Page 16 of Tempted
All of them—my mates.
Mybonded.
Or, at least, mostly bonded.
Without looking, I know that it’s Caiya that’s readjusting us to a standing position so pulling down the stretchy spandex of my shorts is easier, somehow managing to not tear me apart from the others as we explore each other's bodies. I know it’s him because of the tingle of magic he elicits from my skin in the wake of his touch. He’s always been a little more in tune with his own sense of self, driving his inner being to pull off more than a basic enchantment or thrive on the elemental magics the others tend to lay claim to. People of today’s time would consider it sorcery of sorts, maybe claiming him to be a warlock if they had to label it. What he really is, is a goddess blessed gift to the world, here to keep the peace and be one with the earth.
He’s a supernatural being, meant to bestow betterment amongst the people that live on this planet and he’s very good at it, almost as good as he is with his hands. The ones that are currently gliding back up my legs to my now aching center.
“Caiya,” I whine into Raini’s neck, mentally pleading with Caiya to read my needs while wishing I could look into his almond shaped, pale gray eyes that hold so much intuition and knowledge. Looking into those eyes is like seeing into a whole new world, and I’ll never get enough. His features are a little sharper, and his pale skin is so soft.
All of us are of mixed nationality but his mother’s Asian heritage has passed along some of the most stunning features I’ve ever seen. I may be biased and I say something similar about all of my men, finding so many of their attributes to be beautiful, both inside and out, but especially the differences in their ethnicities. Every single one of them are magnificent in their looks but also their family traditions, and the goodness each of them carry inside of themselves, also their willingness to share that good with the world around us.
I am better for knowing them. I’m better forlovingthem.
“Shhh, Zii. We’ll take care of you,” Caiya whispers against the skin of my thigh as he lifts my leg to settle on his broad shoulder before biting me there, making me wish I could clench them together in anticipation. Even if I could, I wouldn’t on the off chance that I might suffocate Caiya and I definitely don’t want that, even if I know he’d claim that he’d die a happy man.
Lifting my face with the tip of his finger to my chin, Raini meets my gaze and holds it with those piercing brown orbs that show all of his dominance with one simple look. Before the words leave his lips, I hear his thoughts. “We’ve got you, mate. We’ll always have you,” he confirms before his full, wide lips meet my own in an all-consuming branding. This isn’t just a kiss, it’s a claim.
I love it.
His kisses are heated and authoritative, just as self-assured as the man before me. Our tongues meet in the middle and I let him guide me into a perfect rhythm. His fresh scent of forest trees and rainwater crash over me as I get lost in him and then I feel the pull of someone else, guiding my lips to theirs and the taste of Mahkah meets my mouth, his earthy scent combining with Raini’s and blending so deliciously with the scent of their arousal.
I need them—badly.
My pussy muscles squeeze in anticipation and I need them inside me more than I need air to breathe.
Raini’s mouth comes down on my neck while I’m being consumed by Mahkah from the side, them now on either side of me to accommodate Caiya in front of me. It’s then that I feel the hard press of Luta at my back and appreciate the shifting a little more now that I know it’s all been to allow me closer to as many of my men as I can. Luta’s body is long and lean with his thick dick nestling into the crook of my ass as his teeth bite down on my shoulder from behind, right where Mahkah had marked me, and I grind into him as much as Caiya will allow, thriving on his groan of pleasure and wishing he’d push that hardness straight into me. Right. Now.
The sharp bite directly contrasts with the cool lick of Caiya’s tongue delving into the heat of my core. I’m so slick with need already that when he roughly pushes his fingers inside of me, they go easily. He curls his finger just so right when the flat of his tongue meets my clit, causing me to explode with pleasure, my orgasm crashing into me like a rogue tidal wave that I couldn’t have seen coming.
Gods, I needed that. This dream slays all other dreams.
“Little,” Ezhno’s voice booms, causing me to pull away slightly from my nearest mates to see him. “Did you come without my touch? My greedy mate couldn’t wait for her last male to join in on the fun?” He sounds vaguely amused and I can scent his arousal, so I at least know that he’s not truly angry with me despite the low growl in his tone. Though, I didn’t miss the slip of his tongue insinuating I have only five mates rather than six. He always sounds so gruff, it sends chills down my spine—in the best of ways, of course—and I let it slide for now.
“Sorry Big,” I giggle, heat warming my cheeks at being called out. I hadn’t realized I’d be a little bit embarrassed that I came so easily. Some might think that’s a good thing.
Once again it feels like it’s been too long since we’ve all been together, but that can’t be right. I distinctly remember us all out by the fires last night, dancing and mating… our tribe tucked in safely for the night while we’d all gotten lost to each other, missing the one person who could make us completely whole. He’d been angry with me though, saying that I was his and only his, that I had to choose and I’d been so distraught that my other mates had decided to distract me from my pain, saying they’d speak to Tanda, make him see reason. And then…
“Come here, mate,” Ezhno’s voice was barely audible but the command could be heard clearly, making me forget the burdening thoughts that will only serve to depress me and ruin my fun dream. As the enforcer of the tribe, he was a force to be reckoned with.
Looking to my other mates for confirmation that they were okay without me for a moment, I then disentangled myself from the four of them and moved over to the other side of our bedding where my biggest mate lay and straddled his waist. Pulling away the cloth coverings that barely conceal the hard length of his cock, I reach down and stroke him hard and fast like he enjoys it, moving my body down when I’m unable to resist the need to suck him into my mouth and down my throat. He’s big in all ways so it doesn’t take much for him to reach the back of my throat and make me gag a little bit, making him groan out a small chuckle. Half amusement, half arousal.
I work hard to deep throat him, my lips meeting both of my hands with each downward motion of my mouth as I silently communicate how sorry I am for leaving him out, moaning around his girth at the salty taste of his precum.
It’s so good and I want so much more.
More. More. More.
More of him, always.
But my playful side wins out and I want to play this coyly. At least a little bit.
Popping off of him I ask, “I’m so sorry Ezhno, will you forgive me?” batting my eyelashes like a brat and enjoying the way his eyes narrow at my games.
“Make me come, Little,” he grounds out, his hips still pumping roughly as he continues to fuck my hand so I squeeze tighter and relish in his choked murmurs of pleasure. “Make me come and I’ll think about it.”
More motivated than before, I lick the head of his dick and then suck him back into my mouth, taking one hand off his monstrous girth to reach down and massage his perineum. That move has him screaming to the heaven’s almost instantly.
