Paige's Warriors (Bondmates Book 3) (23 page)

“Take me,” she pleaded. “I need you, Rell. Please.”

His fangs elongated slightly, and he growled, “You will not deprive me of a taste.”

Before she could process his words, his long, wet tongue began exploring her pussy, and she moaned in appreciation. He loved her taste, licked up every drop of nectar he could, and growled the whole time doing it. That rumbling vibration through his mouth and onto her clit had her gasping as her toes curled and her climax washed through her. Though his mouth softened slightly, he continued to lick and suck her swollen sex until it almost hurt. She reached for Rell’s head, trying to tear him away from her sensitive body, but Tren was there in an instant, pinning her hands.

“He told you not to move,” Tren purred as she struggled against him.

“You look so good restrained like that, little bride,” Rell purred. “Spread out for me. Tren, play with her nipples.”

Rell’s long hair tickled her side as he pushed himself up over her with one arm, his rock hard erection probing between her legs. With a sigh of relief, she wrapped her legs around his hips, rubbing herself against his length. Her nipples stood at attention, and as Tren pinched them lightly, she twitched her hips.

“Paige,” Rell whispered as he began to push into her. “My
alyah
.”

Keeping her eyes open was an impossible task, so she surrendered herself to the dark, to the feelings and sensations coursing through her bond with both men.

Her body burned as Rell moved in further, but she canted her pelvis to take him deeper, writhing beneath him once he was fully seated and pinning her to the bed with his cock.

“I love to see his dick splitting you wide open,” Tren murmured as he toyed with her breasts, “watching your petals embrace him as he takes you.”

She could only arch her neck and groan as Rell put one large hand beneath her buttocks, his superior strength easily lifting her to meet each thrust. Bursts of pleasure radiated from her sex and out into her body with each thrust, the fact that Tren was holding her down only adding to her arousal. Rell was letting out an almost constant growl, and she could feel him fighting the need to come, the burning torment of holding back his orgasm. But she didn’t want him to hold back, she wanted to come with him, now.

With this in mind, she tried to send her desire through the bond and into Rell.

She must have succeeded because his hips jerked harshly, and he let out a pained howl as his cock began to vibrate.

That was all she needed, and she tore free of Tren’s hold as she wrapped her arms around Rell’s neck, holding him as physically close as possible while her orgasm tore through her. It took her a long, long time to come back to Earth, and she found herself cuddled close to Rell, completely wrapped up in him. As she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent with their bodies still connected, she explored the link between them, surprised by how strong it was now.

She could feel his soul, and the amount of damage it had sustained from the destructive madness astonished her.

There was a hint of bleakness to his spirit, and she tried to follow it, to figure out the root.

He feared she would reject him. He’d almost given up hope, had almost given in to the madness, and she could still taste taint on his psychic signature.

Without thought, she sent him her love, her acceptance, and tried to fill those jagged cracks in his soul with her affection. It was hard, they were so wide that sometimes she felt like she was trying to fill the Grand Canyon with a coffee cup, but she managed to smooth over at least a few of the million fissures deep in his spirit. Eventually she’d just drifted in the warmth of his spirit, wore out but happy with her progress.

“Paige,” Tren murmured some time later. “You need to wake up.”

Snuggling deeper between the two men, she grunted, “No.”

Laughter came at her from both sides, luring her from the peaceful sleep she’d fallen into.

“Come on, lazy female, you must wake up.”

Pulling one of their arms over her face, she said, “No.”

“The Servant of the Lord of Life will be here soon. I am sorry to do this now, but it is important.”

That woke her up, and she bolted upright. “Wait, why did you contact a Servant?”

A chime sounded, and Rell launched himself from the bed. “He has arrived.”

“Put some pants on,” Paige hollered as he strode across the room.

Shaking his head, Rell did as she asked while Tren helped her out of the bed. Unfortunately, her clothing was shredded, but Tren found a large, kimono-like shirt made of glittering black and blue thread. It must have been Rell’s because the fabric smelled like him. The bottom of the shirt fell nearly to her feet, and when she wrapped the shirt around her and belted it, the outfit almost looked like a dress. There was nothing she could do for the rest of her no doubt freshly fucked appearance, but that wasn’t really a concern.

When she came out into the living room area, she was startled by the sight of a very old man with deep red skin and a white furry tail sticking out of the back of his gold robes along with tiny, golden horns growing out of his forehead.

“Well,” he said with a small smile as me met Paige’s gaze, “at least this one did not start screaming that I was the devil when she saw me.”

Blushing, Paige cleared her throat. “Forgive me. It’s nice to meet you, uh…what’s your name?”

“Please, call me Ommy.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Paige.”

“I am aware.” He nodded to Tren. “Commander Trenzent, an honor as always.”

Tren gave an odd bow that included placing his right fist to his left palm. “Servant. It is good to see you again.”

“And you.” Ommy moved gracefully over to one of the couches, his tail flicking out before he sat. “Please, we have much to discuss and not much time to do it in.”

Apprehensive, Paige sat on the opposite couch, then squeaked in surprise as Tren sat next to her and lifted her onto his lap then draped her legs over Rell when he sat next to them.

Worried that she was offending Ommy, he was a religious man after all, she only found him smiling happily at them. “Do not be worried, Earth bride, I am not offended by their public displays of affection.”

“I wasn’t—how did you know?”

