Pride

by H. C. Brown

  Stryker mumbled under his breath and pressed damp kisses down her belly. Lailii gasped. His mouth had reached her apex. His probing tongue slipped inside her soaking folds and swirled around. She opened her legs at his insistence, and then lifted her hips to get more of him. Tingling sensations, wonderful, frightening throbs of delicious pleasure filled her pussy. This must be wrong. The witch at the Tark mentioned nothing about this delightful sex play. Dear Lady, will I die from such pleasure?

  Without warning, Stryker rolled away. She cried out in frustration. Stryker’s long fingers replaced his tongue and circled the pleasure point. His wet mouth closed over her nipple and suckled.

  “We will make this so good for you.” Dallin rolled on top of her. “Lift up your knees for me.”

  Dallin held her hips and rested the tip of his cock against her soaking pussy. She bucked at the intimate contact, her eyes wide. The female was so close to climax, and Stryker would make sure she came the moment he entered her. The man was a genius. Dallin bit his bottom lip. He must take it slow or ruin their life mate. His balls ached with the urge to plunge in and ride her hard. His cat screamed in his head.

  Lailii’s hot pussy quivered against Dallin’s cock. Her silky-smooth legs trembled. He thrust his hips and slid into paradise. Her tight channel clamped around his shaft in glorious waves of heat. One more thrust and he tore her barrier. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. He gathered her against him and kissed her. When he met her gaze again, her eyes were deep pools of passion. Without hesitation, he moved inside her, in long, smooth, strokes until her channel pulsed around his cock.

  Lailii tried to focus. The twin suns had begun to rise and the interior of the tent became a kaleidoscope of brilliance. Dallin rolled with her until she straddled his hips. His massive shaft buried deep inside her, sending wonderful sensations with every thrust. He pulled her close to his damp body and reined kisses over her face. The man’s hot gaze hid nothing of his pleasure.

  Behind her, Stryker caressed her back, her buttocks, and then applied a cool balm to her ass. His finger dipped inside, and her face grew hot from the forbidden delight. Why does he stroke my ass?

  “Relax, little one, and the pain will be over in a few seconds.” Dallin nibbled her ear. “Do not fight the pain, relax.”

  Pain? I think I am enjoying the touch of those fingers too much. With a sigh, Lailii rested her head on Dallin’s shoulder. In the early morning light, the vein in his throat throbbed before her eyes. Drawn to taste his skin once more, she licked and then dragged her fangs across his jugular. She inhaled his intoxicating scent. Her face ached, the need to bury her fangs deep in his neck, overpowering. She ran her tongue over her teeth. Gods, I cannot believe I have fangs.

  The heat of Stryker’s body pressed against her. His kisses teased her back. The moment his hot cock pressed against her forbidden hole, the act of taking two men at once slammed home. She opened her mouth to protest, but Stryker entered her in one quick thrust. Sharp pain exploded inside her. Stryker’s hot shaft stretched her to the limit. She screamed and buried her fangs deep in Dallin’s throat.

  So full, Lailii moaned at the delicious, twin sensations of two men thrusting deep inside. The pain vanished into hot waves of delight. Dallin’s sweet blood filled her mouth. She bit deeper, her cheeks pumped, and the pain in her face subsided. Strange visions filled her mind, of running through the forest as a tiger or flying through the air on a strange contraption. She experienced Dallin’s deep love for his family and Stryker. The man’s intense desire for her warmed her heart. Lady’s blood, I can see into the man’s soul.

  Pinned between her lovers’ damp bodies, Lailii withdrew her fangs. The scents of her mates poured over her. She inhaled, drawing the rich, potent, male musk deep into her lungs. Nothing should feel this good. Every nerve in her body screamed with the intensity of her mates’ thrusts. She gasped their names, gave in to the searing, endless passion, and shuddered to a violent climax. As if by silent agreement, both men followed, filling her with incredible, liquid heat. They clung together, dragging in ragged breaths.

  “Thank the Lady, the darling bit me.” Dallin ran a hand over his face. “You must take her again. She must bite you as well.”

  Stryker slipped from her and went to pour water into a bowl to wash. His knees trembled. So much emotion welled inside him; tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He had waited for this moment all his adult life. Lady’s blood, they had found their mate.

