Page 57 of Tamed
Kendra gasped, arching her back as a spontaneous orgasm burst through her. Her inner muscles rippled around Arcon’s cock, dragging a guttural moan from his throat.
“Say it, mate,” Arcon ordered. “Repeat the vow.”
“Now and forever, I am your mate, and you are mine,” she obliged, tears of happiness blurring her vision.
Zevon carefully parted her tender bottom cheeks and smeared lubricant over and into her rippled opening.
Kendra waited for fear to cool her desire, but the uncertainty never came. This was what she wanted, what they all wanted. Why should she be afraid? Zevon’s fingers slid in and out of her bottom for a moment then his cock pressed against her and his hands moved beneath her, supporting her. He drove inward with slow yet persistent pressure. Her body opened for him, stretching wide for his thick tip. Kendra rested her forehead on Arcon’s broad shoulder and surrendered control.
Suddenly, her wrists were free and her arms fell heavily to her sides. She gasped then wrapped them around Arcon’s neck as she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
“This is your final chance to change your mind,” Arcon told her. “If we anchor the soul bond, there is no going back.”
“I want this.” She brought her mouth to his and kissed him. “I want you.” Then she turned her head sharply and told Zevon, “I want you both.”
Zevon kissed her briefly but then they started moving. The fullness had been intense, but it was nothing compared to the friction of having both their cocks sliding in and out of her body.
The transfer link expanded one last time. Energy flooded her mind, blurring her surroundings. A sharp sting made her gasp and then the reality she’d known morphed into something different, something more. Not only could she sense their emotions, she could now sense them. Their thoughts, their perceptions, their hopes and dreams. Everything they knew, she knew.
Her friends had tried to explain this feeling, but their words were grossly inadequate for this utter oneness, this total intimacy. She shared herself without reservation, holding nothing back. Their movements sped, their cocks reaching deeper. Kendra wrapped her legs around Arcon’s waist and reached back to stroke Zevon’s face. Fullness and motion, energy and emotion combined into a sensual storm.
Kendra closed her eyes and opened her mind, experiencing their joining on a level never available to her before. She felt their cocks sliding in and out of her tight holes, but she also felt her body gripping them, clinging as if to keep them inside her as long as possible.
“She feels so damn good,” Zevon warned. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Understood.” Arcon slipped his hand between their bodies and gently rubbed Kendra’s clit.
She was so aroused by all of the new sensations, the gesture wasn’t necessary, but it was sweet. “Am I allowed to come?”
“Yes,” Zevon growled out. “Come hard. Come now.”
She threw back her head and arched her back, aligning their bodies perfectly for the frantic thrusting that followed. They drove into her fast and hard as her final orgasm blasted through her. She cried out sharply, shaking violently in their hold as wave after wave of ecstasy inundated their bodies and minds. Zevon thrust deep, pumping his seed into her as he shuddered against her back. Arcon thrust one last time and released deep inside her pussy. Pleasure flowed freely across the soul bond, making it impossible to tell where the sensations originated.
For a long moment they clung to each other, panting harshly, too stunned to speak. Then Zevon carefully withdrew and staggered back a step. Arcon moved to the bed and lay Kendra down. Then he crawled onto the bed beside her and collapsed.
“I’ll be right back,” Zevon muttered and disappeared into the bathroom.
Kendra heard water running and when Zevon returned, he held a warm washcloth. It was an unusual courtesy. Generally, he made her shower in the morning because he liked to fall asleep with his scent marking her body.
“I want to make sure we didn’t hurt you,” he explained as he thoroughly washed her front and back.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him, surprised by his concern. “Nothing you did crossed the line. If you don’t believe me, search my emotions. I was into it. I’m always into it.”
He paused, gaze narrowing. His energy intensified for a moment, then receded. Satisfied that she was telling the truth, he tossed the cloth into the recycler and joined them on the bed. She faced Arcon, so Zevon molded himself against her back.
“I’ve always felt possessive of you. This level of protectiveness is new.”
“You’re probably sensing Arcon,” Kendra told him. “He’s always clucking like a mother hen.”
“A ‘mother hen’?” Arcon tugged playfully on her hair. “I suspect I would be insulted if I knew what that was.”
Kendra smiled at him, feeling content and sleepy. Being able to sense them continually made her feel wonderfully secure. Her eyelids drifted shut and her mind grew unfocused, sort of fuzzy.
She thought she was falling asleep until her senses were inundated with unfamiliar sensations. Hunger gnawed at her belly, echoing the empty ache in her core. Hopelessness warred with anger as Kendra tossed and turned on a bed.
No, Kendra wasn’t thrashing. She was sensing one of the conduits, but this vision was different than her last. Her perspective was coming from inside the female.
The woman opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Her breath shuddered with faint sobs. The bed in which she lay was soft, luxurious, but that only seemed to mock her misery. Her arms were raised above her head, wrists bound loosely. She could move her arms but not lower them.