Badlands

By Marteeka Karland/Shara Azod

They say in space, no one can hear you scream. But in the Badlands you can scream all you want. No one gives a damn.

Vikings: Like the gates of Hell, the military base of Camerico marks the line between order and chaos, in this case, civilization and the Badlands. Only Warriors -- Genetically Engineered Elite Forces -- keep the evil that occupies the Badlands at bay. But the Warriors have become as uncivilized as the lands they police. They make their own laws, and they take what they want -- and right now they want Amy.

Spartans: Lysander, Calix, and Thanos are warriors currently patrolling inside the Badlands. Artemis has been watching the trio -- she knows they are her true mates. She just hopes she can break through Thanos's grief and guilt before he does something stupid. Like letting himself get killed.

Comanche: Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity. But then a myth shows up at her door. One touch and Aylen's life will never be the same.

Marines: Michael, Alec and Vic are on a mission to rescue the Warrior they are convinced is their mate. It will take the help of many Warriors and Mutants to get them across the Badlands to the Great Abandoned City in the East. Fortunately Evandra can take anything the Badlands -- or her Marines -- can dish out. And follow it up with plenty of her own.

The Fin: The time has come for Que, King of the Fin, Raf, Right Hand of the King, and Kor, Master of the Guard, to find a queen. But not from the corrupt lands ruled by humans. Their queen must be pure of heart and as courageous as any warrior. More dangers than death lurk under the sea in the Badlands. And learning to swim won't help you escape.

Publisher's Note: Badlands contains the previously published novellas Vikings, Spartans, Comanche, Marines, and The Fin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9780833202697

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Badlands

Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

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Spartans ©2018 Marteeka Karland

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The Fin ©2018 Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

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Table of Contents

Badlands

Vikings

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Spartans

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Comanche

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Marines

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The Fin

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

Badlands

Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

In the Badlands, women are rare. There are no females except those warriors can seduce… or steal.

Vikings: Like the gates of Hell, the military base of Camerico marks the line between order and chaos, in this case, civilization and the Badlands. Only Warriors -- Genetically Engineered Elite Forces -- keep the evil that occupies the Badlands at bay.

But the Warriors have become as uncivilized as the lands they police. They make their own laws, and they take what they want -- and right now they want Amy.

Spartans: Lysander, Calix, and Thanos are warriors currently patrolling inside the Badlands. Artemis has been watching the trio -- she knows they are her true mates. She just hopes she can break through Thanos’s grief and guilt before he does something stupid. Like letting himself get killed.

Comanche: Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity. But then a myth shows up at her door. One touch and Aylen’s life will never be the same.

Marines: Michael, Alec and Vic are on a mission to rescue the Warrior they are convinced is their mate. It will take the help of many Warriors and Mutants to get them across the Badlands to the Great Abandoned City in the East. Fortunately Evandra can take anything the Badlands -- or her Marines -- can dish out. And follow it up with plenty of her own.

The Fin: The time has come for Que, King of the Fin, Raf, Right Hand of the King, and Kor, Master of the Guard, to find a queen. But not from the corrupt lands ruled by humans. Their queen must be pure of heart and as courageous as any warrior. More dangers than death lurk under the sea in the Badlands. And learning to swim won’t help you escape.

Vikings

Shara Azod

Badland Warriors: Created to conquer, evolved to love.

Like the gates of Hell, the military base of Camerico marks the line between order and chaos, in this case, civilization and the Badlands. Only Warriors -- Genetically Engineered Elite Forces -- keep the evil that occupies the Badlands at bay. But the Warriors have become almost as uncivilized as the lands they police. They make their own laws, and they take what they want -- and right now they want Amy.

Three Viking Warriors, armed to the teeth and promising Amy what no man ever has before -- their complete devotion -- sweep her off her feet and away from her government-mandated job. What more could a woman ask for? Other than to survive the next attack of the mutants, who are sure to come after them when they escape into the heart of the Badlands…

They say in space, no one can hear you scream. But in the Badlands, you can scream all you want. No one gives a damn.

Chapter One

Amy stretched as she got off the couch in the break room. She had only been working for three hours, yet she had successfully soothed no less than twenty uptight soldiers. The last two young men had been easy. Less than ten minutes on each of their laps and they had been fully and completely relieved.

