Claiming Their Slave (Barbarian Mates Book 3)

by Sue Lyndon

  “My brother is sleeping right now, but he knows what must be done to prepare you for our claiming of you, Ava.” He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Are you going to obey, or shall I tuck you in for the night?”

  “If I tell you to stop, will you punish me?”

  “No, little slave. Not tonight. If you say stop, I will stop immediately and there will be no punishment. I give you my word.”

  She bit her lip again and glanced at the bed. After a deep sigh, she said, “All right, Master. I-I will try to obey. But please, be gentle.”

  He didn’t think he would ever tire of hearing her call him Master. His cock stiffened further and he watched in apt interest as she turned and strode to the bed. She bent over and then parted her thighs, much wider than he’d expected. He’d thought he would have to order her to move her feet wider apart, but she’d done an excellent job of spreading herself to his gaze. He had a clear view of her pink, swollen cunny lips, as well as the enticing secret pucker between her ass cheeks.

  He set the plug down on the bed and came to stand behind her, trailing a hand over her bottom, squeezing and caressing. “I’m very proud of you for obeying so far, Ava.” He reached for her womanhood and stroked two digits through her moisture. Her intimate folds were puffed up and slick with her arousal. Her hips jerked and she pressed herself into his touch, rising up on her tiptoes as a needy moan vibrated from her throat.

  Pushing those two fingers into her cunny, he set a pace of slow, shallow plunges, while she thrust herself against him with each drive into her sweetness. She was beautifully responsive, and braver than she probably gave herself credit for. He’d seen the glimmer of fear in her eyes before she’d bent over, and now she was becoming lost in the pleasure of his ministrations. He withdrew from her center and reached for the plug, then commenced gliding it in and out of her wetness, only driving deep enough to hit the resistance of her virginal barrier, and not sinking the plug any further.

  “Are you all right, Ava?”

  “Mmmhmm. Yes, Master. This is very nice. But I thought you said you wouldn’t put it in my cunny?”

  “Do not worry, little slave. It will be in your ass soon enough.”

  With his free hand, he caressed her back, her bottom, and the tops of her thighs. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and she melted under his touches, relaxing more and more. Her wavy golden locks were spread out around her head, and when he finally reached between her thighs to circle her clit, she jerked wildly and moaned, her curls flying around as she bucked in his hold.

  Still rubbing her swollen nubbin, he withdrew the plug from her cunny and inspected it. Satisfied that it was sufficiently covered with her natural essence, he placed the tip of it at the entrance of her bottom hole. She was so far gone in her pleasure that she didn’t seem to notice, not even when he pressed it forward a smidge. He increased the circling on her clit and pressed on that sensitive bit of flesh a tad harder.

  “Oh, Master. Please, Master.” She gyrated against his hand, moaning and crying out Master over and over again.

  Wolfe applied more pressure to the plug and watched as it slid deeper into her bottom hole. An erotic thrill jolted through him, his blood heating and his pulse racing.

  “Ava, talk to me. Are you still alright?”

  “Yes, Master, please don’t stop.”

  He waited a moment, just to make sure she was truly all right, and once he noticed her breathing returning to normal and didn’t see her tensing up, he pushed the plug even deeper inside her stretched hole.

  She emitted a high-pitched moan, but she didn’t try to escape. She definitely felt the plug in her ass now, but she seemed to be trying hard to accept it.

  “Remember, if you want me to stop, I will. But only tonight, Ava. After tonight, you won’t be able to escape your training. Your cunny belongs to us, little slave. As does your ass, and your mouth, and every little part of you. You belong to me and Jaxon. Do you understand?”

  “I understand, Master.”

  He pulled the plug out partway and then pushed it back inside, shoving it deeper still. Keening moans drifted up from her, and she tensed around the intrusion a few times. He observed in fascination as her cute pink pucker clenched and unclenched around the upper base of the plug. He had it almost fully seated inside her.

  “You’re doing well, Ava.” Another push. “Almost there.” One more slight thrust and the plug was finally inserted all the way into her tight ass.

