by Renee Rose
Her face screwed up. “I wanted to visit Brinley. I drove most of the way there, but I changed my mind and came home. Please believe me—I never saw her. I’m sorry, Gav’n.”
Her story aligned with what he’d seen on the tracking device. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her little body against his.
“It’s all right, pashika. I’m going to get you home now. Where you belong. We’ll work everything out, I promise.”
She pressed her face against his chest, dampening his shirt with her tears.
“Come on, baby. Jakk and the girls are waiting up for you. Let’s get you out of here.”
The guard responded to his call and opened the gate. She changed back into her clothing, and he picked up the now-functioning amplifier. He had to resist the urge to carry her out of there. He wanted to feel her close, to know she was really still his—theirs. Because one thing he knew for certain—he would never let her go again.
Chapter Eleven
Part of Mira wanted to stay mad at Gav’n for the way he’d abandoned her. Her heart still ached from the fresh wound, but the way he kept looking over at her as he raced home, as if he was afraid she might disappear at any moment, did a lot to ease the pain.
When they parked at home and got out, Gav’n scooped her up into his arms and headed toward the stairs. Only to be blocked by the bitch of a neighbor who had reported her. The old woman eyed Mira with ill-concealed curiosity. Her Mekron family member crouched behind her.
“Linat,” he spat. He set Mira down but tucked her against his side. “If you have a concern about the activities of any of my family members, I’d prefer you to talk to me personally, rather than upset the entire city without cause.” He pinned her with a meaningful glare.
She flushed, backing up a step and almost tripping over the Mekron, Arnc.
“This is Mira. She’s a very talented engineer who was sweet enough to invent a device to amplify Jakk’s music player. She’s a member of our family. We’ve fostered her, as you fostered Arnc.”
Mira forced a weak smile.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us, your emergency call to the police—the organization, I might remind you, I run—disrupted our entire day and upset the children. We’d like to get home so Mira can put them to bed at a decent hour.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Linat shuffled out of their way, flushing.
Gav’n picked Mira up again, this time with her legs straddling his waist. He carried her up the stairs, but, instead of opening the door, he pushed her back against it and nipped at her neck. His cock pressed against the notch between her legs, hot and hard. When his lips brushed one of the cuts under her throat, he reared back, brows slamming down as his thumb touched the wound lightly.
“No more collars.” His warm brown eyes found hers, solemn with promise. “Either we trust you or we don’t. And we do.”
Her remaining anger at him ebbed away, and she went soft against the door, her body pliant and willing. “I promise to be worthy of your trust.”
He buried his face in her hair, kissing the place where neck met shoulder. “No more leaving without permission.” He lifted his head. His hand lightly caged her throat, and his gaze turned intense, challenging.
She tensed but then nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“You’ll be punished for today.” The growly way he spoke told her it would be the kind ending with all their satisfaction.
She wended her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. “Yes, Master,” she murmured and kissed him.
He immediately took control, claiming her mouth with a hard, demanding kiss that reminded her who owned her, who she’d always belong to.
She groaned when he pulled away.
“We’d better go in,” Gav’n said.
She tried to ignore the heat and pulse between her legs as he pushed the door open and carried her inside.
Jakk and the girls were waiting, and they all rushed over, surrounding them. Gav’n refused to put her down, so she was encased in a giant octopus hug.
“Are you mating Mira, Uncle Gav’n?” Pritzi demanded when he kissed Mira full on the lips again.
She twisted in his grasp, seeking Jakk’s eyes. She didn’t feel she belonged more to one brother than the other.
“Mira’s going to be both Jakk’s and my mate,” Gav’n said. “Right, baby?”
Her heart skipped a beat as her chest swelled. “Yes, okay.”
Gav’n looked at Jakk. “Okay with you, brother?”
Jakk leaned his head toward both of theirs, and the three touched foreheads. “Yeah. It’s perfect.”
“Well, put me down so I can get the girls to bed.”
Gav’n gave her ass a squeeze and eased her feet to the floor. “We love you, little human. I love you.”
“And I love you,” Jakk said.
“I love you, too,” Pritzi trilled.
She squeezed Pritzi, stroking her soft brown hair. “I love you so much, peanut.”
“What’s a peanut?”
“Someone who’s small, like you.”
She turned and enveloped Jan in an embrace. “Jan, thank you for speaking up for me. I needed you today, and you came to my rescue. That’s what family members do. I love you.”
Jan’s ears turned pink, but she smiled.
Darley stood slightly farther away, as if a hug would be the worst thing that could happen to her, but Mira caught her up in one, anyway. “Darley, I can’t wait to get to know you better. I’m so glad we’re friends.”
Relief and surprise mingled on Darley’s face, and she threw her arms around Mira for a second quick hug before ducking her head and heading for the bedroom.
“All right, girls. It’s bedtime. Let’s go.”
She tossed a smile over her shoulder at the two giant men watching her with goofy looks on their faces. “See you in a little bit.” She winked.
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Jakk had the strap out for Mira’s punishment. Neither he nor Gav’n was inclined to give her a long, drawn-out session.
