Lunar Lovers (5 page)

He gripped her hard. His balls tightened and he shouted—a
long, loud curse. Satisfaction filled him as he planted his seed inside his
brother’s mate. This was what it meant to be family. This was what it meant to
bond and belong.

The feeling of family was so strong he had to withdraw from
Achelle before he made a fool of himself and started blubbering like a newborn.
Shome withdrew from her mouth, giving Cannan room to maneuver the female on to
her back and bite her directly over her heart.

Achelle fought him, screaming, crying, punching at his head,
which was a female’s natural response to bonding, just as it was Samius’
natural response to resent his brothers as they bonded to his mate. Cannan
refused to release her until he felt the bond forming between them sliding into
place, as if she had always held a position in his heart and he simply had not
known it.

Only when he let her go did he realize that Shome had pinned
her arms to the bed. Shome released her and positioned Achelle on her hands and
knees once more. Cannan gave his younger brother a wolfish smile before jumping
down from the bed and nodding to the twins.

The twins moved as if their bodies and not just their minds
were one. Errol took Shome’s place in front of her while Essar blanketed her
body from behind.

Achelle’s beautiful magenta eyes flashed from one to the
other. A warning growl made the column of her throat vibrate with sound. She
was pissed from the bite Cannan had given her, the twins decided, and would not
make it easy on them to mate with her.

They smiled.

There was nothing they loved more than a good challenge and
the twins had no doubt that they would earn screams of pleasure from their
brother’s mate.

As if they had practiced the move a thousand times, Errol
hooked his hands under Achelle’s arms and pulled her into his lap, spreading
her legs with his knees and driving up into her while Essar knelt between both
of their legs and guided the bulbous head of his cock into her from the front.

She growled and thrashed, fighting to throw them out of her
but at the same time grabbing at them and gyrating her hips. Errol had a good
hold of her arms and both brothers pinned her legs open and up.

Growling his satisfaction as her body slowly adjusted to
accept them both, Essar inched into her tight pussy until he and his brother
were balls-deep. Then the males waited, unmoving, for the female to calm. They
would not proceed until she wanted them, no matter how much she needed them.

Errol closed his eyes and silently counted backward from one
hundred. He heard Essar doing the same through their mind link. Buried deep
inside Sam’s mate, unable to move, unwilling to release until they brought her
pleasure, was the best kind of torture and the worst kind of ecstasy.

Little by little Achelle settled between them, her harsh
breathing slowed, her body stilled. With a sweet little sigh, she rested her
feet on Errol’s thick thighs and began to move.

A roar blasted through the room.

Achelle jerked in their arms. Her heartbeat skipped and
sped.

Errol and Essar opened their eyes to see Sam fighting off
Shome and Redell to reach his mortal mate. Cannan, who stood apart, bared his
teeth and growled at all of them as if to say they were an embarrassment.

Sam twisted his arm free of Redell’s grasp and slammed a
fist into the center of Shome’s face. Shome’s nose flattened as blood exploded
to spray Sam and Redell in the face.

Choking on blood, Shome shouted, “Finish it! Now!”

Achelle whimpered, a high, strangled sound.

Errol felt Essar’s reluctant acceptance that they no longer
had the benefit of time. If they were going to couple with Achelle, they would
have to fuck her quickly and leave their mark before Sam broke free and
murdered them.

With a dramatic sigh of regret that made Errol chuckle,
Essar began to thrust. Errol matched his pace, burying his nose in the female’s
soft, fragrant hair, ignoring the bloody fight taking place a few feet from the
bed but unable to disregard the tears that wet his lips when he kissed
Achelle’s neck.

The female is crying.

He grimaced and met the mirror of Essar’s blue-green eyes. A
million times they had imagined coupling with a mortal mate. Not once did they
imagine their loving being met with tears. Better she yelled and thrashed.
Better she fought and bit and bucked to throw them out of her.

Errol released her arms and reached around to gently cup her
breasts and tease her nipples. Essar slid his hand down her soft little tummy
to caress her clit.

