“You are my mate. I am your primary male. You must obey my orders, or I will be unable to protect you.”
“You can’t protect me from my own memories.”
“And yet that is what you intend to do for me? Do you believe yourself to be more powerful than I?”
Oh shit. That was a loaded question if ever I heard one. “No.”
“Then I order you to tell me. Now.”
“No.”
Thomar’s cock grew hard behind me as if my defiance was turning him on. Shit.
“Varin, kiss our mate. Do not stop until she is screaming.”
Varin’s hand froze on my cheek, and he shifted under me, moving down so that our faces were aligned on the bed. His cock, too, had become hard. Full. Leaked a drop of pre-cum.
“Thomar, I—”
His cock slid into my wet heat from behind and I gasped. He moved my leg up and back so that my ankle was behind his thigh, my pussy open. Stuffed full of his hard length. Exposed.
He moved. His cock rubbing me in all the right—tender—places. In. Out.
He thrust deep. Hard. Fast.
“Thomar!”
“Varin, I gave you an order.”
With a wicked grin, Varin locked his mouth to mine, stealing my breath and my protest. His hand moved from my cheek to my clit, and he began to stroke me as Thomar stroked in and out of me from behind. Thomar’s hand traveled away from my hip to tease and roll my nipples, tugging until they were hard peaks. I moaned, my back arching as Varin varied his fingers’ speed on my clit. Faster. Slower.
Thomar placed his hand on my neck, gently held me in place for Varin’s rough kiss. The combination of tenderness and rough touches from my mates drove me out of my mind. All thoughts of my past, gone. There was only Thomar and Varin. This moment. Their lips and hands and cocks.
Varin shifted again, moved so that the tip of his cock rubbed my clit. I reached down to touch him but found his hand already in the way, a firm fist over his hard length as he rubbed the thick end along my clit over and over. He was stroking off using my body, my wetness coating his tip, making him slide more easily.
His kiss drove me mad as he moved his tongue in time to his rubbing. Thomar adjusted his thrusts to match, squeezed my neck. The thrill that moved through me at being held still, motionless, completely under his control, was absurd. I loved knowing he was in command. Loved that I could not move, only take what they would give me. I should be protesting, not melting into them, ready to beg for more.
My body was exhausted, my pussy swollen, overly sensitized to every touch.
My orgasm built, one small spasm followed by two, my core so inflamed I could feel the individual muscles that lined my pussy as they jerked and tried to lock Thomar’s cock inside me.
I held off my release, barely, willing to wait for the bigger payoff.
“You hold yourself back.”
Varin’s kiss did not relent. I could not answer Thomar. Didn’t need to. He knew.
With a deep groan that made me think of a tiger’s growl, he placed a hand on my inner thigh and pulled my knee up higher, farther back. Spread me open wider.
Increased his speed. Harder. Deeper. Faster.
Varin matched him.
I screamed, the sound of my release caught in Varin’s mouth, his lips dominating mine, taking all of me and demanding more.
Giving them everything I could, I moaned as the orgasm went on and on, Varin’s release coating my leg as Thomar filled my pussy with his seed. Their combined pleasure through the collars created a loop of erotic chaos in my mind for long minutes as my pussy spasmed and wept for them. For more.
When it was over, we lay panting and spent as I fought back tears. I was in pain, my heart aching, eyes burning, but I did not know why. Was I too vulnerable? Too weak? Angry? Lost?