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working against the tightness of her hole, preparing her. Rough palms eased over her stomach, strong arms holding her to the hard, hot body beneath her.
    “Let me in.” The masculine growl against her ear ran a delicious shiver through her flesh.
    The push and pull of the fingers died away and the hard cock, slick but rough-ridged, nudged against her hole. Anya’s heart hammered, the still-licking tongue, the hands playing, tugging at her nipples and the hard body that held her firm had her dizzy, aching. The first push of the heavy cock forced a gasp and the need to writhe, to work him deeper, deeper into her ass.
    “Let me in…”
    A cock pushed against her teeth as she bit her lip. Without thought, Anya opened her mouth, her tongue teasing over the ridged head that tasted hot, dry and with the intoxicating hint of unknown spices.
    The cock in her ass sank deeper and then pulled back and she took the one in her mouth, her neck arching to take him, to fill her, to want more. Her skin blazed, her mind spiraling. She wanted them to fuck her, for the cock stroking in and out of her ass with a fast, delicious rhythm, for the tongue curling and lapping never to stop, never—
    The pace of the cock fucking her mouth increased, matching the harder, insistent thrust of the cock pounding into her body. The tongue licked her, his hands digging hard into her thighs, keeping her wide open to him.
    Erratic thrusts had her gasping and the threat of wild release coiled deep in her belly. She wanted them, wanted, needed them all to fuck her, to love her every night.
    “Yes. We want you.” The growl against her ear, the press of firm, smooth lips almost had her bucking and a fierce orgasm rioted through her, blinding her, firing as the cock buried in her mouth found its own release, cool liquid spice flowing in a fast rush down her throat. The cock melted away and Anya sucked in her first full breath.
    The body beneath her shuddered, hands digging deep as he buried himself hard, deep and then he came, his ragged breaths spiking aftershocks under her trembling skin. He too faded away, taking with him the hands that gripped hers.
    The man between her legs pressed a kiss against her wet flesh. He trailed a string of teasing kisses down her damp thighs as the hands cupping her breasts eased back over her skin.
    His head lifted and the smooth sheet formed moving lips, the growl of his voice rippling a delicious shiver. A brief, burning kiss touched her mouth and she tasted herself. “We want you too, Anya. All of us. Thank you for letting us love you, share you.”
    The sheet dropped and she lay alone in the moonlit darkness, her body damp and sated. She caught her fingers in her tangled hair and blew out a hot breath. She kicked away the sheets, the silver light proving it wasn’t simply a vivid, wild dream. Handprints still burned against her breasts, her stomach, lips trailed down her legs and she knew if she turned herself to a mirror it would show a man’s lithe torso reddening her back.
    Cool air washed over her and she shivered. Pulling at the sheet, she curled into it, the spiced scent of her visitors drifting with her. Their smell soothed her, and for a moment she wanted to curl up against their hot bodies and let sleep find her. She sighed. “You’re depraved,” she murmured. “You really are.”
    The soft beeping of the communications panel had her groaning. She let out a slew of curses. She wanted to sleep, not work, but with the arrival of her lovers, she knew this time was coming. Her bare feet dropped to the cool, metal floor and she tugged the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body and knotting it over her breasts.
    The great curves of her room’s windows filled the domed space with the light of the moon her platform orbited and the milky wash of thick starlight. The console ran beneath the windows and Anya dropped onto the low seat and pressed her palm to the ident. “Anya Sigurdson,” she muttered, and