Bonded by Ria Candro

having two men deep inside her.
    Neichon moved her head, shoving his slick rod between her lips, and he shot his load into her mouth. Rich and creamy, it coursed down her throat like the most tempting of desserts. Only when he’d pulled out did she eagerly turn her head toward where Valeron waited with clenched fists. All it took for him to come was her lips closing around him. He shot into her mouth like a geyser, and she swallowed every last drop down.
    Exhaustion claimed her at last when Reyu pulled out of her. Inara moved off Petros and collapsed onto her side. He rolled to face her, wrapping an arm around her. When her heavy eyelids refused to stay open, she surrendered to them, surrendered to the darkness claiming her. The last thing she noticed before she fell into a deep slumber was someone snuggling behind her, pulling her close.

Chapter Ten
     
    A soft sound pulled Inara out of her restful slumber. She rolled to her back and stretched, opening her eyes. Rough carpeting scratched her bare skin.
    Wait…where was she?
    Blinking several times until the room came into focus, she looked around.
    Oh . How could she have forgotten, even for a second?
    The four men surrounded her, still gloriously nude, and all of them in as deep a sleep as she’d been but a moment ago. Neichon lay at her right side. When his lips parted on a snore, she placed it as the noise that had awoken her. Her heart twisted as she took in the exhausted look on his face. Poor man, he’d had a very trying few days. No doubt he could sleep for a week before fully recovering.
    She rose onto her elbow and looked beyond him to where Reyu lay on the carpeted floor. He slumbered on his side, and a long lock of hair tumbled over his shoulder, trailing down to his heavy pectorals.
    Beautiful.
    They all were. And in some other lifetime, they might have been hers.
    Heart heavy, she slipped to her feet. Her well-used muscles let out a twinge, and residual fluid coated her inner thighs. Wincing, she searched out her clothes. Her right boot lay partially under Petros. She held her breath as she bent and ever so gently pried it loose. He stirred and she froze, but to her relief, he settled again without waking.
    The door to the ritual room slid open without a sound when she crept to it. Clothes clutched tightly to her body, she tiptoed through the control room and out into the hallway. Only then did she scramble into her clothes, bending to pull one, then the other, boot on.
    The heavy weight of tears pressed against her eyelids as she started toward the boarding deck. She never cried, not anymore, but this time she couldn’t stop a few drops from trailing down her cheeks. It seemed fitting. This was the first place she’d been since she’d fled Chivea where she thought she might actually feel at home.
    Though if she had to be truthful, it wasn’t so much the ship that made her feel that way, but the men who occupied it. They were kind and warm and everything she could have ever hoped for. Oh, how she wished she could stay. But she wouldn’t put their lives in any further danger. The Malucons would never stop hunting her or Cindra. The rest of her life, however long that was, would be lived on the run.
    She stepped onto the boarding deck, surveying the crafts docked there. Her patched spacejet, along with the two jets Neichon had told her about. They were small, though not as small as her jet, and certainly in much better condition. Each held just two people, but they had all the necessities—a materializer to compile meals, and a tiny chamber that served as a bathroom.
    For a moment Inara debated taking her spacejet. It had gone through so much with her. But it was still damaged. Who knew how long it would be before the thing broke down once again?
    No, best to take one of the smaller spacejets. They were easier to maneuver and with luck could be used to make a quick getaway if necessary.
    When she realized she was just standing there staring at her jet,