Between Two Tiron

by Rebecca Airies

  His teeth sank into the fur at her neck. She was pinned on her stomach beneath his much greater weight. Some perverse part of her found that immensely arousing. Her body heated, softened. His larger size made her feel small, delicate and feminine. Her intellect rebelled. She’d been on her own too long to give up her freedom this easily.

  She wiggled beneath him, her body twisting and heaving, trying to slip away from him. Those sharp teeth tightened and she felt them slightly break the surface of her skin. It was warning enough. One shake from those strong jaws and she wouldn’t reach the normal life expectancy for a Santir. She would die at a mere one hundred thirty.

  A growl rumbled into her fur. She needed no further prompting. It was time to listen to her instincts. She laid her muzzle on the ground, pressing her body to the cold stone. Closing her eyes momentarily in defeat, she submitted, relaxing her body beneath the heavy male tiron.

  She took a deep breath. This one assignment had changed her entire life. She’d never really lived in a thent. The group she’d lived in when she was younger had been ruled by a council of elders, but she hadn’t been with them for years. Adapting to following someone else’s rules wasn’t going to be easy.

  The male rose and stood astride her. He shifted to human form. Lina stayed as she was, unmoving. He moved around to stand a few paces in front of her, not bothering to pull on his clothing. The man she had seen with him on the monitor came to stand beside him.

  “I am Ardin Shard Valdan. This is Ardin Kaleb Markan. Welcome to Karach Thent, mate.” The man with the spiral curls smiled with feral menace.

  Lina’s head snapped up as his deep voice rumbled the word “mate”. Her eyes went from one man to the other. No. It couldn’t be true. Aghast, her mouth agape, she stared at them. They didn’t look like they were joking. She shook her head minutely. She couldn’t have stumbled across her mate…mates. Santir Ardin—two men who ruled over a thent, which could easily top ten thousand people—took one mate.

  “Transform now.” Ardin Kaleb swept his gaze over her as she lay on the floor.

  Lina obeyed. She allowed the transformation to sweep over her. Inside she felt as if she was caught in a whirling wind and couldn’t find her feet. She didn’t want mates, ties of any kind. She wasn’t staying here.

  Shard watched as the feline body became a female body. The tangled mass of her golden hair trailed halfway down her back. Her sun-kissed golden skin seemed to glow in the bright light from the lamps. His eyes traveled down the line of her back and rested on the taut curve of her buttocks. He watched the play of muscles in her long toned legs. For years, he’d searched. Now he would finally know the true joy of completion.

  She seemed more horrified than overjoyed, but considering the fact that she was wandering around on her own that was to be expected. Lina was obviously a woman used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted.

  “Stand and approach us, rah’ki.” Shard growled the order, impatient to have her stand before him, to have his kitten acknowledge him. Blood throbbed in his cock. One whiff of her scent was all it had taken to send a raging lust pounding through him. This woman was mate to Kaleb and to him.

  He eyed the golden-skinned woman standing across from him. In either form, she was beautiful. Golden-haired with golden eyes, she was a tall woman, but very curvy. Her breasts were large with long nipples that begged for a man’s fingers and mouth. Rolling his shoulders to loosen his muscles, he tried to ease the tension brought by the fight.

  With any other challenger, Shard would have been quick to deal a reprimand for insolence such as she had shown and perhaps even left a wound as a reminder, but this wasn’t a typical challenger. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, had found it almost impossible to take the offensive. He’d wanted only to take her in his arms, hold her and make love to her.

  After he’d inhaled her scent, fighting had been the last thing on his mind. The only blood he’d wanted to draw was with a mating bite. Giving her a choice other than complete submission hadn’t been an option. She would have continued looking for a way to escape, probably still would. He wasn’t willing to take the chance that she’d succeed.

