by Ivy Barrett
“Are you ordering me around?” he provided then leaned in and nipped her neck.
“Will you punish me if I am?” She made it sound very dramatic.
“I’ll likely punish you either way.”
“Then yes. I was definitely ordering you around.”
With fast, none too gentle movements he sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her face down across his legs. “Part your thighs. I want to watch you get wet from the pain.”
A shiver passed through her body, but she obeyed.
He squeezed each well-curved ass cheek, enjoying the resilience of her flesh before delivering the first hard spank. She squeaked out a protest and kicked a little, so he swatted the other side. “Be still and take your punishment. You know better than giving orders.”
“Yes, Sir.” She stilled across his lap, legs nice and open.
LeAuntiez knelt behind her, fixated on her rosy slit. Bron smacked her several times in quick succession, knowing his podmate was dying to touch her. Go on. I won’t hit your hand.
She needs to focus on you. I can wait.
So Bron spanked her fast and hard, watching the color rise to her delicate skin and listening to her cries grow louder. He’d fought back his darker impulses for the past few days, so they were particularly demanding now. He wanted to hold her down and fuck her ass until she screamed, then he’d spank her full breasts while LeAuntiez fucked her face.
He pulled her up and positioned her between his legs. “How long are you going to torment us?” He caught both her nipples and squeezed.
She cried out sharply, pulling against his hold. “That really hurts!”
“Then answer my question. Another week? A month? Is this some sort of game?” He hadn’t meant to bring this up, but she’d asked for his intensity. “Do you still doubt that we’re your mates?” He let go of her nipples, not wanting a capitulation just so the pain would stop.
She blinked back the pain and looked into his eyes. “I know you’re my mate and so is LeAuntiez. With Erin gone there is nothing left of my old life.”
His breath hitched. Did that mean what he thought it meant? “Then say it.”
“I…” She paused to lick her lips. “I accept your claim. I am your mate and you both are mine.”
LeAuntiez wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. “Don’t say it unless you mean it, because you know what will happen if you turn us loose.”
“You’ll fuck me together,” she told him with a smile. “And I want nothing more.”
* * *
Bron’s fingers tangled in the back of Kyla’s hair and she yelped in surprise. She’d asked for them to stop holding back and boy, did she get her wish. They were both in full on devour mode and her head was already spinning. Bron’s mouth sealed over hers, while LeAuntiez’s hands moved boldly over her body. As usual they were still dressed and she was naked. The contrast always made her feel naughty, but she also missed being able to touch their amazing bodies without the barrier of their uniforms.
They kissed and caressed her, passing her back and forth as their mouths alternated on hers. Suddenly, LeAuntiez spun her around as he went down on his knees. Bron chuckled, apparently guessing what his podmate had in mind. LeAuntiez lifted her and draped both her legs over his broad shoulders so she was literally riding his face. She leaned back against Bron’s chest and just let go. They were strong and capable of pleasing her better than anyone else in the universe. She didn’t need to guide them or resist anything they tried. They were her mates. They loved and adored her. And she loved and adored them.
LeAuntiez’s mouth settled over her slit, his tongue pushing deep into her core. She raised her arms and encircled Bron’s neck, anchoring herself against his shoulder. Bron’s hands moved boldly over her arched body, stroking her breasts, belly, and thighs. Then he reversed direction and slipped his hands under her, caressing her ass, sides, and back.
All the while LeAuntiez licked and sucked, filling her pussy then teasing her clit. The transitory nature of his stimulation, built her arousal slowly, winding the tension tighter and tighter, without letting her orgasm.
Soon she moaned and wiggled, needing that one focused touch that would send her over the edge and release the spring now coiled so tightly in her abdomen. “Please, LeAuntiez. I need it. Please.”
He pushed his tongue deep, found her clit with his thumb, and triggered her climax with a few skillful strokes. She cried out sharply, arching so violently, Bron had to hold her in place. She shook, mindless as the spasms of pleasure pulsed through her body.
