She heard Zion’s dark possessive voice coming from the doorway, then his quiet tread toward them.
“Brother,” Zent returned. His hands splayed over her butt.
“Mine, Wendy. You are mine.”
She trembled inside; Zion’s tone was so utterly dominant.
“I know what you want.” Zent spoke like thick smoke.
She didn’t see Zion, but felt his weight on the bed.
“I’m about to spill. Spread her for me.”
Wendy shivered violently an instant before Zent pried her butt cheeks apart. “No.” Her rush of breath held her fear and her protest. She sank her nails into Zent’s chest, and then struggled against his forceful hold. “Oh, no fair,” she cried out, as Zent’s rod impaled her sheath more strongly. “You’re not going to make me do this.”
“You’ll like it,” Zent gruffly promised. He widened her butt cheeks, and she felt the cooler air on the moist seam of her intimate flesh.
“No.” She dug her nails in more and prayed.
“You have to learn how to please us. Zion is going to start training you.”
“Zent’s right. You have to be trained,” Zion roughly purred, his desire raw and fierce. “Every part of your body belongs to us.”
“No, please.” Her heart beat so fast it fluttered against her chest.
“There are four of us,” Zion continued, his tone a commanding rasp. “Your sweet hole isn’t enough.”
“No. You’re going to hurt me.” Wendy struggled with all of her strength, but failed to loosen Zent’s grip. He held her in position so easily, her tears emerged.
“Wendy,” Zion uttered, his explosive lust obvious by the sound of his voice.
“Yeah, she’s got my rod back to hot steel,” Zent hoarsely spoke. “Take her ass. You’re dripping, right?”
“Yeah, about to spill a slow stream of cum inside her pretty little ass.”
Wendy whimpered, yet felt her kwim flood with juiciness. Surprised, she moaned in protest. Did some part of her want this?
Zion’s cock nudged the rim of her butt hole, his seed hot and thick.
“I hate you,” she spat. Hot tears fell on her cheeks.
“By the time we’re through with your ass, you’re going to love us,” Zent velvety purred. “Give it to her, brother. Show her.”
His leaking seed lubricating her rim, Zion thrust harder against her entrance. Gradually, he penetrated the opening of her butt hole with a careful, yet forceful rhythm. “Heaven,” he hoarsely growled.
“It doesn’t fit,” she moaned.
Desperately, she wanted to escape the pushing demand of Zion’s cock. She felt like she was being halved by an enormous spear, even if he hadn’t shoved himself deeply inside her.
Suddenly her kwim pulsed and twitched sharply. Wendy sobbed out her unexpected pleasure. Above her clit, the lush flesh of her mound hitched repeatedly, the erotic and ecstatic sensations flooding upwards. Moaning, she surrendered to the exquisite constant throb of her mound.
“Just my head, Wendy. This time. But you’re going to take it all in your ass. And I’m going to fuck you with it.”
Zion shoved deeper and she cried out, both her pleasure and her pain. Squirting his hot cum, he thrust faster and harder, stretching her butt hole unbelievably. Tiny jolts of bliss seemed to radiate from his cock. Wendy could only make strangled sounds of helpless pleasure. Filled with Zent’s brutally hard shaft and Zion’s pumping cock head, she drowned in the strange ecstasy.
“Take it, Wendy. Take me,” Zion savagely ordered.
“Drill her, that’s it,” Zent harshly rasped. “Make it slow, but drill her gorgeous ass.”
“Oh, yes, do it.” She whimpered, floating inside waves of rapture. Wendy took the measured punishment of Zion’s stabbing cock and knew she had been totally conquered.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me take you to heaven, too,” Zion hoarsely encouraged.
Heaven, the way Zion spoke it, crashed through her, along with the waves of her ecstasy.
“Heaven,” Zent echoed. “I swear I’ll never be the same.” Gently, he rocked his rod inside her sheath. “Zenith, here I come.”
Overwhelmed with the hedonistic joy of their cocks thrusting inside her, Wendy realized she’d become their willing captive, and was imprisoned by pleasure itself now.
“SlashFlame Kitten,” Zion roughly yelled, as if she were his zenith, his ultimate ecstasy.
