Page 20 of Bought and Shared

A urora

The Voltan warrior standing beside Oren can’t take his hungry eyes off me. And I can’t take mine off him.

He’s massive. One of the biggest males I’ve ever seen.

Handsome, in an intense sort of way, and ruggedly masculine.

His skin is a deep bronze from hours spent out in the sun, and his hair is a lush, flaxen-gold.

There’s only one person this can be. He’s the other member of our threesome. The one we’ve all been waiting for.

Knox.

The powerful warrior that everyone seems too afraid of to even talk about. Given Colton’s earlier behavior, and his nearly running from the room when the enormous man growled, tells me this soldier isn’t one to mess with.

That growl alone was enough to give me a heart attack. And make me wet. I’ve soaked through my panties, my arousal dripping down my thighs when he issues that heavy, vocal threat a second time.

Though I’ve never seen a picture of him, I know I’m right. This is Knox. My Materi. The foreign word floats through my mind as we stare boldly at one another. Neither of us speak, but we’re saying a novel’s worth with our expressions and body language.

Our connection is just as powerful as it was when I first met Oren, maybe even more intense. Knox is akin to a feral animal, and his inner beast is fixed on me now, threatening to consume me whole if I should move the wrong way.

“Aurora!” Oren snaps sharply.

My legs shake as I stand. Steeling my spine, I move toward my first master, trying to ignore the hulking Voltan warrior standing beside him.

When I reach Oren, he lifts my chin so we’re gazing into one another’s eyes. “This is Knox, Kitten. Go greet your master. Please him like you do me.”

Those words are laced with both a threat of violence and carnal delight. Taking a deep breath, I turn my body toward the massive warrior and lower my eyes.

“Vilme gos, Mastatta,” Welcome home, Master, I reply in Voltanese. An expression Colton had me learn in our lesson today.

When I see the intense look cross Knox’s face and his breath quicken, I fear I’ve done it wrong. After all, I’ve only just learned the phrase and I might have accidentally insulted him instead of showing him respect like I’d intended.

“Easy, Kitten,” Oren warns, stroking my hair which is flowing down my back in springy ringlets.

My whiskey brown eyes widen with upset and unspent tears. “Did I say it wrong? I’ve only just learned the phrase. Colton said my pronunciation was correct, but I could have said it wrong. I’m sorry,” my bottom lip begins to quiver alongside my voice with my urgent apology.

“Shhhh,” Oren soothes, stroking my cheek.

“You said it perfectly. It’s just that my giant friend here wants you very badly and he’s trying his hardest not to ravish you like a wild animal.

Hearing his mother tongue from your sweet lips is quite a turn-on for us.

We rarely hear a feminine voice using our beloved language anymore.

I can’t remember when the last time was.

It’s quite intoxicating hearing you do so now. ”

Gathering my courage, my gaze swings over to Knox. He’s staring so hotly at me, I fear it might burn a hole straight through me. That heat zings through my core, causing a tingling sensation at my drenched apex.

“I need to hold her,” Knox grits out, the words sounding pained.

“Let’s adjourn to the bedroom then,” Oren suggests. “That way we can all get better acquainted.”

Knox’s nostrils are flaring as I step closer to him.

His hands snake out and draw me into his steely embrace.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he tugs my head back with just the right amount of pressure that stings but doesn’t hurt.

Running his nose along the column of my throat and inhaling, he snarls, and my woman’s center clenches while my gathering juices drip shamefully down my thighs.

Both men sniff the air and I blush beet red when I realize they’re smelling me and my excitement.

Knox doesn’t wait for me to follow Oren’s order. Lifting me into his arms, he storms towards what must be his bedroom. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as the enormous warrior strides confidently forward.

I’ve only visited Oren’s room and my own since arriving in this suite, but the new surroundings aren’t what hold my attention now. It’s the hungry look on Knox’s face that captivates me. I’m spellbound and terrified in equal measures.

Tossing me onto the mattress, Knox demands, “Clothes off now! I want you naked. Virgin or not, I need to feel and taste every part of you tonight.”

My fingers tremble as I reach for the thin strap of my slip. Knox rips off his hardware, then his shirt, revealing a body seemingly carved from stone. He’s a work of art, and I find myself momentarily stunned as I view him like one.

