Since entering earth, she’d discovered mankind was plagued with evil; it even festered among their youth. Their justice system lacked conviction, but Sameya wasn’t bound by the human law’s sense of fair play. While here on her mission, she’d taken out several amoral individuals.
Empress E’Neskha trusted Sameya to locate the would-be assassin, and she would complete her mission. A couple of so-called mates wouldn’t distract her or stand in her way.
“Where are you?” The witch’s voice trembled.
Smart girl to fear me.
“Here.” Her voice projected across the room and the other woman turned toward the sound. “But I’m really here.” Sameya laid her palm on the witch’s bare shoulder and overpowered her with siren magic. “Mine.”
The enchantress’ lips parted in a gasp as she spun about, while Sameya fizzled into view allowing her invisibility to drop.
Sameya trailed a finger along the girl’s jaw. “Sit.”
Her new pet slumped onto the sofa, gawking at Sameya.
“What’s your name?”
“Kat.”
“How old are you?”
“Four hundred twenty-three.”
She could see the frustration and questions burning in the girl’s teal eyes. “Speak freely.”
Kat gulped. “Why would you serenade me?”
“You helped enslave me.” She indicated the choker about her neck. “But that’ll cease soon.”
“The magic’s good for a month. It won’t drop before then.”
“It is nil when Maximus is dead.”
“You killed him?” Kat paled at the idea.
“No.” Sameya shook her head. “He will be dead soon, though. I serenaded the tiger and set him on the vampyr.”
“They’re your mates!”
“Not going to happen.” Kat’s stricken expression articulated her confusion without the need for words. “Mate is a polite word for master. When a siren mates, the female is serenaded, and loses her freedom. I will not allow that to happen to me.”
Why’d she confess that, when she normally hoarded siren secrets? She had no idea, but she did know she would never give her spouse complete control over her. No way would she forfeit her liberty simply for the elusive orgasm. Nothing could possibly be that good.
“They aren’t like that. Maximus and Gabriel won’t want to control you.”
Anger spiraled up her spine. Sameya ground her back teeth to resist retaliating against Kat. “Maximus. Already. Does. Control. Me.” She jerked hard on the choker. “Thanks to you.”
“On your knees, bitch.”
Sameya bristled at the sound of the British voice behind her, but went to her knees. “How’d you survive?” The tiger should’ve bested the vampyr. They were superior fighters. Goddamn! What was she to do now?
“Release Kat from your serenade.” Oh, he sounded angry, very angry. Good! She was pissed that he subjugated her!
How she despised him for his control over her. Unable to disobey, she connected with the mental constraints she’d bound to the witch and cut through them. Kat sagged as if actual ties had been severed.
“Be careful, Maximus. You have no idea how powerful her magic is.” The witch rubbed her temples.
“Proceed with caution, Kat.” Sameya glared at the woman. “When this is over—”
“Enough!” Maximus stepped in front of her. Capturing her gaze with his glowing green vampyr eyes, he hooked two fingers beneath the necklace and jerked her a little straighter, the jewelry pinched the back of her neck. A cut on his brow healed as she watched. The evidence of clawed material indicated he’d survived an attack. “Come, my little reaper. You have a tiger to release and an orgasm to experience.”
Chapter Nine
Maximus watched Sameya pale at the mention of an orgasm. He’d never met anyone that didn’t greet a climax with eagerness, but sirens were unique among the paranormal castes and the most powerful of all mystic creatures. Their kind ruled Atlantis. They could’ve run the universe, but they were obligated to the survival of mystics. They were the jailers, the assassins, and the sin-eaters for the diversity of the supernatural.
Conflicting emotions migrated through him. He wanted to redden her backside with a long and well-needed spanking, but he wanted to see her expression when she came for the first time. To have discovered she would be enslaved to the one who gave her such pleasure surprised him. He wouldn’t want to be anyone’s slave either. But…she held no qualms about chaining others to her domination.
