by Ivy Barrett
“It’s not as frightening as you make it sound,” Belton insisted. “We’ve been at this for many, many years. Mind links have kept us from losing hope.”
Moxtel drew her head back and turned her head sharply to the side. “It all comes down to trust. You have trusted us with your lovely body. We now ask that you trust us with your mind.” She started to object, but he warned her into silence with a stern, disapproving look. “One night, that’s all we ask. We will link our minds for this one night. If you feel invaded or intruded upon tomorrow, we will dissolve the link and continue on as we are.”
Her chest tightened and emotions surged. They believed this link, and eventually, a child was their only chance at immortality. How could she deprive them of that? “Even with the bond, there’s no guarantee I will conceive,” she reminded, not wanting to give them false hope.
“If this fails, we die knowing we fought until the very end.” Conviction accented the nobility of Moxtel’s sharp features. “One night. Do you trust us or not?”
“If I make you dissolve it tomorrow, can it be reformed once I’ve known you longer and—”
Moxtel placed his fingertips against her lips. “Yes or no. This is already a compromise.”
They’d demonstrated their devotion repeatedly. Ram knew about Moxtel’s deal with King Eltor, but intercepting Brianne’s shuttle would put them at odds with the rebel leader. They knew how much her sisters meant to her, so they would do anything within their power. Now they needed a demonstration of her trust. They deserved one night, at the very least.
Calming her fears with a deep breath and a surge of stubbornness, she looked at one and then the other. “Yes. I choose you both as my protectors—for this one night.” She flashed a sassy grin. “We’ll renegotiate in the morning.”
* * *
The little minx. Moxtel was torn between kissing her into oblivion and spanking her butt until it glowed.
Do both, Belton encouraged. She has grown far too bold.
“Where are we currently located?” Moxtel asked, infusing his tone with authority.
“The bedroom?” She looked confused for half a second, then understanding spread across her expression. “Sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
“And yet you were,” Belton reinforced. His expression was convincingly stern, but love and desire swelled through his being like a storm-swollen tide. He would have to work on that once she joined the link or she would wrap him even tighter around her delicate finger.
“Turn over and position yourself across my legs, ass in the air,” Moxtel ordered.
She looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “Is there any way I can talk you out of this?”
“Do as you’re told,” he said with cool finality. “You will not get another warning.”
Expelling a frustrated sigh, she scooted off his lap, then turned around and bent over his legs, presenting her nicely rounded ass. Gods, how he loved those soft ivory curves, so ripe and ready for his warming touch.
He placed one hand between her shoulder blades, anchoring her upper body while he explored her silky cheeks with his other. “Who does this bottom belong to?”
“You and Belton,” she said softly, lying perfectly still.
“What can we do with it?”
“Anything you like.” Uncertainty made her voice tremble, yet the scent of her arousal filled the air. Her culture taught females to equate submission with weakness. As her mates, it was their responsibility to show her another way, a different approach to freedom.
He brought his palm down and swatted her cheeks, one and then the other. The flesh jiggled, and color rose immediately outlining the shape of his hand. He paused, enjoying the livid mark, then spanked her several more times in quick succession.
She wiggled and moaned, gasping only once.
“Why am I spanking you?” He placed his hand against her skin, savoring the heat rising to meet his touch.
“I mouthed off to you, mocked your generosity.” She was breathing hard now, her voice growing husky.
After giving her cheek a little squeeze, he slapped her again harder this time. “Was that rude and ungrateful?” He moved his hand to the other side as he waited for her answer.
“Yes, Master.” She clenched her cheeks, then relaxed, but her body remained tense against his legs. “You’re patient and understanding. I should have been more appreciative.”
He gave her three stinging slaps, each exciting him as much as they punished her. She was spirited, even rebellious, yet she willingly accepted correction, offered him control over her lovely behind. He paused again, allowing the heat to build along with anticipation.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be more careful, less sarcastic.” She pressed her thighs together, clearly aroused by the discipline.
