pleasure kept growing, spreading through me in waves.
My reply must have given him more confidence. Gradually, he had taken over. With one hand, he continued to cradle my head, the fingers of the other dug into my hip, holding me in place as the power of his thrusts increased.
A low growl vibrated in his chest, resonating through me. His arms slid around me once again, as he pressed me to him so tight I could barely breathe. His massive body convulsed with his release, pushing the table back with a loud screech against the floor.
I ventured a peek over his shoulder, quickly sweeping the place with my gaze.
Nocc remained in his chair, with Trox sitting on the floor next to him. Both held their enormous dicks in their hands.
Though Wyck was only using one of his, the rumors were true, errocks did have a pair each. With a dick in each hand, Nocc had no hands left to hold the gun. It lay on the corner of the table I was sitting on, a little too far for me to reach in one move. I believed I only had one move, one chance at it while Nocc was still coming, spurts of shimmering green goo shooting all over his hands.
Wyck leaned his head on my shoulder, spent after his orgasm. I slid my hand up, trailing my fingers along the bumpy line of ridges on the back of his neck.
“The gun,” I whispered so softly only he could here. “Can you get it?”
Wyck’s arms were longer than mine. While standing, he also had a wider range of motion.
His muscles tensed at once, all post-orgasmic softness completely gone from his body. Tucking himself in with one hand, he dashed sideways, going for the gun.
The knife over my shoulder dipped, slicing through my hair and scorching the skin at the base of my neck. I squeezed the tentacle that held the knife handle and leaped off the table. Twisting my wrist, I flipped the blade back, toward the tentacle.
“You filthy whore!” The yourlu scurried to the edge of the table after me, his other tentacles lashing at me as I cut through the one that held the knife.
“Filthy?” I snapped at him, yanking the knife from his loosened grip. “Do you consider yourself clean?” I wrinkled my nose at the soiled, greasy shirt he was wearing.
He scurried back, away from my knife. The cluster of tentacles he had for legs undulated under him, sliding and slipping along the surface of the table.
I saw Wyck point the gun at the two errocks, their limp dicks draped listlessly over their thighs. He was in control, now. Knife in my hand, I dashed to Lesh.
He hissed and growled as I made my way to him, dodging the males. Some of them still had their pants around their ankles.
His teeth snapping at everyone around us, Lesh didn’t so much as nip at me. Grabbing his chain, I sliced with my knife through the cable it was attached to.
“Good boy.” I patted Lesher. “Now, let’s go get your master.”
With the vicious mahdi clearing my way, moving through the crowd proved much easier. However, there were still too many of those who wanted a piece of both of us.
“Wyck!” I yelled over the crowd, hoping that he’d be able to meet us halfway.
He was easy to spot, towering over the rest. His head snapped in my direction, then he shoved aside at the aliens surrounding him, parting the crowd like the sea on his way to me.
He reached me in a few wide strides, firing at those who were too slow to move away in time.
“Come here.” He hugged me to him with one arm. Without slowing down his pace, he swept me off my feet, half-carrying me out of the disgusting mess hall.
“She’s dead meat, boy!” Nocc’s voice shot from the room like a bullet at our backs.
Chapter 15
“NEVER AGAIN,” WYCK hissed under his breath when we got back to my room.
A storm raged in his eyes, his chest heaved with heavy breathing, his expression dark—he was furious.
Never again?
God knew, I agreed with him. But what could we do to stop this? What could anyone do in this lawless place forsaken by the rest of the world?
His gaze fell on me.
“Nadia.” He took a step closer.
He wanted to hug me, and I quickly stepped back into the safety of the glass room where I knew he wouldn’t dare follow me. My body retained the memory of him