Tamed for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  “All right.” And with those two words she relinquished whatever control she’d had over the situation.

  “She granted you a continuance, brother. Get your ass over here.”

  Tarlon dived onto the bed, ripping off his uniform as he went. Sintar crawled off her so he could undress and to allow Tarlon to kiss her, then they undressed her together. It was obvious they were trying to go slowly, to make the monumental occasion last as long as possible. Unfortunately, she was as anxious for the ultimate joining as they were.

  They knelt in the middle of the bed, kissing and touching each other. They let her stroke them just as boldly as they stroked her. She enjoyed the freedom, but soon felt restless. She didn’t understand the restlessness until Tarlon took her hands off his chest and passed them to Sintar. Sintar secured her wrists behind her back while Tarlon focused on her breasts.

  As soon as they took control of her body, the restlessness vanished. Her world was back in balance and she could let go. She rested her head against Sintar’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Tarlon caressed her breasts, sucking on her nipples and squeezing the soft mounds. The firm pressure of his mouth made her shiver, while his stroking fingers made her sigh.

  Sintar shifted her wrists into one hand so he could explore her pussy with the other. He petted her smooth skin and teased the folds, rubbing across, but not into her aching core. She wanted him there, his thick shaft stretching her inner muscles. He filled her so completely that she felt empty without him.

  But she didn’t beg, didn’t rush them. They knew her body better than she did. They would give her everything she needed and more.

  As if hearing her thought, Sintar suddenly laid her back across the bed. Tarlon followed her down, content to lavish attention on her sensitive nipples. Sintar moved between her legs, bending her knees and rotating them outward to make plenty of room between her thighs. She opened herself even farther, offering herself freely to her mate.

  She sifted Tarlon’s hair through her fingers, lost in the gathering pleasure. Anticipation made everything sweeter, and it felt like they’d been waiting for years, not days. Sintar covered her slit with his mouth and pushed his tongue deep into her core. She groaned, unable to remain still. She tipped her pelvis up, giving him better access to her depths.

  Tarlon slipped his arm under her neck and released her nipple. “Look at me, Nikki.”

  She opened her eyes, letting her mind clear as she met his intense gaze.

  “I love you, have loved you from the first moment I saw you. I am so glad, so fucking relieved, that you have accepted our claim.”

  “I love you too, never doubt it.”

  His mouth came down on top of hers, nearly as insistent as Sintar’s had been. And then his tongue filled her mouth, moving in and out with exactly the same rhythm as Sintar’s tongue moved in her pussy. It was intoxicating, the synchronicity, the sharing.

  Sintar rubbed her clit with his fingertips as he momentarily lifted his mouth from her slit. “Come, my love. Come for us. Come hard.” He bent again and lashed her with his tongue, making anything but surrender impossible.

  Pleasure gathered like a storm and burst with sudden fury. She arched her back and cried out against Tarlon’s mouth as her entire body shook with pulse after pulse of orgasmic force. Before the last ripple passed, Sintar flipped her over and began spanking her behind.

  “Hands and knees,” he ordered without halting the swats.

  This wasn’t punishment. She’d done nothing wrong—for a change. This was about power and authority. And pain. She admitted. The dark edge made her pleasure brighter, stronger. So she endured the discipline gladly.

  “Legs open,” he directed. “I can’t see your cunt.” She moved her knees apart until she felt her folds open. “Head down.” She bent her elbows and went down onto her forearms, pressing her forehead to the bed. “Lovely. Tarlon, look how pretty she is, all pink and dewy.”

  “I think we can make her even pinker, and even wetter,” Tarlon predicted.

  “I think you’re right. Why don’t you spank her pretty pussy, while I get her ass ready for your cock?”

  She shivered, the graphic exchange almost making her come. “I’m really turned on, sir. Do I have permission to come again?”

  “Greedy. Aren’t we?” Sintar laughed, but made her wait for his answer. He crawled up toward the headboard and reached into the nightstand. “Should we let her come, brother, or make her wait until she’s as desperate as we are?”