I have no idea how the hell she does it, she heard one of the other girls grumble as they elbowed past her to take their own break.

Like it was her fault she had a knack for what she did. To be perfectly honest she had no idea how she did it, either. She just seemed to sense what they needed, and she gave it to them. The quicker they were relieved, the quicker she was done. In her mind it worked out beautifully for everyone. Plus, she impressed her supervisors, which might get her off the main floor faster. That meant fewer customers and more time to herself. Something everyone in this place longed for.

Valknut assholes headed in with lust in their eyes and credits in their pockets!

The voice that chirped over the PA was entirely too cheerful to be announcing the imminent arrival of the biggest, baddest, roughest and toughest Marines along the jungle border of Camerico.

All movement inside the Soothing Bar came to an immediate and abrupt halt. They were called Valknuts not only for the Ancient Viking symbols tattooed on the sides of their necks, but also for the fact they hunted in packs of three. They hunted outlaws who were trying to sneak across the southernmost border into the Badlands, and those unspeakable creatures that the last of the world wars had left with hideous deformities. Or so it was rumored. Amy had never seen a mutant herself, nor did she know anyone who had. She just knew they were rumored to attempt to kidnap any and every fully human woman and child and drag them back to wherever the hell they lived. Caves, thatched huts, who the hell knew? They were said to be primitive in the extreme and deadlier than some of the mutant creatures who inhabited the surrounding jungle.

That was the reason the government had biologically engineered warriors from ancient times using DNA from bone fragments, seeing as how there was no such thing as a pure blood anything anywhere in the world anymore. The world’s population had dropped so dramatically, people were encouraged to mate with any and everyone fully human, resulting in a world of people with a little bit of everything in every shade under the sun.

Except the Warrior Class. They didn’t really work for the Camerico government. They reported exclusively to the WCGA -- the World Council of Governmental Affairs. They made sure no one country was stronger than another, that no one had exclusive rights to precious resources or anything else that had led to so many wars. Warriors were never born; they were created in labs, purest of the pure of the world’s most notorious fighters that had ever lived. It was rumored warriors were merciless, ruthless, completely without conscience when it came to their primary objective -- protect the borders of habitable countries, as few and far between as they were. They were a law unto themselves, secretive and elusive. The last line of defense for a vulnerable human population.

Then there were women like her. Pleasure girls, or Soothers as the government liked to call them. They were specifically selected to work the exclusive clubs on the borders, though they rarely saw real-life warriors -- mostly just regular Camerico troops who worked on the border bases as support for the country’s true defenders. Amy had been at the Soothing Bar for a full three months, and she’d never seen hide nor hair of the mythical men. Judging by the flurry of activity the announcement had caused, it must be a very big deal indeed. Half the women shook in their stilettos, while the other half rushed about, madly primping and puffing out their chests in the dangerously low-cut costumes they were given.

Amy looked down at the costume she wore, low-cut on the top, stopping just below her very ample breasts, and a tiny scrap of a skirt with nothing but a G-string underneath. Her riotous red curls fell freely down her back to her waist. The nails on her fingers and toes were carefully painted the exact shade of her hair. She figured she looked well enough. Her lightly tanned skin glowed with health and vitality, something not all the women here could claim. She’d never had a problem getting customers, though gyrating on their laps was still a little weird to her. She wasn’t advanced enough to do more than give soldiers a glorified lap dance. True Soothers could use their entire bodies to massage the tension from their customers.

Amy had once thought this job was nothing less than stripping -- glorified strippers for the military -- until she was actually on the job. Was it stripping? Sort of, but she had seen the worry and tension radiating from her clients, and she personally had eased them, soothed them, helped them forget for just a little while they lived right on the edge of complete chaos.

Amy! Quick, get your ass on the green line and smile!

The Floor Matron’s terse command took her by complete surprise. Amy stood dumbfounded, blinking at the woman built like one of those rusty old tanks she’d seen in a museum once as a child. It took someone pushing her from behind to get her feet moving. The green line? That was where the available women lined up for Warriors to choose from. She always lined up on yellow, symbolizing she was a novice to be used for junior enlisted.

