“Yes!” Takat’s hips rose high, carrying the moaning Gabriel into the air. The shaft within him throbbed, filling him with the Imdiko’s scalding elation.

  Then back down. And up again, riding Takat’s slowing thrusts as the bigger man claimed his pleasure.

  Gabriel was allowed to droop onto the gasping Imdiko, where he lay heavily as Takat spent the last of his seed. Calloused hands rubbed his buttocks, and he wondered at the slight sting.

  “That ass looks perfect with a cock in it. The handprints on his cheeks are a nice touch.”

  “I wouldn’t mind turning all of it red. What do you think, Gabriel? Do you need a spanking?”

  Gabriel muttered thickly. At the moment, he had no real grasp, much less an opinion, on the subject.

  Laughter erupted around him. “Let’s give him a few minutes to recover.”

  “Or a stim tab.” Thick fingers brushed Gabriel’s lips. “Open, lovely boy.”

  He parted his lips. Something was place on his tongue and dissolved.

  Less than a minute later, he blinked. Energy seeped into his limbs, and he started to sit up. With a wince, he was reminded of the shaft still imbedded in his ass. It was only starting to soften. He gingerly eased off it and rose up.

  His first sight was Takat’s satisfied smile. Then Baknu’s calm but watchful expression. Last, Kisk’s feral visage. Which prompted Gabriel to glance down at the Nobek’s avid pair of cocks.

  “Time out,” Gabriel croaked, tapping his fingers to the palm of the other hand to form a T.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve thought of other fun activities to do with—or is it to?—you.” Kisks’ grin was lascivious threat. “Not quite as bestial as what that animal just did.”

  “A bit achy?” Baknu was solicitous as he set his pain relief inhaler to Gabriel’s lips. “That should help.”

  “Thanks.” It would take a while for Gabriel’s libido to recover, however. Climaxing twice so quickly had depleted him.

  As if hearing his thoughts, Kisk said, “Don’t count yourself out quite yet. You’d be surprised what can happen when given the proper stimulation.”

  He grabbed Gabriel’s wrists and positioned them at the small of his back. “Cuffs, freeze subject.”

  Shit. He’d forgotten the cuffs. “Come on, Kisk. Is fifteen minutes asking too much?”

  The Nobek chuckled and lifted him off Takat. The Imdiko rolled off the bed, making room. “I won’t ask you to come for me in the next fifteen minutes. In fact, you don’t have to do anything. Just lay there while I have some fun.”

  He set a pillow in the middle of the bed. He draped Gabriel over it so that it cushioned his lower abdomen, raising his hips up.

  “Ass in the air, where it was meant to be. I have something for that exciting little hole. Hold on.”

  Soft sounds, then something slick settled against his already well-loved entrance. “What is that?”

  “A dildo. Or, a fake penis, in case your repressed Earther vocabulary doesn’t include that term. Fortunately, you’re already well-lubed and stretched from Baknu and Takat.”

  The hard length entered Gabriel. It felt smaller than the men’s primaries, and Gabriel wondered what the point of Kisk fucking him with it was.

  Once more, the Nobek seemed to read his thoughts. “I admit to an excessive delight in ass play. I could spend hours fucking you with dildos and fingers, watching your hole yield to whatever I wish, before shoving my cocks in you.”

  “Hours,” Takat echoed, his tone implying he’d had some experience with the matter.

  “He can be a bit obsessive about it,” Baknu agreed.

  “I do enjoy such long, leisurely diversions,” Kisk sighed. “Almost as much as fighting.”

  As they discussed the subject, the Nobek plied Gabriel’s ass with slow, shallow strokes of the dildo. After the earlier wild encounter, the human thought it might have been boring, but for two factors.

  First, he was bound and helpless. It wasn’t the first time Gabriel had noted such a situation excited him. And while he wasn’t rejuvenated enough for it to translate into arousal yet, there was something enthralling about having to surrender to the Nobek’s fetish.

  Secondly, he was terribly aware of being watched. Of three pairs of eyes studying how the dildo moved in and out of him, of Takat and Baknu witnessing Kisk playing out his fantasies on Gabriel’s body.

