Fanning Her Flames

by Lacey Thorn

  Alexi moved down her throat with nipping, sucking bites that fanned the flames burning throughout her higher and higher. When he bit gently at her hard nipple she gasped with pleasure as the wicked sensation tugged on something inside her womb. He stayed there, biting and sucking at her breasts until she was trembling with need, begging for his touch, screaming for him to stop yet knowing that she would die if he did. He worked his way down her taut abdomen and parted the wet folds of her pussy, plumped and swollen with need. His tongue licked and teased her, tasting all the secrets and desires that glistened on her sweet pink flesh.

  With a groan Alexi drove his tongue fiercely into her quivering pussy, making Farrah buck and scream. He used his entire mouth for her pleasure, teeth and lips and tongue, to fuck her, suckle her, digging relentlessly for more. He used his thumb to rub back and forth over the distended nub of her clit, that pleasure pearl that assured him she was enjoying his every move. He was ruthless in his hunger for her, her taste, her moans of pleasure, her every little sound and movement. He ravaged her, tasting the flames of her desire on his tongue and always delving for more until she came for him, her sweet pink flesh flexing and gripping his tongue as he continued to consume her.

  When he finally pulled away from her he was startled to realize that his brothers were still there with them, still watching their every move. Marcus and Bannen had already discarded their weapon belts, boots and pants and Alexi hurried to remove his as well. He could see the fire oil that Marcus was using to coat his cock and nodded his head at the unasked question. Alexi moved to his back on the grass and tugged until Farrah was sprawled over his big body.

  Farrah was boneless with her orgasm and thought nothing as the hands lifted and positioned her until she could feel the pressure of Alexi’s hard cock against her wet folds. He slid into her with a slow, easy glide but instead of moving her up and down his staff, he held her tight to him and that was when she became aware of the hands on the cheeks of her ass, spreading her. She jerked and cried out but Alexi held her to him and kissed her intensely, drawing her quickly back under his spell. She still felt the slick fingers working her ass, getting her ready for a bigger, more intense penetration but she allowed Alexi to soothe and calm her, knowing that what was coming was inevitable.

  She knew without looking that it was Marcus behind her, could tell just by the feel of his hands that he was the one stroking his slick fingers in and out. And she was starting to burn for his possession. She felt the need for something more there. She wanted something thicker and longer than his fingers. She was moaning and shuddering with a burning need for something, anything that would satisfy her body’s growing hunger. “Oh, please…please…” she moaned.

  Marcus pulled his finger from the gripping depths of her snug pink hole and quickly replaced it with the rounded head of his rock-hard cock. He pushed until he felt the give of her tight ring of muscles that allowed him to sink in just enough so that the sensitive head was buried fully between the rounded globes of her ass. Her cries joined his as he worked harder, his movement rougher until he was fully embedded in her ass, his cock rubbing against Alexi’s through the thin membrane that separated them.

  They began a rhythm that had one filling her and then the other. It was heaven, it was hell. It was everything that she desired and all that she feared. She was consumed by these men, these mates of hers. Marcus was pounding into her now, filling her ass with his huge cock. Alexi was slamming in and out of her wet pussy, spearing her with his own giant sword. Farrah threw her head back and screamed with pleasure, her gaze latching onto the bobbing erection of Bannen that danced before her eyes. He knelt beside them, watching his brothers share her while he stroked his cock with his hand.

  Looking at him, Farrah wanted him as well. She met his eyes with hers and licked her lips slowly, letting him see her need. Bannen groaned and moved toward her until the glistening tip of his erection bounced before her lips. She opened wide and wrapped her mouth around the bulbous head of his cock and sucked hard. Alexi had latched onto one of her nipples and was sucking just as greedily from it as she was Bannen’s cock.

  The four of them were all moaning and groaning their pleasure. Alexi reveled in the firm pull on his cock as he fucked in and out of Farrah’s juicy pussy. Marcus was consumed by the snug fit around his cock as he slammed in and out of the tight hot depths of her ass. Bannen was lost in the wet heat of her mouth, the flicker or her tongue and the suction as she pulled him closer and closer to the tight grasp of her throat.

  Farrah was on overload. Her body was alive with sensations that it had never experienced before. Flames danced and flickered around the edges of her vision, her skin alive with the fire that burned hot in her veins, consuming her, burning her with the heat of her warriors. She shattered beneath them, around them, in them and felt their fiery releases as well, heat filling her pussy and ass as Alexi and Marcus reached their own shattering climaxes, the sweet tart flavor as it washed over her tongue as she struggled to swallow every drop that Bannen gave her.

  They were so lost in each other that no one noticed the two men who watched from the cover of the trees, their faces red with rage. No one noticed the gloved hands fisted tight with anger or heard the whispered promise that she would still pay for her actions. Nothing and no one would stand in the way of vengeance.

  Chapter Four

  Farrah stepped out of the room that she had been given to share with her mates while they were at the Savari home and immediately ran into Erika who was holding her newly born twins in her arms. Farrah was thankful that her mates were willing to remain in the Savari household a little longer, giving Farrah time to adjust before they took her across the village to their own home. Soon to be her home as well.

