Her breath caught in her throat as Ren scooped up some of the fluid seeping from her pussy and rubbed it over the puckered hole of her anus. Lottie screeched as he thrust his cock deep, giving her body no chance to yield of its own accord. There was something incredibly erotic about being held in place by two of her mates while the third slammed mercilessly into her. She tossed her head from side to side as Ren’s steely shaft took possession of that forbidden place. Her entire body thrummed with awareness, yet that blissful moment of release remained tantalizingly out of reach.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come.”
“If you come, I will spank you,” Jax warned.
She was beyond caring. She had to find her release. Lottie struggled to get free, so she could find a way to take what they weren’t willing to give. It was useless, she was held too firmly. She shook with desperation as Ren barked out her name as he reached his own climax. His seed trickled from her bottom as he stepped away. Her legs were lowered, and they dangled limply over the edge of the bench. There was no respite as Jax moved to stand before her once more. Realizing that he wasn’t done with her, Lottie’s lips formed a startled o-shape.
“I want that sweet little cunt again.”
It was not a request. He drew her legs up around his waist and slid his cock into her swollen pussy. Already well-used by her enthusiastic mates, she groaned as Jax seated himself fully inside her. He stilled, and she felt those ridges on his cock pulsing as he held himself in check. A delicious heat spread throughout her tender flesh and she clenched her muscles to squeeze his manhood as she tried to heighten her own arousal.
“Who do you belong to, Charlotte?” he asked.
“You,” she groaned, raising her hips to entice him to move. He put a hand on her stomach to hold her down. Her face twisted in disappointment. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are,” Jax pulled out of her and slammed back in, “and don’t you ever forget it.”
Her mouth fell open as he swiveled his hip. It was pure, sensual torture. Despite being sore, she panted as her entire body hummed with pleasure. Jax pushed her legs down and she exhaled sharply. He slid his cock into her drenched pussy at a different angle, so his shaft rubbed her clitoris. She shook as she edged closer to a climax.
“Do. Not. Come,” Jax bit out.
How was she supposed to obey that command? It was impossible when she was so close. Bucking her hips, she strained at the bindings around her wrists. She wanted to dig her nails into Jax’s flesh. Her breath quickened and her womb spasmed with the first flowerings of an orgasm. Then it all slipped away as Jax pulled out of her. A scream of frustration ripped from her throat. She raised her head to see him taking his cock in his hand and pumping up and down.
“It’s not fair,” she whined.
Lottie fell back and clenched her eyes shut to block out the sight of her mate bringing himself to completion. She pursed her lips when he barked out an inhuman sound and splattered his semen across her stomach. She opened her eyes to glower at Jax, but he’d gone to huddle with his brothers. What were they plotting now? When they came back to her, she gave them a pleading look. She’d taken all the sexual torment she could for one day. If any of them touched her now, she would scream bloody murder.
“Since you took that fucking so well, we’ve decided to give you a reward,” Jax told her.
“There is a condition, however,” Marc added. “Before you get your reward, you will allow the witnesses to see the evidence of your claiming.”
Lottie’s brow furrowed. What the hell did they mean by that? Surely the witnesses had seen enough through the curtain to convince them the claiming had taken place and they had to have heard her.
“You will let them inspect your well-fucked pussy and ass,” Marc said.
“And our seed drying on your skin,” Ren added far too cheerfully.
Lottie couldn’t say she was thrilled at the prospect of being examined so closely by strangers—again. She opened her mouth to refuse.
“Or,” Jax added before she could speak, “you can return to your cell and be strapped down so you cannot seek your own pleasure.”
It was framed as a choice but there really was no option. She was too on edge to refuse the chance of being rewarded with the release from this pent-up desire she so desperately needed. If she didn’t achieve satisfaction soon, she was going to burst.
“Okay,” she agreed. If it meant her mates were going to perform their magic and give her the pleasure she knew they could, then the humiliation was worth it. She was no stranger to having her body on display, after all.
She gritted her teeth as the curtain was drawn back, exposing her naked form to the eyes of the others in the room.
“You may inspect our mate,” Jax said, “but know this, I will cut off the hand of any man who dares touch her.”
Well, that was something, Lottie supposed. She was aware of chairs scraping on the floor as people got up. Footsteps sounded their approach and Lottie fixed her gaze on the ceiling, keeping it there. She tried to block everything out, but the occasional murmur filtered through and the physical closeness of some of the witnesses made her skin prickle. It was embarrassing to be looked at like some specimen in a laboratory, but more than anything, she found she had an urge to laugh. This situation was ridiculous. What sort of culture allowed this? It was no worse than the one she’d fled from back on Earth, she supposed. The odious old creeps of the High Council subjected young virgins to horrendous examinations before they were married off to men they didn’t choose. She was thinking about the unfairness of that when a hand touched her waist, making her jump.
“Roll over, Charlotte,” Ren said, and she realized it was his fingers that were on her.
She did as she was told, turning over onto her front. Her legs were pulled a little wider apart to give her audience a better view. Lottie screwed her eyes shut and hid her face against the padded surface of the bench. She’d been doing a good job of pretending this wasn’t happening up until now. Although her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, she was beginning to feel a wicked thrill. These men must be getting pretty horny as they looked at her most intimate parts and knowing she’d been taken hard by her mates, but they couldn’t touch her. They wouldn’t dare.
