Land of the Brave: Forbidden Spice (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jools Louise

  “Harmony, stretch her, please,” Raven pleaded, sweat dripping from him as he continued to move. Bly panted as two fingers probed her anus, scissoring and stretching her. She felt a sharp pinch and a burning that went straight to her clit. Writhing on Raven’s thick cock, she rode him hard, nipping at his lips and drawing blood, and then sucked on the small wound. Raven kissed her back, his lips hard against hers, mashing their mouths together as he lost control. His fingers raked through her long hair, damp with sweat as she went wild.

  A third finger pierced her ass, the burn increasing and she pushed back against the intruder, fucking herself on the thick fingers, desperate for more. A second later, a thick, much wider appendage began to push at her, as Harmony’s fingers left her clenching chute. Punching past the tight ring of muscles, Harmony breached her, and she screamed out at the pain shooting through her.

  “Easy, beautiful,” Raven said, stroking her back and parting her cheeks wider, soothing her with gentle kisses. Harmony continued stroking her clit, the friction distracting her as her ass struggled to cope with the log lodged within. He began to move as she relaxed, panting hard, and the burning eased up, turning to pleasure as he shunted back and forth, shallow thrusts that drove him deeper.

  “I can’t…” she protested, not sure she’d be able to take them both. “I don’t know if I…”

  “You were made for us,” Harmony soothed and blanketed her back, his massive arms going around both of them, and holding onto Raven, as well. Bly was the filling in their sandwich, their cocks holding her in place. “See how your body responds to us, see how you adjust to us inside you.” He kissed her neck, nipping at her, and she felt sharp fangs. The change had completed, and they were now shifters. She shuddered, lost in them, lost to everything else. Harmony upped the tempo, his hips rocking steadily, and she moaned. Her fingers clutched restlessly, and were held in Raven’s, squeezing her as they made love to her. Harmony kept most of his weight off her, each thrust pressing her against Raven beneath. Fully seated now, both men set up a rhythm, alternating strokes. Each upstroke had Harmony moving back, each forward stroke had her sinking back down onto Raven. Then then both began to fuck in tandem, matching each instroke, fucking her steadily until she fell over the edge, coming hard. Strong, hard strokes filled her again and again, simultaneously thrusting and then withdrawing, until she didn’t know where they ended and she began. She simply held on for the ride, loving the over-stretched eroticism of being double-fucked.

  Harmony suddenly shuddered, gripping her shoulder in a vise-like grip, and snarled viciously before tilting her head to the side and sinking his fangs into her neck, claiming her. Raven, undone by their orgasms, came, as well, copying Harmony and adding a second mark to the opposite side. She felt their seed lash her insides, and then the locking mechanism kicked in, holding them inside her. Panting, overwhelmed and a little frightened, a second orgasm crashed through her. She felt the sting of the mating barbs inside her, and both men came again, releasing more thick seed inside of her before collapsing exhausted. Harmony’s big body squashed her against Raven, and she gasped for breath until he gave a low curse, and eased back up, resting on his forearms.

  “Don’t leave me,” she begged, not wanting him to withdraw.

  “Never,” he replied, breathing heavily, and rolled them to the side so that he was spooning behind, still embedded in her ass, and Raven was snuggled against her in front, filling her pussy.

  “I love you,” she said, taking turns to kiss them both. She couldn’t get enough of their sweet nectar, and surrounded by them, she felt as safe as she’d ever been.

  “I love you, too,” Harmony responded, teasing her nipples. “You are our whole world, now.” Bly closed her eyes, hugging the words to her as she cuddled between them.

  “I love you,” Raven said, stroking the curve of her hip. “I can’t wait until we get to our new home. Then we will be able to make love anytime we want.”

  Bly sobbed, imagining that, as well. Closing her eyes, she dropped into slumber, dreaming of a day when she would be free, running with her pack, with a whole pack of little ones gamboling beside them.

  * * * *

  Maska kissed his mate hungrily, drinking her sighs as she moved restlessly beneath him. “I’m claiming you,” he said sternly, hearing her tiny chuckle, and smiled.

  “Yes, dear,” she said, smiling wickedly when he eased back.

  Arching a brow, he nipped her lower lip teasingly.

  “I believe we have some unfinished business, little dove,” he said, and saw the confusion in her eyes. Then the horror.

