Land of the Brave: Forbidden Spice (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jools Louise

Chatan stroked her thigh, nuzzling into her neck. “Sweet, Chenoa, sweet dove, we thought you were a short man,” he admitted, generating more laughter from all three of them. “You ride like a Comanche, and were so determined to flee us.”

  “If you had been a man, we would not have tortured you, but killed you quickly, with honor,” Maska said, giving Mary a light kiss.

  The words sent a slight chill down Mary’s spine, and for once she was grateful for being born female.

  “What if I had not been attractive to you?” she asked, frowning a little.

  There was a pause, and she met Maska’s dark gaze intently.

  “We would not have taken you to our home,” he replied simply, unapologetically. “I don’t know quite what we would have done, but our chief is not a kind leader. He would have hurt you, and tortured you. We would not wish that on such a fierce little dove with a warrior’s heart.”

  Mary sat up suddenly and rested her chin on her bare knees, shivering a little. “Have you killed many people? Women?” she asked, wincing as pain shot up her arm. It had been about three weeks since she had fled her captors, now her lovers. In that time, she had taken a fever, woken intermittently several times, while shivering one moment, and burning up the next. Over the days she had been here at their mercy, they had tended to her as though she was indeed precious to them. She couldn’t imagine that they would have harmed another female.

  “What troubles you?” Chatan asked, stroking her back. He came to kneel behind her, kissing her nape. She shuddered, his light touch so soon after two explosive orgasms sending new darts of intensity to her clit. Reaching around her, Chatan delved between her thighs, fondling her sensitive folds, and she whimpered with renewed need, almost flinching from the overwhelming feeling. “We are warriors, at war with those who attack our people.” His fingers probed deeper, sliding inside her as his lips nibbled along her neck. She whimpered, moving restlessly as her head lolled back helplessly against his shoulder.

  “I know all that,” she whispered, closing her eyes against the onslaught of new sensations. “I just can’t believe that you are so gentle with me, and yet you have no compunction against killing innocents.”

  Chatan snarled against her shoulder, nipping her sharply before soothing the sting with his tongue. “We kill those who attack us,” he said gruffly. “We kill those who attack our people. Would you be happy if people simply invaded your home, made themselves at home, and then attacked you as they defended what they stole?” His tone was fierce, and she felt a twinge of compassion for what his people had suffered. In those stark terms, it was no wonder the Native American tribes hated intruders.

  He nipped again and Mary frowned slightly, feeling sharp fangs graze her skin. Jumping slightly, she stared over at Maska. He was watching them, stroking his cock lazily. He smiled at her, and she tensed as she saw different teeth revealed—canine fangs.

  “We are not just Comanche,” Maska said, moving closer to fondle her breasts with his free hand. “We inhabit a world which straddles the human and animal kingdoms…we are werewolves, shifters who carry the blood of the timber wolves’ ancient ancestors.” She remembered the wildness in his gaze earlier, as though there had been something else lurking behind his familiar face.

  “When we mate, you will be ours, forever,” Chatan added, lifting her butt a little, and then moved her to sit in his lap, his cock sliding inside her dripping sheath. She sighed with relief at being filled again, loving being stretched wide as she sank back down. “You found us because the mating call drew you to us. We found you because you were ready to mate with us. You will form the basis for our new pack. Our brothers will be on their way. The mating will be complete when we have all joined with you.”

  “There are more of you?” Mary squealed in shock, then gasped as Chatan’s fingers played with her clit, rubbing her sensitized bud relentlessly as he fucked up into her pussy. Her mind splintered with the new shocks. She felt sharp teeth against her nape, sinking into her flesh. Sudden heat seared through her, hotter than anything before. Chatan held her with his teeth, lifting her hips as he thrust up into her. His thrusts were powerful, and bounced her tits with each surge of his hips. Chatan was claiming her, and it was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. The wildness in her own heart exulted at Chatan’s behavior as he went primal in her. She answered his sexy call with one of her own, throwing her head back and moaning in delight.

