by Octavia Kore
“Yield.”
That one word, spoken in that deep, husky voice, was nearly enough to make Jun come as she hung there, pressed up against Nuzal’s body. His chest rose and fell rapidly behind her, and she closed her eyes, listening to the thundering of his heart.
When she opened them, Brin was standing a few paces away, eyes locked on her face. “Yield, Shayfia.”
“Make me,” she whispered.
Nuzal’s claws pressed into her ribs as his grip on her tightened. Okay, maybe it wasn’t in her best interest to taunt them, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself, and when Brin began to close in on her as Nuzal lifted her higher, she couldn’t say she regretted it. Not one bit, she thought, moaning when one of Nuzal’s hands slid up the front of her throat.
Off to her left were a couple of large icia trees. They looked like they’d been uprooted and had fallen across one side of the small clearing, catching on the bigger boulders on the outside edge. Nuzal swung around, testing the stability of the trunks before placing her face-down across them. Jun glanced back over her shoulder, watching Nuzal as his gaze moved over her. Brin moved around to stand in front of her, taking the weapon from her hand as he crouched down face to face with her.
“Lower the suit,” Brin told her.
She shook her head, gasping when Nuzal spread her legs wide and pressed his hips against her covered sex. God help her. Right there, she thought, writhing against him, trying to ease some of the pressure.
“Remove the suit,” Nuzal purred, grinding against her.
Oh, fuck. “Suit down!” The cool bark pressed into her abdomen, and the way her nipples brushed against the second trunk made her moan. “Please.”
“Now yield,” he whispered, bowing over her body so that the warmth of his breath fluttered against her shoulder.
She felt something shift against her thigh a moment before the pulsing length of his cock slid against her wet heat.
“Please, Nuzal. I yield! I yield.”
“I can’t control this,” Nuzal hissed, resting the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“I’m not asking you to control it.” Jun licked her lips as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I don’t want control or for you to hold yourself back.”
He shook his head, digging his claws into her hips and drawing a moan of anticipation from her. “Not like this…”
“Stop,” she whispered. “I want this. I want you to be exactly who you are, not who you think I want you to be.”
There was no foreplay, no teasing or preparation for his entry. He reared back and pushed into her, a ragged, broken growl climbing up his throat as she cried out in surprise and pleasure. Brin was kissing her a moment later, reaching up to run his fingers over her nipples as Nuzal moved within her, helping to ease the sting of his intrusion.
She should be afraid, shouldn’t she? The way he held her, the way he thrust into her, was rough and brutal, but she found that it only excited her more. There was a certain amount of danger in this, in being out here in the forest where they’d already lost people that should put her off, but it didn’t. All she wanted right then was for her mates to relieve the pressure that had built inside of her, and to know that they were just as desperate for her as she was for them.
“Mine,” Nuzal growled as he drove his hips forward.
“Ours,” Brin corrected, smiling as he pulled back to watch her face contort in pleasure. “So beautiful, Shayfia.”
He took a step back before commanding his suit down, and she took in every inch of him that was revealed as the organism retreated. The first time they met, Brin hadn’t been wearing his top, but she’d never had the pleasure of seeing him completely naked before now, and God, was she glad to be looking. Lean, well-defined muscle rippled beneath his dark skin as he shifted. She caught just a glimpse of his cock as it slipped free of his body before he took it in his hand.
When Nuzal lifted her hips, Brin slid his hand between her body and the tree, rubbing the pad of his finger over her throbbing clit and sending jolts of pleasure spiraling through her. She felt herself contract around Nuzal, taking a moment to let his groan wash over her when his rhythm faltered. Brin’s other hand caressed her breast, pinching and tweaking the sensitive peak as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, letting his teeth scrape over her skin.
“Please,” she whimpered when Nuzal grabbed her braid and wrapped it around his hand. “More. I need more.” Jun squirmed as much as she was able, pushing herself back onto Nuzal’s cock.