  “So you are awake,” Erika said. “Dinner will be ready soon and I have just feed Galrik and Malia. I was going to spend a little time with them before they go to bed. Would you like to join me?”

  “I would love to.” Farrah sighed before asking, “You named one of your twin warriors Malia?”

  Erika laughed and eased Malia into Farrah’s eager arms. “I did. I named my little girl warrior Malia.”

  “You had a girl and a boy?” Farrah asked with shock. This was unheard of for them. Warriors were always born in twos or threes but they were always boys. Girls were born one at a time, never as twins. That Erika had birthed a set of twins that consisted of a boy and a girl was unbelievable. “How… How is that even possible?”

  “’Tis a true blessing from the goddess upon one of her Guardians. My mothers and I see it as a sign that change is coming.” There was no disguising the love that shown so brightly in Erika’ green eyes.

  “And your mates? What is their reaction?” Farrah wondered aloud.

  “They are too in love with our children to care that one is a boy and one is a girl. They could not be happier,” Erika said as she bent to nuzzle her face closer to Galrik, breathing in the uniqueness of his baby smell.

  Farrah felt her heart clench with need—need to hold her own child in her arms, to nurse them at her breast. She settled Malia more firmly in the crook of her arm and smiled down at the fussing baby girl. She rocked her arm, gently soothing the tiny girl with the tender motion. “There, there, my pretty little angel. Look at how beautiful you are.” She placed a kiss on the tiny brow, rubbed her finger along the plump cheek and laughed when fingers wrapped tightly around the digit, drawing it to the already suckling mouth.

  “She is as beautiful as her mother,” Galen said as he and Marcus joined them. Galen stopped next to Erika and eased his arms around both her and his son, tugging until Erika’s back was firmly against his chest and he could see Galrik over her shoulder. “And our son already shows his protective nature toward her.” He grinned as they all looked at Galrik’s little face where his eyes seemed to be firmly set upon his sister’s small figure in Farrah’s arms. He did indeed seem to be watching over her.

  “You look good with a babe nestled in
your arms,” Marcus said as he stopped next to Farrah, bending to place a kiss on her brow and run his own finger along the smooth flesh of Malia’s cheek. “I long for the day when it is our own child that you hold.”

  Farrah smiled up at him and, finding his face still so close, kissed him chastely on his lips. “I too long for that day.”

  Fire smoldered in Marcus’ eyes as he thought of just how they could make sure she conceived. The thought of her plump with child was erotic to him. He was close to taking her back into their room when Erika smoothly interrupted him.

  “If you warriors will excuse us we’ll just put Malia and Galrik in their beds for the evening and join you at the table. There is much that we need to discuss together.”

  Farrah knew that Erika was letting her know that tonight she would stand beside her while Farrah told her warrior mates about who she truly was and who had sent her here to Erika, to them. She hoped that they would be okay with everything.

  Marcus kissed her once more before heading with Galen down the hall and stairs to the great room. Farrah followed Erika in the opposite direction and entered a big room that she knew immediately was the bedroom of the Savari mates. Erika walked through it to a small door that connected to another room. The room was definitely where the babies slept. There was a large circular bed in the middle of the room surrounded all around by tightly woven pieces of smooth wood to protect the two children from rolling off the bed and being injured. Erika stepped forward and placed Galrik gently on the mattress then stepped back so that Farrah could do the same with Malia.

  No sooner had Farrah placed Malia beside him and stepped back then Galrik squirmed and slowly moved until he was beside his sister. It amazed Farrah to watch his actions as he took his sister’s hand in his and with that one small act both Malia and Galrik closed their eyes and seemed to go almost immediately to sleep. Farrah had never seen anything like it.

  “They will sleep now,” Erika whispered. “He will hold her hand all through the night and they will both sleep.”

  “That is the most amazing thing that I have ever witnessed,” Farrah said as they stepped back through the door that Erika left open and returned through the Savari bedroom to the hall. “They are so close. Their bond is even stronger than I have ever witnessed in warrior twins.”

  Erika smiled and took Farrah’s hand in hers and squeezed it. “I believe that it is because they are children of a Guardian and that the goddess must have blessed them in some way as well. I would not be surprised if all of the children of the Guardians were the same way.”

  Farrah’s other hand flew to her stomach and lingered there while thoughts of having the children of her Donan mates went through her head. She would love every moment of it.

  Erika placed her other hand over Farrah’s and said softly, “When you conceive you will know. You will feel it like a warm ember and you will just know.”

  Farrah laughed. “I always feel flames burning within me. I am the Guardian of Fire.”

  Erika laughed as well. “This will feel different, trust me. You will know when it occurs.”

  With that they headed to the great room and the evening meal with five hungry warriors. Farrah felt a trickle of fear and doubt run along her spine. After dinner she would tell her new mates exactly who they had chosen and she could only pray to the goddess that they would still want her.

  * * * * *

  Dinner was over and everything cleared away and still Farrah had not found the courage to speak up. It was Alexi who brought the conversation to light as everyone was relaxing after the meal. Erika rested on a pillow on the floor below where Arik and Galen sat. Farrah sat opposite her on another pillow below where Marcus and Bannen sat while Alexi stood next to the fire chamber. The room was growing warm from the flames and all were feeling rested and content.

