“I do not wish another,” I said quickly. When I realized it was just formality, I took a deep breath, spoke loudly. And with pride. “I give myself to you and your second. I accept your claim.”
The chanting returned and I had to hope it was all part of the tradition. Was I going to have to fuck to that?
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
I loved that possessiveness. It made me hot. Wet.
“Here.” Ryston held up a piece of black cloth. “For your eyes.”
They wanted to blindfold me? The idea was petrifying and really hot at the same time.
“Trust us,” Maxim said, his voice just for me. His dark gaze met mine.
I nodded once, then closed my eyes as Ryston put the soft fabric over my eyes, secured it.
“Not too tight?” he asked when finished.
I couldn’t see anything, not even a hint of light from the bottom. Not the warriors who watched. It was snug, but not uncomfortable.
“No.”
I felt one of them walk around behind me, reach around and undo the clasp on the robe. The material slipped off my body and pooled around my feet.
I would have lifted my hands to cover myself, but they began to touch me, their palms stroking up and down my arms, over my hips, waist, bottom. They were gentle, soothing. I had no idea how long they continued, but when I relaxed my muscles, gave over to their touches, I was lifted and placed gently on the bed.
One of them joined me, the length of his body pressing into mine.
“Give over to us, mate,” Maxim whispered. “Let go of your thoughts. Only feel. Feel through our hands, our mouths, our cocks. The collar. You are beautiful, you are precious. You are ours.”
That was more of a claim than the words spoken for everyone to hear.
I relaxed then, even more, not realizing how tense I’d been.
“Good girl.”
He kissed me, dark and carnal. It was as if my final acceptance of this unleashed the need in him. He’d held back until now. For me.
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips. “Please.”
He rolled us so I was lying on top of him, pushed me up so I straddled his hips, his cock nestled between my parted pussy lips. Rough hands cupped my breasts, played with the nipples. I gasped when I felt more hands on me. Ryston.
He settled behind me, one of his hands reaching around and cupping my pussy.
“She’s dripping.”
Maxim growled as he continued to tweak and tug my nipples. “I know. It’s all over my cock.”
I couldn’t remain still, had to rock my hips into Ryston’s agile fingers. They worked me to the brink of orgasm, my skin coated in sweat, my cries covering the observers’ chants.
When I was just about to come, they pulled away, left me sitting atop Maxim. Adrift.
“No,” I cried.
“Shh,” Ryston soothed, his voice close to my ear. “We will come together. As it should be.”
I whimpered, knowing they would not change their minds.
“It’s time,” Maxim growled.