Claiming Their Slave (Barbarian Mates Book 3)

by Sue Lyndon

  “Ava,” Jaxon said in a no-nonsense tone. “When we give you an order, we expect you to obey. If you had complied and bent over the bed, the plug would already be out. Why did you fight us?”

  She shuddered. “I-I don’t know.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack! He struck her bottom several times in quick succession. She rose up on her tiptoes, but otherwise couldn’t move to dodge the falling slaps. Finally, he paused and rubbed her sore behind, but while the caresses soothed the sting, she knew he could start spanking her again at any moment. Or reach for his sword belt. Her heart fluttered with nerves and she struggled for air, her chest heaving under her increasing breathlessness.

  “Tell me why you fought us, Ava, and why you are in such a hurry to be claimed by us.” His hand left her bottom, as if he was preparing to strike again. The threat prompted her surrender.

  “Wait! I’ll tell you!” she gasped and lifted her head. “Please, please, no more spanking.”

  “You still have a dose of the belt coming, Ava,” Wolfe said. “That cannot be helped. But if you answer my brother’s questions, your punishment will be over soon.”

  “I’ll tell you, Masters.” She sucked in a few deep breaths and glanced from brother to brother. “It’s so bright in here, with the sunlight shining in the window. I was embarrassed about the plug. Last night, when Wolfe put it in, it felt different somehow. I don’t know, but I didn’t feel as ashamed as I do now.”

  “There is no shame in preparing your body to accept your mates.” Jaxon moved to stroke her back.

  “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one with an object shoved up your… ohhh! Ouch!” Wolfe squeezed her tender ass in warning, and she writhed in pain until he finally eased his grip.

  “Manners, little slave. You had best mind your manners when you’re speaking to your masters.”

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her shame deepening under his scolding tone.

  “Now, answer the second question,” Jaxon prompted. “Or I will redden your bottom further before I take my belt to you. Why are you in a hurry for us to claim you?”

  Sorrow tightened in her chest. She didn’t want to admit to her fears and her insecurities, but right now, they weren’t giving her much of a choice. After a steadying breath, she tried her best to put her feelings into words.

  “The moment you both finally claim me, you’ll be bonded to me forever. I like the sound of that. Forever. But if you wait, and perhaps for some reason, change your mind about claiming me, I worry about what would happen then. Would I continue on here as your slave, only to watch you take a Banded female as your mate and have children with her? Would I be sold to another, or will you drop me off in a human village to fend for myself?”

  The truth that she omitted from her little speech was the most painful of all—that in the short time she’d known Jaxon and Wolfe, she had grown fond of them and would feel utterly betrayed if they cast her aside for another.

  Men changed their minds sometimes. She knew this better than anyone. Their desires shifted. Their needs altered. When the possibility of riches came along, they dropped everything and chased it. When a prettier girl came along, they chased her. As a human, she was smaller and weaker than most Banded females. What if they suddenly decided she wasn’t fit to be their mate or the mother of their children? Their rejection would devastate her.

  In the brief time she’d known them, they had showed her more kindness than she’d known since her mother had been alive and before Monrock turned cold. Oh, why had she been difficult just now? Why couldn’t she have ignored her embarrassment and obeyed their instructions?

  “Ava,” Wolfe said gently, “a thousand unmated Banded females could show up on our doorstep tomorrow, and we wouldn’t look at them twice. I’ve been dreaming of you since Jaxon bought you, before I’d even seen you and confirmed your existence with my own eyes. You belong to us. I swear on the Goddess that we’ll never want another female. You are our perfect mate, little slave, and we’re going to show you just how much you mean to us, after your punishment is over, that is.”

  Chapter Eight

  Though it pained him to see her cry, Wolfe held Ava down while his brother delivered her whipping. She’d been naughty and they couldn’t allow her to go unpunished. She needed to understand that they expected her complete obedience, and there would be immediate consequences when she disobeyed. It was the way of their people. Males led, and females submitted.

