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“She’s not a virgin, but she’s not very experienced. Her tastes are borderline exotic for this culture,” Rikardi replied, then grinned and added, “at least, not with anyone other than herself and her toys.” Tianna didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any redder. She could feel the heat rising from her in waves. She didn’t know if it was possible to die from embarrassment, but she was damned close to finding out.

Damion raised an eyebrow. “How do you know her tastes, Rikardi? I thought you said you hadn’t touched her yet. Have you been in her mind?”

Rikardi’s grin turned positively cocky and he puffed out his chest a little. “Oh, yes. Several times. It’s hard to stay out when she’s constantly bringing me into her fantasies.” Yes. She might just die of embarrassment… if she were lucky. “I’m looking forward to seeing if your methods of self-pleasure have prepared you for me.” Rikardi stood now. Yep. The man was frickinghuge. He towered over her and was several inches taller than Damion -- who was also fricking huge. Even being a “big girl,” she felt small compared to them. Had she been a “normal-sized” woman, she’d probably have run screaming. But, as Rikardi had so cheekily pointed out, her tastes were exotic. She liked big men -- in every sense of the word -- and Rikardi sported the biggest cock she’d ever seen, and it was rapidly growing as he looked her up and down. And what did he mean by “prepared you for me”? Her heart thudded so hard in her chest she was sure her shirt moved with each beat.

He turned that dark smile on her, his perfectly straight, white teeth flashing her a wolfish grin. “I want to see you as I’ve long imagined. I want to see that exquisite body naked. Strip.”

His voice was melodious, almost hypnotic. Without thinking, she almost reached for her jeans button before she realized exactly what she was doing.

“I most certainly willnot!” Tianna had to shake her head to clear it of the spell he wove around her. It had been a really long time since a man had told her to strip. Well, at least a sober man. Now, she remembered how much she loved the feeling of being sexy, and this man looked at her like she was a piece of that delicious Brownie Sheet Cake he wanted to eat. “I don’t know you.” She turned to Damion. “Either of you. I’m not just hopping into bed with you because you say so.”

Rikardi shrugged. “You don’t have to ‘hop’ anywhere. I’m more than happy to carry you.” That was the only warning she got before he scooped her up as if she weighed no more than a child and left the room with her.

At first, Tianna was so surprised all she could do was shriek and wrap her arms around his neck. Then, she thought to protest, but his skin felt so good. Smelled so good. She wanted to see if it tasted so good.

Rikardi took her up the stairs two at a time and she truly thought she’d died and gone to heaven. This was a perfect man for her.

“Remember that, sweet. I amtheperfect man for you. No one else.”

“Not now, Rikardi,” Damion growled from a couple of steps behind them. “You need to complete the first stage of the claiming first. She needs to know you can satisfy her every need before she knows the rest of it.”

Tianna groaned. It was going to be complicated. It was always complicated. They were weirdo aliens with a taste for kink who wanted to get laid. Rikardi had been playing the Peeping Tom inside her head, learning what she liked, and this was their chance to get the BBW and not have to commit to a second session. They’d give her some line of malarkey to make her think they were insane or something, and it would look like she was the one who didn’t want to continue the “relationship.”

She should put a stop to this now. Right now. Oh, God. Maybe after Rikardi quit that nibbling and sucking at her neck. Her skin prickled and burned slightly where his lips made contact with her neck. It felt damned good. She decided maybe she’d wait before stomping out of the house and back to her own home.

They’d made it to the top of the stairs at some point and entered a huge bedroom done in rich, masculine colors. The carpet was a deep crimson and the drapes were a lush hunter green trimmed in gold. Three huge windows allowed warm, golden sunlight into the room, giving the effect of spotlights being directed in strategic places. One of them being the plush-looking king-sized bed, dressed in the same beautiful green as the drapes, sitting proudly on a dais three steps off the floor.

Tianna was mesmerized as the bed got closer and closer with every step Rikardi took. Then he was climbing the steps and she was set gently atop the silk comforter in the middle of the bed, only to be followed by both men. They sandwiched her between them, invading her personal space quite deliberately. Rikardi faced her and hooked one of her legs around his hip while Damion snuggled close behind her, pulling her bottom to rest against his pulsing groin.

“Will you freely give of yourself so that I may prove myself worthy to be your consort?”

Rikardi’s words sounded formal, and Tianna knew this would be a really good time to scramble to her feet and run like the wind, but instead she simply breathed out, “Yes,” and the fun began.

Rikardi’s mouth captured hers in a firm but gentle kiss. He wedged his thigh between hers and pulled her leg higher so that he contacted her sex through her jeans. Her breath caught and she clamped down on his thigh, holding him to her. Lord, it felt good to be touched like this!

His hands shaped her thigh and hip over and over, gripping, squeezing, and gently rubbing until she longed for him to do that to her bare flesh. Hesitantly, she laid her hand just above his hip and gingerly stroked. When he grunted his approval, she began a tentative but eager exploration of whatever skin she could reach.

His mouth sucked carefully yet insistently at her lips until she opened with a sigh and his tongue dove in. It was quite obviously a determination not to leave until he was good and ready. Her head rested on his other arm, and he curled it round her head possessively and fisted her long, auburn hair, positioning her just where he wanted her.

She was so caught up in Rikardi’s masterful touch, she almost forgot about Damion until she felt his hand graze her hip. Automatically, she reached back to touch him. When she found bare, warm flesh, she jumped a little. Both men chuckled -- Damion in her ear with a warm breath, Rikardi into her mouth. She sighed when Rikardi plunged his tongue in deeper.

I think you’re overdressed for the occasion, little Tianna. Rikardi’s voice was but a whisper in her mind. His lips molded hers insistently but tenderly, and she jumped a little when she registered he hadn’t actually spoken.

This really should have creeped her out, but all she really cared about was getting as naked as possible as fast as possible. She wanted her flesh mashed between theirs. Now.Yesterday.

She started to disengage herself when she realized shewasnaked between them. “Wha --”

“Shh,” Damion said. “Later. Just enjoy.”

What the hell? You only live once. Tianna sighed and surrendered to whatever they wanted. She might go back to being little Miss Prim and Proper when it was all over, but for now, she’d enjoy everything they had to give.

It was like a silent signal went out to each man. Rikardi rolled to his back, taking her with him, and she sprawled on top of him, her breasts mashed wonderfully against his chest. She tried to push away, to take at least some of her weight from him, but he held her fast, both arms snugly around her waist and back.

“You’re not going anywhere. You gave me permission to prove I could pleasure you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Rikardi’s look was fierce, proud. This was a man with something to prove.

“I’m too heavy for this,” she protested. “I’ll hurt you.”

“Look at me, Tianna,” he said, obviously annoyed. “I’m six feet eleven. Over three hundred pounds. If you were one of those waify, skinny women this world and Gothe’mar both seem to adore, I’d seriously hurt you during love play. You’re absolutely perfect for me.” His lips found hers again, and he kissed her more thoroughly than she could ever remember being kissed in her thirty-five years. She kissed him back just as eagerly. She felt like she’d been starving, only to be set before a banquet table and told to eat her fill. She wanted to taste everything.

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