by Claire Marta
This time, Malik was the first to possess her. Slipping an arm beneath her top knee as she lay on her side, he spread her thighs, wet himself on her juices, and eased his way inside, taking her from behind while Iosefa played with her hypersensitive breasts. His partner kissed her passionately, making her whimper and moan with need. He made his way down her body, adoring her breasts with his lips, her chest, her navel. Framing her abdomen with his hands, he kissed her where their baby was nestled inside and whispered to it lovingly.
When he dipped his head lower, Casey wove her fingers into his long, dark hair and chanted both their names. She came with a cry, stiffening, her body breaking, waves crashing, washing over Malik’s cock. wetting the front of his partner’s jeans and the sheets beneath them.
Malik turned her face and kissed her, a grateful benediction even though he had not climaxed. Easing out of her, he yielded control to Iosefa.
The Samoan opened his fly and urged her onto her back. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she opened for him beautifully. He rose to his knees and lifted her with him, impaling her on his cock like a pair of tantric lovers portrayed in brass. Yab-yum position, they called it. Mother-Father. It was perfect for them. For all of them.
Finding her clit, he swiftly brought her to another climax. She clamped her jaw and grunted her release through her teeth, bucking and writhing, her body undulating in Iosefa’s arms. But he was not finished. He renewed his attentions, lifting her up and driving in deep. Driving into her, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her body. Opening her eyes, she met Malik’s gaze and whispered what he’d been waiting to hear.
“Please? Oh, please….”
Malik stripped off his clothes, allowing her time to think about it, giving her every chance to change her mind. But their brave, beautiful girl had decided she was ready for this.
Casey wanted them both.
He opened their favorite coconut oil, scenting the air with its fragrance. Lubing his length, he fisted himself with one hand and prepared her to take him with the other. One finger, then two, then three. Spreading his knees to kneel behind her, he pushed the tip of his erection against her anus and eased his way inside.
Only a thin wall of tissue separated him from Iosefa. They possessed her fully, taking turns pushing into her welcoming warmth, advancing until a shared look over her shoulder and a nod of agreement gave her more. They surged inside, the feel of them making her gasp and moan, pulling sounds of passion from the depths of her being and setting them free, filling the air with her keens and her cries, creating a sexual symphony that was the sweetest of music to their ears.
She came again, squirting this time, drenching them both with her juices. Iosefa ground his pubic bone against her clit and grated his release, bathing her gravid womb with his seed. Malik was close behind. Gripping her hips, he tunneled in as far as he could go and came in her depths, filling her dark passage, shuddering until the last drop was spent.
They stayed joined for a long moment, making a mess of their bed.
“We should bathe,” Iosefa murmured. “The others will know what we have done.”
Casey angled her head. Malik could easily picture the look that she must be giving him. “Shower,” she quipped. “Momma needs to eat. Feed me, Seymour.”
Iosefa arched a quizzical brow and stiffened slightly, the light of jealousy in his dark eyes. “Seymour? Who is this Seymour of which you speak?”
Their wildcat actually giggled. “Oh, man. I can see the need for movie nights here. You boys have a lot of catching up to do.”
Malik slapped her sassy ass.
“Ouch! Hey—”
“Hey, what?” he growled in his true voice, making her as pliant as putty in their hands.
“Hey, Sir?” she ventured, moaning when he squeezed her cheek.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “We will shower, then eat, then we can discuss what to watch with the others. What movies will be best for them to learn to woo and win a mate?”
“I know!” she exclaimed. “The perfect one! It shows what not to do as well as how to win a woman.”
“And what’s that?” Iosefa asked, as curious as Malik.
“It’s a gem of a musical with one of the best dance scenes ever filmed,” she told them, already appealing to Iosefa with the music. Zana would like the dancing, too. “It’s called Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and you have thirteen here.”
They did—although four of them had already found their mates. That left three more sets of partners and their superior Tobias.
“Seven Brides for Thirteen Brothers,” he corrected, grinning. “It has a ring to it.”
Casey pulled their heads down to her and kissed them both. “That it does,” she agreed. “It most certainly does.”
EPILOGUE
The murmur of voices filtered through the walls of his lonely cell. Lying relaxed with his arms behind his head on the pillow, Ivan kept his gaze locked on the photo he’d wedged beneath the springs of the unoccupied bunk above him. It was a picture that his attorney had provided after some less-than-gentle persuasion.
His wildcat.
The woman he’d planned to break and keep before fate had intervened and she’d been taken from him.
Being held without bond in a maximum-security prison was a formality because of who he was. It didn’t stop his reach. Ivan had people. They knew to watch. To wait for his word. Not even these walls could halt his influence.
His thoughts returned to the day Casey had slipped from his control and the deadly shot he had taken. He hadn’t missed. He was certain of that. Yet somehow her lover had walked away unscathed. How, he wasn’t sure. A headshot should have been fatal. The interfering bastard should be buried in the ground. It was the second time that her lovers had escaped a bullet.
