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She tensed. His fingertip rested against her opening, a silent warning that he expected an honest answer. “I don’t want to leave the village,” she finally admitted and then rushed on. “I nearly died out there. I was cold and hungry and afraid all the time. I can’t live like that again.”

His finger pushed against her stubborn opening, easing just inside. She shook her head and murmured protests, her hands clutching the bedding.

“Is that the only reason?” He kept his finger inside the ring of muscles, a silent reminder of how much worse the humiliation could get. “You want us to feed and protect you?”

“I’m attracted to you, to all of you.” She sobbed, hating how much she’d surrendered. “I haven’t felt connected to any of the other coalitions.”

“But you feel connected to us?” His finger drove steadily deeper.

“Yes,” she cried, wiggling to avoid the unwanted invasion.

He slid his finger in and out. The penetration was slight, but it was much too easy to imagine his cock stretching her, claiming her as she writhed and whimpered beneath him. “Not there,” she pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He chuckled and removed his hand, stepping back from the bed. “She’s all yours, Isaac. How do you want her?”

They untied her ankles and then her hands.

Tara heaved herself up and turned over, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed.

It hurt to put pressure on her bottom, but lying down made her feel vulnerable.

And her legs shook too badly to support her weight.

The magnetic cuffs still encircled her wrists, but at least she could see them now.

Jon moved over by the wall and stood with his arms crossed over his brawny chest. His dark gaze gleamed with desire as he waited to see what the coalition leader would do with her. His turn would come, but Isaac had the right to fuck her first.

Isaac took off his shirt and then his boots. “What must happen for you to stay in our village?” Isaac took up where Jon left off.

She pressed her thighs together and covered her breasts with one arm. “I have to be claimed by a coalition.”

“We can fuck you without claiming you,” Isaac reminded. “A formal declaration of courtship will protect you from the other coalitions and we will provide for all your needs. However, it gives us the right to enjoy your body. You’re Lexie’s best friend. I presume she explained all of this to you.”

She nodded, nervously licking her lips.

“The proper response is, ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘She did, Sir.’”

Speech was impossible until she swallowed past the tension in her throat. “She told me, Sir.”

“Are you agreeing to be claimed, or just to being courted?”

“Courted, Sir,” she stressed. Binding herself to these Shadows would be exciting and challenging, but she’d hoped for a little more balance, more tenderness to go along with the intensity. “We met this morning. I know things move faster on Rydaria, but I need more time.”

“We’re willing to give it to you as long as you understand our expectations.”

She lowered her gaze as heat crept over her cheeks. “I do, Sir. Jon made sure that I did.”

“You will refer to Jon as Master. You have not earned the privilege of calling him by name,” Isaac told her.

“What should I call,” she motioned toward Kyle, “him?”

“For the sake of clarity, you may call me Kyle.” He winked at her then smiled. “If you lose the privilege, I’ll let you know.”

Isaac moved closer to the bed as he unfastened his pants. “Bend your knees and open your legs.”

An unexpected rush of emotion surged through Tara, bathing her eyes in tears.

She frantically blinked them back. This was the crossroads she’d been dreading for the past six weeks.

She could willingly offer her body to these males or leave the village.

Who was she kidding. She wanted more than food and shelter from these three.

She wanted companionship and pleasure. She was lonely and afraid, and they offered security and passion.

Grasping the backs of her legs, she bent her knees almost to her chest then spread her thighs, opening herself and presenting her pussy.

“I want to taste you again, but I need to be inside you more.” She started to lie back, but he shook his head. “Stay upright. I want you to watch as my cock enters you for the first time.”

Titillated, yet embarrassed, she nodded and looked down between her legs. He drew his cock out of his pants and angled it toward her wet opening. Then he scooped up her slickness and spread it over his shaft. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You and your coalition,” she whispered.

She expected a surge of resentment, but it never came.

On Earth many would have considered this scandalous.

She was willingly offering her body in exchange for food and protection.

Some would call her a whore. But this wasn’t Earth, and her survival instincts would not be denied.

He pushed the broad head inside her and paused. “Fuck, you’re tight. When was the last time you took a cock?”