With her dance name rapturously on his lips as his orgasm consumed him ruthlessly, Wendy glowed inside, enough to light up the night sky.
Yet, in the back of her mind, a worm of a thought niggled. Did Zion enjoy her more this way, as his lust object? Or when she danced? Somehow, it mattered to her, even if she barely recognized what she thought about.
Possessively, Zent squeezed her butt cheeks. His body stiffened, and he became a delicious steely statue beneath her as he bucked his rod faster, and then grunted with his orgasm. “Darling,” he called out, the moment he could speak. “My SlashFlame Kitten.”
“Mew.”
Her own pleasure poured like thick warm honey through her and felt like it had become her flesh.
“Kitten,” Zion softly answered her. Tenderly, he eased his cock’s head from her, and then moved to lie down beside her.
Freeing her butt from his grip, Zent slid his hands up her back slowly in a lover’s caress. “Zotorro is mentally calling me. You hold her, brother.” After touching his lips to her forehead, he lifted Wendy up, placing her in Zion’s waiting embrace. “Patrol,” he explained, and then rolled off the bed.
Zion looped his arms around her more completely, cuddling her against him. “It’s raining, a steady downpour. Enjoy,” he ribbed his brother.
Alarmed, Wendy drifted out of her euphoric haze. “Weather attack. It’s not supposed to rain like that now.”
Chapter Twelve
SlashFlame Kitten, Emerging Superheroine
“Zent’s gone, kitten. You’re right, though. Misty drizzling stuff this time of year, but not a downpour.”
“More weather wars?” Apprehensive, she restlessly twisted in his hold.
“Could be.”
He gathered her close again and stroked her soothingly. “We’ll know soon enough.”
“When Zotorro left,” she began, “he said he had a vision and was going to talk to Zavier about it. Do you know what it was?”
Zion released a sharp breath, warning her. “Yes. We discussed it. Have you heard of Mowzolinn?”
Wendy frowned, thinking. “Familiar, but I don’t recall who that is.”
“He’s one of the Black Force Elite—”
”Oh, I remember now.” Outrage boiled inside her. “His personal army scorched the northwestern coastline, using lightning storms created by his scientists. Then they wouldn’t let people leave...” Her voice was lost as the images formed in her mind. “So many similar horrors, I can’t keep track of them all.”
“Mowzolinn’s science team concocted the monster tornado.” Zion hesitated. “And his attacks on Chrontropolis have just begun.”
“Oh, holy crap, no.”
Inside, Wendy shivered as if ice cubes suddenly filled her body. Zion swept his hands over her briskly, warming her.
“We’ll figure out how to destroy him,” he promised, his tone formidable.
“Too bad I can’t spin my flame around him like a tornado. Watch him be consumed in a tower of fire. And become only so much ash.” Sparks tingled the pads of her fingers, then flew outward. “Oops.”
“You’re not hurting me, Wendy.”
“Nope, not a scorch mark on you.” Before she thought, she pressed a kiss where the tiny sparks had danced on his flesh.
“Wendy,” he began, a tender appeal in his voice, “don’t hate me.”
“I can’t help it,” she snapped. Scowling, she wiggled vigorously against him. A rain of fire from her fingertips popped against his chest as if it were a shield. Obviously they did nothing to him.
“You’re tickling me,” he teased. Grabbing her against him, he rolled her on top of him.
“It’s your fault if I hate you,” she crossly scolded. “Maybe, I should try harder to zap you into a blazing pyre.”
“Try as hard as you want, kitten. The only thing you’ll burn is the bed.” Amusement danced in his eyes, the emerald glints enchanting her. She told herself to ignore it.
“How do you know for certain?”
“Tickle me again, Wendy.”
His hands roamed over her lower back and hips, reminding her of what he’d done to her butt. Fiercely piqued, she dished out a challenging glare.
“Incinerate me.” His eyes gleamed darkly with passion. “You incinerate me.”
Scowling, she planted her hand on the front of his shoulder and concentrated on scorching him. Rapidly, she felt the fiery glow of her palm, and felt his skin warm. Yet try as she might, his flesh did not burn. She gave up in disgust, vigorously shaking her hair back.
“Holy damn unfair.”
Burning with temper, she shoved upwards. His arms prevented her escape, bands of steel-shaped muscle.