If he continued with the spanking, she’d likely come, and he wasn’t ready to end the lesson. She was still resisting her natural inclination to submit, struggling with her desire to surrender complete control. Using both hands, he parted her cheeks and exposed her sensitive pucker to the cool cabin air. “I’ve yet to feel the grip of this sweet little hole. Tell me what’s going to happen tonight.”
She tensed and hesitated, but finally said, “You’re going to... fuck me there?”
“Not only that, but Belton is going to be deep in your pussy when I do.”
“Oh, God. Really?” She squirmed, trying to look back at him, likely to beg for mercy with her expressive eyes. He held her down, wanting her to feel helpless, needing her to understand who was in control. “We’ve never done that before. Can’t we start the other way around?”
Belton was suddenly there, pushing a shiny finger just inside her exposed opening. “Your ass belongs to us, mate. We will use it when and how we choose.”
Moxtel approved of the action, but wouldn’t have bothered with lube. Their little mate craved pain as much as pleasure. A little rough finger-play would make her wild and ready for the brutal penetration yet to come. Moxtel had told Belton repeatedly that she needed pain, but soft-hearted Belton wouldn’t truly believe until Lorna was included in their mind link. Moxtel watched Belton’s finger sliding in and out and listened to her gasps and moans. She’d gasp even louder once the stretch began to burn and he couldn’t wait to give that to her.
“Moxtel wants to fuck your ass while I’m in your pussy,” Belton reminded as he worked a second finger in alongside the first. “What does that mean to you?”
“It means I let him.” She paused for a shuddering breath, then added, “I let you both.”
“That’s right.” He pushed deeper, scissoring his fingers, letting her feel the intrusion. “He’ll use lots of lube, but it’s still going to hurt. You know how thick he is.”
“Why?” she whispered. “I might have earned a spanking, but this—”
“Isn’t punishment,” Moxtel stressed. “The more intense we make it, the better you like it. Are you going to deny your basic nature?”
“No, Master.” She shivered, her head tossing restlessly.
“Don’t you come,” he warned. “You do not have permission.”
She whimpered, fingers folding into tight fists. “I need it bad,” she cried, lifting her hips, pushing onto Belton’s fingers.
“No! Fight it off then relax. Lie there quietly and accept this.”
With an exasperated yell, she kicked her legs for one rebellious second, then went completely limp.
“Good girl.” He gently squeezed her cheeks as he held them open for Belton. “Now tell me what you need to be fully satisfied.”
“Pain,” she whispered the word as if it were obscene.
“Louder. There is no shame. Tell me what you need from me, from us.”
“I need pain,” she said with more conviction. “I need pleasure and pain. But mostly, I need two mates, two strong, aggressive males willing to control me.”
Thrilled by her specificity, Moxtel leaned down and kissed the bare skin high on
her back. “Thank you for your honesty.”
Belton fucked into her faster, and she rewarded him with a soft cry of pleasure.
“I want to feel your arousal, feel your discomfort. I’m going to bring you into our link,” Moxtel warned. “Do not resist.” He looked at Belton to make sure he understood that the warning was for both of them.
Belton nodded, his gaze still locked on her vulnerable bottom as she submitted to his thrusting fingers.
Reality blurred as Moxtel shifted his focus inward. He weakened his mental shields, allowing himself to sense Belton more clearly. Desire, anticipation, and longing raged within him, easily as intense as the needs blasting through Moxtel, yet not nearly as dark. Belton wanted to mesh and meld, to connect and join with Lorna. Moxtel wanted to conquer, consume, and possess, to bend her to his will so completely that she had no thoughts, no desires left but pleasing him.
He paused, driving back the inferno, tempering the most destructive impulses with logic and compassion. He would never harm his mate. He would never take more than she was willing to give, but Gods of Destruction, he hoped she was ready for this final surrender.
