My hands on my hips, I decided, could be put to much better use. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and slid them over my skin in a sensual glide, touching myself the way I wanted them to touch me. I moved one hand to my breast and pinched the nipple until it pebbled into a hard peak. The other I slid lower, dipping between the wet folds of my pussy.
Eyes open just enough to watch their reactions, I knew I had them when I saw Blade raise a trembling hand to his hair, his gaze darting to Styx in question? For permission? Styx’s chest was heaving.
“Fuck your pussy with your finger, mate. Slide it in deep.”
I did as he commanded, made sure to moan softly as I rubbed over my clit.
In the blink of an eye, Styx had his hands around my waist and tossed me onto the bed in a half circle so I came up facing him. When I pulled myself up onto my knees, I realized he liked to do that, to put me right where he wanted me. I loved that he didn’t treat me like spun glass. I wasn’t fragile, and these two better not hold back any longer. I wanted rough. Wild. Crazy. Dirty. I wanted their cocks, their fangs. Everything.
Blade was still stripping as Styx put one knee on the bed and pulled me to him, kissing me. His lips were firm, skilled, but I didn’t engage.
I pulled back, curious. I lifted my fingers to his mouth, traced the fang there with my fingertip. “Will it hurt?” I asked. I didn’t care, either way, but I wanted to know. I didn’t mind a bite of pain mixed with my pleasure, but I didn’t want to be surprised. I was breathing hard even though we hadn’t done much of anything yet.
Styx smiled, showed me the fangs were gone. “I have been told the pleasure overrides the pain.”
“You haven’t bitten anyone before, right?” I couldn’t resist putting my hands on him, sliding my palms over his hard muscles, the names on his skin, the piercings. “Have you been bitten?” A hot burn of jealousy made me want to make claws with my fingers and rip any Rogue 5 female’s eyes out for even looking at my mates. The thought of something so intimate as being between them and their fangs imbedded in another woman’s flesh made me irrational. The crazy feeling was swift to overwhelm me, yet I couldn’t help it. We’d been through so much, and I was beyond ready to really belong to them. Permanently and in a way that proudly proved that fact to anyone who saw the scars I would bear the rest of my life.
They both shook their heads, eyed my neck. “A mating bite is forever, mate. Sacred. We only ever give our bite to one female.”
“So you’re biting virgins?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting back a laugh at my own bad joke. But the humor helped. I was about to be double-fucked and bitten and injected by some kind of animalistic mating serum by two huge, warrior aliens.
Blade made a strange chuffing sound, and I looked to him. He grinned, and I saw the sharp teeth. “We’ve been waiting for you to come to us from half a universe away. Think about that. How almost impossible that is. We’re yours, mate. You will be our first—and last.” He took a step closer. “As for virgins, did you like it when I fucked your ass with my big cock?” He grabbed said cock at the base and stroked it. Yeah, they were very skilled.
I clenched down, remembering the thick feel of him, the way he’d been patient yet persistent as he’d taken me there. Deep, lighting me up so I’d come so intensely I’d almost blacked out.
“Yes,” I murmured, reaching for him. When Blade stepped close enough, I ran my fingertips over the crown of his cock, felt the smear of wetness.
“For the last time, Harper. Do you accept us as your mates knowing that we will claim you completely, that you’ll bear our marks upon your skin for all to see? For all to know who you belong to. Who protects you?” He leaned into my touch, and I wrapped my hand around him the best I could, pumping his hard length with my fist. He moaned, but he kept talking. “If anyone hurts you, Harper. I will kill him. I will fucking kill him.”
Blade’s words were like personal vows as his hands dropped to my waist and his eyes closed. There would be no turning back after this. He was giving me one last chance to say no. To walk away—although I didn’t think I’d get far. I’d be wooed, courted Rogue 5-style if I wasn’t ready. They’d keep at it until I said yes, no matter how long it took.
