Claimed by Her Mates(20)

The man before me sucked hard on my clit, the other lowered his hot mouth to my nipple with a soft bite and my knees turned to jelly. I could feel something moving through my system now like the rush of a drug thundering through my bloodstream. But I wasn’t drugged, I was aroused. Needy. Empty.

“I’m going to fall.”

In one quick motion, the mate behind me lifted me in his arms—not over his shoulder this time—and carried me to the bed, laying me gently upon it. The blanket was cool beneath my heated skin. Something was happening to me. When I’d been with a man in the past, it had taken time, and plenty of foreplay to be aroused enough for sex, and even then, I’d had to touch myself to come. I’d only had two lovers before, but neither could get me off on his own. I always had to help.

But lying here blindfolded, I could feel the hot pull of three warriors looming over me. I felt small, helpless, and completely at their mercy. I imagined them with identical dark looks on their faces, lust and hunger and unforgiving demand. Lying here, I was closer to coming than I ever had been with another man—and they’d barely touched me.

“The seed is working,” one of them commented. Reaching forward, he grabbed my ankles and tugged me down the bed so that I was settled at the very edge. Dropping to his knees, he spread my thighs wide, placing one leg, then the other, over his shoulders.

“Men from Sector Three love to eat pussy.” His thumbs stroked over my swollen folds. “I am no exception, mate. This pussy is mine.”

He lowered his head and ran his tongue up the length of my seam, then finished by flicking the ring with his tongue.

I dropped back onto the bed with a soft moan as a broad tongue invaded my pussy in a hard, quick thrust. The blindfold remained over my eyes and as my mate’s mouth worked my core, another leaned in close and whispered his promise against my lips. “We’re going to fuck you, Leah. All three of us. But not until you come for us.”

“But—”

The intensity of the pleasure of the tongue on my clit was too much. When he slipped a finger inside of me, I clenched down, eager for something to fill me. But it was when his lips locked over my clit sucking hard and he curled the fingers inside me to stroke my G-spot—God, yes! I had one—that my hips bucked and I cried out. Loudly.

What was happening to me? I’d just met these men and I was naked, legs spread wide with one of them licking and nibbling at my pussy. Three men! I was a slut. Something happened in transport and I was now a total, wanton slut. But the way my mate so skillfully brought me closer and closer to coming with his mouth, I couldn’t convince myself to care.

“It’s so good,” I moaned.

“Only good?” I heard. “Let’s make it better than that.”

The voice sounded as if I’d insulted them. A large hand wound into my hair, twisting and pulling until my head arched back with a slight whisper of pain. Instead of protesting, I arched my breasts into the air with a soft cry. I wanted more. I needed more. As if they could read my mind, a second hand landed to cover my throat and gently squeezed, not a threat, but ownership, a demand for trust.

I should have been afraid, I should have begged them to stop, but their touch made me wild, beyond thought. With one mate’s mouth and fingers stroking my core, I lost all sense of myself as a hot mouth latched onto each of my nipples, sucking and tugging on them. They held me down, and I could not see, could not protest. I could do nothing but shatter.

I came. I screamed. I thrashed. I soared.

It was like an out of body experience, the pleasure so incredible it was bright and hot and blinding, even with my eyes covered. The men didn’t relent, didn’t give me a second to recover, for their mouths didn’t stop, and the thick and wickedly talented fingers continued to slide deep inside me.

Sweat broke out on my skin. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t catch my breath as they took me over again.

As I lay limp and replete, my legs were lifted off my mate’s shoulders. Large hands pushed my knees back toward my chest and two more sets of hands locked around my thighs, holding me spread wide and open for fucking. I felt a cock nudge at my entrance, the metal ring slide over my sensitive flesh as I was stretched open and slowly filled. The curve of the ring brushed over the sensitive spot inside me that had been awakened by my mate’s fingers. My pussy was so swollen and tight, so sensitive that I couldn’t help the groan that escaped.

“So full,” I whispered, my mouth dry from crying out my earlier pleasure.

I had no idea which man was fucking me, and for some reason that made me hotter than I’d ever been in my life. A mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t tame. I turned my head to the side to meet his mouth better and his tongue slipped inside. I tasted him. He was sweet and musky and delicious. I tried to lift my hands and curl them into his hair, to discover who fucked me, who kissed me, who suckled my breasts.