Chapter 8 #2
Heather wasn’t sure if he meant more of their emotions or more physical intensity. It didn’t really matter because the answer to both was yes. “I am,” she said firmly as she placed her hand over his heart. “I’m ready for whatever you have in mind. I trust you, mate of mine.”
He fisted the back of her hair and kissed her with passionate intensity. As his mouth moved over and against hers, his emotions flooded her mind. Consuming desire and protectiveness, even hints of tenderness and true affection. Patrick didn’t just want her body. He cared about her.
Surprised and moved by the discovery, Heather felt tears gather in her eyes. She quickly blinked them back as she poured her heart and soul into the kiss.
Another set of hands stroked over her body, cupping her breasts and brushing back her hair. Gabriel’s emotions were calmer than Patrick’s, like a deep, placid lake. She absorbed the affection with unrestrained relish and opened her mind to her mates.
“More,” Patrick growled against her kiss-swollen lips. “Offer us your pleasure.” He covered her mound with his hand and slipped two of his fingers between her folds.
They surrounded and supported her, commanding her responses with their skill and determination. Heather relaxed in their embrace, surrendering completely as sensations overcame her. Tension gathered beneath Patrick’s stroking fingers. She rocked her hips, holding nothing back.
Gabriel bent to her breasts, sucking deeply on one nipple while he pinched the other.
Heather gasped and arched her back. The physical sensations were familiar, but the mind link created a second level of arousal that she’d never experienced before.
Their focus was dizzying. Each touch, each lick and suck demonstrated their dominance and affection.
The contrasting emotions balanced each other, making Heather feel safe and secure.
“Come on my hand,” Patrick urged, pushing his fingers into her core. He slid in and out, rubbing against her clit with each rotation.
Heather gasped as her orgasm crested. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and her inner muscles fluttered around Patrick’s fingers. She instinctively pushed the pleasure across their psychic link, wanting her mates to understand how well they pleased her.
“My turn,” Gabriel whispered against her neck as his hand insinuated itself between her bottom cheeks. “Will you come for me as sweetly?” He circled her puckered opening with one fingertip.
“Yes, mate,” she whispered back. “My body is yours.”
Gabriel entered her slowly, staking his claim on her tightest hole.
Heather rocked her hips, driving her body farther onto his finger. Patrick continued to stroke her clit and a fresh cycle of arousal quickly built. She widened her stance and moved her hips, submitting without reserve.
“Such a good girl,” Patrick praised as he pinched her nipples.
The mind link suddenly dilated and their emotions intensified. Heather gasped and trembled, momentarily overcome. Their need fueled her pleasure and made her more determined to satisfy them. She rocked her hips faster, taking Gabriel’s finger deeper into her body.
The second orgasm hit suddenly, dragging a scream from her throat.
She clutched Patrick’s arms and shook as waves of sensation assailed her.
She was still lost in the sensual haze when Patrick lifted her off her feet.
He guided her legs around his waist then slowly lowered her onto his cock.
Her pussy opened wide, welcoming the thickness of her mate.
Gabriel pressed in behind her and found her other opening.
Heather wrapped her arms around Patrick’s neck and relaxed as Gabriel pushed his cock into her bottom.
Her muscles stretched, pinching for a moment before adjusting to the thickness of his shaft.
She breathed through the pain, absorbing the intensity until a wave of tingling heat replaced the sting.
Full. She was so unbelievably full. She sucked in a ragged breath and fought back the need to squirm. They were both inside her, claiming and completing her. “Move,” she pleaded. “Please, move.”
“Not yet,” Patrick responded. “Your body needs time to adjust.”
They pressed together, sandwiching her snugly in between their warm bodies. She rested her hands on Patrick’s shoulders and leaned her head back against Gabriel’s. Her legs looped Patrick’s waist and her breasts flattened against his chest. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the sensations.
“Relax, my love.” Gabriel’s tone was laced with psychic compulsion and her inner walls obeyed. “You were made for this,” he continued. “Made for us.”
“And we were made for you,” Patrick concluded.
Long moments later, Gabriel grasped her hips and drew nearly out of her bottom. Heather hissed as the thick slide of his cock reawakened the discomfort.
“Take me, mate,” Gabriel ordered as he pushed back in. “You can do this.”