I studied Blade, all pale hair and sharp edges—not including his teeth. Then I took in Styx, all dark and rough, commanding and yet so damned patient. Both had swoonworthy bodies. Big, broad, muscled. The tattoos though, showed that they cared, that they protected and guided everyone listed on their skin. Including me. I couldn’t miss my name on both their chests. It was also the piercings, the small bars that went through their nipples. I’d played with them with my fingers, flicked them with my tongue and did the same now with Styx’s. They may not have bitten me, but they’d said again and again I was theirs. That I was their mate. And this physical proof of it was exposed proudly to me and anyone who might see it.
Even without the bites, they’d already claimed me. I was already theirs. They were just waiting for me to accept them as mine.
They were so brave, so strong; it was difficult for me to remember they had feelings, that I was probably the one person who could cut them ruthlessly. The only person who could truly wound them.
But I didn’t want that. No. I wanted their cocks, the ones that stood erect and proud, curved up toward their navels and bobbing at me. Every part of them, from their alpha male protectiveness to their rocking bodies, was mine.
They were tightly coiled, ready to spring into action, to claim me. I just had to say the one word that would unleash them. And bring about their darkest desires, their deepest need to make me theirs. To take me at the same time, one deep in my pussy, the other in my ass. Their heads on either side of mine, fangs embedded in my flesh. And that serum, I couldn’t wait for it.
I took a deep breath, let it out. This was the moment, the moment that changed my life forever. And yet, I had no doubts. No regrets.
“Bite me. Make me yours. I want you. I want you both.”
All patience was gone. While their muscles relaxed—had they been worried I’d say no?—they didn’t go slowly. In fact, they moved quickly, flipping and turning me around so Styx was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I was on his lap, his cock pressed between our bellies.
“Aren’t we…um, going to lie down?” I asked, thinking of how they’d take me together. I’d seen a few pornos, but not double penetration. There was some logistics involved. Aiming. Depth. Body parts in the way. I was flexible, but I was no gymnast. I actually had no idea how they were going to do this. But based on the way they talked, that they’d been dreaming of this, I was sure they knew what they were doing. When Styx’s hands came up and cupped my breasts, plucked my nipples, I gave everything over to them. Shut my brain down and just let myself feel. So damn good.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Blade lower to one knee on the floor behind me, his silver hair catching the light. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but it seemed they had other plans.
“Take me into that tight pussy,” Styx said, using his fingertips to turn my face back to his. He shifted his hips, sliding his cock between us. He hissed. “We’ll take care of you.”
I knew that, but I loved hearing it. However they were going to claim me together, they had a plan. I would trust in them that they’d make it good. They had every time so far.
Styx lowered a hand to my hip, helped me come up onto my knees and aligned his cock to my entrance. He slipped right into the notch because I was so wet. Lowering myself, I slowly stretched open around him, taking the broad head, then the thick root deeper and deeper. I watched Styx, saw the need there. Knew he liked being inside me. I didn’t stop until I sat upon his thighs once again, this time fully impaled on him.
I groaned; Styx growled. It felt so good, I rippled around him. “I need to move.”
I couldn’t remain still. I needed the friction, the slide of his hard flesh over every single nerve ending inside me. My g-spot—which I’d never known existed until their cocks�
�flared and pushed me to the brink with every pass of his cock.
I put my hands on Styx’s shoulders, lifting and lowering myself as he thrust his hips up. I rode him, lost in the feel of it until Blade’s finger brushed over my back entrance.
It was slick and cool with lube and easily pressed into me. I had no idea where the lube came from, but it wasn’t time to think of logistics. It wasn’t time to think of anything. I slowed my hips, allowing Blade to gain entrance—he’d been very diligent in preparing me for this that I knew how to relax, to breathe out when he wanted in. I liked it. Craved it. It burned, yes. The pressure, the odd feeling of being open was…different. But my body didn’t care. No. It liked it. Loved it. Craved the way the nerve endings in my ass lit up with his touch. He’d fucked me there before, his cock stretching me impossibly open, but it had been just him. Nothing in my pussy. Just one of them.
I wanted more this time. Ached for it.
While Blade was thick and stretched my ass so unbelievably wide, when Styx had taken me there, he’d gone deeper, filled me in a way no one ever had.