“Is it really okay with you? That we share her?” Gav’n asked.
He turned, surprised. “Wasn’t that always the plan?”
“I know, but…” Gav’n hesitated. “I could find a mate of my own. I should. But I don’t want to.”
Jakk shook his head. “I don’t want you to, either. She cares for us both.” He believed that now. She’d been working on a present for him. For him, the man no female would ever have. He’d never believed he’d have a female who worked for or cared about his affection and wasn’t just there because of Gav’n. So, yeah, maybe he should snatch this one up for himself, but that wouldn’t be fair to Gav’n. “We share her,” he said firmly. “We never make her choose. With the amount of time we spend working, she’ll need both of us.”
Gav’n dropped a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just don’t arrest her again.”
Gav’n ran his fingers through his hair. “I messed up today. It’s my job. I suspect the worst in people because that’s often what I see.”
“She forgives you.”
“I’ll make it up to her.”
Mira pushed open the door, her eyes soft, even when she took in the strap in his hand. “Clothes off, Mirella-mine,” Gav’n murmured, walking to her and unbuttoning her jumper before she could. He slid it down over her shoulders and then her hips, revealing her lush, naked body underneath.
So beautiful. So incredibly perfect for them. To think they might have lost her today.
Gav’n led her to the bed and sat on the edge, holding her hands. “Bend over and put your head on my lap, little one. Jakk’s going to whip you for taking off your collar and leaving without permission. But we also recognize you turned around and came home, and we thank you for that.”
“I’m sorry—for everything. I know I’ve been as difficult as the girls—rebelling at every turn. Thank you for not giving up on me.” Folding at the waist, she presented her delect
able bottom.
He smelled the scent of her arousal and closed his eyes a moment to savor it. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured, changing the strap to his other hand to stroke her ass with his palm.
Gav’n had his fingers tangled in her hair, his other hand stroking up and down her side.
He cleared his throat, forcing himself to complete their duty to punish her. “We’ll make it ten,” he said, gripping the strap and drawing it back. “You don’t have to count, but if you stay in position, I’ll make it fast.”
He didn’t go easy on her, bringing the strap down with punitive force, allowing minimal time between strokes.
Mira shrieked and danced. Gav’n helped her stay in place, stroking and calming her. When it was over, her twitching ass wore ten red stripes, and she hugged Gav’n’s waist, trembling.
Before he could help her stand, she fumbled at Gav’n’s pants.
Oh hell, yeah.
He stroked her welted ass, bringing his fingers between her legs to delve into her ample nectar.
She moaned and spread her legs wider as she gripped Gav’n’s cock.
“You want both your masters’ cocks, pashika?” He pulled out his own and rubbed the head along her slickened slit.
“Yes, Master.” Her breathy voice had him shoving into her much sooner than he’d planned.
She gasped, her tight channel squeezing him.
He gripped her hips to hold her steady as he drove slowly, deliberately, in and out while she licked around the head of Gav’n’s cock.
“Who do you belong to, little one?”
“You,” she panted. “Both of you.”
He grinned, shoving in with more force, careful to keep her hips still so she didn’t choke on Gav’n’s cock. “That’s right, little one. You want both our cocks at once, tonight, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed, sucking on Gav’n’s cock like a good girl.
He caught Gav’n’s eye and grinned, pulling out.
“I take bottom,” his brother offered.
Mira’s head jerked up as she suddenly understood what she’d agreed to. “Wait—what?”
They didn’t give her any time to protest. Gav’n slid back on the bed, lifting under her armpits to pull her with him. “Ride me, baby.” He lay on his back and arranged her hips over his.
Her head dropped back as she took him inside her.
Gav’n shuddered with pleasure. “Good girl,” he choked, snapping his pelvis up while pulling her hips down.
Jakk grabbed the sex oil, ditched his pants, and crawled up behind her on his knees. As Jakk coated his cock in oil, Gav’n pulled her torso down over his, kissing her while continuing to thrust up into her.
Jakk dribbled oil down her crack, and she lifted her head, but Gav’n held her captive, kissing away her protests as he rocked in and out of her with a steady rhythm.
“This ass belongs to me tonight,” Jakk rumbled, using his thumb to massage a generous amount of oil into the tight ring of muscle. Her anus squeezed and released in response. He brought the head of his cock to her back entrance, and Gav’n stopped thrusting, holding her still for him.
“Open for Jakk, baby,” Gav’n murmured. “Relax.”
He pushed slowly, easing in little by little, giving her time to adjust to the extreme stretch and invasion of double penetration. When he’d entered fully, she mewled, and both he and Gav’n held still.
“Okay,” she whispered.
He gave a short pump. Gav’n did the same. The two alternated, working her ass and pussy in tandem.
From her throaty cries, he knew how intense it must be for their little human. “Please...please...please,” she whispered. “Oh, please. Oh God.”
He and Gav’n began to thrust at the same time, filling her simultaneously.
She tossed her blonde hair, her cries growing faster, shorter.
