Alden and Caton held her thighs open by caressing them and kissing her skin. Tango closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, sending her wolf to near surface. She reached down and moved her own fingers over her pussy lips until Tango pushed them aside and pressed a digit up into her.
“Oh.” She gasped, then moved her finger over her coated pussy and Tango’s finger that thrust in and out of her. She stared down at where their fingers met, mesmerized by the glistening cream, the way his long, thick digits disappeared inside of her.
“That’s right, baby, you know we belong together. All of us,” he whispered and then added a second digit. Maya spread her thighs wider, thrust her hips forward. She wanted more. She wanted that full sensation she had when Kedar pressed a finger to her anus while his tongue penetrated her pussy.
Tango must have read her mind or her movements because he pulled fingers from her cunt, swiped his tongue back and forth from her pussy to her anus, and then used his finger to penetrate the puckered hole. He then used his tongue to penetrate her channel and she exploded instantly. In and out he kept a rapid pace of fingers and tongue stroking both her anus and pussy.
She grabbed his head and screamed another release before falling back against the couch panting for air. She only slightly felt Tango pull fingers and his tongue from her body, and then she felt his mouth and butterfly kisses against her skin. When she opened her eyes, she was face-to-face with him, and he smiled.
“You are so fucking delicious, baby. Thank you for trusting us with that. Thank you.” Tango kissed her lips and she smelled her scent on his tongue. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her quivering thighs around his waist, she held him to her and relished in the aftermath of some major getting-to-know-one-another time.
She’d worry about what was to come later.
Chapter 7
Feldman heard Ariella cry out in pain. Although in another realm, searching for validation on the newest Goddess, he could sense that Ariella was in trouble. A dark, almost putrid green and black smoke surrounded him as he journeyed closer to her cries. He couldn’t sense her mates, or anyone of power coming to save her. Were her mates or her security even aware that she was in trouble?
He called out in his mind to Charity as he drew closer, and was shocked at the pain he felt, and the weak sensations of uncertainty.
Was she projecting that to him because of the danger she was in? Was she trying to tell him to stay away so he wouldn’t get hurt?
How could he? He adored her, just as he adored the others.
Feldman pulled his sword from his waist as he entered the dark room. He wasn’t sure what realm it was, just that he sensed the evil and felt Ariella’s cries turn to soft moans.
He was getting closer. Although he didn’t feel the Goddesses warning him to stay way, he thought of Bethany, his love, the Goddess of Vaneer.
In a flash he was shoved to the side, losing the grip on his sword as the evil growl echoed around him. His arms flung upward, by the power of another, then back against a wall as silver clamps cupped his wrists. He yelled out in agony. “Ariella?”
The soft, deep chuckle sent chills even through the Fae knight.
“She isn’t here yet, Fae. But she will be, and so will the others.”
He looked around, but all he could see was darkness. In his mind he called out to the princess, to Lexi, Charity, Antoinette, and Kamea. Then he prayed to the Goddesses that they would protect the newest Goddess.
He could feel the evil trying to manipulate his mind and force him to reveal her name. Feldman shook his head side to side and growled out in anger and denial to the threats and pain. “No! I will not succumb to your evil.”
He called out to the Goddesses, felt Bethany acknowledge his capture, and then he felt the emptiness.
The evil chuckle came closer.
Who would have the power, the abilities to manipulate the mind of a Fae knight and weaken him?
As the face emerged, the horns, the deep red color, and evil so pure and terrifying, Feldman closed his eyes and looked away. He knew what it was, and the fear, the reality that a demon walked the earth, and was the one responsible for all this terror, weakened his resolve. Demons were practically impossible to destroy.
“That’s right, Feldman. None of them, including you and Bethany, are powerful enough to stop me. I’ve played you all so well.”
“You failed, and you will continue to fail!” Feldman yelled. He knew he had to keep his mind clear and not give up more information unintentionally.
“How is it that you believe I failed, knight, when all three Goddesses of the ring have been revealed to me? I know who they are, where they are, who is protecting them and how to make them mine. And you, little Fae knight, are going to be part of it all.”
“Never.” Feldman growled through clenched teeth.
“Ahh, that is where you are wrong. I am going to read your mind and all your thoughts. Your weapons and powers are weak. I will control your mind as I have controlled the others. My pawns are working for me now. They’ll bring the Goddesses right to my doorstep, and then the fun will begin.”
“They won’t come. They’ll know. They know now and will be protected.”
“Well, in a matter of hours, I will have the last Goddess in my possession. The one princess Kamea has been waiting for in order to secure the Security Ring.”
The demon smirked as he stared at Feldman.
“You don’t know who she is. No one does.”
“She is quite lovely, but easy to control. Considering that she is the strongest spirit, her lack of self-confidence is her demise. She will serve me well, and bare my child so we can continue to rule this realm and all others.”
“No. No, leave her alone. You will not win. You’re lying. I know that you are.”
The demon raised his hand and Feldman felt the pain encase his entire body. He felt it through every muscle, bone, and even in the blood that burned through his veins. The demon was like no other he had ever heard about. Why hadn’t there been any warning?
