Feral Darlings

Connections

Toni had never taken orders before. Not from a man, and not in any situation like the one unfolding. She’d had senior scientists on the missions who nominally had control at the base, but life there wasn’t about rank and hierarchy. Each man and woman were at the top of their profession and dedicated to their research. There were few mistakes, and they were all equals—the idea of deference in pursuit of scientific knowledge was entirely absurd.

Sliding from the bed, though, everything was different. She was different. The heat pooling on her face told her so, as did her hammering heart. As her knees grazed the long pile fibers of the carpet, she found she actually wanted to cede. The kisses she’d shared with the two strangers had been magnificent. They’d captured her with both commanding and tender nuance that had erupted fireworks in her mind. If that was what they could achieve with only those brief caresses, she couldn’t wait to see how they’d feel between her thighs.

“What did you have in mind, Sir?” She knew exactly what he had in mind as she gazed up past his rock-solid abdominals to his shrewd expression.

Mal had been one step ahead of her since she’d opened her eyes, and while he’d intimidated her with his steely demeanor and ruthless comebacks, she was ready to taste his cock as it skimmed the back of her throat.

“Here.” Nudging past Ezra, he slid his pants past his hips to reveal his eager erection. Mal might have been used to having a man in his bed, but there seemed to be no lack of fervor for her femininity as he presented her with his dick. “Show me how grateful you are for this chance.”

Grateful?

She almost snorted as he pressed his shaft in her direction. Mal was full of shit and his ego was out of control, but Toni was past the point of no return. For whatever reason, his authoritative bravado was turning her on, and the fact there was something so powerful about them both was an unexpected aphrodisiac. To submit to them, not because she was coerced, but because she yearned to yield—that would be electrifying.

She closed her eyes as he slid past her lips, breathing in the salty, masculine scent of his arousal. Pushing her mouth to the base of his root, she groaned at the exquisite sense of surrender. His prick brushed her throat, making her gag, but she persisted, reveling in his appreciative purrs.

“That’s right.” His fingers glided into her hair and tightened, the sensation ordering her eyes to fly open. “Take all of me.”

There was little choice but to do just that, especially when his palm slid to the back of her head and held her in place. Blooms of panic blossomed in her head as he picked up the pace, and she thought to fend him off, but she resisted the urge. Not only were her attempts likely to prove futile, but she sought the pleasure as much as he and Ezra did. She was prepared to play his game to accomplish her goal. If she was going to have to contend with the commanding giants, then she might as well experience the pleasure.

There was power in the realization, and moaning around his hard length, she sensed her body soften as he took control and fucked her face roughly. The capitulation was sexier than she’d imagined, as though being on her knees gave her dominion over the strangers who’d taken and stripped her.

By the time Mal pulled away, she was gasping, not only for breath, but for one of their hard cocks to extinguish her growing need.

“Ezra.” Mal snarled as he signaled for his submissive to join him. The dark-haired god climbed from the bed in one easy stride to stand beside his dom. “Enjoy her.”

Stepping forward, Ezra revealed his own needy organ. A wicked grin painted his face as he trailed a finger along her saliva-covered chin. “My turn, Toni.”

She caught her breath, smiling even as Mal wrenched her head backward.

“Ezra might be my sub, but he’s not yours.” Mal’s voice was hard. “You’ll serve us both while you’re here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She had no idea who she was truly answering as Ezra eased her mouth open and shoved his excited dick between her lips. All the while, Mal fisted her hair, ensuring she had no option but to comply.

Ezra’s cock used her as callously as his mate’s had done, her eyes tearing when he took what he wanted. Her clit, though, seemed rather more inclined to the treatment. The nub tingled whenever his balls ricocheted from her chin, and her head teemed with the looming sense of hedonism and the knowledge that, however perverse it might seem to be taken and enjoyed by the two monsters, she was relishing their dominance over her. No doubt they’d discover just how aroused she was as soon as they swept a finger between her legs. She’d rarely known herself so to be stimulated.