  “It is not possible to perform again so soon—even a stallion needs to rest after coupling.” Lailii rested her head on Dallin’s chest. “You surely jest.”

  “We are Pride, little one.” Dallin rolled her onto her back and slipped from her. “We are insatiable and can make love frequently, in fact, whenever we desire.”

  With a grin, Stryker moved closer to the bed. “Although, we both understand the tenderness of a virgin and will make allowances. Let me see if I can make you come again, sweet thing.”

  In the gray, early morning light, Lailii’s damp body gave off a subtle, golden glow. Stryker grinned. So, it is true; she does light up for the right men. “You are so very beautiful.”

  “Not many would agree with you.” Lailii glanced away.

  “Put aside any bad memories, little one. You have a new life with us.” Dallin sat on the side of the bed. “Just enjoy.”

  Stryker took her into his arms. Such a small female for two warriors, Lailii’s elfin features entranced him. He kissed the side of her mouth and licked a trail across her bottom lip. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, the rosy nipples hard, and begging him to suck them. He would savor this moment, this taking of his life mate. He inhaled her perfect, feminine scent and knew his cat rolled with delight. Lailii wet her succulent lips and lifted her head, seeking his mouth. Stryker growled, bent his head, and kissed her hard—she tasted like sin. He cupped her breast, circling her nipple with the pad of his thumb.

  She arched, pushing her tight bud into his hand. Beside him, Dallin caressed Lailii’s clit, his face forming a mask of concentration. Stryker lifted his head and gazed into the man’s eyes—cat’s eyes. He knew his would be the same. His cat crawled close to the surface, vying for control. The need to mate Lailii rushed through his loins, and blood pounded in his ears. The Spellweaver undulated beneath him. Her long, sharp nails raked his back.

  “Take me.” Lailii rubbed against Stryker. “My face aches. I need to bite you.”

  She opened for him, and her slim legs wrapped around his waist. Stryker entered her with care. So damn tight, he could barely move. Her slick channel gripped him in her heat. Lailii’s mews of encouragement drove him forward. He plunged deep and rode her in short thrusts. She bit like a snake, fast and deep. Her venom rushed through his veins in molten lust. Their minds joined, and he knew the pain she had suffered in the dungeon. Saw her self-doubt, and the deep loneliness she had endured her entire life.

  Stryker lowered his body, drawing her closer, letting her drink her fill. She lifted her head, her lips stained crimson with his blood. No other female had ever looked so beautiful. My mate.

  “I need you too.” Dallin moved behind Stryker.

  The cool swipe of lube swept across his ass, and then Dallin entered him in one hard, sizzling thrust. Stryker groaned. The exquisite sensation each time Dallin brushed his pleasure spot, mixed with the tight, hot wetness of Lailii’s pussy, shattered his control. He bucked his hips, meeting Dallin’s deep thrusts. Under his chest, Lailii giggled, her silver eyes dancing with delight. Stryker drove into her wetness. The female’s tight pussy began to pulsate around him. He trembled, reveling in the incredible sensations. His cock grew hot, and his balls tightened. White spots danced before his eyes. His lover gave one hard shove and filled him, shouting his climax. The man’s delicious heat tipped Stryker over the edge. With a roar of triumph, he came in long, shuddering gushes.

  * * * *

  Later that morning, as the twin suns climbed to the highest poin
t in the sky, they reached the top of the last dune. Sand crusted Lailii’s wet lips. All morning, they had trailed in the dust of the troops, her mates insisting on her remaining downwind. The enticing scent of her Moonfire had set the entire camp of randy cats on edge.

  Lailii could see the edge of the desert merging into green fields. A fast-flowing, azure river wound away in the distance, disappearing into a lush, emerald forest. She knew this place; Prince Derik’s castle rested to the north at the foot of the Mulway Mountain. Her stomach clenched. What would happen if they met the prince? Would he demand that she return to him?

  “What is wrong, little one?” Dallin moved Courage closer to Argos.

  She met his swirling amethyst gaze. “Prince Derik lives to the north of here. He often hunts in the forest.” She swallowed hard. “If we meet him, he will expect me to return to Mulway Castle with him.”

