Raven: Guarded Hearts Book 3

by Claire Marta

  The clamps had been attached for a few minutes now, pinching and causing continuous pressure signals to her brain. Cupping the globe of her breast, he weighed it in his palm, careful to avoid the jutting nipple caught between the jeweled jaws. Raven moaned softly, trying to shift in place when he massaged the flesh around the clamp. Mindful that this might be her first time, he removed it gently.

  She gasped, her expression reflecting a heady mix of intense pleasure and pain.

  “Ye’ve been holding back on us,” he growled, pinching the sensitive tip and making her squirm. “What were ye doing in the infirmary?”

  The dazed look in her eyes vanished, replaced with panic. “Checking through some… f—files....”

  Liar.

  Cayden knew they could look at her phone. See the damning evidence that would have her and Willow sent away. It was not what they wanted. Raven was his and Killian’s. They’d move heaven and earth to prove her innocence. Whatever she was holding back, they would have it today. Out in the open. Fully exposed, just like their female was now.

  Killian removed the clamp from her right breast, bending to suck the distended nipple into his greedy mouth. Raven groaned, her eyes rolling up into her head. They’d only begun to stimulate her and she was responding beautifully. Unfortunately, she still had that stubborn streak.

  “Let’s see what ye hae to say after we mark up tha’ pretty flesh of yers.” Cayden leered, diving into his role as captain. Retrieving the clamps, he discarded them on the tabletop and curled his hand around the handle of a flogger.

  Bringing it with him, he handed it to the Irishman. “I’ll let ye hae the honors.”

  Killian grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As ye wish, Captain.”

  Moving into position before the prisoner, he took up the correct stance. “Eyes on me, lass, and try not to move. If ye're a good girl, I’ll play with that swollen, needy clit of yers after.”

  Raven’s gaze fell to the piece of equipment he was holding with a hint of trepidation but she remained silent.

  The leather flogger he had chosen had wide, soft flails, perfect for impact play on breasts and sensitive flesh. Killian started swinging it, bringing it down over and over in rhythmic motions across her chest, the sensations causing her endorphin levels to build. He did it with such flair and accuracy, he soon had her panting and writhing.

  “Why were ye in the garage this morning?” Cayden asked, aroused beyond belief. He could smell Raven’s musky scent and knew what they were doing to her was igniting her desires. They were fulfilling her secret fantasies. Ones that she’d only read in books or envisioned in her dreams.

  And the scene was far from over.

  “I…, please…! I can’t tell you!” she cried out, the flails lashing her left breast.

  “Ye can and ye will,” Killian told her, halting in his task.

  Tossing the flogger aside, he dropped to his knees before her. Removing the clamp holding her clit hostage, he placed his mouth over her pearl.

  She cried out hoarsely, first in pain, then with need.

  Palming his growing erection through the front of his breeches, Cayden watched his partner pleasure their mate with his mouth. He ravaged her, sucking, nipping, fucking her with his tongue.

  Raven strained against the rope that bound her hands above her head, whimpering, craving release.

  “Talk,” Cayden demanded, his voice gruff. “Ye ken ye hae nothing tae fear from us. We need ye tae give it up. Tell us what’s going on wie ye. Help us tae understand.”

  Their female sobbed, “No.”

  Both men growled in frustration.

  Sitting back on his heels, Killian abandoned her pussy.

  “Don’t stop,” Raven pleaded.

  Using his knuckles to wipe his lips clean of her juices, he ran the tip of his finger over her mound. “Ye need to earn it first. An orgasm for words.”

  Damn the woman, she refused to speak. Raven closed her eyes instead, trembling with the emotions they’d unleashed within her. She was fiercely protecting whatever lay at the heart of all this. Her strength and courage were unbending.

  Undeniable.

  And unwise. They couldn’t begin to help her until they understood the forces that were driving her.

  Cayden nodded at Killian. They would have to continue until they broke through. Got her to confess whatever weighed so heavily on her soul.

