Mercenaries by Angela Knight Page B

sex. She could feel another searing climax floating just out of reach. Concentrating ferociously on the sensations flooding her, she almost dropped the blue dildo and had to fumble for it frantically.
    â€œGod, yes!” Sebastian groaned as his broad shaft rode faster and faster in and out of her mouth. “Damn, Red’s a natural-born cocksucker. Let’s put a collar on her and keep her.”
    Trin shivered at the rough eroticism behind the mock threat. She didn’t understand why it made her so hot. A decent woman might endure all this with stoicism if she had to, but she certainly wouldn’t feel such feral arousal.
    Apparently Trin wasn’t a decent woman.
    Sebastian stiffened, his back arching. “I’m coming!” he gasped. She felt his cock jerk in her mouth. Something bitter flooded over her tongue.
    â€œSwallow, Red,” Nathan growled. “Swallow every last drop. Because next”—he leaned closer until his whisper gusted against her ear—“it’s my turn.”
    Her eyes drifting closed, Trin obeyed, swallowing greedily even as her Orville training screeched in righteous indignation.
    At last Sebastian pulled free of the ring gag and collapsed back on the bed, panting, a sated smile on his face. She knelt on the floor and watched him, feeling a certain dark pride she’d reduced him to such boneless pleasure.
    â€œGod, that was good,” he groaned.
    â€œAnd I want to find out just how good.” Nathan stepped in front of Trin. She straightened eagerly as he slid his thick rod right into the ring and her waiting mouth.
    Trin began to suck, feeling every bit the wanton they’d call her back home.
    As hot as it had been when Sebastian had taken her this way, it was even more outrageously arousing when Nathan did it. Her sex went slicker with every oral stroke.
    She shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t revel in the sheer wicked kink of it all. Even if she cared nothing for morality, the whole idea of approaching Nathan had been to get away from a bunch of men who wanted to dominate her.
    But somehow this submission was different. For one thing, though they demanded her obedience, she sensed Nathan and Sebastian had no interest in hurting her. They weren’t abusers. They wanted her willing—not to mention enthusiastic—participation.
    When the sheriff had tied her to the Sinner’s Post, it might have been a sexual game to him, but the last thing he was interested in was her pleasure. She was an object to him, not a partner. And the rest of the colony’s men felt no different.
    Nathan’s big hands rose to cup the sides of her face, cradling her tenderly as she suckled him. Something in that gesture drained away the last of her shame. Even dominating the hell out of her, the captain treated her with affection.
    That was what made this all so seductive, Trin realized. Affection had been in very short supply in her life for a very long time.
    Suddenly Nathan pulled free of her mouth and rocked back. The slick head of his cock brushed her cheek as she glanced up, questioning. He stared intently down at her, probing her eyes with his. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, Trinity?” the captain asked, almost gently.
    Looking up into his brutally handsome face, she swallowed. And nodded.
    Nathan’s eyes blazed, and he plunged his cock inside her mouth again. Trin welcomed his silken length with hard suction and a stroking tongue, dying to taste him as she had Sebastian. Wanting to render him helpless with her mouth.
    The velvet rod jerked against her tongue, began to pulse salt and heat. “Yes!” His growl was low and fierce. “Take me!”
    On the verge of climax herself, she hungrily obeyed.
    The dildo dropped from her hands unnoticed.

    FOR a long moment the only sound in the room was the rasping gasps of spent breathing.
    Finally Nathan stepped back a little so that his cock slipped free of