Captivated:Mating Ritual 3(9)

Sighing, she turned her gaze toward the barn. “I couldn’t sleep,” she finally confessed.

“Neither could we,” said Stefon.

Reaching the barn doors, she stopped and turned toward them. Against her better judgment, curiosity prompted her to ask, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Stefon exchanged an amused glance with Tempos, the muscles in his neck straining against the white shirt he wore. He turned back to her, his voice dry when he said, “Can’t you guess?”

Cindra gazed at him in question, but when his heated glance warmed her flesh, she suddenly got the drift. Her cheeks flushed with heat. So, not only were the Spygians causing her to lose out on sleep, but it appeared she had the same effect on them.

Interesting.

“You know that I’m engaged to—”

“Adamon.” Something dark flashed in Stefon’s gaze. Unexpectedly he leaned forward, forcing her back against the barn doors when he brought one hand up beside her head. “Yes, we know this.”

“I…” Intense, aware heat exploded in her bones, sapping her strength. Using the door for support, she looked back and forth between the men. “I made a vow to him. What sort of person would I be if I break it?”

Tempos’ eyes flickered with something that looked like compassion. He drew closer to where she and Stefon stood. “I can understand your desire to honor your word, beloved, but answer us this. Do you truly desire your beau?”

His words sucked the breath from her lungs. What could she say to this? A few days ago she would have naively answered yes, but now?

“You should consider what would be worse,” Stefon whispered. “Breaking your commitment, or honoring a pledge that should never have been made, one that may cause you to be unhappy for the rest of your days.”

Cindra stared at Stefon, the shock of his words penetrating her mind. Gods, he was right, wasn’t he? A vow honored in fact was worthless if one’s spirit did not agree.

She let her head fall back against the barn door, feeling hopelessly out of her element. “I’m so confused.”

Tempos inched even closer, until he was no farther than Stefon. The closeness of their bodies, the heat emanating from them, overwhelmed her, forcing her to shut her eyes.

“We know what we want,” Tempos whispered, his deep voice silky and smooth. One of his fingers traced her cheek, and it was all she could do not to throw herself at him. “We’ve no shame in admitting it. But what of you? What do you really, truly want?”

“I…” Swallowing hard, she did her best to break the spell the two Spygians had cast over her, but it was no use. Their rapt attention, combined with the fiasco of the interlude she’d just had with Adamon, left her weakened and vulnerable. Had left her wanting, in the physical sense.

Giving in to the urge, she opened her eyes and met Tempos’ steady gaze. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, the sound so loud she wondered if they could hear it.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Both Tempos’ and Stefon’s eyes widened, letting her know just how shocked they were by her words. She couldn’t blame them. She was pretty surprised right now, too.

“Excuse me?” Tempos uttered, as if he didn’t believe her.

Cindra sighed and tried to summon the urge to leave. But before she could do or say anything, Stefon threw Tempos a glance. “Our mate has requested that you kiss her. I’d suggest you oblige.”

A wide smile transformed Tempos’ face, feeding her self-consciousness, but before she could snap out, “Forget it,” he zoomed in, stealing the breath from her lungs. His lips closed over hers, intoxicating her with the scent of nectar and spice, and then his tongue slipped inside her mouth and all thought fled.

She concentrated on the liquid slide of his tongue in her mouth, the feathery feel of his loose hair tickling her face as he proceeded to kiss her senseless. This was…this was heaven. No, it was torture. The sweetest combination of both.

When he pulled softly away, she moaned out her protest, but before she could do anything more than open her eyes, a hand turned her head to the other side. She caught the briefest glimpse of the fire lighting Stefon’s bronze eyes before his mouth covered hers, his tongue plundering insistently.

Oh gods, yes!

She could never have imagined how deliciously wanton it felt to be kissed by a second man immediately after the first. Sinful, no doubt, but every nerve in her body screamed that two was better than one.

After several long, achy moments, Stefon drew away to whisper, “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with two men, Cindra?”

She could only whimper in response.

“To be touched by them,” Tempos’ silky voice chimed in as he drew close to her and tickled her ear with his lips.

