Blooming Desire: An Extraordinary Spring Romance Collection

by S. J. Sanders

  “Gods above, Olan. Stop asking me questions and start touching me. Please.” The idea that these two were meant to be her mates was still a little, well, alien. She supposed it shouldn’t be all that foreign considering the fact that the Venium had fated human mates as well.

  Olan laughed, his hands sliding up the inside of her leg. The panic that shot through her made her jerk violently.

  “I’m sorry, Fanahala.” Olan rushed. “Did I hurt you?”

  Samantha squeezed her eyes shut, taking deep breaths as she tried to shake the memory of Marsel’s touch from her mind. He’s gone, she told herself, but it didn’t stop the tears. “Marsel.” She choked out. “Before I found you all in the cells…”

  Zuran growled, a terrifying sound that made the hairs on her arms stand at attention. “He hurt you?”

  She shook her head, swiping at the tears that slid down her cheeks. “Not really. He came to the room after I woke up. The things he said… they were awful... I didn’t know what he’d done to you two, and he was trying to…” Her chin trembled as she took a deep breath. “He was touching me, I couldn’t get away from him at first.”

  “Fanahala…” the word sounded pained.

  “I had my pocket knife on me, inside my dress. He stopped to take off his pants, and I stabbed him with it, three times I think.”

  “Good.” Zuran hissed.

  “He deserved far worse, Samantha.” Olan brushed the hair back from her face. “I’m sorry we weren’t there to rip him to pieces, but I’m glad he died by your hand.” He kissed the tips of her fingers softly.

  “We can stop,” Zuran whispered.

  She turned her head so that she could look into his eyes. The madness was there, swirling around the outer rim. She didn’t want to stop. Zuran needed her, and she needed them. “I won’t let him win from the grave, Zuran.” Her hands framed his face, drawing him close for a sweet kiss. “I don’t want to stop; I just needed to tell you.”

  Olan shifted at her side, pushing himself to his feet, a current of electricity sliding along his arms. “You trust us, Samantha?”

  “Of course.”

  He nodded and she watched as the tiny sparks of his current jumped along his skin, lighting up like the little fireflies she had once read about. He swayed slowly in front of her, a side to side motion that she recognized from the day they met. She felt the heat bloom in her chest first before it slipped down, curling low in her stomach, and finally pooling between her legs. Pressing her thighs together to relieve the pressure, Samantha moaned. Her pussy pulsed, clenching as she dug her fingers into the fabric beneath her.

  Beside her Zuran’s current crackled and his breathing grew labored. He was enjoying the dance as much as she was; that knowledge had her moaning again, her eyes closing for a moment as her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra. While both of the males were quite large, bigger than any human man she had ever met, they were both lean with compact muscle hidden beneath the smooth expanse of their skin. Skin that Samantha was feeling the need to rub herself against, to bite, to lick.

  Olan stepped closer, reaching out his hand to Zuran expectantly, but the other male frowned at it. “Come dance with me, Zuran.”

  “I’m a hunter.”

  “That isn’t all you are though.” Olan’s head cocked to the side. “You are Samantha’s mate, my bondmate.”

  Samantha smiled and nudged Zuran with her shoulder. “Show me what you’ve got, Z.”

  Olan pulled Zuran to his feet and tugged him off of the blanket. Double the dancing? Yes, please. She reclined back on her elbows, biting her lip as she watched Olan move Zuran’s stiff body around. Tails entwined, the two of them found a rhythm, caressing one another as their currents flickered. The familiar heat was back, twisting inside of her body, making her squirm restlessly. Electric sparks bounced between their horns, and she felt the same pull she had that first time Olan had danced for her in the village, the same overwhelming need to be close to him and now Zuran.

  “Please.” She whimpered, her breath catching in her chest. “I’m really, really enjoying this show, but I need… something.” Her mind was getting foggy.

  “What do you need, Fanahala?” Zuran asked.

  Oh gods, she just needed. “You. I want you,” she finally managed to pant. The growls that burst from them raced over her skin and she felt like she was on fire. Eyes closed, head thrown back, Samantha reached down to trail a hand over her covered stomach and along her breasts. This dress had to go. Her skin was so damn hot and she wanted to touch it, to run her fingers over every sensitive spot she possessed.

