Page 14 of Their Shared Mate
He swatted the same spot on the other side before stating, “Last warning.”
“It happened so fast,” she snapped as a harsh sob shuddered through her defense. “It all happened so goddamn fast.”
His hand connected several more times before he paused again. “Did you have any sort of weapon?”
Squeezing her eyes shut did nothing to block out the memories. She heard the screams of terror and smelled the blood. There had been so much blood. “Helpless,” she sobbed. “All of us were helpless.”
The swats slowed, but he kept spanking her as he asked the final question. “What would have happened if you ran over to him?”
She clutched his pant leg and let her head hang down. “I’d be dead too.”
His next swat never came. His hand covered her throbbing bottom, but he did no more than gently squeeze. “You are not to blame, Claire. You never were.”
She wanted to believe him, had tried countless times to convince herself. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered in defeat. She’d hoped that a single spanking would wipe away all her pain. The expectation was ridiculous, but a small portion of the pressure was gone. Was this what it felt like to heal?
“We’ll try again later.” She could picture Raphael’s patient smile as he gently stroked her well-spanked bottom. His fingers eased lower, slipping between her thighs. “You’re wet, sweet mate. Would you like to come for me?”
She shook her head, but felt her hips lift in silent invitation.
“You were brave to ask for the spanking,” he explained as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. “This is your reward for being such a good girl.” His long fingers slid in and out, gliding easily because of her arousal.
Claire moaned, no longer caring that a stranger touched her so intimately. She needed this, wanted it desperately. His thumb brushed over her clit as his fingers continued to stroke her. Sensations gathered and she rocked her hips, deepening his penetration and increasing the pressure of his thumb.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his thumb pressing harder as it slid back and forth.
Pleasure burst with his next firm pass and Claire cried out. Her inner muscles spasmed, gripping his fingers as if to hold them inside her body.
“Good girl,” Raphael praised as he slowly drew his fingers out. He pulled her up off his legs and rotated her so she rested in his arms. “That will feel even better when you’re stretched around my cock.”
Before she could reply, his lips covered hers and his tongue eased into her mouth. The throbbing in her bottom intensified as she sat on his lap, but that only reawakened her arousal. She responded to his kiss, stroking his tongue with hers and pressing her breasts against his chest. His taste was even more evocative than his smell. Was that why she couldn’t stop kissing him?
Raphael’s mouth released hers and he eased her head to the side. Victor stood beside them and bent to claim her lips. His kiss was different, slower, less forceful. Already relaxed from her recent orgasm, she allowed herself to be swept away. She raised her arm and pushed her fingers into Victor’s thick hair. She imagined him naked and on top of her, thrusting forcefully as his cock filled her again and again.
Victor chuckled and whispered, “Soon.”
She shivered and blinked open her eyes. Had he just read her mind?
The males worked together to finish undressing her. Claire knew she should object, do something to slow down their progress. But her body wasn’t listening to her brain. She hungered for release, for more of this intense pleasure. Raphael lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa. Victor followed half a step behind.
“You are so beautiful,” Raphael told her as he settled her half on and half off his lap.
She stared up at him, wondering again if this was the real Raphael. “You’re blinded by passion,” she warned him. “I’m nothing special.”
He pinched one of her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. “You are life itself to us. You represent a future worth working toward.” He bent and drew the same nipple into his mouth, laving and sucking until she arched and moaned.
Victor spread her legs and sat down between them. “Such a good girl,” Victor murmured and ran his fingers down her inner thigh. “Relax and let the pleasure come. There hasn’t been enough pleasure in your life for a very long time.”
Soothed by the truth in his statement, she sank deeper into her relaxed mindset.
Raphael shifted his mouth to her other breast and drew on her nipple. Victor skimmed over her needy pussy and explored her other thigh. He bent her knee, then raised her heel to the back of the sofa. Her legs were spread completely, her pussy on full display. She waited for a rush of embarrassment or belated modesty, but all she felt was arousal and smoldering desire.
“You are safe with us,” Victor insisted. He finally touched her pussy, brushing the backs of his fingers against her folds then easing two of his fingers into her wet core. “We would never harm you or allow anyone else to harm you. We would lay down our lives to protect our mate.”
She whimpered. It was a clever temptation. She hadn’t felt safe since arriving on Rydaria. No, it began much earlier than that. She hadn’t felt completely safe since her father desertedher family. Her mother became combative and Claire had been forced to take on responsibilities she wasn’t ready to shoulder.
“We will protect and care for you,” Victor whispered as his hand began to shuttle between her thighs. He drew his fingers all the way out, then pushed them deep again. “Surrender, sweet mate. Offer me your pleasure.”
Lacking the strength or the will to resist, she went limp over Raphael’s lap and lost herself in the feelings Victor was creating. Gentle currents of sensations crested and churned, sending heated tingles coursing through her body. His wet fingers eased out of her pussy and teased her puckered opening. Claire shook her head and made a soft distressed sound, but she held still as his finger pushed inside her tight bottom.