Caressing the contours of her figure with his gaze, Ivan smiled. They wouldn’t escape a third time. Nothing would keep him from this woman. His woman.
She belonged to him. He knew that in his bones. They were deeply connected.
What they’d started, he would finish. When he was done, he would have her on her knees begging for the brand of pleasure and pain only he could give her. First, he would deconstruct her life. Dismantle it, piece by piece. He’d remove her friends. Take away anything and anyone she loved. When she was as low as she could possibly go, with nothing and no one left to live for or save her, he would give her the punishment that she deserved and make her beg for more. He would mold her… shape her into his perfect slave. His painslut. His cumslut.
But first, he would make them pay for stealing her away.
One bullet at a time, he would watch them all fall.
The Order of the Phoenix
continues in Guarded Hearts Book 3
RAVEN
Coming September 22, 2020
SNEAK PEEK AT RAVEN
by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:
Cayden was just leaving the kitchen when she caught up with him.
“We need to talk,” she snapped. Catching his hand, she dragged him down the hall and into the infirmary. “What the feck is going on?” she demanded.
Cayden frowned. “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“They know,” she grated. “Casey. Morgan. The others. They know about us. What did you tell them? What did you say?”
The medic rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Ye’re nae gonny like it,” he warned. “We’ve been holding off, telling ye because of it, but there’s no help for it now, is there? Yer scent is enough tae make it clear that we’ve done the deed,” he told her. “Our kind can smell when a woman goes through the flux and her body is transformed. Ye need to talk to Morgan and Casey about what they went through, but Casey’s experience is like tae be closer. Morgan’s change was put off when she ingested vampire blood—”
“Vampires?” Raven stared at him, incredulous. “You’re telling me that there are vampires? That they’re real.”
He nodded, his green eyes as s
erious as she’d ever seen them. “They are that,” he told her. “One targeted Morgan. We killed it, but another one kidnapped her. We got her back and cleaned out the nest. We think we got them all now.”
“You think. You think? Jaysus, Joseph, and Mary! You should have told me!” she yelled at him. “Bloody hell! You and your mate could have told me any time, but you didn’t say a damn word, just lured me upstairs and had your way with me. You’ve changed my body without my consent. Now I’ve put my daughter in danger after thinking I was bringing her to a sanctuary. My ex kept things from me. I’m warning you right now, I expect full disclosure in the future or there’s going to be hell to pay. Do you hear me?”
She poked him in the chest to make her point.
Cayden released the breath he’d been holding. “Let me call Killian, then. Get him down here. If we’re gonny hae a heart-tae-heart, it needs tae be the three of us.
Zana was with Willow and Prince. Free to come, Killian joined them as soon as he could make his way downstairs. “What’s up?” he asked, picking up the tension in the air.
“She knows,” Cayden told him. “Or kens the start of it, anyway. She’s demanded full disclosure. It’s better tae hear it from the both of us than tae hear it from one and again from the other.”
Killian nodded. “Ye’re the medic. I’ll let ye explain the way of things.”
“We’ve told ye what we are, that these robes of flesh have four strands of DNA. When a fated mate is found, the introduction of sperm starts the transformation process to change her body, making it compatible, able to conceive and bear children.”
“I don’t understand,” Raven clipped. “I can’t have children. I told you that. It shouldn’t have affected me.”
“But it did,” Killian assured her. “We don’t understand it either, but we knew from the first that you were the one for us, the woman to complete us. The males of our kind experience what we call the quickening. It’s a physical response to a fated mate. Lets us know that she’s the one. We felt it with ye. We will not question God’s will. Ye were chosen for us. Transformed by us. But there are other things…”
Raven was seething at their disregard for her. “And you thought it was just fine to go and do it because it’s all in the plan?” she grated. “You gave no thought to what I wanted or the fact it’s not just me. Do you know how selfish that is? How arrogant?” She buried her face in her hands. “I really can’t deal with this right now. I should get Willow and Prince and pack up the damn car and get the hell out while I can.”
“Ye need tae listen,” Cayden told her, lowering his voice in a way that did strange things to her insides. Grasping her biceps, he pulled her easily to him. She wanted to grind against him. Use him like they’d used her. How dare they!
Raven struggled to break free, clawing at his arms deep enough to leave bloody scratches when he refused to let her go.
She went still when she saw the gouges healing before her eyes.
“Full disclosure,” Cayden growled in that voice of his. “This is a hint of my true voice. It has power… affects people in different ways. Mine will make ye wish to obey. Doctor’s orders.” He said it half-jokingly, but the man was deadly serious. “Iosefa’s will put someone tae sleep. The new mothers are sure tae keep him on call when the bairns get here and they need some rest. These bodies hae regenerative powers. Accelerated healing. Lack of scarring. But the thing ye need most tae understand is that ye’ll live as long as us.”
Raven’s solar plexus chakra closed tight enough to cause a cramp. “And how long is that?” she said, afraid to ask.
“Three hundred years, give or take,” Cayden told her.