  “No!” she yelped as he turned her, dragging her onto hands and knees.

  “Yes,” he replied, and delivered the first smack. The sound rang out, and he saw his handprint on her pale flesh. He saw, too, the flush that rose in her face, and the excitement as he repeated his punishment. The smacks weren’t hard, and judging by her dripping pussy, she was enjoying them.

  After five smacks on each cheek, he was too excited to continue, his cock hard and aching with need. Kneeling behind her, he placed a kiss on each red mound, and then positioned his cock against her slick entrance. In one smooth thrust, he filled her, hearing her cry out. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he held her in place as he began to move, losing control and slamming into her hard and fast. She shoved back against him wildly, driving him deeper. Grabbing her pussy, he pummeled her clit with his fingers, tormenting her sensitive nub as he pounded her with punishing strokes, knowing he wouldn’t last long. This was his mate, his future. He loved her with such burning intensity, she dimmed the stars at night with the aura that shone from her. She completed him, making him ache to be near her. When he was apart, he felt as though something was missing.

  He came with a loud shout that rang from the walls, rearing back as his cock spewed hot seed inside her. He felt her come apart around him, her orgasm stoking his own. Still moving hard, he gritted his teeth against the exquisite sensations as she milked him dry. Then his cock expanded even more, and he locked into place, stinging her with the barb, and setting off another crescendo of pleasure.

  Mary screamed, her head flung back, and he struck, claiming her at last as he sank his fangs deep into her neck, matching the three other marks already there. He draped over her back, exhausted, easing his fangs from her and nuzzling at her tenderly. She turned her head and they shared a languid kiss as he sat back on his haunches, an arm around her waist, not wanting to leave her slick warmth.

  “Hmmm,” she murmured, stroking his forearm. “So sexy,” she said. “I love you, Maska. I feel fantastic. As though I’ve come home. You were my first, and now you’ve completed our bond. I love you.”

  Maska felt tears in his eyes, his heart clenching at her declaration, and cupped her breasts gently, squeezing her nipples firmly and kneading the heavy globes.

  “I love you, too, little dove,” he answered after some hot kisses. “I love your body, and your smile, and your fire,” he added. “I was empty without you.”

  He opened his eyes, sensing movement nearby, and saw his brothers smiling at them both.

  “We did it,” he said, and saw their smiles widen as he sent the unspoken message.

  “We did indeed,” Chatan replied, hugging his brothers.

  “I can see my wolf!” Mary interjected, sounding excited. “She’s beautiful,”

  Maska chuckled, and hugged her closer, burying his face in her neck. “You’re beautiful,” he said sincerely.

  “How come I can hear you in my mind?” Mary asked, sounding confused.

  “We’re all bonded now,” Dustu said. “It’s a protection thing, in case you’re in danger.”

  Mary looked up, smirking. “And it works both ways, so I can protect you if you need help.”

  Chatan snorted, crouching in front of her, and stroking her belly. “Once you’ve shifted for the first time, you’ll start ovulating,” he said. “You’ll be desperate to mate with us, and we’ll be desperate
to fuck you, constantly, to get you pregnant.” He kissed her nose and tweaked her nipples. “Once you’re with child, if you even think about trying to save anyone but yourself, you’ll have four very angry mates spanking your behind.”

  Mary reached up, her face flushing as she grabbed his cock and squeezed tightly, glaring at him. “If you even think about spanking me again, I’ll twist this so hard, you’ll wish you’d been born a woman!”

  Chatan growled angrily at the challenge, swatting her hand away and lifting her into his arms. Struggling as he hauled her over his shoulder, she squealed when he smacked her butt six times before releasing her. Mary snarled at him, fangs dropping, and a set of claws sprouting from her fingers. A few seconds later she was standing on all fours, in full wolf form. Her lips were curled back in a snarl, her tail between her legs as she growled at him furiously. Half shifting, Chatan dropped his fangs and snarled back. Instead of submitting when he went all alpha, she snapped at him, hackles raised, and lunged forward, grabbing his balls in her mouth. Her sharp teeth gave a warning squeeze before releasing him, causing him to yelp, and then freeze, grimacing.