  “I hope we do meet him.” Dallin snorted. “There are a few choice words I have to say to the wimp.”

  “You belong to us.” Stryker leaned toward Lailii and touched her face. “We will kill anyone who thinks different.”

  Lailii pulled on Argos’ mane to stop him. She glared at Stryker in disbelief. “Kill Prince Derik? I am sworn to protect him with my life.”

  “All bets were off when he deserted you, sweetheart.” Stryker frowned. “I will tear him to pieces with my bare hands for what he did to you. Do not dare try to defend the pig. You belong to us now, not that asshole.”

  With a sob, Lailii looked from one angry face to the other. “Do you believe I would want to go back to a man who deems me no more than an insignificant slave?” She rubbed her fists into her eyes. “Well, I do not, but I gave my sacred oath to serve him.”

  “The Lady gave you into our protection. She spoke to me.” Dallin took Lailii’s face in his hand. “You are our life mate. No oath to any male comes before our sacred bond.”

  The warm fragrance of her mates surrounded her; gods, they exuded their scent at will. She drank it in, allowing the calming effect to sooth her nerves. Her pussy creamed. She ached for them. She met Dallin’s hot gaze. “I know in my heart this is true.”

  “I know you burn for us, little one.” Dallin brushed his thumb across Lailii’s bottom lip. “Moonfire is cruel when we cannot be alone with you. It is not much farther to the camp. We will remain there for a couple of days. Then we will take you home.”

  Cruel? They had no idea. Lailii reached for Dallin’s canteen and sipped the cool water. With each small movement, her nipples, tender from lovemaking, rubbed against the harsh fabric of her shirt, driving her to madness. She could still feel her lover’s mouths suckling on the sensitive tips and the touch of their damp skin sliding across her flesh. With her legs stretched across Argos’ back and her soaking pussy wide open, each step sent white-hot shimmers cascading from her swollen clit. Gods, her body tingled from their intimate touch, and her womb clenched each time her gaze fell to their cocks. Beneath their tight pants, the outline of smooth, velvet skin stretched over steel made her mouth water. They wanted her even after a night of love. She could see their arousal—arousal for her.

  Cheers greeted their arrival at the river. Lailii could count at least twenty troops. The camp sprawled along the riverbank. Dallin put on his warrior face, took his canteen from Lailii’s hands, and left her under the shade of a weeping willow. She turned and smiled at Stryker. “I wish I could dive into the river; it looks so cool.”

  “Soon.” He moved his horse closer to her mount. “Your scent will send the men into a frenzy if we are not careful. Dallin will make sure our tent is erected in a safe place.”

  Lailii pulled a face. “Must I go through life afraid a Pride will rape me?”

  “Come here, sweetheart.” Stryker lifted Lailii from the back of her horse and draped her across his thighs. “Pride males do not rape. During Moonfire, the female’s scent is strong. Without a female to comfort them, the males become restless and fight a lot. The need for constant sex is part of being a Pride male.”

  Stryker held her close and inhaled her fragrance. His cock pressed hard against the front of his pants. His cat purred contentedly. His woman, his mate. He smiled and rested his chin on the top of her head. This small, elfin female had taken them both all night. Her moans of delight had told him she enjoyed their lovemaking. Her small body had opened for them, and she had given them both more than they could ever need. She nestled closer. Her long, platinum hair brushed the skin on his arm, and this slight caress sent a surge of lust straight to his balls.

  Gods, he could still taste her pussy and wanted to feast again on her silky smooth petals. Then drive into her until she cried out his name in passion. With a groan, he nuzzled her neck. His face ached to bite her again. She responded and turned her sweet face up to him, her mouth seeking his. Lost in the kiss, he held her close until Dallin’s voice broke the spell.

  “I have posted guards around our tent. All of them trusted men, with their own life mates. We need to hunt. Cruz mentioned a herd of deer grazing not a hundred feet away in the forest.” Dallin smiled at Lailii. “You may bathe in the rock pool in peace, little one.”

  “Thank you.” Lailii smiled. “I am hungry too.”