“You are satisfied?” Jax’s voice boomed. It pleased Lottie to hear the irritation in his voice. He hadn’t enjoyed that any more than she had.
“We are,” a male replied. “We accept that you are now bound to Charlotte Calder.”
“Good,” Marc spat out, “you can leave.”
The chains were removed from her wrists and Lottie rubbed the red marks they’d left as Ren helped her to sit up. Her mates were all watching her intently as their witnesses filed out of the room.
“The trial is over now, Charlotte,” Jax said gently.
Trial? That was an interesting way of putting it. Had the whole thing been some sort of test? She would ask them about that later.
“Good, now give me my reward,” she demanded, “and you’d better make me come harder than I’ve ever come before.”
She’d had enough of playing the meek and mild little prisoner to their desires. She was going to get what she wanted or there would be hell to pay.
Chapter Twelve
Marc couldn’t help but grin at the sheer nerve of Lottie making demands with that petulant pout on her face. When it came to orgasms, their mate was a greedy little monster, always wanting more. He should spank that boldness right out of her, but fortunately for Lottie, he was willing to cut her some slack. Despite her initial struggle and the occasional protest, she’d behaved well during the claiming ceremony. It couldn’t have been easy on her and she’d earned some consideration with her compliance. Now that they’d used her body thoroughly, they were going to show her the benefits she could reap from being obedient to them. He picked up the pants he’d discarded earlier and drew a blindfold from the pocket. He stepped toward Lottie and she shrank away from him.
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br /> “What’s that for?” she asked, eyeing the black strip of fabric warily.
Marc raised an eyebrow that told her not to question his decisions. She stared at him for a moment, weighing her options. Then she gave a disgruntled snort.
“Fine!”
The way she threw her arms up in despair almost made him laugh out loud. It was amazing how quickly she forgot herself and reverted to being a brat. Shaking his head, he placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it in place behind her head. Then he scooped her up into his arms.
“Hey!” Lottie protested. “Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere more private,” Marc told her. “Don’t worry, your reward awaits.”
He thought he heard her huffing out something like ‘it had better be,’ but chose once again to ignore her insolence. If he was honest, he was pleased she felt comfortable enough to talk back to them as she used to. When she was being challenging, he took it as a sign she trusted them not to hurt her. Of course, it was a different story when they were in public. In the presence of outsiders, he required strict obedience from her.
Marc carried her through a door to the left of the dais and immediately entered a long corridor. Used only by members of his family, it led directly to their inner sanctum. Lottie snuggled against his chest, feeling so warm and soft in his arms that his heart swelled. Now that they’d claimed her, he was never letting her go.
With Jax and Ren following close behind, he made his way to a room at the end of the passageway, one that he’d entered only once before. He could sense his twin’s excitement. At times, his brother reminded him of an overexcited youth. He had no idea where Ren got his boundless enthusiasm from, but he was glad of it. So much in their lives had been dark, thanks to the wars they’d endured, and so Marc cherished light wherever he found it. Of course, he would never tell Ren that. Sharing feelings was not the Bylanthian way.
Jax opened the door for him and they stepped into a large, marble-floored room where they would take their time to worship Lottie’s body. Marc set her down on her feet and tutted sharply when she raised her hands to remove her blindfold. She immediately dropped them to her sides. He smiled as, deprived of the chance to see what was in front of her, she sniffed the air, looking for clues to her surroundings. Their mate had acute senses, honed beyond normal human ability and she soon picked up a scent.
“What is it?” she asked. “Roses?”
Marc was damned if he knew. Marra had prepared the room for them and he had no idea what the fragrance was or, for that matter, what a rose was. He didn’t know what Marra had done to create the aroma that hung on the air. Bylanthians didn’t generally go in for perfumes so she must have picked it up elsewhere.
“Is this a garden?” Lottie moved her foot around to feel out what she was standing on. “Nope, marble floor and the air’s too... steamy?”
Amusing as it was to watch her nose scrunch up as she tried to work out where they’d taken her, Marc wasn’t prepared to stand there all day playing a guessing game. He removed her blindfold and she glanced around the room, soon spotting the enormous sunken tub at its center.
“We had it prepared for you,” Jax said, grinning in amusement Marc shared as Lottie jumped up and down excitedly.
“It was my idea,” Ren chipped in. “Does it please you?”
“Does it please me? I thought you were going to give me an orgasm or two, but this...” She flashed them a grin that just begged for a swat across her backside. “This is so much better.”
“Should we be offended by that?” Marc asked. “I mean, we had planned to make you come repeatedly but now...”
Lottie surprised him by throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down so she could kiss his cheek. Then she did the same to each of his brothers. Her eyes were alive with delight and it was clear their gesture was the right one. She practically skipped to the edge of the tub and dipped a toe in the water. Then she sat and lowered herself down into the bath. A low moan of pleasure escaped her. Marc exchanged a look with his brothers and they hurried to join her.
