Page 4 of Their Defiant Mate
Her entire behind was a throbbing mass by the time he stopped spanking her. “Are you ready to be a good girl?”
“Yes.” The word sounded broken and breathless. She just wanted him to stop.
“Then spread your legs. I want to see if you’re as wet as you smell.”
Horrified, she shook her head and squeezed her thighs together. “I’m not,” she cried. “Just leave me alone.”
“Did you just lie to me again?” Jon sounded disbelieving.
Isaac released her arms, and her coat was pulled off before she realized what they intended. They draped her coat over the small table and turned her around. Her pants were still bunched around her ankles, but they didn’t give her time to pull them up. Jon lifted her to the table, and she gasped as her tender behind made contact with her coat. He pushed her legs toward her chest then they drew her knees apart, spreading her thighs. Her ankles were still bound by her boots and pants, but the position clearly displayed her pussy.
Humiliation and need washed over Tara in alternating waves. Would they fuck her now? Would they take her one after the other, or one in her pussy, the other in her mouth? The thought sent a fresh rush of liquid pooling between her thighs.
As one, the males inhaled deeply and growled.
“Still going to deny being wet?” Jon sneered. He reached between her thighs and ran his fingers along her slick folds. “Then what’s all this?”
She just shook her head and refused to speak.
“What happens when you lie to me?”
Again she shook her head.
With their gazes locked, Jon slapped her pussy. Tara cried out more in shock than pain.
“I do not tolerate lies.”
She tried to close her thighs, but he wedged himself between her legs. His second slap was harder.
She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream in frustration. She needed a long, thick cock in her pussy, not a freaking spanking!
He spanked her twice more before asking, “Is this pussy wet for us?”
“Yes!”
“And how did it get that way?” When she didn’t answer fast enough, he delivered two breath-stealing slaps right over her clit.
A shrill scream tore from Tara’s throat and she tried to kick Jon in the face. He shoved her legs forward, pinning her to the wall with her knees.
The door flew open and Zion stood framed by the doorway. He took in the scene with one assessing glance and grinned. “Carry on. And you have my blessing. That one has needed a firm hand for as long as I’ve known her.”
Tara let out an exasperated cry and resumed her struggles. Isaac gathered her arms and stretched them above her head, pinning them against the wall. Jon tugged off her boots, then finished removing her pants. With Isaac’s help, Jon pulled hersweater off over her head and unfastened her bra. She slapped at both and twisted, kicking all the while, but they soon had her completely naked.
“Much better,” Jon decided as he knelt on the floor in front of her. “With a body like yours we might never allow you to wear clothes.”
“It won’t be your decision,” she sneered.
He laughed and casually draped her legs over his shoulders. Jon slipped his hands beneath her ass and raised her hips off the table. She yelped as his hands squeezed her still-throbbing cheeks. Then his mouth covered her slit and his tongue ventured between her slick folds.
Tara moaned helplessly, her head dropping back against the wall. Jon’s mouth moved over her pussy, his tongue stroking boldly. She canted her hips, helplessly offering him better access to her wetness. He lapped at her core and sucked on her swollen clit.
Isaac bent and covered her mouth with his, exploring her lips just as eagerly as Jon explored her pussy. Isaac shifted her hands into one of his so he could fondle her breasts. Moving back and forth, he squeezed firmly then pinched and twisted her nipples. She gasped and arched her back. So many sensations, so much stimulation. They attacked so many of her erogenous zones all at once. She gave herself over to the pleasure, unable to do anything else.
“God, you taste good,” Jon murmured when he finally raised his head. He carefully lowered her bottom to the table then stepped out from between her legs. “Taste her, brother. She’s unbelievably sweet.”
Isaac paused mere inches from her face. His gaze searched hers, his expression unreadable. “We weren’t looking for a mate.” His lips brushed over hers, warm and patient. “But now that we’ve found you…” He didn’t bother finishing his sentence. The meaning was clear.
“I’m not your mate,” she panted. “I don’t even like you.”
