It wasn’t pleasant—at all—but it began to seem so much like a normal physical that she felt some of her terror dissipate.
That lasted until she discovered she was surrounded by the things and all of them wanted a look.
Then the first began to examine her breasts and belly.
The tension built the lower the thing got.
It spoke.
Not to her, but she had no idea who it was speaking to.
She didn’t understand what it was saying for that matter, but it took her a little bit to figure out that it wasn’t speaking a language she understood.
Someone answered or responded, she thought.
The voice sounded … familiar even though the words didn’t.
She began to struggle to see who had spoken, which was when she discovered she’d been bound to the table so tightly she could barely move.
She couldn’t see the owner of the voice, but it had sounded like Hauk.
Or maybe Kadin?
But would either of them be in the same room?
Why would they be present?
She was so distracted the pain—like fire in her belly—caught her completely off guard.
She screamed at the intensity of it and kept screaming until she fell, thankfully, into the black pit again.
When she woke the next time, she wasn’t in the box of before.
She knew that immediately because there was a faint light coming from somewhere instead of nothing but pitch blackness. She thought she was alone until she managed to push herself upright.
There was a giant alien man squatted in the shadows of the corner across from the platform where she’d lain unconscious.
Her heart seemed to stop in her chest for a minor eternity and then leap to life again and run away. She pressed a hand to it, unconsciously trying to slow it.
Which is when she discovered she was as naked as the day she was born.
She felt her eyes pop wide open in shocked dismay and whipped a sharp look at her companion again. This time, he was looking directly at her.
Her thundering heart skipped several beats and then hurried to catch up. “Kadin?” she asked a little hoarsely.
“Yes,” he responded, shoving to his feet and striding purposefully toward her.
She thought she was relieved, but, my god! He was as naked as she was!
What the hell? “What happened?” she asked in a voice that cracked from dryness.
He grasped her shoulders as he reached her, yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his while she was still gasping with stunned surprise. The shock gave way to something she’d never experienced before.
Well, only once, when Hauk had kissed her, but still different.
It was almost like instantaneous inebriation. Almost the very instant she felt the heat of his hard mouth as it connected to hers, absorbed his scent and taste, her head swam and shock gave way to pleasure.
And confusion.
There was a tiny flutter of reluctance, but he ripped that away as he stroked his tongue along hers, bore her down onto the hard platform and covered her nakedness with his sheer massiveness. Her will to resist—if it had reared its head at all—went with it.
She wasn’t numb, or too dizzy to grasp what was happening to her. She felt absolutely every nuance of every touch, every friction point and faintest pressure and all of it sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through her until it almost felt as if he was bringing her blood to a slow boil.
“Do not hate me for this, Emma,” he murmured huskily when he broke from her lips and began to spread kisses along her throat and upper chest. “We would both pay dearly if I did not. I want to spare you as much of their cruelty as I can.”
Emma’s sluggish brain function was so slow to translate the words into meaning that he had advanced well past kisses, pushed his hips between her thighs, and begun struggling to make a connection between his body and her own before she untangled it and that completely diverted her from the task.
She thought it was his knee he had pressed against her sex at first.
But his knee was bigger and maybe harder and not as rounded.
And she was convinced he couldn’t have wedged that into the mouth of her sex as he managed with the thing he’d been battering her with.
And once he had managed that, there was no stopping or slowing his progression because his kisses had so thoroughly lubricated her passage even clamping her muscles against the intrusion was useless.
In any case, she had no desire to stop him once it was born in upon her that it actually fit instead of ripping her in two. His thick, turgid flesh felt so amazing it threw Kadin’s intoxicating kiss into the shade. Her entire body seemed to vibrate with the mounting tension and jolts of escalating pleasure and she felt his flesh scrub back and forth along the vibrating walls of her channel.
And her climax still caught her off guard.
Because, she realized, she’d never actually experienced a climax before in her life.
She thought she had. This was too soul shattering to allow room for confusion.
She came again when she felt his body expel his seed, gasping so hard she felt the threat of darkness close in around her.
He moved off of her as soon as he withdrew his spent flesh from her throbbing body, climbed off of the platform and returned to the corner he’d occupied before. Instead of crouching as he had previously, however, he merely leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.
Kadin did not know if he was more angry with her or with himself.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, wrestling with his anger. It was not her fault that they had felt compelled to yield to save her and the baby.
Nor the poor child’s for that matter, although they absolutelyhadbeen compelled to
