Rebel

by Aubrey Ross

  “Honesty. Don’t put on a show for them. They all know you’re not accustomed to our ways.”

  The drumbeat grew louder. Tinkling bells and trilling flutes soon drifted on the night wind. The acolytes spun and swayed, undulating with sensual grace, then shook their hips and shimmied their breasts.

  Ashton watched the dancers for a time then his gaze drifted to Corry. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted and her nipples had started to harden. Why was she more affected by this than he was?

  Because you’re jaded. Fate has kicked her in the gut more times than you can imagine and she can still find the wonder in life.

  He reached for her hand and she squeezed his fingers without shifting her gaze from the dancers. The high priestess pushed to her feet, standing tall and proud on the far side of the fire pit. She told her acolytes to return to their mat then offered further instruction in a firm, clear voice.

  A man and a woman moved to stand in front of Ashton and Corry. The woman was voluptuous and sultry-eyed, the man sleekly muscled, his expression fierce.

  “I don’t do men,” Ashton protested.

  “I’m sorry for the confusion,” Lutton said. “The high priestess must approve of what she senses in you. She has altered the rules to your advantage. Marri is for you, and Fyn is for Corry. The actual pleasure must be exchanged with them, but you are allowed to assist each other, as are Fyn and Marri. This is very generous of the high priestess. Fyn and Marri frequently find pleasure with each other. If you allow them to guide you, this will be over before you know it.”

  Ashton helped Corry to her feet. “Do I still go first?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Marri watched their approach through hooded eyes. Her large breasts swayed with each deep breath. Corry matched his advance step for step, but anxiety and anticipation surged across their telepathic link. He lightly touched her mind, easing her fear and encouraging her instinctive response to the sexually charged atmosphere.

  Fyn moved behind Marri and jerked her skirt off with one forceful yank. She gasped and her breasts jiggled. Her nipples hardened and she licked her lips. The message was clear. Marri liked it rough. She would respond best to insistent stimulation.

  Dragging her arms to the small of her back, Fyn thrust her breasts toward Ashton. Again the gesture required no translation. Ashton cupped both her breasts and squeezed firmly. Marri wiggled and twisted against Fyn’s hold, but her skin flushed and her nipples puckered against Ashton’s palms.

  Does she really enjoy being manhandled? Corry sounded intrigued, not appalled.

  Some women can’t come unless they’re restrained. Watch her face while I tease her nipples. Tell me what you see.

  He rolled one of Marri’s nipples while he sucked on the other. The harder he pulled the louder she moaned, so he allowed the tip to scrape across his teeth each time he released the suction.

  She looks sunburned or feverish. Is she already wet?

  Encouraged by Corry’s curiosity, Ashton stroked down along Marri’s abdomen and covered her mound with his hand. The curls at the juncture of her thighs had been trimmed and shaved until only a small dark triangle remained.

  Fyn kicked her legs apart, making more room for Ashton’s hand. Ashton continued his assault on her nipples while he pushed his middle finger into her slit. Her wet, warm folds caressed his finger and lust expanded through his body. His gut clenched and his cock jerked, hardening with alarming speed.

  She’s a beautiful woman and she’s enjoying your touch. Your response is perfectly natural.

  Corry was reassuring him? Moments before, she had been the one in need of comfort. He released Marri’s nipple and looked at Corry. Her gaze was fixed on the other woman’s body, arched by Fyn’s unrelenting hold, helpless and waiting.

  Do you want to touch her?

  No. She replied a bit too vehemently. But I want you naked while you do.

  With an impatient tug, he loosened the garment wrapped around his hips and revealed his erection. He stared into Corry’s eyes as he stroked himself from base to tip several times.

  A throaty murmur drew his attention back to Marri. Fyn had released her arms. He was rolling and pinching her nipples with one hand and the other held her pussy open, displaying her cream-soaked passage and swollen clit.

  Marri rested against Fyn’s chest, her arms reaching back so she could grab his neck. Kneeling in front of her, Ashton caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger then pushed two fingers into her cunt. She rocked her hips. His fingers went deeper and he pinched her clit, rolling the tender nub until she cried out.