“Fair from my end,” he darkly teased.
“Your end didn’t get drilled.”
She enunciated every word as if it had been carved, then dared him with her gaze and the jut of her chin. His eyes luminesced to a brilliant beautiful green. Wendy inhaled swiftly.
“Do you worst, Wendy. Flame me. Blanket me with your fire. I’ve dreamed of you swirling your blaze around me as you dance.”
A sizzle exploded up her middle. Not her flame, she knew. It was her woman’s response to his fervent passion. “No fair, again,” she whispered.
“Truth, Wendy.” His eyes darkened as if covered by obsidian sheen. “You weren’t made for just one of us. Zotorro would never have been enough to satisfy your sexual needs. Zavier, he would have been enough, except he would have been working too hard at saving others and not been around every time you needed him. Me and Zent, we’ll be here, one of us, always giving you whatever you need. Whatever you desire.”
“Giving?” she scoffed. “Tell the truth. Taking what you want.”
“That too.”
He grinned with a happiness she knew was rare for him. Mentally she just shook her head, resigned to the tender twist of her heart toward him. Still, he didn’t have to know that. Not if she could help it.
Huffing out a sigh, she frowned. “You can’t just do anything you want to me, buster buttons.”
“Like what?” His gaze glittered with pure mischief.
“Like stick your rod in my butt.”
“You should see your eyes, Wendra. Turquoise wildfires. Dance them around me. Burn me.”
“Good donkey kickin’ grief, you’ve gone crazy.”
“Just completely crazy over you.” He caressed her back enthusiastically. “Even if you call me ‘buster buttons.’”
“You’re acting immature.”
“Am I?” He stroked more sensually. “You can turn up that cute nose at me anytime.” Super-swift, he touched a kiss to the tip. “God, you feel good laying on top of me.” He pressed a lingering kiss on her chin.
Wendy closed her eyes, entranced with his sweet impassioned kiss despite her best intentions to refuse him. “No. Bad Dark Hero.”
He tasted her throat as if he hungered, his warm sculpted lips delectable on her skin. Intoxicating her, he gradually dragged his mouth up to her ear. “I couldn’t have saved my brothers, or us, without you, SlashFlame Kitten, my superheroine.” He grazed her earlobe, the texture of his mouth undoing her and making her simmer exquisitely. “Do you want to know something else, my Wendy?”
She moaned, her own sensual hunger surprising her.
“You’re making us stronger.”
“Stronger?” She could barely speak. Her flesh sparked with sensations of her flame and felt decadent with pleasure.
“Every time with you, we gain in strength.” Slow and dreamy, his lips nibbled down the length of her throat, then nestled in the hollow, and rested.
“Zion,” she breathed out his name, feeling like silky fire. “Gain in strength?”
“Ummm, kitten. I did some tests.” He tasted her throat with a kiss. “Each time we take you, there is an organic change in our systems, which causes a small increase in our strength.”
“Oh, great. I can’t burn you down, while all of you just get a bit stronger.”
Zion ignored her complaint, brushing kisses along her collarbone. Moaning with the thrill sweltering through her, Wendy closed her eyes and remembered how often she’d dreamed of a man doing this to her.
Still, the donkey butt, she couldn’t let him get away with doing anything to her. “Buster buttons,” she uttered too softly.
“Wendy, your teats are poking my chest. My kissing technique can’t be that immature.”
“Not your kissing technique. That’s perfect.” With her breaths tumbling over themselves, she gazed down at him. “And your—”
“Your?” he prompted. His eyes smoky with desire, he slowly rose up and shaped his mouth to hers, kissing her simply, yet so exquisitely, she dissolved into steamy bliss.
“Your hair,” she finished as his lips separated from hers. “Long, flowing. Beautiful. I’ve always loved it.” She drew in a deep breath. “Damn it, you can’t—”
He cupped her butt cheeks possessively, halting her words. Emerald bolts of lightning flashed in his eyes, and seemed to strike inside her. “The power of your flame is growing, Wendy. I don’t need tests. I can feel it.” The patience of his tone belied the sheer intensity of his gaze. “That won’t change anything. We can. And we will.” He paused, his features fierce with resolve. “I will.”
“When did you turn so cocky?”
