“What do you want me to do?” she asked as she took the money and crushed it in her fist.
“Spread your legs.”
She didn’t hesitate, her knees flopping wide.
And they didn’t hesitate, both of them bending over her weeping core.
Holy shit, they were going to suck her off? Just the thought of it made her eyes roll back in her head and she groaned—
“Ouch!”
She jacked up, but hands forced her back down onto the mattress.
The subtle sucking that came next made her light-headed. It wasn’t on her sex, though. It was right off center on both sides, in the juncture where her legs met her torso.
Rhythmic sucking . . . like nursing.
Karrie sighed and gave herself up to it. She had the shocking sense that they were feeding from her in some way, but it felt amazing—especially as something entered her. Maybe it was fingers—probably.
Yeah, definitely.
Four of them filled her and two separate hands fell into an alternating push and pull as two mouths suckled on her flesh.
She came again.
And again.
And again.
After God only knew how long, they nuzzled her a couple of times—the places where they’d been sucking, not where their hands were.
And then everything was disengaged, mouths, fingers, bodies.
Both of them straightened up. “Look at me,” the leader said.
Her lids were so heavy that she had to struggle to obey. And the moment she did, she felt a searing pain at her temples. That didn’t last long, though, and afterward . . . she was just floating.
Which was why she didn’t pay much attention to the distant, muffled scream that came from next door a little later—not the room that Mack was in, but the one on the other side of her.
Boom! Thump. Bump . . .
Karrie started to fall asleep at that point, dead to the world, the cash glueing to her palm as what had been wet turned to dry.
She wasn’t worried about anything. In fact, she felt amazing.
Fuck . . . who had she been with . . . ?
As Xcor stepped outside the whore’s motel room with Throe directly behind him, he shut the door and looked left and right. The facility that his soldier had chosen for this carnal diversion was on the outskirts of town. Run-down and rotting in places, the single-story building had been cut up into some fifty little cupboard-like boxes, with the office all the way down on the left. He had wanted the terminal room on the other end for privacy, but the best Throe had been able to do was the next in from that.
Though, truly, what were the chances of occupancy? There was hardly anyone here.
Scanning the parking spaces in front of them, he saw a black Mercedes that was desperately trying to look newer than it actually was . . . and a truck with a cap over its bed. The other two cars were way down at the far end, by the office.
This was perfect for the kind of purpose they’d fulfilled. Secluded. Populated with people who wanted no one in their business and were prepared to extend a similar courtesy to others. And the exterior lighting was poor: Only one out of every six bulbs by the doors worked—hell, the lighting fixture next to his head had been smashed. So everything was dim and dark.
He and his band of bastards were going to have to find females of their race to service their blood needs long-term, but that would come. Until then? They would partake from the likes of what he and Throe had just fucked, and they would do it here in this deserted place.
Throe spoke quietly. “Satisfied?”