  Shard’s eyes narrowed as he ran them over the beautiful body before him. Those wide expressive amber eyes stared and an interesting pink swept over her cheeks as the silence lengthened. The trika, the spots at her jawline, highlighted the rounded contours of her face. As she waited, she worried her full lower lip with her teeth. His eyes skimmed over her trim waist to the mound between her thighs. The lips of her labia were bare, but a diamond of hair remained atop her mons.

  Raising his brows, Kaleb took off his shirt and began to work on his belt and pants. Shard could see the bulge of Kaleb’s cock tenting the material and he hadn’t yet inhaled a whiff of her sweet scent. If she was their mate, he didn’t want anything between them, least of all their clothes. He wanted every man gone, but he knew they needed to begin the search for her ship and any other packs she’d stashed.

  Are you certain, Shard? Kaleb leaned back against the wall as she walked toward them. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. You know we have searched for a long time.

  I got a face full of her fur. Yes, I am certain. Shard growled in annoyance. He could feel Kaleb’s uncertainty, his hunger for the mating to be real, through their connection. His bond-brother would only truly believe when he caught her scent and felt the connection. Shard knew that it was real and still felt a little awed by this turn of fate. His reaction to her left no doubt. That intoxicating scent hadn’t made concentrating easy. Wait a few moments and you’ll smell it.

  Chapter Four

  Lina took a deep breath and stood slowly. She paced forward and stood before them, her head bowed. The fact that one of them was naked and the other wore only black pants did nothing to hide the air of power, of authority which clung to them.

  “Yes, Ardin,” she whispered.

  Her voice sounded a little breathy because of the nervous energy running through her. She was honest enough to admit desire also played a part—a big part. By the Gods, fire pulsed through her veins. She felt torn apart by the conflicting desires at war within her. Part of her hoped that he was wrong and she wasn’t his mate, but a larger part wanted him to be right. Her mind was confused, but every bit of experience told her that she wouldn’t be happy living in a pack. Especially if it was like her mother’s pack, her old pack.

  She saw Ardin Kaleb’s eyes flicker over her face and then stop at a point under her eyes. His mouth kicked up in an amused smile, but his green eyes darkened with hunger. Frowning, she wondered just what he found so funny. With a groan, she realized that she was biting at her lip and closed her eyes as she faced just how much that tell had betrayed. Without a doubt, they knew how nervous and scared she was.

  “I want to nibble on those luscious lips soon, little nari. You have many questions to answer, Lina. That is your real name?” Kaleb’s green eyes seemed to glow with heat.

  “Yes, Ardin,” Lina gulped, a little startled at the endearment. Literally, nari meant mate.

  As for the questions, she had expected it. Now that she was part of their thent she would have to account for her actions as well as reveal every detail of her personal life if they asked about it.

  “Only one question for now,” Shard advised as he stepped forward and tilted her head up so he could look fully into her eyes. “How many packs do you have stashed here?”

  “Thirty-five, Ardin,” Lina didn’t blink at the question, but her mind went into a spin. They’d obviously found some of her packs. She just wanted to know if they’d found her packs or if the researchers had informed them of her presence first. Not that it really mattered, but she’d like to know if she’d made a mistake somewhere.

  “Jaksen, you and the others have thirty-four packs to find, and see if you can find her ship before she has to show us.” Kaleb turned his attention briefly to the waiting men. “Leave us.”

  The men filed out without comment, taking Nerisa
with them.

  “Come into our embrace, Lina.” Shard held out his hand.

  The two men stood at an angle toward each other. Lina stepped between them. She lowered her head first to Shard’s chest and inhaled. The heated scent of aroused male hit her. Her tongue flicked out, dancing over his chest and drawing his warm, distinctive taste into her. She knew at that first whiff of his scent that he was her mate.

  She turned to Kaleb and inhaled. His arousal was obvious, but under that there was a scent that she recognized even though she had never smelled this particular scent before. Her mate. Her mind whirled, filled with confused thoughts at finding two mates and what she should do, but her body responded, relaxing, softening and heating. She could feel warm juices roll onto her thighs. Her arousal grew as their pheromones hit her system.