“Years,” she hissed. The stretch stopped just short of pain, but most of his length had yet to enter her. “Before Nuevo.”

Grasping her hips, he lifted her bottom off the bed as he drove the rest of his length into her snug passage. He threw back his head and groaned. “So fucking tight.” He drew nearly out then thrust in a little faster. “I’d forgotten how good this feels.”

She watched his long shaft slide in and out.

He took his time, clearly savoring the pleasure he found in her body.

Her juices gleamed on his skin and her folds stretched tight around his thickness.

She’d never watched her body surrender to the possession of a male.

In fact, she usually closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations.

This was inescapably carnal, and it made her feel wild.

Helplessly, she lifted into his thrusts.

He was bigger than any male she’d been with before and the stretch did strange things to her pussy.

Her clit tingled and her inner walls came alive.

He draped her legs over his arms and grasped her sore butt cheeks.

She cried out at the discomfort, but the flash of pain intensified her other responses.

He moved faster now, thrusting deep with each urgent drive. She collapsed onto her back, breasts quivering as he sped his pace even more. Her arousal built in keeping with his obvious excitement. Her inner muscles rippled and her clit twitched needfully.

“May I come, Sir,” she panted, shocked at how close she was to orgasm.

He pulled out and crawled onto the bed, straddling her waist. “Tits,” he ordered harshly. “Squeeze those tits around me.”

Her pussy clenched in protest, but she did as she was told.

He rested his wet cock in the valley between her breasts and she pressed the warm flesh in around him.

He played with her nipples, pinching and twisting as he rocked his hips.

His cock slid back and forth, the tip poking out at the top of her cleavage.

Did this really feel better than her pussy?

His sudden desire for her breasts robbed her of her orgasm.

Which was why he’d done it. She sighed and squeezed her breasts harder, creating a firm pocket for his surging cock.

She would only know pleasure when they chose to give it to her, and they would likely be stingy as hell if she continued to defy them.

“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, his gaze drilling into hers.

She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He pulled his cock out from between her breasts and pumped it furiously. Ropes of creamy fluid jetted out and landed on her lips and tongue. He continued to pump and squeeze until he’d emptied every drop into her mouth.

“Swallow it all,” he directed sternly. Then he bent to her breasts and sucked on her abused nipples.

His taste spread over her tongue and then slid down her throat.

His cum tasted different than a human’s, slightly sweet and richer.

She’d never minded giving head, but this had been meant to humiliate her, to put her in her place.

She cleaned off her lips and lowered her arms to the bed.

Her pussy still ached, making her feel neglected and slightly abused.

“Good girls are allowed to come over and over,” Isaac told her with a wicked smile. Swinging one leg off her body, he knelt on the bed beside her. “Have you been a good girl?”

“I was a good girl for you. I just wasn’t good for J—Master.”

Isaac slipped his hand between her legs, his gaze locked with hers. “I agree. You were very good for me.” He rubbed her clit in firm, tight circles. “So come, for me. I want no distractions while I watch you come.”

She let her legs fall open and she canted her hips as he easily rekindled her desire. His fingers felt so damn good, and she needed release so badly, that it took less than a minute for her neglected body to explode. She cried out and pushed up with her heels as spasms of pleasure assailed her.

“Lovely.” He leaned down and gave each nipple a final suck then crawled off the bed.

“Kyle, you go next,” Jon urged. “Once I finish with her, she won’t want to be touched for a good long while.”

Trepidation shivered through Tara. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to figure out what he had in mind. The one detail Lexie had admitted was that her mates enjoyed anal sex. She sat up then scooted to the foot of the bed.

Before Tara could torture herself with speculation, Kyle sat down beside her and pulled her onto his lap. “Straddle my hips.” He helped her into position, then directed, “Now put me inside you.”

She reached down and guided his cock to her entrance. He didn’t feel as thick as Isaac, but he seemed even longer as she lowered herself onto his hardened length. “Jesus, are all of you guys huge like this?”

Kyle smiled. “It’s part of the transformation. More height, leaner body mass, and bigger cocks.”