Captivated:Mating Ritual 3(16)

She didn’t want to turn away. Just the thought of being without the four of them made her long to howl in agony. It seemed that, somewhere along the line, she’d fallen for them too. And she didn’t want this feeling to ever stop.

Raking her steady gaze over them one by one, she clenched her fists and took the leap that both terrified and exhilarated her.

“Make me yours. I want to be your mate.”

Bannor sucked in his breath, his silver eyes growing molten. Dimly she was aware of each of the men’s gazes burning into her. Tension sparked the air, thickening it with lust and love and hope.

“Are you sure?” Bannor whispered, his voice harsh and uneven.

She locked gazes with him. “Never surer of anything.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. Rising, he wordlessly held out his hand. Her pulse soared as she took it, allowing him to guide her to her feet.

Devan stepped to her other side, taking her free hand and bringing it to his lips. His fierce gaze burning through her, he murmured, “You won’t regret this, beloved.”

Cindra took a shaky breath. Lust and apprehension built inside her, working her into a boiling mass of confusion. She was about to take these four wonderful, delicious men as her lovers. As her mates. It was enough to bring a woman to her knees, especially one with such little experience in matters of the flesh.

Almost as if he sensed her nerves, Stefon cocked a brow. “Are you afraid, love?”

“No.” But the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

“Don’t be,” Bannor whispered. “We would never do anything you didn’t wish us to do.”

“I know.” That was part of the reason why she was agreeing to become theirs, because she knew they’d never harm her. That they’d treasure her always.

“Come.” Bannor turned and led the way toward a paneled door at the far end of the room. She’d noticed it before, but hadn’t thought to question what lay beyond. She’d assumed it served as a storage room of some sort, but clearly that wasn’t the case. The door opened when Bannor approached, and they stepped inside a small chamber, the focus of which was a plush chair set upon a small, raised platform. The burgundy, velvet-covered chair had armrests, but its back was strange. Rather than a ninety degree angle, it curved backward, ensuring the person sitting upon it would be at a half incline.

“What’s this?” she whispered.

Bannor’s brow lifted as he looked at her. “Remember I told you there is a ritual to confirm one’s mate? This is the ritual throne. You are to sit upon it.”

“Oh.” Weird, but it wasn’t as if Chivea hadn’t had its own share of strange customs. Shrugging, she moved to sit upon the chair, but Bannor stopped her with a tug on her hand.

“Wait.”

Turning, she looked back at him.

“Not yet.”

Just when she was about to question him, he bent toward her. Her heart clenched in response to the flexing of his rock-solid pectorals, but then his lips claimed hers, and her eyes fluttered shut.

Gods, but he kissed like the devil. Hot and hard and unfailingly possessive. Her body responded by breaking out into tremor. When he reached up to the straps of her tunic and he dragged them off her shoulders, she gasped against his lips. Slowly he tugged them down, sliding the silky fabric over her breasts. She tensed but didn’t fight him. Her clothes were bound to come off sooner or later, given what they were about to do.

Finally the fabric pooled at her feet. Bannor’s hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. More hands caressed her back and the globes of her ass. The feeling of her men touching her pushed her to the edge of excitement. Moaning, she grasped Bannor’s shoulders for dear life.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Then take your seat.” Her eyes opened to see her four virile Spygians staring at her, their gazes fierce and their bodies rigid. And heavens, the way their loincloths tented upward…her pussy clenched in answering desire.

Swallowing hard, she stepped to the throne and sat down. The chair was narrow, and the incline forced her backward, making her breasts jut upward at an angle.

Ah, so that’s why it inclines.

Before she could process it, Bannor placed her arms on the armrests, then guided one of her legs into a groove in the leg of the throne.

“What are you…?”

Her words died away when he placed her other leg into the neighboring groove. The movement spread her body open to their view, and she suddenly understood the reasons for the grooves. Now she was well and truly on display for her mates, and based on the lust-filled expressions on their faces, as well as the low growl Tempos couldn’t quite hide, they were very much enjoying the view.

“You’re beyond beautiful, mate,” Bannor whispered.