  She stared at him, yipped at him smugly, and then trotted off triumphantly, wagging her tail. Before she left their sleeping area, she glanced back, seeing Chatan gingerly touching his crotch, his face pale. She would never admit to any of them that she’d enjoyed the spanking. They were controlling enough already. This had proved the point that she wasn’t a pushover.

  She frowned as she trotted into the main cavern, seeing all the amused looks aimed her way, then flushed—albeit it beneath her fur—as she realized they’d heard everything. And there was the small matter of shifting back. Shifting in anger had been a cinch. She had no clue how she’d even done it. She’d simply reacted. Her nose twitched, the scent of roasting venison reaching her, and she drooled. Shifting could wait. She was hungry.

  Chapter Nine

  Flo’s eyes opened slowly. Blinking, she saw an inky black sky and a myriad of stars above her. The huge, full moon illuminated the shadows, reflecting off the patches of snow that littered the mountain tops all around. Her limbs felt a little strange, her body tingly. Her blood seemed to be racing through her veins, zinging along merrily, but she was completely relaxed, surrounded by a hard, warm comfort blanket. Sniffing, she inhaled a familiar odor that reassured her even more. She couldn’t quite remember what it was, but the gentle rocking motion of her body told her she was being transported—somewhere.

  She was warm and comfortable, feeling no pain…when had the pain stopped? She had been in agony, after having felt her bones shatter under Bimisi’s brutal assault.

  “Flo?” she heard, and snuggled deeper into the warmth.

  “Hmmm,” she murmured, frowning. Then she heard the voice again, and reluctantly lifted her head.

  “Flo.” She looked into eyes that swirled with a warmth and tenderness that melted her on the spot. She realized that she was wrapped snugly in strong arms, and recognized her savior as the one who had cared for her for days and days. She flushed, remembering the last time she had been awake. Her blushes deepened, thinking of this man, Etu, and his brothers providing her with an unconventional healing draught—in the form of their semen.

  She couldn’t look away from Etu’s gaze, watching as his head dipped lower, his arm securing her against him. Barely daring to breathe, she viewed his moist lips, looking so soft and edible, as he brought his face within a hairsbreadth of hers.

  “Etu?” she said, giving a low whimper as he closed the distance and kissed her gently for the first time. He cupped her cheek, his thumb trailing seductively from her ear to her, and from chin and back again. She moved restlessly, feeling a throbbing in her nether regions, and reached to grab a hank of his hair, grinding her mouth against his as the kiss heated up.

  “Brother, you get all the fun,” someone complained, causing Etu to chuckle and release Flo slowly.

  “Flo, do you remember us?” Etu asked, a little irrelevantly since she was accepting his kisses.

  Flo nodded, glancing shyly over at the other two. All three brothers had inky black hair, and sported a striking silver streak through their hair. They had dark brown eyes, and were sinfully handsome. She remembered them well, and recalled that their hands on her had been so gentle, treating her as though she was precious.

  “I’m Etu, this is Iye, and over there is Wakiza,” Etu said, smiling. “Do you, er, remember…?” He trailed off, looking embarrassed.

  “I remember,” she said softly as she ducked her head, her cheeks flaming.

  “How do you feel?” Wakiza asked, casting a concerned glance over her. His caring warmed her after so many months of being treated as though she was a piece of meat. Bimisi had not cared for her refusal, but had not dared to attack her while her adopted brothers were around. Instead, he had sneered and leered, making snide comments about what he would do to her when they were dead. He had sent them off on a fool’s errand, thinking himself so smart. She smiled grimly to herself. Who was the fool now? He was dead, and she had three sexy mates to play with.

  “I feel much better,” she replied, smiling a little. “I don’t hurt anymore.” She frowned then. “Except…”

  “Where do you hurt?” Iye asked, alarmed.

  “It’s more of an ache, really,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Etu leaned closer, his breath wafting sweetly across her face. His brothers rode closer to hear what she had to say.

  She blushed even deeper. “Between my legs,” she whispered, embarrassed. “I’m throbbing. It feels as though something inside me is trying to get free, something wild and untamed.” She looked at Etu, shifting restlessly in the saddle and rubbed her clit, trying to ease that insistent twinge. “I want you.”

