FirePrincesBride

by Rebecca Airies

  “Eli moru, when we catch you, you’ll pay for your impertinence,” Tyral thundered.

  She heard the Ice crystal cracking, but she was already fleeing the bathroom. Her victorious laughter followed her out the door.

  Karissa looked around the large, open bedroom. She searched for somewhere to hide. The only real furnishing was the massive, low bed. Callan and Tyral liked the space and freedom of movement offered by the room. They could conjure anything they needed, but she definitely saw drawbacks now. It limited the possibility of good hiding places.

  Ah well, she sighed. She moved to the side of the room, well away from the door to the bathroom, and closed her eyes. Magic rose within her. A wave of sorcery pulsed through the room. A cloaking spell would allow her to hide, at least for a little while. The wave of magic should prevent them from pinpointing her location using the feel of the magic. The object of this move wasn’t to elude them, merely to lengthen the game she’d started. She didn’t want to make it too easy for them to find her.

  The door to the bathroom burst open, the panels disintegrating beneath the blast of magic. Callan and Tyral stormed into the room. Fierce determination and anticipation blazed in their eyes. They were deliciously nude and heat fairly radiated off of them.

  Droplets of water clung to their blue-green torsos, highlighting their muscled chests and corded abdomens. Her eyes traced the droplets of water on their bodies. She’d like to lick the beads off their skin. They looked angry and aroused. Their half-erect cocks swayed as they strode into the room. With every step, their shafts seemed to grow harder and longer.

  A few steps into the room, they stopped. They stood side by side with open wide, confident stances. As they looked around the room, predatory smiles curled their lips.

  “Ah, eli moru, you do like to play.” Callan took a step toward the far wall. “I’m going to spank your round little ass until it glows.”

  That’s a threat? A smile tilted her lips. She’d liked it when they’d spanked her and was more than ready to do it again as well as anything else they wanted to try.

  Tyral began moving around the room. The silent, stalking glide of his steps carried him to the side of the room opposite of Callan. Karissa watched and waited as they searched, trying to find her or make her move and reveal herself. Only when both of their backs were turned to her did she move a step at a time toward the temporary sanctuary of the bathroom. They would eventually find her but she was going to make it hard for them.

  Keeping her eyes on the two men who were searching for her along the far wall, she backed toward the door. She extended her hand slightly behind her, feeling along the wall so that she would know when she reached to doorway.

  She took a slow step to the side, reaching back to touch the cool stone wall. Her hand encountered neither wall nor mere air. The moment the thick energy surrounded her hand, she knew that she’d been much too complacent. They’d set a trap of their own.

  The energy coiled up her forearm, enveloping her in a gluey, almost wet-feeling field. Tingles of magic danced over her skin as the energy encased her arm and began to wrap around her body. In the space of a few breaths, her body was encased. A zinging pulse of power rolled through her and then she was free. She was also visible and the focus of two angry Sobrin males.

  “You two know you deserved that.” She smiled at them and moved to the right along the wall. “You’ve teased and tormented me almost since we met. Maybe now you’ll realize that I’m not all talk.”

  “What a bold lady you are, te thali. You aren’t going to apologize for what you did?” Callan narrowed his eyes as he moved closer to the wall, every stride bringing him closer to her. “No ‘I’m sorry I turned your warm bath into a dip in water so cold it had crystals of ice on the surface’?”

  “You aren’t going to apologize for teasing and tormenting your mates?” Tyral raised a brow and flashed a predatory smile as he watched her try to edge her way out of the trap. “You’re not sorry that you bound us with crystal Ice and took liberties with our bodies?”

  “And we can’t forget that deluge at the end. That water was icy!” Callan growled.

  Karissa saw Tyral move to the side and back a few steps, opening a path. She knew she was being herded and that they were probably doing that twin talk thing, planning and plotting. She had no way to counter either of those things.

