Claiming Their Slave

by Sue Lyndon

  “We’d best get her upstairs and teach her a lesson.”

  With Ava still in his arms, Wolfe climbed the steps and carried her into her bedroom. Jaxon followed and closed the door behind him, sealing all three of them inside. The smaller window that overlooked the highest mountain peak was open, and a cool breeze floated in to caress her face, bringing in the fresh earthy scent of the nearby garden. She inhaled deeply, appreciating every little detail of her beautifully decorated room, from the sturdy handmade furniture to the large bed covered with thick blankets. She would never be cold here, or lonely. She had all the comforts she’d never had, was blessed with a pretty view of the mountainside and the forest, and soon, she would have two loving mates.

  Her gaze focused on the bed. Jaxon sat her on the edge of it, but grasped the bottom of the borrowed shirt she was wearing and drew it over her head. Wolfe reached in his pocket and pulled out a container of a clear liquid he’d simmered on the stove for a few minutes while cooking breakfast. She’d thought it was part of their meal, but then he’d poured it into a jar after it cooled and sealed the container tight. She’d been too caught up in the wonder of sharing her first meal with others, as if in a normal happy family, that she’d forgotten about it until now.

  Wolfe held the jar up. “This is lubrication, to help ease the way of my cock going into your ass, little slave. Don’t be afraid. It’s harmless, and you will find it most helpful. It will also numb you slightly and it has healing properties, so if you are sore afterwards, the discomfort will not last for long.”

  Jaxon pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. She stared in awe at his muscular chest. She hadn’t seen him even partially unclothed until now. When Wolfe removed his own shirt, and came to stand beside his brother, a needy whimper sounded in her throat. Moisture gathered between her thighs, pulsing hot and increasingly urgent. Her breasts ached and her nipples hardened, tingling with the need to be caressed. She resisted the urge to touch herself and instead scooted back on the bed, anticipating one of the brothers would pounce on her at any moment.

  “Spread your legs, little human, and show us your pink swollen cunny.”

  She hesitated only an instant. They’d already seen her naked. Spanked her. Whipped her. Held her while they stroked her privates and made her see stars as she writhed in ecstasy.

  You can do this, she told herself, as she lay back on the pillows and parted her legs wide.

  “Good girl. Now reach down and pull your cunny lips apart. Show us all the sweetness hidden within those slick folds of yours.”

  When she touched herself, she was stunned by her immense level of wetness. Each time she’d stroked herself while under her covers at night, she had grown moist, but she’d never been as drenched as now. Embarrassment made her hot all over. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, yet she found herself moving her nether lips apart and spreading herself even wider under Wolfe’s and Jaxon’s intense stares.

  Their deep growls reverberated in the room. She remained in the naughty position while the brothers finished undressing. They removed their boots and trousers, and her mouth fell open as she gazed at their huge, ready cocks. She gulped hard and her stomach rolled with nerves. Would she truly manage to accept them both at the same time, given their immense sizes?

  Wolfe approached from her left, and Jaxon advanced on her from the right. They crawled up beside her and attacked her with their mouths, teeth, and hands. Soft kisses, little bites, and sensual caresses. She moaned and closed her eyes, lost in the blissful sensation as they pressed their bodies to hers.

  Chapter Nine

  Wolfe cupped Ava’s breast, then leaned down to suckle on the nipple, laving it with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and tugging just hard enough to make her moans start anew. She reached for him, running her hands through his hair. He moved lower to her stomach, kissing his way down her body. When he settled his mouth on her cunny, she squealed and bucked against him, but Jaxon helped hold her in place.

  “My brother wants to taste you before he claims your ass, Ava. Be still and let him sample your sweetness.”

  Wolfe nudged her hands from her slick channel and plunged two fingers inside, driving in and out while he traced the outline of her swollen clit with his tongue. Goddess, he loved the taste of her feminine arousal. He pumped his digits faster but delved only deep enough to hit the barrier of her virginity.