  Mindful of the hook in her arse, Cayden fondled her breasts from behind, pinching and teasing them. “Ye’d like tae come, wouldn’t ye, lass?” he murmured seductively in the shell of her ear. “Hae ours cocks buried deep inside ye, branding ye as ours. Owning ye. No muir aching in yer lonely bed. Nae when ye're wie us. All ye need tae do is tell us what we want....”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Raven tugged on the ropes that bound her wrists, desperation warring with despair. She couldn’t tell them what they wanted to hear… couldn’t confess what weighed so heavily on her mind without endangering her child.

  But, Jaysus, she was so… so tempted.

  Her clit and nipples were still sensitive from the clamps. The skin on her chest stung from the leather falls of the flogger that Killian had used on her. She couldn’t imagine the effort they’d gone to, recreating a scene from Bound by the Pirate King. She’d never had a man do so much to impress her, not even Michael, God rest his soul.

  Loneliness welled within her, making her heart ache as much as her body. Standing behind her, Cayden tormented her nipples, crooning in her ear, promising things that she dared not dream of but oh, how she wished….

  “Still nae talking?” He sighed in disappointment when she remained silent. “Ye’ll nae be wanting an orgasm, then? One of many if we get our way.”

  Raven squirmed under his teasing touch, aware of Killian still on his knees at her feet. Resting his hands on her thighs, the Irishman caressed upwards until he bracketed her womanhood between his palms.

  “I bet ye’d like another lashing with my tongue, wouldn’t ye, wench?” Tilting forward, he nuzzled her pussy lips.

  Hoping that he might take pity on her and do just that, she pushed her pelvis forward and her head back, trying to compensate for the anal hook still buried in her arse.

  All it did was drive it deep, making her feel everything more.

  Raven whimpered. Cayden’s silky chuckle rippled across her ear. “What a wanton little wench ye are. Greedy fer something ye hae nae yet earned. Words fer orgasms. Ye’ll nae get one without the other. Sing fer us, and we shall make ye scream wie pleasure.”

  “I can’t!” Raven wailed in distress. They were torturing her out of her mind. How long did they intend to keep this up? Until she broke? Turned into a babbling mess, ready to explode?

  Drawing back his head, Killian abandoned her clit, leaving her wet and swollen and needy. Standing up, he looked at Cayden. “I’ve had no luck with the prisoner, Captain. Mayhap ye should have a go?”

  The men traded places, Killian stepping into place behind her while Cayden came to her front. Fisting her bound hair, the Scotsman carefully held her head in place. “Ye’ll nae get our cocks until ye talk but let me show ye what ye’re missing.”

  His lips found hers, plundering and savage. When she gasped for air from his sensual assault, he took advantage, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Cayden was like a storm, overwhelming her, taking hold of all her senses. Everything else around her dimmed, leaving her focus on the kiss. When he finally allowed her to come up for air and stepped aside, she found his partner waiting.

  Closing the distance between them, the Irishman claimed a kiss just as wild and conquering as his partner’s. His tongue mated with hers, entwining and dancing. If Cayden was a storm, Killian was a tempest, drowning her in such an intoxicating way, he made her toes curl.

  She felt Cayden’s hands do something with her hair, putting pressure on the anal hook then releasing it. He unbound the rope that tethered the two and pulled the hook from her arse. But he wasn’t don
e. While Killian kissed her and fondled her breasts, Cayden replaced the hook with a string of anal beads in graduated sizes.

  She shook, bound, helpless under their sensual assault. The Irishman shoved a hand in her crotch, found her slit, and pushed inside, fucking her with his callused fingers. The Scotsman bit the back of her neck and nuzzled the side, catching her ear in the cage of his teeth and tugging on it. Killian fisted her hair with his other hand, allowing Cayden to lay claim to her breasts while his erection dug trenches in her back.

  The pressure grew. Killian shifted angles to hit her G-spot, making stars dance behind her eyes. She was nearly mindless, keening with desperation and in need of release that they refused to give her.

  Cayden growled in her ear. The sound resonated through her being, down to her very core, pushing every secret to the surface and sending them spilling from her tongue. She told them about the texts. What was said. What she’d done. She cried. Sobbed. Hot tears poured down her face, drowning her with helplessness, guilt, and fear. She’d put her child and herself in danger by confessing but she was helpless to keep silent any longer. She had been compelled to tell them. They’d left her no choice.

