Page 49 of Clan and Command

“Even if I was pathetic enough to speak of it, I’m still no good with this emotional garbage. Unfortunately, Piras has a ton of it.”

Lokmi relaxed to know Kila wasn’t looking to form a binding clanship with him. He went to his next concern. “Is Piras nasty enough to throw me in the brig for helping you? To whip my hide into ribbons? Even you admit he’s still one hell of a Dramok outside of sex, and you’re talking serious insubordination here.”

Kila chuffed a disbelieving sound. “That threat hasn’t stopped you from fucking with my engines.”

“My engines,Kila.”

The captain laughed at him. Lokmi couldn’t help grin as he considered the situation.

Piras was a lovely man. A Dramok who didn’t want control during sex. How amazing would it be to enjoy a man who wanted to be topped? Who would offer himself up like a gift? Kila seemed sure Piras would welcome Lokmi’s demanding attentions. When would he ever get a chance like this again?

Hoping he wasn’t making a massive mistake, Lokmi said, “Why the fuck not? It’s only my fleet career.”

Kila laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “I knew you were the man for the job. Let’s go make a man forget his unlucky past.”

“If he orders me away, I’m gone. While I’m at it, I’ll blame the whole thing on you.”

Kila snorted and turned towards the doorway that led to the rest of the home. Shaking his head at himself, Lokmi followed him to the next level of the tree home.

They went through a hall and past rooms as spare as the greeting room. Only the many astounding ship models showed a hint of the admiral’s personality. Lokmi began to worry he’d made a mistake. There was no trace of warmth in Piras’s home, no outward hints that he wouldn’t turn rabid with rage at the Imdiko’s participation.

I’m an idiot. And all for the chance to have sex with someone who won’t fight me for control.

Yet the siren call of being given such an opportunity kept him moving forward. Thinking about Piras offering himself was shorting out Lokmi’s good sense.

I’ll look over the situation and then decide. If it looks like I’m in trouble, I’ll beat the hell out of Kila and hope that will make up for this debacle.

They entered the low-lit sleeping room, and Lokmi readied to start offering apologies and excuses. Instead, he stopped just inside the door. His inhale was sharp as he looked at Piras kneeling naked and blindfolded on a thick black fur rug, his arms bound behind him.

The Dramok in his smart uniform had been stunning. Naked, he was mouthwatering. The long, elegant lines of his body and the lithe musculature was like a line of divine poetry made flesh.

And he liked to be dominated. Lokmi’s interest surged, particularly below the belt.

Piras’s head had snapped up at the sound of the Imdiko’s gasp. His usually raspy voice was soft. Hopeful. Pleading. Not a Dramok’s tone at all. “Kila?”

The Nobek went to stand beside him. He stroked the top of the admiral’s head. “Yes, Piras. I’m here. I brought a friend as well.”

The announcement elicited an immediate change. Piras struggled with his bonds, his voice going from an entreaty to angry demand. “You son of a bitch. This was supposed to be between us! Who the hell else is here? I’ll fucking kill you!”

Thinking of his career and hide, Lokmi was on the verge of turning tail and racing off when Kila stopped stroking Piras’s head. The Nobek grabbed a handful of the admiral’s hair.

“Do you not trust me after all? Are we finished? Do I give up?”

Lokmi watched in amazement as Piras ceased straining. His face and body gentled, anger draining from his face to show longing and anxiety instead. He seemed to melt under Kila’s touch.

“I don’t – we never talked about someone else joining in.”

“It’s someone who likes to be in absolute control. Someone who will give you what you need.”

Piras trembled. He licked his lips and said nothing else. Waiting. Fear and hope appeared on his face, warring for possession.

Enthralled by the apparent surrender, Lokmi drew closer. His cocks filled with a luscious, seething heat as he scented Piras’s spicy arousal scent. He watched with avid excitement as the Dramok’s shafts rose, lubricating so that they glistened.

Kila said, “My friend won’t speak of this to anyone else, Piras. He likes what he sees. You’re quite exciting there on your knees, waiting to be taken by two powerful men. Men who want you to surrender yourself.”

Piras shivered. His expression showed the battle he fought between accepting what he wanted and fear of who else was involved.

One moment he had been the fierce Dramok known as one of the best leaders of the fleet. Then he became a man who needed to be cared for and given what he craved. The two sides of Piras spoke to the two sides of Lokmi. They more than spoke; they shouted. Lokmi heard them loud and clear.

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