“Three…?” She stared at him, caught in a nightmare that had just gotten worse. “You’re saying I’ll live three hundred years? And what about Willow? What about my daughter? You bastards! You bloody bastards! And don’t go using that voice on me,” she warned them. “I will never forgive you for this. Never!”
“Raven,” Killian crooned, trying to make peace. “We love you. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way or come between you and your child. We want Willow to be our daughter, too, the child that we wished for but will never have. Tobias said there’s a chance that she’s a fated mate for one of our kind, but Theo thinks her destiny lies elsewhere, with a fae princeling who’s waiting fer her to grow up.”
“You love me,” she scoffed. “You don’t know what love is. We had sex. We scratched an itch. Satisfied a physical need. I didn’t know you enough for it to be more. I still don’t.”
“Please,” Killian begged her. “We’re asking fer the chance to prove ourselves to ye.”
Raven felt anger, rage, but there was also lust. It was so fierce, she found herself responding before she was aware of it. Grabbing the back of Killian’s head, she forced his lips down on hers. There was no control. Just overwhelming attraction merging with her turbulent emotions. She wanted to make them pay for what they’d done. Show them that their desire was meaningless. Not if they didn’t have her heart. That wouldn’t happen now. Not after such a betrayal. How could she trust them?
Killian didn’t resist but responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Reaching with her free hand, she fisted a handful of Cayden’s shirt and drew him to her. Two mouths fought to claim her lips. Their bodies crowded hers until her hips hit the examination table.
Fueled by anger, driven by revenge, she grabbed Killian’s collar and pushed him into one of the two armless stack chairs against the wall. Reaching down, she judged his hardness and took him out.
“I want you ready for me,” she told him. Ignoring Cayden, she stripped off her clothes and knelt between Killian’s feet, giving him a blow job he didn’t deserve but that her body needed to handle him. When he was wet enough, she stood up and straddled him like a stripper about to give him the lap dance of his dreams. Taking his erection in hand, she stroked her slit with his glans, parted her folds, and sank down on his shaft, working it like a dildo, a tool for her particular pleasure.
It wasn’t long, she grew greedy for more. “You,” she snapped at Cayden. “Pants off. Cock lubed. On the stool and over here.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Cayden dropped his drawers and slickened himself up. Sitting on the wheeled examination stool, he did as ordered and rolled it between Killian’s feet. It was just low enough, he was shy of reaching her. Grasping her hips, he rose from the stool and found her star.
“No! Not there,” she snapped. “I want you both in my pussy. Bang my box like it’s never been banged. Think you can handle that?”
Cayden growled and showed her that he was up to the challenge. She rose partway up and held herself still while Cayden pressed his cock against Killian’s and worked his way inside, sinking his length into her, inch by inch until both men were ball’s deep inside her.
She lifted herself up and rammed herself back down. Killian groaned. Cayden’s stool went flying. She sank down on their cocks again and again, using them like they’d used her, coming once, twice, three times before the men shuddered to a finish inside her. Cayden eased out of her and grabbed some paper towels, handing them to her to stuff between her legs. She dismounted, tossing one of the towels at Killian to use. Finding her clothes, she started dressing, wordless, lecturing herself that she had no reason to feel guilty for using them as fucktoys. It was no more than they deserved after what they’d done to her.
“Raven,” Cayden crooned.
“No voice!” she snarled, shoving her feet into her shoes. “Not a word. From either of you! This was sex. Sex! Lust, not love. Now you know the difference. Don’t ever confuse them again.”
She left them without a backward glance and headed upstairs, blinking the sting of tears from her eyes, refusing to feel anything beyond the physical releases that she’d had. By the time she reached the fourth-floor guest suite, she’d sworn off all men.
“Out,” she warned Zana, giving him a look that to
ld him she meant what she said.
The Persian was confused but obeyed, shutting the door behind him.
“How’s Prince doing?” she asked her daughter, memorizing the picture the two of them made. She’d be the one consoling Willow when she watched her puppy grow old and die. Who the feck was going to console her when she lost her child?
Damn them.
Thanks to Cayden and Killian, she was doomed to outlive her daughter. They could take their tall tales of vampires and fairy princes and shove them up their arses. If they knew what was good for them, they’d leave them the bloody hell alone.
She was here for Casey and Morgan, but Willow was her world.
They’d be wise to remember that.
Raven (Guarded Hearts Book 3)
releases on September 22, 2020.
Order your copy at Amazon here.
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~ CLAIRE MARTA ~
A native Brit, I live in Italy with my husband and daughter. When I am not writing and drinking copious amounts of tea, I enjoy taking photos of my adoptive country, trying to stay fit with running, reading amazing books, and being a stay-at-home mother.
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~ NIA FARRELL ~
International Best-Selling Author Nia Farrell is four-times Golden Flogger Finalist and a founding member of the Wicked Pens. Dubbed “The Queen of Steam,” she writes hot sex and happy endings in multiple genres and subgenres, including BDSM, ménage (MFM and MMF), MM, reverse harem, paranormal, MC, romantic intrigue, and Mafia. Regardless of genres, ultimately, her books are about the healing power of love.