Like all felinoids, she had visible fur only on her ears and tail, but her skin felt downy, as if she were made of velvet or cloaked in the lightest pelt imaginable, invisible to the naked eye. And her skin was hot, hotter than a human’s. Just different enough to be exotic in the same way her breasts felt like delicious human ones, but there were those tantalizing secondary nipples as well. When she made a strangled noise and arched to meet his hand, Cal couldn’t resist any longer.

  He took one pert nipple in his mouth. His hand strayed, not to the other breast, but to one of the secondary nipples. He’d never been with a felinoid before, but he’d heard the secondary nipples were sensitive but often neglected by lovers of other species.

  Besides, it gave him a chance to run his hand over more of her velvet skin, which couldn’t be a bad thing.

  Both the nipple in his mouth and the ones he touched with his fingers were hard already, but crinkled even more at his caress. She arched her spine as if she wanted to feed him her breast.

  She was luscious. She smelled like sunlight and fire. And when she placed one clawed hand on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck, he thought he might never want to move again, except to turn his attention to a different nipple.

  He could have stayed that way forever, despite his aching cock, until Xia purred, “I bet your friend Viking is yummy. I’d like to suck him, Rahal. Is that going to freak you out? It’s too nice a day for us to get into a fight.”

  Rahal smiled at her, a smile that could light up the blackness between star systems. “I can’t be two places at once, gorgeous. If I can’t do it myself, the next best thing is watching.”

  Cal couldn’t break down the mixture of arousal, excitement and panic that fueled his racing heartbeat. The idea of that sensual mouth with its dangerously sharp teeth and amazing tongue working on his cock was enough to drive him mad. And knowing it would happen under Rahal’s watchful eyes… Stars, he just hoped he didn’t go nova as quickly as an inexperienced boy.

  But some parts of the process needed to be rushed. Getting his pants off, for one. Not being as agile as a felinoid, Cal had to sit up and do some squirming to undress. Xia was giggling before he got too far.

  When he was naked at last, she exclaimed, “Ooh, pretty. Isn’t he pretty, Rahal?”

  Rahal smirked. “Not quite as pretty as me. But you can’t help not having a tail, and everything else is…highly decorative.” He narrowed his eyes appraisingly. “And functional too. Come here, Viking. I can’t let Xia have all the fun.”

  Cal froze for about two heartbeats, not because he didn’t want Rahal to touch him, but because he wanted it enough it marling terrified him.

  Karn the Viking, though, wouldn’t be wrestling with Cal’s occasional shyness and relative inexperience with males. If Karn hesitated, Cal figured, it would be because he didn’t want to interrupt things with Xia or he wanted to do things on his own terms. To not act like he was letting Rahal take the lead, even if Rahal was leading exactly where he wanted to go. So he growled, “Give me a sec. You’re damn hot yourself but I’m not rushing what I’m doing,” then swooped in to kiss Xia again.

  He could lose himself in her so easily. Lush and strong, and, stars, the way she smelled. He couldn’t describe it other than sex on legs. And when her arms closed around him, her claws pricking at his skin, he didn’t want to let go.

  Luckily for him, perhaps, Xia ended the kiss. “Someone else’s turn,” she said, sounding almost as happy to send him to Rahal as she had been to enjoy his attentions.

  All he had to do was turn around and rise onto his knees.

  And that was the hardest thing he’d ever done. Cal had solved murders and tracked down bank robbers and uncovered environmental sabotage that would have destroyed entire ecosystems if it had continued unchecked. He’d helped capture the real Karn the Viking. But turning and embracing Rahal was more challenging than any of those, and more starkly terrifying.

  Which didn’t stop his cock from being hard enough to dent titanium, even before those hard, muscular arms pulled him close. Even before Rahal’s mouth ravaged his.

  And certainly before Rahal’s hand cupped his balls then drew up the length of his cock.

  Every nerve ending in Cal’s body came to fiery life. Even with the thought of Xia’s enticing mouth waiting for him, Cal wanted more of this feeling. Rahal was moving the whole time, fucking Xia, and yet he somehow managed not to seem distracted. He was fully present, fully with Cal, but at the same time, Cal sensed he was focused on the cat-girl as well, as if he were greater than the sum of his impressive parts. Everything about the man felt hard and dangerous, even his lips, kissing as if he wanted to devour Cal alive.

  All too soon, Rahal pulled back from the kiss and moved his hand from Cal’s aching cock to Cal’s cheek. “Look at me, Viking. I bet those blue eyes go all stormy the more excited you get. I want to see that.”

  Cal gulped and obeyed.

  Rahal began to stroke his cock again, the same lazy, delicious rhythm as he thrust into Xia.

  Xia mewled something. It might have been words or just a nonsensical cry of pleasure, but Cal couldn’t focus on the actual syl
lables, just the lilting music of her voice blending with Rahal’s growl-purr and the rush of his own blood to create an intense erotic tapestry of sound. His balls pulled closer to his body and his body stretched taut, preparing to explode.

  Xia made a sad little noise as if she knew she was about to be cheated and Cal bit his lip hard in an effort to pull back from the brink.

  Rahal finished one last long, luxurious caress, then shoved gently at Cal’s chest. “Your come has a prior engagement. Otherwise I’d stroke you until you blasted where my cock and Xia’s cunt meet.”

  The bluntly erotic words didn’t exactly help Cal get a grip on his sanity. But they did propel him back to Xia. “Need you,” he managed to say.

  “Of course you do.” She still sounded chirpy, even though her body quaked from Rahal’s thrusts, faster and harder now, lifting her off the cushions with their intensity.

  Then she took him in. Her eyes rolled back into her head as if she was overwhelmed by pleasure. He wanted to do the same but for a few seconds he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock plunge into that hot, eager mouth, watch the movements of her hands that were maybe half the size of Rahal’s, but, oh stars, just as skilled in their own way.

  “Yum,” she sputtered, his cock halfway into her mouth, one hand on his balls, the other circling his shaft. “Even better than I imagined.” At least that was what he knew she must have said. It was all a cock-muffled blur and at that point Cal couldn’t think of anything he’d rather hear, except the chorus of cries and moans they’d all produce when they came.

  At this moment, Cal would testify that nothing in the cosmos—not the Horseshoe Nebula, not the ten-kilometer-high Falls of Laskar, not the Sea of Miltas under the light of four full moons—was more beautiful than Xia’s lovely mouth stretched and distorted as she sucked his dick. Nothing more beautiful than Xia’s body joining with Rahal’s. He wanted to keep watching, keep seeing the lush, crazy-lovely spectacle. That talented, slightly raspy tongue and the occasional hint of those sharp fangs created sensations unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’d enjoyed plenty of blow jobs in his life, and they’d all been good—face it, even awkward oral sex from an inexperienced lover had its merits—but this was remarkable.