“I think she liked that,” LeAuntiez said as he shifted one of her legs over his head then pulled her into the cradle of his arms.
By the time Kyla was fully aware again, Bron was lying back across the bed. His legs were bent over the side, so his hips were near the end of the bed. “Come here, baby. Straddle my hips.”
His cock rose from his groin like a flagpole, so it wasn’t hard to figure out what he wanted her to do. She climbed on top of him, with LeAuntiez’s assistance, and positioned herself over Bron’s groin.
“Put me in,” Bron directed, his gaze blazing with banked passion and sensual demand.
Raising up just a bit, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and guided it to her entrance. Then she let go, using gravity alone to drag her body downward. He pushed deeper and deeper, her body stretching wide to accommodate his thick length. She moaned, clit tingling as he gradually filled her up.
“So good,” she concluded, eyes tightly closed.
“Look at me,” Bron ordered as he pulled her down, closer to his chest.
She sucked in a breath, heart pounding, as she opened her eyes. He’d bent her forward so LeAuntiez could reach her ass. This was really happening! Chancellor Savator and the Commander LeAuntiez were about to claim her as their mate. She would be the most powerful female in the Protectorate.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered, unable to hold back the emotions swamping her mind. She didn’t fear the act, knew they would never hurt her, but they both held so much authority, so much power. Even if she had no direct authority, having intimate access to both of them was daunting.
Bron pressed her face between his hands and LeAuntiez stroked her back and shoulders. “We want only your happiness, and we would never harm you physically,” Bron insisted.
“That’s not what scares me. I’ll be your wife. I’ll be able to influence the two most powerful males in the entire world. I’m not sure I want that sort of responsibility.”
Bron smiled and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “We trust you not to abuse your power over us.”
LeAuntiez cupped both her breasts as he whispered in her ear, “Besides, what happens to meddlesome females?” Before she could answer his hands shifted and he firmly pinched her nipples, just a short pulse of pain, then he let go. “We’ll deal harshly with any misbehavior and you know it.”
Her nipples continued to throb long after he released them, but his words were oddly comforting. She didn’t have to worry about being corrupted by the power she’d possess, because they would keep her in line. It gave her the freedom to misbehave as long as she was ready to pay the consequences. And she’d already learned how well her body enjoyed their punishments.
“You’re right. And I’m ready. Please, make this real.”
Excitement ricocheted between her mates, heightening her arousal. She felt something cool slide down between the cheeks of her bottom and then LeAuntiez was spreading it around and easing his fingers into her tight back passage. They’d each taken her there before, but never while the other was in her pussy. She’d dreamed about this, fantasized incessantly especially over the last few days. She was so ready to be their mate.
LeAuntiez held her open and positioned himself at her other entrance. “Breathe for me, and stay nice and relaxed.”
Bron slipped his hand in between their bodies and lightly stroked her clit as LeAuntiez pushed past her sphincter.
She gasped as the stubborn muscle suddenly surrendered and his thick shaft slid halfway in.
“You okay?” He stroked her sides, holding still while she adjusted to the fullness.
“I wanted intense.” She shivered and moaned. “This is intense.”
He advanced slowly, pushing pleasure with him as he filled her. She clutched Bron’s shoulders, amazed that they’d both fit inside her. “Oh, God, this is good,” she whispered as LeAuntiez slowly pulled back. It felt like every sensation in her body was dragged backward as he pulled out and was shoved upward when he thrust inside.
Bron moved his hands to her hips and arched upward, creating a countermotion to each of LeAuntiez’s deep strokes. She moaned, overwhelmed by the fullness and power of the sensations surging through her body.
She’d tried to imagine this, thought she understood what it would be like, but all her daydreaming hadn’t come close to the reality. She was surrounded by them, filled with them and not just her body. Her mind was inundated with emotions. She felt everything they felt and shared in each response to the sensations.
