She pushed back, catching her breath. “I was sucking Ash’s cock. Help me finish.”

  When she turned she caught sight of Ash, fist wrapped around his cock moving up and off completely, over and over, starting at his balls, ending at the head.

  “It’s so sexy to see a man do that,” she said moving toward him. A faint smile tilted the corner of his mouth.

  “What, Freka?”

  “You. So easy in your skin, assured of your sexual allure. It’s very,” she shivered, “engaging.”

  There was no mistaking the pleasure on his face at her words. “Can’t be nearly as sexy as watching you on your hands and knees crawling toward me to suck me off.”

  She smiled. “That too I suppose.” Reaching out, she grabbed him, sliding his hand away and taking over. “Now, where was I?”

  “I think you were right here,” Brandt said before showing her, taking Ash’s cock into his mouth.

  She nearly came right then at the sight. A sight she’d fantasized about ever since she’d learned they’d been together sexually. The fantasy had nothing on the reality. Gorgeous. That’s what it was watching Brandt’s mouth work Ash’s cock in a slow descent and then back up over and over as she held her breath.

  When he pulled off, he looked to her with a grin. “Well? Was it what you expected?”

  She moved her lips but no words came out. Ash laughed and Brandt leaned in to kiss her, moving their mouths down toward Ash’s cock. Ash’s laugh turned into a strangled groan when they made contact in a tangle of lips and tongue against each other.

  “Gods!” Ash gripped her hair as he seeped salty fluid.

  “I love how your semen tastes,” she murmured around the head, into Brandt’s mouth.

  It was Brandt’s turn to groan as she reached out to grab his cock and give it a fondle, not too rough, not too gentle.

  “Try this,” Brandt said and she moved back to watch him take Ash into his mouth. “Now you.”

  Sera took Ash’s cock deep once and once again and pulled off, alternating with Brandt over and over. Sensual yes, but also fun, carefree.

  Ash interrupted their game after a while. “Enough. Sera, I want to come in your mouth.”

  Brandt moved back and she positioned herself in front of Ash and began to suck him again. Licking, flicking, lapping at his cock and over the head.

  Brandt stroked his fingers up and down the line of her spine, nearly in time with her movement over Ash’s cock. Ash drew close. Her fingers joined with Brandt’s, she cupped Ash’s balls and tickled a bit over the pucker of his rear passage. He groaned. When the two of them pushed in a bit, he jerked, surprised.

  Hmm. She figured a bit of cocksucking between them sure, but neither one bottomed to that extent she’d wager by the way he’d tightened up.

  She hummed around his cock in her mouth just imagining it, the thrust and sweat between them, grinding and writhing. The play of muscles beneath the gleaming skin.

  So engrossed in her fantasy, she didn’t realize she’d moved one hand to her pussy to finger her clit until Brandt moved it away.

  “Oh no, Sera. That’s mine to touch. And I will in a moment.”

  Her snort of annoyance seemed to amuse them both. Soon Ash began to roll his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth at his own pace.

  “That’s the way. Yes, that’s right, so good.” Ash groaned, his muscles stiffening as he came, filling her with his taste, blinding her with the need to please him.

  He collapsed, taking her with him to the bed, his arms around her.

  “You’re beautiful, Sera. Everything. So sexy I can’t breathe sometimes.” He kissed her temple and then down the line of her jaw.

  “Thank you. I love you too. I also loved sucking your cock with Brandt’s help. We’ll have to try that the other way.”

  Ash laughed. “Anything for you. He’s got a very nice cock. You do a better job but I’m always happy to render my assistance.”

  “First we need to see to our woman. She was fingering her clit quite feverishly some moments ago.” Brandt pushed her thighs apart.

  “You were? Hmm, did you get permission for that?” Ash raised a brow.

  She sniffed her indignance. “I don’t need permission to touch my own clit.”

  Brandt laughed. “Perhaps we need to make that part of our arrangement. No coming without permission.”

