A Menage Made On Madison [The Federation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  The sounds of their breathing filled the room, and she reached for one of each man’s hands. Almost as one, the three of them whispered, “Yours.”

  “Now I just need my rings,” she murmured with a wink.

  “You need more than that,” Rafer teased, hand on his primary cock, which was already hard. Why did that not surprise her?

  Knox’s were bobbing, too, pre-cum appearing like he hadn’t just climaxed moments before.

  She sighed at the sight, and somehow, the men took that as a sign. She was suddenly maneuvered onto her knees, Rafer under her, Knox at her back. Every part of her throbbed with the need to be taken by them both, she just didn’t have a clue what was going where.

  She only thanked God that there would no way be enough room for two dicks in each of her cunt and ass. Although, she somehow envisaged that happening in the future. The idea of a double, double penetration almost had her eyes crossing, and her pussy weeping more excited juices.

  Parker groaned as she felt Knox drag his cock against the pucker of her butt. When he slowly rocked his hips, the blunt head of his secondary cock pressed against the tissues, gently parting them, urging them wide open. Three-quarters of the way in, Rafer’s secondary cock thrust into her cunt, urging the soft, clinging walls to welcome him. As they moved, their primary cocks slipped and slid against her stomach and butt cheeks. Their weeping cockheads were warm against her skin, sticky with their arousal.

  She moaned, deliriously excited by this turn of events. And when both of their secondary cocks were as deep as they could go, she grunted, feeling the mouth of her ass and the mouth of her cunt ache beautifully with their thickness.

  Knox started to move, his hips pulling back almost until his cock came out, only to slam back in. A cue Rafer took to retreat. They worked in tandem, one sliding deep as the other retracted, the other close to popping out as one fucked her as deeply as he could.

  Between them, she was a moaning, weeping mess. And that moaning, weeping mess turned into a screeching shrew when Rafer’s hand tunneled between their bodies to nudge her clit with his cockhead. When sparks flew behind her eyes, she knew she was a goner. Her cunt and butt clamped down on their shafts, tugging their cum from them, enticing it out into the depths of her welcoming body. A body that belonged to them, like theirs belonged to hers.

  She screamed as fire shot down her nerve endings, flooding her with a pleasure that came from being sandwiched between the two of them. Parker’s cries soon faded before rearing up again when both men’s groans turned into long, low moans as release embraced them. She felt the sticky cum pelting her deep inside and felt it ooze against her butt and belly. Surrounded by their scents, she cried out as, with one last nudge of her clit, Rafer sent her skyrocketing to a place she’d only just left—the stars.

  As she floated back down to Madison, her body buffeted by waves of sensual delight, she realized they’d moved. She was still in between them, but they were on either side of her. She was still sandwiched, grounded by the two of them, but by their arms and their love.

  Parker knew there was plenty to still discuss. She had to figure out an explanation for the recent “terror” attacks that would appease Rafer, she had to explain that those terror attacks had nothing to do with the surveyor hijacking the construction site—a piece of information she was sure held wider repercussions, ones that would be galaxy-wide. They had to discuss their family, and her own. They had so much to talk about, so much to settle before they could start their mated lives together with a truly clean slate.

  And yet, those words could wait. Everything could wait. Because, and she had to hide a chuckle, they were mumbling love words into her skin, pressing kisses against her shoulder and chest, belly and breast. But with each kiss, she felt their fingers rubbing against her, smoothing their cum into her skin, marking her, front and back, once more as their own.

  As was the Shuzon way.

  Epilogue

  If Jakub Destri heard any more screams, he knew he’d go crazy. One more shriek, one more agonized wail would send him over the edge.

  He could take no more. The Wall was doing its job, driving him insane. It didn’t matter that he was innocent, that he didn’t deserve to be in the highest level penal colony the Federation possessed, he was here. And he had to endure. Just like he’d had to endure every single notte of the last three annals.

  This torture was never-ending. It was life. This, this hell, this perdition was his future.

  In his cell, he gripped the bars, staring down at the Pit where prisoners fought to relieve the boredom. His eyes drifted to the Library, which contained no books, and was the place used for hookups—the sounds of sex were almost as agonizingly disturbing as the yells of horror that were the soundtrack to his hideous existence. The line between rape and sex was nonexistent, sending a shudder of horror through his veins whenever he heard an attack.

  Incredible as it seemed, he was one of the lucky ones. His blue-collar crime of so-called fraudulent misuse of Federation dollars put him in a cell with a locking door, on a landing separate from the rest of the prisoners, where the guards came with food and he didn’t have to fight for his dinner as did the rest of his fellow inmates.

  There were ten of them on this landing, and those in the Pit looked up at them with loathing, wishing they were in these cells, wishing their lives were as good as Jakub’s.

  What a joke. Jakub’s world had crumbled around his ears. The only people who could possibly envy him were the poor dilits in the Pit.

  Rage coursed through his veins at another scream, and then another. Then another. They were constant, endless. Without cease.

  He tried to shut his brain down, tried to close it off lest it finally happen, lest his mind finally turn. And then, he heard footsteps on the landing. Steps that came at an unusual point of the deya. It was neither breakfast or supper. The guards only left their blocks for feeding time.

  He popped his eyes open to peer out between the railings, and saw Klius, one of the few decent guards, come to a halt outside his cell. Head tilting to the side in question, he blinked when Klius opened the door rather than open the slot as he usually did, and handed over a letter.

  The red envelope had his heart stopping. He reached for it, his hand trembling, his arm shaking with the possibilities housed within that blood-colored folder. Carefully, he opened the pouch, pulled out the missive, and tried to read the words.

  He shook his head as his eyes blurred, whether with tears of excitement or of relief, he didn’t know. “What is it, Klius?”

  “A pardon, Jakub. You’re free to go.”

  He was free.

  He could leave.

  Hell was no longer the place he lay his head.

  He could seek out the bastards who had done this to him, find justice, feel the glory of vengeance as he meted out this punishment to his deserving foe.

  The thoughts pounded through his mind, ricocheting here and there, barging in on his brain, overworking it, crowding it to maximum capacity. Finally, it caved.

  Jakub blinked then, like something from one of the Richos’ twinlings’ holo-movies, fell back on the floor in a dead faint.

  A pardon.

  A fringl pardon.

  THE END

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  Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

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