On Her Axis

by Jeanette Lynn

  My nails dug into his chest as I rushed towards my own climax.

  His penile extension started to vibrate, giving me that little push that I needed, shoving me over the precipice, his body following as he groaned and emptied himself inside of me, my voice going hoarse as I called his name out in return, my sheath clutching him in a vise-like grip as it sucked greedily at him, collecting every drop of his seed.

  My sated body slumped against him and I said the only thing I could manage at the moment, "Wow, just wow."

  Marre chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

  “Yes, I like that. Wow,” he agreed happily.

  I closed my eyes, relaxing against my knight as the beat of his heart lulled me, my lids growing heavy as exhaustion finally caught up to me.

  Marre ran his hands over my back and bottom, his fingertips running over my naked flesh softly as he drew circles and swirlies across my sensitive skin.

  I closed my eyes and succumbed to the pull of the sand man on my over taxed body, falling soundly into a troubled but dreamless sleep.

  The pounding on the door was a niggling in the back of my mind I couldn't quite process. I'll remember when I wake up. Deal with it then, my last thoughts as I drifted off.

  ‘Til death do us part

  Perre

  No! She's MINE! My mind screamed as Marre slammed the door on my face.

  He can't! I thought, panicking. I don't want to share! Damn it!

  She’s mine!

  My mind was going insane as Marre's voice penetrated through the door.

  I started pounding on it, ramming it with my shoulder as my woman's heart felt moans hit my ears.

  "Don't you dare!" I bellowed, banging on the door.

  "Marre!" I shouted warningly, my knuckles bloody, shoulder throbbing from my efforts.

  I kept it up, even after I knew the deed had been done, our fates effectively sealed as our mate bond solidified.

  The barriers I'd created to help keep Marre out of my head, useless now as Mags thoughts stirred into my consciousness.

  Breakfast, anyone? No? How’s about a sandwich?

  Magenta

  I woke up early, sliding quietly out from the bed on silent feet, putting on one of Marre's shirts and nothing else as I padded towards the kitchen, trying my best not to make a sound so my fiancés could sleep.

  I almost giggled out loud at the thought.

  Fiancé. I have two fiancés.

  Granted, one of them has his head up his bum at the moment, but I'm hoping he'll get over it.

  Mother is going to crap her pants! I thought, grinning at the irony of it.

  She did say she wanted me to settle down, after all.

  I went to the kitchen and started cooking up breakfast, humming quietly as I tried to get everything done before they woke up.

  I chewed on my bottom lip a little worriedly as I thought of Perre and the pounding he gave the door as he’d tried to stop Marre and I from mating.

  Mad as Perre was about it, I was ecstatic, an overwhelming sense of wellbeing rushing over me at the rightness of the situation.

  I hurriedly set the table and brewed coffee, rushing over to the stove to check on the biscuits that should be about done by now.

  “Ahh, golden brown fluffy goodness,” I murmured as I inhaled the enticing aroma of freshly baked biscuits.

  I turned off the oven and started to get everything into serving dishes, hoping this was enough to feed two giant Cardanians.

  I was just about to put the food onto the table when two muscular arms scooped me up and plucked me up off my feet, an indelicate squeal renting the air as I flailed around, trying to grasp anything I could reach.

  My hands slid across the counter tops uselessly as I tried to grab onto them as I was hauled towards the table.

  "MINE," was Perre's snarled out greeting as he set me on my feet, bent me over the top of the table and pinned me there. The metallic sound of his zipper being lowered was the only other sound, aside from our harsh breathing, as he shoved my legs apart and positioned himself behind me.

  "Perre," I gasped on a breath as I felt him thick and long behind me, grinding himself into my bottom as he gripped my hips in his lower arms.

  He reached over with his upper arms, one snagging in my hair and pulling a little to turn my head towards him, the other going under my shirt and straight for my breast, pinching my nipple hard and then soothing it over with his thumb as I cried out.