  Stryker slipped his hand under Lailii’s shirt and cupped her breast. She moaned and pressed the hard nipple into his palm. “Relax in the pool, and we will feed you when we return.” He met her sultry gaze. “I want you nice and relaxed, sweetness, so we can fuck you all night long.”

  “Oh…yeah.” Dallin pushed his mount closer and ran a hand down Lailii’s thigh. “Tell me you want us, little one.”

  “I want you.” Lailii squirmed under their touch. “I have thought of nothing else all day.”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Stryker lifted her shirt to expose her full, white mounds. He bent his head and licked one taut, rosy nipple.

  “If you keep that up, we will not be hunting tonight.” Dallin shot Stryker an angry gaze. “My cat needs to hunt—let us go.”

  Dallin dismounted and led the way to the tent. He lifted Lailii from Stryker’s horse and set her on her feet. He pointed to a secluded rock pool surrounded with trees. “I have left a towel and a clean tunic by the pool. My men are a discrete distance away. No one will come near you. We will be in the forest for about an hour. Can you wait that long before you eat?”

  “Yes, a long soak will ease the cramps from riding.” She smiled up at him. “I will be fine. My magyck will protect me.”

  Like it protected you from the Butcher of Anwyn? Lady’s blood, you have no idea what a demon might do to you. “Go and take a bath. Do not worry. My men would die to protect you.”

  Lailii shot him a mischievous grin and walked toward the rock pool. Gods, he loved the way her hips swayed. Her small, peach-shaped bottom fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. He ached to take her tight little ass. He groaned. Tonight, sweet thing.

  “Fuck, she is like a wet dream.” Stryker cupped his balls. “I cannot stop wanting to sink my cock into her hot little pussy.”

  Dallin raised a brow. “I am betting my uncle will be disappointed. He wanted me to take a Si-Rani female. He told me the Oracle had foretold the joining of the Prides the day I was born.”

  “She is the Lady’s choice.” Stryker snorted. “Like he can say anything now she has bitten us.”

  “You know my uncle. He can make things happen his way.”

  “You have enough gold to live five lifetimes and the backing of your father and Nox.” Stryker shrugged. “If he wants to cause a problem, we will go and visit your father or live in another realm. One thing is for certain, we are not giving her up.”

  “He would have to kill me first.” Dallin met Stryker’s green gaze. “Trust me, that is not gonna happen.”

  * * * *

  Lailii glanced around the rock pool. If Dallin’s men were close, they had concealed themselves out of her sight. She lifted her chin to inhale the damp air, her skin tingling with the beauty of the place. Her bo
dy glowed, drawing power from every direction. The river, a wide, glistening expanse, fed from a massive waterfall, tumbled over rocks, sending rainbow sprays in every direction. Whitewater bubbled into the pool, highlighting the myriad of colors in the multifaceted rocks.

  Lizards lazed in the sunshine, their eyes closed, and their skin changing color from bright yellow to green at each passing cloud. Along the river’s edge, deer bent their soft, chestnut heads to drink. Lailii swallowed. Soon, I will hunt those beautiful creatures. I will have a cat to share my soul. I feel it bumping against my conscience, trying to emerge.

  Pushing her thoughts away, she undressed and eased her hot body into the cool water. She lay back and relaxed, dozing in the sunlight. The bubbles danced across her skin in a lover’s caress. She moaned and turned her body back and forth, enjoying the erotic sensations. Her mates had made her wanton. She smiled. I am sure there is so much more. I need to taste their long, velvet cocks. The desire is becoming an obsession. Will they accept my mouth on them?

  Sometime later, a flash of color and a splash brought a man beside her. He rose from the water, flicking a mass of long, black hair over his broad, golden shoulder. His handsome face was familiar, so like Dallin he could almost be his twin. She drew her magyck around her, ready to fight. Heart pounding, Lailii covered her breasts and pressed her back against a rock.

  “Do not be afraid, babe.” The man gazed down at her. “I had no idea wood nymphs roamed this forest.”

  He stood over her, so huge his body blocked out the sun. Water droplets streamed down his naked body. Lailii blinked. This must be Dallin’s brother. She allowed her magyck to recede. “I–I… I am a Spellweaver.”