Gravity (Dark Anomaly #1) - Marina Simcoe Page 0,6
Nocc huffed another laugh. “She wouldn’t be sitting next to me! She’d be right on top of me!”
“Or under!” Someone yelled, cheerfully.
“With both of my cocks deep inside her!”
The crowd grew loud with approval, threatening to get out of control at any moment.
“We’ve already established that can’t happen!” Vrateus raised his voice, speaking over the increasing noise. “You can’t all have sex with her and make the fun last. But you can have her next to you—”
A series of confused exclamations interrupted him.
“What for?”
“Naked?”
“Is she gonna touch me, Captain?”
He lifted his arm in a wordless call to silence.
“No touching. But you can see her.” He gazed over their faces, gauging their reaction. “And yes, she’ll be naked.”
“Watching her while I’m jerking off?” Crux stared at him with less hatred and more confusion.
“You can see her naked flesh as you stroke yourselves,” Vrateus explained, evenly. “You can hear her moans as she touches herself—for all of you to watch.”
Crux’s green-spotted yellow eyes flashed with lust. Vrateus forced down the uncomfortable feeling. Sexually exciting his second in command was not his intention tonight, or any night for that matter.
The words worked, though. He put an image in the heads of the males. Now he needed to firmly nail that idea to their brains.
“You will be able to watch her every week, for as long as she shall live. And this way, she shall live much longer than just for a night. We’ll start tomorrow.”
It was time to leave.
He needed to remove the girl while the males mulled over his idea. Having her sitting here as an invitation for immediate action was dangerous.
Vrateus also needed to keep Crux from touching her again. He had to put the scent of another male on her, to eliminate any trace of Crux’s claim.
“Wyck, get her up,” he ordered to the youngest errock.
As soon as Wyck complied, Vrateus motioned for him to take the woman down the corridor, keeping the rest of the crew in his view.
The crowd’s excitement ran too high to settle right away.
“Why tomorrow? Why not right now?” they shouted at his back as he headed after Wyck and the female.
“She’s hurt and filthy,” he threw over his shoulder, not slowing down the pace. “Once she has eaten and rested, she’ll moan louder.”
Chapter 3
WHAT ON EARTH HAD JUST happened?
Could any of this be real? Or was I hallucinating, still lying unconscious after the crash?
With Wyck’s meaty hand around my arm and Vrateus walking on my other side, I was hurried down the corridor to keep up with their pace. It was especially challenging over the uneven floors, bulging up in some places and dipping in others. It required concentration not to trip.
More creatures stared at us from side corridors and doors as we passed. Some moved my way, but Vrateus and Wyck shoved them aside.
My stomach was tied in knots, my head swam with dizziness, and my legs barely obeyed my brain.
There must be something wrong with my translator. Otherwise, I would have to believe that the leader of this bizarre group had just promised his people some sexual favors on my behalf.
It was absurd.
Yet I hesitated to clarify anything with him while we remained in the presence of others. The tension of the crowd had crackled in the air, threatening to erupt into something dangerous. It felt safer to wait for a chance to talk to him alone. Though I wasn’t looking forward to being one on one with him, either.
“Here.” Vrateus stopped in front of a round, pewter double door. “She’ll stay in this room.” He hit the side panel with his palm, making the doors slide open, then walked in.
Wyck let go of my arm but didn’t follow his boss. Instead, he silently nudged me toward the open doors.
“Are you coming?” Vrateus snapped at me, with an annoyed glance over his shoulder.
Anger flared inside me. I dug my heels in defiantly, folding my arms across my chest.
“I believe you owe me an explanation,” I said in a much less diplomatic tone of voice than before.
Crux and some of the others came into view at that moment. They rushed our way down the corridor. Wyck’s chained monster hissed.
Even annoyed at me, Vrateus still seemed like the lesser of two evils, and I promptly entered the room. He immediately hit the door’s side panel, shutting the doors with a soft swishing sound.
“You’ll stay here.” He stepped aside.
My breath suddenly caught in my throat with a gasp.
The room was made entirely out of glass.