Even with the threat of a hard-core beat-down by their
eldest brother, they could not take pleasure from a female without giving in
return.

Slowly but surely her breathing changed once more and she
began to move with them, gripping their cocks in her tight little sheath,
angling her body so that she could take more of them into her. Her tears dried
to leave her eyes clouded with passion instead of fear.

The thrill of satisfaction the twins felt at not only taming
their brother’s mate but winning her acceptance with Sam in the room pushed
them over the edge. They came together, as they did all things, spurting off
inside Achelle, bonding to her as minor mates.

Still inside her, Essar laid his mark over her heart while
Errol slid out from under her to do the same. She growled and tried to pull
away as they sank their teeth into her tender flesh. When they finished laying
their marks, this time instead of inflaming her anger, the bites inflamed her
passion.

She groaned and arched off the bed, thrusting her breasts
against Errol’s chest, running her hand down the muscled expanse of Essar’s
chest.

The twins regretfully pulled back, knowing this was the last
time they would couple with Achelle. They had done their duty, bonding her to
them through sex and mark. They would serve as her protectors ever more but her
lovers never again.

Orgasm quickly fading, the coupling drive began to overtake
the female. Essar and Errol left the bed with big smiles on their identical
faces, making room for Shome who was next.

Shome waited until Faolan took his place helping to hold
back Sam before he joined Achelle on the bed. As soon as his knees hit the
mattress she rolled to her knees, mirroring his stance. Sam’s presence seemed
to calm her instead of upset her now but her eyes remained glazed over by the
coupling drive that made her act on instinct instead of reason or emotion.

Hips undulating, she looked from Sam to Shome’s bloodied
face and licked her lips. Shome didn’t know if it was a good or bad sign. Did
Sam’s mate want to eat him or
eat
him?

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled across the
rumpled bed, ass in the air, gaze zeroing in on his hard dick instead of his
bloody nose.

Well, that’s a relief
, he thought as she ducked her
head and swallowed him to the back of her throat to hold him there for an
endless moment.

His head fell back and he blinked at the ceiling as the
female cupped his balls in one hand, his shaft in the other, and sucked him
slowly. Just the way he liked it, he decided. And to think he’d been afraid he
wouldn’t be able to perform to her satisfaction. She seemed satisfied to take
control of his body and please herself with him as she saw fit.

With a gasp of surprise, Shome found himself knocked on his
ass.

Achelle presented him with her back…and ass. He bit his lip
as she kneeled over him and guided his cock inside her. Damn if he didn’t grow
even harder. Fully seated, she leaned forward on her arms and began to ride
him. Slowly at first. Then she picked up the rhythm and took him fast and
shallow.

His body naturally moved with hers, thrusting up into her as
she rolled her hips, her ass flexing and softening, flexing and softening.
Hesitantly, he gripped her waist. When she didn’t take his head off for that,
he cupped her ass.

Sam cursed him to the seven hells and lunged at him but
Faolan and Redell held him back. Achelle didn’t flinch. Instead she glanced
over her shoulder at Shome with a sly smile, clenched her inner muscles around
his cock and swiveled her hips. Shome instantly came, slamming up into her
again and again, strangling the sheets with his hands.

When at last she’d milked him dry, he lay beneath her,
catching his breath and trying to recapture his sanity. There was still the
matter of adding his mark over her heart.

He choked on a prayer sent right to the seventh god in the
seventh house when Achelle moved over him, offering her flesh, which already
carried the marks of his four older brothers. Relief and pride filled him that
his brother’s mate offered what the others were forced to take. She genuinely
seemed to like him, which was probably why Sam fought so hard to get at Shome.

In the end it took Errol, Essar and Cannan to subdue Sam,
who only stopped fighting when Essar elbowed him in the temple, knocking him
out again. The two youngest, Redell and Faolan, looked sick with worry, their
skin pasty white and their eyes wide as if they’d just seen their own deaths.