Oren walks over to the wet bar in the corner of the room and pours several drinks. Handing one to me, he smiles and orders, “Drink up. You’re going to need it.”

Tentatively placing my lips along the smooth rim of the sparkling glass, I carefully take a sip. The drink isn’t familiar to me, though I’ve never had alcohol of any kind before. It’s a bit sweet and its bubbly texture leaves a pleasant aftertaste on my tongue after I swallow.

“It’s Bissa, Voltanese champagne,” Oren explains, as he takes a seat on the couch. “It’s very strong, so only take small sips.”

When I glance back at Knox, he’s down to his undergarment, the front of which is stretched so tautly that I can easily see the outline of his massive manhood.

I gasp when I see just how large it is. So thick.

Hard. And ready for destruction. Though I haven’t seen it fully yet, I know one thing for sure: he’ll ruin me with that thing if he forces it inside my body, and I’ll never be the same again.

Fisting his cock through the overburdened fabric, Knox declares, “I can’t wait any longer. I need inside of her, Oren. My dick is already weeping precum and we haven’t even started yet.”

Oren grins his trademark handsome grin. “Then don’t wait, Knox. You’re home. Time to enjoy the spoils of all your hard work.”

Snagging the waistband of his undergarment, Knox says, “I want to be the first to enjoy her pussy.”

Chuckling, Oren inclines his head. “Just as long as you’re good with me taking her ass.”

Knox debates this trade for a second as my heart nearly pounds out of my chest. Even though I know of such things, I’d never considered it for myself and am practically trembling at the idea of Oren performing such depraved acts on me.

“Agreed,” Knox returns, then yanks his underwear to the floor.

I’d been concerned when I’d seen the ghost of his manhood through his boxers.

But now, seeing him in his full glory, visible to the naked eye, makes me want to scream in fright.

It’s too big. Too engorged. Too intimidating to get anywhere close to my tiny opening.

He’ll tear me in two if he tries to force that thing inside of me!

It’s the only thing I know for sure right now.

Panic-stricken, I scuttle backward on the bed and begin to shake my head. “It’s too big! It won’t fit inside of me!”

Oren sets his drink down and comes over to the bed. In a quiet, commanding tone, he rumbles, “Aurora, move to the edge of the bed.”

I shake my head, an unwilling lamb to the slaughter.

“Are you sure you want to defy me, Kitten?” Oren presses, a dark smile on his handsome face. “You know what happens when you defy me.”

I don’t want to be punished, but I don’t want to be split in two, either. “I can’t,” I whisper, using the pillow as a shield.

“Did I say you could cover yourself?” Oren demands imperiously, his tone as cold as ice. “Drop the pillow and present yourself to your masters. There will be no barriers between us tonight, or any other.”

I know I’m just making things worse for myself, but I’m paralyzed with fear. My gaze flicks back and forth between Oren’s censoring expression and Knox’s throbbing cock.

“Please,” I beg, lowering my eyes submissively, “I can’t do what you want me to. It’s too dangerous for me. You’ll tear me apart!” I can feel my panic rising along with my helplessness before these two giant males.

“She needs a reminder of who the Master is here and who is not,” Knox growls, even more agitated than before.

“Have it your way, Aurora,” Oren says with a smirk. “Knox, do you wish to do the honors?”

Without preamble, Knox grips my foot and drags me to the edge of the mattress like an unruly child.

With seemingly no effort, he flips me onto my stomach.

Tugging my hips high into the air, he presses his hand between my shoulders so that my face is flush with the mattress and my rear end is up in the air on full display.

“No wonder she smells so good,” Knox growls, his fingers running along my dripping slit. “She’s soaking wet! I bet I could stuff her full of my cock and knot right now and she’d be able to take all of it.”

“Wait until you see what a good spanking will do to that tight pussy of hers,” Oren suggests like I’m not even in the room and can’t hear them discussing me. “She creams hardest when she’s being punished. I found that out the night of the auction.”

Knox grunts and squeezes my ass experimentally. “Is that true, Aurora? Do you get especially wet when you’re being disciplined by your masters?”

When I don’t answer, Knox spanks my bum and I jump nearly a foot off the bed.

Oren moves over to rest a hand on my back, holding me in place. “Take your punishment like a good girl, Aurora, and your masters might see fit to reward you like one.”