“Victorious at last,” Daen said in greeting as Jax entered the room.
“And without a drop of blood spilled on our side.”
“I prefer it that way.”
Jax clapped him on the shoulder. They had been through many battles together and he knew his younger brother had always struggled with death and destruction. For the others, it was part and parcel of their daily lives, but Daen sought to avoid conflict wherever possible. At times, Jax wondered how Daen could have come from the same warrior father and indomitable mother as the rest of them. He was no coward, but he did have a gentler nature. Jax wondered if that was why he hadn’t been to see Lottie yet. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Daen had not even asked about her since he refused to take part in her examination.
“You should celebrate our victory,” Jax suggested. “Pay our mate a visit.”
“Your mate.” There was a belligerent tone in Daen’s voice. “I’ve already told you I want no part of her. When Marc and Ren return, let them have her if they want.”
Watching his brother walking off, Jax shook his head in despair. Daen was clearly still angry with Lottie, as they all were, but pretending she didn’t exist solved nothing. He hoped Daen would come around soon and accept she was still part of their lives, because if not, things were going to get extremely awkward for them all.
Chapter Nine
For a young woman who was used to being at the center of whatever action was taking place, sitting in a cramped cell with nothing to occupy herself was perhaps the greatest torture anyone could inflict. Lottie hated not being able to roam wherever she chose. The one consolation she had was that either by accident or design, Marc had not chained her ankle before leaving the room. Too keyed up to sit still, Lottie paced from one side of the cell to the other, waiting for someone to come and tell her what was going on. Something was happening out there—she was sure of it—and it killed her to not know if any of the men she loved were in danger.
That was not the only thing that was making her restless, though. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alive right now. Her senses were more acute than usual. The lights seemed brighter. She heard every sound just that bit louder than she normally did. Hyperaware of her surroundings, she had energy to burn and she knew it was because, more than anything, she needed to be fucked.
Although several hours had passed since Jax left her hanging, her desire had not abated. Her body craved his skillful touch. She needed satisfaction. Then, perhaps, she might be able to rest. Her gaze slid to the surveillance disk on the ceiling as she contemplated disobeying Jax’s instruction not to touch herself. Surely nobody would be watching her right now—not if there was some important mission in progress.
Deciding to take a risk, Lottie clambered onto the hard bench she slept on and pulled the blanket over herself. She turned onto her side, facing the wall and bit her bottom lip, nervous about the consequences of blatantly disregarding a command. She took a deep breath. If she was discreet, she might just get away with it. If she was caught, then how bad could it be? She could survive another spanking and she’d get over the guilt of disappointing her mates eventually. She just had to make sure it was worth it.
Lottie parted her legs, just enough that she could slip her hand comfortably between them. Her fingers brushed lightly against the sensitive flesh and electricity zapped through her. Something about the forbidden nature of touching herself heightened her body’s awareness and a tantalizing ripple spread out through her pussy.
She stifled a moan as she ran her fingers through the hot, wet flesh and found her clitoris. She circled her thumb around the little pearl, before pressing down on it, causing the bud to throb. Her hips shifted of their own volition as she slid two fingers inside herself and used the other hand to press down on her mound, intensifying the sensations. Slowly, she fucked herself with her fingers and imagined it was Daen who was sliding his cock in and out of her snug pussy. He was always gentle with her, more so than the others. He liked to bring her to a climax at a more languorous pace, stroking her with his fingers, worshiping her body with his mouth. Daen took his time to show her the tenderness she had learned not to expect from his brothers. They fucked like wild beasts and wrung one orgasm after another from her quivering body until she was thoroughly spent.
Lottie closed her eyes and pictured Daen leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth. She slid her hand up and squeezed her breast. A deep moan escaped her as she flicked her thumb over the rosy tip. Her skin tingled. She could almost feel his tongue lapping at her breast. Then, suddenly, the room turned cold as her blanket was pulled off her. Eyes flying open, Lottie sat up. She grasped the edge of the bench as she found Marc and Ren standing over her. Their faces might have conveyed disapproval, but their eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Oh, Charlotte, I’m sure you shouldn’t be doing that,” Ren scolded playfully.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Lottie protested, her cheeks burning with the outrageous lie.
“We could smell the sex the moment we entered the corridor,” Marc said disapprovingly. “You didn’t even hear us come in, you were so busy pleasuring yourself.”
It seemed pointless to continue to deny she’d been masturbating, so Lottie smiled weakly and shrugged. The brothers exchanged a look and then, suddenly, Marc reached for her. Startled by his sudden lunge toward her, Lottie squealed. He grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder to carry her from the room.
“Where are you taking me?” she shrieked. Her heart thumped as he strode along the corridor.
“To our private quarters,” Marc told her. “You’re ours for the night.”
* * *
Ren studied Lottie carefully as she knelt on the floor of the room within their apartments where Marc slept. If someone had told him a week ago that their mate would submit to them without a fight, he wouldn’t have believed it. Yet here she was, the very model of obedience, waiting patiently to be told what to do. She was so graceful in her pose, so beautifully demure with her head bowed reverently, her gaze fixed on the floor. Around her neck, she wore the collar Jax had fastened there as a sign of her lowered status. Naked and vulnerable, she was ready to do whatever they commanded of her. In the past, Ren had always sought out women who knew their place but with Lottie he wasn’t sure he liked this air of deference.