  Instantly, Etu growled, and dove for her mouth, kissing her hungrily. His tongue swept inside, taking advantage of her soundless gasp, and devoured her. He dominated her, not giving her a chance to catch a breath, and she was soon panting, clutching at his broad shoulders. His hand went between her legs, touching her. She wore no undergarments, and his touch seared her most sensitive flesh. Moaning into his mouth, she endured the headiness of his scorching kisses, hard and demanding. His searching fingers delved between her slick folds, a little abrasive on the tiny nub that demanded attention. He rubbed her firmly there, and she responded to his every touch, a little afraid of how her body let him take over.

  Whimpering, she dragged her nails through his long hair, raking against his scalp as she came apart in his arms. “Etu…” she cried, bucking against the vigorous onslaught of pleasure that assailed every nerve ending, exploding out from her core in hot waves.

  “Sweet little, Flo,” he said, gentling his touch and soothing her now as she came down from the clouds. “Hmmm, delicious,” he teased, removing his fingers from her clit, and bringing them to his mouth. He licked at them seductively, and she watched with dazed eyes as he took obvious delight in the taste of her. Before she could think what she was doing, she joined in, sampling her own cream. He growled again, and hugged her close, kissing her hungrily.

  “Brother, I hope we get to where we’re going soon, because I need to change my pants,” Iye drawled, shaking his head.

  Etu chuckled, and waved the pair off. Flo hid her face against his strong chest, feeling his racing heart thundering beneath her cheek. A thick rod prodded her side, and she reached down curiously. He let out a guttural groan, his head lolling back as she pressed and rubbed and fondled him, and then gave a kind of grunting roar. The scent of cum wafted to her nose, and she knew she had brought him to his own climax. It made her proud that she had given him such pleasure, just with the touch of her curious fingers.

  “Our sweet Flo is a minx,” he finally said hoarsely, and the brothers all chuckled in agreement.

  “I liked what you did to me,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I hope we can do it again soon.”

  Etu gave a half laugh, and hugged her. “Lit
tle mate, we’ll do it whenever you like.”

  “I can’t wait to get somewhere horizontal,” Wakiza said under his breath. Flo heard him clearly, and smiled widely. She wanted that, too. She wanted to spend many hours touching and tasting her trio of delight. She wanted to watch them come undone beneath her questing fingers and mouth, wanted to drink down their passion. She’d gotten her first taste of pure ecstasy—and now she couldn’t get enough. Delving beneath Etu’s breech clout, she touched his bare genitals, scooping up some of the thick cream he had released, and bringing it to her mouth. Looking up at him, she licked her fingers and saw the instant lust on his taut face.

  “Chatan!” Iye called out urgently. “Are we nearly there yet? Our mate is driving us out of our minds.”

  A deep chuckle drifted on the cool air. “Boys, we’re there. Look around you,” the alpha responded.

  Startled, Flo lifted her head, looking at the wide expanse of a river valley beyond them. Aspen trees mixed with conifers and silver birch abounded. Shrubs bearing plump, ripening blueberries abounded. Beyond them were the towering spires of the mountains, tipped with snow, looming over the valley below. A shallow river flowed westward. The valley spread for miles, with not a human settlement in sight. Flo scented cougar, wolves, and jackal. Bears were here, too. More importantly, there was the scent of elk, deer, and caribou, and the river would be loaded with trout or salmon. Perfect sources of food.

  “We’re here,” Etu breathed, sounding relieved.

  “We’ll set up a temporary camp here,” Chatan called to everyone. “We’re not out of danger, yet. We need to fight off Taima, and we have to endure the winter here. We’ll never survive the high pastures with no supplies. Best we wait out the winter here, where game is plentiful. Gather food and build somewhere to store them. Then in the spring, we can decide whether this is our final home, or move westward, toward the ocean.”

  “Once we build our own tepee, we can get horizontal,” Flo said eagerly, seeing the instant reaction from her mates. Iye and Wakiza raced ahead, thundering down the narrow trail to the valley floor, whooping with joy. Giggling, Flo heard the rest of their tired band laugh at the men’s’ antics, but followed at a more sedate pace. She sat up, alert now, her body still tingling from Etu’s skilled attentions. His arms pulled her back against him, and he nuzzled her neck lovingly. Closing her eyes again, she savored his touch, turning her head to the side to beg for more of his delicious kisses, and spent the rest of the ride memorizing his taste.