by Tigris Eden
“I don’t think I’m going to make it brother, her skin tastes like pleasure, I didn’t know pleasure had a taste.”
Royce broke into his thoughts, and Ronin growled out loud.
“Tie her ass down, and be quick about it, or we’re going to have a serious problem.”
Belinda tried to look over his brother’s shoulder to look at him, but Ronin stepped deeper into the shadowed corner. She could see him if he wanted her to, but right now he was too worked up, too crazed with lust. He didn’t want to scare her. Ronin willed himself to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes, breathed in through his nose and slowly let it out through his mouth. Her scent continued to grow stronger and stronger as Royce cuffed both her thighs, just an inch above her knee and then secured cuffs at her ankles. She was still lying flat on the bed, and her chest rose rapidly as his brother told her how beautiful she was. Royce was better with words than he was. His brother had a way of driving women to the edge with just a series of heated sentences. Royce quickly removed her shorts and buried his head between her legs, he didn’t kiss her, or lick her there, just buried his head in the apex of her thighs and groaned. Ronin was going to be the first to connect with her, he needed to give her his blood. See if she would react the way every other woman did.
Ronin stayed in the corner and watched as first one leg was lifted and bent at the knee, a chain connected to the thigh cuff and then pulled to rest at the back of her neck where it connected to a latch on the headboard. Her ankle was next. Royce kissed her from her toes all the way to the crease where her hip and thigh connected. He latched her ankle to the foot of the bed rail and gave her enough slack to be comfortable. He did the same to the other leg until her she was open for their pleasure.
“All that’s missing is the fuck me pumps and the two of you in leather pants.” Belinda said. She was sobering a little from all the attention and to her this position must have been ridiculous, but not to Ronin. This was the perfect position for any man to pull up a chair and feast.
“I don’t wear leather pants,” Royce said.
“No?” Belinda asked as she peered down at him from between her legs. He was lying on the bed between her spread thighs and drawing circles on her thigh with his finger. He quickly jumped up from the bed and walked back over to the table.
“No, because that’s just gross for one Bells, and two, real men don’t like to have their balls and dick sweat. It’s not cool on so many levels.”
How was it that his brother could think of the most asinine things to say in the middle of something so intimate? Belinda didn’t look the least bit concerned that she was about to have her ass handed to him on a plate. Literally.
“That’s good to know, I’d always wondered.” She laughed.
That’s when he smelled it. It was subtle and faint. She was nervous, and she was scared. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, and by talking, she was giving herself more time. Time she didn’t have, because as he stepped from his corner, she saw him for what he truly was. An animal. One that was not only stalking his prey, but one who had no intention of letting said prey go.
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Belinda’s heart stopped at the sight of Ronin. She wasn’t prepared for the blast of sexual heat that coursed through her as he slowly approached the bed. Royce had stepped back, and the two of them had to have been communicating telepathically. Ronin emerged, fierce and dark from one shadow while Royce retreated. She couldn’t see anything, but his shadow in the darkness, and his amber orbs as Royce pinned her with his lustful stare. He’d told her he wasn’t going to take her and that Ronin would see to her pleasure. Why couldn’t they both take her? She wasn’t going to question or even try and reason with how that would be accomplished, or why she even wanted it. The two of them were a potent combination; separately they were just as dangerous.
The position Royce had put her in wasn’t uncomfortable but it made her vulnerable to their touch. Juices from her pussy flowed freely in this position and left her exposed in a way she’d never been before. Her arms were free and as much as she wanted to let go of the head board, something deep inside told her not to, that if she did, both men would be extremely disappointed in her lack of obedience. Gods, she wasn’t submissive by any means, but their actions and their words demanded her cooperation, and she didn’t want to make them unhappy. Bells tightened her hands on the head board and refused to let go.
Her body was dripping with need and sweat as shivers racked her body over and over again. She was so worked up, the anticipation alone would bring her to orgasm. Ronin stood next to the edge of the bed and removed his sweats. Ropes of hard, well defined muscles worked in a well-defined pattern that created Ronin’s masculinity. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and everywhere her eyes lingered was pure perfection. She tracked him from head to toe and back again. Her eyes landed on his erection that strained well past his navel, thick veins were pronounced, stretched tight over his length. She was more than impressed as it pulsed in front of her. Belinda pulled her eyes back up to his face and almost flinched. Ronin was trying to calm himself down. From the corner, she heard Royce whisper. “Easy, brother. She’s ready for you.”
She sure the hell was ready and then some. The bed dipped dangerously to the floor as if it couldn’t hold his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, back facing her. He placed both hands on either side of him and gripped the mattress until his knuckles were white. She wanted to reach over and touch him. She could if she let go of the head board and she was just about to move when he turned and faced her.
“Don’t take your hands off that headboard.” Ronin growled.
He stood then as if he’d suddenly collected his senses and faced her. He grabbed the base of his erection and began to stroke himself in long brutal strokes. Every movement of his hand elicited a sharp gasp from them both. He was so rough with the handling of himself. When he reached the tip of his head, he made a small cut on the side of his cock, and a small bead of blue, blood surged to the surface. She knew what was going to happen and turned her head to the side to welcome Ronin’s cock in her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Ronin began to feed her the tip of his cock.