Part of what had attracted him to the little human was the fierce independence she displayed. Despite being brought up in New Cambridge, in a society that made its women subject to a series of harsh rules to be ruthlessly enforced by their male guardians, Lottie allowed no one to tell her what to do. That, of course, was largely thanks to her father’s influence. Reginald Calder was a leader of the resistance movement that sought to overthrow the despotic High Council and bring democracy to Earth. He had taught his daughter to value herself and to fight to the death for a cause she believed in. Ren and his brothers had never met a woman like her and they’d been instantly smitten.
It worried Ren that she barely protested about being reduced to the level of a prisoner. She deserved to be treated harshly for her betrayal of the love they’d shown her, but he wished she would rebel like she used to. Whenever they’d tried to instill discipline in her before, she’d hissed and spat and struggled until they subdued her. Now, she barely raised an eyebrow before complying with their demands. He could see Lottie didn’t want to do as she was told, but she didn’t fuss about it.
Perhaps all those months of unconsciousness had changed her. Nobody had a clue what went on in her head as she lay in that hospital bed. She’d certainly acted like a different person when she woke up. Of course, it might be the scarring on her face that had altered her behavior. Maybe she thought it made her less desirable and the only way to maintain the interest of himself and his brothers was to become more submissive. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Lottie’s appearance wasn’t important to Ren or the others. Only humans set store on such trivialities as physical beauty.
There
were still flashes of fire in her though. He’d seen it in her attempt to attack the idiot who’d dared to call her a whore. Ren understood her anger. He’d wanted to tear the insolent pup’s head off for the insult. Then there was her disobedience in pleasuring herself. These brief sparks of defiance were interesting, but not enough to convince him the old Lottie was still there. He wondered what it would take to draw her out.
Ren waited patiently while Marc stripped off his uniform and went to sit at the edge of the bed. They had planned an evening of celebratory fucking after their great victory but now they also had to punish Lottie for daring to think she had the right to play with her pretty pink pussy without their permission.
When Marc was ready, Ren put his hand beneath Lottie’s elbow and helped her get to her feet.
“We’re both going to take you, Charlotte,” he told her. “You know what to do.”
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly and flashed him a coy smile he wasn’t sure he trusted.
Lottie climbed up onto Marc’s lap, straddling him so her knees were to the outside of his thighs. Her thighs were spread wide. They’d done this a hundred times before, but she was out of practice and Ren knew it was going to be tough for her, especially when they deviated from their usual routine. As Lottie sank down onto Marc’s cock, she gave a groan that came from somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“That’s it, Charlotte,” Marc encouraged. “Take all of me.”
“I can’t,” she protested.
“Charlotte,” Marc warned.
She whined but lowered herself nonetheless until she’d taken all of Marc into her body.
“How do you feel?” Ren asked.
“Full.” Lottie wiggled her hips. “Too full.”
“You’re going to feel even fuller when you take my cock up your tight little ass,” Ren chuckled. He signaled to Marc that he was ready, and his brother gripped Lottie’s wrists firmly. Marc fell back onto the bed, taking their human mate with him. As her arms were held out to the sides, Lottie had no option but to lie against Marc’s chest. The result was that her bottom was beautifully presented to Ren. He couldn’t help but grin when he saw the fading pink stripes on her pale flesh from an earlier chastisement. Adding to those was going to be very satisfying. “But first we have the matter of your punishment to deal with.”
“What?” Lottie tried to push herself up, but Marc held her as tightly as any steel bindings would.
“You’ve earned yourself a spanking for touching what’s ours,” Ren told her.
She huffed but said nothing as he went to the cupboard at the side of the room and retrieved a large plug for her bottom and a paddle made of a clear plastic that he knew had a nasty bite to it. Returning to the bed, he rubbed his hand over the plug to activate the lubricating fluid it contained. There was a chemical within it that would help relax her muscles just enough for her to take his cock without a struggle once the spanking was over. He positioned the tip of the plug between her butt cheeks and began to push it inside her. Lottie gasped, but even though it had been a while, her body remembered what it was supposed to do. She offered little resistance as he seated the silicone object fully inside her.
“Oh, fuuuuuck!” Lottie moaned as she was stretched wide. “It’s too much.”
Despite her complaint, Ren could smell her arousal on the air and he knew from the grin on his brother’s face that their mate was drenched.
“You are to remain in position throughout this punishment and you are not allowed to come,” Ren told Lottie, before he addressed Marc. “Shall we say eight?”
“Better make it six. That paddle stings pretty badly.”
“Very well.” Ren adjusted his stance, so he stood at a ninety-degree angle to the bed. It would give him the optimum range to paddle Lottie’s naughty little bottom. His cock stirred at the sight of her pale white buttocks with the dark blue base of the plug nestled between them. Shaking his head to banish the lustful thoughts from his mind so he could get on with the job at hand, Ren drew back his arm. “Six it is.”
