Chapter 6 #3
“What’s mine is yours,” Raphael echoed as he pulled her forward and guided her mouth to the tip of his cock.
Claire quickly licked her lips, then let him fill her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, and her pussy fluttered in response. That’s where she really wanted him. She wanted one mate to fill her pussy while the other stretched her ass.
“Soon,” Victor whispered into her ear. “We’ll fuck you like that very soon.”
She shivered and bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down. Her breasts quivered and swayed as Victor started thrusting again. Filled at both ends, this was almost as good as what she was imagining.
Raphael reached beneath her and caught her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He pinched and twisted using the intensity to compound her arousal.
Victor returned his fingers to her clit as he steadily fucked into her ass. “Come, mate. I want to feel your body tighten around my cock.”
Raphael pinched her nipples while Victor flicked her clit and a sudden burst of pleasure shattered reality. She screamed around Raphael’s cock as her passages clenched rhythmically.
“Good girl,” Victor muttered, moving his hands back to her hips. He pounded into her then, taking her deep and hard.
Framing her face with his hands, Raphael slid in and out of her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat with each thrust but didn’t slide deeper.
Thankful for the small mercy, she sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
They all came at the same time. Raphael gasped and whipped his cock out of her mouth. His seed jetted out and splashed over her breasts. Victor cried out as he thrust his entire length into her willing bottom. His seed pulsed out as his hands slipped beneath her, squeezing her breasts.
Their emotions barreled into her mind, blurring reality and triggering spasms of pure sensation.
She shook, moaned loudly, and shook some more.
For several blissful moments she floated along on the pleasure.
It didn’t matter that cum was dripping off her breasts or that Victor was still buried in her bottom. She felt complete.
“Why can I sense you so clearly?” she asked when her mind focused enough to form words.
“We’re very close to forming a mating bond, whether you want to or not,” Victor warned.
“Your mind is open to us now, and our bodies are in tune. We should probably not come inside you again until you’re ready to accept our claim.
” Victor carefully separated their bodies and made a beeline for the bathroom.
She rolled onto her hip and looked at Raphael. “Is he angry with me?”
“Of course not.” Raphael leaned in and brushed the hair away from her face. He kissed her lightly then said, “It’s hard to be this close to something you want more than breath and not reach out and take it.”
She sighed. Their instincts demanded that they claim her, but a lifetime of human experiences warned her to be wary, to go slowly. The connection dissolved and their emotions faded from her mind. She felt empty and alone. “Did you do that intentionally?”
“No,” Raphael told her. His luminous gaze searching hers. “The intensity of our emotions formed a temporary link. It’s further proof that we are true mates.” He paused, expression unreadable. “You seem upset. Did you like being able to sense our thoughts and emotions?”
She nodded. “It was reassuring, but overwhelming.” She glanced away as she added, “All of this is overwhelming.”
Victor returned with a warm cloth and insisted on cleaning up the mess they’d made.
“I can go take a shower,” she objected, embarrassed by his overly thorough ministrations. Then Claire realized that Victor was inspecting her body, making sure they hadn’t hurt her.
“I’m fine,” she assured him as he pitched the cloth into the bathroom.
“It’s our job to take care of you,” Raphael insisted.
He moved behind her and rubbed her shoulders and arms, pausing to look at her wrists.
The cuffs had left faint red marks, but there would be no bruising.
Finally, satisfied that she was unharmed, he pulled her into his arms. “If you’re sensing our emotions, it’s a good sign for us. Are you ready to accept our claim?”
The hopeful catch in his voice made her feel guilty. It wasn’t intentional, but did it seem like she was leading them on. “Every day brings me closer to acceptance, and tonight was a huge step.”
“But you’re still not quite there yet?” he guessed.
She reached up and kissed his lips. “Be patient a little while longer.”
“I’ll try, but patience is not one of my virtues,” Raphael grumbled.
“Truer words have never been spoken,” Victor teased as he pulled her over on the bed.
“Shouldn’t we go take a shower first?” Claire resisted his attempts to draw her closer.
“I washed up,” Victor assured her. “We’ll shower in the morning. Right now, I want to hold my mate.”
“I think that can be arranged.” She lay down facing him and snuggled into the warmth of his side.