  Chatan snarled, his control waning fast. Mary felt his hand at her tits, squeezing firmly, kneading her while his cock plowed her from below. Leaning forward, resting her weight on her uninjured hand, she instinctively moved to hands and knees, allowing Chatan to power fuck her from behind. He held her around the waist, his hand clamped over her abdomen to steady her. She arched her back, thrusting back as he slammed into her, wanting him to fuck her even harder. Maska knelt before her, presenting his damp, hard cock, and she took it eagerly, tasting her own cream mixed with his as he fucked her mouth.

  Chatan blanketed her back, his bigger body hot and hard against her, his hips pistoning hard and fast, as his cock pounded her in a way that had her screaming with delight. She needed this, so badly. Her two beautiful warriors, who brought her to such heights of pleasure were all hers. Two climaxes already, and she was already well on her way to a third. She couldn’t begin to imagine what she would be like when she had their brothers here, as well, all vying to fuck her. She should be disgusted, frightened, or running for the hills. For whatever reason, the only thing she could feel was an excitement to be fully integrated, fully mated with these passionate men. She felt a yearning to become one with them. Her body knew what it wanted. The mating call must have brought her to these shores, surely, for she felt as though she had been searching for something just out of reach, for years. It had brought her from the dusty, dirty streets of London and then to New York, before tempting her out west. She had reinvented herself, had cut her hair, and learned to ride for the Pony Express, while searching for something more exciting than washing dishes at a local diner.

  Now she was here, between two sexy warriors, her body tingling as her lovers played with her once more. Not only that, but she was mating with men who shared their bloodline with something out of legend—werewolves. She had read about such creatures, had thought they were a myth to scare children from wandering too far from their village.

  Chatan suddenly roared out, his release searing into her sheath as he came hard, and his fangs bit deeper. Mary moaned and sucked harder at Maska’s cock until his seed coated her throat. Chatan’s fingers pummeled her clit, rubbing furiously until she convulsed with pleasure, and bucked against him. Maska’s cock slid from her lips, and she cried out shrilly, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and completely sated. Moaning again, she quivered helplessly, while shaking in the aftermath as she felt Chatan’s strong arms pulling her back against him, and lap at the wound in her neck. His cock was still embedded deeply, a knot forming which held her locked to him. She felt a tiny barb latch onto her inner flesh, scratching her, and another burst of intense ecstasy ignited inside her, causing her to come yet again. Crying out hoarsely, she writhed atop Chatan’s still-rigid cock as he stroked her gently.

  The pleasure wave intensified even more, and she felt a click, as though two pieces of a puzzle clicked into place. Another scream escaped her before she collapsed back against her lover, still locked to him, her body clenching around him. A flash of light, a shudder of reaction, and then she fainted, feeling nothing more.

  Chapter Three

  Chatan welcomed his brothers, hugging them close as he greeted them in the pre-dawn of a new day.

  “She is ours,” he said huskily in his native tongue, feeling his cock twinge at the memory of claiming their beautiful mate. “Our little Chenoa is ours.”

  Dustu, their youngest sibling, grinned excitedly and rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Is she pretty?” he asked, earning a cuff to his ear in retaliation.
Yelping, he glared at Kata, the last brother, who rolled his eyes balefully.

  “So tactless,” Kata said haughtily, frowning. “And so shallow.”

  Dustu thumped his arm, Kata thumped him back, and within seconds, the pair was wrestling on the ground, dust and pebbles skittering everywhere as they went at it. Chatan gave a low growl, full of power, stopping the tussling in its tracks. The pair looked sheepishly at him, ducking their heads submissively to acknowledge his authority.

  “Our mate is sleeping,” Chatan chided, scowling. “I don’t want her to awaken to a pair of boneheaded halfwits acting like children.”

  “He started it,” Dustu protested weakly, then ducked his head lower at the reciprocal glare.

  “I’ll finish it,” Chatan retorted, curling his lip and biting back a smile at his youngest brother’s pout. His brother was only twenty-one, and had a lot to learn yet. He was fierce in battle, fearless when defending his people, but when it came to the family he was still a little immature. Chatan loved him dearly, and enjoyed his naïve joy of the world. He would still kick the kid’s ass if he woke their mate.