* * *
Lottie’s face paled. If Marc was suggesting a lower count than Ren, the implement must be vicious. She hadn’t been spanked with a paddle like that before. Made of a long, thick strip of clear plastic, it looked cold and clinical, harder than the leather-covered paddles she was used to. Even before Ren struck for the first time, she knew this punishment was going to be intense. Her clit already pulsed furiously in anticipation of what was to come. Impaled by Marc’s enormous cock and with that huge plug stuffed in her butt, she felt stretched to the limits. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming. As the paddle landed on her bottom, Lottie wailed as a scorching pain fired through her. Shoved forward by the impact, she felt as though Marc’s cock would slide out of her. Eyes watering, she sucked in a breath and wriggled to try to soothe her inflamed flesh.
“Tut, tut, Charlotte,” Marc said sternly, “no trying to get away.”
He pushed her back so she was forced to take his entire length inside her once more. She groaned as she was stretched and when the paddle hit her almost immediately, she could not contain her reaction.
“Sonovabitch!” she shrieked as the flesh in her bottom lit up.
She wriggled her hips to try to shake off the soreness but succeeded only in heightening her arousal as the butt plug and Marc’s shaft moved inside her. Sensation streaked straight to her womb and her face contorted in ecstatic agony. How the hell was she supposed to survive this sensual torment? Holding still was bad, moving was worse. Pleasure seemed to come at her from all directions to meld with the pain and create a confusion that brought tears to her eyes. The paddle fell across her right buttock. She screamed and bucked against Marc, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“It’s too much!” she protested. “I can’t do this.”
She struggled to free herself, but Marc held tight.
“Look at me, Charlotte.” he commanded.
She raised her head to meet his gaze and saw the depth of his passion reflected in his dark brown eyes.
“You can do this,” he assured her. “We’ve got you.”
Lottie blinked back a tear. The kindness in Marc’s voice wasn’t something she was used to hearing from him. Before what happened on Taar-Breck, Marc was good to her—all her mates were—but she’d never known him to be gentle and it made Lottie want to weep. As she looked down at him, she knew she could rely on his strength.
The tender moment between them soon passed as Ren wielded the paddle with ruthless efficiency once more. Lottie rocked forward, trying to escape the stinging pain. She managed only to intensify her desire as her clit rubbed against Marc’s cock. The plug pressed on her feminine channel from behind to amplify the delicious stretch and she moaned with need. She wanted the spanking to be over and for Ren and Marc to fuck her properly. She wanted to come so badly but knew satisfaction lay just beyond her grasp. It eased the anguish a little to hear grunting from Marc that confirmed he was struggling almost as much as she was.
As the paddle fell for the fifth time, Lottie yelled out a string of curses.
“That’s not very ladylike,” Ren chided.
Like she gave a shit about her manners right now. Lottie’s lip formed a snarl and Marc’s smirk of amusement made her clench her fists. This was intolerable. Her bottom throbbed with an unpleasant heat even as she felt a different kind of warmth at her core. Seeming to read her thoughts about wanting to escape this exquisite torture, Marc tightened his grip on her wrists and rocked his hips, reminding Lottie that she was to remain precisely where she was.
Waiting for the paddle to strike for the final time, Lottie whimpered.
“Last one, Charlotte,” Ren said reassuringly.
The paddle cracked across her bottom and Lottie let out a voiceless scream. She screwed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. She heard the paddle drop to the floor and Ren’s hand flattened across the small of her back as he slid the plug from her bottom. T
he feeling of emptiness once it had been removed came as a surprise to her, but it was not to last for long. Ren thrust his cock inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight!” he commented.
Lottie had to agree. If she’d thought she was stretched by the plug, it was nothing compared to having his long, thick shaft invading her rear. Being filled by her two mates at the same time was something she’d missed. There was no other feeling like it. Ren might be larger than the silicone plug, but his body was warm, vital. The pulsing of the ridges that zigzagged along the length of his cock sent electrical impulses through her body, bringing her own passions surging to the fore.
Her mates began to move in a well-practiced rhythm. As Marc drove forward, Ren pulled back. All Lottie had to do was hang on tight, knowing they were there to catch her as she fell. The first climax came quickly, hitting her with unexpected force. She gasped for breath, feeling like she’d been picked up and flung into a whirlpool. The moment she began to recover, Marc reached up to play with her breasts, tugging sharply on the painfully erect nipples to send her over the edge for a second time. As she felt her mates’ cocks swell within her, Ren’s fingers stroked her hips while Marc pinched her hugely engorged clitoris. Both of her men came simultaneously and she, too, was carried to the peak. Her body juddered uncontrollably as her mates withdrew from her body and eased her down onto the bed. Black spots floated before her eyes and she gasped as a jet of fluid squirted from her body. It was not something that had happened to her before and, overwhelmed by the sensation, she began to cry.
Ren rubbed her back and hummed softly to her. The comfort she took from his gentle ministrations helped her get her emotions in check.
“Why the tears?” Ren asked.
“I don’t know,” Lottie sniffed. “I just feel...”
There was no way for her to describe it, not to the two men who were looking at her with such bemusement. She threw her hands up helplessly.
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