  This was bad. Her reaction was even stronger than she’d imagined it would be. She couldn’t think of much other than getting close to them.

  Kaleb hooked his arm around her, drawing her to him. His head dipped, nuzzling waves of golden hair away from her neck. His teeth clamped briefly over the muscle where her neck and shoulder joined. A primitive thrill rushed through her and an excited mewl fell from her lips as her body jerked against his in involuntary encouragement. She pressed her hips against his rigid erection.

  “I’m not the one you attacked, rao nari. I’m not the one who had to pin you.” His tongue traced up the side of her neck. “I want to learn your taste, the feel of your body, i’ma. I need to fuck you, to claim you as mate so that no other will dare to come near you, but he will fuck you first.”

  “We’ll have you together after the formal bonding,” Shard whispered against her ear. “This time, we’ll both come deep in your pussy. There will be no doubts in your mind that this is a true mating.”

  Shard’s arm swept around her and pulled her back against him. Kaleb released her and stepped back. Shard’s hand smoothed down her stomach and his fingers traced the edges of the diamond of hair.

  “We’ll remove this when we get up to the Ovian. I want nothing between my tongue and your soft skin here, even if it is only a small patch.” Shard turned with Lina and stepped forward until they were near the wall. “Hands on the wall, rah’ki.”

  Lina placed her hands on the wall. A nudge of his foot had her widening her stance. She was so hot and very little of it was because of the pheromones secreted by the two men. Much of it was because of her tussle with Shard.

  Before today, she wouldn’t have believed that there was one thing arousing about being pinned by a dominant male Santir. From the first, she’d been aware of his size and strength, the differences between them, but then he’d pinned her and her body had flamed. Although she’d been too focused on the fight to recognize it then, her body had known that she’d found her mate. Every moment that he’d held her beneath him, she’d been very aware of how muscled and large his body was and how small she must seem to him. The thought of the contrast between them had roused her lust.

  The fact that he held her captive, helpless as no other had ever done had enflamed her wanton Santir soul. She felt hotter now than when she’d last been in heat. She wanted to feel his mouth anywhere he cared to put it. She wanted to feel that dark cock filling her pussy, moving within her.

  That desire was different from normal lust as well. She only wanted those two men, not any man she could find.

  Shard gathered her hair and pushed it aside, baring her right shoulder. His breath fanned over her shoulder as he stepped closer, his hard shaft sliding between her legs and brushing against her slick, swollen labia. His teeth nibbled on her earlobe, the extension of both upper and lower canines obvious from the sharp scrape against her skin as he nipped at her neck.

  “You fought me, ignored my orders. Do you submit to me now, Lina?” Shard’s body pressed against Lina’s in an imitation of his earlier victory.

  Lina arched her neck, baring it for him. “I submit.” She pushed her body back against his, undulating her hips and rubbing her pussy along his shaft, trying to induce him to put that rigid organ into her needy quim.

  “Are you my mate?” He positioned the head of his cock at her honeyed slit. His right hand held her hips, keeping her from pushing back onto him until he had his answer.

  “Yes, I’m your mate.”

  “Call me by my name.” He drove his cock into her slick, tight cunt with a rolling thrust. His right hand moved around her waist to cup the mound of her sex. “You’re so tight, Lina. Hot and wet and ready for me.”

  “Shard, please,” she cried, trying to move against him, but he held her still, at his mercy. The realization that he could do it only drove the heat within her higher.

  “Yes, Lina,” He rubbed his teeth over her neck and then down to her shoulder. A rich chuckle rumbled against her as he felt the shiver of need pulse through her. His teeth clamped over the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

  He pounded into her, each thrust driving her clit into the cup of his hand. Cries of need tore from Lina’s throat. Her hips rolled, meeting each impaling jab and riding the fingers that brushed that sensitive hood. His growl in response vibrated against her skin, sending a tremor through her and extra honeyed warmth to her pussy.