  “When do we depart?” Kata asked, looking serious. “Bimisi will know something is wrong, now that Dustu and I have left camp. He will get suspicious, especially after your last altercation. You and Maska have been gone for weeks.”

  Chatan nodded, and headed up the steep cliff path to the cave. The horses rested, feeding on clutches of juicy grass by the riverbank. They would not stray, and this canyon was well hidden. They all took steps to remove any traces of their trail. They had a little more time before they had to leave. Staying for too long would be suicidal. Bimisi would kill them all for their betrayal. He had no love for Chatan, who challenged his authority. Taking a female captive without informing Bimisi was tantamount to treason in their chief’s eyes. Chatan felt no loyalty to the man. Their father had died at his hands, shot in the back during a heated argument. Bimisi was the traitor to all they held dear. The old ways were practically dead, the buffalo gone. It was time to move north, to the mountains and away from the encroachment of technology and industry brought by the settlers. Chatan was no farmer or rancher…he was a hunter. And a wolf shifter. Neither he nor his brothers belonged in this territory anymore. It was too dangerous to remain here any longer. Now they had their beautiful mate, it was time to leave.

  * * * *

  Mary stretched, yawning hugely; her body felt energized and pain-free. She heard so many new sounds, as though she had been deaf before and could now hear for the first time. Birds sang far away, water gurgled in the river below. She also heard the low drone of voices, and listened to the exchange of words as Chatan spoke to two newcomers…his brothers.

  “Good morning, sweet dove,” Maska said huskily, his lips trailing along her jaw. She smiled at him and blinked sleepily. Her arm, so painful for weeks, was healed, and she felt as healthy as she’d ever been. And horny as hell. She sniffed, inhaling Maska’s musky scent, smelling his arousal in the early pre-dawn hours. It was pitch-dark in the cave, but her eyes could make out his naked form perfectly…and the thick erection that erupted from the light dusting of pubic hair at his groin.

  “Hmmm, good morning, little wolf,” she said, smiling at his look of surprise, and then relief. She had accepted what they were and was not afraid of her decision. She’d felt sexier in the last few hours than in her entire life. She was a woman, not a bauble to be displayed as a status symbol.

  He dipped his head, tasting her lips, and they kissed luxuriously for long seconds, exploring each other’s bodies with slow strokes of curious fingers. Mary remembered the previous night, her clit already throbbing in anticipation of more stimulation. She had come so intensely that she had blacked out. Chatan’s cock had locked inside her, its little barb releasing some kind of chemical reaction, which had in turn set off an explosion that had battered every single nerve ending.

  Maska’s talented fingers played with her clitoris, pinching it firmly, and then soothing the sting with firm strokes of his thumb. Two fingers slid inside her, and she moaned, spreading her legs wider as he began to finger fuck her, ramming them home fast and furious until she came with a deep sigh before floating back to earth. Maska nipped at her lower lip, sucking on the pouty flesh, and then kissed her tenderly, fingers still stroking in and out of her moist channel, slowly and surely.

  “My turn next, brother,” a new voice said excitedly, a voice she’d heard only a few moments earlier outside the cave. Mary stared over at the entrance, and saw the newcomers watching the show avidly.

  Shyly, despite herself, she ducked her head, unable to keep from trying to shield herself. She didn’t know why she did, a reflex action perhaps, but it had the two younger brothers softening their reaction, smiling gently.

  “You need not be alarmed, little one,” one of the newcomers said, slightly older than his sibling, his features more serious. His smile was a little more reserved, and he looked almost stern, except for the softness in his eyes, a liquid brown that melted her on the spot.

  “I’m Dustu,” the excitable one said, practically bouncing in place like a puppy. Except no puppy she had ever seen had such an awesome six pack, nor a thick, long cock that was already hard and ready. She sniffed delicately, trying to be discreet, and scented both men’s unique fragrance, which had her drooling in anticipation. Her initial shyness melted away, replaced by an urgent need to be fucked. She was turning into a sex addict, and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to find a cure.

  “I’m Kata,” the serious brother said, rolling his eyes at the younger man. “We are so pleased that Chatan found you. We have waited for so long.”

