Demonic Attraction (4 page)

Keve shrugged and jabbed his knife against the silver pyramid. Metal clinked against metal and ran a shiver over her skin. “I’ve seen something like this before.”

Anya blinked and spoke without thought. “You have?”

“A side panel with most of the words erased through time and weathering, but it matched this.”

Thain chuckled. “He’s been like this since the arm picked the pyramid out of that crater. The energy readings don’t match, Keve.” The physicist’s head tilted and he focused on the small, glowing pyramid. “It is an incredible find though.” He paused. “There’s something about the quality of the light, the slow ripple of it down over the pictographs…” His voice trailed away before he snapped back, making Anya jump. A blush ran over his cheeks. “Sorry, it’s almost addictive.”

Nathan pinched at the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he murmured.

Anya looked between the two men, confused. The pyramid emitted a steady white light, no ripples, nothing interesting at all. She risked a glance back to Keve and found his expression strange, almost thoughtful. And there was that uneasy feeling back in her stomach. Keve wore too many masks. His eyes met hers and something wry lurked in their depths. Was he experimenting on his colleagues?

Anya snapped her attention back to her soup and the spoon in her hand. Eat her soup and carry on with her work. Keve Blayne could play whatever games he wanted with the men with whom he’d arrived…and leave her out of it.

“So you have your plan?” she said, breaking the sudden silence. Her spoon clattered into the empty bowl and she pushed herself away from the table to take her tray to the kitchen unit. “You see, I have my schedule to follow…”

Thain’s dark eyes slid to her and her stomach hollowed. Something in him had changed. Nerves and heat warred within her. “Yes, we have our plan,” he murmured.

“Ah, all right, good.” Anya backed up the stairs, her hand running slick against the metal rail. Her life had spun out of control in a few short hours and she needed some semblance of order. She jabbed a thumb back up the stairs. “I’ll be in the biomass filtration chambers if you need me.”

With that, she turned and almost ran out of the refectory.

Chapter Four

Anya drew the oxygen-rich air deep into her lungs and let out a slow sigh. The first chamber, a large domed room deep in the interior of the platform, burst with plant life, the golden light of a new morning creeping over the curved blue ceiling. She ran her fingers over the soft leaves of the nearest plant. Small buds promised flowers in a few short days.

She focused and pushed through the first row of dense planting to the monitoring equipment buried in the wall. She palmed the plate, waiting for it to slide back. The soft hum of the revealed tech mixed with the rustle of vegetation and the whirr of insect life. Her practiced eye scanned the pulsing organic instrumentation. “Working well today,” she murmured, pressing to move the plate back into place with a familiar hiss and clunk.

Her body jerked forward, thumping into the wall, and a half cry escaped her. A hard torso pressed against her back and a boot kicked her legs apart. “Wearing flesh. It’s been a while.” The soft voice sounded like Thain Alder…but underneath, Anya knew that hint of a growl and then she tasted it, the bitter burn of coal.

She twisted her head to look behind her and the physicist grinned at her, something confident, possessive and not like the man she’d left behind in the refectory. Well, not until that scorching final stare… “Damianos?”

“You wanted us to take you in front of them.”

Heat scalded her cheeks. Yes, only Damianos would know that embarrassing thought. “I did not.”

His hands slid over her breasts and pulled at the tabs securing her uniform. He slipped teasing fingers inside to circle her nipple.

Anya’s forehead pressed against the smoothness of the wall, needing to deny the low pulse in her belly. “You can’t do this. Just…wear…someone else.” She moaned, but didn’t fight him as he pulled the uniform over her shoulders, exposing her to the warm, damp air. “Is he…there…?”

“No.” Warm lips pressed to her shoulder and he drew in a heavy breath. “You’re ours, not his.” The words tightened her pussy and she swallowed. Open-mouthed kisses chased over her skin and Anya wanted more, wanted them to fuck her again.

“This is insane,” she murmured as Damianos used his borrowed hands to strip the rest of her uniform from her body. Fingers teased over her ribs, up to her shoulders until he gripped her arms, urging them up. His fingers ran over her skin until his hands flattened hers to the wall above her head. “Completely insane.”

