Fanning Her Flames

by Lacey Thorn

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  When Farrah awoke she was lying in the center of a huge bed. She laid her head back down and sighed out her relief. It must have all been just a strange dream. Yet Farrah didn’t believe that for an instant. She sat up and shoved the bed coverings aside. She was naked and when she glanced at the lower right portion of her abdomen it bore the head of a wolf. She ran her fingers across the brand and couldn’t hold back the strangled “No” from her lips.

  “Yes,” Marcus spoke from the door. He and Alexi had placed Farrah in one of the guestrooms at the Savari home to rest while they waited for Bannen. They had each taken turns coming to check on her. Marcus had been the lucky one to be the first there when she awoke. He intended to take full advantage of that. “You belong to the Donan warriors now.” His eyes smoldered with lust as he came toward her. He took in her naked frame with pleasure, the full ripe mounds of her breasts, the sweet curve of her hips, the red-gold curls on her woman’s mound. He could feel his cock swelling larger with need.

  Farrah seemed oblivious to her nudity and its effect on the very large warrior now standing beside the bed. “You have marked me but I am not claimed. The mark can and will be removed when I make that known.”

  Marcus smiled down at her. “Well then, little one, we must take care of the claiming now. I am more than ready.” He waved his hand and brought her full attention to the erection straining the ties on his pants.

  Farrah gasped and began to roll of the bed on the opposite side but Marcus was too quick for her. He caught her leg with his hands and used them to pull her over to the side. She kicked and fought but all too soon he had her exactly where he wanted her. Farrah’s tailbone was at the very edge of the bed, her legs spread wide around the thighs of the warrior now standing between them. Marcus leaned into her, using his own lower body to pin hers down while he caught her hands in his and pinned them over her head. Her breasts arched into his chest, the nipples rubbing and chafing against him. Marcus placed her hands in one of his and moved the other to cup her face. She looked up at him with big green eyes wide with fear and maybe just a touch of lustful curiosity. She was the most exquisite woman he had ever seen and he knew in that moment that he would never give her up.

  He bent to her lips and nipped and licked at them while sliding his hand down over her neck and shoulder until he could fill his palm with the taut globe of her breast. He plumped and squeezed, rubbing his thumb over the nipple until it sat up and begged for the pinch he gave it next. Farrah gasped and Marcus thrust his tongue smoothly into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, melting her.

  Farrah was on fire in a way that she never had been before. Her skin was hot but it was not burning the man above her; no, instead he was the one burning her. Her nipples ached and throbbed for something. His pinch had sent a stream of fire straight to her woman’s place and she could feel her thighs growing slick with her desire. Farrah wanted more and when Marcus began to pull his tongue from her mouth she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it greedily back into her mouth. Marcus groaned and bucked against her, letting her feel the full measure of his hard cock against her soft mound.

  “I want to claim you now, Farrah. I want to fill your pussy with my cock.” He looked down into her green, green eyes. “I won’t let you go. I can’t, so please don’t fight me on this.” He reached down between her sprawled thighs and eased a finger between the wet folds of her sex, finding and entering the very heart of her.

  Farrah cried out at the intrusion but in truth, there was no real pain. It felt wonderful having his finger moving in and out of her. The flames inside her stoked higher, hotter, fanned by his actions and when he bent and sucked one of her engorged nipples fiercely into his mouth, the flames consumed her. It was like waves of fire crashing in her, over her, through her. She could feel the hard contractions in her belly, the rush of fluid dripping from her pussy to coat her thighs and his fingers.

  Marcus could feel it also and that was exactly what he had been waiting for. He released her hands, pulled his saturated finger from her still-quivering pussy and undid the laces on his pants. He was so close, so close to spilling his seed on her instead of in her. But Farrah placed her hands on his chest, trying her best to stop him. He had already placed the full head of his turgid cock at the tight entrance of her pussy. It would be so easy to plunge violently but Marcus called on what little control he had left and looked down at her flushed face, willing to see what she needed as long as it wasn’t for him to stop. He knew he would stop if she asked him to, and that surprised him. He had used women before but with this one, his mate, it was different. She made him long for the love he saw expressed between the Savari and their mate Erika.