  She quivered and clutched at the covers, then started taking deeper breaths before she turned partway to meet his stare, her eyes wide and her face flushed. He returned a hand to her cunny and spread her wetness over her clit, planning to stroke her to bliss again and again while the plug remained seated deep inside her snug channel.

  Chapter Seven

  The morning light cut through the curtains and spilled across the hardwood floors. Jaxon kissed a still sleeping Ava before quietly climbing out of bed to prepare for the day. He gazed down at her as he dressed, thinking he could get used to her sharing his bed each night.

  At some point last night, Wolfe had carried her into his room, briefly awaking Jaxon to instruct him on her morning care, which included removing the bunna plug he’d placed in her bottom hole. It surprised Jaxon that Wolfe had been successful in convincing Ava to wear the plug for an entire night, but he took it as a good sign that she had accepted them as her future mates, despite being brought here believing she was to be a slave.

  Guilt hammered on Jaxon’s psyche. He needed to wake her up and apologize for his behavior. He should have known Wolfe would want her too. When one Banded twin was attracted to a female, it usually meant the other twin would be equally as drawn.

  He approached the bed and peeled back the covers. She was naked, and he’d delighted in holding her and keeping her warm last night, skin to skin. Now, in the bright light of morning, he thought her even more breathtaking than he remembered. She yawned and stretched, then her eyes fluttered open.

  She peered at him with an alarmed look and started to reach for the covers, only to stop herself mid-grab. She settled back on her pillow and said, “Good morning, Master. Should I go prepare breakfast now?”

  “Good morning, Ava. No, not yet. First, we must talk.”

  A shadow crossed her face for a brief moment, but she soon smiled and nodded, all traces of her anxiety gone. He wondered why she was nervous, yet trying so obviously to submit to the brothers. A few days ago, in the forest, had she awoken naked, she would have covered herself back up and demanded he turn around while she got dressed. She certainly wouldn’t have allowed him, or anyone else, to insert a plug in her asshole, either. Not without putting up a fuss, in any case.

  He sat next to her and lifted her into his arms, cradling her to his chest as he gazed down into her pretty blue eyes, which were still slightly clouded from sleep. She stifled another yawn and commenced staring at his chest.

  “I owe you an apology, little human.”

  Her gaze shot to his. She looked surprised.

  “As we continued our journey to my homestead, it became clear to me that I wouldn’t keep you as a slave or even as a servant, but that I would keep you as my mate. As our mate. I’ve been fiercely drawn to you since the moment I first saw you standing on the auction block, Ava.”

  She shifted in his arms. “You know how much I wanted to be free. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “When I first bought you, I planned to keep you as a servant and pay you a fair wage. You see, the Banded don’t keep slaves. Not usually. I didn’t want you thinking you were free to leave, because I wanted you as mine—ours—so I allowed you to believe you would remain my slave. I should have been honest with you from the beginning, I should have told you there was a good chance that once you reached my homestead, my brother and I would decide to claim you as our mate.”

  She swallowed hard and reached for him, brushing his hair behind his ears and trailing her fingers along his jawline.

  “If I
ask you to let me go free now, will you, Master?”

  He stiffened. “No, Ava. We’ll never let you go, and we’ll kill anyone who tries to harm you or take you away from us. You belong to us. Forever.” He fought down a surge of rage at the very idea of her leaving.

  She grew quiet, but she didn’t appear angry or upset by his declaration. Her introspective gaze danced around the room, until she finally paused to stare out the window. The sun had risen fully above the mountain by now, and the sky was blue with a scattering of small white clouds. The nighttime insects had long since stopped chirping, but the birds flitting through the garden below had replaced their songs with a melodious tune of their own.

  “Thomas, the old man who’d almost won me in the auction before you showed up, is a cruel man. My life with him would have been one of misery. He beats his slaves bloody, breeds them—even breeds with them—and then eventually sells the children in the market, once they are old enough to work. It’s awful. When I imagined my future in the village, I saw my future children being sold and taken away from me. I couldn’t bear the thought.” She cupped his face. “But you saved me from that, Master.”

