Taboo Kisses

by Gracen Miller

  Releasing her mates’ leashes, she had little time to prepare for her Zion’s greetings. Huge paranormal canine’s loped into the room, tails wagging and tongues lolling. She went to her knees and wrapped her arms around their necks.

  “My boys. My sweet, sweet boys, oh, how I’ve missed you.” Wet licks to her neck and face. She giggled as they overbalanced her, and without clinging to their necks she’d have tumbled to the floor. One week out of Atlantis and she’d missed them dreadfully.

  “A dog lover,” Gabriel said with much disgust in his voice.

  Swiveling in her crouched position, she studied her tiger. Naked from his shift back into human his tattoos were stark against his muscled flesh. “Particular cats have their appeal.”

  His golden eyes grew hot at that confession.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  As she rose, she motioned to the dogs that stood waist high. “Meet my long-time companions, Nero and Thrax. You two”—she rubbed the heads of the canines—“these are my…mates.”

  Maximus’s perusal was so concentrated she shifted from foot to foot. He unhooked the leash from his collar and tossed it on the sofa with a hard fling. Silence extended between them as he approached and offered his hand for the dogs to sniff. In her personal space, he hooked a finger into the waistband of her Basilisk pants and simply stared at her as she waited for him to react.

  Nervous beneath his quietness and stern regard, Sameya cleared her throat. “I know you like to cook, so I had Dart stock my cabinets and icebox. If you prefer something else, Dart will get it for you.”

  “Who is Dart?” Gabriel strolled closer, his body language more playful compared to Maximus’s serious one.

  “My brownie.”

  Maximus arched a dark eyebrow. “As in the tiny species that enjoys cleaning one’s house.”

  “Yes. More or less. She does many other things than just clean. I keep her well stocked with liquor. Tequila’s her favorite.”

  Gabriel chuckled. “A drunk fairy. That must be entertaining.”

  Sameya shrugged. She’d never seen Dart intoxicated, so she had no idea if the brownie could become inebriated.

  Maximus yanked on her pants, and she stumbled into him. A hand to the back of her neck steadied her, and he massaged her flesh. “I want these off. Now.”

  “N-now isn’t the best time for…p-play.” But by the goddess her belly burned in anticipation. “After our meeting with E’Neskha is the best time. You’ll have as long as you n-need.” Maybe it was best to get it over with fast.

  “How considerate. She’s thinking of our timeframe, Gabriel.” He shot the other man an ironic glance.

  “I believe she’s a little nervous, Maximus.”

  Of course she was nervous. Her vampyr had detailed what he’d do to her later for collaring him.

  Her tiger moved in behind her, his palms landing on her shoulders to glide down her arms and circle her wrists. He pulled them behind her back and held them imprisoned at the base of her spine. “I probably would be, too, with the way your vampyr is gazing at her. Like you might eat her.” She didn’t think Gabriel meant the sexual variety. “Maybe you should clarify why she deserves discipline.”

  Discipline? Wait a minute! That she wouldn’t tolerate. “I’m not a child. I’m an adult who has the freedom to do as I please. If being mated means I have to answer to either of you, you’re dead wrong!”

  “I’m angry with you.” Maximus knelt in front of her and quickly pulled off a boot.

  “What have you to be angry about?” For the life of her she couldn’t figure out why he would be mad.

  The second shoe followed the first, and he rose before her. His thumbs hooked between her flesh and pants on either side. “The hostility in that room was tangible. Thick. More than one wants your Empress out of her seat. And you can bet your ass you are the hot focus of an assassination attempt.”

  “Felt like half the congregation had a death wish for her,” Gabriel added against her ear. “As a shifter, I sense things like that more acutely. I pinpointed at least two dozen who followed you out of the Hall with hatred in their eyes.”

  “Want to tell me why they’d make a go at you if your Empress is the best siren?” Talking around his fangs seemed a touch difficult, and Maximus’s words were over accentuated.

  “She might be the best at sleep serenades, but she’s not the most powerful.”

  Gabriel pushed her hair over her shoulder and nipped her earlobe. “Let me guess, you are the most powerful.”