  “Let her come,” Tarlon said and Nikki wanted to hug him. “I want her nice and juicy when I fuck her with my tongue.”

  “You heard him, sweetheart. Come for Tarlon.”

  She didn’t care about his reasons as long as she didn’t have to fight off her orgasm. She hated it when they made her wait, even though she knew it made the pleasure stronger.

  Sintar returned to her side and pulled her bottom cheeks apart. “Even her asshole is pretty. How is that possible?”

  Tarlon slapped one inner thigh and then the other. “It’s called love.”

  The silliness made her smile despite the sensations they were creating. Her bottom was hardly even sore yet, but Sintar’s firm grip made it throb. He let one side go and drizzled lube on her anus.

  Tarlon spanked her thighs again, drawing her attention away from her ass. Had he decided not to spank her pussy? The next spank fell higher on her thigh, closer to her sex. No, he was just warming her up. She clutched at the bedding, tense with anticipation and dread. Pussy spankings hurt so damn bad. So why did she like it so much?

  His next swat landed on her slit, directly over her opening. She gasped, then drew in a deep breath, dispersing the pain through her abdomen.

  Slap, slap.

  She tossed her head, fighting back her screams.

  “Harder,” Sintar advised, pushing into her ass with two fingers. “I want to hear her scream.”

  Tarlon’s next spank was not only harder, it was directly over her clit. She screamed, shrill and loud. He spanked her again, and she screamed again, unable to stop the sound from bursting from her throat. Pain vibrated along her nerve endings, sinking deeper as the sensation spread. She panted, fingers clawing the bedspread.

  Sintar fucked into her several times, then left his fingers deep, forcing her to feel the fullness without distracting her from the pain.

  Tarlon spanked her ass, while the heat built in her pussy. Then he spanked her pussy, while the intensity built in her ass. She tightened her inner muscles, desperate for cock, needing release so badly her entire body trembled with the tension.

  Frustration brought tears to her eyes, then Tarlon bent and licked her throbbing clit, his caress bittersweet after so much harsh attention. She sobbed, unable to process the contrasting signals.

  “Come, baby. Come for your mates.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy and then licked her clit again.

  The stubborn orgasm finally released, unfurling like a flower in a hurricane. Her inner muscles ripped around Tarlon’s fingers, which tightened her ass around Sintar’s. The soothing spasms went on and on, leaving her drained and almost sleepy.

  They both withdrew slowly and rubbed her gently until she floated back down.

  She finally sighed and lifted her head. “That was really strange.”

  Sintar laughed. “Strange? I think we can do better than that.”

  She started to get up, but Tarlon grabbed her hips and shoved his tongue right into her doubtlessly juicy core. After fucking her for a few seconds, he paused. “You taste so damn good.” She thought he was finished, but he opened his mouth over her sex so he could lick all around as well as into her core.

  Sintar threw a couple of pillows behind him then propped himself up against the headboard and motioned toward his cock. “Suck me while he eats you.”

  She had to crawl forward a bit to obey, but Tarlon followed without protest. They both had such amazing cocks. Tarlon’s was long and arched just right to reach all the ho
t spots deep inside her, while Sintar’s was so damn thick she could barely fit him in her mouth. She’d never thought that size was that important until she met Sintar and Tarlon.

  Sintar wrapped her hair around his hand and guided her mouth onto his cock. She licked and sucked, but he controlled the motion, the speed and depth. She relaxed into the bobbing rhythm, trusting him not to give her more than she could take.

  Tarlon pulled away again and pushed his fingers back into her core. “Come, baby. I want to feel you come.”

  Happy to obey, she simply stopped fighting the orgasm building inside her. She came again with a strangled cry and his fingers fucked into her fast and hard, driving the pleasure even higher. She cried out as the sensations crested again. Had that been a second orgasm or just a continuation of the first? She’d never felt anything like it.

  “Enough.” Sintar pulled her off his cock. “Let’s do this. We’ve waited long enough.”

