Tales of the Shareem, Volume 1

by Allyson James

  Brianne remembered what he’d said about Shareem pheromones, how this place was permeated with them. He’d said that because of the pheromones, she’d do things she’d never dream of otherwise.

  What Brianne dreamed of was having Aiden and Ky naked, facing each other, tip to tip, while she knelt and licked them from one set of balls to the other. Then she on her back, her legs wide while they both licked her.

  She could come just thinking about it.

  Rio and Nella ceased moving and began kissing each other, Nella cupping Rio’s backside. Talan drifted into breathy sighs, Rees silent except for the occasional low sound. Neither couple seemed to mind that Brianne was in the room, watching and listening.

  Brianne didn’t mind either. What would have shocked her only a few days ago now seemed beautiful. Sex without inhibition and fear.

  The couples obviously loved each other. Brianne could see the adoring way Nella looked up at Rio and sensed the same bond between Rees and Talan.

  Seeing them together made Brianne feel a little lonely, but also at peace. She had no idea what Ky would want her to do, but she felt ready for anything. Take him in her mouth, bend over so he could have her ass?

  The last thought made the faraway practical side of her shiver in fear, but the part of her that had already submitted to Ky thought, it sounds nice.

  The door opened and she felt Ky’s warm presence at her side. Brianne sighed in relief and reached for him, closing her arms around his leather-clad body.

  “Miss me?” he asked.

  “I was afraid you’d gone.”

  Ky slid his hand down her back. “You’re approaching more punishment. I would never desert you, especially not here. Do you trust me?”

  Of course she did. Didn’t she? “I don’t know. This is all so new.”

  Rio rose to his feet and reached for Nella. “I hear someone heading for trouble. Want the spotlight, Ky?”

  Ky grunted. “It’s about time you finished.”

  Rio gathered Nella close. “Hey, I could go all night.”

  “Not in front of me. Go bore someone else.”

  Rio’s eyes twinkled with good humor. “Bite me, asshole.”

  “That’s Nella’s territory,” Rees’ voice drifted to them.

  Rio laughed as he and Nella disappeared from the light. “Aw, he’s just horny,” Rio said. “A sexy woman with him and he hasn’t had release.”

  Ky gave Brianne a slap on her backside. “Go out into the light and take off the dress.”

  Brianne looked up at him in apprehension. His voice firmed. “Now.”

  Brianne should be terrified to step into the circle of light which blinded her to everything but herself, and more terrified to remove her clothes, knowing the others watched. But for some reason it seemed perfectly natural to find the catches to release the dress and peel it from her body.

  “Ooo hoo, very nice.” Rio’s voice came from somewhere in the dark followed by an “Ow, Nella, you bit me.”

  Ky remained in the darkness too, but Brianne sensed him watching her, eyes gleaming with feral possessiveness.

  “Show off your body for us,” Ky said.

  Brianne wasn’t quite certain how he wanted her to do that. She cupped her hands under her breasts, lifting them a little. For some reason she automatically ran her thumbs over her nipples, making them tight. Perhaps the Shareem pheromones were telling her what to do.

  “Good,” Ky said, his voice a growl. “Now your pussy.”

  Brianne glanced at the padded bench, still nearly vertical from where Rio had rested against it. She leaned her back on it and opened her legs, drawing two fingers down either side of her opening.

  She sensed rather than heard the appreciative sighs. She wasn’t quite sure why the others liked looking at her, but perhaps she was winding up the two Shareem who in turn wound up their wives.

  She felt the full weight of Ky’s stare coming from outside the circle of light. “I want to see your ass.”

  Brianne wondered what he meant because she was stark naked and everyone could see it. But she had an idea of what to do as she pushed away from the bench.

  Ky had brought her here to learn the reality of Shareem, believing she’d grow fearful and race back home. Brianne needed to show him she was serious, which meant she couldn’t be embarrassed.

  She adjusted the controls on the bench to lower it horizontally and then she kept her finger on the control so the head end moved down more than the foot. Perfect.

  Brianne moved to the end of the bench, bent over and hugged her arms around the middle. There. They should certainly be able to see all of her ass.