Easing into her mind, he let her being flow through his, soothing his raw hunger with her giving spirit, her instinctual need to submit. She was strong and intelligent, spirited and proud, and still, she only found fulfillment in complete abandonment.
At that moment, he realized there was no need to hide his darkness. A large part of her fear was concern that they would be put off by the depth of her darkness, the intensity of her need for pain.
You are perfect, my love, he whispered in her mind. Our mate in every way.
A sob broke free from deep inside her, but she remained draped over his legs, passive and still.
Knowing this moment was meant to be shared by all three, Moxtel quickly drew Belton into her mind as well.
She gasped, then shuddered a spontaneous orgasm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through the link. Belton rotated his hand and pushed his thumb into her pussy. She cried out softly and moved her legs farther apart, offering herself more completely for their use.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“It was the power of the link,” Moxtel told her. “You did nothing wrong.”
“It’s so different, so... beautiful.” She sounded joyous, but her emotions were a jumble of wonder, fear, anger, and hope.
Belton slapped one side of her ass as he fucked both passages at once. “This is for doubting us. For even thinking we could ever hurt you.”
Happy to reinforce that thought, Moxtel spanked the other side. They synchronized their joint slaps to the inward thrust of Belton’s fingers, giving their mate both pleasure and pain. She cried out, lifting her hips into each stroke, her mind echoing the need revealed by her body.
Soon her pussy grew so wet that her juices leaked out each time Belton pushed his thumb inward. “I have to taste her,” Moxtel said harshly, desperate to bury his tongue in her warm, wet cunt.
Belton withdrew his fingers and rushed into the bathroom to wash, while Moxtel repositioned their amazing mate. He placed her on her back and pulled her hips right to the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs up toward her chest, then rotated them out, opening her body completely.
“For you,” she said with a dreamy smile.
Moxtel’s cock bucked, eager to thrust inside her, but he wanted her taste in his mouth when he took her ass. “I love you, mate.” He knelt on the floor and placed his hands on her inner thighs, pausing to search her gaze.
“And I love you, Master.” She was spread before him, open and willing, ready for anything he chose to give her. “Use me,” she whispered, a dark thrill rippling through her mind, assuring him the offer was heartfelt.
Unable to wait any longer, he covered her flushed slit with his mouth. Her musky scent filled his nose as his lips slid against her slick flesh. Lost in the decadence, he closed his eyes and just savored the moment. She was so wonderfully wet, so fucking ready. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt and paused, allowing her taste to coat him completely.
She gasped, and a surge of arousal rolled through her mind. Moxtel wasn’t doing anything to have caused it, so he opened his eyes. One of her delicate nipples was now trapped between the jaws of a shiny alloy clamp and Belton was preparing the other for the same cruel treatment. Belton sucked on the sensitive tip, then firmly rolled it between his fingers, before applying the clamp gradually.
“Does that hurt?” Belton asked, his lips twisting into a wicked smile.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good hurt, or bad?” he persisted.
Before she could answer, Moxtel said, “Leave them. She needs this.” The link would have told Belton that, but he had to set aside his reluctance to hurt her and trust what the link revealed.
Belton’s energy swept through her mind, ensuring that Moxtel’s words were true. Then Belton nodded and bent to kiss her mouth.
Moxtel went back to feasting on her wet pussy. Her taste had a pleasant tang and a hint of sweetness that he found addictive. He brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over, but never quite let her reach that blissful peak.
Please, she cried in their minds, because Belton’s mouth was still on hers.
No, they responded in unison. Then Moxtel added, Suffer for us, sweet mate. Let us feel your struggle.
Her throaty whimpers turned to muffled groans, and Moxtel looked up again, still fucking her with his tongue. Belton knelt on the bed. He had her head tilted back and was mercilessly fucking her mouth.
“Take it all, my love. Swallow me down.” His tone was more coaxing than commanding, but she still obeyed. Her back arched slightly, thrusting her breasts upward, making it easier for Belton to squeeze the soft mounds or tweak the clamped nipples.