  “Yes,” she whispered as he sucked her lobe into his mouth.

  “Which makes you the most likely siren to take your Empress’ seat should something happen to her.” She should’ve known a shifter would be good at strategy. “And the first they want to remove from the equation in such an event.”

  “Yes, but I don’t want it.”

  “Either way that puts you in severe danger.” Maximus dragged her pants off quickly. “That you willingly endanger your life so casually pisses me the fuck off.”

  “And me.” Although the serenity of Gabriel’s voice could’ve deceived her.

  Maximus surprised her when he ripped her corset off. “Maximus!”

  His hand clamped around her throat, pressing her head against Gabriel’s chest. “Foolishness, Sameya. My vampyr won’t permit me to let that go without some form of repercussions. Maybe if I make you beg and scream, I’ll satisfy my beast. I have no idea.”

  “I haven’t granted you permission to punish me in any way. I do what I must for my Empress. You would do the same.”

  As she was getting good and worked up, Gabriel palmed her mouth, silencing her. Maximus tightened his hold on her neck, garnering her full attention. “Your loyalty to your Empress is commendable, but we’re convinced she’s not worth you dying for.”

  A moment after her vampyr’s final word, her tiger demonstrated how big a brute he could be. In a series of effortless moves, he spun her around, and tossed her over his shoulder. The impact against her belly startled her for a moment.

  “Put me down! Damn you—” Her tiger smacked her ass. “Ow!” In retaliation, Sameya swatted his backside. A lot of good it did her because her revenge made them both chuckle.

  Upside down she twisted enough to catch sight of Maximus opening her bedroom door.

  Just as she drew air into her lungs to start screaming about how she’d get even for their highhanded behavior, they were inside her bedroom with the door slamming shut. Gabriel tossed her onto the mattress, and she bounced as she swatted hair out of her eyes.

  Maximus rummaged through his overnight bag he’d packed earlier and she’d delivered before their arrival. No idea what he was looking for, she didn’t much care either.

  She went to sit up, but Gabriel pressed his hand against her collarbone and commanded, “Don’t move.”

  The nerve of her guys! She whacked his touch aside. “Goddamn it, you two—”

  Maximus yanked her into a sitting position, his roughness cutting off her dialogue. He wrenched her hands together behind her back, and cold metal hit her flesh, making a clicking sound as her wrists were ensnared in cool manacles.

  Did he just handcuff me? They were taking things too damn far.

  Fury had her serenade tingling at the base of her skull. She struggled to withhold the magic while testing the constraints of the steel. When the cuffs held tight, she glared at Maximus. “You handcuffed me?”

  “So it would seem,” Maximus said cool as ice.

  “You have no right!”

  “We have every right.” The vampyr tied her hair back with something she never got a glimpse of.

  “You’re safety is priority number one to us.” Gabriel spoke as she peered up at him. “That we value your life more than you do, infuriates us both.”

  “How barbaric! I’m a siren with—”

  Gabriel gagged her with something that reminded her of a rubber ball. She screeched, but he calmly secured it behind her head. Next came so
mething soft over her eyes, darkness descended as the tiger blindfolded her. She twisted and jerked at the handcuffs again, but like before, they held.

  A fist wrapped around the ponytail, holding her head motionless. Fangs pierced her neck and she cried out in euphoria, as Maximus sucked and licked until she grew lightheaded with rapture.

  His incisors withdrew from her flesh. “I can’t decide which tastes better, your blood or your pussy.” He slid his tongue along the wounds, healing them, and she shivered her delight. “You’re at our mercy, Sameya. How does that feel?”

  Their domineering conduct wouldn’t help their bid for her to remain with them. If anything, it’d harm their—

  She squealed when she was suddenly flipped her face down on the mattress.

  “All this bluster, Sameya, when you could halt it by serenading Gabriel and forcing him to stop me,” Maximus said, his British accent thicker than normal. Palms landed on the back of her thighs and dragged upward across her bottom and higher, along her back, until Maximus leaned over her, his mouth against her ear. “Want to know what I think?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “I think you want it rough, so you can use that against us later as a lame ass excuse not to remain with us. But guess what, naleah…I bet you’re wet with anticipation.”