A quick jerk of her hair was the only warning she got before Nuzal lifted her body, urging her to her knees on the trunks. He moved one hand to her hips as the other gripped her throat so he could thrust up into her body. Brin’s fingers continued their assault and she pinched her eyes shut, keening loudly when she felt his mouth close over one of her breasts. His tongue rolled around her nipple, flicking it back and forth to the rhythm Nuzal was setting. It was like he recognized Nuzal had lost all control, and he took it upon himself to help her body adjust to their mate.
The combination of Nuzal’s thrusts and Brin’s fingers coaxed a moan from somewhere deep inside of her. “More, Nuzal. More.”
Chapter 30
Nuzal
More.
The sound of their female moaning as his bondmate pleasured her with his hands and mouth destroyed what little control he’d been holding onto. All the times he had tried to imagine what it would be like to take her, to feel his inkei surrounded by the heat of her body paled in comparison. The desire he had to take her slow, to touch her the way he saw Brin touch her, was being overruled by the instinct to mate, to claim them.
The smell of Brin’s pheromones in the night had slowly driven him mad as he’d laid there with Jun curled in his lap. Her scent and the warmth of her pressed against him had done little to keep his mind clear. He could have made it back to the ship, into one of the rooms even, before taking her, but when Jun had taken off into the forest, Nuzal had known they were out of time, that the chance for gentleness had been thrown out.
This wasn’t just about the need to mate Jun; this was about domination, about reminding both of his mates that they belonged to him.
Nuzal’s jaw clenched almost painfully as he surged forward again and again. His need was so demanding, so violent, that he feared he would hurt her, but every time she asked for more, pleaded with him in that breathless manner, it fed something dark within him. The tips of his claws dug into the soft flesh on her hips, and he watched with disturbing satisfaction as her lifeblood made tiny rivulets down her body. She would bear his marks, would remember him when she saw them, and it sent a thrill through him.
A sweet, throaty moan of pure pleasure fell from her lips as her body began to shake; her core contracted around him, pulsing as she gasped and circled her hips. He watched Jun’s hand reach out and wrap around Brin’s length as she continued to throb around him. Nuzal leaned forward to grasp the dark braid that hung down Brin’s back, pulling the male close and sinking his teeth into the side of his neck.
My bondmate. My male.
Lifeblood rushed over his tongue, and a groan of satisfaction moved through him when Brin’s hand came up to cup his head, pressing his lips closer as if it brought him just as much pleasure to receive Nuzal’s claim as it gave Nuzal to make it.
“Tell us what you want, Shayfia.”
The husky rumble of Brin’s voice washed over him, sliding over his chest as if it were a physical caress. He released his hold on his bondmate’s neck, laving the wound he’d left with his tongue before he pulled back to watch their mate’s hand move over Brin. His inkei jerked within her, and Jun gasped, letting her head fall back against his chest as she undulated.
“What do you want?” Brin questioned her again, sliding his hand up her throat.
“I want to feel,” she whined, reaching up to grasp one of his xines. “I want to be taken. I want everyone to know I belong to my mates.”
“Do you, Shay
fia? Do you belong to us?” Brin thrust into her hand as Nuzal pressed into the slick heat of her body.
“Yes,” came her breathy response.
“Louder, Shayfia. Do you belong to us?”
“Yes! I’m yours.” Her declaration echoed through the forest around them.
Nuzal’s breath stuttered out of his lungs when she looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes. She watched him, touched him, like the fact that he was a Grutex didn’t repulse her, like she accepted him even though he’d done horrible things to her people.
“Nuzal…”
Her breathy whisper barely penetrated the fog encroaching on his mind as he struggled to process everything happening around him. Too much, some insecure part of him screamed. He released Brin’s hair to adjust Jun, bending her body forward so she couldn’t watch his descent into madness. In a move that startled both males, Jun thrust backward, impaling herself on Nuzal as she took Brin into her mouth, humming and circling her hips.
