Cosmic Bounty(12)

Heat fused into Kat’s cheeks. Div grinned, sank down into the water, reached across the tub, taking a hold of her foot. The feel of his fingers massaging her made her melt. Damn, he was good.

Now, she wrapped her arms around his chest. He made a rumbling moan of approval. His arm encircled her waist; water slid off her body as he lifted her out, hardly aware he’d moved out of the tub.

Warm spray hit her back; she tore her mouth away from Div's in a gasp. Her eyes flew open.

"Washing the cleansing oils off." His voice and face betrayed the raw hunger.

To know he truly wanted her made her stomach flutter in anticipation.

"Shhh, little Kat, close your eyes, enjoy." She obeyed his command and he pulled back to turn her in the flowing water from above their heads. His touch was caressing, as he brushed his large hands all over her body, washing off the bubbles from the bath.

His hands left her for a moment, before returning, Kat frowned, feeling something different to Div's touch. When she tried to turn around, he held her in place.

It was as if his hands were touching her anew for the first time, gliding over her skin in a heated exploration.

"Something feels different, Div?"

"So soft, so beautiful." Right off, Kat knew this was not Div, nor was it Ric. So that left only two brothers to choose.

His touch was demanding, possessive.

"Gol?"

"Already you can tell us apart, I am impressed." He turned her around in his arms, and she stared into the identical face. They all looked exactly the same, but their touch, manners, even the way they talked differed just slightly, showing their individuality.

She glanced around Gol to see Div standing back, his arms crossed, making his arm muscles bulge. Two naked Demos lords; it made the large bathroom suddenly appear small and her body feel hot.

The words Div told her about Gol getting to have her first came rushing back.

Already highly aroused from Div's touch, she leaned into Gol when he tugged her closer. She lifted her face to meet his kiss.

Just like the man, commanding and in control, she let herself melt into the hardness of Gol. He wrapped his strong arms around her, gripping her hips, pinning her to the cool, metal wall at her back.

She marveled at what strength it took to hold her there. She was no petite, little woman. These Demos men made her feel dainty and feminine.

Kat was gasping for air by the time he pulled back, trailing kisses over her neck and shoulder, nipping and licking her freshly washed skin.

"Katrina..." He raised his head. ”You are not a slave. I give you a choice. Are you sure you want this? For when we start, we will not stop, not until we have all had you."

She thought it was sweet he was giving her a choice. Her body trembled with both fear and arousal at the thought of taking all four brothers.

Decision made, she boldly skimmed her hand down his stomach and wrapped her fingers around his long, thick cock, watching him hiss softly and his eyes darken with pure lust.

"I want this."





Chapter Six



Words failed Kat, as he yanked her from the waterfall of the shower. Gol and Div worked as a team to quickly dry her, before Gol carried her back into the main cabin, laying her down on the large bed.

"I know you are unaware of our sex practices. If we do anything to frighten you, or at any time you are in pain, tell us, and we will stop."

She was deeply touched by their concern, but by now she burned with lust for him, which surprised and shocked her. So much for mild mannered, big boned Kat. She felt more like the tigress eager to please her red tigers.

"I will," she whispered.

To seal the deal, he lay his large, red body down next to her left side. It was a tantalizing sight to see his red hand against the contrast of her pale, creamy skin—but it only made her hotter.

He cupped her right breast, toying with it, and then he lowered his head to take the bud into his mouth. She whimpered as he tasted her, flicking his tongue over and around the engorged nipple, before sucking it fully into his mouth. His other hand stroked over her stomach, down over her thighs, and then back again.

She moaned and arched back, feeling the pulse of each hard tug of his mouth, right down to her core. She grew wetter and didn’t think she could get any needier, until a second pair of hands joined Gol's. Div nuzzled in at her neck, placing hot, wet kisses along her neckline and over her shoulder. His hand palmed her other breast.

"These mounds are a delight, are they not, brother?" Div proclaimed, before his mouth lowered, flicking his tongue across the bud. Between them, they sucked, flicked and nipped at her breast, over and over. She panted and moaned, utterly senseless with need.

A hand delved between her thighs; whose, she didn’t know and didn't care. The fingers slid between her wet folds, stroking her clit.