  Mary blinked, startled at the admission, since she had only known Chatan and Maska for a short while. They had mentioned mating, but not much else.

  “We are older than we first appear,” Maska said, smiling slightly, easing a third finger into her dripping sheath, which she accepted easily, arching her back in delight. “Our family has roamed these lands for centuries. My brothers and I have been around for about two hundred years.”

  “We’ve felt the mating call for over twenty years, but it was faint until about five years ago,” Chatan said as he entered the cave, already naked, his cock thick and hard and bouncing as he walked. The tip was wet with precum.

  He looked unashamed of his nakedness, proud in fact. Mary looked at the three tall men standing there, looking so similar and all aroused by the sight of her. She felt powerful and sexy, and her reservations about being with four men were scared away by the strength of her need to be fucked by them. She’d dreamed of being with two men, no details as to how that would happen, just knowing that it would happen one day. She had not ever imagined that she would attract four gorgeous men’s attentions. She was just a lowly seamstress turned outrider. Right then she felt every inch a woman, and never before had she been as proud of the fact. Being female was often a chore, something to hide and not flaunt. These men did not make her embarrassed of their desire, but allowed her to revel in it.

  Chatan came to kneel beside her, kissing her hungrily as he pinched her nipples teasingly. “Sweet dove, we must show you the art of loving all four of us,” he said, swirling his tongue with hers, dancing with her before easing back. He turned her onto her side as he lay down beside her. Maska draped one leg over his arm, still fucking her gently with his fingers and playing with her clit. She tensed a little, feeling Chatan tap her butt lightly, giving her a light smack before parting her butt cheeks a little.

  “Easy, little one,” Kata said, moving forward and kneeling beside his alpha. “We will be so gentle, you will feel nothing but pleasure.”

  Mary gasped as a finger ran gently along her shadowy crease in the rear, brushing her tiny hole, which had never had such attention in her life. She felt fearful again, not knowing what else to feel, despite a growing excitement.

  “Please, don’t be afraid,” Dustu said, looking worried, coming to lie beside her, facing her front
. He cupped her cheek, smiling. A slightly wicked light entered his green gaze, a stunning contrast to his tanned skin. “We’ll fuck your ass so good, you’ll be begging for more.” He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his good humor. She relaxed, and reached out to tug at his long braid, pulling him closer.

  “If I don’t, then I will expect retribution,” she told him seductively as she pushed out her chest, and saw his eyes widen a little before that wicked light returned.

  “Oh, my sweet mate, I’ll look forward to it,” he said, looking in awe at her breasts, the nipples a deep rouge, and hard as little pebbles. “May I please touch these beauties?” he asked, a hopeful expression on his face, as though expecting her to say no.

  Mary laughed and nodded, groaning as he immediately dove forward and latched onto a taut nipple, while Chatan rubbed her anus, anointing his fingers with the dewy moisture oozing from her pussy, and creating a delicious friction. She felt her rosebud clench, quivering like an untried filly before a fiery stallion. She felt nervous, but the fear abated. These four brothers, such beautiful men, were so gentle, so concerned with her pleasure that she trusted them implicitly.

  Kata moved closer to her head, and lay down on his side, tilting her head up toward him as his brothers played her body like a finely tuned instrument. He peppered kisses over her damp face, stroking tendrils of hair away from her flushed cheeks. Dustu sucked on one nipple and then the other, before burying his face between them, looking delighted with his playful antics.

  Kata kissed her nose, then her eyes, trailing lower before latching onto her lips. His caresses were timid at first, as though unsure of his welcome. Reaching back, she cupped his head, tugging him closer still. The kiss grew more heated, their tongues playing like seals, savoring one another with lazy greed. Mary felt herself roll a little more, her leg now over Maska’s broad shoulder, spread wider still. Chatan probed her tiny hole, his long finger pushing gently past the tight ring of muscle and loosening her, preparing her. She tensed as it slid in deeper to the knuckle, feeling a burn as her tight tunnel stretched to accommodate the intruder. It felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant, merely unusual—a new experience that was a little daunting.