by Maggie Ryan
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
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Ryan, Maggie
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Her Alpha Mates
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Prologue
Cassandra
Power comes in many forms, but I’d learned the immense power that simple words held.
It had only been a few months ago that two words had almost cost me the love of my life. Words I’d thrown out in anger, words I’d not even meant and yet they’d set things into motion that had changed my life.
Now, kneeling before these two men, I knew my very reality was changing yet again.
“We vow to guide you, to discipline you, to protect you, to love and cherish you until our very last breath.” The men spoke as one, the sincerity in their voices, the love in their eyes causing my heart to feel as if it would burst. Each of them held one of my hands, fingers softly stroking across my palms as they asked the question that would begin our lives anew.
“Cassandra, do you vow to give yourself to us in all ways? Do you accept us as your mates?”
With only one word, I knew I would never be alone, never wonder if I was wanted, needed—loved. Three letters, one syllable, and yet it was the most important word I’d ever utter. A vow I knew I would rather die than to break.
One little word.
“Yes.”
Both of my men, my mates smiled, the love in their eyes filling my heart, but the ceremony was not yet done.
Their free hands moved to caress my cheeks, as, in unison, they softly spoke the words that filled my very soul.
“Do you vow that you are no longer one, we are no longer two? That from this moment forward, until the day we die, the three of us become one… a sacred trinity?”
Okay, it was one little word, but I said it again and again as tears slid down my cheeks. “Yes, yes, yes, God, yes!” I just couldn’t help it, I was laughing and crying, repeating the word again and again until the men gave my hands a tug, pulling me to my feet to sandwich me between them. Deo, my king, the leader of our pack bent down, murmuring, “I will love you for eternity,” a moment before his lips met mine.
Draco, my dragon protector, pressed against me from behind, his lips finding the shell of my ear, his softly uttered, “I will love you forever,” warming my skin a moment before his lips closed on my earlobe, giving it a soft nip.
I’d felt their lips on me before, felt their hands on me in love as well as in discipline, and yet this was the first time I’d felt them at the same time. I couldn’t stifle the soft moan that the nip of my earlobe dragged from me.
“Our mate is so beautiful,” Draco said, his lips moving to nibble on my shoulder, his tongue leaving a path that caused goosebumps to raise when he blew a breath across the trail.
I felt my heart skipping a beat and the white lace panties I’d chosen to wear becoming damp. Evidently, the matching bra didn’t offer much concealment as I could feel my nipples tightening, pulsing, pressing against the silk of my dress.
“And naughty,” Deo said, his teeth grazing along the hollow of my throat as I threw my head back the moment he cupped my breast. “We have yet to open the champagne to toast our vow and yet her nipples are already rock hard.”
“And I can smell her sweet honey,” Draco said, his hand moving beneath the hem of my dress and easily sliding between my thighs. A smile tugged at his lips as his fingers skimmed across the gusset of my panties. “Shit, Deo, she’s soaking wet!”
Their words were causing my knees to threaten to buckle, my hands reaching to grab onto them.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, “Please…”
“Please what?” Deo asked.
“Please take me,” I gasped.
“Oh, Cassandra, we aren’t going to take you,” Deo said, a thick thumb strumming across my nipple.
“That’s right,” Draco confirmed, showing us the fingers he’d pulled from beneath my clothing—the fingers that were now glistening with my arousal. “No, Cassie, we aren’t going to take you—we are going to claim you.”
My pussy spasmed as he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent as if imprinting it on his brain.
“Both of us,” Deo said, his fingers closing around my nipple, giving it a squeeze.
“At the same time,” Draco said, moving his fingers to my lips. “Open,” he ordered and without hesitation, I obeyed. He slipped his fingers into my mouth.
“That’s it, suck his fingers clean,” Deo said, continuing to play with my nipples, first one, then the other, each twist, pull, tug, and pinch driving me further toward the edge.
“Yes,” Draco said, slowly pushing his fingers a bit deeper, my tongue swirling over them, between them as he spread them apart, filling my mouth. “First you’ll suck my fingers, then you’ll suck our cocks.” With a grin, he pulled his fingers free. “Won’t you, little one?”
“Yes.”
“And while Deo fucks your sweet pussy, I’ll sink into your ass,” Draco continued.
“But not yet,” Deo said, bending to me again, a grin turning up the corner of his mouth. “Do you remember what I told you would happen this night, babygirl?”
If I hadn’t, the fact that both men’s hands moved to each take a globe of my ass, squeezing, fondling, stroking across it had that promise return in an instant.