She could literally feel the disbelief, disdain and downright hatred of many of the women on the main floor. She’d never really made friends since she’d been here, and this pretty much guaranteed she wouldn’t. Still, she felt a little thrill of excitement. Here was her chance to do something that would change her life for the better. Funny, she’d had that same feeling when she first received notice she would be coming here. The feeling had never really disappeared, and now it was intensified a thousand times.

Keeping her head down, she scurried to the green line. It doesn’t really matter anyway, she thought. I’ll never be picked in a million years.

* * *

Swede came to a halt after they crossed the threshold of the Soothing Bar, all his senses on high alert. He sensed rather than saw Nor and Dane come to a dead stop as well. There was something different here from the last time they had visited, or rather, someone. Not so unusual. Soothers didn’t last long on the border. It appeared all safe and secure located half a mile back from the military base, but it was still too close to the Badlands. Eventually, the women would either take one of their customers as a permanent companion or they would return back to the relative safety of the cities, their pockets lined with credits.

It became too much for anyone to soothe so many scared and scarred souls. You couldn’t help but be affected by it eventually. The soldiers were constantly on edge, the threat of Badlander raids ever-present.

Swede hadn’t expected to find what they were looking for so soon. He hadn’t really believed they would succeed in this personal mission at all. But there she was; the one whose scent hit him square in the gut, and no doubt affected his pod brothers the same way. All his senses were alive, every nerve sending tiny tingles of shock dancing across his skin, and he had yet to lay eyes on her. The problem was they weren’t supposed to feel any of this. They may have been bioengineered to appear as normal men, but that was the last thing they were. Soothing Bars were only used to release built-up tension that was natural in any human body. They weren’t supposed to possess the same emotions of regular humans. They weren’t supposed to feel anything at all. Hunger, lust, pain -- sure. It was even expected they would have some levels of anticipation when any of their basic needs were about to be met.

What Swede was experiencing now had nothing to do with the mere anticipation of release. He hungered, ached as he never had before, and all from her scent, whoever she was. He felt the primal urge, all right, not to seek and destroy an enemy, but to claim, to possess.

He sensed her slight trepidation, just a trickle of fear that brought forth his protective instincts. There was no doubt Swede’s podmates felt it too. What one experienced, the others did as well. It had been like that from their earliest memories, something they’d managed to hide from the scientific and military trainers who’d raised them. They had an inkling some of the other Warrior classes experienced similar anomalies -- except for maybe the Ninja who always worked alone, the sneaky bastards. Thus far, no one had clued their makers in on any of it.

Wow, I didn’t expect this. Dane was a master of understatement.

There she is, the one with hair of flame. To an outsider it wouldn’t appear that Nor’s head moved at all, but Swede and Dane caught the faint movement, their eyes zeroing in on the woman in question.

The breath left Swede’s lungs in a rush as soon as his eyes collided with the bombshell waiting on the green line, no more than a few yards away. She was perfect. She was a tiny thing, not more than five feet six, which would be about normal for regular human standards, but surrounded by the three of them she’d look downright petite. His cock hardened at the mental visual: all that glorious red hair tossing to and fro in fits of passion, those berry lips parted, little mews of… no, full-throated screams of pleasure. There would be at least one greedy mouth suckling those bountiful breasts that were currently stretching the fabric of the little green costume she wore. The scraps of material barely covered any of that luscious light-golden flesh.

Tension seized the muscles of Swede’s body. There were seven teams of Valknuts coming into the bar tonight. At least two of them had seen her as well, one heading in her direction. Before he could warn his podmates, however, Nor took matters into his own hands.

Swede watched with a great deal of satisfaction as Nor stomped forward, pointedly ignoring the Floor Matron and flicking away the bouncers like fleas. He gently picked up their woman and cradled her in his arms for a brief second before slinging her over his shoulder. The smug look of satisfaction Nor cast at the Valknuts who had been headed her way would have been comical if Swede didn’t feel such a need for urgency. They needed to get her upstairs; they needed to make her theirs. Then they needed to get her the hell out of here. Without a word, Swede and Dane followed as Nor made his way to the upstairs room.

Wait! Wait! That’s a hundred fifty credits. You must pay first. The wide Floor Matron stepped in front of him and Dane, but Swede noted she let Nor proceed without protest. She knew them well enough to know nothing would happen unless all three were present. It was simply the way they operated, coded in their genetics every bit as much as the Viking blood that made them fearless in the field.