  She moaned louder and arched her hips, pressing her center more firmly against his mouth. Paying attention to her responses to his ministrations, he pulled away from her cunny and withdrew his fingers when she started gyrating her hips in a steady, concentrated rhythm and her moans turned to keening, desperate whimpers.

  “You’re not coming again, little slave, until both our cocks are buried deep inside you.”

  Jaxon, who had been kissing Ava, leaned back and stroked his hands through her hair as she gave Wolfe a frustrated look. Her face was flushed, and her chest rose and fell quickly under her rapid breaths, once again drawing his attention to her breasts. She was so beautifully responsive that he couldn’t wait to shove his hard length into her bottom hole, imagining the music of her little moans and her exquisite tightness as he claimed the most secret part of her.

  Jaxon urged her to get off the bed and kneel on the bearskin rug in the center of the room. Wolfe approached them, stroking his cock while keeping his gaze locked on Ava. A worried expression flitted across her face, as she peered up at Jaxon and then glanced to Wolfe. Her tongue glided out on her bottom lip as Jaxon grasped her head and aimed his cock for her mouth. Wolfe came up behind her and held her in place, settling his hands on the back of her head.

  “Open your mouth wider, little slave, and pay attention as Jaxon teaches you how to properly suck a cock.”

  A quiver ran through her and she tried to jerk back the moment Jaxon’s manhood pressed to her lips, but Wolfe kept her in position and watched as she took the first plunge of his brother’s cock in her mouth. Jaxon encouraged her to open wider and keep her teeth out of the way, and she soon became a more willing pupil, moving her head forward in tune with the steady thrusts.

  “How does her mouth feel, brother?”

  Jaxon shuddered and guided her head back, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. “Fucking wonderful. See for yourself.” He switched places with Wolfe. “Be a good girl, little human, and show Wolfe what you’ve learned.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She exhaled a quick breath that danced over Wolfe’s cock and opened wide to take him in her mouth. Fuck, yes. His vision became blurred as she ran her tongue over the side of his shaft before taking him deeper, until the head of his length hit the back of her throat. Closing his eyes, he grasped the sides of her face and commenced plunging in and out of her mouth, gradually increasing his pace. She occasionally whimpered or moaned around his manhood, and the little noises vibrated through him and prompted him to take her harder and faster.

  “You’re doing a very good job, little human. That’s it. Keep sucking the cock that will soon be balls-deep in your ass,” Jaxon said, but Wolfe was so lost in pleasure that he almost didn’t hear him.

  With a growl, he withdrew from her mouth, not wanting to lose himself and spend down her throat. When he came inside her for the first time, it would be as Jaxon had said—balls-deep in her ass.

  Jaxon helped Ava to her feet, and Wolfe wrapped his arms around her, smoothing a hand through her hair and putting his lips to her ear, while Jaxon crowded behind her. She shivered between them.

  “Are you ready, little slave? Ready to be claimed?” He nipped at the softness of her lobe, then ran his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten. She gasped and her entire body quaked.

  “Yes, Master. I’m ready.” Her knees buckled, but they held her up while pressing their bodies against her.

  Wolfe finally released her and retrieved the container of lubrication. He removed the lid and turned to find Jaxon leading her to the bed. Jaxon lay atop t
he covers and guided Ava to straddle him, but he didn’t sink his cock into her yet. Wolfe crawled up behind her and smeared a dollop of the lube between her legs, thrusting it up into her cunny, to prevent her any pain when she lost her maidenhead.

  Jaxon gripped her hips and lifted her higher for a moment, aiming his cock straight for her center. He pulled her down onto his shaft and drove upward in the same instant. She cried out, but there was no hint of pain to her cry. Only pleasure. The lube had saved her from experiencing any discomfort. If they had first taken her separately, each of them claiming her in turn, they likely wouldn’t have bothered with the lubrication in her cunny, as a pinch of pain during the throes of passion wouldn’t harm her. But given that Wolfe was about to shove into her tight ass for the first time too, they thought it prudent to make this experience as comfortable as possible for her.