“Yes… I remember,” I managed, my body threatening to self-combust from just the thought of what was to come.
“That’s right, little one,” Draco said. “Before we claim you, we must mark you.”
“Pain before pleasure,” Deo murmured, his fingers closing around my nipple as Draco took hold of its twin, both men squeezing the taut buds. “Are you ready? Are you ready to submit to your mates?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes,” I moaned, not caring how very needy I sounded. These were my mates; the men I’d been blessed to have as my own. I had learned that silence about what I wanted, desired, only caused heartache. I had no intention of playing the shy virgin. I’d given them my vow, my heart, my
very soul. Now it was time to give them my body.
Chapter One
Cassandra
I felt the tab of my zipper being slowly lowered, the back halves of my dress parting. Though I could instantly feel the cooler air wafting across my skin as it was exposed, I didn’t shudder until I felt warm exhales of each breath Deo took a moment before he pressed his lips to my flesh, going lower and lower as he followed the path of the zipper, placing small kisses along the length of my spine. I mourned the fact that the zipper reached the end of its track as that meant the kisses ended as well. A soft chuckle told me that the sigh of disappointment I gave hadn’t been as silent as I’d thought.
“I think our mate is anxious for our marks,” Deo said, straightening, his fingers replacing his lips to reverse the path they’d taken, stroking over the vertebrae of my back.
Draco moved to stand in front of me, his hands sliding up my bare arms until they reached my shoulders. “Then let’s not make her wait,” he said, pushing the fabric off my shoulders. I felt the material skim down my body to pause at the swell of my hips, effectively pinning my arms at my sides. My soft whimper of protest had him smiling. “Yes, she is definitely impatient, but great works of art should be cherished at their unveiling, don’t you think?”
“My thoughts exactly,” Deo agreed. “Anticipation titillates the imagination, increases the pleasure of what is yet to be revealed.” His lips returned to press against my shoulder, sliding to nibble on my neck.
“Amazing,” Draco said. “Every kiss you give her is raising little bumps along the way.”
“Really?” Deo murmured against the flesh right behind my ear, his front pressed to my back. “Even beneath this sexy little bra?” I felt the closure being undone at my back and this time it was Deo’s hands that pushed the straps off my shoulders, his fingers guiding the lace down to join my dress, exposing my breasts to the air and to the gazes of my two mates.
“Really,” Draco said, stepping closer, his hands moving to cup the mounds of my breasts in his palms. Splaying his fingers across the pale flesh, his thumbs strummed across my nipples. “Though, some are quite a bit larger than the others.”
“Larger, tighter, and a beautiful rosy color,” Deo said, moving to the front, his hand claiming my left breast when Draco released it. “And, how perfect… there are two of us and two perfect tits.”
Each man took a side, tongues laving and lips suckling my flesh until I was struggling to remain standing, unable to grasp more than a handful of their clothing with my arms still trapped.
“Please… please, I need…”
“What do you need?” Deo asked, releasing my nipple in order to speak.
“Everything,” I said, the truth of my need in that one word. Maybe I should have been embarrassed at the plaintive sound of my tone. Maybe I should be mortified standing bare from the waist up, my breasts heavy, my nipples swollen and aching to be sucked, pulled, twisted, plucked. Maybe a proper lady would feel ashamed to know that her panties were totally useless as every moment pressed against these men had moisture pooling between my legs, the gusset unable to contain my arousal. Maybe… but I wasn’t. At this moment, propriety, shame, and modesty be damned. “I need you both, your mouths… your lips… your cocks.”
My mates released my nipples, their hands sliding around my body to cup the cheeks of my ass, silently reminding me that before I was gifted with their cocks, I’d feel their hands.
“Please. I beg you both… please, I can’t wait any longer. Mark me. I need… I want to wear your marks.”
“Then you shall,” Deo said as Draco tugged at my clothing, freeing it to finish falling to the floor. White panties were my last barrier and that was soon removed as Deo hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled them down. I stepped out and then stood, completely naked in front of my fully clothed mates.
“Deo, our bride is not only an original work of art, she is a priceless masterpiece,” Draco said, his voice a bit husky.
The timbre of his voice, the look in his eyes had my body heating, one hand fluttering to cover the curls of my sex, the other lifting toward my breasts.
“No.” The word came from my left, my eyes moving from Draco to the man I’d married over a year earlier. “Draco is your mate now, my co-mate. You will not hide anything from him. Every inch of you belongs to him as it does to me. Put your hands down and spread your legs apart so that our mate can look at you.”
