permanently removed. Humans usually have hair here.” A fingertip brushed Mira’s mound, causing her to tense. “It’s very soft skin. I prefer her without the hair.”

“May I?” Iron sounded damn close.

“No,” Flint almost growled. “No touching.”

“I just wanted to touch her skin.”

“You’ll discover how soft a human’s skin is when you go to your room, Iron. You do not touch this one.

She’s mine.”

Iron didn’t sound happy as he said, “Proceed.”

“You have to be a little more careful with humans. They aren’t built to endure our violent tendencies.

You’d hurt your woman if you took her like one of ours. Remember that when you enter her. Our cocks are larger than most of their males. Enter slowly and carefully to give her body time to adjust.”

“Understood.She looks damn small.”

The cot mattress dipped as weight settled on it, making Mira tense up again. Flint was just going to f**k her obviously, no foreplay, no preparing her. She was experiencing too much fear and embarrassment to be turned-on. She waited to feel the pain when he pushed into her but instead his fingers slid from the top of her mound down her slit. He removed his hand.

“Hand me that. Thank you for remembering to bring it. I thought she might be stressed.”

“Hand you what?” Mira was nervous.

Flint chuckled. “Silence, Mira. You are show-and-tell. Show-and-tell doesn’t talk.”

She bit back a nasty reply only because this would keep her with Flint. She knew Flint didn’t want to do this any more than she did. The least she could do was shut up and suffer though this without making it worse.

“She obeys you.” Iron chuckled. “Now.”

“Shut up and watch, Iron.”

Flint’s finger returned to Mira’s slit. A soft gasp escaped her. His finger was coated in something wet, slippery, and cool as he rubbed circles over her clit. He was using some kind of lube on her.

“This is a core spot,” Flint said softly. “Play with her here with your fingers or your tongue but not too hard. Which feels better, Mira?” He rubbed up and down and then did slow circles again.

A moan tore from Mira. She was horrified by how turned-on she was getting but with Flint’s lubed finger rubbing her cl*t she couldn’t stop the pleasure the sensation was sending through her. She tried to buck against his finger but she was tied down too tightly. Her nub seemed to swell and Flint’s circling finger sent her into pleasure overload, making in nearly impossible to think.

“Which feels better?” Flint switched from circles to sliding up and down. “Answer me.”

“Both,” she panted.

“She’s getting wet and I can smell how aroused she is.” Iron’s voice lowered to a husky tone. “Put your fingers in her and show me.”

Flint didn’t let up with his finger on her cl*t so Mira thought he’d ignore Iron’s demand but instead he used his other hand. His fingertips rubbed lower at the entrance of her pu**y. Mira cried out as he slowly pushed two fingers inside her. The stretching of her inner walls was sheer bliss. He pushed his fingers in deep and then stopped. He withdrew almost totally. Shock hit her at the uncomfortable pressure she experienced as he separated his fingers, spreading her vagina. It started to turn to pain.

“Flint, it hurts.”

He froze. “She’s tight.” The pressure eased as he put his fingers back together. “It’s all the same inside but always remember to be gentle and enter slowly. She’s damn tight. It almost hurts me when she comes. She clamps down on me like a strong fist.”

Iron sighed. “I don’t suppose you’d let me feel that, would you?”

“No.”

“Just my fingers.”Iron sounded closer. “You owe me for releasing her back to you. I could have made a large profit, Flint. I had a lot of high offers for her body from the men on both ships.”

Flint hadn’t stopped rubbing her cl*t while both men talked. Mira was close to coming. She wiggled and arched her back. Flint withdrew his fingers. She heard him take a deep breath.

“No,” he said softly.

She was relieved that he had refused but that feeling was short lived as Flint’s finger left her clit. She wanted to protest him stopping. She was so damn close to coming. Before she could voice her objection his thumb pressed down on her clit, applying more pressure against the sensitive nub, massaging it in an up-and-down motion. She moaned as her body strained against the restraints. Flint moved a little on the bed, making the mattress shift with his weight.

“She