A low, familiar hum followed his statement. Tina cried out as Yorso shoved two fingers in her sex. He wore Osopa’s vibrating glove. A wave of excitement chased through her.
“You’re moving pretty well for someone who said she couldn’t budge. Look at that ass wiggle!”
Tina squalled, her face buried in the covers. His thumb, quivering with the glove’s power, settled on her clit. She beat the bed with her fists as her flesh went raw with sensation.
His fingers stroked in and out, pressing particularly hard against an inner portion that felt almost as tender as her bud. Heat broke out over her, a wave that radiated from her core.
“Come.”
There was a pause, as if her entire body had frozen, prey hearing the hunter a second before reflexes took over. Then rapture seized her in its jaws, and she was shaken from top to toe in its grip.
Surges continued as Yorso released her, turned her over, and covered her with his body. He thrust deep within, and orgasm mauled her afresh. She clung to him for dear life as he rutted, taking her with fierce demand. Spasms cascaded through her, exhilaration pulsing through her senses.
Then a final, mighty heave when he cried through gritted teeth, “Come!” His cries of completion joined hers.
A minute—or an hour—or an eternity later, he whispered in her ear. “My beauty, I fear with this power we have over you, you’re in big trouble.”
She didn’t reply. She only smiled.
Chapter Ten
Tina walked down the long, cream-colored corridor with her clan a few minutes after the tensest meal of her life.
She’d been allowed to leave the clan’s tiny quarters for a lunch date with Tukui and Osopa. The unexpected treat was a nice surprise, and she’d been delighted to sit in the dining room with its low tables, plush seating cushions, and a polite staff that hurried their food out to them.
Other clans which had claimed Mataras showed up. What Tina had envisioned as a—well, maybe not a romantic date, but a date all the same—had devolved into uncomfortable silence and little eating.
Mary Anderson had appeared terrified and ended up screaming her head off. Her clan had carried her out. Sister Katherine had been withdrawn, her expression shamed as she allowed her clan to feed her. Cassidy Hamilton, showing up with Dr. Degorsk, glared at everyone with righteous disgust.
Apparently, Tina was the only woman among them who’d found happiness in her situation. Unlike her, they were true believers in the religion. She wasn’t surprised they’d consider the situation unbearable. Guilt that she had no part in their misery assaulted her.
Yet she couldn’t feel bad about belonging to Clan Tukui. If God did exist, then her permanent status with the three men was a gift from the heavens. Given time, it could even turn into a real love affair. Her thoughts were drifting in that direction, which was why she’d been enthused about having lunch somewhere besides their quarters. Maybe even a bit starry-eyed. The thought of falling in love—and perhaps having it reciprocated someday—was impractical, but Tina enjoyed the fantasy. With three handsome men bound to her for life, who treated her like their leading lady and offered sensual thrills without judgment, how could she not hope for a happy ending?
Now she was shaken and wondering if she were a traitor. Was she? After all, it wasn’t as if she could fight the Kalquorian fleet and stop the invasion Yorso had told her about. She was one woman who lacked weapons training or any skills outside of cooking and cleaning. Movie heroines could have pulled off the impossible, but Tina wasn’t in a movie. This was real.
All she wanted was to be happy. Right or wrong, Clan Tukui made her happy.
The clan reached a cross-corridor and paused as Tukui and Osopa readied to return to duty. Yorso offered a smile that said he might lose what lunch he’d eaten. “A midday meal out seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Osopa and I have to get back to the bridge.” Tukui’s demeanor showed reluctance to do so. Worry etched on his handsome features as he gazed at Tina. Despite her own uneasiness, she warmed to his concern. After seeing how the others behaved, she was more relieved than ever that she’d ended up with this clan. Perhaps those other men weren’t as understanding as hers, and that was why Mary, Katherine, and Cassidy acted so miserable. Yet the other clans hadn’t seemed bad, from the