  Nothing but silence met her ears. She knew the others were still in the room by the escalating tension in the air and the lassitude that eased over her, making her relax and open.

  Ready for fucking. The thought danced through her head. Ready for a Shareem.

  When the door opened, she almost jumped, but the heaviness in her limbs kept her in place. She knew instinctively that it was Aiden, knew the scent and the change in the air that meant him. Brianne felt herself open even more, liquid pooling inside her.

  “Yum,” Aiden’s voice rolled over her. “Pretty.”

  Brianne looked back as Aiden stepped into the light, his blue eyes almost luminous. He wore a sleeveless tunic similar to Rees’, his hair in a long blond braid. He approached the bench, the smile on his face chasing Brianne’s remaining fears away.

  “Hello, love.” Aiden placed his hand just above her backside. His touch warmed her all the way through, the scent of jasmine and spice floating over her. Aiden always smelled so good.

  Ky came and stood close to Aiden, the pair of them looking down at her. Brianne felt suddenly right and complete that the two should be there, not just Ky, not just Aiden.

  I need them both.

  “Rio is here,” Ky said in a low voice.

  “I know,” Aiden answered. “He and Nella came into Judith’s bar right after you hightailed it out of there.”

  Ky’s face set in a scowl. “Did he?”

  Aiden nodded. “I know you didn’t call me to talk about Rio. I wouldn’t have come down here for that.”

  Brianne heard Nella laugh, and Rio’s voice rolled to them. “Thanks a lot, Aiden. You really know how to hurt a Shareem’s feelings.”

  “Why did you call me?” Aiden asked, ignoring Rio.

  Ky ran his hand down Brianne’s back, making her open and lift even more. Maybe he’d put his fingers inside her again. Maybe he and Aiden both would. Brianne groaned in anticipation.

  “Her first time shouldn’t be with a level three,” Ky said. “I might hurt her.”

  Aiden looked surprised. “You want her first time to be with me?”

  “Yeah. What do you think I meant?”

  “Brianne?” Aiden asked.

  Ky interrupted. “She is mine tonight. She’ll do what I tell her.”

  “Brianne?” Aiden repeated.

  Trying not to look at Ky’s scowl, Brianne nodded. “I think …Yes, I think I’d like that.”

  Ky went down on one knee beside her and put his face close to hers. “You’re very bold for a sub. But I’ll let you pay for it later.”

  Brianne moved in excitement, no longer worried. “Thank you. For bringing Aiden, I mean. I won’t be afraid with him.”

  “You won’t be afraid with me,” Ky said. “But I might hurt you without meaning to. I’m bred to like it rough. You need a little more experience before you can take me.”

  That sounded nice. Brianne could practice for a long time on Aiden and then move on to Ky. The perfect solution.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, her true self felt a stab of alarm—Aiden was a huge man, Brianne had never done this before, and Ky wanted her to practice until she was ready to take him? When had her life become so strange?

  Aiden laid a hand on Ky’s shoulder. “Thank you, my friend. I won’t forget this.”

  Ky gave him a nod then returned to
stroking Brianne’s hair. “Are you ready?”

  Brianne swallowed. “I think so. What do you want me to do?”

  Aiden ran both hands down Brianne’s back, drawing his palms in a curve over her backside. “Turn over,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll do the rest.”

  Chapter Ten

  Training

  Brianne rose from the bench and repositioned herself on her back. She’d warmed the bench’s leather with her body, and it was comfortable against her skin. Her hips jutted upward with the angle of the bench, her legs parting naturally.

  “She’s lovely,” Aiden said approvingly.

  “She wants to be shaved,” Ky said. “Like Jeanne.”

  Aiden’s brows quirked. “Really?”

  “Did I say that?” Brianne wasn’t certain anymore what their conversation about shaving had been.

  Ky ran his fingers down either side of her opening. “Right here, I think. Leave her a little, enough to be entrancing.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Aiden’s voice had deepened and softened, containing a warm, seductive note. His fingers joined Ky’s in exploring her, moving back and forth until Brianne squirmed with delight.