  The strokes Jaxon delivered weren’t overly harsh, at least, and Wolfe suspected Ava’s tears stemmed more from her utter relief that they were keeping her, no matter what, than from the physical pain of her chastisement.

  Jaxon paused and leaned over Ava, putting his mouth to her ear. Her shoulders heaved from her sobs, but she gradually grew quieter and turned her face toward him.

  “I’m going to remove your plug now, little human, before I give you the final three lashes. I expect you to be a good girl and not struggle.”

  Ava sniffled and nodded into the bedcovers. “I’ll be good, Master. I’m sorry for fighting you earlier, truly, I am.”

  Jaxon left the belt on the bed, moved to stand behind her once more, and reached between her thighs. He rubbed her cunny for several moments, and Wolfe’s cock went rigid as the sweet scent of her arousal reached him.

  “If you’re very good, little slave, you can come after your whipping is over.”

  A relieved sigh escaped her. “Thank you, Master.”

  “She’s very wet,” Jaxon said. “Completely soaking.”

  Ava shuddered and pressed her center against Jaxon’s hand, while Wolfe continued holding her down in case she proved disobedient again and put up a struggle. They couldn’t have her thrashing around while they were removing the plug.

  The brothers exchanged a knowing look and nodded at one another in agreement. Wolfe’s lust burned hotter and he took a long inhale of Ava’s delectable scent.

  Though it would be a tight fit and they would have to adequately prepare her with a sufficient amount of lubrication in her bottom hole, and Wolfe would have to restrain himself and pump into her as gently as possible, they would join with her today.

  Claim her as theirs.

  Master her body and her heart.

  Wolfe couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  Jaxon grabbed the base of the plug with one hand and continued rubbing Ava’s clit with the other, circling her swollen nubbin and spreading her growing moisture all over it. Her moans came faster and louder, and she jerked her hips against his touch.

  “You had better not come yet, little slave, or you will be punished. My brother has to finish your whipping first, you naughty girl.”

  Though Jaxon hadn’t thought Wolfe would succeed in beginning the training of her bottom hole so soon, he was now glad for it, because he very much wanted to ease her fears. Taking her now, pumping both their cocks into her tight holes and filling her up with their seed, would seal her status as their bonded mate. Then all the worries in her head would quiet, and she would forever belong to them. It pained him to think she harbored any doubts about their intentions toward her. Under no circumstances would they ever let her go.

  Even if she didn’t desire them, he didn’t think he would have the power to release her. The strength of the possessiveness he felt toward her bordered on obsession, and he suspected Wolfe shared in his feelings.

  “I’m going to withdraw the plug from your tight little ass now, Ava. Stop wiggling your hips and hold as still as possible.”

  Jaxon began pulling the plug from her behind. She gasped but remained relatively in place, only moving slightly when he pinched her clit and rubbed it harder. Her pucker clenched and unclenched around the intrusion, and he finally had it almost out of her, with only the tip remaining submerged in her snug hole.

  “You’re doing well, Ava,” he praised. “When Wolfe puts his cock in your ass, are you going to be a good girl and take all of it?”

  “Yes, Maste
r. I will.”

  “And when Jaxon shoves his cock past the virginal resistance in your tight cunny, little slave, are you doing to be a good girl for him, too?”

  “Yes, Masters. I promise. You can take me whenever you wish. I am ready.”

  The brothers nodded at one another again, their decision to claim her today, much earlier than anticipated, only strengthening. Jaxon gazed down at her, tender regard for her swelling in his chest. He would do anything for her, anything to see her happy—aside from letting her go. Though he hadn’t been entirely certain what his plans for her were when he’d bought her, there had been a part of him that had known she would belong to him and Wolfe, not as a slave, but as their lifelong mate.

  In time, he hoped she grew to care for them as fiercely as they already cared for her and would care for her once the mating bond formed between them. But until that time, they would keep her and love her, and protect her with their lives.