I knew that what he said was true, not only knew, but had agreed that forming a trio was our destiny. Yet, this was the first time that I’d stood completely nude before my second mate. The first time I’d watched his eyes moving up and down my body. The first time I’d watched his cock thicken and lengthen, swelling against its place along his thigh.
The straining of the fabric of his trousers told me that he wanted me and his softly issued, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” eased my nerves. I lowered my hands, shifted my feet apart, and stood proudly before the two men who, with me, formed a sacred trinity.
Draco extended his hand and I didn’t hesitate, stepping forward to take it, watching as his fingers closed around mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me closer. My hand lifted again, this time to brace against his chest, my fingers aching to unbutton the white shirt he wore, to discover what lay beneath the fabric. His free hand moved to cover mine, pressing it against his heart.
“I love you, Cassie,” he said, that same husky tone one I began to associate with his arousal.
“I love you too,” I said. Lifting my eyes, my breath caught in my throat as I saw the smoldering look in his.
He released my hand to move his around to splay his fingers across my bare ass, pulling me closer still. “I love the fact that you begged us to take you. I love that I can smell your arousal and see it leaking from your sweet cunt to wet your thighs. I love every inch of your pale skin because it will be the perfect canvas on which to paint my ownership.” His fingers moved again to slide between the cleft of my bottom, my heart stopping a moment before beginning to race as a fingertip pressed against the pucker of my anus. “I love knowing that after we’ve marked you with our hands, we are going to sink our cocks deep inside your body… in your pussy and in your ass and mark you with our cum.” I couldn’t help but whimper as his finger pressed just inside, giving me a taste of what was to come. With a smile that made more fluid drip from my pussy, he said, “Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes… so ready,” I whispered.
“Then, up on the bed. Our mate is waiting.”
I looked to see that Deo was indeed waiting. Though it was only a few steps, I was unsure if my legs would support me, but when Draco’s finger slid from my hidden hole and his hand lifted to pop against my ass, I discovered that they could. Once at the bed, I accepted Deo’s help in climbing onto the mattress.
“Over the wedge,” Deo instructed, handing two lengths of rope to Draco, keeping two for himself. I positioned myself over the triangular shaped pillow, wondering where it had come from as I’d never seen it before. I was a bit surprised at its strength, the form not giving as it took my weight.
“Forward more,” Draco said. “We want your bottom perched on top.”
Reaching out to grab a handful of the duvet, I wiggled a bit, the move awkward with the height of the wedge, but after a few moments, I heard Deo say, “Good girl. Arms and legs spread wide.”
I swallowed hard, knowing that once my legs opened, there would not be a single inch of my body left to the imagination. Still, I obeyed, offering my hands to my mates. The men each took one, wrapping the soft rope around my wrists before securing the ends to the corner posts of the headboard. My fingers wrapped around the rope, knowing that despite my submission, I’d be pulling against the restraints once they began to spank me. I laid my cheek on the soft bedcovering, my face flushing to a hue that most likely matched the burgundy of the duvet as I felt my ankles taken and my legs drawn further apart. I suppose I could
blame the shiver that coursed through me on the cold air that I felt stirring across my sex, but that would be a lie. Every quiver, every shudder came because I knew that though my mates were not touching me, their eyes were caressing my moist pussy, lingering on the small pucker between my ass cheeks, the position required assuring that even this would not be hidden from their view.
I’d thought I was ready, prepared… yet how could I have been? I’d never experienced this… never surrendered all control to my mates, my masters, my dominants… my husbands. All I could do was trust in my decision, close my eyes, relax my body, and know that whatever they chose to gift me with, I’d accept it with love.
My eyes and mouth snapped open at the same time as the room’s quiet was broken with not one, but two crisp cracking sounds. “Oh!” Again, two strong hands descended on my ass, one on each cheek, both heavy and igniting a fire that I knew would soon become an inferno.
It took less than a dozen double strokes before my hips were attempting to wiggle from side to side, which simply had my mates moving their target to the backs of my thighs. The moment the first volley of quick swats landed on that tender flesh, I pulled against my restraints, my back arching, my toes scrabbling against the mattress.
“No, please! Not there!” I cried, each rise and fall of each unrelenting hand the size of a paddle causing me to screech.
“Then be still,” Deo said.
“Submit to your spanking,” Draco added.
It took a moment, a few more strokes, before I collapsed, no longer straining or attempting to buck away from the blows. The reward for my obedience was their hands returning to the cheeks of my ass, peppering every centimeter until I was promising to be a good girl for the rest of my life.
“You are a good girl,” Draco said, bending forward to speak close to my ear. “This isn’t about you being bad, Cassie. This is about staking our claim.”