  He pulled her toward him and positioned her on her knees, straddling his hips. He pressed his cock against her entrance, then looked into her eyes. “You have to say it, love, make it official. Do you accept our claim? Do you agree to belong to Orellian pod until death separates us?”

  “I do.” The familiar phrase made her smile. “I accept your claim. I belong to Orellian pod until death separates us.”

  Tarlon pressed in close behind her as she kissed Sintar. Then she turned her head sharply and kissed Tarlon. Their mouths were still fused when Sintar pulled her downward, driving his cock deep into her pussy. Her inner muscles opened, accepting him, reshaping to fit him perfectly.

  “My turn,” Tarlon said with a smile.

  She kept her head turned, staring deep into his eyes as he separated her cheeks and pushed slowly into her ass. They’d done this repeatedly now, had even done it with Sintar in her ass and Tarlon in her pussy, but this felt different somehow, more vital.

  When they filled her completely they both wrapped their arms around her and closed their eyes. She closed her eyes as well, moving her neck to a more natural angle. She wasn’t sure what to expect, had no idea how a soul bond was formed. Then deep inside her mind she felt a tingle. The tingle grew and intensified, flowing outward in warm rolling waves.

  She sighed, abandoning herself to the feeling. Her mates began to move, slowly at first, drawing out together and pushing inward the same way. She let them position her, move her, all she did was submit to them and welcome them with her body and mind.

  A sharp sting intruded on her floaty lethargy and then intense sensations burst all over her body. She felt pounding need and aching tenderness, and yet the emotions weren’t coming from her.

  “I can feel you,” she cried happily.

  “I would certainly hope so.” Tarlon laughed. “I’ve never been harder.”

  “The link is active,” Sintar told him. “Lower your shields.”

  Tarlon did something and suddenly the tingling in her mind intensified. Energy poured into her and flowed throughout her entire body. Their thoughts and emotions became clearer, more individual and distinct. She could sense their personalities, not just the characteristics they revealed to the world but the elements of themselves they protected and suppressed.

  “Can you both sense me this clearly?” The thought was a little frightening.

  “There are no secrets between bonded mates,” Sintar confirmed. “You are beautiful inside and out.”

  Before she could respond to the compliment, they began to move. Their shafts drew nearly out of her passages, then drove back in together, always together. Tarlon steadied her hips, holding her body at just the right angle so they could both fill her in long, even strokes. Sintar’s hands flowed over her breasts and belly, her shoulders and back. He seemed to map her body.

  She’d grown accustomed to the fullness and the intoxicating slide over the past few days, but the intimate mental connection was new. At first it was hard to tell one from the other. They cooperated so completely that they seemed like one entity. But subtle differences became clearer as the pleasure intensified.

  Sintar pulled her down for a breath-stealing kiss and his energy surged inside her. Strong, protective, and fierce, he was steadfast and unshakable. He was her rock, dependable and true. And yet there was a darkness in Sintar, a hunger born of grief and the consuming need for revenge. This was the savage who needed to inflict pain. She recognized him because he was the mirror image of her own dark core. Birthed in the same fires, shaped by tragedy and loss, her need to experience pain made her Sintar’s true mate.

  Tarlon thrust with more impact, drawing her attention to him. Sintar’s intensity was all on the surface. What she saw was what she got. Tarlon, on the other hand, was filled with hidden depths. He presented himself as calm and carefree, but it was a mask. He was a watcher, always analyzing, strategizing. And threaded through his shrewd perception were ribbons of power drawing her deeper into the meld.

  She followed the ribbons, curious about their source. Reaching back, she pressed her hands against his thighs, centering her focus. He must have sensed her curiosity because his mind opened even farther, inviting her in, guiding her along the newly anchored link.

  Light appeared in the distance, glowing and bright. She didn’t understand until she neared and then she couldn’t look away. Deep inside Tarlon’s mind energy pulsed like a nuclear reactor, concentrated and lethal, yet strictly controlled, suppressed. This was his power, the source of his abilities. She cringed, instinctively pulling back.

  Don’t be afraid, love. I would never harm you.

