Slave Gold 3: Darcy's Zennoxian Mates (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Becca Van

  Darcy groaned and gasped when he withdrew and when he drove back into her, he kept the strokes shallower. Each time he pressed forward, the head of his cock hit her G-spot, making her pussy contract around his large girth. And then he shifted behind her, his fingers digging into her hips, and he changed up the rhythm. Two long, deep fast surges and then three shorter ones.

  The tension inside built and her eyes slid closed as she savored each caress against her inner walls and sweet spot. The bed shifted at her shoulder, but she was so intent on the carnal feelings building inside of her she kept her eyes closed. However, when she felt a warm, wet tongue lapping at the tip of one nipple and the other being plucked between a finger and thumb, her lids popped open again.

  Her mouth opened on a loud exhalation and she met Cark’s glowing, hungry gaze when he looked up at her from his position on the bed. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand and the other on her breast. He was so fucking sexy, and no matter how hard she tried to break their visual connection, she couldn’t. He was looking at her like no other man had, beside his brothers, and it made her feel special.

  Her heart was already so full of warmth she wondered how it wasn’t overflowing, and with each stroke of his cock into her, she felt more connected to Lowl, too.

  And then all thought fled as Lowl caressed her clit. Her mouth opened on a soundless cry as the tension inside her drew to a massive culmination. The muscles inside of her cunt clenched around his shuttling dick before releasing only to clamp down again.

  Pinpoints of light formed in front of her eyes until she was blind to anything but the pleasure streaking through her whole body. Her muscles shook and shivered. Her body quaked and quivered and finally she drew in a breath of air only to release it with a euphoric scream.

  Her arms gave way, her forehead banging against Cark’s chest, and she was only barely aware of his arm going around her shoulders, keeping her steady in a world gone made with bliss. Just as the climax began to wane, she felt Lowl’s tongue bathe the flesh of her shoulder and she braced herself for what came next.

  When his fangs sank in deep, she couldn’t even scream or draw a breath. She shot right up in the stratosphere again. The gratification was so intense she nearly blacked out. Fluid gushed from her cunt and if Lowl hadn’t been holding her up by the hips, she would have fallen down flat onto the bed.

  Her entire being was jerking and shuddering and although the carnality was intense, she wondered if she was having a convulsion, too. No matter how hard she tried to get her body back under control, it was an impossibility. As the decadence waned and she floated back into her skin, the fire in her heart and soul roared out of control.

  Lowl shoved into her deeply on a roar which was muffled against her skin, and she felt his cock twitch and pulse as he reached his own climax. The warmth inside her grew higher and stronger, making her skin itch until she wanted to scratch and tear it from her body.

  If she had the energy and the strength to make her muscles move, she would be crawling on top of Cark so he could fuck her silly, but she was so lethargic she couldn’t move.

  Lowl drew his teeth from her flesh and licked over the wound, making her body tingle and itch even more.

  The sensations running through her frightened the shit out of her.

  “What’s happening to me?” she croaked out.

  “It’s the mating bond forming,” Cark answered in a deep gravelly voice. “It will ease once I’ve mated with you.”

  Darcy whimpered when Lowl drew his cock from her cunt. Juices dripped out onto her upper thighs but she didn’t care. All she cared about right this minute was dousing the fire bubbling inside.

  Lowl kissed her neck, hugged her for a second, and then released her before moving away. She moaned and shivered as her heated skin cooled now that he wasn’t touching her body.

  Darcy wasn’t sure she’d survive another round of sex. Her pussy was tender, but since the heat and itching intensified and her body began to ache more, she knew only Cark could douse the flames.

  She lifted her head from his chest and her breath hitched when she saw his elongated fangs and hard, pulsing cock. She needed that cock inside of her more than taking her next breath.

  Desperation gave her the strength she needed to push to her hands, and then she shoved at Cark’s shoulder to get him to roll from his side to his back. He did without a complaint and then he gripped her beneath her arms and hauled her up and over his body.