  Some Banded men didn’t share their female between them in the bedroom, and even those who did usually each claimed their mate separately first, before training her to accept them both at once. But Wolfe and Jaxon had always sensed it would be better to share their female the very first time, to claim her and help her understand that she would forever possess their love and protection. As badly as Ava ached to belong to a family, to belong to them, it made even more sense to join with her in unison, with Jaxon pounding into her cunny as Wolfe thrust into her ass.

  Jaxon held her down over his cock, not yet moving inside her, likely in order to allow her to become accustomed to his size, and also likely waiting for Wolfe to drive his shaft into her.

  Scooping up a large amount of the lubrication, Wolfe parted her bottom cheeks further and smeared the clear substance over her shy pucker, once again delighting in the involuntarily clenches of her dark pink hole. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to seat himself fully inside her, to feel her tight warmth around him as he claimed what was his for the taking.

  Positioning his length at her snug entrance, he placed his hands on her hips after Jaxon grabbed onto her legs to hold her steady.

  “Are you ready for my cock in your ass, little slave?”

  She gave a whimper, but she soon nodded and said, “Yes, Master.”

  Slowly, Wolfe pressed forward, pausing every few moments as he sank into her. The pleasure of being inside her overwhelmed his senses, and his vision blurred as it had earlier when her lips had been sealed around his cock. He dug his fingers harder into her flesh and inched deeper still, gliding into her until his balls smacked into the bottom of her spread cunny lips.

  Now that they were both submerged inside their precious little mate, it was time to fuck her and make her shudder with pleasure. Not withdrawing from her, they shifted positions on the bed, guiding her down between them and allowing her to rest on her side, with Jaxon still inside her cunny and Wolfe just as deep in her asshole.

  “Ah, that’s better,” Jaxon said. “Now we can plunge into you as hard as we want, and all you can do is lie here and take it, little human.”

  She exhaled a shuddering breath and clutched onto Jaxon, but she soon reached one hand back to touch Wolfe, and his heart contracted at this one simple gesture of hers, a sign that not only was she ready to begin, but she held regard for them both. Wolfe knew it was too early for her to love them, but she was starting to care for them, and she had enough sensibility to realize they were her perfect match. After the difficult life she’d led, she now had two Banded men to offer her all she’d been without for so long—protection, a place to belong, and their undying affection. Because once they bonded with her, nothing would break the intensity of their connection to her.

  Still holding her hips, Wolfe moved in her ass, withdrawing slightly only to plunge back inside. Her walls clamped down around his shaft so tight, he had to pause and take a few deep breaths to keep from spilling his seed too soon. She squeezed his leg and panted when he started thrusting in and out of her again, and she gave a high-pitched cry as Jaxon begin moving in her cunny.

  Though the sun had risen hours ago and Wolfe was usually sleeping by now, he wasn’t slowed down by fatigue at all. The primal drive to claim, to conquer, and to possess every part of his new mate lent him the stamina to pound her harder and faster.

  * * *

  Ava could scarcely catch her breath or form a coherent thought. She couldn’t speak, and she could hardly move. All she could do was lie between Jaxon and Wolfe as they slammed their cocks into both of her holes. The fullness of them inside her cunny and ass at the same time left her sweltering in the surges of her increasing desire.

  Closing her eyes, she kept squeezing Wolfe’s leg while clutching Jaxon’s arm, feeling an overwhelming need to touch them both as they claimed her. Her heart hammered in her chest and she gasped when they increased the pace of their thrusts. Her legs were curled around Jaxon, and her pulsing clit impacted upon his center with each quick thrust.

  A heated swell of blinding pleasure slammed into her, so sudden and forceful that she felt lightheaded as she rode the waves of her abrupt release. She soared upward and then floated languorously in the final vestiges of this sensual elation, still aware of each thrust into her cunny and ass, but so drained of energy that she couldn’t even open her eyes. She moaned softly, reveling in the solid reassurance of the muscular bodies pressing against hers.

