Lindsey McInness and her parents are barely surviving on post-Armageddon Earth. When a Kalquorian shuttle crashes nearby, Lindsey has no choice but to offer herself to the clan on board in exchange for food and rescue.
Bacoj, Japohn and Vax are stunned when a young woman presents herself to them for their sexual pleasure. Kalquorians of their youth and low rank have no expectation of finding the elusive Earther mates Kalquorians covet so highly. But the strong willed and yet yielding Lindsey seems to be a perfect fit for them … until they learn her secret that threatens to tear the entire clan apart.
Lindsey waited for the men in the main cabin of the shuttle. It was a small space with bench seating around two small round tables attached to the floor. The ceiling, floor and walls were all the same white surface, and the black furniture was stark. She thought little of the Spartan décor.
She shrank back as the aliens joined her. Their sheer size was so intimidating. Was she really going to do this?
Bacoj looked at her, his gentle expression doing little to alleviate the dread settling heavily in her stomach. He walked past her to the back of the cabin, where a door hissed open. “Here sleeping room,” he announced.
She slowly walked toward him, aware the other two men were behind her. Surrounded. If she changed her mind, would they let her go? Or would they force her to keep her bargain? The swelling of Bacoj’s groin told Lindsey he very much wanted to have her. She fought back the rise of panic that threatened to send her screaming out of the shuttle and down Fort Lauderdale’s debris-strewn streets.
She peered into the sleeping room, standing just outside the doorway. This room had a little more warmth than the main cabin. Golden light emitted from the walls and ceiling, casting a warm glow. Soft chocolate brown plush covered the little bit of the floor not covered by the bed, a raised billowy surface big enough to sleep a family. Or three large Kalquorians. White linens covered its surface.
“You all sleep in here? Together?”
Japohn’s heavy voice answered her. “We are clanmates.”
So perhaps the rumors of same-sex coupling among the Kalquorians were true. Lindsey tried to decide how she felt about that. Her Buddhist upbringing taught her to accept others as they were, a far cry from the state-approved religion’s anti-homosexual stance.
Why should I even care? All I want is to get some food anyway. It’s none of my business what these guys do with each other.
Lindsey stepped into the room. She leaned over, yanked at the shoestrings of one boot and pulled it off, a little embarrassed when sand sprinkled the clean floor. “Let’s get this over with.”
A big hand curled around her wrist, stopping her. She looked up into Bacoj’s purple eyes. He said, “Wait.”
She straightened. He didn’t want to do this after all? Despair warred with relief.
His mouth worked as he fought for words in her language. “You trade. To help family. You no—” he shook his head, struggling to express himself. He barked something at the other two men that sounded like kalom.
Vax shook his head helplessly. Japohn thought a moment before saying, “Whore?”
Bacoj’s expression cleared. “Correct.” He turned back to Lindsey. “You no whore. We no allow you act whore.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened. She certainly felt like a whore, but realizing the alien didn’t regard her as one made her feel a little better about the situation. She warmed to Bacoj. “So what do you want me to do?”
He smiled. “This trade make good. For you and us. You no sex before?”
Her stomach fluttered at his heated expression. Really, the man was stunning. Perhaps sex wouldn’t be that bad after all. “That’s right. I’m a virgin.”
Bacoj nodded. “You nervous be.”
More like terrified, especially since it looks like you have an anaconda in your pants. “You could say that,” she told him.
He smiled, and Lindsey saw long, needle-thin fangs appear behind his more humanlike square teeth. “I help no fear.”
She stared at the fangs, unable to help herself. “How—”
Lindsey never saw Bacoj move. All at once, he had her wrapped in his arms, held close to his gorgeous, muscular body, his face warm against her neck. Pain jabbed into her throat.
“Ow! What are you doing?” She struggled in his grip. He held her easily as he might a baby.
The pain was fading already as Vax answered. “He bite you.”
“No kidding! Get him off me!”
Japohn stroked her hair, his dark expression softening. He brought her chestnut locks to his face and inhaled. The pleasure on his face made Lindsey’s lower body clench, and her struggles weakened. Warmth infused her.
“His bite give intoxicant,” the huge alien said. He stroked her hair and Lindsey shivered with sensation. “It calm. You feel?”
Boy, did she ever. Euphoria coursed through her veins as Bacoj disengaged, his raspy tongue sliding a wet trail over where he’d bitten her. Lindsey felt warmth pulse from her nether regions, wetness pooling in her panties.
Bacoj smiled gently. “Apology. I no wish frighten.”
Lindsey moved against him, but not in struggle. Suddenly she couldn’t get close enough to the Kalquorian even though their bodies were already molded tight to each other. “Sure. I’ll get over it.”
“Very good.” Her arms slipped around his neck. “Very, very good.”
His beautiful, sensuous mouth found hers, enfolding her lips in a kiss. And what a kiss. Lindsey had received pecks on the cheek before from dates, dry, impersonal things that still pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior on pre-Armageddon Earth. But Bacoj’s kiss was a revelation: moist, warm and lingering, sending electric shocks of heat from her lips to her womb. She felt melted inside, like chocolate left out in the sun.
His lips parted to let his tongue snake into her mouth. Lindsey gasped to feel the warm wet flesh invade, tasting her inner recesses. Her insides went from melted chocolate to molten lava in an instant. Just when she didn’t think the kiss could get any better, Bacoj’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her so he could plunder deeper still. His tongue wove around hers, cat-scratchy and delightful, sending her heartbeat thundering as if she’d run a marathon.
As his remarkable kiss continued, hands tugged at her clothing and his, baring her to the hard heat of his skin. She’d never felt anything like this wondrous sensation of another’s body molded against hers. He was granite where she was soft, and she reveled in how she melded against him, seemingly absorbing into his muscled frame. She ached to get closer still, to imbue the alien with her own essence.
The intoxicant he’d sent into her system made her brave with desire. All inhibitions fled as it sang effervescent harmonies in her bemused brain, entrancing her. Lindsey’s hands roamed the chiseled frame, eager to know every ripple, every indentation, every bulge. She started with the thick column of his throat, running her fingers down to delight in the width of his shoulders, the flat planes of his pectoral muscles, down over his abdomen with its double row of bumps, devouring him with her touch. And she dared even lower, to touch the hard, slick maleness folded between their bodies, pulsing against her belly. Her hand gripped him there, feeling the wet, velvety skin over his iron, and just below that a second length of firm flesh…
Lindsey jerked back, tearing her lips from the sweetness of the alien’s embrace, her eyes skittering down Bacoj’s muscled torso to confirm what her hands had discovered. Shock warred with the euphoria of his bite as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing and touching.
“Earther men one. Kalquorian men two,” Bacoj said softly.