Replicant: The Kithran Regenesis, Book 2 by Dani Worth Page B

faster, harder—I wanted to be fucked so hard I’d forget my own name. Forget where I was. Forget the ghosts of my loved ones.
    Erik licked Maska’s lower lip, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my throat or the tightening of my legs around Maska. He hissed, pulled back from Erik and stared at me, his breaths coming in hard, hard pants. He looked at Erik, and this time, it was as if Erik had the empathic abilities.
    He pulled back and whispered to Maska. “I don’t want you to change back. I want to know you as you are. And I really, really want to watch you fuck her.”
    “Have you been with a man?”
    Erik shook his head. “Never felt this kind of need for one. But it’s you. And this feeling is burning me alive.” He looked at me. “You too. You’re a part of this. It’s like…” He paused and grunted. “I’m too worked up to find the right words tonight.”
    “I get it.” Everything in my body began to tremble. “Can we talk less and get to the good part?”
    Maska smiled and shifted me again.
    I moaned at the long, hot slide of his dick over my sensitive core. He lifted my ass and slid his cock all the way up inside me.
    I threw my head back and keened. The air, cool on my wet skin, and Maska, steely hot inside me—feelings swarmed my body, taking over and shutting out everything but those two sensations. Then others joined. The wind rattling the slice of open dome, the rumbling thunder in the distance and the sound of rain joining the wind. Erik, breathing hard behind me as he opened his mouth over my neck and stroked the short hair on my head.
    Maska moved inside me, pulled nearly all the way out and slid back in with long, slow glides that stole the thoughts from my head. Strong hands held my body to his before Erik’s arms came around me and he pulled my back against his chest. Maska’s hands moved to my hips as he began to thrust harder, deeper.
    I pulled in air, leaned my head back against Erik and cried out as an orgasm shuddered through me like lightning. Inner muscles tightened, and I caught the flare of Maska’s beautiful eyes just before he threw his head back and yelled, muscles in his throat clenched, fingers digging into my hips.
    Erik cursed and grasped my hips, his hands over Maska’s as he rubbed his cock on my ass once, twice…three times. I felt the warm splash of his release.
    I slumped against Erik, tugging Maska close and staring into his eyes before I grabbed his hair to pull his face to mine. “Thank you,” I whispered before giving up to the exhaustion that hit me like a slug from a metal support beam.

Chapter Ten
    I woke up to see muscled calves with a dark sprinkling of hair. I touched one to see if Maska’s hair here was as soft as the hair on his face. It was. Moaning, I slid my hands up his inner thigh.
    “She’s awake.”
    “Very awake,” Erik agreed. His breath rasped over my neck and I shivered, then sat up. Maska lay at the other end of the bed with his legs by my face. His head was propped on one hand, his hair dry and spilling over the sheets like black cords of ink.
    A strange discomfort settled in my gut, so I pushed away from them both and got up to rummage in my closet for my robe. I kept my back to them as I tugged it on and clipped the loose waist clasp.
    “Your hair looks very red with that white,” Maska said.
    I reached up and ran my hand over hair that had grown longer than I usually let it. I could almost get my fingers through it. “I cut it for the convenience.” Frowning, I turned and crossed my arms. I had no idea why I’d blurted out that explanation. I owed no one any explanations. And I’d cut it for more than just convenience. The long hair reminded me of my sisters.
    My gaze snagged on the stunning difference of the two men on the bed, one light blond, one so very, very dark. Maska’s whiskers had filled in since the night before. He looked long, rumpled, scruffy and sexy as hell. Erik, who was more bulky in muscle,