I’ll settle the bill. The words tasted sour in his mouth. This was their woman, their life mate. Dane, go up and make sure Nor doesn’t frighten her to death.

Soon they would take her away from here, where she would never again be used to relieve frightened boys playing at being men. Soon.

* * *

She’s something of a novice, so don’t expect too much. She’s never done a full-body soothing, much less three. I beg you for your patience.

The words were barely above a whisper, but even halfway up the staircase Nor heard them as if the Floor Matron had shouted them in his own ear. He growled despite himself, causing the bundle casually slung over his shoulder to stiffen. Shit, he hadn’t meant to frighten her. She hadn’t uttered one word of protest, not even when he marched over and plucked her off the floor. He’d been inordinately proud of the fact she showed no more fear than a widening of her eyes. She was a woman meant to be a Warrior’s mate, the mate of the three of them.

Still, it didn’t sit well with him that she was scared, no matter how brave she was trying to be. Nor had he any clue how to ease her fright. The only experience he had with women in general were in bars such as this one, and never had it even crossed his mind to be concerned whether the Soothers were frightened of him or his podmates. Now it meant everything.

Comforting gestures were something he had read about once in one of those ancient computer files they had surreptitiously studied while still in the facility where they were created. They weren’t supposed to even know those files existed, but given the intelligence pumped into their DNA, hacking into every encrypted file the WCGA had was child’s play. He lifted his free hand to pat their woman’s behind, now thankful he at least had a passing knowledge on any subject pertaining to male/female bonding rituals. The woman responded almost immediately, but not in any way Nor anticipated.

First she stiffened even more before a whole new kind of tension invaded her body. He felt it slam into him as if he were the one being comforted. Only it didn’t feel anything like reassurance. When she whimpered just a little, moving against him, it made him hot, needy, achy. His skin felt as if it might be too tight for his body, and heat radiated from his very core to engulf him in a desire so intense he felt as if he might combust.

You’re spanking her ass, idiot. Stop before we have to finish this here in the open. Dane’s words reflected that he too felt the sensations currently swamping Nor. Nor looked at his hand as if it were some kind of foreign object. Sure enough, the damn thing was lightly smacking alternate cheeks of the most delectably curved ass he had ever seen. And she was enjoying it. Her hips lifted each time his hand retreated as if begging for another. Her almost-there skirt had risen, giving an eyeful of round, plump cheeks that were turning a rosy hue of red. The almost undetectable sounds of little gasps finally registered in his lust-choked brain. She liked it. The realization made his cock throb hard in his fatigues.

Swede had best hurry. Nor increased his speed to the private room, conscious that Dane was frowning at him as he kept pace step for step. He couldn’t care less about Dane’s displeasure. It didn’t really matter in the light of his new discovery. He desperately needed to get her in a room where there were plush pillows strewn about and a nice extra-wide divan to lay her down on.

I think he knows that, Dane grumbled as he pushed open the first available door.

Ignoring the guard who frowned as Nor carried his prize inside the room, Nor gingerly set her down on the dark green settee, taking a half step back. She looked so soft and delicate against the large piece of furniture. The darker green of the leather-like material set off the ice-green of her eyes. With her wild fiery hair tangled about her, the flush to her skin and those incredible eyes staring up at him with a mixture of apprehension and need, she looked like something out of the wet dreams he’d had as an awkward youth. Dreams, the scientists informed them all, they were not supposed to have.

In fact, she was the exact replica of the woman who had tormented him many a night in the training facility. Right down to the blush that spread from her cheeks to the creamy bit of flesh where her top pushed up her chest to just short of overflowing. It was her, in the flesh. Reaching out, he caressed one cheek with his finger, trailing it down to a hairsbreadth of where the top stopped. Her skin was so warm, almost feverish. He felt the rapid beat of her heart right beneath his fingertip.

No touching the girls. The guard tried to sound commanding and gruff, but Nor had heard scarier warnings from the new crop of created Warriors not yet in their teens.

Five hundred credits for you to get out, Nor threw over his shoulder, unwilling to look away from their woman.

Pay up front, or step away and let her do her thing.

