LOGINNIKOLAI. His office is obscene. Corner suite, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Moscow’s lights, furniture that costs more than most people’s cars. Very Mozorov. The door closes and we’re standing there, staring at each other like two wolves circling. “So,” he says. “Are we doing this or are you going to keep staring at me like a starving peasant at a feast?” “Starving peasant? That’s the best you’ve got?” I move closer. “I’m trying to figure out if you actually want this or if this is just another way for you trying to prove you’re better than me.” “I am better than you. This is just—recreation.” “Recreation. Right. That’s why you’ve been eye-fucking me for months.” “I have not been—” He stops. Recalibrates. “I’ve been observing the competition. There’s a difference.” “Is there? Because the way you watch me in the OR isn’t how someone observes competition. It’s how someone watches something they want.” His jaw tightens. “Your ego is showing, Volkov.” “So is yours. A
NIKOLAISeventeen hours into surgery and that voice cuts through the speakers like a scalpel.“Your suturing technique is sloppy, Volkov. That transplant won’t last the week.”I don’t look up. Can’t afford to. But my jaw clenches hard enough to crack molars.Dr. Alexei Morozov. World class Neurosurgeon. Moscow medical royalty. The only other surgeon in this hospital who might—might—be as good as I am.Also the only person standing between me and Chief of Surgery.“If you’re not operating, Morozov, you’re wasting oxygen in my gallery.”“Teaching hospital. I’m educating our residents on what happens when arrogance exceeds ability.”One of my residents shifts nervously. I tie off the suture with perfect precision—because it is perfect, fuck him very much.“Educate them somewhere else. Or better yet, go cherry-pick another easy case for your statistics.”“Easy case?” His laugh is sharp. “I just spent nine hours removing a glioblastoma from the motor cortex. Zero deficits. But please,
They fed me something that tasted like honey and meat, made me drink water until I was full. The entire time, they kept touching me—hands on my shoulders, my thighs, my hair. Keeping the resonance active, keeping us all connected. The glow had spread across my entire body now. I looked like I was lit from within, golden light pulsing under my skin. Their markings were so bright they were almost painful to look at. “It’s time,” Kael said softly. “I can feel it. The biology is taking over.” He wasn’t wrong. My skin felt too tight, too hot. My pussy was clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled. And when I looked at their cocks—all four of them hard and leaking—I wanted them inside me with a desperation that bordered on pain. “How do we start?” I asked. “We pleasure you first,” Draven said. “The ritual requires you to orgasm multiple times before we can penetrate. It prepares your body, makes sure you can take us safely.” Kael lifted me and carried me to a mas
Their dwelling was carved into a massive tree, the interior glowing with the same luminous essence as the forest. It was beautiful and alien and I barely registered any of it because Kael and Draven were stripping my clothes off. “You need to bathe,” Draven said, his hands careful as he peeled my filthy flight suit down my arms. “And eat. The bond won’t complete properly if you’re not healthy.” I should have been embarrassed, standing naked in front of two strangers. But the way they looked at me—with hunger and reverence and desperate need—made me feel powerful instead. “Beautiful,” Kael breathed, his eyes tracking over my bare skin. His markings were pulsing faster now, brighter. “So small. So soft. How are we going to fit inside you?” “Fit what?” I asked, then my eyes dropped to their groins. Oh. Oh fuck. They were both aroused, their cocks visible through the thin fabric they wore. And they were… different. Each of them had two cocks, positioned side by side, both t
I was going to die on an alien planet, and honestly, that was fine. My shuttle had crashed three days ago. Emergency beacon was dead, supplies were running low, and the local wildlife seemed very interested in whether I was edible. Earth was six months of hyperspace away, and nobody was coming to look for one missing cargo pilot. So yeah. Dead woman walking. I was stumbling through the luminous forest—because of course this planet had glowing trees, why wouldn’t it—when I heard voices. Deep, resonant, definitely not human. I should have hidden. Instead, I collapsed against a tree trunk, too exhausted to care anymore. Two figures emerged from the glowing foliage, and my brain short-circuited. They were massive. Easily eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and powerful builds that made me feel like a child. But it was their appearance that made me stare—their skin was a deep blue-grey that shimmered in the dim light, and intricate silver markings covered their
OLIVIA. Talis pulled out carefully, and they repositioned me.Douglas laid back on the bed, rolling on a condom, and they guided me to straddle him. I sank down onto his thick cock slowly, both of us groaning as he stretched me open.“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Douglas groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So tight and wet. Lean forward, baby. Rest on my chest.”I did, and felt Talis behind me, his lubed fingers returning to my ass, working me open again. Three fingers this time, stretching me, preparing me.“You’re doing so good,” Talis murmured, kissing my shoulder blade. “So beautiful. We’re going to make you feel incredible.”When Talis finally removed his fingers, I felt the blunt head of his cock—wrapped in a condom and slick with lube—pressing against my ass. He pushed in slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to each inch.The stretch was intense. I was so full, both of them inside me, and it was almost too much. But then Talis was fully seated, and we all froze, panting.