Shome swallowed a laugh, knowing his usual joking manner
would not be appreciated in this situation. Instead he suggested, “Not to ruin
your time with Sam’s mortal mate but I think you two might want to double up
like Errol and Essar did because when Sam wakes he’s going to be angrier than
ever.”

Redell blinked at him as if he was having trouble
deciphering the meaning of his words. Shome turned to Faolan, who was watching
Achelle writhe on the bed with something akin to panic on his face.

Redell couldn’t believe the time for him to lose the big V
had finally come. He swallowed convulsively as he approached the bed with
Faolan right beside him. Thank the seven great gods that he didn’t have to do
this alone, otherwise he might go limp-dick and pass the fuck out.

Achelle was gorgeous and her sweet, succulent scent called
to him but images of his mortal mate flashed through his mind, silently tearing
out his guts. They had met three years ago when he’d been sixteen and she
fifteen. From the moment he’d scented her, he’d recognized her as his mate.
Having been born into a full-blooded Rane family, she had recognized him as her
mate also.

He closed his eyes against the bruising pain.

She had rejected him. Flat out. Hadn’t wanted him.

She ran to prevent the bond between them from forming but
even with just the one brief meeting, she owned a piece of him and he a piece
of her.

His heart thumped hard as he approached Sam’s mate,
wondering if she would deny him as well. Maybe something was wrong with him.
Maybe he was born with some internal flaw that females could sense in him. A
terrible abnormality that he would pass on to his young. Was that why his mate
had run from him?

Oh gods, what if he impregnated Sam’s mate and she birthed a
deformed young who died in its cradle? That was impossible of course. She was
infertile until all seven brothers coupled with her, completing the familial
bond. Then only Sam would be intimate with her.

“Dell!” Faolan punched him in the shoulder. “You with me?”

Redell breathed deep. Behind him one of his brothers
chuckled. He looked from Achelle, crouched panting on the bed, to Faolan, whose
muscles were coiled tight, reminding him of a wolf ready to pounce.

“Should we…take her like Err and Ess did?” Redell asked.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Cannan slapped both of them on the
backs of their heads. “We don’t have all night. Get your asses in bed.”

Gritting his teeth, Dell climbed onto the mattress, Faolan
beside him. Achelle looked from one to the other and let out something that
sounded like a hiss.

He glanced at Cannan for guidance. His brother growled and
rolled his eyes. “Just watch what Faolan does and do the same.”

He turned back to the bed to find Faolan guiding her head to
the mattress and tugging open her legs. When she tried to lift her head and
twist away from him, Faolan wrapped an arm around her small waist and held her
in place as he drove into her from behind. She reached back and raked her nails
over his arms. With a curse, he released her waist and grabbed her wrists. He
pulled her arms up and back, cuffing her, using her arms as leverage to pound
into her.

His dominant display seemed to win her over. She moaned and
thrust back against Faolan. In no time at all, her toes curled off the bed and
she screamed her release, her body convulsing as the youngest brother came
inside her. When he released her, she rolled over with a satisfied smile on her
face and offered him her heart. Faolan added his bite to the others then licked
down to her nipple to suck and nip at the little bud.

“We don’t have time for that,” Shome said from where he
stood over Sam, who twitched and moaned on the floor. “Finish this so Sam can
be with his mortal mate, Dell.”

As Redell crawled over to the female, he prayed he wouldn’t
have to restrain her or fight to stay inside her while she tried to throw him
out. After nearly nightly fantasies of coupling with his mate, taking her
softly and sweetly, showing her that she’d made a mistake when she rejected
him, Redell couldn’t bear the thought of living out his nightmare of his mate
tempting him, teasing him, then throwing him out of her, biting and scratching
him, rejecting him over and over again.

Achelle didn’t move. Instead she lay passively on her back,
looking up at him with her amazing magenta eyes. Her legs were closed and
instead of forcing them open, he straddled her thighs to sink down over her.
She watched, waited him out as if she knew her slightest movement might scare
him away.

Redell leaned forward on his arms and kissed her softly, a
simple press of lips against lips.