The link they’d been using to communicate changed, evolved, becoming something deeper and all-encompassing. She could sense their pasts now and their hopes for the future. Their thoughts were so much clearer and their emotions more distinct. They moved faster, thrusting harder, pumping into her like a well-oiled engine. Bron was awed and humbled by the fact that she was his, while LeAuntiez’s spirit burned so brightly she couldn’t decipher his specific thoughts or feelings. He was like the sun, blinding and dangerous, yet there would be no life without its warmth.
Fingers dug into her hips and urgency swirled around her. Their demanding hunger fueled hers and soon she was just as wild as they were. She couldn’t really move, could only surrender, entrust herself body and soul into the safekeeping of her mates.
“I love you, Kyla, so very much,” Bron spoke the words and pushed them into her mind.
“I love you just as much, maybe more,” LeAuntiez said, then laughed.
They might be best friends, but they were also very competitive. In this instance, their need to compete worked to her advantage. They showered her with affection until she was giddy with the feeling and then reality exploded. Bron arched hard, driving his cock deep into her pussy as he came in shuddering waves. LeAuntiez came a millisecond later, wrapping one arm around her chest while he held himself up with the other. His cock bucked in her ass and hot seed splashed her inner walls.
Bron’s orgasm triggered hers and LeAuntiez’s pleasure kept her going. She shuddered and gasped then shuddered again, her mind lost in a dazzling, colorful realm where nothing but pleasure existed. They kissed her and caressed her, bringing her down slowly with warm waves of tenderness.
They must have repositioned, because when she finally opened her eyes they all lay on their sides. Her leg was high on Bron’s hip and LeAuntiez was plastered to her back. They were both still inside her. The realization made her smile. “Can we sleep like this?” she whispered, feeling lazy and content.
“Every night?” Bron proposed with a wicked grin.
“I’m game if you are,” she countered and both males chuckled.
“I think I’m the one who loses out with that arrangement,” LeAuntiez complained. “I don’t get to see your beautiful face.”
“We’ll take turns being in back,” Bron proposed, his lids beginning to droop.
A moment of contented silence followed as they basked in the afterglow. Words seemed almost intrusive, but Kyla wanted there to be no confusion, no misunderstandings between any of them. “I love you both very much and I love you evenly. You each offer different experiences and emotions. That’s part of what makes this so exciting.”
She kissed Bron deeply, expressing her devotion and loyalty. Then she twisted around so she could kiss LeAuntiez with the same passionate affection. Their mouths met and melded, but the exchange had barely begun when LeAuntiez broke away.
“Shit!” He carefully pulled out then sat up and shoved his hand through his hair. “Urrya is almost here. He wants to speak with all of us.”
Reluctantly Kyla and Bron separated, then she went into the bathroom so she could clean up before donning a clean uniform. The men promised to stall Urrya then went downstairs.
By the time she was put back together enough for visitors, Urrya was sitting in the living room looking decidedly uncomfortable.
“She’s here now so just spit it out. What’s this about?” LeAuntiez snapped, clearly not amused by his half-brother’s interruption.
There was such tension in Urrya’s posture that he barely touched the back of the chair. Urrya was as dark as LeAuntiez was light, but they had the same sculpted features and regal bearing. Kyla could still remember Urrya’s wings, velvety black with an iridescent sheen that shifted and flowed across the entire surface. Now that she was seeing him up close, she noticed that the same mesmerizing iridescence wove through his dark eyes.
He cleared his throat, glanced at LeAuntiez, then focused entirely on her. “You have suffered far too much already, so I will first say that Erin is still alive.”
“What?” She was too startled by his claim to react with anything other than confusion. “Where is she? Is she hurt? Why didn’t she—”
“Please try not to feel anything but joy until I’ve fully explained the situation.”
Urrya’s gaze shimmered and Kyla quickly looked away. Could he do the same thing with his eyes that LeAuntiez could do with his voice? “Where is Erin right now?” she asked, demand obvious in her voice. “If she’s unharmed, why didn’t she come with you?”
“I didn’t say she was unharmed. I said she’s alive.”
