Page 13 of Guardians

“I can’t,” she protested, tossing her hair back off her face. “I don’t like that.”

“Too bad.” He drove it back in none too gently, reawakening the burn. “I enjoy it and that is all that matters. This tight virgin ass belongs to your mates now, and we will use it whenever we like.”

Her stubborn pucker was forced open again and again as he slid the plug in and out of her trembling body. She found the cruel slide stimulating in a way she refused to consider, but the ruthless stretch burned so badly that pleasure remained just out of reach. “Stop,” she pleaded, twisting her hips to avoid the unwanted invasion.

He slapped her sore bottom then grasped the back of her neck and held her in place while he ravaged her with the plug. In and out, in and out, he filled her reluctant hole. “Who does this ass belong to?”

She shook her head, refusing to give in to his bullying.

Kane reached beneath her and viciously twisted one of her nipples. “Answer him, right now.”

“You three,” she yelled angrily. “If I want to save my camp, you three now own my body.”And only my body, she finished silently. If these bastards demanded a sacrifice in exchange for their help, then she’d lay down on the altar. She’d chosen this path and she’d come too damn far to turn back now.

Diego’s grip on the back of her neck loosened, but he didn’t let go. The plug slid in and out less forcefully, though he hadn’t stopped fucking her. “We are in control. You must accept that.”

Over and over the plug intruded, making her feel invaded and abused. Her bottom throbbed and her pussy ached. Each ruthless thrust of the plug rocked her body, making her breasts jiggle and sway. With her thighs wide open, she knew every male in the room could see her pussy and her well-spanked ass. Not to mention the plug as it rimmed her dark hole. Heat and humiliation washed over her in waves. Her core clenched and a warm trickle of fluid trailed down her inner thigh. Horrified, she shook her head, denying what her body revealed.

“Please, stop,” she whispered, sobs rapidly building again. “I can’t take any more of this.”

“As soon as you come, this ends. It’s as simple as that.” Releasing her neck, Diego reached around her hip and rubbed her clit, forcing her arousal to reawaken despite the unwelcome fullness in her rear end.

Lexie shook her head, whining and sobbing, but gradually her body accepted the inevitability of her surrender. He would keep at this until she gave in. Her stubbornness was only prolonging the punishment. Concentrating on the circular caress of his fingers, she did her best to ignore the slight sting and the unfamiliar pressure of having her ass penetrated.

“That’s better,” Diego murmured. “Your pussy is even wetter than before.”

And it was. She could feel her arousal building. Her core rippled and the familiar tension of an impending orgasm swirled through her abdomen. Diego’s fingers and the plug moved in tandem, connecting the pleasure with the unwanted invasion. Her hips began to lift of their own volition and a helpless moan slipped past her lips. He was making her like this. Despite the pain and utter humiliation, she was becoming aroused. Worse, he stopped rubbing her clit and the pleasure continued to build. With no other stimulation, the demanding slide of the plug was about to make her come.

“Not like this,” she begged, but it was too late. The orgasm detonated and she threw back her head and screamed. Powerful spasms ripped through her entire body, triggering sensations from her head to her toes. Her ears buzzed and her mouth went dry. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples tight and achy. Her core clenched painfully as her back passage spasmed around the plug. She tightened her fists and curled her toes as the waves of pleasure/pain went on and on. Diego pushed the plug deep one final time and then left it there. She whimpered, desperately wanting it out, but suspecting it would be some time before she was rid of the cursed device.

“Jesus, Diego,” someone muttered, snapping Lexie back to reality. “That was fucking hot.”

“Fuck her for real,” one of the other guardians called out. “Your claim is not official until she has taken all three of you.”

“She will be claimed in private,” Kane snarled as he wrapped her in a thick quilt and swept her up and into his arms. “But beforethis night is over, she will be claimed. Has she been adequately humbled, my king?”

“She has,” Zion conceded. “Get her out of here.”

Torn between embarrassment and the lingering euphoria, Lexie curled into the warmth of Kane’s big body and wrapped her arms around his neck. This had been the most overwhelming experience of her life both physically and emotionally. And it wasn’t over. The claim wasn’t official until all three of her mates fucked her. She shivered. She’d had four lovers in her entire life and now she was expected to have three in one night? How had this become her life? And why the hell was her body responding? She still felt lightheaded and tingly from all the staggering orgasms.

They were halfway to the door when she suddenly remembered why she was there. She lifted her head and looked at Zion. “What about Bianca? She’s in really bad shape.”

The arrogant jerk smirked. “Flynn and Levi will return to your camp with Tara. If they determine that Bianca is strong enough to travel, they will bring her here so Malik can treat her. If not, they’ll send for your mate.”

“You really are a doctor?” Lexie asked Malik, looking at him with new interest.

Malik shrugged. “More or less. I’d just finished medical school when Nuevo captured me.” He turned and looked at either Flynn or Levi. Lexie didn’t know which one was which. “Bring the girl back here. It’s a much better option. She needs to be quarantined, and the sooner the better. The last thing we need is a pneumonia epidemic and that camp is the perfect breeding ground for a respiratory infection.”

“Understood,” the blond guardian said. “We’ll make it happen.” They motioned Tara toward the door. She looked at Lexie with obvious uncertainty, but surrendered with a wave and followed the guardians from the lodge.

Lexie watched their departure through a veil of tears. Her bottom throbbed inside and out, yet little tingling aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her core. She wanted to curl up in a warm room and cry until she had no more tears.

Kane looked down at her, clearly confused by her reaction. “Did you expect to return to your camp after agreeing to be our mate?”

Her throat was so clogged with emotion that she just shook her head.

“Everything will be fine,” he assured her. “Your place is with us now.”

She was anything but comforted by his words. Her punishment might be over, but her mates had yet to claim her. And thanks to Diego, she had a much better idea of what that would entail.

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