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  The woman rose up on her knees. No punishment followed this time. Lizard-man simply rubbed her ass and continued his deep anal licking.

  With a small cry, she eagerly took the offered cock into her mouth, sucking and bobbing until she swallowed more than half of the man’s turgid dick. His hand tightened in her hair, urging her to take even more of the shaft down her throat, but his eerie stare never wavered from Alexa’s eyes. A small smile crossed his lips.

  Alexa stood transfixed by the intensity of his stare. He knew she was there!

  Was this encounter consensual? It must be. The woman seemed…ravenous. Alexa vaguely registered Lizard-man pull out his tongue and position himself directly behind the female as if he intended to penetrate her. Instead, he picked up another phallic object, long and slender with wiggling ticklers on the end, and inserted it into her lubricated asshole. The woman jackknifed her butt and moaned, sliding her lips further down Large-cock’s thick rod. And the third man—

  Wait. The third man! The breast-sucker. Where was he? He must have slipped away into the shadows.

  Oh, shit. She had to get out of there, before—

  Suddenly, whatever was keeping her there released its hold, and she felt a wave of energy. She could move. She whirled around and slammed into a wall of hard flesh. No!

  Her scream never echoed through the graveyard. A masculine hand muffled the sound before it escaped her throat.

  Dark. Muscular. Deadly dangerous.

  That’s all she could see. And feel. Black clothes, black hair, black eyes. Black stubble against lightly tanned skin. Massive chest. Solid. Over six feet tall, for sure. He loomed above her five-foot, seven-inch frame.

  She tried to jerk away.

  The man’s fingers left her mouth and clamped onto her arm. He dragged her deeper into the shadows. This wasn’t the third man. He had thick hair, and his lips were fuller, his jaw line stronger.

  “Let go!”

  “Quiet,” he whispered harshly. “You don’t want to be their next victim.”

  “I need to call the police. To help her, if she’s being forced.” And get myself the hell out of here. She tried to get a better look at the man holding her, but clouds had moved across the moon again, casting shadows along his face. She did notice his scent—hot and spicy.

  “It’s too late. They’ve already begun the Initiation.” His voice rasped deep in his throat.

  “Initiation?” Was this a college fraternity stunt? It couldn’t be. She’d seen almost inhuman things. Been unable to move. Or so she thought. But then, a dark graveyard had a tendency to distort one’s perception. Perhaps she’d just suffered a panic attack. That could temporarily paralyze a person and cause her to think she’d seen things she probably hadn’t.

  Alexa didn’t know. She only knew that she’d stumbled upon something beyond her comfort level and understanding.

  Escape was her only thought. The hell with anything else. She’d find another way to recover her mother’s journal and unlock the secrets of her life.

  As far as Alexa knew, the man who pulled her into the deep shadows could be part of the gang-bang group, too. Their lookout. Not about to trust anyone without a uniform and a great big gun, she drew back her boot and kicked him in the shin.

  He released her arm. “Ye-ow! Dammit!”

  She ran for her life. If the hounds of hell had been after her, she couldn’t have been more afraid. No way was she going to become anyone’s next victim or nocturnal plaything. Nor did she want to witness any more erotic, kinky, or fetish-type acts for the rest of her life.

  Braden watched the woman flee the cemetery. Her honey-blonde hair, which shone like a beacon in the night, fell from its bun and swept out behind her.

  He limped around in a circle, working out the pain she’d inflicted. His instinct was to go after her. Now. Before she ran into one of the Egesa.

  She’d ventured too close to the Initiation Rite and gotten trapped in the paralyzing protection shield they’d erected. Luckily, he was able to release her by zapping the field with a pin-laser.

  A chuckle in the darkness stopped him cold.

  “She got away from you, Braden.”

  He stiffened and slowly turned toward the voice, his pain forgotten. “Checking up on me, Laszlo?” He hadn’t expected the man to leave the ship and set foot on-planet. But then, he hadn’t expected him to come on this mission at all, given the importance of his duties back on Xylon.