“Brax!” Brin groaned, burying his fingers in her dark hair and making shallow thrusts between her lips. “Sweet little shayfia,” he purred as he slid his hand over Nuzal’s xines, dragging his claws over the plating on his chest as he watched their mate. “I wish you could see how beautiful you look with Nuzal’s cock filling your cunt and mine filling your mouth.”
Nuzal’s body begged for release, begged for him to spill himself inside his mate, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to take a breath. He wanted to see them, to experience their pleasure with them. What was it Brin had called his inkei? A cock. He liked the way it sounded coming from his bondmate’s lips. It repeated within his mind, over and over as he moved, each thrust stretching her a little more than the last, until he was almost fully seated within her. The stem just above his cock quivered as it brushed against her, skimming over her small puckered hole.
Whatever this was that had taken him over wanted—needed—to claim every part of her, and he meant to see that through. Nuzal pulled back, allowing himself to slip free of her body so that he could run the wet length of his cock over the hole. Even though both his stem and his cock created their own natural lubricant, he had the presence of mind to assure she was prepared for his entrance into this part of her body. When he thrust back into her this time, Nuzal bottomed out. His stem sank into her, pushing through the ring of muscle as it clenched around him.
Jun bucked, humming around Brin’s cock as one of her hands flew back to circle his wrist. “Relax,” he hissed, grinding himself against her as he adjusted his grip on her hips. “Yield, little one. Let me in.” Curling his fingers into his palm to protect her from his claws, Nuzal tucked his fist beneath her pelvis, pressing his knuckle against the nub that sat just above where they were joined.
The tension in her body receded slowly, and Nuzal groaned as the base of his stem disappeared. Jun’s head bobbed up and down on their bondmate, fast and hard one moment before switching to slow and drawn out the next. When Nuzal turned his attention to Brin’s face, he was surprised to find his blue gaze locked on him, a grin playing over his lips as the tip of his tail slid beneath their mate. Nuzal grunted as it brushed past his knuckle, squeezing up against his cock so that it moved in and out of Jun with his thrusts.
“Fuck!” Jun cried, pulling away from Brin and twisting around to see what they were doing. “God––like that!”
Brin pushed in further, stretching Jun as the thicker part of the appendage wrapped around his cock, squeezing him in time to the pulse of Jun’s cunt. He wouldn’t make it much longer if they kept this up, and the madness within him had plans for these two.
When he found himself on the edge, Nuzal lifted her from the fallen trees, one hand pressed against her belly to hold her in place, while the other stayed between her legs, spreading the outer folds of her sex for Brin.
“Here,” he growled, jerking his head down toward the ground at his feet. “Lie down.”
Brin did as he was told, his tail gliding over Nuzal’s length and rubbing against Jun’s walls. She hissed his name like a curse, but her focus stayed on their bondmate as he rounded the uprooted tree and positioned himself beneath them on the forest floor. He wasn’t sure if Brin followed his instructions because he wanted to, or if it was because he sensed how close Nuzal was to losing his mind, but he was grateful either way.
He lifted her off of himself, taking satisfaction in the way she moaned as her body clutched at him. With a knee pressed into the soil on either side of Brin’s outer thighs, Nuzal lowered Jun onto the other male’s cock, growling as they sighed in unison. He slid his hand over her spine, nudging her down until she was bent over Brin with her breasts crushed against the lower half of his chest.
The sight of his mates, exposed as they were, made him snarl, and he curled his hips under, angling his cock so he could work the tip of it inside Jun’s already full cunt.
“Oh, God! Nuzal––” Her words ended on a strangled cry and she went still, panting as he slowly worked his way back into her tight sheath. Brin’s cock jerked against his as Jun’s inner walls clenched tight around their combined girth. She was so small in comparison, but she opened for them.
“Shayfia,” Brin groaned as he bucked his hips. “You were made for us—take all of us.”