  Reaching down, Samantha pulled the hem of the dress up, exposing her body to her males, grinning when she heard them moan softly. She tossed the garment to the side and reached back with a practiced hand to unclasp her bra, tossing it away before bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. She sat naked on the blanket, having tossed her ripped underwear not long after escaping into the forest.

  Olan and Zuran stepped closer, sinking to their knees on the blanket in front of her. Their hands brushed up her legs, drawing invisible patterns on her skin with the tips of their fingers. Samantha reached for Zuran, tugging at his cover, but he stiffened, his hand going to hers. “I’m not a breeder, Samantha.”

  “Do you think that matters to me?” When he didn’t respond she pushed up on her knees, taking his face into her hands. “I want you, Z. What your society has labeled you doesn’t mean a damn thing to me.” She took his hand, placing it on her bare breast, sighing at the warmth of his palm. “Touch me. Please.”

  He didn’t need to be asked twice. Zuran’s hand tightened on her flesh, his thumb brushing across the sensitive peak of her nipple, sending a shiver throughout her body. She reached for his covering again, this time he didn’t try to stop her. Excitement thrummed through her as she tugged at the strings that kept it fastened, fumbling for a moment before another pair of hands took over.

  Olan grinned at her, dropping a kiss to her shoulder. “Let me help.”

  The knot came undone beneath his quick fingers. She gasped when Zuran’s cock sprang free. “Oh.”

  It bobbed gently as she stared down at it. Samantha had known that first day when she had been hanging upside down with her face practically pressed to it, that his cock would be impressive, but she hadn’t counted on just how fascinating she would find it. The entire length was as dark as the rest of his body, with a few of the small electrified dots scattered along the base. The shaft was thick, and three fleshy, almost vine-like tendrils were wrapped around it. They pulsed and the longer she watched, the more she was sure they were wriggling. At the tip, just below the bulbous head, was a cluster of softly rounded bumps that glowed with his current just like the little dots.

  She reached out, her finger grazing the swollen head and trailing down over the bumps. One of the fleshy tendrils wrapped around her fingers causing her mouth to drop open. That was going to be interesting. She felt Olan at her back, his hands brushed her hips, sliding around to her stomach. Her head fell back against his chest and she gripped Zuran firmly, stroking her hand up and down the length.

  “I want to watch Zuran take you, Fanahala,” Olan whispered against her ear, his breath fanning over her skin. “Will you let him?”

  “Yes.” She moaned, arching her back, pushing her breast into Zuran’s hand as she squeezed him. Behind her, Olan pressed his still covered cock into her lower back. She felt it twitch and reached back, searching for the ties, but he stilled her hand.

  Bringing it to his mouth, he nipped at her fingers. “I’ll wait my turn.” Olan brushed one of his knuckles across Zuran’s jaw and rumbled against her. “Take her, Zuran.”

  Not needing to be told twice, her dark, broody mate snaked his arms around her, dragging her forward so that she straddled his hips. “You’re mine.” He growled, his hands fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. She felt the tip of his cock push through her folds and tried to impale herself on him, but he had her
by the hips. The tendrils on his shaft rubbed against her, fluttering over her clit before they spread her open. With a snarl, Zuran thrust his hips upward, burying his length within her warm, wet pussy. A moan was forced from her throat as a gentle current brushed her walls, making her clench tightly around him.

  The wriggle of the tendrils within her had her crying out loudly. She held onto Zuran’s shoulders as he pounded up into her, the tips of her nails digging into his skin.

  “You’re so beautiful, Fanahala.”

  She turned her head as far as she could with Zuran’s hand still fisted in her hair and moaned when she saw that Olan had removed his covering and knelt beside them, his glistening cock in his hand. He stroked it from head to base and back again, squeezing a drop of milky liquid from the slit at the top. Oh gods, she wanted to bend down and lick the drop from his flesh. Zuran growled beneath her, lifting her off of him and spinning her around so that her back was flush against his chest before he drove himself back into her cunt.