  “I told you I’d Ice you and you finally pushed me enough that I did it.” She darted her eyes away from the two frowning men to the opening they had created. The only way left to her was a path straight to the bed. “Why should I apologize?”

  She knew that she had little chance of making it to the bed, much less over it before they caught her. There were two of them and they were just too fast for her to escape them in a footrace. She had no other choice. There was no other way open to her. She could try to run that way or surrender now. She didn’t feel like surrendering.

  She made a point of turning to Callan and running her eyes over his tensed body. He was just waiting for her to make a move. She fluttered her lashes at him and blew a kiss at him. When she turned to Tyral, she saw him shift, his muscles bunching underneath his skin. Tossing a wink at him, she turned and ran for the bed.

  She managed three running steps before two strong arms wrapped around her, lifting and swinging her off her feet. Her back was pressed against the solid warmth of a hard chest. A low chuckle vibrated against her as her head spun dizzily from the abrupt shift in events.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “No, te tana.” Tyral’s voice sounded from somewhere to her right and held a wealth of masculine satisfaction. “Only good girls get to go straight to bed with their mates. Bad girls have to learn their lessons and earn the right to sleep in the bed between their men. You’ve been very bad tonight and haven’t shown the least bit of repentance.”

  “I love it that you’re such a bad girl.” Callan’s breath whispered over her ear. “Teaching you some manners will be a pleasure.”

  Karissa kicked and struggled in Callan’s arms, enjoying the game. “I wasn’t bad, even a little bit. I got even for your outrageous behavior and your complacent, arrogant attitude. It was a righteous vengeance, not a petty prank.”

  “Righteous vengeance, eli moru? Try that on someone a little more naïve. Maybe they’ll believe you.” Tyral strode ahead of them and with a wave of his hand a large, highly polished wooden chair appeared. “You waited, plotted and then you turned our bath into an icy slush, nearly freezing a valuable part of my anatomy, hours after we’d teased you. And then you compounded your error by binding us, teasing us and then deluging us with cold water. This was more of the pushing you’ve been doing.”

  “It was righteous and I gave you equal measure. I didn’t freeze you into the tub.” She shot him a narrow-eyed glare. Even arguing with them was invigorating. By the Veil, she wanted them. “You might have something to rant about if I’d done that.”

  “A righteous vengeance would have been a deluge that drenched us when we were teasing you or shortly after that. You did no such thing, Rissa.” Tyral raised an arrogant eyebrow and pointed at her. “You wanted to play with us, didn’t you?”

  “Not true, there was no opportunity for revenge such as that after your most recent bout of tormenting me.” She couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice as she thought of them in that icy water and their expressions. “I did warn you repeatedly that I’d Ice you. You two arrogant men thought I was just talking and didn’t pay attention.”

  “It appears we’ll have to teach you about appropriate vengeance as well as the respect due to your mates. Your training in these matters should have begun years ago.” Callan shook his head in silent, mock reproof. “What were your people thinking to keep you so long?”

  Tyral sat in the large chair and Callan carried her over to him. Tyral reach forward, taking her struggling body from his brother. In spite of her squirming and lurching attempts at escape, she found herself draped face down across hi
s thighs looking at the pattern of vines on the rug beneath the chair. One of his forearms braced against her back, ensuring that she didn’t escape his grasp. No matter how she writhed or pushed—and she did try—she found it impossible to wriggle off of his legs.

  “Now, te thali, we shall see just how bad you are. I suspect you’ll require much training.” Tyral’s hand slid over the round curve of her ass to the cleft between the two cheeks.

  His fingers swept down, past the pink rosette of her anus to her slick slit. Two probing digits swirled in the juices which welled from the needy opening. He drew the liquid down and over the hood of her clit before sliding up again. With teasing intent, they circled her aching, empty pussy. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a groan as her vaginal muscles rippled and clenched in demand.

  “I haven’t paid much attention to your little clit or even begun to fuck you with my fingers, yet you are soaking my leg with your cream.” Tyral’s fingers pressed as they circled the rim of her vagina, tormenting her with the anticipation, the delay of his fingers entering her.