Raphael pressed in behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Claire closed her eyes and let their nearness comfort her.
Life on Rydaria might be far different from Earth.
It was harsh and somewhat savage, but she was no longer afraid.
A telepathic alarm jarred Victor from a deep, contented sleep. He disentangled his legs from Claire’s and scrambled off one side of the bed while Raphael scooted off the other. They both dressed as quickly as possible.
“What’s the matter?” Claire asked sleepily. She blinked several times and sat up, oblivious to her nudity.
“Wolf hunters are inside the walls. The village is under attack,” Raphael explained. “Victor will protect you, but I need to join Gabriel and the others.”
She crawled off the bed and reached for her clothes. “How did the wolves get into the village?”
“Damn good question,” Raphael muttered as he rushed from the room.
“What time is it?” Claire finished dressing and followed Victor out into the living room. “How long have we been asleep?”
He walked to the windows at the front of the cabin and pulled open one side of the shutters. “The horizon is just starting to glow. I’d guess it’s about five-thirty.”
She nodded and glanced toward the door. “Should we—”
“No,” he insisted. “You’re safest right here, and I’m going to make sure you stay that way.”
Her eyes widened and filled with fear, her hands trembling. “Maybe there’s something we can do to help. I can’t just stay here and do nothing.”
Victor closed the distance between them and pulled Claire into his arms. Despite her brave words, fear pulsed off her so powerfully that he didn’t need to scan.
“You’re safe, love. No one will ever harm you again.
” Her reaction was understandable. This was the third wolf attack she’d endured since arriving on Rydaria. Anyone would be terrified.
Claire clung to him, face buried in the side of his neck, arms clutching his back. “I can’t do this again,” she whispered. “I just can’t.”
“You’re safe.” He held her tightly and stroked the back of her hair. “I promise.”
For several minutes she just stood there, allowing his embrace to soothe her.
Gradually her fear decreased, though it didn’t disappear.
“It’s never going to stop, is it?” She eased back and looked at him.
Her features were tense and pale, her expressive eyes filled with shadows.
“They’ll keep attacking until they have all the women they need. ”
Victor framed her face with his hands and looked deep into her eyes. “The wolves are desperate, I won’t lie. But all the females are safe now. They’re either with the cats or with us. You’re no longer alone. You’re surrounded by males who will die to protect you. And I mean that literally.”
She shivered then swayed toward him again. “I wish I could see what’s going on up at the bunkhouse. The others must be terrified.”
He hesitated. Raphael could easily show them what was going on, but her emotions were so volatile right now. Victor wasn’t sure she could deal with any more trauma.
“Can you please check in with Raphael?” she prompted after a long pause. Her tear-bright gaze beseeched him, making refusing all but impossible. “I know your mind is linked with his. I just need to know that my friends are okay.”
Rather than answer with words, Victor flowed into Raphael’s mind, quickly taking in the situation surrounding him.
Victor fed the images to Claire while keeping his presence shielded from Raphael.
He would likely know they were watching, but Victor did everything he could to minimize the distraction.
There were a dozen or more raptor hybrids on the main floor of the bunkhouse. The females were nowhere in sight. Neither was Gabriel. He was likely outside with more raptors, creating a protective perimeter and ensuring that the wolves didn’t reach the females.
“You four, upstairs. No one goes in or out of those bedrooms.” Raphael motioned to the hybrids closest to the stairs, his tone confident and commanding.
“Are all the women in their bedrooms?” Claire asked, clearly receiving the images Victor was sending her.
“That makes the most sense,” Victor agreed. “Raphael didn’t have time to stash them anywhere else.”
As the four Raphael indicated took the stairs two at a time, the other eight shifted toward the doors and windows watching for the first hint of invasion. Every expression reflected determination and anger. Each raptor represented an immovable obstacle standing between the wolves and the females.
“Have you seen enough?” Victor asked. “I don’t want to distract him.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Victor eased out of Raphael’s mind and brought the cabin back into focus. Claire hadn’t been able to see her friends, but the situation was under control. Apparently, that was all she’d needed to feel more secure.
She pulled back until she could see him without straining her neck. “Are you telepathic with everyone or just Raphael?”