Page 56 of Their Shared Mate
Claire cried out in pain and humiliation. Victor had taken her anally, but this was different. Raphael wasn’t trying to arouse her. He didn’t even seem concerned with his own release. He demonstrated his displeasure with her actions and reestablished dominance over his rebellious mate.
“If you had trusted me with the entire story, we could have gotten Heather out.” Raphael accented his statement with a brutal thrust. “The door slammed closed the second Patrick saw her. There is nothing I can do to help her now.”
Raphael’s knees forced her legs even farther apart as his hands pinned her down against the bed. She couldn’t move, which focused her mind on the hurtful thickness of his cock as it pistoned into her helpless body. The pain gradually faded, but the overwhelming fullness remained.
“We are both powerless now,” he insisted. “Because you would not trust me.”
Emotions welled as her body responded to his aggression. Her pussy ached and her breasts felt heavy, nipples tender as they rubbed against the bedding. His aggression always aroused her, but it often took some form of tenderness to make her come.
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she cried, needing to defuse his anger.
“You’re sorry I’m punishing you.” He drew nearly out then slammed in even deeper than before.
A bright flash of pain produced another ragged cry. “Please, Sir,” she sobbed. “I need my mate, not my master.”
“You need both.”
His energy flowed into her mind, hot and demanding. Claire opened for him eager for the closeness only possible through their psychic link. A disconcerting buzz cascaded through her entire body and then their emotions flooded her mind.
Victor joined the link, saturating her being with his energy. His emotions smoldered as he watched and waited. Raphael’s mind was muted, partially shielded, but she could sense his frustrationand the inescapable need to dominate. It always shocked her to feel their raw emotions and know she was the cause.
Raphael’s cock slammed into her aching bottom. Claire accepted his harsh possession, reluctantly admitting that she had earned the discipline. Her hips lifted into his next stroke and heat cascaded through her body.
“Talk to me, mate,” Raphael urged. “Why were you so determined to save Heather all by yourself?”
He didn’t stop fucking her, but his thrusts weren’t quite as hard. “I’ve always been on my own,” she reminded. “Others depend on me. I’ve never had anyone who…” A lump of emotion lodged in her throat, making it difficult to speak. “Took care of me,” she finished in an unsteady whisper.
He drove inward slowly, filling her until his pelvis pressed against her tender ass cheeks. Gradually he lowered his shields and let his energy fill her mind. His actions and words were often stern, even cruel, but his emotions told a different story. He adored her, was so proud of her, and he ached to join with her body, mind, and spirit.
Victor moved closer and brushed the hair back from her face. “You’re no longer alone,” he pointed out, reaching beneath her and cupping her breast. “Accept us as your mates and you will never be alone again.”
A sob shuddered through Claire. She wanted what her friends had, security and companionship, passion and protection, and the promise of a long and happy life. The mind link gave her a taste of what the future would be like if she surrendered to Victor and Raphael. But she was afraid, afraid to reach out and take it,afraid that it wasn’t real or that there was some horrible twist waiting on the other side of total surrender.
Raphael sighed and carefully separated their bodies. He gathered her into his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed. “We have to get past this, sweetheart. We can’t claim you until we work through these obstacles.”
Claire squirmed. Her bottom was tender inside and out and both her mates were still fully clothed. “I’m not going to have this conversation while I’m naked.”
Victor pulled his shirt off over his head then tugged off his boots. “I think we’ll all be more honest if there is nowhere left to hide.”
Their mind link was still active. It usually faded as her emotions normalized, and she was still seriously anxious.
Raphael shifted her to the bed beside him and then began taking off his clothes.
Claire had figured they would give her a robe or a blanket, but this would work just as well. If they were going to talk about forever, they needed to be on even footing.
When everyone was naked, Victor crawled onto the bed and opened his arms to Claire. She joined him on the bed, but faced him rather than sitting on his lap. Raphael faced them both, forming an untidy circle.
“The mind link activates every time we touch you,” Victor began. “That indicates that you’re close to surrender. What’s holding you back?”
“She doesn’t trust me,” Raphael grumbled, sounding disappointed rather than angry.
“I don’t trust anyone,” she stressed. “I’ve just been on my own my entire life. I don’t know how to depend on others.”
“You collaborate at work,” Raphael pointed out. “How is this different?”
“Work is calm and methodical. When I get emotional, I instinctively draw in and tune others out.”
“The mind link will help with that,” Victor told her. “If something upsets you, we’ll know. We’ll sense the surge of emotions and immediately respond.”
