Chapter 8
Heather gazed into Gabriel’s eyes, letting the unique orange heat soothe her. His hands moved up and down her arms and then he pulled her into a light embrace. Patrick pressed in behind her, hands resting on her hips.
“You might feel overwhelmed for a few moments when our minds connect,” Patrick warned, his voice warm and resonant. “Surrender to the sensations if you can. Struggling against them will only prolong the intensity.”
“All right,” she murmured, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
Gabriel’s warm palms framed her face, and he tilted her head back. “Relax, love. We’ve got you.” His lips settled over hers, the kiss light and comforting.
Energy surrounded her, curling and caressing.
Restlessness made Heather squirm in Gabriel’s embrace.
He deepened the kiss, nibbling and licking as Patrick’s fingers pushed into her hair.
Heather tried to relax, to accept what was about to happen.
Claire and other mated females described the mind link as something wild and wonderful.
Pain sliced into Heather’s mind, the sensation bright yet mercifully brief.
She gasped into Gabriel’s mouth, but his lips remained sealed over hers.
As the discomfort receded, her awareness expanded.
She was connected to twin balls of energy, brilliant and pulsing.
It took her a moment to realize she was sensing her mates for the very first time.
Emotions trickled into her mind. The flow was muted and strictly controlled at first, but it gradually expanded. Distinct emotions formed within the energy stream: concern, desire, and tenderness.
You’re doing very well, Gabriel praised.
A sudden surge of affection accompanied the thought and Heather gasped. She ripped her mouth away from his and sucked in a deep breath. “Are your minds still shielded? How much more intense does this get?”
“The link is restricted to one fourth its usual size,” Patrick warned. “I can keep it at this level until you adjust to the sensations.”
“Yes, please.” She nodded, feeling shaky and unsure. “This is wild already.”
Gabriel eased his fingers under the hem of her tee shirt. He slid his hand upward and teased the underside of her breasts. “Certain activities make the adjustment easier. Pleasure will distract you and allow you to more easily accept your heightened emotions.”
“So will pain.” Patrick leaned in and nipped the side of her neck. “How long has it been since you willingly submitted to my discipline?”
Tingling heat cascaded through her body, pooling between her thighs and making her toes curl. “Six days,” she admitted. Possessive desire swelled across the mind link, speeding her pulse and making her pussy ache. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one excited by the idea.
She raised her arms and Gabriel pulled her shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he immediately focused on the front of her jeans. She stood still and let him lower the zipper, but wiggled to help him rid her of the snug denim.
Patrick cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Have you been a good girl, mate?”
“Most of the time,” she answered honestly. He would spank her regardless of her response, so she saw no reason to lie. “I’m not perfect, but I’ve been trying to behave.”
“What did you do wrong?” Patrick’s voice took on the sensual rumble that never failed to stir her desire.
“I still argue too much.”
“True,” Gabriel agreed as he tucked her hair behind her ears. “You called Patrick a jackass this morning.”
“He was being a jackass,” she argued with an unrepentant smirk. “I stand by the label.”
Patrick encircled her wrist with his hand and pulled her over to one of the chairs near the fireplace. He sat down and motioned toward his thighs. “Bend over my lap and spread your legs so Gabriel can see your pussy.”
“I don’t want to.” Her rebellion was calculative. She hadn’t given him a strong enough reason to discipline her, and she needed the pain.
“I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he said sternly. “I gave you an order, now obey.”
“No.” She took a quick step backward. “I’ve been good. I’m not going to let you spank me tonight.”
“Is that so?” He stood and grasped the back of her neck. With contained strength he bent her over the chair and kicked her feet apart. “A light hand spanking was all you had coming. Now you’re going to get the belt.”
Her core clenched so hard that Heather moaned. She loved and hated the belt. It stung worse than his paddle and bit much harder than his hand. She struggled against his grasp, instinctively needing to test his strength.
He smacked her bottom with his hand, two stinging slaps on each side. “Be still.”
“Fuck you!” She kicked out but missed him by a mile.
“Oh, we’ll definitely get to the fucking, but your ass has a date with my belt first.”
She twisted and lurched, hitting out blindly as she fought against his hold.