His next stroke was faster, more demanding. She held still and concentrated on the brutal fullness and rhythmic motion. Patrick held her firmly, supporting her with his hands and the deep penetration of his cock. She wrapped her legs around his lean middle and offered her body for their pleasure.
Patrick shifted his stance as Gabriel drove inward. When the other male was fully seated, Patrick drew his hips back. His long shaft slid nearly out of Heather’s slick passage, and she moaned against the side of his throat.
They moved steadily after that, one driving inward as the other pulled back. The rhythm was easier on her body, and they were able to fuck into her more forcefully. Still, she missed the overwhelming fullness of being stretched tight around both their cocks.
“Together,” she gasped out the word. “In me, together.”
The next thrust filled her so full she cried out in pleasure/pain.
Patrick fisted her hair and pulled her head back until she looked into his eyes. “I’ll never let you go.” It was a promise, a vow. “You belong to us now.”
“Now and forever,” Gabriel amended, his hips pumping in time with Patrick’s.
Hard and deep, they penetrated her willing body.
Heather relaxed in their embrace, trusting them to support and pleasure her.
Emotions and sensations washed over her in waves.
One orgasm built as another receded, creating a continual circle of bliss.
She soared beyond reality, secure in the knowledge that her mates would protect her from harm.
Gabriel’s rhythm sped suddenly and his hands dug into her thighs. A harsh cry tore from his throat a millisecond before his hot seed spurted out inside her bottom. He shuddered against her back, releasing again and again.
Heather absorbed Gabriel’s euphoria as Patrick roughly fucked her pussy. She opened her eyes and studied Patrick’s handsome face. Passion tightened his features. His mouth was partially open and his eyes, though open, were glazed with desire.
“I want your seed,” she whispered impulsively. “Give it to me!”
Patrick threw back his head and yelled as his body went rigid against her. His cock bucked and she felt the distinct pulses she’d requested. Over and over he jetted, filling her with hot seed. “You’ve earned another spanking,” he warned in between pants. “You do not command me.”
“It was worth it to watch you lose control.”
Gabriel’s soft chuckle assured her that he agreed. He carefully withdrew from her bottom and took a step back.
Heather eased away from Patrick, but he didn’t let her go. She was still impaled on his cock when he carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the counter. With his hands firmly grasping the underside of her knees, he slowly separated their bodies.
“Hold yourself open,” Patrick ordered.
His expression was stern, eyes coldly demanding, but his emotions flowed into her mind. There was no anger, no need to teach her a lesson. He was simply exerting his authority over his mate.
Steadying herself with a deep breath, she caught the backs of her knees and spread her legs.
Gabriel winked at her as he slipped behind Patrick and walked into the shower.
“So wet.” Patrick rubbed her vulnerable folds, coating them with the combined juices slowly leaking from her core. “Did you like being fucked by both your mates at once?” He lightly spanked her wet pussy, drawing a gasp from Heather.
“Yes, Master. It felt wonderful.” And it had. Her body ached from their simultaneous use, but she couldn’t wait to feel it all again.
Patrick slapped her slit a bit harder.
Heather startled but held the position. He spanked her again and again, each slap sending sparks of pain radiating through her pussy. Unable to remain still any longer, she twisted her hips sharply to the side. His hand caught her inner thigh rather than her sensitive slit.
“Hold still and take your spanking like a good girl,” Patrick ordered gruffly.
He sounded so angry that she looked into his eyes. Passion burned there, but the resentment was back. Damn it. She’d reached beyond their past earlier. He had focused on his mate so completely that his enemy ceased to exist.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she tried to soothe as she opened her legs even wider. “I was excited by the new experience, but I overstepped. You are right to punish me.”
He spanked her some more, three cruel slaps, but then he stopped. “Get on your knees.”
She immediately scooted off the counter and knelt in front of him. It didn’t take any imagination to understand what he intended, but she waited for his next order. Her legs were open, hands palm up on her thighs.
He tangled his fingers in the back of her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. “Suck me, mate. Show me how good girls behave.”
He tasted strongly of cum and her arousal, but that just added to the carnality of the act. Keeping her lips snug around his thrusting cock, she relaxed her throat. He bumped the back of her mouth once and then slid even deeper. She fought off a gag and tilted her head farther back.