There was the soft click of opening buttons. His heavy cock nudged against her ass, and Anya drew in a sharp breath. “Do you want us to stop?” he asked

“Now
you’re
the crazy one.”

His laughter brushed hot against her neck, the smooth nap of his service suit soft against her bare skin. A slow hand slid over her hip, exploring, playing until his index finger dipped and teased her clitoris. She gasped and it pushed further. Anya felt Thain’s smile against her skin. “You’re so wet for us, so ready.” His other hand slipped though the cleft of her ass and the press of his smooth cock, pushing hot against her pussy, had a hollow, needy ache coiling tight.

Thain groaned, Damianos’ growl underlying it as he slid deep into her pussy, filling her. His free hand found her breast, cupping, tweaking an aching nipple, making her push back against him as the need for him to move rioted through her.

“Damianos…” Their name was almost a moan. And then he pulled back, and pushed hard into her, grunting at the effort. Her fingers curled tight against the smooth wall. She wanted nothing more than to feel them, feel all of them in the warm, damp air of the sealed chamber where she could scream her release and no one would—

“Thain, what the hell are you doing?”

Croft’s sudden barked question froze her, but not the pounding of Thain’s hips, the tight pinch of his fingers over her nipple, nor the fingertip that rasped against her clitoris. He had to stop but… The knowledge that Croft watched seared fire through her flesh. Damianos growled against her skin, the hard slap of his hips against her ass, his defiance had her hot and there, just…

Orgasm smashed into her. Anya bit at her lip to stop the scream that wanted to tear from her throat. Her head dropped and she crushed her eyes shut against the sudden wave of embarrassment. Now she had to face the fallout of being found naked with a man she’d only known for half an hour.

“Turn her.”

Anya’s stomach dropped. That didn’t sound like… Thain pulled free of her body and with his hands steady on her hips, guided her trembling body to face the pilot.

Nathan Croft gave her a hard grin that matched the one she’d seen on Thain’s face. His gaze slid over her nakedness and she didn’t miss the excited gleam. “Did you enjoy the idea of being caught, Anya?”

Thain’s hand at her hip caressed her skin, slipping to play below her navel. “Oh, she did,” he murmured. “Almost milked me at the thought.”

Croft’s head tilted to one side and he looked behind her to the man whose hips absently pushed against hers, his still-hard cock slipping, sliding between the dampness of her ass. “We’re still hard,” he said. The pilot’s dark eyes fixed on her and the need there had her empty pussy clenching. “And we need to eat her.”

Nathan dropped to his knees and grabbed her thighs. His hot tongue licked her, curling to find her clitoris with an accuracy that had Anya fisting his silky hair. Behind her, Thain’s cock, slick from her, pushed against her ass. Already fresh spirals of pleasure wound through her flesh. “You’re going to kill me.”

Thain’s lips brushed her ear and the hot contact had her gasping. “That’s the very last thing we want from you. Warm, living flesh, we ache for it, need it. Here, it sustains us.”

“These men…” The pilot’s teeth grazed her clitoris and the surge had her bucking against him, his fingers biting into her thighs. “Are you going to…keep…them?”

“Them?” Thain thrust deep and Anya cried out at the sudden fullness of him buried in her ass. He growled against her ear and pulled back slow, her body resisting him, and the new flare of orgasm thickened her flesh. She couldn’t fight it, soon she would explode.

“No. But for now as we’re buried so hard and deep,” he twisted his hips and she moaned, “in your delicious flesh that we could fuck you forever. They’ll do. Very nicely.” The pounding of his hips met the rhythm of his words, met the rapid, sure tongue of the man on his knees before her. Their sounds, slaps, licks, satisfied groans, had the need in her growing tighter, tighter—

Croft ripped his mouth away, and before she knew what was happening, his tongue was in her mouth, her legs around his waist and his cock thrust hard, fast, pounding into her aching pussy. For a glorious moment they fucked her in unison, slamming deep into her willing flesh, the wild kiss tasting of her, them and someone unknown. She couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t—

Anya screamed and found the raw sound swallowed as the men took her, swept her into a fiery orgasm that blistered across her mind. Somewhere in the maelstrom, they found their own release and the kiss, their hands, their thrusts eased, softened into a luscious afterglow of touching and tasting that had Anya trembling as their mouths, tongues, fingers explored and caressed her in wonder.

