Captivated: 3 (Mating Ritual) (12 page)

Gods, but he kissed like the devil. Hot and hard and unfailingly possessive. Her body responded by breaking out into tremor. When he reached up to the straps of her tunic and he dragged them off her shoulders, she gasped against his lips. Slowly he tugged them down, sliding the silky fabric over her breasts. She tensed but didn’t fight him. Her clothes were bound to come off sooner or later, given what they were about to do.

Finally the fabric pooled at her feet. Bannor’s hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. More hands caressed her back and the globes of her ass. The feeling of her men touching her pushed her to the edge of excitement. Moaning, she grasped Bannor’s shoulders for dear life.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Then take your seat.” Her eyes opened to see her four virile Spygians staring at her, their gazes fierce and their bodies rigid. And heavens, the way their loincloths tented upward…her pussy clenched in answering desire.

Swallowing hard, she stepped to the throne and sat down. The chair was narrow, and the incline forced her backward, making her breasts jut upward at an angle.

Ah, so that’s why it inclines.

Before she could process it, Bannor placed her arms on the armrests, then guided one of her legs into a groove in the leg of the throne.

“What are you…?”

Her words died away when he placed her other leg into the neighboring groove. The movement spread her body open to their view, and she suddenly understood the reasons for the grooves. Now she was well and truly on display for her mates, and based on the lust-filled expressions on their faces, as well as the low growl Tempos couldn’t quite hide, they were very much enjoying the view.

“You’re beyond beautiful, mate,” Bannor whispered.

Oh heavens, just his voice was enough to spark a tremor in her pussy. Lords, but she wanted him. Wanted all of them, right now.

“Please,” she whispered, beyond reason or shame. She just needed them.

Heeding her request, Bannor bent over her and pressed his lips to hers. At the same time he pressed the tip of his finger inside her. She moaned, her thighs clenching. Withdrawing his moistened finger, he rubbed it across her clit, quickly strumming an answering pulse there. When she cried out and arched into his touch, he pulled away and stepped behind her chair. He reached out to casually cup and knead her breasts.

“The first part of the ritual involves tasting,” Bannor rumbled, his voice harsh and heavy. “With the exception of Devan, my men have already done that. However, far be it from me to deprive them of another taste of something so sweet.”

Cindra glanced up to see him nod toward his men. Devan approached and, before she could do more than suck in a choked breath, fell to his knees before her. His mouth was upon her in an instant, his long, slick tongue stroking her folds before working its way inside her channel. She cried out and would have jumped, but Bannor rested his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain in place.

The silky strands of Devan’s long hair brushed her thighs, tickling her sensitized flesh as she accepted the pleasure being given to her. On and on it went, until the sweet agony of Devan’s long tongue sliding in and out of her soaked body brought her to a breath-stealing climax.

“Oh gods!” She gasped and rode it out, closing her eyes when a kaleidoscope of colors broke in her vision.

Only dimly was she aware of Bannor uttering something, of Devan rising and retreating. A moment later a second man knelt between her thighs, and the delicious torture began anew. He sucked and laved at her, thrusting his fingers inside. When his tongue joined them, another leg-quaking tremor erupted within her. And then a third man took his place, rocking his tongue in and out of her with sweet abandon.

“Look at them,” Bannor whispered to her.

Forcing her eyes open, she obeyed his quiet command. The first man she saw was Tempos kneeling between her legs, his mouth feasting on her quivering flesh. His eyes locked with hers just as he slid his long tongue all the way inside. Crying out, she let yet another release wash through her.

“Look at how much they want you, Cindra,” Bannor murmured.

Her gaze traveled beyond Tempos to Stefon and Devan, who stood several feet away, observing the scene with their loincloths thrust above their hips. Their hands were closed over their long, hard tools.

Heavens, but they were huge. She didn’t know how she was going to take them all inside her body, but she was eager to find out.

“They are all so eager to ram their rods inside your sweet cunt, my love,” Bannor growled.

Cindra held back her gasp at his shocking words. Even though no one had ever spoken to her so bluntly before, he said nothing but the truth. Something she should do as well.

“I want that, too. Please.
Now.
”

Bannor chuckled. He nodded at Tempos, who stood and backed away, and Bannor walked around to face her. Her breath caught at the ferocious look in his eyes. They shimmered as he said, “My men have each tasted you and proclaimed you their mate. The final test is me.”

Based on his words she expected him to fall to his knees like the rest, but he surprised her by lifting his loincloth instead. His huge, erect cock jutted out toward her, making her squirm in lust and fear.

“Please,” she whispered.

Without answering, he leaned down and guided the tip of his arousal to the entrance of her body.

“
Yes
.” This was it. Her life was about to change forever.

Her fingers dug into the armrests when Bannor began to slowly push forward, stretching her tight entrance almost to the point of pain. She gasped and shifted her hips, instinctively knowing her true pleasure would come once he was fully seated.

Sweat beaded on Bannor’s forehead as he continued to shove his way in. The small part of her that was still lucid marveled at his control, when his every movement clearly said he longed to lose himself by driving deep.

“Gods, please.” Crying out, she felt her thighs clench around his hips, guiding him deeper within her. He obeyed, moving forward until he was at last buried deep inside her.

“Oh goodness, it feels…amazing,” she gasped.

Bannor grunted and pulled out, only to plunge back in. The force of his thrust tore a cry from her throat, and he responded by pumping harder and faster, until his body slammed against hers with slapping force. She splintered beneath him, finding her orgasm with a cry that threatened to deafen her.

“By severn.” Cursing, Bannor withdrew. She had no more than a second to utter a groaning protest before he moved away and Devan stepped into his place. Removing her legs from the grooves, she wrapped them around his waist and guided him into her.

