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He didn’t wait for an answer but plunged his main cock into Piras’s ass. Both men sighed at the joining. For Piras, the awful emptiness disappeared, filled with hot, living flesh. Peace descended over his mind once more, though his cocks clamored to release the straining tension.

The worst of it gathered at the base of his main cock, fighting to get past the tight cock ring constricting it. As Lokmi’s hips rocked, pumping his shaft over Piras’s interior hotspot, the pressure grew more demanding. Yet Piras could not come. And while it was a misery on a physical level to be dammed up, he was content in his head that Lokmi should keep him wanting.

Kila watched the Imdiko take Piras with thrusts so energetic that the Dramok’s cocks bounced up and down against his abdomen. Through his euphoric haze, Piras was fascinated at how much the two men looked alike at that moment despite the stark differences in their features. Kila’s broad, rugged face and Lokmi’s strong but symmetrical characteristics were made nearly identical by the avid stares, wide pupils, and parted lips as they viewed the Imdiko’s cock pushing in and pulling out of Piras.

It took only a few minutes before Kila yanked his uniform open. “Damn if I can wait another second,” he said in a hoarse voice. He clambered up on the mat and knelt over Piras’s face, his massive primary erection in his hand. Piras opened his mouth, and Kila fell over him.

It was dark and warm beneath the Nobek, enhancing the dreamlike atmosphere that lustful appetite could not negate. Even the exciting flavor of his lover’s juices couldn’t drive away the enraptured exhilaration that owned Piras. As the two men drove against him, filling him over and over in the most exquisite fury, he felt nothing but peace in his head.

This was the kind of love he’d been meant for. He could never pretend otherwise ever again.

Lokmi’s rhythm faltered. Gasping, the Imdiko tugged the cock ring from Piras’s aching lengths. That was all it took to undo him. His trance disappeared in a tidal wave of brutal force, emptying his loins in shattering bursts that had him screaming around Kila’s shaft. Over and over he seized, the long-inhibited climax jetting to expend every drop. The force of it eclipsed awareness of anything else. There was blinding whiteness and thunderclaps of passion for a long time.

When the world returned, Piras found himself still lying on the mat, flat on his back. Kila and Lokmi splayed on either side of him, gasping like landed fish. Kila’s spent desire was still on Piras’s tongue, luscious evidence of what they’d done. He felt the wetness of his own lust running off his belly in tiny streams.

They were still for a long time, recovering from the glorious annihilation. Little by little, they relearned how to move. The nipple clamps were removed, leaving Piras hissing in pain. Kila supplied the antidote to his hurts, including a penetrating cream that would remove the bruises where he’d bitten the Dramok. They drank water like desert nomads before curling into a weary but satisfied knot in Kila’s bed, Piras in the center of the group.

I could get used to this,Piras thought as he drifted off to sleep, tangled with the other two men. It was an idea to float out of consciousness on.

Chapter 19

As sweetly as Piras had dropped off, wakefulness returned with the rude buzzing of someone’s com. Kila was on his feet in an instant. As fleet officers who’d had their share of sudden emergencies, Lokmi and Piras were not far behind him.

Piras’s mood was black before he’d even opened his eyes. He’d been having a nightmare in which he was pursued by Maf. In a twist that made him simultaneously feel guilty and infuriated, the Basma had been hectoring him with endless questions in Calna’s voice. Maf had insisted he couldn’t sleep unless Piras would guarantee he’d give him Laro Station for use as a Bi’isil colony.

Temper ready to fire, Piras searched through his clothing to answer his com. He had quickly realized that was where the abrupt summons came from.

It clicked off in mid-buzz. Piras cursed and finally found the thing, which had fallen out of its pouch on his belt to the floor. It beeped in response, indicating a text message had been left. He retrieved the message and squinted through sleep-bleared eyes to read it.

“What the fuck? Damned last-minute meetings.” He flung the com onto Kila’s bed. He picked up his uniform and started dragging it on while he ranted. “And of course it’s in an hour. Assholes.”

Kila yawned and stretched. “With great responsibility comes great steaming heaps of ronka shit. Better you than me.”

Lokmi sat down on the sleeping mat. He stuffed Piras’s com into its appropriate pouch as the Dramok stuck his arms in the sleeves. “Don’t forget to com your mom today too. We can’t have her worrying over her little boy, although the charges of treason are going to trump missing a weekly com.”

Piras snapped up at the comment, his already fiery temper ramping up higher. “Just because I prefer being on the bottom for sex doesn’t make me a wimp. I’m not a mama’s boy if that’s what you’re inferring. It’s called respect for parents, you ignorant fuck.”

Lokmi arched a brow at him. “Cool the defensive shit, hothead. It was a joke. I meant nothing by it.”

“Sure you didn’t,” Piras seethed.

Kila was in a mood of his own. He snarled, “Both of you shut the fuck up. It’s too early for this.”

Piras yanked his boots on and gave them his most scathing look. “The two of you can crawl in a boost rocket and fire it. I don’t have time for insults and arguments.”

He stormed out, pissed off with them and the entire universe.

At his home, Piras took a quick shower and changed uniforms. Realizing he was going to be late to whatever meeting he’d been summoned to no matter how much he rushed, he headed out on the balcony. He needed to settle his thoughts before dealing with anyone at Fleet Command. As was usual for him when hard thinking occurred, he paced up and down the wooden planks, breathing deeply of the fragrant woods and taking in the calming view.

He considered the defensive way he’d reacted to Lokmi’s statement about his relationship with his mother. Had he overreacted because of the dream he’d had? Or was it because others throughout his life had accused him of being tied too closely to Calna? That was probably it.

It was concern for his mother’s anxieties that kept Piras sugarcoating any dangers he’d faced throughout his fleet career, as well as why he had to answer when she commed. Facing the reality that he was about to hand her the biggest tangled mess of worry she’d ever faced and knowing how his treachery would shatter her made his stomach hurt. He’d not be able to allay her fears and settle her mind on that account for perhaps a very long time. The guilt choked him if he thought too hard about it.

Yes, he’d made far too big a deal out of Lokmi’s teasing. It made the headache pounding in his head that much worse. He didn’t want to be at odds with the Imdiko and Kila, and not because he’d soon be stuck on the same ship with them if all went according to plan. Also not because of the spectacular sex they’d shared on two occasions now.

Just as he gave full throttle to his temper, so he did with his other feelings. It was clear to Piras that the affection he felt for the Nobek captain and his chief engineer could grow into more intense emotions.

“Stupid,” he sighed to himself. “After Lidon, you know it’s beyond ridiculous to contemplate anything beyond a working relationship, with a little sex thrown in to relieve the tension. Considering the enormity of this assignment, it’s doubly dumb to consider having more.”

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