Chapter 7 #4
Desire swelled making her groan despite his obvious displeasure.
Their minds might be in conflict, but her body was more than ready to surrender.
Her clit tingled and her inner muscles rippled.
He pulled nearly out then slammed in, drawing another gasp from her mouth.
It felt so damn good to be filled by him, to be taken and controlled.
“You already decided that Victor and I are guilty of neglect and cruelty, yet you haven’t even heard our side of the story.” He drove into her fast and hard, using his cock to demonstrate his disapproval.
“So, tell me now,” she pleaded. “Why wouldn’t you help me?”
He drew out of her pussy and positioned himself against her other opening. Claire closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. She wasn’t surprised by his actions, had expected further punishment. She’d challenged him, doubted him, and revealed to others that she didn’t trust him.
He pushed in slowly, stretching her open until her bottom burned and stung. “Why am I punishing your tight little ass?”
“Because I didn’t trust you,” she whispered, unable to hold still. She twisted sharply to one side and then the other.
He grasped her hips and thrust his entire length into her reluctant hole.
Claire cried out in pain and humiliation. Victor had taken her anally, but this was different. Raphael wasn’t trying to arouse her. He didn’t even seem concerned with his own release. He demonstrated his displeasure with her actions and reestablished dominance over his rebellious mate.
“If you had trusted me with the entire story, we could have gotten Heather out.” Raphael accented his statement with a brutal thrust. “The door slammed closed the second Patrick saw her. There is nothing I can do to help her now.”
Raphael’s knees forced her legs even farther apart as his hands pinned her down against the bed. She couldn’t move, which focused her mind on the hurtful thickness of his cock as it pistoned into her helpless body. The pain gradually faded, but the overwhelming fullness remained.
“We are both powerless now,” he insisted. “Because you would not trust me.”
Emotions welled as her body responded to his aggression. Her pussy ached and her breasts felt heavy, nipples tender as they rubbed against the bedding. His aggression always aroused her, but it often took some form of tenderness to make her come.
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she cried, needing to defuse his anger.
“You’re sorry I’m punishing you.” He drew nearly out then slammed in even deeper than before.
A bright flash of pain produced another ragged cry. “Please, Sir,” she sobbed. “I need my mate, not my master.”
“You need both.”
His energy flowed into her mind, hot and demanding. Claire opened for him eager for the closeness only possible through their psychic link. A disconcerting buzz cascaded through her entire body and then their emotions flooded her mind.
Victor joined the link, saturating her being with his energy.
His emotions smoldered as he watched and waited.
Raphael’s mind was muted, partially shielded, but she could sense his frustration and the inescapable need to dominate.
It always shocked her to feel their raw emotions and know she was the cause.
Raphael’s cock slammed into her aching bottom. Claire accepted his harsh possession, reluctantly admitting that she had earned the discipline. Her hips lifted into his next stroke and heat cascaded through her body.
“Talk to me, mate,” Raphael urged. “Why were you so determined to save Heather all by yourself?”
He didn’t stop fucking her, but his thrusts weren’t quite as hard. “I’ve always been on my own,” she reminded. “Others depend on me. I’ve never had anyone who…” A lump of emotion lodged in her throat, making it difficult to speak. “Took care of me,” she finished in an unsteady whisper.
He drove inward slowly, filling her until his pelvis pressed against her tender ass cheeks.
Gradually he lowered his shields and let his energy fill her mind.
His actions and words were often stern, even cruel, but his emotions told a different story.
He adored her, was so proud of her, and he ached to join with her body, mind, and spirit.
Victor moved closer and brushed the hair back from her face. “You’re no longer alone,” he pointed out, reaching beneath her and cupping her breast. “Accept us as your mates and you will never be alone again.”
A sob shuddered through Claire. She wanted what her friends had, security and companionship, passion and protection, and the promise of a long and happy life.
The mind link gave her a taste of what the future would be like if she surrendered to Victor and Raphael.
But she was afraid, afraid to reach out and take it, afraid that it wasn’t real or that there was some horrible twist waiting on the other side of total surrender.