“We’ll release Gabriel from your serenade first. On your feet, Sameya.”
“I hate you.” She knocked at the arm that had two fingers locked around the jewels encircling her throat.
Holding tight, he yanked her against his body by the necklace, angled his hand beneath her chin, and forced her to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. “At the moment, the feeling is mutual.”
She was so tiny pressed up against him, the top of her head reached only his shoulders, but his dick responded like a flash fire. Flaccid one moment, and hard a second after she connected with his frame.
“Maximus, go easy on her.” Kat gripped his arm. “She’s your mate and scared.”
He was no fool. He knew she was frightened. Being held against her will went against her nature. Sameya used all available resources to gain her freedom. He’d do the same in a similar situation. The problem they had was convincing her she was better off with them.
“Don’t tell me how to treat my mate, Kat.” A gruff statement uttered to keep Sameya guessing. He wouldn’t harm her, but more could be gained if she didn’t know it yet. Besides, he figured she’d consider an orgasm detrimental to her well being, especially in light of what she’d just revealed. “Follow me.”
Maximus tugged on the collar and led her out of the room. “Lucky for you we had a vault installed in our floor.” They’d used it several times to lock their bounty into after capture before transporting them to their employer. He’d never thought to use it against his lover. “Otherwise, I’d probably be dead.”
“Lucky for you, don’t you mean?”
Employing his vampyr speed, Maximus spun and shoved her against the wall. A hand captured her hip, and he elevated her until they were at eye-level. The fingers hooked in her choker released and encircled her throat. “Spread your legs, Sameya.”
“Don’t,” her voice trembled.
“Do it.”
She obeyed, but turned her head aside as she executed the movement. Maximus moved into place between her thighs and released the pressure on her hip, so her pussy snuggled against his cock. His pelvis was all that held her in place. She gasped, eyes rounding before clenching the lids shut.
“Look at me.”
She whimpered, but turned her head toward him. Her eyelids flickered upward. Wary amethyst returned his perusal. Such a unique and amazing color, coupled with her dark complexion and red and black striped hair, she was stunning. Her lush figure was made for seduction. Maximus could not wait to sink into her body.
“You ever turn Gabriel against me again and I’ll beat you.”
“You try it, leech, and I’ll annihilate you.”
“Forgetting so soon who is in control?” He tweaked her collar. She blanched. “If I told you to go to your knees and suck my cock, you’d do it without a blink.”
“No gentleman would force a woman to perform sexual acts.”
“Don’t make the mistake of comparing me to your elite Atlantis society, my fuckable reaper. I’m no gentleman. In fact….” he ran his thumb along the pulse in her neck; it beat wildly against his pad. “Allow yourself to pretend my mouth is between your legs. Feel my tongue licking you, as if I am really there. Get very close to climaxing, but stop before going over the edge.” She’d come with him and Gabriel, but not because of some fantasy-induced release.
Sameya blinked. She shifted and froze with a tiny squeal when his erection nestled perfectly against her folds.
“Are yo
u pretending?”
“No.” Staring at his mouth, she licked her lips. “I can’t. I have nothing to compare your suggestion to.”
“Pity.” He’d rectify that immediately. Maximus stepped away from her and watched her slide down the wall. Her shaky legs almost gave out when her feet touched the floor. He’d rattled her, and that pleased him. Withholding a grin, he wrapped his fingers in her jewelry once more and led her back to his bedroom. Inside the room, he slammed and locked the door. “Sit on the bed.”
She hesitated, but they both knew she couldn’t challenge him. Back ramrod straight, she settled on the edge of the king-sized bed. Maximus watched her for a moment. In the next twenty-four hours, she’d be well and truly fucked on that mattress. In sleep, they’d sandwich her between them and wake her—the tiger’s roars coming from the vault jerked him back to reality.
“Release Gabriel from your enchantment.”
Her lips compressed into a line of unhappiness, but a second later, she said, “Done.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“I cannot lie.”