“It’s you, Wendra. You’ve made me cocky.” He quirked a tiny grin at her.
“Why? Because you can train me and my butt.” Holy delicious, did he have to feel so good? He was a masculine feast beneath her.
“Wendy, you won’t like this. I’m going to say it anyway.” He smoothed long strokes up her back, and his gaze turned storm-dark. “You have to know down to your last atom, you belong to us.”
Quaking inside more than she cared to admit, she said nothing. Silence seemed to be her only ally. Even though they’d all said that to her, in one way or another, the way Zion spoke it now—well, freeze the blazes of hell, she felt it almost down to her atoms. Or as a pain in her butt.
“You made me sore.” There. Let him deal with that. The humping alley dog. “And sticky,” she added, slicing him with her tone.
“Bend over, beautiful. I’ll clean and soothe. I’ve got just the balm for your precious butt.”
“You do not.”
“Yes, he does.” Zavier’s voice cut towards them, a blade in the dimness of the room.
Wendy struggled in protest for a moment, and then rolled her eyes. “That will be my life, tag-teamed by the Dark Brothers. You two are big furry donkey butts.”
“We’re your donkey butts,” Zion teased.
Playfully, he roved his hands up and down her body, his gaze twinkling. Normally, Wendy would have enjoyed tussling and rolling with him. Or both of them. However, she wasn’t in a normal situation, and these weren’t normal times. And, Heaven above only knew what they’d end up doing to her.
“Problem? Or is this a social call?” Zion asked as Zavier approached.
“Always problems,” Zavier barked. “The deluge is scaring folks. Hell, I don’t blame them. Some of the streets are already flooded. There’s no letup in the rain.”
“A weather attack?” Focusing on Zavier, Zion stilled beneath her.
“Could be, from what Zotorro saw in his vision. Or it could be fallout from another manipulation half-way across the globe.”
Zavier settled on the edge of the bed, his weight heavier than it should be. His worry acted like a yoke on his shoulders. The urge to reach out and comfort him filled Wendy. She restrain
ed herself, waiting for a better moment. If it occurred. Good blazing grief, she had no clue what was next, or what to do.
“Yeah, it could be a combination of factors.” Zion rested his head back on the pillows. “A result of the weather war, rather than a direct attack. Need me to go look at the incoming data? Explore the possibilities farther?”
“No, I need you to get some rest. Be up to heroic par later. There’s nothing new on your data streams. I checked.” With one powerful move, Zavier rolled onto his side near them. Slowly, he entwined his hand in the long length of Wendy’s hair.
“If anything significant changes in the data, the comline will let us know. I set it before coming up here.” Zion fondled her butt cheeks tenderly. “Balm?” he asked, then lifted a brow.
“Incorrigible dragonstud. I thought I’d be saying that about Zavier, more than you.” Wendy smacked him with her tone.
“You do bring out the stud beast in me,” Zion returned. He pecked the tip of her nose with an affectionate kiss, and then curved his mouth in a self-satisfied grin. “I love our Wendy, brother.”
A portion of her heart lurched toward Zion, startling her and scaring her. They already considered themselves her masters. How lost would she be if she fell in love with all of them? So in love she was merely a biddable bed slave to their every carnal demand.
“What’s wrong, Wendy?” Zavier’s voice penetrated deeply.
“Just wondering if I’m about to drown, even way up here, close to the rain clouds.” Why tell them her innermost feelings? She wouldn’t like their responses. And they’d only believe they were winning her over. “I think I need a bath. I’m still s-t-i-c-k-y.” She aimed her ire at Zion. “Unless one of you flying heroes wants to take me for a naked ride in the rainstorm.”
Zavier noticeably stilled, his hand slightly tugging on her hair. “Too cold, Wendra. And too many enemies. When it’s warmer, I’ll fly you naked in the rain.
She tingled wantonly from head to foot. Since her skin heated, only a fat donkey’s chance, Zavier wouldn’t know.
“Only if it’s not contaminated.” Zion frowned with concern.
“That could take years,” she shot back. Anything to ignore how much Zavier affected her. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “I’m all worn out from your piston action in my kwim and my butt. Both of you...no...never mind,” she sourly finished, and let her head fall on Zion’s chest.
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