  His heart broke for her, knowing how frightened and worried she must have been while living in the village. He held her tighter and kissed her forehead. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, little human. Wolfe and I will keep you safe. We promise.”

  “The human villages aren’t near enough to your homestead to pose a threat?”

  He shook his head from side to side. “No. I was out scouting to ensure that the nearest human villages hadn’t cut into the forest and grown larger. But, looking at them from a distance, they appear even smaller and more derelict than when I first glimpsed them as a child.”

  She exhaled a long breath. “Well, that’s a relief to hear.”

  “Did Wolfe explain to you what it means to be claimed by both of us?”

  Her face reddened, her eyes went wide, and her lips parted in a tiny gasp. “Yes, Master. He says you will share me from the very first time. It is why he put that object in my…” Her voice trailed off and her blush deepened.

  A knock sounded on the door, and Wolfe entered a moment later. His eyes were red rimmed, and he repressed a yawn. Jaxon suspected he’d gone on a night hunt, given how tired he appeared.

  “Good morning, Ava.”

  “Good morning, Master,” she said, her gaze on Wolfe.

  Jaxon noticed the flare of desire in his brother’s eyes at being called Master. Even though he’d told Ava she wasn’t to be their slave, but their mate, she had still used the title of respect. He considered for a moment, knowing it wouldn’t be proper for her to call them Master in front of their children, or around his parents or any others. But in the bedroom… that was completely different.

  “Ava,” Jaxon said, “outside of the bedroom, you must start calling us by our given names. But in the bedroom, you will call us both Master.”

  She glanced from him to Wolfe. “I understand, Master. Are you both going to have me now? To finally claim me?” To Jaxon’s surprise, there was a flicker of hopefulness in her eyes, even though she trembled slightly in his arms. Wolfe noticed her reaction too, and he stepped forward and brushed a hand through her hair, giving her a concerned look.

  “Little slave,” Wolfe said, “you must accept a larger plug than the one you currently have seated in your bottom hole before you’ll be able to take the fullness of my cock. Why are you in such a hurry for us to claim you? Did I not give you enough pleasure last night? You cried out in ecstasy at least a half a dozen times.”

  Her eyes bulged and she lowered her head, clearly growing increasingly worried. Jaxon exchanged a look with his brother. They had to get her to talk, but first they needed to remove the plug. He rose with her in his arms and placed her on her feet beside the bed.

  “Bend over and pull your behind cheeks apart, Ava. We’re going to remove the plug, and then you’re going to tell us what’s troubling you.”

  * * *

  Ava stood at the foot of the bed, peering from brother to brother. It was one thing to allow Wolfe to insert the plug in her bottom hole, when it was night and the room was dim, but having both twins stare at her expectantly in the bright morning light while waiting for her to bend over and spread her ass apart was too much. Her hands trembled at her sides and she backed up in the direction of the wall.

  “I can remove the plug myself, Masters.” She held her chin high, even though inside she was quaking with nerves. She most certainly didn’t want them removing the plug, and she definitely didn’t want them prying into her private thoughts. She didn’t wish to admit that her reason for hoping they claim her together soon was because she feared they might change their minds.

  Everything she’d ever wanted was so close she could nearly touch it. But until they actually claimed her, anything could happen to alter her present course. She couldn’t stop thinking about the time she’d been so certain Monrock was her salvation, only to be profoundly disappointed when he turned his back on her, refusing to defy his father and then eventually treating her as a common slave, as if all the years they spent together as children meant nothing. Tears burned in her eyes, and she shuddered and glanced down, hoping neither brother noticed her level of upset.

  “Ava, come here.” Jaxon crooked a finger at her as he waited by the foot of the bed. Wolfe stood nearby, apparently ready to assist in the extraction of the plug.

  She covered her bottom and stared at them. Heated waves of shame coursed through her, and she kept backing up, trying to put as much space between her and the brothers as possible. She gulped and tried to feel for the base of the plug. If she pulled it out before they could get to her, it would lessen her embarrassment and she wouldn’t be forced to bend over and pull her behind cheeks apart.