Right. He’d forgotten. Lying was one of the few exceptions to a siren’s excessive talents.
Maximus went to the vault’s door, unlocked it, and twisted the handle. Once opened, Gabriel prowled out in tiger form. White Bengal and large. Intimidating, but the siren notched her chin a little higher, mutiny blazing from her eyes. Defiant even when she was outplayed. Fuck him, that was hot.
Gabriel went straight to her and knocked her flat on her back. Chuffing, he leapt onto the bed and caught her throat between his teeth…purring. Ruined the aggression with the satisfied noise.
Maximus joined them and met her wide-eyed gaze. Maybe the aggressive move hadn’t been destroyed by Gabriel’s purring. He’d forgotten Sameya didn’t know the many sounds of his lover’s moods.
“He’s displeased with you.” Maximus climbed onto the bed beside her. And a lot turned on by her Hail Mary tactic. They both were.
Fingers clenched in the comforter, she said nothing. A few heartbeats later, she flinched. The wet rasping sounds told Maximus that Gabriel had begun to lick her flesh.
“Is he licking you?”
“Yes.” Not more than a whisper.
“I’ll remove your boots and pants so he can tongue you elsewhere.” The tiger’s purring rumbled loud and Sameya’s breathing stuttered.
“Can’t.”
“I’m in control, reaper. I can do anything I want.”
“No. My pants and boots won’t give for anyone but me.”
Interesting. Maximus still tugged against her footwear. When it remained in place, he slid his hands up her legs and cupped her pussy, rubbing. She gasped and tried to squirm away, but with the way Gabriel contained her she went nowhere.
“Release her Gabriel, so she can remove her clothing for you.” Golden eyes blinked at Maximus. “Do you want to lick her pussy or not?”
Two breaths puffed from the tiger’s nostrils. That was a yes.
“Remove your pants and boots, Sameya,” Maximus said as Gabriel laid a final lick to her throat and sat back on his haunches, his yellow eyes focused on their mate. In tiger form, she’d be his sole concentration.
Her hands shook as she sat up and ran her fingertip down the side of one boot. The movement opened up the odd material to the ankle. “Don’t make me beg.”
Ignoring her plea, he changed the subject. “What are these made of?” He retrieved the shoe from her and studied it. Sharp, but soft.
“Dragon scales.” The other foot ornament hit the floor. Maximus elevated an eyebrow, surprised to discover dragons still remained. Only in Atlantis. “Please don’t force me. I cannot bear enslavement.”
He scrutinized her. Tears shimmered in her eyes, turning their amethyst color into glittering orbs like the stone when it sparkled in light. “You’re only enslaved if you climax, right?”
A brief nod. He would’ve missed the movement if he hadn’t been watching her with such intensity.
She’d stalled on the removal of her clothing. Maximus allowed the transgression. “And only your mate can make you come, right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe either of us are your mate?”
Her bottom lip trembled and she rubbed her temples.
“You cannot lie,” he reminded, running his finger along the side of her knee.
“I—I believe it’s…possible.” Sameya met his gaze, hesitation turning them over bright. “I know enough about both your breeds to know you wouldn’t…at least the shifter wouldn’t”—she tilted her head toward Gabriel—“be able to tolerate forcing his mate into submission.”
Maximus arched an eyebrow. “Then you also know that often when a shifter finds his spouse, he often fucks her for the first time without the female’s consent.” The act of non-consent was heavy in the paranormal world. It was even more pronounced in the shifter race. He pinched her chin to force her to maintain eye contact. “Tigers like to dominate, but that doesn’t mean he’ll want to keep you enslaved.”
“And you?”
“I’ll keep you enslaved until you admit you’re ours and better off with us.”
“What if that never happens?”
The very idea made his stomach sink and his fangs drop. He licked the incisors. “We’ll remove your pants together, Sameya.” Her lips parted, and before she could speak he said, “No further arguments or pleas. You’re better than that.”