  “It’s not the mark of a woman devoted to being a good girl to crave such acts.” Callan’s teasing tone rolled through her body, setting fires of desire with the images. “I bet she even wants to be taken anally. Would you like that? Do you want a cock driving into your ass?”

  “It’s good that we found a woman such as her. I don’t know what we’d do with a woman who only wanted to be fucked in her pussy.” Tyral’s fingers dipped into her heated quim, and then pulled back from the clasping channel.

  “And I love her desire to be dominated, to be taken,” Callan offered. His fingers ran over her back. “She’s so perfect for us.”

  The way they were talking, the images that formed in her mind in response to those words doubled the hot desire flooding through her. Their scent, the heat of their bodies, and the sound of their voices, all called to her, drew her to them. All incited a hot need to be fucked, for more than the words. By the Veil, she didn’t want to be good if being bad felt this hot.

  She wanted everything they mentioned and more. She wanted to explore her fantasies with them. She wanted to be tied, at their mercy. Nothing made her more wanton than those two men in a mood to dominate…and it was such fun to incite it. Not that it required much coaxing. They were naturally inclined to lead.

  “Time for your lessons, my bad thali.” Tyral’s fingers ceased their torment and roved back to her buttocks caressing the globes for a moment.

  “A man’s bath has a certain sanctity that should never be violated by teasing little sitgas who wish to play.” Callan’s voice came from the side and almost at her level. Karissa turned her head to find him kneeling. She gaped at him, hardly believing what he’d said. “If you wish to play, a word will do or a light rain as reminder.”

  “The sanctity of a man’s—” A chuckle bubbled up in her throat, but was cut short. Whack. The flat of Tyral’s hand landed on Karissa’s buttocks as she was staring in astonishment at Callan. She felt her cunt clench and a rush of warm liquid welling inside of her.

  He’d managed to say that with a straight face. She jerked against the arm pinning her to Tyral’s legs. She squirmed, wiggled, and tried to push herself off of his lap. Nothing worked.

  “I wasn’t playing with you two. I told you that.” She dug her nails into Tyral’s leg. “You’re just too conceited to believe that I could have intentions other than a romp with you.”

  “Keep—” Whack. “—your little nails—” Whack. “—to yourself, eli moru.” Whack. Evenly spaced between the swats, Tyral’s words carried an almost cheerful ring. His hand rested on her buttocks, the heat from his hand a contrast to the tingling prickles dancing across her skin.

  “Admit it, tana, and perhaps we will go easy on you this one time.” Callan brushed the hair away from her face and his golden eyes locked with hers. “You like playing games with your husbands. You like us to spank you, to give you what no other ever has.”

  “I’m not your wife yet.” Just the thought of it was enough to flood her pussy with juices. Telling them any of that would be too easy and would make them even more arrogant than they already were. She took the safe route and neither confirmed nor denied his suspicions.

  “You’ve been our wife since the first time we touched you. Just because you went back to Frejan before you came here doesn’t change anything.” One of Tyral’s fingers slipped into her honeyed pussy and his thumb settled over her clit, rubbing in slow circles. “The ceremony is merely a formality to make others happy. A man saying words over us will change nothing.”

  Her buttocks flared with heat, but the burning heat on those reddened cheeks was eclipsed by the hot pulsing lust pouring through her primed body. Her hips undulated as his finger continued to glide into her and his thumb stroked intermittently over her clit. She ached for more than that one finger. Her pussy clenched and clasped around it, desperate to be filled. By the Veil, she needed to fucked hard, to come.

  “When you want to play with us, tell us.” Callan’s hand slid down her back and then back up. “We were going to do something like this tonight anyway, Rissa. There was no need for such dramatics. Have you forgotten the little tussle we had when we came to get you from Mother’s parlor earlier? You were begging for it then, too.”