  Maximus abruptly shifted away and one of them pressed a finger inside her. Her surprised hiss died against the gag.

  “She’s wet, Maximus.” So it was Gabriel who penetrated her, not the vampyr. “Got anything to say in defense to what Maximus said, baby?”

  Not one thing came to mind since he was dead-on accurate. And she was gagged, so it wasn’t like she could say anything anyway.

  “You’ve been bad, naleah, and bad mates must be chastised.” Maximus swirled his tongue at the base of her spine, his fangs indenting her skin. “Be a good girl and submit to us, Sameya. Grant us permission to use you however we want. I promise I’ll let you come if you do.” His speech vibrated against her spine and sent goosebumps along her skin, and her pussy throbbed to be claimed by them. He licked up her spine, his incisors grazing her. “Make a fist for yes.”

  Was he crazy? Submit for protecting her Empress when that was her fucking job? They were straight from the dark ages with their idiotic thought process. That they saw her as some feeble woman who needed their protection was galling. She was a reaper for Christ’s sake!

  But she couldn’t stop thinking she was the crazy one for not making that fist for yes. Her men aroused her with just words. Hadn’t they already used her however they wanted? And she’d enjoyed every second of their claiming.

  The smack to her butt cheek startled her with a crack of flesh meeting flesh. Squealing, she jerked at the impact and instinctively tried to rub the sting out her backside. Hands bound, all her movement gained her was a firm hand between her shoulder blades. Another whack. Harder this time and delivered to the other cheek. She screamed at him to stop, but with the ball-gag, nothing but agitated squawking emerged.

  “Answer my question. One fist for no, and two for yes.” Maximus palmed her burning flesh and caressed as if to eradicate the stinging—at least she thought it was Maximus touching her.

  Her vulnerability suddenly walloped her. Naked, handcuffed and gagged, her ass exposed to them both. Defenseless…if she didn’t engage the serenade. Was this how those she reaped felt in their final moments?

  Yeah, she could serenade Gabriel and force him to stop their deranged idea of punishment. But…something held her back. They were acting barbaric, but a part of her comprehended their annoyance. She’d be furious if either of them placed their lives in danger.

  In the end, submitting to them wasn’t that difficult. She balled both hands into fists.

  “You won’t regret surrendering, Sameya.” The delight in her vampyr’s voice warmed her and already made her happy she’d pleased him.

  One of them went to their knees between her legs and spread them. He gripped her thighs with his hands and pulled her up to her knees. Torso on the mattress, she imagined how exposed she was to them.

  “Pretty, wet pussy.” Gabriel kissed her butt cheek, his prickly jaw identifying him. Without any forewarning, fingers thrust into her wet channel. Relaxing her hands, she groaned against the gag. “She’s squeezing my fingers, Maximus.”

  “I like watching her take us.” The vampyr’s breath puffed against her bottom.

  Gabriel pumped his digits into her fast and hard. The slippery sound of her arousal grew louder in the room as her sighs lengthened. Maximus’s longish hair tickled her thighs seconds before his tongue slipped over her pussy. Her muffled squeal bled into exhalations of bliss as he worked over her sensitive flesh. In no time, she came with a moan, her body trembling with her release.

  “My turn,” Gabriel said.

  A moment later, she was flipped onto her back. Hands cupped her ass and lifted the weight of her body off her cuffed hands. Gabriel’s mouth buried between her thighs—the shorter hair gave away his identity—and his tongue claimed her intimately. On the heels of her release, she was overly sensitive and she cried out at the extreme sensation. Thanks to the contraption in her mouth, the sound had little impact. She would’ve pushed Gabriel away had she possessed control of her hands and would’ve begged him to stop had she not been gagged.

  “Is that too intense, naleah?” Maximus ran his fingers through her hair, and with the other hand he played with her nipples. She turned toward the sound of his voice, and hoping he’d make the tiger stop, she nodded quickly. “That’s part of your punishment. Embrace it.” He shifted closer to her head, gripped her hair hard enough her scalp stung. “Suck my dick, mate.”

