Biran slapped my ass, his touch light enough to sting but not really hurt. Talor and Ejan took a hold of each one of my hands, while Dex took a hold of my ankles. I was effectively bound by their strength.
He smacked my ass again, harder this time until he was peppering my cheeks with hard spanks. It didn’t take long for the pain to make me breathless, the ache simmering in my core, quickly morphing into pleasure.
I moaned quietly, and my thighs stretched wide, craving their touch between my legs too.
At that moment, Biran ran his fingers down my spine and I shivered.
Everything fell into place.
The Vakarrans used to be my sworn enemy, but not anymore. My four aliens were strong, fierce, and nothing like I’d ever imagined. They were protective, loving, and all mine. All four of them. Each one of them was different than the other, but they all provided me with something I needed.
On match day, I had thought I’d met my mate in Prince Radock, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, my fated mates found me. Not one, but four of them.
Each of them perfect for me in their own way.
They released me then.
I heard the swish of their belts as they pulled them from their waists. I lifted my ass in anticipation. I wanted it. Two of them stood on each side and someone snapped the leather together. I jumped slightly, but I didn’t try to turn away.
I needed this.
I needed them.
One of the belts swished down and lashed against my skin, punishing enough to sting, but not really hurt. Another and another fell, one after another, igniting my skin into a gentle fire that only sought to make my clit throb even harder. I knew all four of them were whipping me with their belts, but it felt right. It felt perfect.
Gradually, their tempo increased, and the power of their strokes did as well, but still, it wasn’t overwhelming. The pain was just enough to heighten the pleasure building in my body with every passing breath.
“You’re ours, Mya. If we have to whip this ass of yours every day, you will learn this,” Talor scolded and I shivered, lifting my ass for them to punish.
“Yes,” I whispered, grinding my hips back and forth.
“Don’t you ever run from us again,” Ejan scolded with a particularly hard stroke of his belt that took my breath away.
“I have so many more things to torture this body with, Mya. I’d be happy to try them all out, just to teach you the lessons you need,” Dex whispered and I trembled, wondering what other dark and depraved things he had in mind.
“I need you with me,” Biran whispered, his voice shaking just a little with emotion. “I don’t know what I would have done if that bastard hurt you.”
I bit my lip, at once feeling guilty.
I didn’t even think about trusting them once when I should have at least given them a chance. They’d shown me no cruelty, listened to me when I needed an ear, and given me their love without a second thought.
My mind had fought them, but my body had always known.
They were mine. I was theirs.
I lifted my ass and four particularly hard strokes caused me to cry out in surprise. I squeezed my eyes, processing the pain and allowing it to flow down every nerve of my body. Gradually, I calmed before another four lashed my ass. Again, they gave me time to process, to quiet myself and I arched my back, accepting my place with the four of them.
“One more round of four strokes, Mya. If you take it like a good girl, you’ll be rewarded afterward,” Talor demanded and I whimpered.
“Yes, Masters,” I whispered. I lifted my ass as high as I was able and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the finale. I know it was going to be the hardest four yet, but I would take it because it pleased them. I craved it. Wanted it to hurt. I waited for a long moment before I heard the telltale sound of leather whipping through the air.
One. Instant fire whipped across my ass, harder than any lash I’d taken before. I cried out in shock, knowing I still had three more to go.
Two. Overwhelming, humbling pain. It washed over me like a wave on a sandy beach and I wondered if I could take two more.
Three. Acceptance. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears. Only one more. I could do this. I wanted this.
Four. I breathed a sigh of relief despite the fiery blaze simmering across my naked ass. I fisted my fingers into the quilt beneath me and curled my toes, allowing the hurt to wash me clean of the horrors of the past twenty-four hours.