  “I brought lotion.” Ky’s voice grew rough, gentleness departing.

  “So did I,” Aiden answered. “And oils. Made especially for her.”

  Rees came out of the darkness with Aiden’s carved rosewood box in his hands. “You might want this.”

  “Thank you,” Aiden said without either looking at Rees or ceasing his exploration of Brianne. “Where’s Talan?”

  “Asleep. She needs to rest.”

  Rees looked Brianne over, his expression neutral, then shifted his gaze to Aiden and Ky. His intelligent eyes seemed to see and understand everything without having to ask questions. He nodded once at Brianne then set down the box and disappeared back into darkness.

  Aiden opened the lid and drew out a cut glass bottle that caught the light and shimmered in rainbow colors.

  “How pretty,” Brianne breathed.

  Aiden chuckled. “We’ve got her relaxed.”

  “She’ll need to be.”

  Aiden opened the bottle, sending out a waft of mellow spice similar to the smell of the oil he’d used before. He poured some of the lotion into his hand and then smeared it on the outside of her pussy, rubbing firmly but gently.

  Ky had pulled a black leather bag out of his pocket, which he now opened. He drew out a slim silver device that Brianne assumed was a shaver. She wriggled a little, the practical part of her brain worried.

  She usually removed hair from her body with a depilatory cream applied at a salon, the results guaranteed for a year. Shavers were considered risqué, for people who wanted the sensation of dragging them across their skin. And Brianne had never dreamed of letting someone remove the hair from between her legs.

  Ky flicked a switch and the device made a small, pleasant hum. “Move your thighs apart,” he instructed. “And lie very still.”

  “Perhaps we should tie her hands so she doesn’t jerk,” Aiden suggested.

  “Good idea.” Ky turned off the device and proceeded to fit strips of leather into the rings on the cuffs that adorned her wrists.

  “Hold on to the handles,” Aiden said. He gently guided her arms over her head and her fingers around the handholds above the bench. Ky threaded the leather through rings, tying them securely.

  Brianne gulped as she felt the leather close on her wrists. Though she shook on the inside, a part of her hoped Aiden and Ky liked what they saw, that they thought she was pretty.

  She knew that Rees and Rio and their ladies likely watched from the shadows, but her excitement didn’t stem from being watched by strangers. The way Aiden and Ky looked at her, blue eyes burning, made her extremely happy.

  “Good,” Aiden breathed. He pressed her thighs even farther apart and pushed his palm against her pelvis, making her hips rock back.

  Ky rested one hand against her left thigh and brought the shaver around. He stroked it once against her, a cool band of movement between thigh and pussy.

  Brianne expected to feel something—a sting, a pull—but there was nothing but a pleasant, tingling sensation, then it was gone.

  Ky lifted the shaver and pressed his hand against her right thigh, gently moving it aside. He repeated the stroke against the fold between leg and pussy. Aiden watched with avid eyes, his gaze riveted to what Ky did.

  When Ky moved away, finished, Aiden brought out a silk cloth, which he wiped gently across Brianne’s skin.

  “All done,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

  Brianne pulled a little against her bonds. “Thank you,” she said.

  “Have you ever used a vibrator?”

  Brianne shook her head, her hair sliding against the bench.

  “I’ll use one on you before I enter you,” Aiden said. “It will open you and make you more ready for me. Shareem are big.”

  She smiled. “I know.”

  Aiden chuckled and winked at Ky. “I think she enjoyed riding back with us on the train.”

  “Get on with it,” Ky growled.

  “Level threes are always impatient,” Aiden said. “Level ones take their time, savor every minute of it.”

  “I want to savor every minute of sex,” Ky said. “Not you talking.”

  Ignoring him, Aiden reached into his box and removed a small, ruby-colored plastic sphere that fit into his palm. He straddled the bench in front of her and looked her over, his appreciative glance making her blush.

  “I thought vibrators were penis-shaped,” she said.

  Aiden gave her a slow smile. “I thought you’d never used one.”

  “I’ve read about them.”