  Not accustomed to being referred to as ‘mate’, it took her half a dozen seconds to realize he was talking to her. He didn’t wait for her to agree, just angled her upward by the back of her head and guided her toward him.

  The gag was removed, and Sameya whimpered as Gabriel’s tongue thrust into her cunt. Maximus’s cock butted against her mouth, the wetness of precum moistening her lips. “Open up and let me fuck your pretty red mouth.”

  Unfamiliar with giving blowjobs, she wanted him to take it slow and thought it best to tell him. “Maximus—”

  His thumb landed on her lips. “Shh…don’t talk.” Following the downward tugging on her chin, she opened for him and he slid his cock inside, all the way to the back of her mouth. A throaty hiss emerged from him. Funny how she could identify Maximus by sound and knew it was him and not Gabriel. Not being able to see either of them strangely heightened her libido. She licked the underside of his dick. “Yes,” his lisp was more evident than before, and she imagined his fangs had descended completely.

  As Gabriel feasted on her pussy, Maximus fucked her mouth, gagging her more than once. With each thrust to the back of her throat, she relaxed a little more and permitted him to plunge as deep as he could, until her face was buried in his pelvis.

  “Fuck that’s hot watching you take my dick.”

  Lost to the hedonism of their claiming, she soon couldn’t tell where her moans and whimpers started and Maximus’s ended.

  Gabriel gave up on the teasing play and settled to sucking on her clit in earnest. Chronic groans ripped from her as her body vibrated from the severe pleasure-pain of his oral attention.

  “Going to come, naleah.” Maximus’s voice was a mixture of pants and lisps. Damn she wanted to see his face, but she could imagine the softness of his features as he neared climax.

  As the tiger sucked, he flicked his tongue across her clitoris and she squealed, her pussy vibrating to be filled. Her cry was all Maximus needed, a second later he filled her mouth with hot spurts of cum. She swallowed, but he continued to fuck her. His thick release spilled out coating the edges of her mouth and chin.

  With one last groan, Maximus pulled out of her. “You’re so messy.” She could feel the moisture on her face where his seed had overflowed.

  She tried to rock her hips against Gabriel’s mouth, but the
way he clutched her, she couldn’t move. Gabriel released his suction, licked a few times and drew her clit back into his mouth.

  Sameya cried out, and Maximus swiped his release off her chin with his tongue and kiss her, fucking her mouth like he’d raid and conquer her. She feared they’d conquer her heart, she’d lose herself, and become a shell of the woman she’d been.

  “She’s been very good, Gabriel,” Maximus said, placing kisses to each corner of her mouth. Fingers entered her pussy, and she cried out. “I knew you’d like that.”

  Her tiger began to purr. The vibration was like a mini-vibrator against her nub, coupled with the repetitive licks and sucks it was almost more than she could tolerate. Heat curled in her belly, spread through her limbs, and a gush of moisture exited her body as Maximus pumped his digits into her. Her back bowed, and she came with a scream that burned her throat.

  Suddenly the fingers were gone and her world shifted. A moment later she was straddling one of their thighs and a mouth descended upon hers. Gabriel. Unlike Maximus, he kissed slowly, took his time exploring her. That she could taste her release on his tongue aroused her despite her two orgasms.

  That meant her vampyr crowded her back placing warm, moist kisses against her nape, each wispy touch like a shot of lust. He removed the blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed.

  Gabriel adjusted her hips and dropped her onto his cock without any warning whatsoever. She whimpered against his mouth as her tiger impaled her as deep as he could go. A hand on her ponytail wrenched her head back by the strands, severing her kiss with Gabriel, and her eyes snapped wide open at the sudden sting. Maximus twisted her head, and she stared into his eyes as Gabriel’s cock flexed deep inside her.

  The vampyr ran his finger along her cheek. “Hold off your climax as long as you can.”

  Like she could come again after those two amazing orgasms. “Okay.” She could pretend if he could.

  He chuckled. “Liar.”