He gave her a considering look, his tail swishing like a cat’s when it was contemplating leaping on something. “I have been a part of the Lord of Life’s representation on the Reaping ship since we first arrived on your planet. It is part of my duty as a recorder of history to see and understand both Earth culture and Earth brides. On your world I would be considered a sociologist, but that is not all that I am. I am also a man who has bonded tens of thousands of Kadothian couples, and I recognize a shy bride when I see one. We do not believe sexuality between loving adults is a sin or anything to be ashamed of. Rejoice in your love for these good Warriors, because they rejoice in your love for them.”

Knowing Ommy spoke the truth, she relaxed against Tren as Rell said, “Thank you for taking the time to see us.”

To her surprise, Ommy laughed, revealing sharp teeth. “As if I would miss the chance to do the bonding ceremony for either of you. It may have been over a thousand years ago, but I will never forget the night you two managed to kidnap me from my quarters, sneak me out of the military academy, and have me officiate your blood brother ceremony on the shores of a lake infested with
skagalions
.”

Tren and Rell both laughed, while the blond man gave Ommy a wink. “I do not remember it happening quite like that.”

“And we had already removed the
skagalions
earlier in the week,” Tren added.

Ommy smiled, but tilted his head and looked at Paige as he said in a quieter voice, “Do you know why I am here?”

“Um, no.”

“I thought not. Trenzent contacted me, asking if I would do your bonding ceremony—now.”

“Now, like right now?”

Rell added, “You will still have a public ceremony to mark your mating, but it will be a feast instead of your bonding ceremony. This is the tradition in the Cliffs of Goeth region for those who wish to have a private bonding. If we bond—”

She sat up in Tren’s lap, alarm going through her. “If? What do you mean if? I thought we agreed we were going to bond? We talked about it…didn’t we?”

Rell stared at her, then slowly smiled. “We did, but I was not sure if you were certain about your decision, and I did not want you to feel pressured.”

Wondering why the computer didn’t respond to say the bonding was noted like it had when she’d agreed to bond Tren, Paige said, “Computer, I, Paige Grant, agree to bond with Lord Rell Thantoh.”

When nothing happened, she frowned then glared at a laughing Tren. “Forgive me,
alyah
, but the computer will not respond to you right now. We have turned it off after the attack for privacy and security reasons.”

“Oh, right. I remember.”

Rell leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Tren stroked her hair, and she smiled up at him after Rell leaned back. “And you already know
you
own my heart as well.”

“As you own mine.”

“And you’re sure you want to bond with me right now?”

“I am positive. You are obviously healed enough to mate, and the need to complete our bond tears at me. You and Tren are my future, Paige, and I am ready to live it.”

She blinked back tears and said in a watery voice, “Okay.”

The men exchanged a smile that could only be described as amused before turning back to look at Paige.

They helped her to her feet then Tren held out one hand, Rell the other, and she took both so Rell was on her left, Tren her right. “Are you sure?”

“Fear not, little bride,” Ommy said with a smile as the walls around them changed to the image of a gigantic waterfall with a large silvery blue pool surrounded by plants in colors both odd and familiar. “Your bondmates are very sure.”

Two enormous female statues, nude but not defined, supported bowls as large as two football fields that appeared to be constantly pouring water into the pink lake below. Birds with enormous wingspans flew overhead, their feathers catching the golden sun with a metallic glint. Peach clouds laced with silver tumbled slowly overhead and when she took a deep breath, she found the air heavy with the scent of rich earth and flowers.

“Wow,” she whispered as Tren and Rell smiled down at her. “Where is this?”

“It is an ancient bonding site from a civilization long gone on Kadothia, in my territory,” Rell replied. “Tren and I decided not long after I won the territory to have our ceremony here if possible. I hope it meets with your approval.”

Finding herself overwhelmed, she had to blink back her tears. “I love it. I love you, both of you.”

Ommy had fallen silent, his fist pressed to his heart with his head titled back as he took deep, even breaths.

Energy seemed to gather around him, and she gasped as he appeared to faintly glow. Jaz and Casey had told her this would happen, that real magic was part of the bonding ceremony, but she’d thought they were exaggerating. They weren’t. There was no explanation in Paige’s mind for the sudden…
presence
that filled the room when Ommy opened his dark eyes and gazed at them with infinite love.

“Warriors, present your bride.”

According to Casey there were thousands of different ways to have a bonding ceremony, and Paige wasn’t sure which protocol they were going to follow. Probably not a very ridged one, considering she was wearing Rell’s shirt as her wedding dress. A giggle tried to bubble out of her, but she managed to suppress it. No matter what the culture, she was pretty sure brides weren’t supposed to hysterically laugh their way through their own wedding. Having no clue what to do, Paige followed Tren and Rell’s lead when they stepped forward, then went to their knees with their heads bowed.

She almost knelt as well, but Ommy’s gentle voice stopped her. “Bride of Rell and Trenzent, do you willingly take these men as your bondmates?”

“I—yes?”

“Is that a question?” Ommy asked in an amused voice, his wrinkles scrunching tight as he smiled. “Be at ease, bride. Do you love them?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish to spend the rest of your life with them?”

“I want to spend forever with them.”

“Are they worthy of you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you worthy of them?”

“I try to be.”

At that, Ommy nodded. “That is all we mere mortals can do. Rise, Warriors, you are worthy of your bride.”

Tren and Rell each took one of her hands, then each other’s, so they formed a triangle. Her gaze went between them, all their shields down and bonds wide open as she reveled in the addicting pleasure of their love for her, for each other. She smiled so hard her cheeks hurt as the ceremony began, and Ommy chanted in a language her translator didn’t understand.

It was lovely, and she gasped when Ommy held his hand over the center of the triangle they’d made with their bodies, tingles racing through her blood.