  It was her turn to laugh. “I think not. I love submitting to you both, but I won’t cede something like that.”

  “Fair enough. What were you thinking about?” Ash spoke against her skin as he moved down to her nipple.

  “You and Brandt. Oh, yes.” She sighed when Brandt slid his tongue through her cunt. She’d just had sex— exhaustive, double penetrative sex—with them four hours ago and she needed it again. What they did to her.

  “Should I ask for more detail? You said it like you had a deliciously naughty secret.” Ash tugged the nipple ring with the tip of his tongue and she sucked in a breath.

  Brandt pressed his face into the flesh of her cunt and brushed his lips over her clit from side to side. The slick slide of his mouth against her sensitive pussy sent bright threads of pleasure through her, painted against the backs of her eyelids.

  “Just imagining the two of you, thrusting, writhing, covered in sweat,” she gasped out. Brandt slid two fingers deep into her gate and hooked them, finding her sweet spot and brushing the tips of his fingers over it. “Have you ever taken each other like that? Fucked each other?” Just saying it made her flush.

  Ash stiffened and then relaxed. “Hmm. Well a little back door play with you is one thing. But no, we haven’t. I don’t know if it’ll ever happen. Perhaps one day.”

  He kissed down her belly and she raised herself on her elbows to watch him join Brandt.

  They moved in concert, pushing her knees up and apart so she was on her back again, her knees against her chest, open wide to them.

  A shiver worked through her at being so exposed, at the hungry look on Brandt’s face as he lowered it to her cunt again.

  And then Ash. Her every thought skittered away when suddenly two tongues licked at her. Fingers everywhere, pressing, playing, tickling. It was too much. So much it wasn’t quite enough either and she hung there, suspended on a wave of intense sensation. Immobile, breath held, desperate to come.

  “Give it to me, Freka. I want your orgasm. Brandt and I want it on our faces.”

  She wanted to arch, wanted to tighten her muscles but she was held immobile in that position, open to their mouths and hands and it was so good, so much. Her body didn’t quite know what to do.

  And then it began to happen. Wisps of sensation gathering in her toes, at the top of her head, in her fingertips. Building, building, building until she began to push back the panic.

  Before she could process it or worry it sucked her under and she heard nothing, felt nothing but the roar of pleasure as her body flooded with endorphins.

  * * *

  Brandt looked down at her as he and Ash put her legs back against the bed. The light from the big windows lit her body, glowed against her pretty, pale skin, now flushed with orgasm.

  Ash petted her, gentling those jumping muscles in her legs. Brandt watched, fascinated by the level of tenderness he’d never witnessed in Ash before Sera had stepped into their world.

  Big hands, big man—Brandt had seen Ash wade into a group of brawling men and toss them aside as if they were nothing more than dolls. Ash was ferocious, feral, hard, arrogant and fearsome and yet, he touched their woman like the precious gift she was.

  Then again, it wasn’t as if Sera was so very fragile physically. Brandt loved to look at the lines of her body. The muscled thighs and hard calves, the flat belly, the upper arms defined by holding weapons and humping around heavy loads of ammunition and packs of supplies. Despite that she emanated an effortless femininity. Not of a helpless sort, but it moved him nonetheless.

  All his life, Brandt had dealt with women who needed help. Women like his sister and his mother. Women who needed taking care of, or more accurately, bred to believe it was their right and station to be taken care of.

  That Sera submitted to their care in a sexual and romantic sense meant so much more because she didn’t need to. She could make her own living. Had done for many years. Her independence spiced and enhanced their relationship because topping her was a pleasure. A luxury in a sense.

  He snorted inwardly as her blue eyes opened up and focused on him. No wonder he’d never found a woman he’d wanted to give himself to totally. None were this woman. None held her beauty and unique strengths and weaknesses. Because that was part of it, he knew too. She had flaws, wounds, dark places within her and he wanted to accept the flaws and wounds while filling her dark places with light.