Chapter Ten
Maximus held her eyes as they slid her pants off. Sameya wanted to scream in frustration. Yet…there was something intoxicating about these two men. They intrigued her and incited unfamiliar feelings. Scary and fascinating.
“What type of pants are these?”
Why all the interest in her clothing? “Basilisk skin.”
“Did you kill the Basilisk?” The article hit the floor with a thud and his palm slid up her leg.
“No.” Breath stuttered in her lungs and congealed in a knot. “It’s of reptile origins and sheds its skin. Those sheddings come at a high”—her voice squeaked when his palm neared the juncture of her thighs, but the direction altered at the most crucial moment—“price.” She couldn’t deny she liked his touch. But liking and wanting it were two very different things. “I’m under the sanctuary of Empress E’Neskha.” Her last cowardly ditch to save her life and she blamed him for reducing her to such a spineless state.
“That holds no power here, Sameya. And not even in Atlantis against one’s mate…or rather mates in your situation.” He placed an emphasis on the plurality of the word as his hand smoothed over her hip. “And the shirt?”
“Human origins.”
“Good.” He quickly unlaced the red corset and drew it over her head.
Maximus took a step back and his eyes went from silver-blue to vampyr green in a breath. Chill bumps invaded her flesh, which had nothing to do with the room’s temperature, but rather from the force of his observation as he measured her naked flesh.
Gabriel’s sudden purring startled her. She glanced at the huge feline as he rose and leapt off the bed in a graceful move. Maximus palmed the tiger’s head and stroked him, pausing to scratch behind his ears. “I’m jealous you’ll taste her first, Gabriel.”
Sameya covered her face. “Gods, help me!”
The bed jostled and Maximus pulled her hands away from her face, his regard tolerant. “Do not hide from either of us. You want us.”
“No.” She damn sure did not! To want them ensured her slavery.
“I thought you couldn’t lie? I smell your arousal.”
Was that why she felt hot down below? “My body yearns. I do not.”
“We’ll alter that state of mind.” Maximus kissed her, his tongue flicking along her lips. The ability to breathe evaporated. She resisted his embrace by clamping her teeth together. A slow lick along the column of her leg from the tiger shocked her and drew forth a gasp. Against her lips Maximus chuckled and plunged his tongue
into her mouth.
“Spread your legs for Gabriel.” He nipped at her bottom lip, soothing away the sting.
Sameya parted them slightly, resisting the urge to wriggle away from the lick Gabriel placed against her calve. The cat’s tongue was abrasive, but not distasteful.
“Wide,” Maximus whispered against her jaw.
She whimpered, but followed his instruction. Another set of searing kisses as his hand slid down between her breasts, across her belly, along her hip, to clamp his palm on the inside of her thigh. His fingers slipped beneath her knee and pulled her leg up until her kneecap was braced against his hip. She could only imagine how open she was to Gabriel. No one had ever seen her so exposed. Not emotionally or physically.
Licks to the sensitive flesh where her legs united with her body. Maximus mimicked the same movement against a nipple. Sameya bit her bottom lip to restrain her cry. Too much sensation and not what she wanted.
“I’m afraid she’ll climax quickly, Gabriel.” Abandoning the teasing licks, Maximus suckled on the nipple. She clamped a hand on his head, and tangled her fingers in his hair with the intention of pulling his mouth off her breast. She’d yank him bald if necessary…but the enjoyment was so strong, she forgot her purpose and instead held his head in position.
Teeth grazed along her flesh, starting at her knee and taking a path straight up the inside of her thigh. A tiny moan escaped before she could suppress it.
“Stop,” her voice broke. “Something’s wrong.” Heat flashed across her body, but gooseflesh cooled her skin. She ached all over, but wanted more. She felt balanced on the threshold of something powerful, and so extreme she wouldn’t survive. And if she did endure, she wouldn’t come out the other side the same woman.
Maximus lifted his head. “Shh…relax. Nothing is wrong.” He disengaged her fingers from his hair and pressed kisses against her knuckles.
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