  She settled her knees on either side of his hips, reached back, and grasped his cock to hold it up, and then slowly lowered her pussy onto him.

  He groaned and she moaned as he shoved up to meet her downward slide and she gasped as he hit bottom. Darcy placed her hands onto his pecs for balance and rolled her hips. He felt so good, she couldn’t get enough.

  She leaned down to kiss him and just as their mouths connected, Cark wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over. It seemed that he was out of patience and was taking over. Good thing, because although she was horny as hell, she was also tired. She looked up into his mesmerizing gaze and then closed them and gave herself over to him.

  * * * *

  Cark wanted to go slow with his mate, but after watching her make love to his brothers, he was so ravenous for her he couldn’t. He kissed her voraciously, driving their arousal even higher.

  With his elbows on either side of her shoulders and his knees in between hers, he had total control of their loving. When Darcy had straddled and then impaled herself on him, he’d wanted to let her lead, but his greed wouldn’t let her for long. He was so famished for his tatra he couldn’t restrain his yearning to have her belong to him, too.

  He kissed her wildly, carnally, passionately, and thrust his hips hard and fast. His cock pistoned in and out of her quickly and he just hoped she was on board with him because he couldn’t slow down.

  He broke the kiss and gasped air into his lungs, trying to reign in his passion, but he couldn’t. He was too far gone.

  Cark opened his eyes and stared down into his tatra’s beautiful face and felt some of his guilt dispel when he saw she was with him every step of the way. Each time his pelvis met hers, he twisted his hips, making sure to connect with her little button, and she moaned.

  Already he could feel his balls drawing up in preparation to release, and even though he wanted to give her pleasure at least twice like his brethren had, he wasn’t going to make it. He bent his head and lapped his tongue next to Lowl’s mating mark and without any other preamble, he sank his fangs in deep.

  He roared with joy as he drove in to her tight sheath and held still as his cock pulsed and jerked as his seed shot up his shaft and erupted from the tip. He barely heard Darcy’s breathy moan as she too reached her peak, but he was aware of every contraction her pussy caressed his dick with.

  He felt the connection to his tatra in mind and body and soul. He hadn’t even been aware of the space in his heart until she’d appeared out of nowhere, and now that he had mated with her, the space filled until he wasn’t sure he could contain the emotions. The back of his eyes burned and when he blinked, a tear drop slid down his cheek.

  He hadn’t cried since he was a toddling, but he was feeling so much and wasn’t sure how to handle it.

  Cark’s fangs retracted and he laved the mating wound with his tongue. He’d heard about the healing properties in his saliva which only came to the fore when he found his mate, but since he’d never mated before he had thought it was a fabrication. There was no refuting it now. His four older brethren had also healed their claiming marks by licking her flesh. The wounds had closed over almost right away, leaving only the outline of their bite in her soft skin.

  Cark wanted to shout with joy because he had a mate, but he didn’t want to scare his little Darcy. When his breathing finally slowed and his limbs were no longer shaking, he lifted his head to look at his tatra.

  Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even. She had to
be exhausted after having all five of them claim her one after the other. He just hoped he hadn’t hurt her with his enthusiasm.

  Cark eased his softening cock from her pussy and rolled to the side before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and bringing her close. He and his brethren would have to work out a sleep schedule with their mate, but right now he just wanted to hold her. He loved how her soft skin felt against his own hard, muscled body. She was the perfect complement to him and his brethren and he would do anything he could to make sure she was happy.

  His sire had sat down with him and his sibs long ago and talked to them about having a mate. He’d told them if their tatra was happy then they would be, too. It was sound advice and he was going to do just that.