  “Wait,” Farrah murmured. “I don’t even know your name.”

  Marcus smiled down at her, hooked her knees with his elbows and spread her even wider, pushing the head of his cock just a little farther within her snug depths. Farrah shuddered at the pressure but she could not deny that she wanted this warrior, craved his possession. Finally Marcus spoke to her, giving her what she needed to know. “I am Marcus Donan.” He leaned down to her lips, his actions tilting and lifting her higher into him. “And you are Farrah Donan, my mate.” With that he kissed her, swallowing her cries as he plunged swiftly into her untried channel. She was so tight around him, burning his cock with her wet heat, but it was her cry of untamed pleasure that pushed him over the edge.

  He tried to slow his thrusts, to tame his need, to curb his wild hunger but there was no stopping, no control left. He was consumed by her, the way she was arching into his thrusts, the feel of her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders, the cries of pleasure that poured from her lips. Marcus fucked her hard, plunging deep into her pussy with every stroke. He kissed his way down her throat, over her shoulder and finally to her lush breasts. He nipped at the tight bud of her nipple and when she cried out he sucked it hungrily into his mouth. He moved back and forth between her nipples while he rode between her thighs. He sucked and nipped, licked and bit and never once slowed the pounding rhythm of his cock in and out of her pussy.

  Once again Farrah was consumed with the flames of pleasure. They crashed over her in never-ending waves, pulling her under and sucking the oxygen from her lungs. She heard Marcus cry out his own pleasure and was burned anew by the hot splash of his seed flooding her pussy. She was well and truly claimed now. There would be no going back. She now belonged to this man and his brother for the rest of her life. But the most startling thing to Farrah was how right it all felt to her as she lay sideways on the bed with her mate still buried within her, his breath hot on her neck. Somehow this man felt like home to her.

  She was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway and her gaze flew in that direction. Standing there were two men both with long blond hair and the same piercing blue eyes as the man still buried between her thighs. A shiver of excitement trickled down her spine as she realized what their presence meant. She did not belong to two Donan brothers as she had thought but to three. Even as she tried to come to grips with this surprise one of the newly arrived warriors reached down and undid the laces of his pants, releasing his fully aroused cock so that it bobbed out in front of him. Goddess help her but she wanted him as well, longed for him but still she was startled by his next words.

  “Should we not all claim her?” he spoke as he moved toward where she lay trapped on the bed.

  Marcus finally seemed to notice that there was someone else in the room with them and he pushed away from her body, pulling his slightly appeased cock from her pussy and stepping from between her thighs. “I see that you have joined us, brother,” was all he said as he turned away and the other man took his place between Farrah’s thighs. Bannen was as tall and nicely built as Marcus but there was a sense of something raw and untamed about him. It might have been the way that his long hair hung unfettered around him calling to mind a more primitive nature. She felt the tingle in her sex when he s
tepped up to her and cried out as he pushed home. But he didn’t even look at her as he pushed his cock against her pussy, forcing it into her wet flesh. He was big and thick like his brother and he rubbed hard against her sensitive inner flesh.

  Bannen threw his head back and rode at a gallop between her thighs. He had watched with avid eyes as she had taken every inch of Marcus and cried out for more. He was beyond the moment, lost in a need so demanding he was unable to stop. He reveled in her sharp cries that shattered the air around them. He pumped his cock into her tight pussy, fucking her as fiercely and roughly as he could. Wanting—no, needing—more, he pulled her legs up until her feet rested on his shoulders and bent down over her, forcing her legs to bend back against her chest and opening her even wider for his possession. She cried out louder as he fucked her more forcefully than before, slamming so completely into her it felt as if he touched her very womb.