  Jaxon pushed the plug back into her several times, thrusting the shaft in and out, as she clenched around it and emitted the sweetest little whimpers. Her cunny became drenched, her moisture growing as he gentled his strokes on her clit, not wishing for her to come just yet. She still had the last three strokes of his belt coming.

  Finally, he withdrew the plug from her ass completely and set it aside. He spread her ass cheeks wide and stared at her shy pucker, envying his brother for getting to fuck her bottom hole first. But, claiming her cunny would be just as sweet, he reminded himself, and released her ass and reached for the belt.

  He stepped back and prepared his aim, trailing the leather over her reddened cheeks. She shuddered and sniffled. Goddess, he couldn’t wait to comfort her and dry her tears, but first he had to fulfill his duties as her disciplinarian. If he wasn’t firm with her, she wouldn’t learn to follow their rules, and he wouldn’t take the chance that she might disobey and put herself in danger one day.

  Though their home was safe, there were still dangers that lurked in the forest, and the safestones surrounding his property didn’t guard against Banded, humans, or other similar men who might come calling without an invitation. The safestones only guarded against animals. Her willingness to immediately obey their orders was more important than she could probably imagine. The thought of any harm coming to her filled him with a fury that rivaled his bloodlust on the battlefield.

  He wielded the belt against her ass cheeks, harder than the previous strikes, three times in a row. Then he tossed the implement to the chair and lifted her in his arms. Wolfe hovered over her too, smoothing his hands through her hair and kissing her cheeks. She sniffled a few times but her crying soon quieted. Jaxon wiped the remaining tears from her face with his thumbs and murmured comforting phrases into her ear, calling her a good girl and his sweet little human.

  “Are you still upset with me, Masters?” she asked, shuddering.

  “No, little slave. All is forgiven. But you must learn to obey us. When you’re given an order, whether it’s inside or outside the bedroom, you must do as you are told. You cannot simply do as you please, and you certainly cannot order us out of a room or speak to us in such an indignant tone as you did. You must remain respectful at all times, or suffer the consequences,” Wolfe explained, holding her chin in place as he stared down at her, his expression intense.

  “I understand, Masters. Though I was a slave in the village, I had plenty of free time, in between my chores, and I suppose I am quite used to my privacy. Serving one master who had a set routine wasn’t the difficult part; it was knowing that at any time I would be bred, and worrying about what would happen when he died.” She frowned and then added, “Many of the other slaves had it a lot worse, though.”

  “Try not to think of the village anymore, little human. The troubles you had there are no more. And if you say the word, Wolfe and I will go make your master, and anyone else, pay for how you were treated.”

  Her eyes widened in alarm. “No! You mustn’t. I mean, please don’t. I would rather you stay here.” She grabbed ahold of Wolfe’s arm and pulled him closer, while nestling her face against Jaxon’s chest.

  Wolfe slipped a hand between her thighs and drew his fingers through her moisture, and Jaxon prompted her to spread her legs wider.

  “Do you want to come now, little human?”

  “Oh, yes, Masters. Please.”

  “Wolfe’s going to stroke you to a release, and then once you’re sufficiently recovered, you will take both our cocks, Ava. We’re claiming you today.”

  * * *

  Ava writhed in Jaxon’s arms and kept her legs spread as Wolfe rubbed the most sensitive part of her cunny. She moaned and lifted her center to meet Wolfe’s touch, the heat gathering and pulsing harder.

  Her vision became blurred when Jaxon groped her breasts and pinched her nipples, and each tug on her stiffened peaks sent a zing of sensation straight to her womanhood. There were hands all over her, caressing and squeezing and stroking. She closed her eyes and let the sensual euphoria wash over her, her breaths coming faster. She was so close to coming apart and riding the waves of ecstasy, and she jerked her hips in tune with Wolfe’s rubbing, until the friction became too much and she was propelled upward to the clouds.