  "Mine!" he growled quietly, vehemently, sounding less pissed than a minute ago.

  "Perre," I whimpered, grinding myself back against him, tilting my head a little more to the side to give him better access to my mouth.

  He obliged and kissed me fiercely, taking possession of my mouth as I gave myself over to him, my body lighting up like the fourth of July.

  I know I shouldn't be doing this. I mean, technically, I should still be mad at him.

  Still am, but he sets something aflame in me that burns me up inside, turning my brain into apple sauce, all coherent thoughts fleeing me at his sensual assault.

  Perre shifted and put himself against me, his shaft playing at the mouth of my sex, dipping shallowly as he pushed in and pulled out a just enough, just a little, teasing me close to the edge and then stopping just before I went over.

  His hand left my breast to play with my clit, rubbing it in tight little circles.

  I cried out as he stopped suddenly, pulled away and backed up, my unsatisfied body throbbing with unmet passion at his abrupt departure.

  Surprised, and a bit more than shocked, I glanced up and saw he'd put himself back into his pants and zipped up, walking over to the coffee maker to get himself a cup.

  "Perre?" I asked disconcertedly, confused, a niggling starting to tickle at my subconscious.

  Is he freaking kidding me?!

  What the hell?

  "Yes, heathen?" he inquired brusquely, his back turned away from me as he poured himself a cup, acting nonchalant about this whole thing.

  "What gives?" I demanded tersely, my hands on my hips, body still throbbing from the fierce arousal he'd brought out in me.

  "Just getting a little pay back," he tossed back carelessly, picking absently at the bacon next to the coffee maker.

  "Pay back? For mating Marre?" I scoffed incredulously.

  "No," he said quietly, "I'll do that later." He gestured with his coffee cup towards the table, then the bathroom. "That was for that," His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly, anger simmering in his gold flecked, brown gaze.

  "HUH?" I mumbled stupidly, totally at a loss.

  "The shit you pulled with the stuff in my bathroom." He glared at me, his face flushing with embarrassment.

  "Oh, that stuff. Heh, heh." I smiled crookedly, not bothering to smother it , chuckling a little as I remembered what I'd done to his bathroom last night, pulling my shirt down over my breasts as I realized the twins were still hanging out and about.

  "Sorry, forgot about that," I apologized halfheartedly, not sounding sorry at all. And I would do it again in a heartbeat, you ogre! I tacked on silently.

  I was a little too mad at him at the moment to care if I hurt his 'feelings' or not. If he even has any...

  “Let’s back up a moment shall we,” I said a little too calmly, putting my hands behind my back so he didn’t see me clenching them together to keep from strangling him to death.

  “You’ll get to that later? Later?!,” I ranted, pissed at him to hell and back.

  Perre lifted a hairless brow at me, but nothing else.

  Why do I have a funny feeling I don’t need to tell him how I feel, he already knows?

  “You threatening me, Perre?” I asked quietly, my voice hard and cold as I stared up into his face.

  He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but I kept going.

  “You would use sex to get even with me for a practical joke? Did I pretend like I was going to fuck you three ways to Sunday and back off? D
o you have a throbbing, aching erection from me pulling away from you and giving you the equivalent of the good old, middle fingered salute? Do I mean so little to YOU?!” I bellowed.

  I took a little too much enjoyment in the momentary unease I saw flit across his features, like he’d clued into the fact that he might have taken things a little too far.

  Yeah.

  Sexual revenge is a major 'no no' in my book. You don’t mess with someone’s head like that! Love making is off the table when it comes to getting even. I draw the line right there.

  Ahem, however, I silently amended, if he wants to be like that, then what's the saying?

  When in Rome...

  "Wanna play that game, demon lord?" I muttered under my breath.

  He set his coffee down and shifted restlessly from foot to foot, looking like he wanted to do or say something, but wasn’t going to.

  “I hope you choked on your conditioner,” I called sweetly, referring to when I’d switched his toothpaste out for it.