  Had he thought himself incapable of arousal moments before? He was helpless and being fucked, in a manner of speaking. More importantly, others were observing him helpless and being fucked. Baknu and Takat watched him as Gabriel had viewed the clandestine vids on the gay site. Kisk putting him on display in such a manner sent warmth into his guts. That warmth began to trickle slowly into his sex, despite it being too soon for real excitement to return.

  With each passing second, he was more aware of the gazes upon him, of the fake shaft pushing in deeper with each stroke. Of his cock slowly filling, becoming heavy again.

  Kisk pushed the dildo deep, and it rubbed the sensitive place within hard. Gabriel whimpered as a shock of purest pleasure filled his sex.

  The Nobek snickered. “I forgot to mention, this toy is curved for stimulation of the prostate. Feels delicious, doesn’t it?”

  He moved it in and out of Gabriel, applying steady friction to that enthralling pressure point. The Earther jerked, and Kisk planted his palm between his shoulder blades to hold him in place.

  “Don’t go anywhere. I haven’t shown you the best part yet.”

  A hum filled the air as the length within him vibrated. Right against his cumspot. Gabriel cried out as shattering rapture jolted his shaft. He thought he’d come, but it was still too soon. He was left on the verge with no hope of release.

  Kisk was still fucking him with that thing, driving him crazy. Gabriel garbled nonsense sounds, kicking the bed as devouring need thundered through him.

  “That’s the sort of reaction I was hoping for,” the Nobek encouraged. “Maybe my clanmates would enjoy taking part in this? I hope the apartment is soundproof. I’d like to hear this pretty boy scream.”

  “Go ahead, Takat,” Baknu’s calm tone did little to soothe Gabriel. “I’ll join in when he’s beyond sense.”

  “Wait,” Gabriel managed. It was the only word he could remember. “Wait.”

  Takat either failed to hear his moaned plea or ignored it. His grip closed over Gabriel’s cock. Slowly, matching Kisk’s tempo with the dildo, he pumped.

  Gabriel’s toes dug into the bed linens. Brutal pleasure overwhelmed him. He didn’t yell, but his cries increased in volume. Someone reached between his legs and fondled his sack, increasing the delicious torment.

  When Baknu began spanking him, his scrambled senses failed to note any pain. There was only an uproar of increased ecstasy, fed by the heat of the slaps to his ass. His knees bore into the mattress, trying to find purchase to escape the exhilarating commotion. Kisk held him in place, forcing him to endure the clan’s unwavering attentions.

  Gabriel ached with hunger not ready to be spent. He flailed and squalled as they tormented him with violent arousal. They offered no mercy until his ass pulsed hot from the spanking.

  “That’s about the right shade of red,” Kisk grunted, switching off the vibrator and pulling it out. “That’s what I want to fuck.”

  Takat continued to masturbate Gabriel, keeping the young man sobbing as Kisk knelt behind him. The Nobek took him in a single thrust. His groin slapped Gabriel’s ass with the same loud reports that Baknu’s hand had made.

  Takat spoke. “He’s been a good boy. He deserves better than a handjob. Give us some help, my Dramok?”

  “Gladly.”

  Takat released him, but need remained. Gabriel was barely aware of the Imdiko climbing onto the bed, of him crawling past him.

  “Help him up, Kisk.”

  Kisk growled at Baknu’s order, but his arm went around Gabriel’s chest. He lifted so that Gabriel knelt upright, his spine pressed to the Nobek’s front. His lover didn’t miss a beat, continuing to pound Gabriel’s ass.

  Takat was on all fours before them, his round, muscular buttocks facing Gabriel. He backed up. At the same moment, Baknu grasped Gabriel’s shaft.

  “Oops, hold on, Takat. I forgot Earthers don’t self-lubricate.” With that, the Dramok maneuvered to suck Gabriel’s cock down his throat, his head bobbing over the human’s shaved groin.

  Heat filled Gabriel’s balls and surged to the base of his shaft. He yelled.

  Baknu chuckled. “Sounds as if he might be back in business. All right, Takat, get over here.”

  The Imdiko’s thighs spread as he neared. His ass was right there, and Baknu positioned Gabriel’s cock. The tip nudged Takat’s hole, and Gabriel gasped.