“She’s lovely,” Ezra enthused as he slowly edged away. “But I don’t want to enjoy myself too soon , Sir.”

“You’re right.” Mal laughed dryly, and turning to his lover, he captured the back of his head with his free hand. “There’s still so much to come.”

She watched from the floor as Mal swooped for a kiss. Their mouths grazed viciously before Mal dove past Ezra’s lips. The dark-haired giant moaned, his attention focused on the man dominating his mouth. Kneeling between them, Toni was hypnotized. She’d never even seen a man offer another so much as a furtive gaze before, let alone devour one. The view from her knees was breathtaking.

“Take care of her, lover.” Mal purred the instruction as the two drew apart. “I know you want to, Ezra.”

“You don’t mind, Sir?” Ezra’s gaze shifted from Mal’s face to hers.

“If I had minded, the little human would be dead already.”

A cold chill washed over her at Mal’s cutting response, but still, she remained rooted to the spot, witnessing the intimate exchange.

“You obviously like her.” Mal’s hand fell to stroke her hair. “Why else would you have brought her here so full of vigor?”

“I do.” Ezra’s lips twitched as he glanced down at her. “She’s a delight.”

“So, get her ready.” Mal gestured to the bed. “She needs to take both our cocks, remember?”

“Both of you?” Her eyes widened as she processed his words.

Surely, a part of her had anticipated the physical challenge, but to hear Mal articulate the matter so crudely still disturbed her. It had been years since any part of her had enjoyed any cock, let alone more than one.

“Shhh.” Mal’s fingers stiffened in her tresses, his focus still fully on Ezra. “I want to watch while you feast between her legs. You’ll bring her to climax, and you, Toni,” his gaze flitted briefly to her, “will beg for the pleasure and wait for permission before you come. Then, I’m going to fuck you both.”

Ezra moaned, his cock growing exponentially as he imagined their fates, but Toni’s mind whirled with his words. Had Mal just said she’d beg for her pleasure? Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs at the disquieting, yet apparently insanely hot, demand.

“Yes, Sir.” Ezra tugged Toni toward the bed. “Come on, beautiful. You heard Mal.”

She ceded to Ezra’s direction, climbing past Mal and onto the covers. She’d heard Mal’s order, but as she settled onto her back, she couldn’t imagine one of the giants screwing the other while he was between her legs. It seemed too much to contemplate, as though that type of debauchery was beyond her, but she was more than open to receiving the pleasure they’d promised. The idea of Ezra satisfying her with his mouth sounded heavenly.

“Get those legs open.” Mal stretched out on the enormous bed to her right, his fingers reaching for her nearest breast and playing idly with her nipple. “Show him what you’ve got for him.”

Heart pounding with excitement, she splayed her legs wider while Ezra climbed onto the covers between them. For a split second, their gazes locked, his dark and mischievous before he dipped to the bed and wrapped his arms around her thighs. Fleetingly, she wondered what he’d seen in her eyes. Did her blushing face convey her eagerness, or maybe her accelerating pulse—which they claimed to be able to sense—told him everything he needed to know?

The heat of his breath brushed over her skin, distracting her from the question. Her flesh goosed under the weight of his scrutiny, that time not from the cold, but from her ballooning desire. She watched, suspended in time, as his head plunged between her thighs to plant small caresses at the place where her legs met her pussy. The ministrations intensified, temporarily robbing her of breath, and her head fell back to the covers in acknowledgement of the looming hedonism.

“What a pretty picture.” Mal chuckled as he slid closer, his fingertips tugging at her beading nipple. “My big, strong monster between the thighs of the tiny human.”

“Her femoral artery is so strong. I can sense it begging me to open it.” Ezra snarled the words. “I don’t know if I can stay in control, Sir.”

“You will stay in control,” Mal assured him, a shiver rising within Toni at the certainty in his voice and the danger in Ezra’s. “Remember what we promised—no feeding until she’s reached the stars, and even if we’re no longer men, we can still have honor in this one thing.”