  Fyn leaned close and whispered something into Marri’s ear. She shook her head and tipped her pelvis so Ashton could move more easily. He thrust into her creamy passage while he plucked her clit again and again.

  “Suck—on her.” Fyn struggled with the words. Still, Ashton understood. He bent to her mound and flicked his tongue over her clit. “No. Suck…hard.”

  Catching the puffy little nub between his lips, Ashton sucked on her clit and kept right on sucking until Marri screamed with release. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers and she pushed up against his mouth.

  Fyn stepped back, taking Marri with him, and then urged her to her hands and knees. She tossed her head, sending her long dark hair flying as Fyn knelt behind her. If the other man fucked her now, it would take that much longer for Corry to make him come. Ashton started to protest, but Fyn didn’t remove his garment. He made an impatient gesture.

  “Now she suck on you.” He twisted her long hair around his fist and raised her head.

  Ashton saw the carnal invitation smoldering in her dark eyes, so he pushed to his feet and moved closer to Marri.

  Shaken and squirming from the lust blasting across their telepathic link, Corry watched Ashton push his cock into Marri’s willing mouth. Fyn knelt behind her, using her hair to hold her head in place. Ashton braced his legs apart and rolled his hips. His eyes closed and he stroked Marri’s face while he fucked her mouth.

  Fyn said several things in a frantic rush. A young man brought him an open pot filled with some sort of cream and Lutton translated for Ashton. “You can’t come in her mouth. The tribe must witness your release.”

  Ashton nodded, never slowing the steady rocking of his hips. Corry let his pleasure wash over her. If she opened her mind, she could feel the swirl of Marri’s tongue and the firm slide of her lips along his shaft. Desire warmed Corry’s skin and made her nipples tingle.

  Dipping his long middle finger in the cream, Fyn traced the crease between Marri’s ass cheeks. Curiosity stirred within Corry. Was he going to put something up her ass?

  Go watch him, little rebel. Your curiosity is distracting me.

  She moved closer to Fyn and his dark gaze bore into hers for a moment before he returned his attention to Marri. He held her open with one hand while he buried his middle finger in her ass. She moaned and bucked until Fyn smacked her ass with his free hand. Ashton was still moving in her mouth, so all she could do was murmur. Fyn said something low and mocking then slapped her other cheek.

  A deep, needful pulse erupted in Corry’s pussy. She crossed her arms under her breasts and watched Ashton slide in and out of Marri’s mouth. Fyn pulled almost out of Marri then thrust back in as he twisted his wrist.

  Marri pushed up each time Fyn drove into her and whimpered with each outward stroke. Ashton moved faster, holding on to her face now. Two bright red handprints formed on Marri’s ass cheeks. Fyn growled and rubbed the discoloration then reached between her thighs, teasing her core and flicking her clit. All the while he kept up the firm thrusts into her ass.

  Ashton suddenly jerked himself out of Marri’s mouth and rubbed his cock with firm, frantic strokes. He shuddered and groaned as his seed spurted out, disappearing into the grass beside Marri.

  Fyn rewarded his lover with another orgasm before he withdrew his finger from her body and turned his attention on Corry. Would he spank her? Would he fin
ger-fuck her ass? She took a step backward even as heat cascaded through her body. Ashton’s arms wrapped around her from behind and he nuzzled her hair.

  He’s not going to hurt you. There is no way I would let him.

  I have to give him pleasure before he touches me.

  Is that what frightens you? He’s just watched me pleasure his mate and he watched his mate pleasure me. He should go off like a solar flare with just a little encouragement.

  She nodded and stepped out of his embrace, taking a deep breath as she approached Fyn. He met her gaze, making no move to remove his garment or offer suggestions for how she might begin.

  Honesty, Lutton had said. She was no seductress. She would follow her instincts and participate to the best of her abilities. Her fingers shook as she unknotted his garment. He raised his hand and touched her face. Surprised by the gesture, she looked into his eyes and found kindness shining there.