“Because, my weak little Fae knight, there is none more powerful than I. And so it begins.”
The demon disappeared and Feldman felt the pain increase. He tried to send thoughts, a message to the Goddesses, to anyone who could hear him, but it seemed useless. No one would know. None of them would see this coming. He was too late. The demon would kill them all.
Chapter 8
Maya stared at herself in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, eyes filled with desire, and a body she’d never exposed so intimately to any man before. Her nipples were hard, her breasts ached, and even her pussy throbbed. It actually throbbed?
I can’t believe this is happening. Five gorgeous, muscular, warrior Alphas are my mates. They are all so unique. How will I get to know them individually? How will I handle their touch, their presence around me without wanting them to make love to me?
She felt the anxiety and fear begin to take away the excitement. She knew nothing of this. She should go speak with her mother, to someone who could help her understand this.
She looked back into the mirror, knowing that she needed to head back to the living room. The men were waiting. Waiting to ask questions, to spend time with her, and to ultimately make love to her.
Why me? By the gods, I don’t understand. I’m no one of importance. I fear the things I cannot grasp with my own hands or things I don’t fully understand. I worry over strangers, over the people and packs of this land more than over myself. I don’t understand what is happening to me. Is there something I’m supposed to do besides make the special bracelets, the ones that turn into tattoos and unify our packs?
Please, Goddesses, please tell me. Give me a sign, something to take away my fear and give me purpose. I’ve never been anything, or anyone to notice or to even view as something more. But now, in front of these five Alpha men, I begin to feel alive. Like I’m just beginning my life, and that maybe my life has meaning.
She felt the tears
in her eyes, and when there was no response, no indication that anyone could hear her but herself, she bowed her head and pushed away from the vanity. She had washed up and changed into a skirt and blouse. She stepped into her sandals and prepared to face the men.
She wouldn’t lie to herself or claim to be brave. They were intimidating. They were huge compared to her, and tall, filled with muscles, and expressions of experience, dominance, and mystery. Alden, Caton, and Kedar were different than the boys she knew as a young child. They were fierce looking, and appeared as if they had hard lives, or perhaps hard experiences. She had never even left Venificus territory. She was simple and they were adventurous.
She sighed as she strapped on the other sandal. She thought about Saxton and Tango. She knew one thing about them. They had been protecting Kamea since she was a child. That made them older, much older, and much more experienced. That seemed to arouse her wolf. Typical reaction from a young, inexperienced female toward a more mature, definitely more experienced, male.
They were both also part of the secret order. They would give their life to protect the circle and the Security Ring. Ariella and Batya were Goddesses to the circle. They were powerful, strong-minded women. They were young like her, but they were a bit worldlier. Maya thought about that a moment. One day, her mates may have to leave her to fight for the packs and to protect the Goddesses. Pride filled her heart.
If that time comes, then I will be supportive, and I will wait for their return, but for now, I must accept my fate whatever it may be. I need to get to know my mates.
Maya opened the door from the bathroom that led to the bedroom and gasped.
Saxton was sitting on the edge of her bed looking through her box of bracelets she made for men. They were handmade, braided leather, an inch wide, with the infinity sign in stainless steel and a set of six symbols around it. It was masculine and she had been compelled to make several of them alike.
She placed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Saxton looked her over. “You look beautiful, Maya.” He patted the edge of the bed. She swallowed hard and slowly moved closer, taking a seat on the edge, next to his hip and the box of bracelets.
He stared at her then reached up and cupped her chin, drawing her closer to his mouth. He kissed her gently on the lips, and she closed her eyes, absorbing the power in such a gentle kiss, and the whirlwind of emotions fluttering through her belly.
Saxton was handsome and older looking. He had very wide shoulders, muscular biceps, and very short crew cut hair. He looked hard, like a man who was made of steel, or at least felt like he needed to keep his guard up at all times. The thought pulled on her feminine strings and made her want to tear down that wall, that guard he had up and make him get lost in her. When she opened her eyes he was watching her. Touching a finger to her cheek and along her jaw, he whispered. “You are full of surprises, and it will be fun to help ease away that shyness. You’re so very beautiful. The gods have granted each of us perfection.”
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she shyly looked down and shook her head.
“You don’t think the gods are correct?”
She lifted her head.
“I’m not perfection, Saxton.”
He leaned back on one elbow, lying halfway across her bed. He used his other hand to caress her bare thigh and she wondered why she chose a skirt. Subconsciously, was she hoping that the men would arouse her with their touch again? Her face flushed, and Saxton watched her.
“You sure do look like perfection to me. I thought I would never have a mate. So many years Tango and I spent in hiding, securing Kamea so one day she could achieve her destiny. Now, here we are, beginning somewhat of a vacation and you appear. Our own precious destiny.” He smiled as he stared into her eyes while he caressed her chin.
He brought her face closer to him, causing her to lose her balance as their lips collided. The kiss was slow and sensual. She felt it to her core, and her wolf began to hum as her senses kicked in. His scent, his muscles, the hardness of his body, all called to her wolf.