The taste of him was an intense, bold flavor with a double shot of lust. Ronin’s cock was on fire as it pushed past Belinda’s lips, and when his blood hit her tongue, she didn’t hesitate to enjoy his full flavor. Strong masculine male, mixed with dark rich blood that tasted like heaven. She’d heard Feral’s blood was ambrosial. That the Gods themselves kept them as blood slaves for its aphrodisiac qualities. She didn’t know what to expect and was a bit hesitant at first, but she didn’t go out of her mind. Was his blood potent? Yes. Did it make her insane with lust? No. But she’d already been worked up so maybe his blood wouldn’t be as strong. Ronin stilled. But she didn’t stop sucking. She continued to suck on his length with slow, leisure movements. She couldn’t hear Royce anymore, she couldn’t hear anything at all. There was an explosive pounding between her ears and she couldn’t make out anything. She could only feel the length of Ronin’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She could feel every vein, every pulse of life force as she sucked and nibbled on his length.
“That’s it…. Deva take all of me,” Ronin’s voice was a harsh whisper as he guided more of himself into her mouth. She didn’t think she could take it all, but wasn’t going to try and deter him. If he went too far, she knew he would stop and think of her first. He was being exceedingly careful. Her movements were jerky and unpracticed. It’d been a while since she had a cock in her mouth. Ronin pushed in and slowly pulled back, dragging the tip along her lips. She wanted to move her hands, she wanted out of the thigh cuffs and rope, she wanted to drop to her knees and worship his length properly with both hands and all of her mouth. She wanted to control the situation and they’d taken that control from her completely.
“She’s ours.”
A heart beat later she was lifted and pulled closer to the edge of t
he bed. The ropes tightened, and her ankles were released by Royce. Ronin once again dropped to his knees. This time he didn’t kiss her, he didn’t caress her, but he did stare at her as he lowered his head to her aching pussy. Their eyes clashed, and she tried to convey without words how she was feeling. She told him to get on with it and the bastard smirked and shook his head no. Her body tensed with an overwhelming need that had built, and built until she thought she would scream with frustration. But then he put her out of her misery when he swiped his tongue through her folds in one long lick. Her thighs shook from her immediate orgasm, and Belinda let out the longest pleasure, filled scream that no woman, mortal or immortal, would ever recover from.
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Ronin’s mouth was on fire and his chest hurt like hell. She was theirs, she was truly theirs. She hadn’t reacted to his blood like anyone else would that wasn’t his mate. She’d shuddered, she even moaned as he had half his cock shoved into her mouth, but she didn’t go crazy. She didn’t burn up from the overpowering orgasm that should have rocked her entire being. Instead, she continued to suck him. The moment he realized that she was theirs, his entire reason for existing unfolded. He’d found his peace, his reason for existing and the overabundance of something he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit. Something akin to loneliness swamped his psyche until he was flooded with the knowledge that solitude was a thing of the past.
Ronin opened her saturated flesh with his fingers and continued to lick, thrust and suck the heated flesh between her legs. Her skin was free of hair and saturated with her juices as he continued to taste heaven. She tasted like fire and carnal bliss. She was a drug he would always be addicted to. He would gladly accept servitude if all he had to do was consume her for the rest of his life. He took her folds between his lips and sucked harder at the thought. Royce had long gotten up from his seat in the corner, and he could feel his brother’s desires, but he would have to wait. Right now Ronin needed to be inside her, he need to be so deep that he touched the pure heart of her soul.
Ronin stood and climbed the bed, he wasn’t a wayward lover, knew he owed her at least two more orgasms before the night was over, and he planned to do just that. But not in the way he and his brother had discussed.
“Untie her.” Royce said as he came to stand next to the side of the bed. Belinda’s body was still shivering from the aftershocks of her first orgasm, and Ronin made quick work of her cuffs and ropes, while Royce discarded them on the floor. His brother sat at the head of the bed and gently pulled Belinda into his arms. She was liquid and didn’t complain as he cradled her in his lap.
“That’s it?” Belinda asked sleepily. Ronin and Royce both chuckled at her remark.
“No, I’ve only started.” Ronin said as he crawled onto the bed at her feet. Royce was massaging her arms while he massaged her legs. When she started moaning, he rose above her and settled in between her thighs. Her eyes got large, and she tensed. He was big, he knew he was but in a minute that wasn’t going to matter much to both of them.
“Sweetheart,” Royce said as he massaged her arms. “I want you to hold on to me okay. Just hold on.”
Ronin pulled her under him and together they positioned her for perfect access. Royce was still at the head of the bed cradling the upper half of Belinda’s body while Ronin was poised over her, bracing his weight on his arms. He nudged her thighs further apart with his knees and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. This was the point of no return, that defining moment before all bets were off.
“Look at me Belinda.” Ronin stated softly. “Look at me Deva…. Look at me.” They watched each other with bated breath as he first slid just his head past her lips. Her body shook with each press and pull of his cock as he tried to work his way inside her. Royce continued to hold her, tried to soothe her with his words. “Easy sweetheart, let him take you there.”