  He was fierce and dominating because that’s what Marri needed. Yet sensing Corry’s vulnerability, he backed off. Soothed by his willingness to consider her needs, she grew bolder.

  She tossed his garment aside and brushed her hands over his smooth chest. His body was hot and hard, sculpted with muscular definition yet sleek. He stood before her motionless, allowing her exploration. She reached behind him and squeezed his ass, rubbing her breasts against his chest while his cock twitched against her belly.

  Easing away from her, Fyn stooped and picked up the small pot off the grass. He held out his hand and looked at her expectantly. She extended her hand and he scooped some of the cream into her palm. Then he dropped the pot back into the grass and guided her hand to his cock. She closed her fingers around his shaft and he covered her hand with his. He showed her how hard to squeeze and how fast to move then he released her. The cream allowed her hand to slide easily. She kept her fingers in a snug circle as she worked his shaft up and down.

  Ashton moved up behind her again, cupping both her breasts in his warm hands. She sighed and continued the smooth back-and-forth slide. Fyn covered her hand again and drastically increased the speed of her strokes. He pulled her other hand to his balls and she rolled the delicate spheres as they grew tighter and tighter.

  With a sudden cry, Fyn pivoted to the side and came into the grass as Ashton had done. He kept her hand firmly pulling until the last shuddering spasm ran its course.

  Fyn turned to Lutton and explained what he wanted.

  “Fyn would like for your mate to verify your release with his cock inside your body.”

  She looked at Ashton. “And how is that going to work?”

  “I think I know what he has in mind.” He held out his hand. “Come here.” He led her away from the mess Fyn had just made and spread out in the grass on his back. “Face away from me and lower yourself onto my cock, then lie back against my chest so he can touch your pussy.”

  “I’m heavier than I look.”

  He chuckled. “I think I’ll survive.”

  Would Ashton stay inside her if she lay down on top of him? She ached for his cock and this was the final phase of testing. They would get through it together. Turning around so she faced away from him, she straddled his hips and guided his cock to her entrance. He pushed in, filling her and filling her until she trembled.

  Fyn supported her neck as she settled herself against Ashton’s chest. Her knees were bent, legs spread wide, leaving Fyn plenty of room to play between her thighs. Ashton steadied her, one hand on her stomach, the other on her upper chest.

  Are you all right?

  I love the way you feel inside me. I should be humiliated, but all I feel is your warmth against my back and your cock…

  Fyn knelt between their spread legs, intruding on her introspection. He squeezed her breasts. Teasing her nipples as his gaze bore into hers. The fierce Dom had returned. She was spread before him, impaled on another man’s cock, yet Fyn was in control.

  With firm tugs and careful pinches, he made her nipples burn. The sensation was different yet not unpleasant. Her pussy fluttered around Ashton’s cock and he flexed in response, silently reminding her he was with her, inside her where Fyn would never be.

  Fyn pushed Ashton’s hands to her breasts and Ashton took over as Fyn moved on. Ashton’s touch was so much better, slower, pulling her gradually from tingles to aching need. Fyn rubbed her belly and stroked her thighs before focusing his attention between her legs.

  Corry was stretched around Ashton’s cock. Fyn tried to get his fingers around her clit, but she was pressed too tightly against Ashton’s shaft. Instead, Fyn bent and used his tongue to caress the hood of her clit.

  Heat swirled up through her pussy, accenting how completely Ashton filled her. Fyn touched her delicate folds and she felt Ashton shudder. He really didn’t want another man touching him.

  He’s touching me, silly man. Have you always been this homophobic?

  I don’t particularly want him touching you either.

  Then concentrate on me and let me feel how much you want to move. You can’t fuck me until he makes me come.

  Damn good point.

  As if Marri overheard their telepathic communication, she knelt in the grass beside them and raised her hips high, spreading her thighs in an unmistakable invitation. Fyn kept his tongue centered over Corry’s clit, licking her just hard enough to rub her against Ashton’s shaft.

  Tension gathered and Corry tossed her head on Ashton’s chest. Her inner muscles clenched, holding for a breathless moment before they sprang free. Sparks of pleasure showered down on her and she arched violently.