  Samantha felt his lips against her neck a moment before his sharp teeth closed over her skin. Chills spread over her and she sighed softly when Olan crouched down in front of her. Her breath came out in panting whimpers as she watched him. One hand fisting in Zuran’s hair, her other one reached for Olan, pulling him to her for a rough, hot kiss. Tongues twisting together, teeth nipping, she thrust her hips against Zuran’s, moaning into Olan’s mouth.

  He pulled back suddenly, gasping, his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. Wrapped tightly around his red and aqua cock was a dark black tail. She shivered as she watched, noticing that their cocks looked nothing alike. Olan’s was not only a different color, but it lacked the tendrils and bumps that Zuran’s had. It was long, curving up slightly toward his stomach, and glistened with its own slickness.

  She bucked her hips, biting her lip as she watched Zuran’s tail pump up and down Olan’s shaft. The way they groaned together was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. Olan’s hands trailed up her sides until they reached her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, drawing a gasp from her.

  Zuran released her throat, lapping at the marks before he moved to her ear. “Come for me, Fanahala.”

  His frenzied thrusts jarred her entire body and she threw her head back, hands braced on Olan’s arms as she cried out. Samantha was pressed tightly between her mates when Olan leaned forward to crush his lips to Zuran’s. A tail slipped between her legs to rub along the slippery folds. When it flicked lightly against her clit, Samantha jerked “Yes! Oh, Gods, please do that again!”

  The males growled in unison, tongues tangled with one another's, and the tail between her legs rubbed harder, nearly vibrating. She rested her head against Zuran’s broad shoulders as the tendrils on his cock caressed the sensitive spot deep inside her. They lost themselves in the maddening rhythm. The males broke apart, panting heavily as they worked together to deliver her release.

  “Samantha,” Zuran growled, slamming her down on his length.

  Her breath caught in her chest a moment before a current licked the inside of her pussy, sending her spiraling into a screaming orgasm that locked up every one of her muscles. Zuran’s cock pistoned within her, and she felt the frenzied dance of his tendrils against her pulsing walls, felt the way he seemed to swell impossibly larger, stretching her body to its limits. The sharp pinch of Zuran’s teeth sinking into her neck made her eyes widen. His body slammed into her one last time before he stiffened, his cock jerking and swelling at her entrance. His warm cum shot into her and he moaned against her skin.

  Olan leaned into her front, pressing her between the males again. His curved cock replaced the tail on her clit and she felt the head slide along her swollen flesh, rubbing against the base of Zuran’s cock where they were still joined. Both males moaned, stroking her arms, torso, hips, anything they could reach.

  “I cannot wait to be inside of you, Fanahala,” Olan whispered, thrusting gently against her.

  The pressure was building again, each pass of his cock across her clit reigniting her need. Her pussy fluttered around Zuran. She felt the swelling begin to abate, his cock coming free as his cum dripped down along the inside of her thighs. He pulled his mouth from her skin, licking her wounds gently.

  As if they were of one mind, the males lifted and spun her around so that she was once more facing Zuran. Olan slid his cock along the slick folds between her legs, his hips pressing against her ass. “Please, Olan.” She was so close to coming again, she just needed him to move a little more, just a tiny bit.

  He laughed softly near her ear and she shivered. “You want to come again?”

  “Yes!”

  Zuran grinned at her, trailing a claw-tipped finger over her nipple. Gods above. Olan’s claws dug into her hips, the tips pricking her flesh as she ground her cunt against him. She had never felt so much pleasure, so much need, in her entire life.

  “She wants to come again, Zuran,” he whispered, his tail snaking up her thigh to spread her legs wider.

  Zuran watched her, his white eyes hooded as he reached down to take Olan’s girth into his palm, stroking it slowly. His mouth lowered to one of her nipples and he sucked gently, making her gasp and buck. Behind her Olan hissed, thrusting into Zuran’s hand. Holy fuck, this was hot. She felt the tip of a cock push into her and looked down to see Zuran guiding her other male into her needy body. A whimper rolled up her throat as she was pulled down onto his length agonizingly slow, her pussy clenching greedily around him.