Raphael sighed and carefully separated their bodies. He gathered her into his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed. “We have to get past this, sweetheart. We can’t claim you until we work through these obstacles.”
Claire squirmed. Her bottom was tender inside and out and both her mates were still fully clothed. “I’m not going to have this conversation while I’m naked.”
Victor pulled his shirt off over his head then tugged off his boots. “I think we’ll all be more honest if there is nowhere left to hide.”
Their mind link was still active. It usually faded as her emotions normalized, and she was still seriously anxious.
Raphael shifted her to the bed beside him and then began taking off his clothes.
Claire had figured they would give her a robe or a blanket, but this would work just as well. If they were going to talk about forever, they needed to be on even footing.
When everyone was naked, Victor crawled onto the bed and opened his arms to Claire. She joined him on the bed, but faced him rather than sitting on his lap. Raphael faced them both, forming an untidy circle.
“The mind link activates every time we touch you,” Victor began. “That indicates that you’re close to surrender. What’s holding you back?”
“She doesn’t trust me,” Raphael grumbled, sounding disappointed rather than angry.
“I don’t trust anyone,” she stressed. “I’ve just been on my own my entire life. I don’t know how to depend on others.”
“You collaborate at work,” Raphael pointed out. “How is this different?”
“Work is calm and methodical. When I get emotional, I instinctively draw in and tune others out.”
“The mind link will help with that,” Victor told her. “If something upsets you, we’ll know. We’ll sense the surge of emotions and immediately respond.”
Claire sighed. “It all sounds wonderful, but I’m just not ready yet.”
Raphael stared at her for a long, silent moment then decided, “You’re ready, or more accurately, you’re as ready as you’ll ever be.”
Victor nodded. “The only way to overcome your fear is to prove that we’re worthy of your trust.”
“And that means I need to trust you,” she realized with a sigh.
“Don’t sound so discouraged.” Raphael smiled and stroked the side of her face. “One of your mates just happens to have more control over psychic links than most people. I can offer you a grace period most females do not enjoy.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you allow the mating bond, but decide that we are not good mates, I can still release it for a month, perhaps two.”
“It will hurt like hell,” Victor warned. “But Raphael’s gifts are unusual.”
She looked at one and then the other, heart thudding wildly in her chest. Could she do it?
Was she brave enough to trust them? She closed her eyes, needing a moment away from their physical appeal.
They’d done nothing to warrant her mistrust. They’d kept every promise and told her the truth.
She was a fool if she let this opportunity pass by because her life on Earth had made her suspicious.
“What do I need to do?” she asked as she opened her eyes.
“This will require a show of submission unlike any you’ve offered before,” Raphael told her.
Her pulse sped and her nipples tingled, but she wasn’t sure if fear or excitement triggered the sensations. “What does one have to do with the other?”
Raphael chuckled and reached for her hand. “The complexity of the link depends on my level of control, and my control depends on your willingness to surrender.”
Claire sucked in a shaky breath. “You’re going to fuck me together. Is that what you mean?”
“Yes,” Victor said firmly. “We’ve been patient, mate. The soul bond can be anchored gradually, but we need this joining. Are you ready to take us both at the same time?”
She flexed her bottom cheeks and groaned. “It would have been easier before I was punished.”
Raphael rocked onto his knees and pulled her onto hers, then he fisted the back of her hair. “Offer us your pain and we will inundate your entire body with pleasure.”
She shivered, knowing this was a crossroads she could not avoid.
If she refused them now, their union would fail.
They were compromising and now she needed to surrender.
“My body and my mind belong to you. I trust you not to take advantage of my vulnerability. You are my mates, and I know you would never harm me.”
Raphael sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply as his raw emotions poured into her mind. I love you, Claire. More than I ever dreamed possible. Give us this chance and we will prove worthy of your trust.
She smiled as his lips released hers. “I love you too, and I can’t imagine anything that would change my mind.”
Victor stroked the side of her face and Raphael eased his grip just enough so she could turn her head.
“I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you.
I knew even then that you were meant for us.
I know Rydaria is strange and being shared is frightening, but we want nothing more than to make you happy. ”