  “I wasn’t playing or trying to get you to play.” Karissa stubbornly refused to admit to them that the instigation of a scene such as this had been a motivating factor in her decision to take some revenge tonight. They were much too confident that they knew her reasons.

  Smack. “Don’t lie.” Tyral’s hand descended sharply on her buttocks.

  She yelped in surprise and tried to reach back to rub at her stinging rear, but Tyral caught her hand and held it. She sighed but remained silent, determined not to give them that bit of information.

  “Do you think you can resist us?” Callan’s fingers tangled in her silver hair and the truth of his words were conveyed in the molten amber of his eyes. “There are two of us, eli moru. We can tease you for hours if you aren’t ready to be a good, little mate and tell the truth.”

  There was no way that she could survive hours of their torture. She doubted that she could take a few more moments of it without bursting into flames. Her body hummed with excitement and the knot low in her stomach pulsed with need. She drew in a shaky breath. She’d have to somehow learn to be more resistant to their methods…later.

  Her eyes locked with Callan’s as she wet her lips. “Part of my motivation was to gain revenge for your teasing. The other part was merely to incite you to something like this. I wanted this.”

  “We make progress, my stubborn thali.” Tyral’s hand rubbed over the swell of her rear, exciting the sensitized flesh.

  “Now, admit that you like to play games with us. You like it when we pick you up and carry you off. You love it when we heat this luscious ass.” Callan’s hand slipped down and roamed over the mentioned anatomy, cupping one of the cheeks in his warm hand.

  “I like to play with you. Before I met you two, my sex life was rather conventional. I’d never before imagined being spanked, but I do find pleasure in it.” She pushed on Tyral’s leg, trying to lever her body off of his lap.

  “Not just yet, thali,” Tyral’s hand roved over her back, but that forearm remained pressed against her.

  “But I want…” Karissa turned her head and tried to look up at Tyral. She knew that they knew just how hot they’d made her. They could smell her need.

  “Don’t you think that we deserve an apology for what you did to our bath?” Tyral’s hand moved with subtle emphasis on her buttocks.

  “Sorry—but I—” Her protest ended on a sharp indrawn breath when his hand landed with a smack on her right butt cheek. Fiery tingles blossomed where his hand landed.

  “This glowing little rear is going to get much pinker if you do not remember why you should apologize to us.” Tyral’s fingers trailed back to her honeyed slit.

  He slid
two fingers into her tight, wet channel. Her hot sheath clenched, grasped at his fingers as they advanced then retreated. She pressed back into those fingers, wanting, needing more. A moan of disappointment tore past her lips as Tyral’s fingers withdrew from her cunt leaving an empty ache.

  “Damn…please…” Karissa was desperate. “I’ll apologize.”

  Tyral’s hand rested on the curve of her hand, two of his fingers slick and wet with her juices. “Then do it.”

  “I knew you wanted a bath first and then we would play, but I still turned your bath icy. I didn’t want to wait and I wanted a little revenge. I’m sorry I turned your bath to slush, that I trapped you both in Crystal Ice and about the deluge that followed it.” She bit her lip as her pussy clenched.

  “Very good.” Tyral’s hand patted her bottom.

  She shivered as each pat engendered a clenching deep within her pussy.

  “At last, you admit it.” Callan lifted her from his brother’s lap. “Now we get to the really enjoyable part, although watching you get your ass spanked is stimulating.”

  Callan carried her over to a black rug stitched with silver and gold designs. Karissa turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his, nibbling on them, but he didn’t open his mouth to her probing tongue—not even when she nipped his lips sharply.

  She pulled back and, tilting her head, frowned in confusion. Tyral chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. His warm body pressed against hers, his cock pressed against her buttocks. He was hard, aroused.

  “I’m first tonight, eli moru. It isn’t nice to tempt him when he knows he’ll have to wait to have you.” Tyral’s breath rushed over her ear just before he began a nibbling torment of the shell of her ear and his hand roved over her stomach and settled over her pussy. He loved that hot immediate response, the fire within her.