  With a groan, Olan sank fully into her, but he didn’t move. Instead, he reached out for their mate, his thumb brushing over Zuran’s lips before his hands moved back to her body, trailing from the inside of her thighs, along her sides, and swirling around her breasts. With her feet planted on the ground, Samantha rose up just enough that Olan almost slipped free before dropping herself back down.

  “Again,” Olan grunted.

  She obliged, pushing herself up and down a few more times before he stopped her. Zuran leaned forward, pressing sweet kisses across her chest then nipping at her breasts. The familiar tingle of pleasure built in her lower belly. So close. Olan leaned back, pulling her with him so that she was reclined on his chest, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees. Slowly, Zuran’s lips trailed down her body, his tongue dipping into her belly button before drawing a wet path to her hip. Samantha twisted, grinding herself onto Olan.

  “Watch him, Fanahala.” The male at her back growled, swiveling his hips against her.

  “Fuck!” She gasped when Zuran’s mouth sealed over her throbbing, swollen clit, his tongue flicking quickly back and forth over the nub. His tail, the blade just barely visible at the tip, ran up her leg, the pressure of the sharp point just enough to raise goosebumps along her skin.

  Samantha’s eyes fell closed as she arched up against the assault, her pussy gripping the cock inside of her as it pulsed with a tingling current. A sharp smack on the side of her ass had her eyes snapping open as she turned to stare up into the face of her brightly colored mate. He’d spanked her.

  She wanted more.

  “I told you to watch, Samantha.” Olan’s voice was demanding, hard. It sent a thrill coursing through her, heightening her pleasure. Her gaze slid down so that she could watch Zuran, finding that his eyes were locked onto her face. Olan began to pound into her with desperate, jerky thrusts. The electrical current that ran up his length intensified, her pussy clenching as the sparks licked at her walls. Just days ago, the thought of their currents touching any part of her body had given her reservations, but she had spoken the truth when Olan had asked if she trusted them. She did, completely, knowing they wanted nothing more than to bring her as much pleasure as they could. The currents flowed through her again, a little higher than the last time. She cradled Zuran’s face in her hands, grinding her pussy against his mouth as her entire body locked up, eyes rolling back in her head as a ragged scream tore up and out of her throat.

  The stin
g of another bite, this one on the fleshy part of her shoulder, barely even registered through the blinding pleasure of her release. Olan was panting roughly in her ear. She looked down to see that Zuran’s mouth had moved to the exposed base of the other male’s cock, his tongue tracing over the swirling aqua streaks. The sight set off another orgasm, and this one finally seemed to trigger Olan’s release. He thrust up into her one last time before tearing his mouth away, grunting deeply with each jerking spurt of his cum within her.

  Samantha tried to speak, but her throat felt raw. She wasn’t even sure she had words for what had just happened, so she just closed her eyes, her head falling back to rest against Olan’s chest as his tongue soothed over her newest wound. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down onto the blanket with him. Zuran crawled up next to them, taking up a position on her other side and dropping feather-soft kisses along her jaw. “You are ours, Samantha.”

  Nuh uh, she thought, you two are mine.

  The twin suns were just beginning to peek up over the tops of the trees in the distance, the first rays dancing across the naked skin of her males. They were gorgeous. Olan was curled against her back, his arms wrapped around her torso, fingers brushing her stomach gently. In front of her lay Zuran, his hands slowly trailing through her hair and along the side of her face. She turned to press a kiss to his palm and, for the first time, she noticed that the sides of his hands and fingers were scabbed over with dried blood. The wounds looked painful and angry.

  “What the hell happened here, Z?”

  He tugged his hands from her grip and turned his face away sheepishly, “Nothing.”

  “He tried to get to Vasa, to help her,” Olan whispered.

  She wasn’t sure exactly what horrors the Seyton female had been put through, but she had some idea. “Oh, Z.” Her lips brushed over each of his knuckles, every tiny abrasion she could make out against the darkness of his skin. “I’m so sorry for what they did to Vasa, for what they put you all through.”