  “Your turn, Brandt.” Her lips curved up into a smile.

  “It’s always my turn when I’m with you. You feed every part of me,” he whispered as he lay beside her.

  She blinked quickly but he saw the bloom of emotion in her eyes. Loved that about her.

  “On top. I’m tired.”

  She rolled her eyes but kissed him as she moved to straddle his hips. “You don’t want me to suck your cock?”

  “There’s a lifetime for that. I want to be inside you.”

  Balanced above him, she went up on her thighs and everything inside him went still for long moments as she came back down, taking his cock into her cunt.

  “Are you all right?” He stayed her with a hand on her thigh. It hadn’t been so very long ago he and Ash had fucked her at the same time. He’d forgotten. A lapse he felt ashamed of. Her wellness should always be his top priority.

  “More than all right. You feel so good.” She looked down at him, reassuring him.

  She planted her palms on his belly and slowly rode him, rose and fell over his body all the while he hungrily watched her fuck him.

  Ash settled in next to them, hands behind his head. “It’s beautiful to see.”

  Brandt knew what he meant. Watching her with Ash made him feel the same mixture of awe, sexual desire and love. He only hoped they never swamped her with too much. Two needy men with an insatiable appetite for her body might be too much at times. They’d have to be aware of it.

  His climax approached, he knew. It’d lodged itself at the base of his spine, metallic in his mouth. It would happen when it wanted to. He was content to just be with her there.

  Ash reached between them to stroke her clit but she squeaked, grabbing his hand. “I can’t. You can make me come later. I promise,” she added when she saw his look.

  A soft exhalation left Brandt’s lips and he came, filling her. He caught a glimpse of her smile as her head fell back.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Sera looked at herself in the large mirror as she adjusted her weapons belt. Professional. Strong. In charge. Still, a tiny glimmer inside her taunted her confidence. This was their world—Brandt and Ash’s. The world of the Ranking Families and her place was subservient.

  Not in the way she submitted to her men. Their world saw her as a lesser human being. They’d taken so much from her without a single qualm because of that perception. She’d dedicated her life to the Federation and they still thought themselves above her.

  She shook her head. That wasn’t a place she wanted to go just then. Or ever for that matter. Ash and Brandt weren’t that way. She didn’t want them to feel she compared them to that.

  Her Sub-Commander’s pin shone on her shoulder. She’d earned it and she would see this situation through to the very end because it had to be done.

  Bending, she placed a knife in the sheath at her ankle and smoothed her pants over it. Her rings glinted in the light, easing her tension a small amount.

  As much as she longed to take out the people who’d betrayed The Federation and brought the deaths of those on the outposts, she did worry for Ash’s feelings. It couldn’t be avoided so she’d do her job, eradicate the threat and pick up the pieces when everything was over.

  The two men were in the communication center when she found them shortly after she’d finished changing. She stood in the doorway, watching them both. She’d seen them in undercover mode and when they dealt with Yager, but this side of them was new.

  Brandt communicated with a ground team of Federation troops who were moving into position to serve the arrest warrants on the Walker Family members. He spoke with command and precision. After their loving just minutes before, she’d replaited his hair, something she’d loved to do as he’d leaned back into her touch. There remained no softness about him just then, only power. The soldier on the other end obeyed him quickly and without question.

  Ash spoke with the Comandante, who seemed to be setting up a press conference for after the arrests. She shoved her urge to sneer and wince way beneath the surface, instead holding herself like the officer she was as she entered the view of the comm units.

  Ash signed off and turned to her, taking her in from the toes of the shined black combat boots to the top of her head. She’d ruthlessly tamed her hair into obedience. It lay smooth and shining against her skull but she knew from experience she only had a few hours before the curls would reassert themselves.

  She touched her hand to her forehead, saluting him and Ash snorted, returning it. “At ease, sub-commander. Are you completely armed? This may turn into a combat situation.”

  Nodding shortly she turned to show him the belt. “I’ve also got hidden weapons too. When do we go in?”