  Aiden’s smile widened. “Next time you read about sex toys, invite me over.”

  “It wasn’t for fun, it was research.”

  “Fine by me.” He winked. “Invite me over when you do your research. I have my vibrators designed in special shapes. Most level ones do.”

  “Like you design your oils?”

  “Exactly.”

  Aiden draped Brianne’s feet over his spread thighs and ran his thumb over her now-shaved pussy. “This vibrator fits right against my hand.” He showed her the sphere pressed into his palm, anchored by a strap to his middle finger. “It lets me give you added sensation when I stroke you.”

  “Do you need to?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Let’s just say it will be nice for you.”

  Ky moved to stand behind her, fingers trailing through Brianne’s long hair.

  “Any time you want to start,” he said to Aiden.

  Aiden gently rubbed Brianne’s opening. “Level ones can bring a woman to climax just by talking,” he said. “But not with a level three growling at them to get on with it. Have I mentioned they’re impatient?”

  Brianne looked up at Ky, who shot Aiden an annoyed look. Brianne started to smile, then let out a sigh instead. Aiden’s quiet fingers coupled with the cool surface of the sphere made her part and swell.

  She believed that a level one could make a woman come just by talking to her. The timbre of his voice and the vibrations it set off heated her entire body.

  Ky stroking her hair didn’t hurt either. She looked up at him, trying to connect with his enigmatic eyes.

  Ky kept his emotions shuttered, but she sensed he was a man of deep feeling. He nearly betrayed himself whenever he looked at Aiden, showing his caring, his growing desires, and his anger at himself. Or maybe Brianne only saw it because she was looking.

  Bound, she couldn’t touch Ky or reach for him, but she turned her head and lightly kissed his fingers.

  A spark jumped in his eyes. “Hurry up,” he said to Aiden.

  “Patience,” Aiden said without looking up.

  Aiden’s blue gaze focused on Brianne. His incredibly handsome face stilled in concentration as he stroked the sphere across her opening. Brianne squirmed, loving the hard thing against her.


  “Good,” Aiden said. “She’s doing well.”

  Brianne opened her mouth to reply when a little buzz ran through the sphere and across her pussy. “Ohhh.”

  “That’s why I have these custom-made. Enjoy it, Brianne. Open yourself to it.”

  The small pulsation enhanced the feel of the cool plastic against her pussy, made Aiden’s finger that teased her clit vibrate with it. Her hips rose, seeking the sensation as Aiden traced patterns around her.

  “Please,” she begged. “I want it inside me.”

  “It’s too big,” Aiden said.

  “I don’t care. Open me with it. I want it in.”

  “How about me instead?” Aiden asked.

  Brianne hesitated. Would he feel as good as this hard thing that she wanted to thrust against?

  Aiden seemed to know her thoughts. “It will be better,” he said. “I promise.”

  Better? This was already very good.

  Aiden removed the sphere and dropped it back into his box. Before Brianne could form a whimper of loss, the sphere was replaced by his blunt—equally as hard and almost as large—cock.

  “Yes,” she said. “That’s wonderful. Does it vibrate?”

  “Only if I laugh.”

  He was still sitting, straddling the bench, lifting her spread thighs over his own. He’d removed his loincloth and lifted his tunic, his bare cock against her.

  Ky leaned down, his heat covering her. “It can do many things, sweetheart. Let my friend please you with it. Let him fuck you.”

  “Yes.”

  Aiden skimmed his tunic off his body, his blond braid landing against his back. Sitting spread in front of Brianne in all his nakedness he was absolutely, incredibly delectable. She ran a hungry gaze over him, and noticed Ky doing the same.

  If Aiden noticed their scrutiny, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Ready?” he asked softly.

  Something in Brianne wanted to tense, wanted to reject that this large man was going to touch her more intimately than anyone had in her life.

  But her body was relaxed and open from his massage with the vibrator, and she nodded silently.

  Aiden slid his hands under her hips. “Breathe out,” he instructed.

  Ky remained behind her stroking her hair, his gaze on her face. Brianne exhaled slowly, and Aiden steadied her and lifted her forward onto his cock.