Pirate's Price by Aubrey Ross Page A

found your way.” He crossed
the room with long, lazy strides. “Did you enjoy having two
lovers?”
    “I didn’t have two lovers, Jaque did.”
    “Good point.” He grasped her elbows and
pulled her away from the window. “Did you ever wish you were
Jaque?”
    “We’re back to my fascination with the woman
in the alley.”
    “Yes. Would you like to be adored by two
men, to have them completely focused on your pleasure?”
    The erotic image resurged and she shivered.
“Not on a regular basis. I’ve experienced the complications of that
kind of relationship.”
    “I’m not talking about a relationship. I’m
talking about living out a fantasy.”
    “Why are you being so persistent with
this?”
    He drew her hands from her pockets and
raised them to his lips. “Because I arranged more than food.”
Threading their fingers together, he led her into the bedroom.
    A man stood beside the bed in a bathrobe
similar to hers. His short, spiky blue hair drew her attention to
his sculpted features. Not just striking, he was beautiful in an
utterly masculine way. Concentric rings of varying shades of blue
made up his eyes.
    “This is Bhakati,” Vihlok told her. “He will
join us for your next lesson.”
    Rana licked her lips and tried not to stare.
Bhakati was exotic and inherently sensual. His lips parted and he
inclined his head. “Do I have a choice in this?”
    “Of course. One word from you and this
lesson is canceled. Do you remember the word?”
    “Yes, Sir.” If she called him a pirate, he’d
send Bhakati away.
    “Undress,” -- his tone grew more assertive
-- “both of you.”
    Rana unfastened her robe and froze. Bhakati
slipped his garment from his shoulders and let it slide to the
floor. Lean, graceful, perfect, his body made her mouth go dry.
    Vihlok chuckled at her reaction. “The Elloni
are exceptionally beautiful. That’s why other pleasure givers
emulate their appearance. Touch him. Bhakati, you do not yet have
permission to touch her.”
    “Yes, Sir,” the Elloni replied.
    Shaking herself from her stupor, Rana
dropped her bathrobe and circled Bhakati. “Your markings are
incredibly intricate.” She followed the pattern with her
fingertips, up one side of his body and down the other.
    “You may speak freely, Bhakati. My thrall
tends to be talkative.”
    “Thank you, Sir. And thank you, Mistress.
The intricacy of an Elloni’s markings is one criterion in
determining his or her value.”
    She knew nothing about the Elloni’s social
structure, so she didn’t respond to the comment. Still, pleasure
givers were notoriously exploited. She would not be party to any
abuse. “Is this your chosen profession? Are you treated well?”
    “I was born into this life, but I am
content. Mistress Bliss will not allow any mistreatment of her
children.” He met her gaze with the hint of a smile. “Have no fear, seratu , I enjoy my job.”
    “If you’re not going to touch him…”
    Prompted into action by Vihlok’s impatient
words, she ran her hands over Bhakati. His skin was silky smooth
and warm. He watched her closely, his gaze burning with sensual
promises. She reached his hips and paused. His shaft was as long as
Vihlok’s, but not nearly as thick. She closed her fingers around
him and heard his soft exhale. He was not nearly as unaffected as
he seemed.
    She cupped his balls with one hand and
pumped him with the other. He could enter her ass more easily than
Vihlok. A staggering rush of heat gathered in her feminine core.
Was this why Vihlok had chosen him?
    “Kiss her, Bhakati. I want to see your hands
on her fair skin.”
    The Elloni swept her into his arms, cradling
the back of her head in the crook of his arm. She gasped as his
mouth covered hers. He had been so passive. Carefully controlled
and precise, his kiss lacked the knee melting intensity of
Vihlok’s.
    Hands stroked her back, from her shoulders
to her behind, then around to cup her breasts. Bhakati’s arms still
held her, so