  She loved that dominance, the force of each thrust into her. She drew in harsh, fast, gasping breaths as he fucked her. All thoughts other than the heat and pleasure induced by his wicked touch flew from her head. Gods, she needed more. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of her reach and thrust her hips back against his, trying to get what she needed.

  She’d never had anyone draw such a strong response from her. She was on fire, burning with need.

  “Come for me,” he growled, using the tiron language because he wouldn’t release his grip on her shoulder. “Come for your mate.”

  “Harder, Shard,” she panted, a breath away from her release.

  He rammed into her, his fingers pushing against the swollen hood of her clit. “I’ma, you are so beautiful, so hot. Come for me.”

  On that growled order, Lina came. She threw her head back, screaming her release. Her body shivered under the onslaught of sensation. Bright lights flashed in front of her eyes and she pushed back into him.

  Shard surged into her, focused now on his release. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still, submissive. She loved that strength and just that display stirred another wave of lust as he continued to thrust into her. He pounded into her, his hips pushing against her buttocks. His semen spurted into her in hot jets as his body jerked against hers. His harsh, exultant groan was smothered against her neck.

  Lina’s legs were trembling a little when Shard began to pull away from her. His tongue lapped over the blood seeping from the marks he had left on her throat in leisurely enjoyment. The hands at her waist ran over her with lingering possessive familiarity.

  Kaleb was waiting, leaning against the wall a few steps away from them. His green eyes were locked on her face, those orbs molten with sexual intent. When Shard stepped back, Kaleb paced forward.

  His body pressed against her back. With a sweep of his hand, he moved the hair out of his way a moment before his breath brushed over the shell of her ear. His hands moved around her body and cupped the full globes of her breasts in his palms. The hard tips of her nipples poked into his hands.

  “I want to taste these hard nubs, to suck at them. Later, I’ll see that these get the proper attention they deserve, but the scent of your desire and that of your satisfaction is driving me insane.” Kaleb’s cock prodded the slick entrance to her cunt. “Now I want to hear you calling my name as I thrust into you. My only regret is that in this position, the one I crave, I can’t see your face as you come. Your expressions as passion takes you could make a celibate forget his vows.”

  Desire, hot and fierce, hit her as his scent wrapped around her. When his teeth scraped over the cord of muscle at the base of her neck, the tension building within her tripled. Gods, she wanted him. Everything female
and Santir within her craved the dominance implicit in that single move. She pushed back into the lean muscled body behind her.

  His right hand slid down over the flat plane of her stomach. Two of his fingers slid between the honeyed lips of her labia. The tips stroked over the swollen nub of her clit in a circular motion until her hips began to rock into his hand.

  “How ready are you, little cat?” Kaleb’s fingers began to glide back through the thick nectar. He pushed two fingers into her slit. The walls of her sheath clasped his fingers, pulling greedily at the digits. “Um, hot, tight…say my name.” His fingers stroked deep and then left her.

  “Kaleb,” Lina breathed on a sigh of satisfaction as his thick, long cock drove into her. Arching into that long stroke, she tipped back her head and moaned. She needed this, needed to filled and fucked hard.

  His lips moved over the left side of her neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. As his lips moved over the silky flesh, her inner muscles clamped around his shaft, pulling at him. With a groan, his tongue flicked over her neck repeatedly, tasting her as his fingers stroked over her clit. “I need to feel that wet pussy wrapped tightly around me and I ache to hear you crying out for completion.”

  Those words caused her to burn with desire. His teeth clamped onto the muscled area at her neck and shoulder. He growled with feral enjoyment as she gave a needy mewl and bucked back against him.

  He withdrew and drove into her. Everything within Lina was focused on the fingers rubbing her clit and the hard shaft driving into her. She rode his hand, her gasping breaths inundating her with the intoxicating scent of aroused male Santir. She writhed desperately, trembling near the edge of climax. The tension within her was nearly more than she could handle. She ached, she needed…

  “Please,” the whimper of need tumbled from her as sensation stretched within her. Desperately craving more, she shoved her buttocks against his thrusting hips. She needed him to drive deep into her.