  I marched past him as I straightened my shoulders, held my head high and walked calmly out of the room, not uttering another word as I made my way down the hall.

  I walked directly to Marre's room, entering, shutting the door and then locking it behind me.

  I walked up to Marre and threw back the blankets and sheets, admiring all those glorious muscles as his breath puffed out, slow and even, nice and steady, from his chest as he slept on, oblivious to my naughty intentions.

  I climbed up the end of the bed and reached for him, my hands circling the base of his cock as it immediately popped up to attention.

  I sucked the thick, bulbous head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as Marre stirred and moaned, his eyes flicking open a slit to stare at me through dark slumberous eyes as he moaned again and caressed my face, urging me on as his eyes turned all heated, hot and hungry.

  His mating appendage started to slowly slide out, his breath hitching as I pulled back and ran my tongue over it.

  Perre started ramming against Marre’s door, and I smiled around Marre’s shaft, my eyes dancing with mirth as Perre bellowed at me from the other side, promising all kinds of retribution if I was ‘doing what he thought I was doing’.

  Marre stilled me and glanced from the door to me, then the door again as his eyes narrowed, staring accusingly at it.

  “Something you’d like to tell me, Mags?” he murmured questioningly, looking away from the door and the pissed off Cardanian he could hear pounding on the other side to focus on me.

  “Nope,” I whispered as I released him and grinned wickedly, cupping his balls in my hand as I leaned down and sucked the head of his shaft back into my mouth.

  Perre finally busted the door down, wood flying everywhere as he broke the door frame, the door still perfectly intact, the wall a gaping mess.

  He charged towards me, and Marre snarled at him warningly, sitting up as I froze, mid bob, Marre’s cock still in my mouth as Perre glared at me.

  The giant pink behemoth growled at me and I intentionally ignored him, sucking on Marre again with a glide and a lash of my tongue as I took him deep, relaxing my throat muscles to let him go down as far as I could take him.

  Marre clutched the bed sheets on either side of my head and gave a choked cry as I slowly let him slip out, sliding my tongue over the head of his slits, his appendage starting to slide free again.

  “Do I even want to know what’s going on between you too?” Marre panted out between moans as I pleasured him orally.

  I stopped a minute and barked out around the head of his shaft, “No,” at the exact same time Perre did.

  Perre marched around the end of the bed and gripped my hips, smacking my ass hard as he yanked his zipper open and dropped his pants to his ankles.

  He spread my legs wide and thrust into me, an almost painful plunge as he slammed all the way in to the hilt, my shocked cry turning into a moan he pulled out and slammed back into me, ramming himself in as hard as he could, our bodies slapping against each other wetly as he pounded into me.

  “You want us both, princess,” he hissed out as I gripped him tight, my inner muscles clenching as he rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings along my sheath, “You got it.”

  Perre pulled out and plucked me up, setting me on Marre’s very happy erection, pushing down on my shoulders to signal he wanted me to hop on.

  I did, Marre reaching for my breasts eagerly as he watched me through sexy, half lidded, slumberous eyes.

  Impaling myself on him slowly, I rode him at a leisurely pace, teasing him and myself beyond all reason.

  Perre disappeared and Marre set to work, leaning forward to nip at my neck, spreading his legs more to give himself more leverage.

  “Lean forward,” Perre demanded out of nowhere, putting his hand on my back and pushing a little until I complied.

  Marre kissed me hungrily, capturing my lips as Perre spread the cheeks of my bottom, parting them to put something cool there, his finger circling around my puckered hole.

  “Wait,” I burst out, breaking Marre’s kiss, uncomfortable with anyone touching me there.

  “No,” Perre ground out tersely, nipping at a cheek as he continued to circle the tight rosette.

  “You said you wanted both of us, Mags, prove it,” he barked out, his finger starting to penetrate my anus as I squirmed and gasped out in surprise at the foreign feeling.