It seemed for the claiming, it would be Blade in my ass, Styx in my pussy.
Styx lifted one hand and buried his fist in my hair. He angled my head and took my mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of me as Blade worked me with his finger and Styx’s cock stretched me wide. I couldn’t think, couldn’t track the sensations as Styx slid his other hand to the small of my back and moved my body into an arch so my clit rubbed his body with each shift and tilt of my hips.
Fast and faster Blade fucked me, stretching me for his cock as Styx fucked me slow and deep, the orgasm building as he led me down the path he wanted me to follow.
I gave him complete control, let them mold me, fill me. Fuck me.
The first orgasm built slowly, rising from inside me like a dormant volcano, the pressure building and building until I lost control.
Styx held me still, arm locked like a steel bar around my back as he pushed my hips down, my legs splayed wider, deeper. Blade’s fingers worked my ass and his free hand slid between my chest and Styx’s to grab my nipple, pinch and tug and send jolts of electricity to my core as my pussy spasmed, my toes curled. I didn’t recognize the sound that came out of my throat. Blade slowly added another finger and another until he was satisfied I was stretched open enough for his cock. Only then did he pull out.
I moaned, feeling empty with just Styx in me. Blade chuckled, pressed a kiss to my sweaty shoulder. “Just a minute, mate. I’ll be in you soon enough.”
He was good on his word, for once he’d coated his cock with lube, I felt the tip of it press against my prepared entrance. Styx held me by the hips, not moving, remaining completely inside me, the head of his cock pressing deep against my womb where he’d plant his seed. Fill me with him. Give me everything. His cum was mine. His cock was mine. His body was mine.
“Mine. You’re mine. You’re both mine.” The whisper was my vow to them, my pledge. My turn to tell them exactly what I expected. I was hot, my pulse pounding. My entire body pliant, aroused. Needy.
Blade put a hand on my shoulder, pushed me forward so I pressed against Styx’s chest. I felt the hard bars of his piercings brush against my sensitive nipples.
Sweat dripped from Styx’s brow, and I licked his jaw, tasted the salty flavor of his skin. I whimpered when Blade pressed further, my body giving up the natural resistance to keep him out and he popped inside.
He held still, the broad head just settled within me. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. “I love your tight ass, mate,” he breathed as he pushed in slightly.
“Oh my god,” I murmured. I was so full, and Blade hadn’t even gone into me very much yet. To say being fucked by two guys at once was intense was an understatement.
It was powerful in that I was between them, and I was submitting to them both. Their dominance was powerful. I could do nothing but let them in. Sure, I could say stop and they’d pull out immediately, but my submission was based on that knowledge. I gave over to them. To the feel of them in me.
Together.
My body burned. Hummed. Ached. Stretched. Pulsed. I was everything at once. I was theirs.
Blade slid in a little further, then retreated, fucking me slowly and carefully all the while Styx remained still. “I’m going to come,” I said, kissing up Styx’s neck, squirming, trying to rub my clit against him.
It was too much. I couldn’t hold back the way they made me feel. I’d come once, and it was as if that warm-up pleasure had made me sensitive, easy to come again. Or it was them.
“Not yet,” Styx breathed. “Let Blade in all the way. Good. More. Yes, I can feel him getting deeper and deeper. I can feel you clenching our cocks. Hold off the orgasm.”
“Why?” I whined, resistance almost impossible. I was quivering with the need to come, but Styx’s words held me just at the edge. I wanted to please them.
“Because we will come with you. We will bite you as we give you our seed, and the pleasure you receive from us will be unlike anything you’ve ever felt.”
My fingers clenched Styx’s biceps as Blade pressed into me. “Almost there.”
Styx fell back on the bed and pulled me with him. I felt Blade come up off his knee and to his feet, his hand pressing the bed down by my head. I felt his torso press against my back as he thrust deep one last time. He was fully seated, and they were both so deep I didn’t know where I stopped and they began.
They both pulled out, pushed back in, filling me so full, fucked me slow and so, so deep.