  This was really happening. Finally, after years of being alone and worrying for her future, she had two mates to call her own. Their rumbling growls vibrated through her and their masculine scent tantalized her senses. She could already discern one brother’s voice from the other—Wolfe’s was slightly deeper and rougher—even when they were moaning or growling, just as she could recognize them by their unique scents—Jaxon smelled more like a mixture of worn leather and something deliciously spicy, while Wolfe smelled like the earth and the exotic scents of the forest.

  During the journey to their homestead, Jaxon had mentioned something about a great war against the River Lord and claimed he and his brother had just returned from a long, bloody battle. The hunters who left the village and occasionally ran into a Banded man in the forest had brought back stories about the River Lord, but she hadn’t known whether the tales of his savagery were true, as many of the hunters’ tales seemed very far-fetched. She was glad the Banded had prevailed against the River Lord and the elves who’d flocked to his banner, and as she remained between Jaxon and Wolfe, while they continued claiming her thoroughly, she imagined they had longed for an end to the fighting so they could return home and start their lives anew. Jaxon hadn’t admitted as much, but his pained yet fierce expression as he spoke of the war revealed more than his words.

  Though Wolfe hadn’t broached the subject with her, she was certain the war had left a dark mark on him as well. How could it not? Even the strongest, bravest men had limits. She hoped her presence in their lives helped heal their hearts, as their presence in hers was already mending her own hurts. To finally not have to worry about her future children being born as slaves was the best gift she could imagine, and to know any children born of her union with Jaxon and Wolfe would be well provided for and cared for filled her with tenderness for the brothers.

  “Open your eyes,” Jaxon said in a hoarse voice. “Look at me, little human. I want you watching as I pump my seed deep into your tight cunny.”

  Somehow, she managed to obey, opening her eyes and staring straight into Jaxon’s handsome gaze. An instant later, he snarled and started driving into her faster, and behind her, deep in her ass, Wolfe did the same.

  She felt the first spurt of warmth in her ass, and a moment later, the same sensation in her womanhood, as the brothers writhed against her with jerking movements, moaning and growling as they finished the act of claiming her.

  As their mate. Forever.

  She blinked back tears and smiled at Jaxon, then turned to look at Wolfe, running her hands through his thick dark hair until he shifted to meet her eyes.

  “I feel your heart beating, little slave, as if it’s inside me, deep in my very so
ul.”

  “As do I, Ava,” Jaxon said against her ear. “We are mated now. You belong to us, for all the days of our lives.”

  Wolfe pulled out of her ass and leaned in to kiss her forehead. She returned her gaze to Jaxon as he withdrew from her center. Both her asshole and her cunny ached, but it was a delicious sort of ache, and she wasn’t in any great pain. Her muscles were sore though, as if she’d just walked several miles uphill. She rolled onto her back and stretched, wondering if the brothers would claim her together all the time, or if sometimes they would take her separately. She supposed she would find out soon enough.

  Jaxon stood and drew the large bathtub into the center of the room, and Wolfe disappeared downstairs for a while, only to return holding two steaming buckets of water. She marveled at how massive the buckets were and how effortlessly he carried them, one in each hand as if they weighed no more than a small sack of potatoes. He took one more trip downstairs, and when he came back and poured the contents of last two buckets into the tub, the water level was now near the top. Jaxon sprinkled flower petals and added a small amount of liquid soap, then swirled it around in the water with his fingers.

  Wolfe approached Ava and lifted her in his arms. A sudden yawn stole over her. “After your bath, you can take a nap, my sweet little slave.”

  She moaned—nearly as loud as when the brothers had claimed her in unison—when he placed her in the warm water. Almost immediately, the soreness in her muscles relaxed. She inhaled the floral scent of the soap and watched as the purple flower petals floated on the surface of the water.

  Jaxon dipped a sponge into the tub and commenced running it over her arms, her back, and her chest. Wolfe grabbed a cloth and gave her the same treatment, but delved lower down her stomach until he reached between her thighs. She flushed as he washed her there, and her face heated further when he next spoke.

  “Turn over on your hands and knees, Ava, and lift your bottom out of the water, so we can better clean your privates.”