  She wanted to believe him, but it was so obvious that he could kill with a thought. She’d had no idea he was this powerful, because that’s the way he wanted it. This was the reason for his mask, his happy-go-lucky demeanor. He hid his true intensity, so others didn’t fear him. Or see him coming.

  Releasing her hold on the link, she flowed back into the middle, surrendering to the perfection of their joining. Her mates were easily capable of all they promised. Now she needed to prove herself worthy of them. They thrust harder now, faster, making her gasp with each impact. She poured affection across the link, balancing their demand with tenderness.

  Her effort had the opposite effect. They thrust even harder, slamming their entire length inward with each forceful drive. She accepted their need, submitted completely, body and mind open and still.

  “Together,” Sintar cried. “All come together!”

  Her mates gave her all they had, filling her trembling body with their entire lengths and saturating her mind with tempestuous emotions. She offered herself just as completely, and the raging storm erupted in a flashflood of pleasure. They screamed in unison. Her core convulsed in hard rhythmic spasms as their cocks bucked and jetted, bathing her in hot cum. They clung to each other as surge after surge of pleasure blasted through their joined bodies and entwined minds.

  Sintar slowly rolled to his side, allowing the other two to relax as well. They were still connected, legs tangled, bodies fused. Sintar kissed her mouth. Tarlon kissed her neck and shoulder. Nikki fought to remain awake, so satisfied and happy she wanted to drift off into oblivion.

  “Why did I resist this?” she asked sleepily. “It was the most natural thing in the universe.” They chuckled, reviving enough to need a more comfortable position. Tarlon carefully separated, then Sintar reluctantly withdrew. She moaned, feeling intensely empty. “I was enjoying that.”

  “You can enjoy it again in a little while,” Sintar told her. “My legs were falling asleep.”

  Tarlon rolled onto his back, but kept his side pressed against her. “I wonder if LeAuntiez captured Zapt and the human.”

  “You’re thinking about work already?” Sintar objected. “I thought I was the workaholic.”

  The human slang sounded so strange coming from Sintar that Nikki smiled. “You both need a vacation badly, if you ask me.”

  “Well, we all know that’s not going to happen any time soon,” Sintar grumbled
. “But I can do a better job of prioritizing my time.”

  “As can I.”

  A silent pause followed as they basked in the contented afterglow. Nikki stroked Sintar’s chest with one hand and Tarlon’s belly with the other. It felt so good just to lie here, surrounded by their warmth.

  “LeAuntiez should be at HQ by now,” Sintar said. “See if he’ll answer an audio only page.”

  Nikki laughed. “That lasted a long time.”

  “Do you want me to wait?” Tarlon asked.

  “Go ahead. I’m dying to know too.”

  After a moment, she heard, “This is LeAuntiez.”

  “Was your hunt successful?”

  “Partially. The female is in custody. The male was not with her.”

  Apparently the line wasn’t secure. They were avoiding names.

  “Understood. I’m sorry my information wasn’t more helpful.”

  “It was extremely helpful,” LeAuntiez insisted. “Much can be learned from this female. I will let you know if I need your assistance in that regard.”

  “Understood.” Tarlon did not sound pleased.

  “Have you claimed your female? My podmate is anxious for that to occur.”

  “Please tell your podmate to stop worrying. Our mate has accepted our claim.”

  “Congratulations. I’ll spread the word.”

  “Copy.”

  Nikki spun in a tight circle and faced Tarlon. “Who is his podmate?”

  “Chancellor Savator.”

  “And why does the chancellor care one way or the other about the outcome of our courting?”

  She asked Tarlon, but Sintar answered. “Savator has always tried to lead by example. How can I convince others of the importance of bonded pods if my own pod is not bonded to a female?”

  That made sense, but it seemed rather superficial. “Is that the only reason?” She looked over her shoulder so she could see Sintar’s face. He’d rolled to his side and was propped up on his forearm.

  “I make better decisions when I’m calm and it’s easier to stay calm when I’m sharing pleasure on a regular basis.”

  That made her smile. Someone got grumpy when he didn’t get laid? How adorable.