  “Ahhh…by the sweet goddess, her pussy is a tight heaven,” Bannen moaned as he continued to fuck her, so wrapped in his own pleasure that he failed to notice the tears leaking from her eyes and flowing quietly down her cheeks in sharp contrast to her cries of pleasure. He thrust three more times into her wet, tight heat before spilling his seed in pulsing waves. He stayed that way for a moment, her legs bracing his weight as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “Get off her,” Alexi yelled, startling both Bannen and Marcus, who had been busy cleaning up and hadn’t been looking at their mate. Farrah lay on the bed, struggling to bite back her sobs. She was confused and ashamed of her body’s response to Bannen even if he was her mate. Maybe she was pani. How shameless was it to feel pleasure at a rough mating with a man she had never known before a few moments ago? She had felt beautiful with Marcus but he had easily walked away and left her to his brother. Maybe that was how it was with mates, but she would not, could not, handle being passed among them as if she were a convenience. Confusion swamped her and made the tears fall harder though in truth she was unsure what she was crying at. She could not deny that she had found pleasure with Bannen just as she had with Marcus. But what of them? Was their pleasure with her or just the act itself? She felt that Bannen had been so focused on what she had between her thighs that it could have belonged to any woman. She felt cheap and dirty in a way that she would have never associated with what happened between mates. Was she so wrong to at least hope to know their names before they knew her body?

  Bannen pulled back from her, eased her legs down and stepped back, pulling his cock from her tight pussy with a small popping sound. Three sets of eyes fell to the bloodstains on her sprawled thighs and Alexi stepped forward to offer comfort but Farrah only saw the last of her mates ready to lay claim. And the mere thought of how she might enjoy him as well caused her to pull away and shy from him. What would they think of her if she just spread herself for this third brother? As warriors they probably wouldn’t care, probably expected it. But as a newly initiated woman she couldn’t let go of the nagging voice of the Latoni brother who called her whore.

  She held her hands out and tried to push herself farther up the bed. “No more, by the goddess, no more, I beg of you.”

  Alexi clenched his hands into fists at his side and, spearing each of his brothers with a look of cold contempt, turned and retreated out of the room. The sight of his mate cowering and crying on the bed, her thighs smeared with her virgin’s blood and the remnants of his two brothers’ seed would be a long time in leaving him.

  Bannen groaned as he realized what he had done to their mate in his lust-induced haze. He had been neither gentle nor loving. He had treated her as if she were nothing but a vessel for their need. He reached out a hand to her but she looked at him with such disgust in her eyes that he felt shame at his actions. Closing his eyes, he managed to get a strangled “I’m sorry” out before fleeing from the room and the tears and pain in her big green eyes. He had lost one mate to death. Now he might lose this one to stupidity.

  Marcus went to her but Farrah put her hands up and the look in her eyes stopped him cold. “I wish only to hold you, offer you comfort,” he told her, not understanding why she looked at him that way. She had felt pleasure with him, cried out with it.

  “And where was your comfort when you walked away from me earlier? You found your pleasure with my body and cared little about who was next,” Farrah spoke, her voice almost toneless.

  Marcus gritted his teeth and replied, “Bannen and Alexi are your mates as well. ‘Tis expected that we all claim you, that you give us all equal use of your body.”

  Farrah glared at the warrior before her. “I am not your whore! You took me as mate and even then I knew not your names or even that there were three of you. You claimed me without ever giving me the chance to know you.”

  “You enjoyed our loving.” Marcus refused to let her deny that. “I felt your release milking my cock. I heard your cries of pleasure.”

  A lone tear dripped down Farrah’s cheek. “That was before you turned so easily from me and let another have me.”

  “Bannen is your mate too!” Marcus roared his frustration.

  “How nice of you to share his name with me after you shared my body with him. How nice of all of you to take the time to share those little things with me!” Tears dripped down Farrah’s cheeks now in a constant flow. “I will never forgive you for this,” she told Marcus. “I will never forgive any of you for treating me in such a manner.”