Oh heavens, just his voice was enough to spark a tremor in her pussy. Lords, but she wanted him. Wanted all of them, right now.

“Please,” she whispered, beyond reason or shame. She just needed them.

Heeding her request, Bannor bent over her and pressed his lips to hers. At the same time he pressed the tip of his finger inside her. She moaned, her thighs clenching. Withdrawing his moistened finger, he rubbed it across her clit, quickly strumming an answering pulse there. When she cried out and arched into his touch, he pulled away and stepped behind her chair. He reached out to casually cup and knead her breasts.

“The first part of the ritual involves tasting,” Bannor rumbled, his voice harsh and heavy. “With the exception of Devan, my men have already done that. However, far be it from me to deprive them of another taste of something so sweet.”

Cindra glanced up to see him nod toward his men. Devan approached and, before she could do more than suck in a choked breath, fell to his knees before her. His mouth was upon her in an instant, his long, slick tongue stroking her folds before working its way inside her channel. She cried out and would have jumped, but Bannor rested his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain in place.

The silky strands of Devan’s long hair brushed her thighs, tickling her sensitized flesh as she accepted the pleasure being given to her. On and on it went, until the sweet agony of Devan’s long tongue sliding in and out of her soaked body brought her to a breath-stealing climax.

“Oh gods!” She gasped and rode it out, closing her eyes when a kaleidoscope of colors broke in her vision.

Only dimly was she aware of Bannor uttering something, of Devan rising and retreating. A moment later a second man knelt between her thighs, and the delicious torture began anew. He sucked and laved at her, thrusting his fingers inside. When his tongue joined them, another leg-quaking tremor erupted within her. And then a third man took his place, rocking his tongue in and out of her with sweet abandon.

“Look at them,” Bannor whispered to her.

Forcing her eyes open, she obeyed his quiet command. The first man she saw was Tempos kneeling between her legs, his mouth feasting on her quivering flesh. His eyes locked with hers just as he slid his long tongue all the way inside. Crying out, she let yet another release wash through her.

“Look at how much they want you, Cindra,” Bannor murmured.

Her gaze traveled beyond Tempos to Stefon and Devan, who stood several feet away, observing the scene with their loincloths thrust above their hips. Their hands were closed over their long, hard tools.

Heavens, but they were huge. She didn’t know how she was going to take them all inside her body, but she was eager to find out.

“They are all so eager to ram their rods inside your sweet cunt, my love,” Bannor growled.

Cindra held back her gasp at his shocking words. Even though no one had ever spoken to her so bluntly before, he said nothing but the truth. Something she should do as well.

“I want that, too. Please. Now.”

Bannor chuckled. He nodded at Tempos, who stood and backed away, and Bannor walked around to face her. Her breath caught at the ferocious look in his eyes. They shimmered as he said, “My men have each tasted you and proclaimed you their mate. The final test is me.”

Based on his words she expected him to fall to his knees like the rest, but he surprised her by lifting his loincloth instead. His huge, erect cock jutted out toward her, making her squirm in lust and fear.

“Please,” she whispered.

Without answering, he leaned down and guided the tip of his arousal to the entrance of her body.

“Yes.” This was it. Her life was about to change forever.

Her fingers dug into the armrests when Bannor began to slowly push forward, stretching her tight entrance almost to the point of pain. She gasped and shifted her hips, instinctively knowing her true pleasure would come once he was fully seated.

Sweat beaded on Bannor’s forehead as he continued to shove his way in. The small part of her that was still lucid marveled at his control, when his every movement clearly said he longed to lose himself by driving deep.

“Gods, please.” Crying out, she felt her thighs clench around his hips, guiding him deeper within her. He obeyed, moving forward until he was at last buried deep inside her.

“Oh goodness, it feels…amazing,” she gasped.

Bannor grunted and pulled out, only to plunge back in. The force of his thrust tore a cry from her throat, and he responded by pumping harder and faster, until his body slammed against hers with slapping force. She splintered beneath him, finding her orgasm with a cry that threatened to deafen her.