I pressed my forehead to Styx’s chest and trembled. Whimpered. I wasn’t me. I was something else. Lost. Drowning in heat. In lust. In pleasure.
“It’s time, mate,” Styx growled, leaning up, his abs going taut as he kissed down my neck.
Blade’s head came to my other shoulder, nipped it with his teeth and then settled where he would bite me. He kissed the tender spot as he pulled back and filled me again.
“Yes, please! I need to—”
I didn’t get to finish the sentence.
They bit me, their mouths over the base of my neck on either side. I felt their lips open, the sharpness of their fangs as they pierced my flesh.
In one hot, bright moment, the pain was so intense I screamed. In the next instant, the pain was gone, morphed into pleasure. Pleasure so intense I didn’t clench on them. I didn’t scream. I didn’t breathe. I was captured. There was no Harper. I was part of them. Connected. I was theirs. Found. Their bodies my anchor in a storm of sensation so strong I lost track of myself.
I didn’t know how to control my body. My nipples ached, throbbed. My pussy gushed my arousal, signaling to Styx that he was welcome within, that I wanted him as deep as possible.
I felt their seed filling me, their bodies taut. They groaned with their teeth still latched to me. Their cocks pulsed with their own pleasure, pumping into me.
I was nothing. I was everything. I felt the serum seep into my bloodstream, into my bones. They were right; I was going to be a horny mate if this was how they would make me feel from now on.
I caught my breath as if I’d come up from beneath the ocean, a huge gasp and then a scream of pleasure. “Yes!” I cried. I couldn’t move. Pinned between them, skewered on their cocks, caught on their fangs, I was trapped. I was theirs. There was nowhere else in the universe I wanted to be as my body rippled. The orgasm took me like a tidal wave, rolling through every muscle, every cell alive with pleasure I’d never felt before. It was terrifying and exquisite, dangerous, and so addictive I knew I’d never get enough.
My body arched and writhed as the orgasm pulled me under like a riptide pulling me out to sea. Ruled me. Made me mindless.
When it was over, they lifted their heads, licked my bite marks with their bloody tongues. I thought they would pull out. That we were done.
I was wrong. Their cocks remained hard. They’d only slowed the pace of the fucking while their own release, their bite overwhelmed them.
“Good?” Styx asked, his voice ragged.
I lifted my head, looked down at him. He frowned slightly, and I smiled. Deliriously. “Amazing.”
He grinned then.
Blade pressed up to his hand again, slid the other one down my spine.
“You’ve made mates of us, Harper. Now it’s time to fuck.”
He began to move within me again, slowly, but his seed eased the way better than the lube.
“Don’t you have to rest?”
Styx had a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Does it seem like our cocks aren’t ready for you?”
“Um, no.”
Blade kissed my neck, kept moving within me. “Get ready, mate. The only way we’ll stop is when you pass out from pleasure.”
My mouth fell open, waited for Styx to contradict Blade. He didn’t.
“Again,” Styx said instead. “And again.”
They didn’t stop fucking me. Not for the rest of the day. In ways I never imagined. I came again and again, each time better than the last. I was insatiable. I was horny. Everything they said was true. It was perfect. They were perfect.
I was theirs, and they proved it for me.
Until, just as Blade had said, they stopped making love to me for a few seconds, and I passed out from exhaustion.
I fell asleep safe. Warm. Wrung out. Protected.
Happy. Loved. They were mine now. Mine.
Forever.
Epilogue
Styx, Two Weeks Later
“Follow me.” Silver led the way down a corridor from my private quarters with Blade and Harper to a large banquet room. Harper walked between us, Blade and I on either side.
Each holding one of her hands.
This was the new normal, our mate safe and protected. Between us. Soothing our savage instincts with softness and smiles and surrender in bed.
Not just surrender. Submission. She gave over to our possession beautifully and now bore our marks. Just seeing them made me hard.
We’d been wild when we returned from our routing of the Kronos traitors. Animalistic in our need to claim her, make sure she was safe and real and ours.
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