  Kisk thrust hard, pushing him into Takat’s waiting ass. All the air left Gabriel’s lungs as he was enfolded in tight heat. “Fuck!” he screamed.

  “That’s the idea,” Kisk half-snarled, half-laughed.

  It was the last clear moment the Earther experienced for a while. He was heaved between the two men, with Takat rocking and Kisk shoving. The pair buffeted him, so he was fucked and fucking all at once.

  Groin and ass battered. His shaft squeezed. His hole rutted. The sensations combined, becoming a single, powerful force. Roiling desire built until his balls squeezed tight, forcing the maelstrom into his shaft. A heaving tide rushed through, lurching out in desperate jerks, emptying into the Imdiko’s firm clutch.

  Gabriel heard someone screaming and realized it was him.

  “Yes!” howled Kisk, just before his cock jolted within Gabriel. Wetness dripped down the insides of the Earther’s legs as the Nobek’s passion joined his clanmates’, overflowing Gabriel’s ass.

  Depleted, Gabriel wilted onto Takat’s broad back. He lay limp as Kisk grunted his satisfaction, the last pulses spending themselves as he thrust once, twice, three times. At last, the Nobek sighed and patted Gabriel’s buttock.

  “That’s what I call a proper fucking. When it ends with screams and semi-consciousness, you’ve been suitably screwed.”

  Gabriel mumbled nonsense sounds. By Kisk’s definition, he’d been well-fucked. And then some.

  They washed him, laughing over his strengthless state. Then, though it was a tight squeeze, they managed to crowd on the bed with him, cuddling and petting.

  This is what I want. More than anything, I want this for the rest of my life.

  It was all he could dream of. For tonight, he’d pretend it was forever.

  * * * *

  Mit-noc glared at the spy vid monitor. Hours after entering, the clan had yet to emerge from Gabriel’s apartment. The discussion at the Rossis’ shop, which had appeared to put to rest the initial fascination between clan and Earther, hadn’t been so final after all.

  The Kalquorian freighter was scheduled to leave in a couple of days. Would Nal’s toy be on it and out of Mit-noc’s reach? If so, time was running out for the Aksukt to gain control of the situation.

  Mit-noc had to act. He turned from the monitor and stared through the doorway to the sleeping cabin in the rear. After a few moments, he nodded to himself.

  He set about organizing all he needed to collect his unwilling passenger. When the chance came to grab Gabriel, he’d be ready.

  Chapter Ten

  “Do I smell food?” Takat’s tenor pitched high with hope. He shifted against Gabriel’s back.

  Snuggled between the Imdiko and Baknu, Gabriel sleepily burrowed against the freighter captain’s chest. “Iliana came home. She must be cooking breakfast.”

  “For just herself?”

  “An Italian cooking for one when she has a houseful of people? I doubt that.”

  The covers exploded from the bed, and Takat’s warmth disappeared. Kisk grunted as he was crawled over, and he ill-temperedly punched and kicked his clanmate for the rude awakening.

  “Get off me, you oversized ronka! You’re crushing me!”

  If Takat noticed the blows, he gave no sign. He got past his clanmate and rummaged through the clothes tossed about the room. “Where the hell did my uniform end up?”

  Kisk, his mood changing with the speed of a lightning flash, scooted close to Gabriel. “I’ll never leave you for food.”

  “Normally, I wouldn’t either, but we are guests. She might want help.” Takat pulled his clothes on.

  “You’re the very soul of consideration, my Imdiko,” Baknu chuckled.

  “I do my best. Hey Gabriel, do you cook too?” Takat gazed at him hopefully, clutching a boot.

  “Sorry. The non-Italian ancestor who gave me blue eyes must have been missing the chef gene.”

  “Oh well. You have plenty of other qualities that more than make up for it.” Dressed, Takat left the room.

  “It’s always a tossup as to whether hunger or lust will guide him in any given moment,” Baknu said. He tilted Gabriel’s chin up. “Good morning, lovely boy.”

  His kiss hinted it would be a very good morning indeed. As did Kisk touching him, the Nobek’s fingertips tracing down Gabriel’s chest, his abdomen, heading lower where the Earther’s cock twitched—

  Laughter outside the room. Conversation. Iliana’s voice sparring with Takat’s quelled the rising arousal, especially when Gabriel remembered how loud he’d been the night before.

