Page 22 of Tamed

Heat spiraled through her body as she imagined all the things they would do together, all the pleasure they would share. Having sex with Zevon had been intense and amazing, but it had never felt complete. She wanted her source there too. That was how it was meant to be with triads.

“Our lovely mate is starting to squirm,” Zevon noted, his gaze gleaming. “I think we should continue this conversation in the bedroom.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.” Arcon grinned as he pushed to his feet. He walked over to the couch and held out his hands. “I know all this is still new to you. Are you ready to take on two lovers?”

Kendra drew courage from her imagination and reinforced it with the stories of love and support her friends had shared. Eden and Ansley had found happiness within the structure of a power triad. It gave Kendra hope that she could too.

“I say we find out.” She took Arcon’s hands and stood up. Their gazes locked and the rest of the room blurred.

Standing also, Zevon moved behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you going to be as obedient with Arcon as you’ve been with me?”

A tingle dropped down her spine and her pussy began to ache. She’d done everything Zevon told her without argument because she was enjoying her sexual exploration. She had no doubt that once the novelty wore off, she would find reasons to rebel. Her personality demanded it, and Zevon was a controller to the marrow of his bones. Of course, she enjoyed being overwhelmed by his aggression just as much as he enjoyed taking her in hand.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“It’s going to get confusing if you call us both ‘Sir,’” Zevon decided. “From now on you will refer to me as Master.”

She tensed. Hearing him whisper the word like a term of endearment made her feel special and adored. It was part of the fantasy in which she’d been living for the past few days. Saying the word out loud made the new dynamic feel much more real. “Commander would work also,” she pointed out. “Even president.”

“You will call me Master, and Arcon is now Sir.” The authority in Zevon’s tone made it obvious that it wasn’t a suggestion.

The secret to any relationship was compromise and learning to pick one’s battles. She hesitated, silently debating her options. This wasn’t a battle worth fighting, so she just let it go. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Now, ask Sir what he would like you to do.”

“How can I please you, Sir?” She hardly recognized the breathy voice as hers.

Arcon took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He positioned her at the foot of the bed then stepped back. “Undress for us. Show us the lovely body that is now ours to enjoy.”

She kicked off her shoes then unfastened the knot holding the belt of her wraparound dress closed. As Zevon insisted, she wore nothing beneath so undressing took less than a minute.

“Turn around. Slowly,” Arcon directed, his heated gaze fixed on her naked body.

Giving them plenty of time to look at her, Kendra turned in a full circle. She’d never been insecure about her body. Life on the island hadn’t given her time to fixate on such unimportant things. She’d lived in a dormitory with a dozen other females. Privacy was a luxury she’d never known. Dressing and undressing while other people were present was simply a part of life. When she faced them again, she stopped and waited for Arcon’s next order.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but… You’re breathtaking like this.”

Heat blossomed on her cheeks and need thrummed between her thighs. The intensity of his gaze was nearly tangible, but she needed his hands on her body. “I’m glad I please you, Sir,” she said softly, instinctively lowering her gaze.

Arcon approached and raised her chin until their eyes met again. “I want you to look at me. I need to know what you’re thinking and feeling. Unlike our controller, I’m not empathic.”

“Really?” The fact surprised her. “Most sources can sense emotions, at least to some extent.”

“I’ll discuss my abilities at length, after we make love.”

His phrasing sent a wave of desire over Kendra. Zevon never used the term. He ‘buried his cock in her tight pussy’ and ‘fucked her senseless’ but he’d never made love to her. Only when the two males worked together would she receive everything she needed to be content and happy.

Arcon swept her up in his arms and placed her on the bed then quickly stripped off his clothes before he joined her. Zevon moved to a chair across from the bed and sat, allowing her to focus on Arcon during their first encounter. Arcon kissed her tenderly, his lips sliding against hers, tongue tip teasing. He slipped one arm beneath her neck and caressed her breasts with the other. His large palm covered the mounds, squeezing one and then the other. He kept his touch light and never lingered in one place for long.

Kendra squirmed restlessly, running her hands over the corded muscles in his chest and arms. She wanted him over her, pressing her down into the mattress as he thrust deep between her thighs. Zevon was the only male she’d ever been with and his approach was much more direct, more forceful. Twisting her head to the side, she muttered, “Please, Arcon. I need you inside me now.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and not before,” he growled out, then nipped the side of her throat. “Now, be still and let me touch you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She forced herself to stop thrashing, but the effort heightened her desire. Her core pulsed with painful need. Despite her best efforts, her arms and legs shifted and her back arched.

His fingers caught one of her nipples and pinched hard enough to make her gasp.

“What was that for?”

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