  Raven expected anger. Harsh words because of her betrayal. Instead came tender, gentle kisses and whispered murmurs of reassurance reminding her that she wasn’t alone anymore. They’d protect her. They would keep Willow safe from harm.

  Gratitude swelling, she accepted their loving caresses and embraced their whispered promises that all would be well.

  “Ye sang, little bird,” Killian crooned, brushing the backs of his knuckles down her bare sides. “Now fer yer reward.”

  The beads in her arse heightened her senses and Killian knelt at her feet, parted her folds, and licked her slit, tasting her, teasing, finding her clit, and stimulating it with fingers and tongue. The familiar pressure grew, building, her core tightening with need. Fastening his mouth over her nub, he inhaled sharply and sealed them together with searing suction, driving her to the edge of oblivion and sending her spiraling into it. Her pussy gushed, walls spasming when Killian drove inside, impaling her on his erection where she stood, the anal beads making her that much tighter. He surged into her, hips snapping, pelvis thrusting, impaling her on his length. He was as ruthless as a pirate, plundering her treasure, demanding that she yield her all and rewarding her when she did. He wrung another orgasm from her and brought her to the brink of a third when Cayden started pulling the anal beads free. The last one sent her over the edge, juices shooting out to bathe Killian’s cock and run down her thighs.

  Cayden replaced the beads with his erection, lining up the head and pressing against her pucker, pushing onward until his glans had breached the first and second rings. He tunneled in, only a thin wall of tissue separating him from Killian while they fucked her.

  Caught between them, Raven accepted every last drop of pleasure they gave her. Moaning, groaning, she begged for more, only for them to oblige. By the time both men found their releases, she’d had a dozen more orgasms.

  Killian gripped her hips tightly, jacking into her a few more times before coming with a shout. Cayden followed him over with a powerful thrust and a male sound of satisfaction.

  Raven hung between them with her hands still bound above her head to the beam. She felt boneless, floaty. Filled with a strange sense of unreality. The men gently pulled out of her, spent, their cum leaking from her body.

  “Easy now, lass,” Cayden told her when she tried to move. “Let us see tae ye.”

  Killian kept a steadying arm wrapped around her waist, while Cayden grabbed some towels, freed her ankles, and cleaned her up. Next came the ropes. Releasing them from the beam overhead, they unbound her wrists and examined her, checking for color, feeling, and range of motion, making certain they hadn’t done damage to the nerves.

  Legs shaky, Raven almost folded to the floor but Killian was there to catch her. Sweeping her up into his strong arms, he lifted her easily and carried her to the bed.

  When both men joined her on the mattress, Raven buried her face in the pillows in shame.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I needed to protect Willow. They said they’d hurt her if I didn’t give them what they wanted. They told me not to tell anyone and swore they would know if I did.”

  Lying by her left side, Cayden stroked her hair. “You could hae trusted us, lass.”

  Raven lifted sad eyes to his concerned ones. “How was I supposed to risk it? Now that you know, I’ve put her in even more danger.”

  A lone tear escaped the corner of her eye, rolling down her trembling cheek.

  Cayden scowled. “Ye think we willnae protect ye? Ye're our mate, accept it or no. We’d die tae see ye both safe and happy. I dinnae say these things lightly.”

  Echoing his sentiments, Killian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tobias needs to be informed of all you’ve told us. The entire cadre will be on alert.”

  She shuddered to think what their superior would say. Would he be just as understanding or turn cold toward her?

  Cayden’s hand moved up to cup her breast. Pinching the nipple, he kept the pressure up until she groaned and squirmed.

  “Did ye like our roleplay, wench?” he smirked with a wink.

  Realizing he was trying to distract her from her anxiety and worry, Raven nodded. “You’ve read Bound by a Pirate King.”

  His expression morphed into a mock leer. “Aye. It was very enlightening, along wie the rest of your library.”