  “Ava, you’ve been given an order,” Wolfe said, his gaze darkening. “If we must ask again, you’ll be receiving a spanking before the plug comes out. Is that what you want, little slave? A spanking?”

  The mention of punishment, while both brothers were staring at her sternly, made the sensitive nubbin of her sex pulse with need. Oh, no. No no no. Now was not the time to become aroused. She pressed her thighs together and continued attempting to pull the plug from her ass, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic swept through her.

  “I wish to be alone for a while,” she said, forcing a boldness she didn’t quite feel into her voice. “Leave at once. Get out!” She nodded at the door, praying they respected her wishes, even though this wasn’t her bedroom.

  Jaxon strode to the chair he’d left his sword belt lying across. He picked it up and removed the scabbards, then gave her a pointed look. “Do you not recall what I said would happen the next time you earned a punishment, Ava? I said you’d feel the sting of my sword belt, did I not?”

  Her stomach flipped, even as more pulses of heat inundated her center. Her nipples hardened to painful peaks and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She looked to Wolfe for help, but his expression was just as resolute as his brother’s.

  “Masters,” she said, trying to sound imploring but unable to hide the mounting fury in her tone. “I can remove the plug myself. I don’t need your help. Now leave me at once. I said leave!” She placed her hands on her hips, but immediately regretted her act of defiance. Both brothers started approaching her, backing her against the wall with nowhere to escape. The whole while, her cunny wouldn’t stop aching and the sense of vulnerability sweeping through her only deepened.

  Wolfe seized her first. He spun her around partway, angled her forward, and delivered five sharp swats to her behind. She danced in place, trying to avoid each smack, but he never failed to hit his target.

  When she glanced up from her humiliating position, Jaxon was standing in front of her, folding his sword belt in half. He met her eyes and smacked the leather against his palm. A quiver shot through her. Oh, Goddess. He was going to whip her. She’d hoped his threats in the forest had been just that
—threats. She blinked back tears and berated herself from testing the brothers. If only she’d bent over the bed like they’d asked, this would all be over, the plug already removed from her ass.

  Wolfe guided her into a standing position and marched her to the bed. Her heart pounded. She didn’t struggle, but she wasn’t exactly a willing participant either. She took grudgingly slow steps as he pulled her with him.

  “I’m sorry, Masters,” she blurted, shocked by how furious she’d sounded moments ago. What had gotten into her? She peered over her shoulder at Jaxon, but he was still holding his belt, and his jaw was set in a firm line. A chill went down her spine, even as the throbbing in her center persisted.

  “You would do well to obey us in the future, little slave,” Wolfe said, though his tone was more encouraging than stern. When he called her little slave, it sounded like an endearment, and she found she rather liked it. She was Wolfe’s little slave and Jaxon’s little human. At least, she would be, once they finally claimed her.

  Before she took her next breath, she was bent over the bed with her legs spread apart. Wolfe sat on the bed, holding her down, while Jaxon spread her thighs wider and wider. She felt exposed and exceedingly vulnerable, but no matter how much she wriggled around, they wouldn’t let her up. Finally, she gave up her struggles and rested her head on the bedcovers, burying her face and trying to hide her shame.

  “Settle down, little human.” Jaxon’s deep, firm voice made her cunny clench tight.

  She peeked out from the covers when she felt him moving behind her. He placed the belt on the bed, in her view, and moved to cup her bottom. He squeezed her left cheek, then the right one, reinvigorating the quick spanking Wolfe had given her. As he grasped her bottom, he pulled her cheeks apart, allowing the cool air in the room to caress her privates and make her ever aware of her defenseless position.

  She was completely at the mercy of both brothers, and her pulse quickened at the realization that Jaxon was going to whip her while Wolfe watched and held her down. She flushed all over and waited for her shameful punishment to begin. The fullness of the plug in her bottom hole grounded her in reality, making it impossible to think of anything else and reinforcing her feelings of embarrassment and helplessness.