Casey's Warriors (Bondmates) (39 page)

Immensely.

He unwound her arms from around his neck and took her hand. “Come with me.”

Giving him a confused look she did as he asked but he didn’t dare lower his shields yet. His self-control was hanging by a thread as it was and he needed to have a clear mind. Casey was a smart woman, but very young. He’d have to be gentle but firm with her.

Once they reached the edge of the bed he had her stand before he sat on the edge with his feet bracing on the floor. Before she could guess what he was about to do, he pulled her over his lap with her plump ass wiggling in the air. The press of her breasts against his leg, the sensation of her soft body trying to squirm out of his grip, made him growl with need.

“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled as she tried to push off his legs.

“You will be still. You will take your punishment, and you will think about why you deserve this.”

She froze, then tried to push off of him but there was no way she could escape his superior strength. “Don’t you fucking
dare
spank me!”

In response he brought his large hand down on her ass with a satisfying crack, then slid his fingers over to her pussy, stroking the slick entrance.

“Get the fuck off of me,” she yelled.

Her anger pushed at his shields and he grinned at her mental strength, proud of how formidable his little bride was. “You will never run from us again, Casey. Ever.”

“Fuck you!”

He looked up and met Lorn’s amused gaze before the other man nodded. Settling her into the position he wanted, he placed his forearm over her back and pressed down, pinning her. Then he began to spank her in earnest, not hard enough to do real damage, but firm enough to sting. With each slap her ass bloomed white, then red as her blood rushed to the surface. He started on her left buttock, then switched to the right. She howled, spit, and cursed as he continued to spank her, becoming progressively wilder until she’d insulted not only him, but his mother and just about every relative he’d ever had. After the fifteenth slap he leaned back to admire his work, loving the hot, red flush covering her plump buttocks.

Tears wet his thigh and she was no longer struggling as hard, instead, she clung to him. Slipping his fingers between her legs, he found her pussy even hotter than her ass and his cock surged against her body while Lorn groaned from the bed. With a slow breath he lowered his shields, testing her emotional state while letting his love flow through along with his desire. She went limp against him and began to cry in earnest while he stroked the slit of her soft little sex.

“That is a good girl. You know you were wrong, Casey, and you have to be punished for endangering yourself, but you are doing so well. Only a little more,
alyah
.”

She sobbed and clung to him, her trust mixing with her love and embarrassment. Confusion lingered beneath the hot swirl of her emotions and he began to rub her stiff clit with his thumb. Desire overwhelmed everything else in her mind as he kept one hand playing with her dripping wet pussy and began to spank her with the other. Soon she was moaning and sobbing, her mind totally focused on her body while he built the fires in her higher. Not all women responded to a mix of pain with their pleasure, but his bride did and he loved being able to give this to her. The confusion melted away until only trust and need remained, her legs spreading and her back arching as she offered herself to him.

The last few spanks he gave her were hard enough to bruise and he wanted that, wanted her ass to be tender when she sat so she would remember this lesson, so she would never endanger herself like that again. When they discovered she’d fled he was devastated, and when he and Lorn hadn’t been able to reach her and learned she might have been taken against her will, his world crumbled. He could see why men killed themselves after being rejected by their bondmate because if it hadn’t been for Lorn telling him Casey was still alive he would have wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

A trace of that icy fear lanced through his veins as he hauled her off his lap and drew her between his thighs, helping her stand on wobbly legs and making her look at him. Her face was wet and blotchy with her tears and her hair was a tangled mess, but he’d never found her more beautiful and he shoved that intense feeling at her through their bond.

“You will never run from us again, Casey. Do you hear me? Never.”

She threw her arms around his neck, wetting his shoulder with her tears. “I’m so sorry, Nast. I didn’t think, I just reacted and I hurt you so much. I’m so sorry.”

His heart broke and he held her close, taking in deep breaths of her scent, reassuring himself she was alive and safe, loving her with every ounce of his battered soul. Their bond strengthened and she began to place delicate kisses along his neck, working her way to his mouth. Once their lips met they both sighed in a mixture of need and relief that pushed the last bit of doubt from his soul.