The woman’s gorgeous sea foam eyes grew wide as saucers as he reached into his fatigues and tossed a wad of credits straight at the guard without even looking in the man’s direction.

Now get out, Nor instructed, finally turning to face the guard. His eyes zeroed in on the man until he quickly disappeared out of the room.

Chapter Two

What’s your name, sweetheart?

Amy looked up at the towering giant who had just spoken. His voice was almost unnaturally deep, but there wasn’t anything really scary about it. In fact, she wasn’t scared at all, which was downright weird. When the fierce-looking reddish-blond had lifted her up into his arms like she was a baby, then tossed her over his very broad shoulder, she hadn’t been scared. She’d been a little thrilled, truth be known. She’d just been chosen before all of the other far more experienced Soothers by a trio of the most yummy-licious men she’d ever seen in her life.

The rumors she’d heard about Valknuts were true; they did look as if they could bend a bar of steel with their bare hands, yet they didn’t scare her at all. They were so beautiful to look at it damn near hurt. The one who had just spoken had long, inky-black hair that was laced with strands of silver. His eyes were the color of the sky on a clear day, but instead of glowering at her as if she were merely some insect, they looked full of compassion, longing, and something else she couldn’t identify.

Amy. She sounded like a mouse, all squeaky and high-pitched. Clearing her throat, she tried again. I’m Amy, and I guess I’ll be your Soother this afternoon. Shit, she wasn’t supposed to give her real name, but who could think straight surrounded by huge, solid, devilishly handsome Warriors? They had her all tongue-tied and fidgety. From the moment the massive blond had looked directly at her she felt something she couldn’t define or explain pulling her toward all three. She hadn’t been anywhere near as frightened as she should have been, and that just made no sense.

You guessed wrong. That came from the one who had carried her up the staircase and spanked her. And she had liked it. Loved it really. Her face flamed as her clit throbbed in memory of those big hands slapping the bare flesh of her ass. He hadn’t hit her anywhere near as hard as she knew he could, and for that she was thankful.

What she wasn’t thankful for was the wet crotch that would be all too obvious once the soothing began. The very first thing a Soother was taught was how to move in a way to make the patron believe he was the only thing in the world that mattered, while keeping her nether regions firmly in control. Personally, she found that easier with some than it was with others. Amy had no idea how the veterans managed to control their emotions around Warriors like these. One look and she felt as if her insides had turned to molten lava set to explode at any moment.

Wait, did he say she’d guessed wrong? I’m sorry, but isn’t that why you’re here? For soothing? She was genuinely confused. She had nothing else to offer them, so what could they want?

Oh no! They had paid off the bouncer and rushed him off via a back door so no one would see. They didn’t want a soothing, they wanted to… Ummm… I think you might have the wrong idea. We aren’t that kind of bar. Amy scooted back to put distance between herself and the reddish-blond Viking stalking her way. At least she tried to. Instead of putting distance between herself and the men who were doing far too much to her body, she found her back pressed up against a wall of warm, hard flesh. When the hell had the black-haired one moved? And where the hell was his shirt?

The bitch of it was she didn’t find the idea of sex with three Warriors as intimidating as she should have. In fact, her entire body zinged to life at the very thought. What the heck was wrong with her? To be with one meant to be with all three, and that shouldn’t have sounded as inviting as it did.

I’m Nor. Amy was stunned as the oversized man dropped to his knees right in front of her, dipping his head to place a gentle, lingering kiss on her knee. It is my greatest pleasure and honor to meet you.

His breath was hot against her skin, his hands asserting gentle pressure to encourage her to part her legs. How easily they seemed to open for him. She felt almost as if she was looking at someone else, some other woman, as his lips blazed a trail down the insides of her thigh. She wasn’t even the least bit surprised when another set of hands came from behind, caressing her bare stomach, inching upward to just below her breasts.

And I’m Dane. A deep baritone purred directly in her ear, sending ripples of delight tingling down her spine. Soon we will be joined by Swede, but I fear we cannot wait.

Wait? Wait for what? She would’ve asked, but the man in front of her, Nor, had found her clit and began gently suckling on it while pulling her tiny thong down her legs. Her head fell back, resting against Dane’s chest as Nor’s wicked mouth traveled across her bare mound, his tongue licking at the puffy lips of her pussy, skirting past her clit, dancing against but not penetrating her cunt. She tried lifting her hips, but he only pulled away. She yanked at the silkiest hair she had ever felt, but was unable to move him any closer.