Belinda whimpered as he slid in a little more, their eyes never leaving one another as heat, began to race up his spine and settle behind his eyes. There were too many emotions in her eyes, and her pupils were wide. Myriads of thoughts filled her orbs, and he wanted to close his eyes. He didn’t want to see what he was seeing on her face, there were too many things she was saying that she was accusing him of as he slid a few inches deeper. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them, but had given in any way, her eyes said. She wasn’t ready to be hurt again, but had opened herself up as a result of their constant pushing. Each thought that flashed behind her eyes made him ache. He’d never hurt her and he would make sure that she trusted them with everything she was and more.
She clenched and unclenched around his cock, making the breath leave his chest. She was burning him up from the inside, tearing him into pieces. She held his submission, his strength and his soul in the depths of her eyes, and as he slid all the way in he stopped. Everything around them, was nothing and everything all at once, they were suspended in a bubble of intangible emotions that he could not comprehend. Violet eyes locked with his in an eternal conversation that would always be the same. She wanted to know if any of this was real, whether or not they cared about her. Fuck yeah, he did. Words were being spoken, but nothing was said. Whether Royce could feel their connection as well, he didn’t know. But he did, and he was gone. So gone.
Chapter 14
There was a sexual storm inside her body taking her by force and every piece of that storm centered on the man poised above her. Ronin. Something wild and beautiful had just happened between them. Whether it was the girth of his cock or the poetry of their connection Belinda wasn’t sure; he was inside her, not just with his long, thick shaft, but also with something that touched a deeper part of her. Taking someone else’s blood was considered sacred among all immortals. Each of their bloodletting was ritualistic and different in their own right, but this was something else. This was something stronger and more powerful than just two people connecting on a sexual level. Maybe he’d given it to her, because of its aphrodisiac properties, but the results hadn’t warranted the effects. Jes had described what had happened once Royce’s blood had flowed into her body as uncontrolled craziness. What she felt from Ronin was nothing that intense, but so much more. Jes never talked about a connection, she’d only spoken of the need to have sex and more sex with Royce. What she felt with Ronin was nothing like that. She was connected to him on a deeper level, her spirit was connected to his. Maybe it had everything to do with them not being able to read her.
Royce was still holding her, massaging her arms and kissing her neck while Ronin moved the barest of inches. She could feel each pulse, each throb of his shaft as he twitched inside her. They both groaned when she clenched back. She wanted him to move, but he wouldn’t. Belinda turned her head and Royce was there kissing her, devouring her with his mouth. Two sets of hands caressed her heated flesh. She couldn’t think straight, she tried to reach up with her hands to pull Royce closer to her mouth when he grasped both her hands in one of his and firmly grabbed her chin with his other hand. He sternly shook his head no and then slowly kissed his way down her jaw to her shoulder nipping the sensitive skin there.
“Stay with us.” Ronin said again, and she hadn’t left them, not really, she was fully aware of being utterly stuffed past capacity as he slowly retreated and slowly pushed back in. He worked her lower half and Royce was attending to her top. More juices spilled around Ronin’s length as her body relaxed. She was close as insurmountable pleasure threatened to take her over the edge again, when his body slowly began to move. She wanted him to move faster, harder, with deeper strokes.
“I’m right here with you.” Belinda whispered into his chest as he slid up and down her sweat soaked body. The sheets beneath her were cool compared to the three of them. They were throwing off large amounts of heat and her back tingled where her bird lay. The claws that were wrapped around her waist flexed in time with each measured thrust of Ronin’s cock. Instinctively she squeezed, and he groaned. He still hadn’t lowered himself to her body, and she cra
ved the connection. He would briefly touch her but would move back into position quickly as if being too close to her was too much for him.
She barely had time to complain when he stopped and sat up on his knees dragging her body with him, keeping them connected at their center. He wasn’t moving fast enough, warmth started at the base of her spine and seemed to grow as he positioned her so that her thighs rested on his. His hands were wrapped tightly around her waist massaging her skin with heated strokes of his thumbs.
“Brother,” Ronin’s voice was a guttural signal and then Royce was helping her to sit in his lap. He smoothed hot hands down her back, and where his fingers touched her tattoo, she felt it on her corresponding body parts. It made her body shiver and her clit swell even more from over stimulation. A spike of heat shot straight to her core when she fully seated herself on Ronin’s cock. This new position allowed him to go deeper.
“Wrap your arms around his neck baby,” Royce kissed the back of her neck and then used his lips to place open mouth kisses in between her shoulder blades. The bed moved as Royce got up, but Ronin didn’t move, he held her tightly and gently kissed her forehead. It was such a simple gesture, but coming from Ronin was a tremendously big deal.
“I think… I think,” Belinda tried to say.
“You think what?” Ronin asked against the shoulder he was showing lots of attention to. She felt the tips of his fangs graze her skin and shudders began to travel the course of her body as she tried to adjust. Belinda lifted her face to meet his and what she saw took everything she ever knew about relationships to a whole new level.