“Take me, Nast,” she whispered against his lips. “Take me, bond with me, love me. Love us.”

He didn’t realize Lorn was behind them until she said that but soon his friend was sitting with his hips and chest cradling Nast. “Take her, my blood brother. Make love to our wife.”

Unable to think past the emotions destroying his soul and remaking it into something stronger, something better, he helped Casey straddle his lap. She slid her fingers through his hair and urged his head up. When his gaze met her dark, reddened eyes his breath caught in his throat at the fierce desire mixed with love flowing through their bond.

“Look at me, Nast, know who is taking you.”

She gave him a saucy little smile as she threw his words back at him, but it allowed him to pull back and refocus on her, on the gift she was giving him. Placing his hands onto her ample hips he lifted her while she reached between them and placed his cock at her entrance. Letting it go once he was snugly tucked against her, she then cupped his face with her small hands and softly kissed him as he lowered her onto his cock.

As the first inch of his shaft stretched her he moaned into her mouth, her sheath convulsing tight enough that he was afraid he was going to hurt her. She pressed down and the mushroom shaped head pushed into her softness. He felt like he’d come home. Wrapping his arms around her slight form he marveled at the tenderness flowing from her, a soothing balm to his heart that only raised his desire higher. He loved her, so very much, and after all of his fears of not only losing Lorn but her as well he could scarcely believe it was real.

“It’s real,” she whispered against his lips.

“You heard me?” He held her still, only halfway in the soft clutch of her pussy.

“Yes.” She rubbed her tiny nose against his.

Lorn swept his hair to the side and kissed along Nast’s neck, adding a bit of fang that made his balls draw up tight.

Nast returned to kissing Casey, all rational thought leaving him as she enveloped him all the way to his balls. Seated fully on his lap she sighed into his mouth and he couldn’t help but smile at the contentment radiating from her. But he didn’t want her content, he wanted her begging for release.

With that thought in mind he gripped her buttocks, still hot from his spanking, and gave a gentle squeeze that made her yelp, then groan as he tilted her hips so her clit pressed against his pelvis. Her lush breasts crushed to his chest and he set a languid rhythm, each stroke into her welcoming heat better than the last. Lorn’s fierce male lust mixed with Casey’s softer, but just as intense need, until Nast felt more connected to them than himself. Soon she shifted so she had more control of her movements and began to ride him, her head tossed back and her long dark hair tickling his thighs as she moved.

Lorn ground his cock against Nast’s back and he gave himself over to them, letting Lorn hold him while Casey worked her little pussy along his aching shaft until his pleasure ridges began to fill and vibrate. She immediately stiffened and he barely had time to shut down his side of the link before she and Lorn began to come. Just the sight of her coming apart on his cock almost sent him over the edge, but he held on. He wanted to fuck her hard and fierce, not climax yet, so he bit his tongue until it bled and held back even though he felt like he was one stroke away from going over.

Nast clenched his hands into fists as his blood brother roared and the heat of Lorn’s seed pulsed against his back. Unable to hold on one second longer he flipped Casey over onto her back while remaining inside of her and slipped his hand beneath her ass, lifting her to him as he pounded into her. She cried out and scored his back with her fingernails and he opened his side of the bond again, shoving his need and ferocious desire into her mind just as he was shoving his cock into her hot, swollen pussy.

The contractions from her orgasm seemed to go on forever and she became violent beneath him, biting him, scratching him, wrapping her legs around his waist and trying to shove her hips against his. He kissed her and shared the taste of his blood, loving how she moaned and sucked on his tongue. With a final plunge he tore his mouth from hers as he roared out his orgasm. Casey screamed and arched her back so harshly he distantly feared she’d injure herself so he lay atop her and held her close while he continued to fill her with his seed, his heart racing and his soul rejoicing in her total acceptance of him.

She loved him as much as he loved her, as much as she loved Lorn, and it made her extraordinarily happy.