  Cark frowned when he felt more heat coming from Darcy in a spot that was hotter than the rest of her skin. He gently rolled her to her back and stared at her chest in awe. At the top of her left breast was the outline of a glowing pentagon hued in the color of her moonlight hair, and in the center of the five-sided shape was a five-pointed glowing blue star the color or her gorgeous eyes. His breath hitched in his throat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. The shapes and colors reminded him of the Nautical Star Vector which shone in the night sky after the four suns had gone down.

  He poured every ounce of his awed emotions through to his brethren and when he heard their footsteps hurrying toward the sleeping chamber, he was so entranced with the mating mark on his tatra’s chest he couldn’t look away to meet his sibs gazes.

  “What’s going on?” Froz asked as he entered the room.

  “Look at our mate,” Cark said in a raspy voice. Even he could hear the veneration in his own tone.

  He finally managed to drag his gaze from Darcy’s chest and watched as his brethren moved closer to the bed. Froz’s mouth dropped open as he stared at their tatra’s chest.

  Drac’s eyes filled with moisture which he tried to hide by blinking rapidly. Plat knelt down at the side of the bed and took one of Darcy’s hands in his own, before lifting it to his mouth and kissing the back of it.

  Lowl got onto the bed, his eyes locked onto the glowing mark at the top of Darcy’s breast. He opened his mouth as if about to speak, but closed it quickly when a nonsensical sound emerged before he swallowed audibly.

  “She is our one.” Cark finally managed to make his tongue and lips form words.

  “Yes, she is,” Froz said, his tone reverent.

  “If this gets out to the leaders of the other provinces, they will want to know where she came from.” Drac scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Maybe we should tell them,” Plat said without looking away from Darcy.

  “Why would we do that?” Froz asked.

  “Because we may just be able to form an alliance with all of them and stop the fighting,” Lowl replied.

  “Aren’t you sick of the conflict?” Cark asked, meeting each of his brethren’s gazes.

  “Yes,” his brethren answered as one.

  “First we need to ask our tatra if she is okay with us revealing her home world to the warriors of Zennox. Her decision will be the make or break of peace on this planet,” Plat stated.

  “And if she doesn’t want to tell the other leaders that she is from Earth, that will be final,” Froz said in a hard voice. “I won’t have anyone coercing her to tell them.”

  “The Western Provincial rulers could have already worked it out. You heard what Isa said about the ancients visiting the Earth planet. All it would take was a bit of research in the old parchments and they would have their answer,” Cark said.

  “That may be, but no one will be leaving Zennox until they have our tatra’s approval,” Drac stated.

  “And how are you going to stop them?” Lowl asked. “They were already intrigued with our mate. If they learn where she is from and that she is a compatible mate to our males, there will be no holding them back.”

  “They don’t know if we are compatible to breed with her.” Froz frowned. “I don’t want her near the other province warriors. They might take her and force themselves on her.”

  “Is that going to change the way you feel about our little Darcy?” Cark bit out angrily.

  “Pharm, no! Why would you even ask me that? She is everything to me. That is why we must protect her.”

  “To us,” Plat put in. “She has managed to calm us like no other ever has. I feel no violence roiling around inside me, and that is a relief. I hated not knowing if my aggression would become bad enough to kill. I would not have been able to live with my conscience if I had taken a life over a small infraction. We have managed to keep our hostility leashed, but if the other provinces realize we are keeping this a secret we could have a blood bath on our hands.”

  “Plat’s right.” Cark sighed. “We will talk to our tatra when she awakens. She needs to know what is going on and what could happen.”

  “Look at your chest,” Drac said with wonderment.

  Cark shifted and sat up against the headboard, looking down at his chest as he moved. He drew in a loud gasp when he saw the same mating mark on his left pectoral muscle as the one on Darcy’s. He turned to his brethren as they each looked down at their own bodies. It was small but each of them had an outline of a glowing pentagon and the blue five-pointed star. He’d been so intent on looking at his tatra’s claiming mark he hadn’t even thought to look for his own.

  He was ecstatic and wanted to wake Darcy up and start loving her all over again, but she was so tired she hadn’t moved since she’d fallen asleep. Not even their talking had awakened her.