  “Um. Guys? Could we not…”

  The pair fondling him with rising ardor halted their seduction. Baknu grinned. “Uncomfortable with your sister so close?”

  “It does kill the romance.”

  Kisk sighed. The Nobek kissed him with less passion, but no less affection. “Ah well. Something to look forward to later.”

  Gabriel wished he could be sure there would be a later. He hated being unable to take what he could while it was available.

  Iliana’s laugh rose again. No, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself with her in earshot. It was hard enough visualizing facing her after what he’d done in private.

  He rose with his companions, noting how early it was. Super early, especially after so little sleep the night before. At least there was plenty of time for breakfast and a shower before opening the shop. He supposed it gave the Kalquorians opportunity to do the same before they reported for duty.

  He pulled on sweats and a tee-shirt and led Baknu and Kisk down the hall to the living room and kitchen area. He noted the buffet-style breakfast Iliana had set up on the kitchen island counter: fluffy scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, seasoned fried potatoes. She’d made enough for an army—or Takat, who hovered on the living room side of the kitchen island, his eyes wide.

  “Takat hasn’t shoveled it all into his gut yet?” Kisk sounded impressed.

  “Iliana threatened to beat me with that big spoon if I set foot in her kitchen.”

  “I had to make sure something was left for the rest of you.” She glowered at him, shaking her slotted metal spoon in warning.

  “Wise move,” Kisk approved.

  “Takat’s intentions are pure, but his stomach has no conscience,” Baknu said.

  Gabriel stood back, watching them banter. It should have felt weird, the easy conversation between his sister and his lovers the morning after Clan Baknu had spent the night with him. Obviously, he hadn’t been playing checkers with the guys.

  No awkwardness, though. The atmosphere felt warm and happy and safe.

  They filled their plates, Takat forced to go last. The small dining table was crowded with the three Kalquorians and the Rossis, but no one seemed to mind. Seated between Baknu and Kisk, Gabriel was content.

  Takat groaned with pleasure at his first mouthful of home fries. “Gabriel, you have the best sister.”

  Iliana was pleased with the praise, but she was quick to point out, “He cooks too, you know.”

  Takat’s gaze narrowed on Gabriel. “You lied about being able to cook?”

  “I don’t cook. I grill. There’s a difference.”

  “Whatever. He grills like a master. He won a few community contests on Mercy.” Iliana beamed at her brother. “Among my better memories of that place.”

  “And I thought I couldn’t adore this lovely man more than I do.” Takat tried to make a sappy face while shoving an entire buttered slice of homemade bread in his mouth, earning laughter.

  “Let’s talk immigration,” Iliana prompted after a few minutes of eating. “Baknu, the clan intended for me? That’ll be a no. I’m glad they sent a message ahead that showed their real selves, because the information you gathered was actually compelling enough that I might have considered them.”

  “Did they say something inappropriate? Do I need to look them up and teach them how to speak to women?” Kisk’s brow lowered ominously.

  She smiled with affection, pleased by his willingness to crack skulls on her behalf. “Not inappropriate, but they’re condescending. I don’t appreciate being talked to like a child.”

  If Baknu was disappointed in her decision, he hid it. “I can understand that. Even sight unseen, you don’t deserve to be talked down to.”

  “Will you send a message to Kalquor on my behalf? Since I’m rejecting that clan, I’ll need information on other prospects. How long will the trip take us once we leave here?”

  The Dramok’s brow rose. “The empire prefers I bring you straight there, which would be three weeks. If we continue our assigned route, it’ll mean ten of your months before we reach Kalquor.”

  “Ten months is plenty of time to vet other candidates.”

  “You’re accepting the offer to go to the empire?”

  “For myself and Gabriel.”

  Gabriel’s fork clattered on his plate. “Hold on—”

  Baknu interrupted, seizing the advantage Iliana had given him. “Even if your sister doesn’t want those clans put forward, she’ll be welcomed and permitted to evaluate others. That’s my promise to you both.”

  Kisk still wore a protective demeanor. “No one, including our government, will be allowed to pressure her into joining a clan she doesn’t prefer.”

  “Even if it takes forever,” Takat added around a mouthful of eggs.