  Fyn scrambled over their entwined legs and thrust his cock into Marri’s pussy. Reaching under her body, he grabbed the top of her shoulders and pounded into her.

  Ashton’s reaction wasn’t quite as aggressive. He rolled over, sweeping Corry beneath him and pulling her up to her knees. She dug her fingers into the grass and angled her hips to give him deeper access to her heat.

  Murmured conversations and the frantic slap of flesh against flesh told her they weren’t the only ones who had lost complete control. Ashton moved in her and against her, and nothing had ever felt so wonderful.

  The wind wafted across her damp skin and the faint scent of smoke tickled her nose. They were free, abandoned to the moment and the pleasure of expressing their love. Even in her passion-muddled brain, the word ricocheted.

  She couldn’t be in love with Ashton. They were enemies.

  His pace slowed. He squeezed her breasts and caressed her folds. He touched all the places Fyn had touched, as if to erase all evidence of the other man. She smiled into the grass, pleased by his subtle show of possessiveness.

  He pulled up on her hips and thrust deep one last time. She closed her eyes and waited for the subtle jerk of his cock and the hot splash of his seed. Blinding pleasure accompanied the image, igniting her release.

  She cried out and caressed him with firm, rippling clenches. Sensations poured into her. She absorbed them then infused his emotions with hers and passed them back across their intimate link. They shook together, clinging to each other, never wanting it to end.

  A sharp cry cut through their sensual haze. Corry watched Fyn shudder as he came deep inside Marri. Similar cries echoed throughout the clearing and Corry glanced at the high priestess. She inclined her head, her lips parting in a gentle smile.

  Ashton rolled them to their sides, his cock still buried inside her pussy. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder and nibbled on her neck. “Think we’re on to round two of this sexcapade?”

  “The high priestess seemed pleased, but the tribe has the final say.”

  “From the number of couples who joined in, I’d say we were able to share our pleasure quite well.”

  Fyn and Marri slipped away into the darkness. Corry propped herself on her elbow and looked around. The clearing was all but deserted. Lutton crossed to them, his expression relaxed.

  “You have been deemed worthy by the tribe. They were impressed with you
r willingness to reach inside yourselves and release your inner fire. Many are too encumbered by worldliness to ever experience what you shared with us tonight.”

  “What happens now?” Ashton asked.

  “Return at dawn and your ceremonial cleansing will begin.”

  Chapter Nine

  Corry lay facedown in a sort of hammock, her body suspended four feet off the ground. A hole in the flexible material surrounded her face, allowing her to relax without craning her neck. A man stood on either side of her, each massaging a different part of her body. They touched her everywhere, their strong hands dragging moans from her throat. It felt wonderful, but she wasn’t comfortable with the familiarity with which they touched her.

  “Thanks, guys. I’ll take it from here.”

  Ashton! She sighed and pushed to her forearms, looking over her shoulder at him. “Are we having fun yet?”

  “They waxed my chest.” He rubbed the distinct contour of his pectorals. “When she moved between my legs, I kicked the pot right out of her hand. No way was she putting that stuff on my balls.”

  Corry chuckled. “You were going to take a razor to me.”

  “True, but a razor doesn’t pull your hair out by the roots.”

  “Well, they were too fast for me. I’m naked as a baby.”

  “It’ll grow back. If that’s what you want.” He grinned and her heart lurched unexpectedly.

  She swallowed and licked her lips. “Where will I be when it does?”

  “One step at a time, sweetheart. Remember? Let’s get you someplace safe. Then we’ll figure out what it will take to defuse the rebellion.”

  “Revolution,” she corrected with a smile. His dark gaze caressed her face. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wished he’d say to her. But he was right. Speculation was useless at this point. They had to focus on each event as it came.

  “What’s in the pouch?” she asked.

  His intense expression triggered hot flutters in her abdomen. Being naked in front of the two strangers had been awkward. An entirely different tension coiled through her now. Hollow and needful, her body ached for Ashton.