  “Do you think she is all right?” Plat asked with a frown, his brethren’s thoughts obviously going the same place Cark’s just had.

  “I think so. She has to be exhausted after letting all five of us love and claim her.”

  “We’ll give her a few hours to sleep,” Froz said as he moved toward the door, but he paused, his eyes once more alighting on their mate. “If she doesn’t wake soon, we’ll have Rem Tark check her out.”

  “She also used a lot of energy showing us and our warriors all those moves,” Drac said, placing his hand on Froz’s shoulder and smiling at him.

  Cark smiled, too, and when he glanced at his other sibs he saw they were also smiling. None of them had smiled much since before they began their warrior and leadership training. Now that they had found the one woman meant for them, he was filled with elation.

  Now all they had to do was keep her safe.

  Chapter Ten

  Darcy woke feeling a little stiff and sore. She winced when she stretched, aching muscles letting her know she had used different ones in ways she didn’t usually, but she wasn’t complaining. In fact, her face was aching because she couldn’t stop smiling. When she saw that the suns had gone down, she realized she slept for quite a while, but then she didn’t really know what time she’d passed out either, so it could have been hours or minutes for all she knew.

  She flung the covers aside and rolled to her feet, taking the time to do some stretching to ease the stiffness in her muscles. She felt better when she’d finished and then she headed to the bathing room. After a quick dip in the pool and a quick yet thorough wash, she got dressed and went in search of her mates.

  She had been surprised to find the mark on the upper slope of her left breast, and when she’d touched it she felt warmth and affection being pushed at her through her newfound bond with her mates. She was so happy she wanted to dance. The only thing missing was some music. She missed music and wished she’d had her iPod with her when she’d been brought to this planet.

  Darcy adjusted the shirt on her arms. The neckline was a little big and the material kept slipping off of her shoulders, but there was nothing she could do about the fit right now. She hurried out the door, down the long hallway and the stairs, and entered the large hall-type feasting room.

  There were lots of tables set up around the room but the one where her mates were sitting was raised up on a dais. E
ven though she was used to people watching her while she danced, sitting up where everyone could see her while she was eating was a different story.

  As she approached the table, her guys rose to their feet and Froz pulled back the large olden-style chair back so she could sit down. After taking her seat between him and Drac, they both began offering her platters of food. She was so hungry her stomach was growling and she wondered if making love burned as many calories as dancing. It had certainly felt like she had used up more energy doing that than when she was exercising or dancing.

  “How are you feeling, little tatra?” Drac asked.

  She shivered as his warm breath caressed her ear, and to her amazement her nipples puckered and hardened and her pussy moistened. Surely she’d had more than enough sex for one day?

  “I’m fine.”

  “You are sure?” Froz asked from her other side.

  “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “You slept for a long time,” Plat said from beside Drac, and she wondered how he’d heard what was being said, since the others had spoken quietly. Her expression must have given her thoughts away because he continued on. “We have exceptional senses. Plus, we are all now connected, so it wasn’t hard to figure out what you were thinking.”

  Darcy grabbed the cup in front of her and took a sip to ease her dry mouth and throat. “Can you read my mind?” She didn’t like to think that was possible. A girl needed her privacy, after all, and she didn’t want them to be able to ascertain her private thoughts.

  “No, but we can feel what you are feeling, now that we are mated.” Drac winked at her and then nudged her arm. “Eat, I can feel your hunger.”

  Darcy ate and drank, but she was totally aware of the warriors in the room watching her avidly. She just hoped she didn’t spill anything because her hands trembled a couple of times as she lifted the fork and cup to her mouth.

  From the way Froz kept looking at her and frowning, there was something on his mind and it had to do with her. She waited patiently for him to broach whatever subject he was thinking about, but he didn’t approach it. She reached over and touched his hand to get his attention. “What’s wrong?”