His own need overcame his control. Afraid he would hurt her if he let go, he buried his cock deep in her ass and pumped his hips over her, moving for all three of them, shoving her down over Gav’n’s cock with each short thrust.
All of their voices joined in union, Gav’n’s guttural grunts mingling with Mira’s high-pitched keen and his own roar as all three came crashing to a glorious finish together. He came so hard, stars danced before his eyes.
He collapsed over them, their breaths mingling in a choir of pants and sighs.
“Ours,” he murmured, stroking Mira’s golden head.
“Mmm hmm,” Gav’n mumbled with satisfaction.
“I love you guys,” Mira mumbled.
He wrapped his fist in her hair to pull her head up, seeking her mouth with his. They kissed, lips tangling and sucking. “I love you, little human. You belong to us, and we’re never letting you go. Understand?”
“I belong with you,” she agreed.
Epilogue
Mira gazed up the hillside.
“How’s this spot?” Jakk called from the top of a majestic plateau.
Pritzi raced up the flowered hillside to join him. She spun around with her arms out. “It’s perfect! Come and see, Mira!” The little girl wore a lavender dress, a wreath of braided flowers in her hair.
She, Jan, and Darley wore matching wreaths and the same style dresses, but in their own favorite colors—Jan in turquoise and Darley in red. Mira’s simple dress was white, as was the custom on Earth. She clutched a giant bouquet of wildflowers, picked by all five of them. Gav’n held her other hand, steadying her as she hiked up the mountainside toward the rest of the family.
They’d decided to have the wedding—or mating, as they called it—ceremony alone. No witnesses besides their family. It wasn’t a true, legal ceremony—that would be impossible with Mira’s status on Pra’kir, but it was a formal way to mark their union as a family. They’d considered inviting Jakk and Gav’n’s parents, who had embraced Mira’s sudden presence in their children and grandchildren’s lives, but decided they wouldn’t be able to make the hike.
The mountainside was similar to the one where she’d stopped to pick wildflowers with the girls, only it stood high enough they could see the ocean. She reached the summit where Jakk and the girls waited and turned around, breathing it all in.
Everything about it was perfect.
“Okay, so now what?” Gav’n asked. The entire family had participated in the evolving plan for the day. Pritzi had insisted on the flower wreaths. Darley had picked out their dresses. Jakk had chosen the location.
“I have something for you.” She pulled a little silk bag from Gav’n’s pocket. “On Earth, we have a tradition of giving rings for marriage, so I had a ring made for each of us. They all match, see?” She tipped the bag upside down, and six gold rings rolled into her palm. They were simple matching bands, inscribed on the inside with the words Family Forever.
The girls reached for them, but she closed her fingers and lifted her hand high.
“Wait, wait, wait. There’s a ceremony that goes with the giving of rings. You see, on Earth, the ring is a symbol of love, which has neither beginning nor end. It goes on your fourth finger, which on humans is the warmest, and, therefore, the closest to the heart.”
The girls jockeyed for position, lining up in a row before her, hands held out with the fourth finger aloft.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” She slid the smallest ring onto Pritzi’s finger. “Wear it as a symbol of my love.” She repeated the vow with each child. When she moved on to face Jakk, a sudden shyness overcame her.
Jakk reached for her, tugging her up against his body. “Why are you nervous, little human?” he murmured. “You’re ours, whether you give me that ring or not.”
Gav’n stepped behind her, sandwiching her between them. “Where’s your ring, pashika? We’ll put it on you together.”
Face warm, she opened her palm and picked out her ring. Gav’n slid it on her finger, and Jakk lifted it to his lips, kissing it. “With this ring, we claim you forever.”
She giggled. “Th
ose aren’t the words.”
Gav’n flashed his roguish smile. “I forget them.” He held out his ring finger. “Give me mine.”
She slid one of the huge rings on his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed. Take it as a symbol of my love.” She repeated the words as she bestowed the last ring on Jakk’s finger.
“What do we do now?” Jakk asked.
“We hold hands,” Jan offered. She’d been talking more, though still not nearly as much as Pritzi.
“Like this?” Gav’n joined hands with her and Pritzi.
“No, in a circle,” Jan said. “No beginning, nor end.”
“Like love,” Darley finished.
“Like love,” Jakk murmured. “I love you all. You know that?”
The girls giggled, and her eyes misted. “I love you all, too.”
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
“Now what do we do?” Gav’n asked.
“We eat cake,” she declared.
“What’s cake?” Pritzi demanded.
“It’s the most wondrous food you’ve ever tasted. And I figured out how to make it on Pra’kir. But it’s at home. Last one to the shuttles is a rotten egg!” She tossed her bouquet over her head and ran, pell-mell, down the steep hillside for the shuttles.
Whoops and shrieks sounded behind her as her family followed, the sounds of their joy echoing on the rocks and pinging back, straight into her heart.
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He noticed her silence and it was enough to distract him from the news. “I sense you are unhappy.”
“You think?” Brinley asked caustically. “What could I possibly have to be unhappy ab—oh, wait.” She held up her bound wrists in emphasis. “Among many other reasons, this might have something to do with why.”