“Please.”

Ezra had always seemed the softer of the two of them—the one most concerned about her wellbeing—yet he was the one suddenly seeking the taste of her blood. He was talking about biting her—between her legs of all places. She couldn’t let that happen, but she knew, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t fight them.

“Relax, Toni.” Mal pressed her back to the blanket. His touch was gentle but insistent. “You’re going to be begging me to let Ezra make you come before long, and make sure you plead clearly. I know how good he is with that tongue, remember?”

She twisted to see Mal over her shoulder, her brows knitting at his self-assured smirk.

“Ezra.” Mal’s free hand trailed an invisible line over her bared chest to torment her other bud. It pebbled under the pressure of his touch. “Do as you’re told, please.”

Ezra blew out a breath, the sensation compelling her focus back to him. “Yes, Sir. I’ll have her pleading before we know it.”

Burying his face back between her legs, he lapped relentlessly at her labia, inching his tongue higher until he skimmed her pulsing clit. She mewled at the contact, conscious of her legitimate concerns waning as Mal tugged at her nipples and Ezra edged her toward the stars.

If she was to believe her eyes—and their stories—the men were vampires—supernatural creatures. More than human, their strength and speed meant they could do anything to her. She feared what that might mean in the same inherent way people feared falling—all it would take was one little push and the plummet would be rapid and out of her control.

But at the same time, she longed for the thrill of the rush they offered. Who didn’t want to brush the dangerous from time to time? Living in the hazardous and hostile conditions of the north was one of the reasons she loved her work so much. It was risky and exhilarating out there in frozen solitude, never knowing when the weather or an angry bear would provide her end, but those fears were nothing compared to the perilous urgency of being sprawled between Ezra and Mal.

They didn’t only represent danger. The connection she appeared to be developing with them epitomized much more than that. There was passion, a willingness and a need to satiate each other, and beyond that—once they’d taken her as high as she could go—she had promised to ensure they were satisfied in other ways. The deal she’d attempted to barter was still lodged in her mind—she’d offer her blood in return for the time and access to be the first to study their kind. She still didn’t know if they’d accept her offer, if they’d inadvertently or intentionally drain her of her life force, or even if she truly believed they were vampires. Hell, she didn’t know if she’d ever make it out of the gray prison she’d woken in, but stretched out between the two of them, those worries weren’t half as concerning as they should have been.

All logical thoughts seemed splintered, and her memories instantly vanquished until all there was in the world were the heat and visceral energy in the room. All she could focus on were the sensations ripping through her body and how she was alive with them. All she could think about was Ezra’s warm vibrating tongue, her nipples straining at Mal’s attention, and the way her hips rose to meet Ezra’s mouth. Heat bloomed from her core, extending its tendrils until that primal knotted tug threatened to engulf her.

“You want to come, little human?”

She was vaguely aware of Mal’s voice, his taunting tone encroaching on her euphoria.

“Yes!” She screamed the answer, aware of the tension building in her body. It would need an outlet—and soon. “Yes, let me come.”

“Ask nicely.” Mal’s laughter was dark. “Beg your vampire masters for release, and if you’re good, Ezra will let you explode.”

Oh, God.

Toni had enjoyed orgasms before. Of course she had. The vibrator she kept locked in her cabinet at the base was a witness to many of them, but she’d never known an urgency like the one furling in her then. There had never been anything like the intensity and the unyielding demand for release.

“Please!” She practically spat the word, her desperation conveyed in her trembling muscles as she grasped at Mal’s bicep. “Please let me come!”

“Hmmm…” Mal chuckled. “What do you think, lover? Should we indulge the lady?”

Ezra replied by tonguing her harder and creeping her closer to the precipice.

“Oh, please!”

There was no holding back any longer. Permission or no permission, Toni was destined for the stars. As the gratification peaked, she cried out, dreamily aware of Mal’s disapproving growl. Lost to the diversion of the desire, she never noticed the way his fangs sprang forth from his gums or the malevolence in his icy eyes.