  Taller than even Braden’s six-feet, two-inches, he stepped out of the shadows. The smile faded from his face, and his lips tensed. “They didn’t violate her, did they?”

  “No. The decoy worked.” Alexa was their intended target. But Laszlo had found a volunteer—or in Braden’s opinion, a sacrifice—a similar-looking woman willing to take her place for the good of the cause, once Laszlo learned of the note they’d sent to lure Alexa out, their lie about having the journal.

  Looking toward the crypts, Laszlo nodded. “Good. I did not like giving them one of our women, but she will make a good spy for us.”

  “Don’t count on that, Laszlo. She’s enjoying the fuck too much. I saw. They have a great deal of power over her already. She could very well turn and decide to serve them willingly. Rough sex has always been her weakness. They must have sensed it and are using her need to their advantage. They’re going at her hard.”

  Another sharp cry into the night, and a woman’s plea of, “More! Yes!” cut through the darkness.

  “Rough sex isn’t limited to the Egesa.”

  “No. But their particular nastiness is. That may be something she craves and is unable to get from us.” Braden felt the need to charge in and drag her out, save her while he could. Volunteer or no, this situation didn’t set well with him. Just because she wasn’t a breeder didn’t make her life any less valuable…in his eyes, at least.

  Laszlo’s concerned gaze swept the graveyard. His next words came out slow, but determined. “It’s for the best. We can’t lose Alexa. Maybe our woman will fool the Egesa long enough for us to do what we need to, undetected. Very few females remain with the proper DNA to breed with us. We have to initiate as many as we can before it’s too late.”

  “Alexa doesn’t even know who she is. How important she is to Xylon.”

  Laszlo’s attention drifted back to him, his blue eyes glowing in the night. “She will. Soon. But not by my hand.”

  Braden shivered at the intensity of the man’s stare. “I don’t understand.” The Council had already given Laszlo permission to proceed.

  “I want you to initiate her, Braden.”

  “Me?” The image of touching Alexa inside and out hit hard. He rubbed his fingers together, felt his temperature rise, his cock harden even more than it had when he’d only dreamed of fucking her. “Alexa was chosen for you, not only to initiate but to mate.”

  “I do my own choosing.”

  “Can you go against The Council?”

  He smiled. “I do as I see fit, Braden. You should know that by now.”

  Yes. Laszlo followed his own will. This huge man, who resembled the golden-haired medieval warriors from Earth’s past, had led the Xylon Warriors for as long as Braden could remember. He suspected the man could defeat the entire Council in one swoop if he so chose. His influence was that great, his followers that loyal.

  That must be why Laszlo had assigned him to watch over Alexa. The man had already decided not to participate in the Initiation. And Laszlo knew he’d developed a fixation on her after researching the woman for The Council.

  He’d gladly initiate Alexa, but only under one condition. “I initiate alone, Laszlo.” He had no desire to share Alexa with others.

  Ironic. He’d hoped to be one of the remaining two men picked to help initiate her. Now that he was the lead, instead of Laszlo, he didn’t want anyone’s mouth sucking those luscious tits, no man’s cock pumping her pussy, no tongue licking her delectable ass, but his own. Only his.

  A small grin tugged at Laszlo�
�s mouth. “You think you can handle her by yourself once the appetite comes?”

  “I’ll figure out a way.” During this particular Lair of Xylon rite, an initiate’s sexual needs could be nearly impossible to sate until the cravings passed. Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of other Warriors fucking Alexa, even if he chose The Alliance of Three.

  “As you will. She is yours, and yours alone.”

  Braden glanced down the path where she’d disappeared.

  “If she rejects you—”

  “She won’t.” He imagined rolling Alexa’s nipples between his fingertips, flicking her clit with his thumb. As a preview of things to come, he’d plunge two maybe three fingers inside her, just enough to stimulate her, until she cried out his name and demanded satisfaction.

  Only then would he fill her with his cock. Spill his hot seed inside her. Brand her with his mark, so everyone knew she belonged to him.