  “Good girl,” Jaxon murmured into her ear, his lips trailing over her flesh.

  She gasped for air, feeling lightheaded as the last pulsing remnants of her release faded. Caressing hands were still touching her all over, and she collapsed further in Jaxon’s arms, completely drained of all energy.

  When she managed to open her eyes, both of her soon-to-be mates were staring at her, their expressions intense and loving. She silently thanked the Goddess for whatever magic it was that had drawn them to her. She peered from brother to brother as she continued catching her breath. She was so tired from her punishment and then the wondrous pleasure they’d given her that she felt as if she’d just finished running to the top of a mountain.

  Resting her cheek against Jaxon’s chest, she closed her eyes once more and reveled in this blissful moment. She hoped she recovered her strength soon, because they were planning on claiming her today. Her heart raced and her spirits soared at the thought. A family. She would finally be part of a family.

  “Come, little slave, and we’ll see you fed. You must be famished after your… ordeal.”

  Her stomach chose that instant to rumble. She supposed she would feel better and more awake after she ate and drank something. “Yes, Master,” she said, rising to her feet with Jaxon’s help.

  Wolfe opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt of Jaxon’s. He tossed her the garment and she quickly donned it, thankful she wouldn’t have to walk downstairs in the nude. What if his parents stopped by unexpectedly, or anyone else? Her face flamed, because if the brothers were to order her to walk around the house naked, she would have no choice but to obey. Her cunny spasmed. Unless she wanted a spanking.

  She followed the twins downstairs and sat at the table while they cooked. She watched in wonder. She’d never sat at a kitchen table while others cooked for her. In the village, she’d taken the one meal she was usually permitted in her bedroom, all alone, since her previous master had expressly forbidden her from eating at the kitchen table.

  “Are you sure I can’t help?”

  “Stay right there, little human. You’ll be cooking for us soon, but for now, let us take care of you. Wolfe and I haven’t died from each other’s cooking yet.”

  “Speak for yourself. I think the reason Mother is always dropping off food for us is because she fears you’ll poison us both,” Wolfe said with a laugh.

  Ava smiled and took a sip of the hot tea Jaxon had just served her. It was sweetened with the perfect amount of honey, which he said his fathers cultivated from the beehives they maintained on the edge of their homestead.

  Wolfe set a plate of ham and fried potatoes in front of her, and Jaxon offered her a hearty serving of a baked apple dish on the side. The food smelled delectable, and once they took their se
ats with their own plates, they enjoyed a pleasant meal together. The whole time, she found herself blinking back tears.

  They laughed. They shared random stories. They even talked about the weather. And it was perfect. So perfect. She’d never sat around a table, conversing and having a wonderful time, while sharing a meal with family or friends before. Sometimes when she passed other houses in the village around dinnertime, she had sneaked a peek in the windows of homes that had large families and closed her eyes to pretend just for a moment, that she was seated at one of those tables too.

  She rose with her empty plate in hand and started clearing the table. They helped her in putting the kitchen to rights, and once they were finished cleaning, an awkward silence stretched between the three of them.

  Excitement propelled her heart to beat rapidly, and she gulped hard and suddenly felt naked, even though she was wearing one of Jaxon’s shirts. The twins’ penetrating gazes stripped her bare and left her feeling defenseless. But she wasn’t scared. She wanted this. Wanted them.

  Wolfe approached her first and swept her up into his arms. He growled.

  “I can smell your arousal, already gathering between your thighs again. You must be entertaining some naughty, naughty thoughts.”

  “Perhaps she needs another spanking,” Jaxon suggested.

  “Tell us, little slave, what are you thinking about right now?”

  She felt her eyes go wide, and she struggled to answer his question. “I-I am th-thinking of both of you.” She sucked in a quick breath. “I am thinking of how it will feel when I, um, accommodate both of you at the same time.”