Thanks to Bannor’s attention, Devan slid in much easier. Her body stretched to accommodate him and he shifted his hips for deeper penetration. Within minutes he was ramming her body down into the chair, grinding into her forcefully.

“Yes,” she screamed, practically insensible from the sensation of his heavy tool pumping deep within her body.

This
was what she’d been missing all those years? If only she’d found her Spygians sooner.

Her world shifted as Devan abruptly dug his hands underneath the globes of her ass and lifted her off the chair. Gasping, she locked her arms around his neck and held on tightly as he lifted her up and down on him, making her cunt clench and quiver with sensation. She hadn’t known it was possible to make love like this.

“Here,” Devan muttered. The world spun again when he moved her up and off his rock-hard tool, then shifted her to the side. Another pair of arms enclosed her, and Devan handed her off to Stefon.

Grinning, Stefon guided his hands under her thighs and lifted her, unceremoniously shoving her all the way onto his erect rod.

“Oh gods, I can’t believe this is happening,” she moaned, letting her head fall into his neck.

He let out a hoarse chuckle. “It’s only the beginning, beloved.”

Before she could respond he began to piston his hips, furiously pumping in and out of her soaked body. Now she felt no pain at all, only pleasure. Clearly her body had been made to love these dreamy Spygians.

She lost track of how long Stefon rammed in and out of her, but when Tempos growled, “I need a turn, brother,” Stefon let out a grunt and slid out of her. He lowered her legs to the ground, holding her while she found her strength.

“Do you remember by the barn, when you swallowed my rod while Tempos feasted on your body?” Stefon asked.

Her cheeks warmed and she nodded.

“Will you do that now? Take us in your mouth while we take turns fucking you?”

Her blood heated as she considered his suggestion. She’d been so caught up in her lust that she hadn’t given a thought to how they must be feeling right now. Clearly each of them was more than eager for his turn. If she pleasured one with her mouth while another took his turn, she would be satisfying twice as many at the same time.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Stefon smiled but didn’t say anything further, just stepped back and bent her upper body forward, propelling her head down toward his slick rod. As her lips closed around him and she reveled in the salty sweet taste of his arousal combined with her own juices, another man grasped her hips and guided her backward a fraction, pushing down on her lower back so her ass lifted further into the air. A second later a stiff rod thrust into her body, rough and deep.

She cried out and grasped onto Stefon’s hips, holding onto him for support as the man behind her—Tempos, she assumed—started to ride her deeper and harder, ramming his cock in and out of her aching pussy. Damn, but she loved it. His rough thrusts, combined with the feel of Stefon’s cock in her mouth, were enough to send her barreling toward the edge of the abyss once again. When Stefon started to pump harder and deeper into her mouth, she went over, screaming as her body was buffeted by yet another blistering release.

Dimly she noted Tempos pull out and someone else take his place. Bannor moved beside Stefon, guiding her mouth to his erection, and Stefon stepped away.

Half senseless from the pleasure of being fucked by her gorgeous men, she concentrated on staying on her feet, on accepting each deep, penetrating thrust as it was offered to her.

She didn’t know how much time passed before Bannor pulled out of her mouth, lifting her head slightly so her eyes met his.

“Do you see now how much we want you? How desperate we are for you?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

His eyes flashed with satisfaction. “There’s another place we can love you, where you can take more of us. Will you do that?”

When she stared at him blankly, he nodded toward the man pumping away inside her pussy. A moment later she felt the cheeks of her ass being parted, and a thumb gently pressing against the area.

She let out a gasp as comprehension dawned. “You can put your rods there?”

“Yes,” Bannor said. “And I believe you’ll enjoy it.”

Considering that she’d enjoyed everything they’d done so far, she didn’t doubt it. Her body quivered with sensation, making her feel as if the slightest stroke would be enough to make her come apart.

“Okay. I’ll try it.”

He laughed, no doubt amused by her eagerness, and a moment later the man behind her withdrew. Bannor guided her to an upright position and she swayed, struggling for balance. Looking around, she caught the glances of Tempos, Stefon and Devan. Each of them looked fierce and ready to explode. Their cocks were impossibly hard and erect. No doubt they needed to find the same release she’d experienced at least a half dozen times since starting. She wanted to do that for them.

“What should I do?”

“Lie down.” Bannor guided her onto the carpeted floor, but when she tried to lie on her back, he positioned her on her side. He fell onto his side in front of her, his body facing hers. Before she could ask what she needed to do next, he lifted her leg and positioned it over his hip, then guided his arousal into her soaked slit. Moaning, she arched her back. If they did this a million times, she’d never get used to how amazing it felt.

Bannor motioned, and a moment later she felt a chest against her back. Turning her head, she saw Devan behind her. He kissed her neck sweetly and his fingers slid between the curves of her ass. He’d applied something to his fingers, some sort of lubricant, and he spread it around the rim of her anus before working one finger in. She tensed at first, but it felt surprisingly good. Slowly she let herself relax.

After a little time, he withdrew his finger. A moment later she felt the pressure of his cock at the rim of her ass. She stiffened, but Bannor placed his finger at her clit, stroking and plucking. “Relax.”

Slowly she did as he bade, and Devan’s slick cock shoved a few inches inside her ass. She gasped at the unusual sensation. It felt…actually really, really good. Forcing herself to relax further, to concentrate on the touch of Bannor’s finger on her clit, she held on as Devan pushed farther in, inch by inch. Before she knew it, he was most of the way inside. The pressure of Bannor’s cock in her pussy and Devan’s in her ass created an incredible sensation of fullness that made it hard to breathe. But who needed to breathe, when she had two delicious men inside her?