  And finally after she’d come, wild and hard, he’d take her again. Soft and slow. Bring her to the brink, then push her over into an orgasm that lasted so long she’d collapse from exhaustion. He could hardly wait.

  He shook his head. What was he thinking? The dream must have affected his reasoning. He couldn’t Brand her. She wasn’t his to keep, unless The Council so decreed. He could mate with her, but that’s all.

  Mate. No. Again, wrong way to think about it. He rubbed the back of his neck. He’d have to seek The Council’s permission to make her his mate. And he’d need Laszlo’s approval, too. The man had only asked him to initiate her. Lead the fucking-frenzy as the Warriors called it. Ensure her protection and prepare her for breeding. Then he’d have the option of keeping her as his mistress, if he so chose and Laszlo didn’t claim her, until The Council selected another breeder mate. Nothing more would be his right, simply because he wanted it to be so.

  Sirens wailed in the distance, the sounds increasing as they neared. Alexa must have called the authorities.

  “How long do we have before we leave orbit and head back to Xylon? I’ll need time to gain her trust. I won’t take her by force.”

  When he received no answer, he peered over his shoulder. Laszlo was gone.

  Chapter Two

  Alexa pulled into the driveway and jammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a halt. She killed the engine and dropped her forehead onto the steering wheel.

  Her heart pounded, her limbs shook, and her breath came in ragged pants. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly they ached. “Why did you involve me in this, Mother? What’s the secret you’ve been so fiercely protecting me from all my life?” She shook her head. “Journal or no, I am never going back to that damn cemetery again. I’m getting out of this town as soon as possible.”

  When she’d reached her rental car in the cemetery parking lot, she had called the police on the car phone, but had refused to give her name. The last thing she wanted was to repeat what she’d seen to some officer. Let them discover the fuckers, literally, on their own. At least she knew if that woman had been a victim, instead of a willing participant, she’d done the right thing by calling for help.

  For tonight, she wanted to go inside and forget. Soak in a hot bubble bath. Crawl between warm flannel sheets, watch some mindless comedy on television, and sip on a cup of hot chocolate with lots of mini marshmallows.

  A slam into the windshield brought her head up with a snap. She sat stunned for a moment. “No!” The scream tore from her throat.

  Lizard-man sat crouched on the hood. His long tongue swiped back and forth across the window glass, leaving a creamy substance behind. She remembered where that tongue had been, and gulped in a large pocket of air. This was not happening. “Go away!”

  His yellowish eyes glowed in the night. A reflection from the street lamp, just like the light in the cemetery. It had to be. Nobody had yellow eyes.

  She fumbled for the phone and dialed the emergency number. Someone answered almost immediately. Thank you! “I need—wait! No! Don’t put me on hold! Shit.”

  She tossed the phone and fumbled with the car keys, trying to re-start the motor. She needed to get out of there! The grotesque man had found her, knew where she lived. How? He couldn’t possibly have followed her on foot.

  The driver’s-side door flew open, as the engine roared to life. Another yellow-eyed man! She shifted into reverse and stepped on the gas. The wheels spun, but the car didn’t move.

  A pair of meaty hands grabbed her and dragged her out onto the pavement. She’d locked that door! And he had opened it as if the lock was no barrier at all. He spun her around and held her captive against his chest, her back to his front. Strong fingers dug into her arms, keeping her trapped against him.

  She knew him.

  The large-cocked man. She had recognized him before he’d turned her around. She felt his hard shaft pressing against her from behind. Images from the graveyard flashed through her mind, and her panic rose to a frenzied level.

  “Please. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t see anything,” she lied. “Whatever you’re involved with is none of my business. I’m not going to tell anyone. Just let me go. I’ll forget you were even here.”

  She fought the urge to struggle. He was strong, his grip painful. And there were two of them. It would be a waste of energy. She’d have to think her way out of this one.

  Do they know I called the police? If so, they also knew her words were a lie. This could be some sort of retaliation. An attempt to shut her up permanently.