“To be loved by them,” Stefon added.

“I, no. I mean, yes…I don’t know.” Heavens, but they were clouding her senses with their proximity.

“Let us touch you, beloved,” Tempos whispered into her ear. His hand closed around her waist, slowly stroking the skin there. “Let us bring you to pleasure.”

“We won’t take it any further than you wish to go,” Stefon whispered. “And you know we will not claim you. We cannot, unless we are all present and you wish for it to be so.”

Yes, Bannor had told her. Still, this was wrong. She should be asleep in her bed, not out by the barn with two sinful Spygians. She should be saving herself for her wedding, just as Adamon had vowed to do.

But you’re not giving them your virginity, the little devil on her shoulder prompted. You’re only getting a small taste of what it would be like to be mated to Spygians.

Could that truly be so wrong?

Oh hell…yes, she knew it was wrong. But she couldn’t help herself.

“Okay,” she found herself whispering back.

Stefon locked gazes with her. Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him, because he growled deep in his throat and lowered his lips to hers once again. His tongue went in deep, plundering and stroking and making her limbs quake. When hands reached to her neck, to the row of buttons that started there and ran all the way down to the center of her waist, she didn’t protest.

Shivering with desire, she proceeded to kiss Stefon wildly, to place one arm around his neck and run her hands along his muscular back. After what seemed like forever, the hands undid the final button at her waist and air kissed her flesh as the front of her dress was pulled open. She broke from Stefon with a gasp, opening her eyes to observe the scene.

It was Tempos who’d pulled the front of her dress open, and he stood gazing upon her naked flesh with an expression of unfettered desire on his face.

Stefon’s gaze lowered to her breasts, and he sucked in a breath. “You’ve beautiful breasts, Cindra. Full and round. Made for a man’s mouth.”

Before she could respond, both men lowered their heads, Stefon closing his lips around her left nipple, and Tempos around her right.

“Oh gods!” She bit her lip, stifling her cry. Even though she was quite far from the farmhouse, she didn’t want to chance her voice carrying in the night.

“Mm, you taste like heaven,” Stefon growled before proceeding to suck her entire nipple into his mouth.

She moaned and closed her hands over the backs of their heads, writhing in ecstasy against the barn door. Never would she have imagined the feel of two men’s mouths on her. It was out of this world. She needed more.

When Tempos pulled away, she whimpered a protest, but then he fell to his knees before her. Blinking in shock, she watched as he grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it past her boots, which ended at mid-calf, then further and further up, until he’d pushed it all the way to her waist. She wore no underwear. Keulots didn’t see the need for them due to their conservative dress, and she’d long ago worn out the pair she’d had on when she first arrived here.

“What…what are you doing?” she gasped.

Stefon looked down at Tempos, just as Tempos speared Cindra with his molten gaze. “I’m admiring your cunt, Cindra. It is a beautiful one.”

“Delicious,” Stefon agreed hoarsely, his gaze locked on the bare mound Tempos had revealed. “What does it taste like?”

Gasping, she tensed and tried to pull away, but before she could move, Tempos buried his head between her legs and his tongue slid along her crease.

“Gods,” she cried out, her entire body quaking. “What are you doing?”

“Shush,” Stefon whispered, smoothing a lock of hair from her face. “He’s but tasting your sweet pussy, love. It will feel good, believe me.”

“I…” She had no doubt of that. Tempos’ tongue felt amazing. Overwhelming, even. It laved her crease before rubbing insistently at the little nub just above it. Something about him tonguing that particular spot made her limbs shake uncontrollably.

Stefon’s mouth returned to one breast and he cupped the other, palming the turgid nipple. She arched up into his touch and a second later Tempos’ long tongue thrust deep into her body, in the same spot where Bannor’s fingers had been the night before. Unable to stop the onslaught of sensation, she cried out, gyrating wildly against both men as her body was rocked by a rough, wicked release. Her movements must have excited Stefon, because he tore his mouth from her breast with a muttered curse and glanced down at Tempos.