Moxtel pushed two fingers into her pussy and sucked on her clit. She cried out around Belton’s cock, and her inner muscles squeezed Moxtel’s fingers. She was so damn close to climax that Moxtel finally took pity on her. Come, mate. Let us share your pleasure. He drew slowly on the ultra-sensitive nub, pulling up with firm suction, then abruptly let go.
She cried out sharply, and pleasure blasted through their link as her passage rhythmically squeezed Moxtel’s fingers.
Belton chuckled as he drew his still hard cock out of her mouth. “And you say she’s making me soft. Why’d you let her come?”
Not lifting his head from between her thighs until he’d wrung every possible tingle out of her trembling body, Moxtel stroked his massive erection with one hand, while he continued to finger-fuck her with the other. “She makes me anything but soft. And I let her come because she needs to be totally relaxed or I’ll never get this inside her tight little ass.”
Chapter Ten
Lorna was still floating in a post-orgasmic haze when Moxtel lifted her and turned her over. Belton lay on the bed now, on his back much as she had moments before. His legs hung over the end, feet resting on the floor. Moxtel set her down facing Belton, her legs bent, so she straddled his lean hips.
“Put me inside you, love,” Belton urged, hands resting on her hips. “It’s time.”
Understanding instantaneously burned away the rest of her sensual stupor. It was time to take both her mates deep inside her, time to join body, mind, and spirit.
Moxtel stroked the back of her hair, then ran his hands down her arms, and finally rubbed her shoulders. “There is no need for your fear.” His voice was firm, as always, but she also detected warmth that had been absent or at least undetectable before. She could sense his emotions now, so she knew how hard he worked to make himself seem uncaring. His needs were darker, more visceral than Belton’s, but Moxtel needed her just as badly. “The link is already active. The rest is just logistics and intensity.”
Her nervous laugh sounded more like a scoff. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one expected to accommodate the complex ‘logistics.’”
He reached around and carefully tugged on
the nipple clamps, sending sharp pain spiraling through her chest. She cried out, then moaned as her pussy registered the harsh sensations. Her clit twitched and her core throbbed, more than ready to be filled.
“You were made for this, mate. Now obey. Belton told you to put him inside you.”
She reached between them and found Belton’s cock, not a difficult task. He had expanded nearly to his navel. Lifting her hips, she guided him to her core then slowly sank onto his long shaft, savoring the gradual stretch as he filled her inch by wonderful inch.
“Oh, Gods, that feels good,” Belton moaned.
Moxtel pushed her forward as he guided her hands to Belton’s chest. “Ride him slowly. I want to watch your silky cunt swallow his entire length.”
His graphic phrases and need to watch thrilled her. She drew her hips up and up until Belton’s tip sat just inside her entrance.
“Now down fast,” Moxtel ordered.
She slammed her hips downward, impaling herself on Belton’s marble-hard cock. Belton groaned, and she smiled, loving how well it pleased him.
“Again,” Moxtel ordered, his voice low and imperious.
Her hips rolled slowly again and again as she slid her body up and down. She dragged her pussy almost off Belton, then filled herself with brutal force, gasping at the fullness and impact of her clit hitting his pelvic bone.
Without warning, Moxtel released one of the clamps as Belton bottomed out inside her. Blood rushed back into her nipple, and Lorna screamed. Belton reared up and took her abused nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking until the fiery pain gave way to prickly stinging, and finally a persistent throb.
“That was cruel,” she whispered. “You could have warned me.”
Moxtel moved his hands boldly over her body, demonstrating his ownership. “Where’s the fun in that. Ready to do it again?” He tugged meaningfully on the other clamp, awakening sensations in nearly numb flesh.
“That really hurt.” Her tone crept embarrassingly close to whiny, so she took a deep breath and tried again. “Please, Master, let Belton do it.”