She climbed up higher onto the mattress, feeling suddenly so very alive and desirable. The feel of Saxton’s palm moving under her skirt to her ass should have made her pause and slow things down. But the truth was, she didn’t want slow. She wanted the next step with him. She thought about the others as her tongue dueled for control of the kiss with Caton’s.
Her heart raced faster and fear gripped her insides. She couldn’t be with them all at once. That was too scary. One on one was different. She didn’t feel so weak and controlled. She eased her mouth away and gripped his shoulders. Even his lips were masculine and sexy.
Saxton rolled to his back, taking Maya along with him. She straddled his waist and ran her hands up and down his chest.
“You are an incredible kisser. Your taste, your scent calls to my wolf.”
He reached up and cupped her cheek with his palm while he used his other hand to draw imaginary lines against her sensitive flesh.
She closed her eyes, absorbed the feel of Saxton touching her, and she began to move her hips.
“I want you. I can’t wait to slide into your tight little virgin cunt and claim you, mate,” he whispered. She heard a soft plea, and was shocked that it came from her mouth.
He moved his hand away from her chin, and to her breast, cupping the mound and massaging it within his large hand. She was well endowed, but Saxton, as well as the others, was so big, and strong, his hands could practically encase a full breast. She found even that to be sexy.
“Move up, baby, let me taste you.”
Her eyes popped open as his hands moved to her hips and lifted her up and toward him so that her pussy was nearly over his face.
She gasped as she grabbed a hold of his wrists and nearly protested aloud.
“Easy, honey. I want you nice and wet. I want to show you what pleasure you bring me.”
Before she could try and deny that his words hadn’t affected her, she felt and heard her panties tear.
“Saxton!” she reprimanded.
“Sorry, baby, they were in the way.” As she began to continue to reprimand him, she felt his thumb over her clit, and then the small amount of pressure he applied. She moaned softly.
“I love those sounds you make. I can’t wait to be deep inside of you and hear you call my name.”
“Yes,” she replied.
He gave her ass a tap, indicating for her to stay put kneeling above him on her knees, while he thrust a finger up into her channel. She inhaled sharply and then grabbed a hold of the wrist that held her hip in place.
“So wet and tight. Take off your top and your bra. I want to see your breasts.”
His command was surprising. But it also gave her the courage to go after more of what she wanted. She was ready, and this was right.
Her fingers shook as she pulled the blouse up and over her head. She tossed it over her shoulder without a care and then reached behind her to unclip her bra. Saxton increased his finger thrusts and then added a second digit just as she released her bra. He used his other hand to cup her breast and tweak the nipple. They both moaned and she started to move her hips and ride his digits.
“That’s it, baby. You know exactly what to do. There’s nothing to be scared of. You’re in charge. You decide what happens,” he told her, and she moaned louder, while lowering and raising her hips.
“I want to touch you,” she told him and then stopped moving. He licked his lips and all she could think of was kissing him hard on the mouth and making him moan with pleasure.
“Then do it. Touch me. Take my cock inside of you.”
She reached for the zipper, pulled it down, His cock emerged, naked, and hard as steel and very long and thick. She looked at him with eyes wide.
“Take your time,” he told her.
Maya pushed his shirt up so she could see his chest. He was a work of art, and she leaned over and licked across a nipple.
“Holy shit, Maya.�
� He growled. She felt sexy and capable. The fear of the unknown was slowly disintegrating.
“Let’s get this skirt off, and my clothes, too. I want to be skin to skin.” He lifted her higher. He pulled fingers from her cunt and shifted her around. Her skirt and his shirt were gone, and now he was kicking off his pants. His long, thick cock sprung upward, and she was staring down at it with her ass pointed up toward Saxton’s face. It was a sexual position she’d heard about but obviously never tried.
Before she could decide what to do, she felt Saxton’s tongue press against her ass and pussy as he used his palms to spread her ass cheeks wider.
“Suck me, Maya. Explore what’s yours,” he whispered and then replaced his tongue with a digit and pushed upward.
“Oh.” She moaned, falling forward, closer to the long, thick muscle.
Her wolf was more than eager to give this a try, and Maya allowed it to lead her as she took a lick across the tip. Saxton shuddered, giving her the confidence she needed to continue. She twirled her tongue along the tip, down the side and then back up again. Then she opened her mouth and began to pull him deeper as she moaned with pleasure from the strokes of his fingers.
Up and down she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. Saxton moaned and lifted his pelvis adding to the thrusts. She felt him exploring her pussy lips and her anus with his tongue and fingers when suddenly she felt a finger push through the tight rings.
She gripped his thighs tightly and rode out the tiny sensations filling her core.
“That’s it, baby. Your mouth is incredible. You’re going to have to stop.”
She pulled her mouth abruptly from his cock and Saxton grunted.
“Fuck.”
“What do you mean stop? Am I doing something wrong?” she asked over her shoulder. He used his palm to caress her ass and give it a squeeze. “You’re doing everything right. I just don’t want to come inside your mouth for the first time we make love.” In a flash, he lifted her up, turned her around and lowered her underneath him. Straddling her body, he stared down into her eyes as he brushed the loose strands from her face.
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