  “So you came here to see Erika?” Alexi’s question came out of nowhere, startling Farrah out of her own thoughts.

  “I…well, yes, I did,” Farrah admitted to the room in general.

  Marcus ran his fingers through her hair, stroking and caressing her. “Why did you come to see Erika, little one? Who sent you on this task? And why?”

  Farrah looked at Erika and was comforted by the nod of agreement that she was given by her new friend. “I was sent here by my aunt to find Erika and seek shelter until things settled down in the village where I am from.”

  “What sort of things?” Bannen asked, just beating Marcus and Alexi. “Shelter from what or who?”

  “I was close to reaching the time of claiming and there was a set of warrior brothers who had let it be known that they and only they would claim me.”

  Marcus looked incredibly troubled by this fact. “You were already promised to someone else when we claimed you?”

  Farrah turned to him and shook her head vigorously. “No, never would I have been promised to ones such as the Latoni brothers. That is why I was sent here to prevent that from happening. My aunt saw that this is where I needed to be. I believe that she sent me to you and Alexi and Bannen, Marcus. Although she didn’t say that, I find it hard to believe that she wouldn’t have known what fate held for me.”

  Galen laughed at that. “Who is this great aunt of yours, Farrah, that she would know so much? And why would she send you to Erika?”

  Farrah looked first to Bannen then to Alexi and finally locked eyes with Marcus before disclosing, “My aunt is the Princess Asme, the last Mahiki of our great island home and knower of all. I came because she felt that this is where my destiny lay and because Warrior Law prevented her from stepping in to protect me in any other way from the Latoni warriors.”

  All five of the warriors in the room came to attention at these words. Before them sat the niece of their very own prince and his mate and the Donans realized that they had claimed her with no right. If the prince decided to deny their claim than there would be nothing that they could do to stop it, no way for them to keep her.

  Marcus shot to his feet and pulled Farrah up to hers before him. He clasped his hands around her upper arms and squeezed, gaining her undivided attention. “I will not give you up or let you walk away from us. I will kill anyone who would dare to try…or I will die trying,” he swore to her, himself and everyone in the room.

  “As will I.” Bannen stood and placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “As will I,” Alexi added as he joined them and placed his hand on her other shoulder. “We will not let anyone take you from us, Farrah.”

  Farrah could feel the tears in her eyes and smiled at her three brave warriors who were coming to mean so much to her. She could feel herself falling more and more in love with them with every moment. “Don’t you see that is what I am saying? I know that Aunt Asme must have known that you would claim me and that the goddess must have declared it to be so. Aunt Asme told me to seek Erika for protection, knowing that I would find you instead.” She reached up and cupped Marcus’ face with her hands, drawing his mouth down to hers for a quick kiss. “She must have seen that I would be claimed by you,” she turned and offered a kiss to Alexi, “and you,” and then to Bannen as well, “and you. She sent me to find a friend, knowing that I would find three incredible warriors as well who would protect me better than anyone else ever could.”

  “Why do the Latoni brothers want you so badly? And why would no one else interfere with their claim?” Alexi asked.

  Farrah felt a shudder run through her body as she thought of Kiva Latoni and his brother Kito and all of her warriors sought to comfort her with their hands and kisses to her temples and the top of her head.

  “What did they do to you that you should shiver with such fear of them?” inquired Bannen, with fire burning in his eyes.

  “When I was eighteen, Kiva Latoni followed me into the woods where I was working and tried to touch me, to claim me,” Farrah explained to them.

  “At eighteen?” Erika was incredulous about this. “Is there no one to enforce Warrior Law in your village? How could that
have happened?”

  Galen pulled Erika up onto his lap and he and Arik held her close. “You have been well sheltered here in our village. You have not seen many of the things that other women in other villages have to deal with.”

  Erika looked at Farrah. “But you lived in the village where the prince of the warriors calls home. You are niece to the Princess Asme. How could this have happened to you?”

  Farrah smiled as she turned to face Erika, Galen and Arik placing her back snugly against Marcus’ chest. “There is much that happens there that probably never occurs elsewhere. The prince stands firm on the Law of Warriors’ Rights. It is an old and archaic law but exists nonetheless. It is the law that says once a woman is bedded she is claimed no matter her age. He also will not step in to interfere between a warrior and his mate. My aunt says that he is often more giving than others in his struggle to allow warriors’ rights.”

  “And what of a woman’s rights?” Erika demanded sharply. “Are we not the givers of life? Are we not—”

  Galen interrupted her with a chaste kiss, an offer of comfort. “You are indeed the givers of life. But not all warriors are just or true. I believe that the prince hopes by letting each warrior have control of his mate that it will bring the mates closer together, bind them. Unfortunately not all warriors have respect for women and for them it is not a good law. Some will find ways around it, ways to use it to achieve what they want. Such as a warrior who would follow an eighteen-year-old girl into the woods and try to claim her.”

  This brought the focus back on Farrah as they all thought of what could have been her fate.