For a long, long time he remained inside of her, not moving even as his cock eventually softened. Lorn lay next to Casey and gently stroked both of them, his love and approval adding another layer to the joy flowing through Nast.

He did it. He survived battles, his own doubt, and a universe out to kill him and won the heart of his bride. There were no words for his satisfaction, his absolute relief and joy so he shared his emotions with his soon-to-be bondmates and drifted to sleep, knowing Lorn would keep them all safe.

****

Casey slipped her arms around Lorn’s thick neck and gave him a kiss as she surveyed the small breakfast table set up on the balcony of their personal apartments. Her body ached like she’d just run a marathon but her heart and her soul felt somehow renewed. The strength of her love for her men was still staggering when she concentrated on it, but she was no longer scared of her feelings. There was no reason to be because their love for her and for each other was just as intense.

Nast smiled at her from across the table and she blew him a kiss before settling into her chair. To her delight she’d found clothes in her closet other than black gowns and Lorn had explained that while she wore the gowns for official or formal functions, at her home she was allowed to dress for her comfort. Now she wore a pair of pale green silky pants and a loose shirt that had a high collar with cleavage cut out to display her bondmark. They’d even included bras and panties for her, even though both men grumbled as she put them on. Tracing the design of her bondmark with her finger, she looked up at Nast with a smile.

“So, when do you want to get bonded?”

Both of her men were looking incredibly edible as they relaxed at the table in their black pants with no shirts on. From their vantage point they had a view of the orchard and the river beyond along with an amazing city full of spires and flying specks in the distance in the early morning light. Lorn had explained the city in the distance was Vastal, the northern capital where his extended family lived. They would go visit his parents later today so she could meet one of Lorn’s younger brothers who was home on leave from the military. The other two were on distant planets, fighting the Hive and their mercenaries.

Reaching across the table, Nast picked her hand up and kissed her fingertips before releasing her. “As soon as possible?”

She giggled and took a seat between the two men, luxuriating in their adoration. “Sounds good to me.”

The men took turns feeding her by hand and by the time they were finished all three were ready to head back to bed. Before they could a chime sounded from the bedroom door and Lorn stood, stretching out in a mouthwatering display of rippling muscles while he smiled at them. “I will answer it. You should show our
alyah
the pleasures of the soaking tub.”

Nast picked her up and held her against his chest, dipping his head to inhale her scent while she wrapped her legs around him as much as she could. He gripped her bottom and she winced. Right away his touch gentled as hurt flavored his emotions. “I am sorry, little bride. I did not mean to bruise you so much.”

She nuzzled her nose against his, letting him know with both her body and heart that she wasn’t angry at him. Well, not totally angry. “If you ever try to spank me like that again I’ll have Lorn help me tie you down so I can spank you.”

His startled laugh made her grin and he slipped her a little lower before adjusting his shaft with one hand so it slid between the lips of her sex. “Hmmm, I might have to spank you tonight in that case.”

She arched a brow at him. “You like the idea of being spanked?”

“Not so much spanking, but I enjoy rough sex. I like having to fight for dominance. It is a Kadothian male thing. While I am afraid I would break you, I would enjoy you trying to help Lorn pin me. Very much.”

The heat of his arousal certainly backed that statement up and she moaned softly while he rocked against her. “I swear you’re turning me into a nymphomaniac.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a word used on Earth for a condition where someone constantly wants to have sex.”

The sexy flash of his fangs as he smiled only added to her growing need for him. “That sounds like a good problem to have.”

She giggled and he turned to carry her back to the bedroom when they both caught a hint of Lorn’s distress before he closed their bond down. Nast quickly slid her down his body and they both took off in the direction Lorn had gone. When they entered the bedroom they found Lorn standing with a Warrior who looked vaguely familiar. He had dark blond hair streaked with rich brown pulled back into a tight braid and very nice lips along with a killer pair of pale green eyes. Before she could say anything the man dropped to his knees and bowed his head.