  With a strange accent that she didn’t recognize, Large-cock whispered in her ear. “We bring message from Daegal. He says you will serve him on Marid. We initiate. Take your body, Alexa. Make you sterile, so you are good for fuck-bitch only.”

  She shook her head. His words were a jumble of confusion that she wasn’t processing.

  “After so, we have fun. You will eat my pole. Lick and slurp ‘til I spurt, then swallow spunk like graveyard whore.”

  Her stomach churned. If she’d had anything in her gut, she would have lost it. “Let…me…go!” Wait. He’d used her name. How did he know her name?

  Out of the shadows, a third man awkwardly loped toward her, one leg shorter than the other one. The breast-sucker!

  She kicked out at him, landing a blow to his thigh. “Stay away from me!”

  He kept coming.

  Large-cock twisted her arm, and she shrieked, the pain so bad she had a difficult time catching her breath. She sagged against his chest.

  “No more fight, or we whip pussy—three straps. Hurt bad.”

  Alexa couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her throat. Images of them holding her down and beating her flooded her mind. How had her life turned from simple, safe, freelance photography to this? She sniffled, but was determined not to cry. Not now, when she needed her wits about her.

  As the pain in her arm eased, she tried to relax, tried to regain some strength and control. Think, Alexa! There had to be a way out of this. There was always a way out of dangerous situations, if one could find it.

  About equal to her shoulder height, Breast-sucker hovered, unhurt by her kick. He picked at the coat she wore, plucking open the buttons one by one. His nails were longer than her manicurist’s! Except for his index fingers, which looked de-clawed and resembled thick, rough stumps.

  “Please…” she begged. She never thought anything like this would happen to her. She hadn’t planned for it. And she always planned for things, so she knew what to do if the situation arose. Sure, she’d thought she might have problems with a man at some point. But not three men! And especially not men who were so monstrously demented.

  “Yes,” he growled, the word barely recognizable. “I please.” With his claws, he dragged aside her coat, then shredded her sweater and bra, like the material was made of paper.

  The ripping of her clothes echoed in her ears. Pain raked her chest. “Stop!”

  Her bare breasts hung exposed. Blood beaded, staining her flesh, from the scratches left by his claw
s. The cold air, plus her fear and pain, puckered her skin and hardened her nipples.

  “No stop. You like. Have good, full titties. I feed. Suck hard.” He pursed his crooked lips and blew a stream of fetid air over her nipples.

  “No!” His use of the word feed struck her odd, since that was her exact thought in the cemetery. She twisted and tugged against Large-cock. Who were these creatures? Not college students, for sure, like she’d once thought. More like severely deformed, mental patient escapees with weirdly colored eye contacts. What other explanation could there be?

  Atop the car hood, Lizard-man hissed. Alexa’s gaze flew to him. He made an obscene gesture to her, and she immediately stilled. Her struggling only seemed to be exciting them more.

  This situation worsened by the second. How could she fight three of them?

  Large-cock whispered in her ear again. “He fuck you deep with scream toy. You purr good. We make you cunt-pet. Play with you long. Take you to Marid. Daegal fuck you wild, while Egesa watch and cheer. Sometimes help if Daegal want. Lots of fun.”

  Lizard-man flicked his tongue. He jumped off the hood of the car and shook a silver case above his head. Alexa knew what scream toy was in that case. And she didn’t intend to become anyone’s pet, or go to Marid, wherever that was, or submit to this Daegal person, whoever he was, not to mention the Egesa, whom she’d never heard of either.

  Raving lunatics—that’s what these three were! And she wanted no part of their sick plans. Even though her nearest neighbor was almost a mile down the road, Alexa screamed, over and over, until her throat felt raw.

  Unmindful of the ear-splitting sound, Breast-sucker lunged for her exposed, left nipple. Alexa slammed back against Large-cock, trying to knock him off his feet. Anything to get away.

  In mid-lunge, Breast-sucker shrieked like no human or animal she’d ever heard, and then disintegrated like confetti before her eyes.

  All at once. Gone.