  Marcus stepped forward and pulled her up onto her knees on the bed, holding her to his chest. “Forgive us or not, you are our mate and you will not forget that. Your body is ours just as our bodies are yours,” he tossed her down on the bed. “I could make you want me again. Make you scream your woman’s pleasure and beg me to have you again and again. What is it that you are truly afraid of Farrah? That we have yet to get to really know one another? Or that your body is already surrendering to us?” He let her go and turned to face the door. “We are your mates Farrah. There is no shame in what the four of us can give to one another.” He turned back to her and shook his head.

  Farrah continued to lay there her eyes dry of tears, confusion ripe on her face as she struggled to deal with the multitude of emotions bombarding her. Marcus ran a finger down her still wet cheek and whispered, “You will come to accept this, to accept us. If we are ever to know the true joys of our bonding then you must.” Then with a shake of his head he left her alone in the room.

  Farrah lay there not knowing what to feel, what to think, what to do. How could someone blessed by the goddess feel so overwhelmed and unsure? How did she deal with all the emotions filling her up? How did she learn to love three men and ensure that they loved her just as much? She curled into a ball on the bed confused and amazed. Even with all that had just happened her body was still tingly and taut as if it were waiting for the third warrior to stake his claim as well.

  Chapter Three

  Farrah was sleeping when Erika snuck into the room later. Erika had waited until her own warriors had gone out to spar with the Donan brothers. She and Arik and Galen had watched as first Alexi and then Bannen had bolted from the room and out of the house. Then Marcus had followed. Erika had listened to some of the conversation between Marcus and the woman in her guestroom. It hadn’t been hard since both of them had yelled at different times. Now Erika planned to see how this young woman was faring, regardless of Galen’s firm reminder to not interfere.

  Erika carried a tray with fresh palona fruit and hard cheese as well as some of the island wine. She set it on the bedside table and looked at the girl curled into a ball on the bed. There was an electricity that seemed to arc through the air between the two women. Erika could feel a tingling in her body and somehow she just knew that this woman was one of them, one marked by the goddess’s eyes, a Guardian. There was just a familiarity about the girl, a knowing of like to like.

  Farrah awoke with a startled gasp. Her skin tingled and burned, the flames fanned to life inside her and she gasped for air as if sh
e had just been brought back to life. She looked at the woman who stood beside the bed where Farrah still lay, looking at down at her as if Farrah were a long-lost friend or relative. Farrah smiled shyly up at her. “You are the one I seek, the one I have come so far to meet. You are a Guardian.”

  “Yes,” Erika replied, “and I have a feeling that so are you. I am Erika Savari and I am happy to meet you.”

  Farrah smiled and nodded. “I am Farrah.” She refused to acknowledge the Donan name even though she bore their mark in more than one way. “My aunt sent me here to find you. She has heard of you and thought that you could help to hide and protect me.”

  “How does anyone know of me?” Erika asked with shock. They had all been so careful to keep the knowledge that she was a Guardian secret. No one who knew of her identity as Guardian of Earth would betray her in such a way. Then Farrah’s other words hit her. “Hide and protect you from what?”

  Farrah’s smile grew dim. “It doesn’t matter anymore. My fate has been decided and the other can no longer hurt me. As for how my aunt knew…Well, you know her as Princess Asme, the Island Mahiki. I know her as Aunt Asme. It was she that sent me here to find you.”

  “You’re the niece of the Mahiki?” Erika was awed by this knowledge and immediately clasped her right hand to her breast and bowed her head in honor.

  Farrah shook her head and answered, “Not by blood but by bond do I claim her as aunt. She and my mother have been best friends for as long as I have known. It is through their bond that I have known her as aunt. There is no call to bow before me.”

  “Bonds can be thicker than blood and much more unbreakable. Don’t forget that,” Erika told her firmly. “Our bond will tie us the same way and I will know you as sister.”

  Farrah seemed enchanted by the idea of a sister and grinned before saying, “Aunt Asme said that you wielded power over the very earth itself. Is this true? Is that your gift from the goddess?” Farrah asked.