She didn’t want up. She just needed to know he was strong enough to control her.
As she continued to struggle, emotions surged into her mind.
Scalding desire and determination. She’d seen these feelings written in Patrick’s eyes, but she’d never felt them before.
His desire combined with hers and her entire body went up in flames.
Her nipples tightened and her core clenched, her clit tingling with breath-stealing demand.
Gabriel handed Patrick the length of synthetic leather reserved for this purpose. Patrick released her neck, but Gabriel’s hand replaced it before Heather could straighten. Quickly bending the strap in half, Patrick held the loop in one hand while he slapped her upturned bottom with the other.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, but stubbornly held back the sensual sounds building in her throat.
She loved skin on skin spankings. The slight sting and creeping heat made her desperate for penetration.
Sometimes a hard fucking was enough to satisfy the smoldering desire.
More often, however, hand spanking just made her want harsher punishments.
“You seem restless, mate,” Patrick taunted as he eased his hand between her thighs. “Your pussy is damp, but not as wet as usual. I wonder why that is?” He spanked her some more, firm slaps with his open palm.
“Please.” The word slipped out unbidden as her need for pain mounted.
“Please what?” He lightly slapped her pussy, depriving her of the intensity she craved.
“Please more,” she whispered, unable to admit her need in a louder voice. It was shameful to enjoy pain. She had admitted the fact, but she wasn’t ready to accept it.
“Please this?” He slapped her pussy a bit harder. “Or this?” He brought the strap down across her ass.
“That,” she cried. “The belt. I need the belt.”
So he gave it to her. Each hard swat was followed by a caress, spreading the heat and prolonging the pain. She lifted her hips, displaying her pussy as she silently begged for more.
Carnal needs mixed with staggering emotions. Hers, theirs, she honestly couldn’t say. It all blended together in a sensory storm that left her weak and tingling.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this,” Patrick growled out as he delivered another swat. “Your pussy is flushed and wet, more than ready for your mates.”
As if to prove Patrick’s point, Gabriel pushed two of his fingers into her needy core. “Is this pussy ready for my cock?”
“Yes.” She tightened her inner muscles and turned her head sharply so she could see his face. “Fuck me, mate. Fuck me hard.”
“Soon,” Patrick told her, his voice rough and low. “Only your sweet little ass is going to stretch wide for his cock while I am in your pussy.”
Heather shivered violently, the reaction a combination of excitement and uncertainty. “At the same time?” This was new territory. They’d enjoyed her mouth while they filled her pussy or ass, but never her ass and pussy together. “Won’t that trigger the mating bond?”
“It would if we were cats or wolves,” Patrick agreed. “But raptors have more control over our psychic links.”
Gabriel slid his fingers out of her pussy, but continued to hold her down.
Heather lifted her head, but could only see a portion of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest. Why was he still holding her down? “Is my punishment over?”
Reassurance flowed into her mind, sweet and calming. Distinctly Gabriel. The other women were right. There were definite advantages to mind links.
Patrick walked across the room then returned with a small bottle.
Flipping open the cap with his thumb, he squeezed a clear gel across his fingers.
Lube, she realized. They had used it often while she was adjusting to anal sex.
Now she frequently took a cock in her ass with only her own natural juices.
Still, she was thankful for the courtesy.
Everything was sure to be tighter once they both pushed inside her.
The thought sent a tingle of excitement skittering down her spine.
Patrick handed the lube to Gabriel then parted her bottom cheeks. “You have two passionate mates and we both want to fuck you.” Patrick pushed his long middle finger into her back passage. “What does that mean, mate of mine?”
“It means I willingly take you both.”
“Even if it hurts?” he challenged as he worked in another finger.
“Yes.” She shivered. “Even if it hurts.” And a dark, twisted part of her hoped it would.
He leaned down and kissed the small of her back. “We’ll do our best not to hurt you, but your willingness thrills us both.” He removed his fingers and went to wash his hands.
Gabriel pulled her up off the chair and wrapped her in his arms. “How are you doing with all the new emotions?”
“It’s exciting and comforting. I honestly thought the others were exaggerating when they said it made them feel more secure.”
“Are you ready for more?” Patrick asked as he returned. The challenge in his tone was unmistakable.