Poor baby, Dane crooned while unfastening her top and lifting it away from her with more care than she could have ever accomplished at this point. You should tell Nor what you need and perhaps he will give it to you. He grinned at her, a devastating twist of his lips that had her panting for anything he might want to do to her.

Amy didn’t know whether to punch the arrogant Valknut or plead with him to intercede. It was far too hard to formulate a coherent thought now that Dane had decided her breasts needed his rapt attention. He held them in his palms, weighing them, while using his thumbs to flip her nipples back and forth. She squirmed in agonizing anticipation, needing, craving a more intimate touch anywhere. Her cunt, her breasts -- hell, she didn’t care just as long as she got it.

You taste like the heavens. Her breath caught as Nor gazed up at her. Never had anyone looked at her like that, like she was someone to be cherished. It’s hard to keep my wits.

If that were true, what the heck were they waiting for? She was more than willing; she would probably maim both of them if they even thought about quitting now. She should’ve been a hell of a lot more bothered by the fact, but right now she just couldn’t worry about it. What mattered was the way her body was on fire, how much she needed them, each of them.

With more courage than Amy had ever thought she possessed, she opened her mouth to demand that they do something more, but the door slid open and the hulking blond strode in, freezing the words lodged in her throat. Damn, he was just as hot as the other two. Her temperature increased another notch, her pussy producing even more moisture than before. Her gaze traveled down to the generous bulge in his fatigues. Yes, this felt so right, the three of them watching her with hungry eyes and very hard cocks; the way it should be. In the back of her mind she wondered why it didn’t bother her that she was spread out like a freaking banquet just for all three of them. But the thought was too distant, too much of a small thing to intrude on the unbelievable sensations coursing through her.

You couldn’t wait? The blond might have complained at his companions, but it didn’t stop him from stripping off his shirt as he strode forward.

Finally, Amy thought with relief, she could be claimed.

* * *

Dane would’ve rolled his eyes at Swede’s ridiculous question, but he was way too busy enjoying the most magnificent breasts in all of creation. They were so full, so bountiful they didn’t fit in his hands, and he had very large hands. They had cherry-tipped nipples, all long and pointing, making his mouth water. The tops of the mounds turned a pretty shade of pink when she blushed, as she was doing now.

How the hell did you expect us not to touch her? Nor demanded from his perch between her legs.

Dane wanted to be there next to taste her himself. Instead, he slid from behind her, allowing Swede to take his place. He would miss holding her, but he had to taste her and he just couldn’t manage from behind. As soon as Swede slid into place, Dane latched on to a breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple. Amy arched into his mouth when his teeth lightly scraped against her, a little gasp falling from her lips. He alternated to the other side, gratified when her delicate hand snagged him by the hair, forcing him down harder on her breast. Swede held each heavy breast up for him, no doubt taking full advantage of her squirming body against his crotch. Dane didn’t think she realized she’d been giving his cock one hell of a soothing as Nor ate her pussy.

Do you like that, little one? Dane heard Swede murmur, noticing his podmate’s hands squeezing her breast as he spoke. Do you like the way Nor is eating you, or is it Dane’s hot mouth on those luscious berry nipples that has you riding my dick through my pants?

Dane squeezed his eyes shut trying to lock out the visual image Swede painted. It might’ve been easier if he could stop thinking about how good it would feel to have her writhing on top of him. He felt every single sensation Swede felt, and it was driving him crazy. He could feel the vibrations when Nor moaned against her pussy, and he knew his podmate felt it too. And if his guess was correct, once they had all fully mated her, the three of them would share her every emotion.

Nor. Dane didn’t have to say anything else. Nor stood, moving so Dane could take his place between her legs as Nor took Swede’s place holding her.

Leaning forward, Dane inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. As wild and exotic as the tropical flowers that bloomed only in the border region, yet there was a freshness, a strange feeling of coming home. He stuck out his tongue, slowly running it against the seam of her cunt. Heavenly. Nothing in the known world could taste this good. Amy bucked against him, forcing him into a