  “I’ve contacted my father and called a Family meeting. Everyone should be gathered within the hour. As a bonus, Perry and Kira are here and they’ll be in attendance.”

  Sera managed to keep her commentary to herself but Ash saw the slight roll of her eyes and laughed. “Like I said back in Nondal, petty works for you.”

  “Stop it now.” She shook her head and wrestled her smile.

  “News travels fast,” Ash murmured. “I’ve got an incoming comm. from my mother. I’d wager it has to do with our afternoon activities. Well, the ones we did in public anyway.”

  Sera blushed and stepped out from the line of the comm unit.

  “Hello, Mother. I’ll be seeing you shortly. What can I do for you?”

  “Ash, is it true?”

  “What?”

  Sera looked to Brandt, who met her gaze and grinned.

  “There’s a rumor circulating that Brandt has married his concubine!”

  “I’m receiving a message on the other line from Father. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Ash cut the transmission.

  “She’s currently lining up everything with a pussy and a Family name within this ‘Verse. You know that right?” Brandt clapped him on the shoulder on his way to Sera. “Are you ready?”

  Sera nodded.

  “Let’s go then.” Ash joined them. “There’s a full house over there. I said I had to discuss financial issues, which assures every seat will be filled.”

  “The troops are in place. They’ll wait for my signal and enter with the security codes you supplied us with.” Brandt buttoned the last gold button on his uniform and straightened his spine.

  They walked to the conveyance and Sera got in the back. At that point, she was a member of the team and hers was the lowest rank. She’d let them do most of the talking. She trusted them both to know just exactly how to handle the situation.

  * * *

  Once when she’d first moved in with Ash, she’d driven out to look at the Walker Family compound. Her younger self had been so impressed at the sight of the pale spires of the main house rising above the stone walls surrounding the large plot of land. She’d envisioned being at home there with her children, all with Ash’s pale blue eyes.

  Some lessons were learned best the hard way. The Sera she was now knew she’d never be welcomed behind those walls as anything other than a service worker. It had to be okay because there was no other choice. She had what was important, Ash at her side, forever. She’d take that and be grateful.

  The sentries saw Ash behind the wheel and opened the towering metal gates. And an entire world exposed itself to her eyes once they came around a long curve in the track to the house. Although house was probably not a word she’d have ever used to describe the towering, gigantic structure they drove toward.

  She leaned forward, mouth agape. “You grew up here? In that thing?”

  Ash nodded. “In one wing, yes.”

  “Wow.” She sat back without further comment. What else could she say? He’d grown up in a residence her own childhood home could fit in a thousand times over.

  “Good for playing hide and seek with my siblings. It’s awfully hard to get found in a place this size.” Ash met her gaze in the mirror and she smiled, thinking of Ash as a child.

  “Paul would have just left me and run off to meet his friends.”

  Brandt snorted. “I knew I liked your brother.”

  Ash parked and they all sat silent for a few moments.

  “Showtime. Hold steady, Sera. Do you understand? I can see hesitation in your face. Don’t. Not for a moment. Your place is at my side,” Ash said just before getting out.

  “You’re my wife. You’re his too, even if the official license says mistress. You’re also a highly ranked officer in the military corps and you deserve respect. You may not get it in there, but you deserve it. Keep that in mind.” Brandt spoke in low tones before they began to ascend the dozens of stone steps to the grand front doors.

  Hard not to be impressed with such incredible grandeur.

  “Mr. Ash, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” One of the guards at the door said, bowing low.

  “You as well, Dortimer.”

  The guard swept the door open and announced them in a clear, baritone. A voice Sera barely registered once they stood in the front entry.

  The floor was decorated with a series of inlaid precious metals and rare hardwoods. Expensive and classic paintings lined the walls. The ceilings were open and rose up airily, making the place seem even larger. Every piece of furniture she could see was either ridiculously overdone or a collectible. Both in many cases. The decorator clearly had no sense of restraint.