The pilot’s thumb wiped a tear from her cheek, his smile soft. He placed a gentle kiss on her mouth, his tongue tip teasing her upper lip. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Wearing flesh with you is delightful.”

Anya snorted a laugh. “That has to be one of the more bizarre things I’ve ever heard.”

He slid from her pussy and Anya missed the close contact. Thain placed a kiss on her shoulder and eased free from her ass. Suddenly she felt exposed, empty, and didn’t know what to do with her hands. The physicist handed her her service suit and she struggled into it, her sweaty, sticky skin fighting the smooth fabric.

Thain smoothed his hands over her shoulders while the creature who lived in Croft ran slow fingers over the tabs securing her suit. More than once his fingers teased an aching nipple and she glared at him. “This is going to be awkward.” She stood on her tiptoes and traced her tongue along his bottom lip, finding herself pulled into a soft kiss, his tongue, his lips tasting her, wanting to know her with a thoroughness that could so easily lead to yet more nakedness…

Anya pulled back and blew out a tight breath, ignoring the play of Thain’s fingers over her mons. “He’s bound to notice the taste of me on…you…him.” Shit, this was confusing and the clever, relentless fingers of both men, mixing, playing between her thighs didn’t help. Tight pulses of pleasure flashed under her skin as blunt fingertips circled and pressed through the thin fabric of her suit. Damn it, she should’ve been raw, aching, sated, but she wasn’t.

“We share energy. As we need you, you need us. And to need us, you must enjoy full health,” Croft murmured, his hand cupping her breast, a thumb teasing over a taut nipple. His mouth covered hers and the slow tease of his tongue, the play of fingers over her breasts, between her legs, all too quickly rushed a brief flare of release through her flesh.

Anya sagged against the hard body of the pilot, listening to the rapid thud of his heart. She pulled in a weary breath, mixing his warm scent with the familiar bitter coal of Damianos. “So glad you’re not Keve.”

Thain’s palm stroked down her spine in slow, soothing caresses. “You don’t like him?”

“He unnerves me.” More than that, but she couldn’t admit to her unexpected attraction, right there, right then. So she squeezed her thighs, twisting, trapping their fingers against her pussy and enjoying the little aftershocks with a quick gasp. A flush ran under her cheeks. Damianos really was a bad influence. “And he knows about you…in a way. He found an artifact, a silver pyramid.”

“Yes, his opening it allowed us to borrow these men.” The pilot ran a hand up over her hip to cup her breast. It was obviously a favorite place for him and the easy, idle patterns he pressed into her flesh soothed her. “They won’t remember any of this.” A sharp grin pulled at his mouth. “We’ll scrub them down before we give them back.”

Anya laughed and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

Thain squeezed her ass and she yelped. “We know.”

Reluctantly she pulled away from the warmth of their bodies. She backed away from them, down the narrow aisle leading to the chamber door. “Have fun playing with your flesh.”

“These men will never be as much fun as you.” Croft’s gaze ran down Thain’s lithe body. He wrinkled his nose. “No, not even close.”

Anya smirked at them. “You say the nicest things.” The door to the chamber slid open behind her and she stepped back through it. It eased into place and with it shut, her body sagged. She let her forehead fall against the cool metal. Her palms pressed against it, her fingers stretching, the pull of them breaking her thoughts on the men, creatures, whatever in the chamber beyond. “I’m crazy, they’re crazy,” she murmured, but she didn’t want to give up something so incredible. No one,
no one
had ever wanted her as much—nor as often—as Damianos.

A wry smile pulled at her mouth. And she had to move before they left the chamber, or she’d find herself stripped and sandwiched between them again.

Anya groaned against the sudden flare of heat in her flesh, the ache in her pussy. “Do your job, Engineer Sigurdson.” She pushed herself away from the wall and followed the curve of the corridor to the second chamber. “They’ll find you again soon enough.” That thought had her grinning as she palmed open the next door.