  “Wait! Damn it!” Marre barked, glaring over my shoulder at his brother.

  Perre stilled his digit, keeping it lodged inside me up to the knuckle now, but not going any further.

  “No. She said she wanted both of us. She needs to prove it,” Perre growled out from behind me.

  “She doesn’t have to prove anything to us, Perre, so quit being an asshole!” Marre shouted, his ridges raising along his spine, the low humming of his whistling growing louder.

  Shifting gears, Marre focused on me and smiled softly, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear and kissing me tenderly as he looked into my eyes.

  Oohhh, this is soooo awkward.

  Hard to concentrate on you, Marre, my love, when Perre has a finger in my ass, but, hey, let’s give it a shot!

  I looked into Marre’s worry lined face and closed my eyes.

  Calming myself a little, I opened them again and focused on him as he tried to ease my mind.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, sweet heart, you can say no,” he said quietly, giving me a sweet, reassuring smile as he leaned forward and kissed me again.

  I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his lips gently coaxing mine, and tried to relax, something telling me Perre wouldn’t drop it until we’d done this, something to do with having a threesome being part of his problem.

  Maybe if we do this he’ll lighten up, I thought hopefully. Maybe it’s a part of what he needs to help him get past whatever hurts he’s harboring and projecting onto me.

  I took a deep breath and nodded, leaning forward to kiss Marre again, signaling to Perre that I was ready, that I was willing to do this.

  Not one for this particular kind of thing, I just hope Perre realizes I’m doing this for him.

  I gasped and clenched tightly around Perre’s fingers when he tried to insert two, the stinging of him stretching me there easing slightly, the more he coated his fingers with the cold slippery gel he was using and gently eased them into me.

  “Shh,” Marre crooned between kisses, “relax, goddess, and I promise it will get better.”

  “How the hell would you know,” I glared down at him, “You ever tried it before?”

  “No,” Marre chuckled, “guess I wouldn’t know, then,” he said and then groaned as I clenched my internal muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as I could.

  “Quit it,” Perre barked, removing his fingers and getting behind me, positioning himself at my rosette, pushing slowly in as his lubricated cock started to slowly but steadily slip inside.

  I gasped as the p
ressure of him pushing in there, the feeling of two cocks being put inside of me at the same time starting to make itself known.

  “I’m ready,” Perre announced- like maybe someone present and accounted hadn’t realized he’d shoved his monster into the wrong hole, my wrong hole- nodding his head at Marre.

  So full, I thought, giving a shocked gasp as my pussy clenched in delight at the dual sensations their double penetration incited in me.

  Marre pushed up into me as Perre started to pull out, a tingle going up my spine as wicked licks of lust pebbled over my body, zipping straight to my core.

  They kept this up, starting a rhythm with their motions, one going in, one going out, as they pumped into me, my body adjusting to the fullness, heat building up inside of me as they worked in tandem, hands and bodies synchronized as they focused solely on me.

  Not one spot on my body was left untouched, their hands never touching each other’s, though, as they moved together against me.

  “Harder... please,” I moaned, growing shockingly wet when they both growled and pumped harder, their fingers digging into me as they gripped me, picking up the pace as I grew wild, thrashing about and gripping Marre’s shoulder for leverage as I tried to push and pump back against them.

  Marre’s mating appendage started vibrating, letting me know he was getting close, my body gushing as he hammered into me, the vibrations against my insides sending me over the edge.

  I came, screaming out unintelligibly as I gripped them both tight, my internal muscles clamping down on them both as my body shot off, sparks of pleasure rendering my limbs to jelly as my body attempted to milk them both dry.

  Perre latched his teeth onto my shoulder, snarling as he followed, Marre shouting out my name, close on his heels, pulling my face towards him to kiss me senseless.

  When Marre’s body finished vibrating inside of me, signaling he’d finished, he flopped back against the pillows, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, and I tried to get my shaky limbs to work right.