Page 82 of Abducting Sarah

“This ring is like the one that Lanai Dea uses to travel between worlds,” he explained. “This one is smaller than hers, but I thought it was more appropriate to your size—”

“You knew I would want to go back?” I interrupted him.

His gaze met and held mine. “I had hoped you would not. But I feared you would. Though after everything that happened…” he sighed. “I would have been worried if you had wanted to stay. The ring will allow you to return, if you ever feel the desire to do so. It will return you here toAllegiant, if you turn the diamond one-quarter turn to the right.”

He slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. A perfect fit. It felt appropriate and odd to leave Earth with an engagement ring but return with this one. “Thank you, Deacon.”

He nodded somberly.

Jac huffed and looked away, grumbling, “I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

I swallowed the tight knot of emotion gathering in my throat. “Are you angry with me?”

“Never,” he said in a raspy tone, then shifted his gaze back to my face. “Only…I will miss you more than I know how to say.”

Deacon looked like he knew exactly how Jac felt. Completely devastated.

My own sorrow was just as acute, but so was the desire that stirred inside of me for these two alien men who’d come to mean so much to me. I wanted—no, Ineeded—them one last time.

Sitting up on the exam table, I reached out for Jac’s uniform and used it to pull him close, giving him a sultry smile. “I don’t have to leavethisminute.”

Then, I kissed him. The tension in his body melted as his noduled tongue slipped past my parted lips. It was like pressing pause on my overwhelming anxiety. I didn’t have to think about the perils of Halla and that nightmare I had barely survived, as long as I was kissing him.

Deacon snuggled up behind me, lifting my hair out of his way. He licked up the back of my neck, sending shivers down to my toes. I reached back for him, sliding my hand around his neck—I needed to touch him, too.

Then, in a gruff tone he said, “Allegiant, bed. And seal the infirmary doors.” The two of them stepped away.

“Infirmary doors, sealed,”Allegiant’ssoothing feminine voice said.

The exam table I’d been sitting on stretched outward in all directions, until I was in the middle of what looked like four king sized mattresses morphed together.

I turned around to see them standing at the foot of the new bed. Their eyes were on me, hot and hungry, as they quickly took their clothes off until they were completely naked.

Before they climbed aboard, they kissed each other, seemingly enjoying that human tradition, as did I. It was so damn erotic to watch them go at one another with such passion and masculine dominance. While they made out, I slipped out of my infirmary gown and crawled down the bed to their end. I stroked their stiff cocks, still struggling to get my hand around their girths. But then I had a thought.

I searched Jac’s discarded uniform for his mog belt and put it on. Then, I hit the button and morphed within seconds.

The transformation made my neck stop aching so much, but what made mogging truly valuable was seeing Jac’s lustful reaction to my sleek, feminine, Ladrian body. He lovingly stroked my blue hair from my head down to my tail, and the sensation made me quake with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growled, before he took me in his arms and flung me onto the bed.

I let out a soft squeal of surprised laughter at his manhandling, which quickly died away as he climbed on top of me, licking my strange skin with that knobby tongue of his andeliciting more arousing sensations. Then, he started to bite at me.

In my Ladrian form, the sharp nip of his teeth along the inside of my thighs took on a whole different dimension. It was like each one shot pleasure through that part of me. The bites were rougher than humans usually do—almost like he was trying to mark my flesh and claim me barbarically…and I loved it. By the time he made it up my legs, I was panting for breath, wetter than ever, and playing with my full, firm breasts that were much larger than my own.

Until Deacon joined us.

He sat behind me and wrapping a strong arm around my waist, he hauled me onto his lap, my legs between his. My sensitive tail was pressed against his cock, making me writhe against him. Jac pulled my legs apart, so they were draped over Deacon’s, and Deacon spread his legs wide, forcing mine even wider, exposing me for Jac’s pleasure.

I groaned as Jac’s tongue swiped up my pussy and over my folds, while he got comfortable on his stomach. With his big hands splayed on my thighs, he pushed my legs even wider, and his tongue dove deep into me, those textured nodules reaching and rubbing against all sorts of erogenous zones.

I cried out, gripping Jac’s hair in my fingers, while Deacon grabbed my tits.

He plucked my nipples until they hurt and growled in my ear, “Does that feel good, consort?”

My entire body jolted. “Yes!”

He slapped my breasts then squeezed them harder, and my pussy quivered around Jac’s deep, marauding tongue. "You like it when we're rough with you like this?”

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