  Fondling her other breast, Killian grinned at her. “Cayden says ye have quite a selection we can choose from. We can’t wait to play out the others. Although we’re going to have to get imaginative with some of them.”

  Raven’s cheeks heated until they felt beetroot red.

  Jaysus.

  How much did they know of her guilty pleasures? Not just her collection of pirate romances, but alien ménages, several with tentacles. Dark romances, vampires, beast-men, MC shifters, reverse harems—the list was endless. It had started with a book that Darcy had loaned her and spiraled from there. Like many other women, she found those genres a turn-on. Losing herself in stories with hot-blooded heroes had saved her during a cold, heartless marriage. She continued to enjoy them, eagerly waiting for her favorite authors to release new titles.

  Killian and Cayden were willing to take it one step further, playing out her fantasies and bringing her favorite characters to life. They’d blown her away this evening with their pirates, even if it had been used to get information out of her. She couldn’t wait to see what they came up with next.

  That thought stopped her. Was she willing to give this thing between them a chance? Did she dare try, knowing she could never give them what they wanted? They were here to mate and procreate. Yet both men swore that they were meant to be together and were happy to have Willow as the daughter they would share. Two fathers to guide her, teach her, love her. Two men who’d give her far better role models than Colin Burke, exhibiting strength tempered with gentleness. They’d shown that they were sensitive to her needs and had proven that they would see them met.

  Killian and Cayden offered her water and cuddled her close. After a while, they stirred enough to use the ensuite, located through a hidden door in the dungeon. The shower with its frosted glass walls was roomy enough for all three of them. Ordering her to stand still, the men washed Raven from head to toe, using scented soap to lather her skin. Rinsing her off, they dried her thoroughly with a soft, plush towel. By the time they finished, she was tingling all over.

  “Here,” Killian rumbled, pulling the stopper from a hand-blown glass bottle of oils. Pouring some in his hands, he rubbed it into her skin, massaging her muscles after being trussed and hobbled. It wasn’t meant to be a sensual massage but that’s what it felt like, the aroma of the oils serving to heighten her senses, making her want to melt into him… into them both. Their special oils seemed as magical as their voices, making her want to do things that were out of cha
racter. She’d sworn off men, and here she was, having sex with two of them.

  And they weren’t even men. They were something much more. Gargoyle shifters. Guardians of mankind now pledged to protect Willow and her.

  Raven wondered what it would be like to be with them in their true forms.

  Jaysus.

  It made her dangerously curious. Stowing the thought, she dressed while the men threw on their pirate clothes.

  “Darcy’s downstairs watching over Willow,” Killian informed her. “We didn’t want ye to worry while ye were up here.”

  Knowing her cousin, her imagination would be going wild, wondering what they were up to. The questions would be endless.

  Cayden paused from fastening his breeches. “We should see Tobias first.”

  Dreading it, Raven hoped that they would spare her. “Please, would you speak to him? I’ve told you everything. I swear I’ve held nothing back. I’m not sure I can face him right now. I’ll show you the texts. Maybe someone here can use the number and trace it.”

  So much had happened in a short space of time. Still processing emotions and torn by mixed feelings, she felt fragile and unsure. Fearful of what might happen next and praying it was nothing bad. Maybe avoiding Tobias was cowardly, but she just didn’t feel up to it. Having opened up to Cayden and Killian, she was too vulnerable right now.

  Cayden pursed his lips in consideration, his gaze searching her face. “Alright. Zana can make use of it, and ye’ve been through enough. Stay within the walls and grounds. No wandering off.”

  “I think I’d just be happy to see Darcy and Willow right now,” Raven confessed. “I’ve had enough excitement for today. Unless a client calls with an emergency. Then I’ll have to go.”

  Dressed, Killian moved to the door, opening it for them. “Aye, well, if that happens, ye’ll inform someone where ye’re heading and how long ye expect to be gone. Wherever ye go, we’ll have someone there keeping an eye on things.”

  From above or from below? she wondered. Knowing them, it could be either or both. Colin’s goons made her feel intimidated. The cadre made her feel protected. Watched over rather than watched.