Jun clawed at Brin’s body as Nuzal finally seated himself, her cries muffled against Brin’s chest as she sank her teeth into his flesh. So beautiful. So strong. The way she met their thrusts, taking his stem back into her ass as it began to vibrate, stole his breath.
Brin’s swollen glands rubbed along the base of his cock as they moved against one another and Nuzal knew he must also be trying his best to hold back.
“Who do you belong to?” Nuzal’s voice was barely recognizable to his own ears. Jun gasped, unable to respond as the pleasure began to take her over. He wrapped her disheveled braid around his hand, pulling her head back. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“My mates!” she cried. “You! Brin! Oh, God, I can’t––please, Nuzal!”
A moment later, Jun’s entire body went stiff, and she let out a long cry as her cunt fisted around them. Without a second thought, Nuzal sank his claws into the soft flesh of her back; marking her, showing the world that she belonged to him.
“Come, Nuzal,” Brin panted, his eyes shining with excitement as Nuzal placed his bloodied palm on his bondmate’s chest, gauging the dark flesh. The male covered his hand, pressing his claws deeper as he hissed. “Come for us, Nuzal.”
He felt the pressure at the base of his spine shoot through his core and into his limbs a moment before his body stiffened with pleasure so intense that his vision darkened. He spilled within their female, coating her walls and Brin’s cock as he jerked and pulsed violently.
Mine.
My female.
My male.
The buzzing in his ears began to recede as his vision cleared, and he stared down at them in utter amazement. The smell of her arousal mixed with his and Brin’s made him want to bury his face between her thighs. His cock was still inside her, still spilling the last of his seed, but he pulled out, stumbling back on unsteady legs as he watched Brin pump up into her over and over until his jaw clenched and the back of his head pressed into the ground as pleasure washed over his features.
Nuzal blinked his eyes and shook his head as he felt reason and clarity return to him. What had he done? He stared at Jun’s back, horror washing over him as her lifeblood dripped down toward her hips. He had done this. He had scarred her.
For all his talk about how far the Grutex had come since their days of the chase, Nuzal had acted little more than a beast, and his mate would bear the proof of that on her body for the rest of her life. And Brin? He’d done nothing but add more scars to his bondmate’s already marred flesh. Never had he thought himself capable of reverting back to his most basic and primal form, but he stared down at the evidence of that on his hands.
Jun slumped down onto Brin, both of them gasping and panting. His bondmat
e soothed a hand over her hair and shoulders, murmuring something he couldn’t quite hear as his lifeblood began to pound in his ears and his mind replayed the things he’d done.
He wanted to be with them, wanted to lie down beside them on the floor of the forest and gaze at them, fascinated by the fact that he’d been given this gift, but how could he? Nuzal stood, trying to put distance between them. He needed to think, to silence his mind.
“Nuzal? Wait!”
Brin called after him, but he couldn’t turn back. His body felt cold, numb to everything around him.
Take a good look, Nuzal. This is what we are becoming, Erusha had once said in regards to the increased violence of the warriors.
Look what you’ve become.
Chapter 31
Brin
Brin frowned after Nuzal’s retreating form, watching as he disappeared behind a grouping of trees. One moment he’d been lost in their mating, dragging the head of his cock up and down Brin’s length as they took Jun, and the next the male had looked at him with something akin to horror. There had been shame and shock in his eyes as he stumbled away.
Jun hummed against his chest, her breath warm on his skin as she slowly drifted down from her release. “Jesus.” She mumbled as Brin’s cock jerked within her, drawing a soft flutter from her cunt.
“Who’s Jesus?”
Laughter burst from her mouth, and they both groaned as she tightened around his swollen glands. “Jesus is…” She shook her head. “I’m not going to talk to you about religion right now.”
Fine by him. He wasn’t interested in anything aside from what had just happened between the three of them. The feel of her nails trailing over his abdomen sent a tingle down his spine, and he shuddered.
