Page 63 of Wrapped in Their Arms

He wasn’t sure why—maybe because it seemed as though her scent had changed again.Shesmelled even hotter than she had last night, when he andBurnhad made her come.Whatwas going on with her?Didit have anything to do with the warning the little orange dwarf she’d called “Lupin” had given her about not completing the second half of the fertility treatment?

Bright didn’t know.Hestood on the stage, the chill of the air a stark contrast to the heat coiling low in his belly.Thetiny leather loincloth he’d been forced into was a mockery of modesty, the rough seam chafing against the sensitive skin of his heavy balls with every slight shift of his weight.Thelights of theFleshBazaarwere blinding—a kaleidoscope of garish colors that swept over the jeering, leering crowd of aliens and mercenaries—all prospective buyers.ButBright’sgaze was fixed inward, the noise fading to a dull roar as he fought to keep calm.

The alien auctioneer paused her spiel as she considered the three-headedTrollox’srequest that they “perform” before the bidding started.

"A demonstration?"she mused, her long tongue flicking out."Whyofcoursewe can give you a little show before the bidding starts.Wecan't show any actualbreeding, of course—that's against the rules of theFleshBazaar."

A wave of disappointed grumbles rippled through the spectators and the alien auctioneer raised one webbed hand.

"But there's no harm in a littleoralaction."Herhead snapped around, her gaze landing onNoelle, who stood trembling in her revealing green gown betweenBrightandBurn."Youthere!Comehere and suck this one's shaft."

She pointed a long, sharp-nailed finger directly atBright.

Bright’s heart started hammering against his ribs.

Noelle’s big brown eyes went wide, reminding him of a beautiful, terrified doe.Shenibbled on her plump lower lip, and a hot blush spread from her neck all the way up to the tips of her ears.

The crowd roared its approval, butBrightwas attuned to the little human on a level deeper than sound.Heinhaled, filtering through the stink of the crowd, and found it—the subtle, sweet shift in her scent.Underneaththe sharp tang of her embarrassment was the warm, feminine fragrance of her arousal moving up another notch.Shewas turned on—hot.Apart of her—a deep, hidden part she might not even recognize herself—really wanted to do this, even as her mind was clearly reeling from the public shame.

"Well—hurry up girl, or taste the pain!"the auctioneer barked, brandishing the silver remote for the shock collars they all wore.

That threat broke her apparent paralysis.Noellemoved forward, her steps hesitant, until she was standing beforeBright.Shelooked up at him, her eyes pools of liquid uncertainty, a silent question hanging in the air between them.

Is this okay?Doyou want this?

Bright gave a single, slow nod—his consent, given freely, even in this twisted scene.Itwas the one thread of control he could offer her.

Relief washed over her features, mingling with the lingering heat of her blush.Shesank to her knees on the cold stage, the position one of utter submission that sent another jolt of pure, raw lust straight to his groin.Hersmall, delicate hands reached for the scrap of leather that barely covered him.Shepushed it aside, and his shaft sprang free, thick and already fully erect, the broad head dark with need.

She leaned forward andBrightbit back a gasp.Thecool air was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat ofNoelle’sbreath ghosting over his sensitive skin.Gods, was she really going to do this?Wasthe curvy littleElitereally going to suck his shaft in front of this crowd?

Apparently so.Herlips parted and she placed a single, soft, impossibly hot kiss right on the broad head of his cock, where a pearl of precum was already beading.

A groan built inBright’schest—a sound of pure, undiluted pleasure.

But before her mouth could close around him, a booming voice which was a discordant chorus of three different tones, echoed through the hall.

"No!"it roared.

All eyes turned to theTrollox, the monstrous three-headed troll-like creatures seated in the front row.Allthree heads were awake and alert now,Brightsaw.Onehead was leering, another scowling, and the third was looking on with dull curiosity.Theleering middle head spoke again.

"We want to see her suck both at once!"it demanded.“Don’twe, boys?”Theother two heads nodded dutifully, thoughBrightthought the stupid one didn’t appear to know what it was agreeing to.

A wave of murmurs and enthusiastic agreement surged through the crowd.Apparentlythere were other buyers in the audience that liked this idea as well.

The auctioneer tapped her chin with a long fingernail, considering.

"Oh, very well.Ahot sexual display never hurt the final price."Sheturned her predatory gaze to the other side of the stage, whereBurnstood, his expression a thundercloud of contained fury."You!Comehere and put your shaft against your friend's."

Burn’s growl was low and vicious—a promise of violence that vibrated in the air.Hedidn't move an inch.

The auctioneer didn't bother repeating herself.Shesimply raised the silver remote and pressed a button.Asharp, crackling sizzle filled the air, andBurn’smassive body jerked, a strangled cry of pain tearing from his throat as the shock collar delivered its punishment.Hisfists clenched until his knuckles went white, but he had no choice.Hetook a heavy, reluctant step, then another, until he was standing besideBright, shoulder to shoulder.

With a look of pure, unadulterated hatred directed at the auctioneer,Burnreached down and yanked his own loincloth aside.Hisshaft was freed, just as impressive asBright’sand considerably thicker—a testament to their sharedKindredlineage.Noneof their people was ever small in the equipment department—theGoddessmade sure all her sons were well-endowed, the better to please their brides.

"Good, now put them together so she can reach you both," the alien auctioneer demanded, her voice sharp.“Hurryup—we don’t have all day for this auction!”

Bright andBurnexchanged a single, swift glance.Theyhad shared a bed since they’d moved to theMotherShipand had guarded each other’s backs in a hundred deadly skirmishes.Theywere as close as two males could be without the mystical connection of a formalTwin-Bond.