“Urrya.” LeAuntiez’s tone snapped with warning and he took a step toward his half-brother. “Get to the point. Does this have something to do with Azra?”
“Of course it does. His entire pod is involved.” Bron stood near the kitchen, arms folded over his chest. “But you’re the one who found her. Aren’t you, Urrya?”
Urrya pushed to his feet and met Bron’s gaze, shoulders squared, face expressionless. “She has been very ill. When I found her—”
“You lied to me?” LeAuntiez lunged for Urrya, grabbing the front of his uniform with both hands. “I looked you right in the eyes and asked if you were hiding her. You told me no.”
Urrya twisted away and jerked his uniform back into place. “She was very near death when I found her, so I called out to Azra.”
“Oh, my God.” Kyla’s hand flew to her throat as the memory came rushing back. “Bron called him a witch doctor.”
“Azra is a skilled healer.” Urrya shot one resentful look at Bron before continuing, “He was able to stabilize Erin onsite. But when I tried to take her to our clinic, Azra insisted she needed to remain in the healing thrall he’d used to save her life.”
“And you believed him?” Bron sounded incredulous.
“You didn’t see her, sir. She’d been out three days and four nights. If Azra hadn’t responded to my call, she would have died within minutes. Her body temperature was that low.”
Emotions buffeted Kyla’s composure, tearing a sob from her throat. “But she’s alive. Will she recover?”
“Yes.” Urrya took a step toward her, but LeAuntiez blocked his path. “She is doing much better. Azra released her from the thrall this morning. She’s awake and alert.”
“Show me.” LeAuntiez didn’t give him time to refuse. Placing his hand on Urrya’s forehead, LeAuntiez accessed the memory. “He speaks the truth. Erin is alive and recovering. She is—wherever the hells their pod resides.”
“What does that mean?” Kyla cried.
LeAuntiez drew her into his arms, pressing her against his chest. “Azra is not welcome in Protectorate-controlled space, but Urrya and Oseth are Brokvata. It was Bron’s hope—”
“Chancellor Savator tried to force us into exiling our podmate, but we came up with a creative solution instead.” Urrya sounde
d almost smug as he explained, “Azra creates an interdimensional tunnel that allows us to pass from wherever the Protectorate is at the time, to his home dimension. We live quite comfortably on his ancestral estate.”
“Azra’s one dangerous sonofabitch and I wouldn’t trust him to shine my boots,” Bron grumbled.
Kyla turned within the circle of LeAuntiez’s arms so she could see the other two males. “And this is the person who has control of Erin?”
“She will return with me as soon as she’s strong enough to travel,” Urrya stressed. “For right now, she is where she needs to be.”
“Three days.” Bron advanced, hands fisted at his sides. “If she is not returned in three days, you and Oseth will be charged with kidnapping.”
“We saved her life!” Urrya’s voice rose and multicolor sparks erupted in the depths of his eyes. “If I hadn’t summoned Azra, Erin would be dead.”
“There are four other pods with scores as high or higher than yours. They have the right—”
“Three tenths of a point,” Urrya argued. “All five pods are separated by three tenths of a point.”
“You’re genetically compatible with Erin?” Kyla’s worst fear had just been realized. This wasn’t just about Erin’s recovery; Urrya’s pod wanted to claim her.
“Why do you think he was out in the wasteland searching day after day?” Bron spoke to Kyla, but his hostile gaze was locked on Urrya. “I’d just notified her top five pods, and told Erin to expect contact from each. I suspect that’s the reason she ran.”
Kyla’s heart fell into the pit of her stomach. “She told me, but I thought she was lying, trying to convince me to help her escape.” She shook her head, nearly overwhelmed with guilt and regret. “So this is the new strategy? First come, first served? Pods will be kidnapping potential mates each time the announcement is made.”
Urrya’s lips pressed into a disapproving line. “Erin is our potential mate. It would be unthinkable for any of us to harm her.”
“She is compatible with you and Oseth,” Bron clarified. “I have no idea how Tavorians choose their mates.”