The bath was warm as he stepped into it and there was a silkiness to the water that must have come from whatever substance was scenting it. On a tray by the side of the tub was a pitcher of a sweet juice made from perantha, the only fruit that grew in their harsh climate. There were also chocolates, a synthesized delicacy that could be found only on Earth. Marc had no idea how Marra had come by them, but he would find a way to reward her for her resourcefulness later.
Lottie startled him by suddenly slipping down under the surface of the water. She popped up a moment later, her hair dripping wet, with a huge smile on her face. It made her look young and carefree and he realized that she’d always worn an air of maturity that was beyond her twenty-one years.
“This is bliss,” she said, “don’t you think?”
Like his brothers, Marc nodded but, in all honesty, he was struggling to see the appeal. The water was warm and felt calming but the smell of roses or whatever it was got up his nose in a way that was deeply unpleasant. Lottie must have seen the expression on his face as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“You don’t like it?”
Marc shrugged. “It’s not how I would choose to relax.”
Lottie gave him an appraising look as though wondering what he did do to unwind. The truth was he rarely took time for himself. There was too much to do, ensuring the safety of his people.
“Well, I love it,” Lottie said firmly. “Baths are such a luxury on Earth. People would kill to be able to enjoy this.”
“I have never bathed before,” Ren admitted.
“What?” Lottie let out an incredulous laugh. “Never?”
“We have no need of it,” Ren said. “Our sweat contains a chemical that cleans our bodies. It releases a light fragrance that makes us smell of flowers. Hadn’t you ever noticed?”
“No, how does it... aargh!” Lottie groaned as she realized Ren was teasing her.
“We prefer to shower,” Marc said. “It’s more efficient.”
“Efficient?” Lottie scoffed. “But this is so romantic.”
Was it? Romance was a human concept, not one the Bylanthians gave much thought to. But he supposed providing her with a bath when it was not something he or his brothers enjoyed did fit the bill.
“Yes, Charlotte,” he conceded if only to put an end to this pointless conversation, “it is romantic. Now, lie back and let us take care of you.”
He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace as his brothers began to wash her body. The contented humming she made vibrated through him and he breathed deeply as he tried to prevent himself becoming aroused again. This was Lottie’s reward and she’d earned the right to enjoy it.
* * *
It was like floating on air. The water soothed her aching bones and her mates’ hands roamed over every inch of her body, slowly working any residual pain from her body. They were so gentle with her, it was hard to believe these were the same men who’d fucked her into exhaustion just minutes ago. They were a strange dichotomy of harsh and loving but she wouldn’t want her mates to be any other way. Smiling contentedly, she rested her head back against Marc’s safe, solid chest while Ren and Jax washed the last traces of their semen from her skin. She felt so at peace in Marc’s arms as the others tended to her. The only thing needed to make the moment perfect was Daen’s presence. It hadn’t escaped her notice that he’d not taken part in the claiming ceremony that gave her official status as their mate. She didn’t want to think about the implications of that right now. Not when the others were being so wonderfully attentive.
“Time for your reward,” Jax said as if what he and his brothers were doing in caressing her wasn’t enough of a treat already. She could have lain there in the water all night, enjoying the feeling of their hands running over her. Still, she wasn’t about to refuse what they had to give. She gasped as Jax lifted her up to sit on the edge of the tub
. Not yet ready to get out of the deliciously warm water, she pouted until she saw the erotic intent in her mate’s eyes.
“Lie back, Lottie,” Jax commanded.
It was an order she was happy to obey without question, especially since he’d finally called her by her nickname again. She lowered herself down onto the cool marble floor. Jax eased her legs apart and bent his head to blow gently on flesh that was still tender from being taken so vigorously. The waft of air made her giggle.
“That tickles,” she protested, when he repeated the action.
“Does it?” he asked with a grin. “How about this?”
Jax ran his tongue along her cleft. No, that didn’t tickle, but it did feel incredibly good and her whole body began to tingle with anticipation. Lottie sighed contentedly as he licked her with long, firm strokes of his incredibly talented tongue. Her desire building, she was growing wetter by the second. Jax pulled back and watched her face intently as he slipped a finger inside her. She moaned, but it wasn’t pain she felt. As Jax added another long, thick digit and began to fuck her slowly, Ren hauled himself out of the water. He leaned over Lottie, claiming her mouth for a lingering kiss that seemed to reach deep inside and grab hold of her heart. It was gentle, coaxing rather than demanding a response from her. His warm, soft lips conveyed a wealth of feeling Lottie knew a man like him would never express in words and she eagerly returned the kiss.
Ren drew back and dipped his fingers into the pitcher of fruit juice. He brought them to her lips and she opened her mouth to let him drip the sweet nectar down her throat. When she’d had every last drop, he coated his fingers in the juice once more. As Lottie’s tongue darted out to lap up the honeyed liquid, he pulled his hand away, laughing as she scowled at him. He repeated the move several times, bringing his hand tantalizingly close to her lips before withdrawing it again. Frustrated by his teasing, Lottie reached up and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place so she could lick his fingers. She sucked them into her mouth and reveled in the tortured groan he gave.
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