Bondmate (9 page)

 
Both men were naked inside of a minute, and
Avanelle’s body heated and tensed as she anticipated more attentions from them.
Confronted with the sight of two enormous cocks at the ready, mere days ago she
would have flinched and anticipated the worst. But now she reached for them,
only to be gently rebuffed.

“Let
us clean ourselves first,”
Mateen
said as he held out
his hand for her to rise from her coverings. “Our first joining shouldn’t be
marred with any trace of
Xyran
spoor.”

First
joining? Avanelle’s clit pulsed, and her pussy filled with melting heat,
growing wetter than she had been a moment before, as she contemplated just how
much she was anticipating accepting them into her body. Positions and
permutations played in her mind as she followed them to the shower. Bynton
nudged her under a warm stream of water as Mateen collected cleansers, and then
both men set about washing her from head to toe, kneading her scalp as they
soaped her hair, massaging
a citrus
-scented oil into
her skin, scrubbing her feet with a rough cloth. She felt thoroughly cosseted
by the time they attended to themselves in as businesslike manner as two large,
muscled men with straining cocks could.

Unable
to restrain herself any longer, she reached for the oil and drizzled some in
her palms before stepping close to them. They watched with hooded eyes as she
turned them to her satisfaction,
then
grasped a
bobbing cock in each hand. With slippery pulls she caressed their shafts,
rotating her hand as she reached the thick heads, her strokes identical for
each. They both tensed and leaned closer, Bynton giving her a soft groan of
encouragement. Mateen was silent, but his gaze never left her hand as it
gripped him. It seemed impossible, but they thickened even more under her
teasing touch.

All
she could hear was the dripping of warm water and the rough breathing of the
men she held in her thrall. Heat filled her, radiating from her core, filling
her breasts, aching in her pussy with every rapid beat of her heart. Everything
felt right. She stroked their slippery lengths, pulling to the ends and rubbing
her thumbs across the tips. They were so large, but she knew she could take
them. Mateen shifted and braced his hand on the wall as he panted. His muscles
bunched and tightened under his wet skin.

Bynton
reached out to his bondmate and gripped his shoulder. “Not here.”

Mateen
shook his head roughly and backed away from Avanelle, pulling himself free of
her hand as he shut off the water. He pushed open the barrier and led her out
of the cubicle. She could feel
Bynton’s
warm body
close behind hers as he rubbed her with a towel, not nearly as thoroughly as
he’d tended to her in the smaller craft after the battle. Her hair dripped with
moisture as they made their way to the bed, Mateen barely stroking his torso
and legs dry as he stared at her.

“How
do you…?” For all her longing, she wasn’t sure who took the initiative in such
an encounter. Three bodies in motion made it more complicated than her
overheated brain could manage.

“First
time is all of us together. It’s tradition.” Bynton ground out the words as he
sat on the bed, positioning himself so his legs hung off the edge. His reddish
cock sprang up, shiny with flavorful oil, and she had to force herself not to
drop to her knees and lick it. Mateen’s big hands found her shoulders, and he
spun her around so her back was to Bynton, then lifted her up so she straddled
him, her knees on the bed spread wide over
Bynton’s
hips. Mateen crowded close, his hard chest brushing her breasts, her nipples
tightening at the friction, his cock within reach of her hands again.

“Find
Bynton first.”

With
a shaking hand she reached back to capture the cock waiting between her legs.
Bynton gripped her hips as she lowered them, easing the head along the folds of
her thrumming pussy until it edged into her opening. Breathing hard at her
strained position and the idea of accommodating his girth, she glanced over her
shoulder at Bynton. He was staring down, clearly engrossed in his imminent
penetration of her. As his fingers clenched even tighter into the soft skin of
her hips, she pushed herself down, forcing his thick cockhead inside her body.
It almost hurt, and she tilted her hips to change the angle as Bynton growled.
Better, but still a strain. The walls of her sheath clenched,
then
relaxed as even more of her melted against his hard
invasion. She looked up at Mateen and knew the effort showed on her face
because he cupped his hand to her cheek as he wrapped his other arm around her
shoulder for support.

She
sucked in a strained breath, knowing she was almost there, splaying out her
thighs and allowing her knees to slide along the sheet as she took in the rest
of
Bynton’s
length. A loud cry erupted from her, both
at her accomplishment and the sensation stretching her aching channel. He moved
under her, and somehow the pressure both eased and increased. No pain, just
tremendous pleasure as he tilted her hips, one of his fingers tracing down to
her mound,
then
brushing against the top of her tight
clit. She blinked up at Mateen, ready for whatever came next.

Still
cupping her cheek, he stepped closer, lining his cock up with her mouth,
staring down at her with eyes that had darkened from gold to deepest amber. She
opened for him, and as he pressed the wide head against her lips, she slid her
tongue out against the underside of his hot shaft. He huffed out a breath, and
she wrapped a hand around the base, the hair curling along his groin tickling
her wrist. He tasted of the citrus she’d rubbed into him, with a salty tang she
knew was his essence.

A
bolt of heat lashed through her from her filled mouth to her swollen pussy as
both men eased back and entered her body in tandem. She could feel their heat
and strength, and she reveled in it even as she licked at Mateen and rocked her
hips against Bynton. Relaxing her jaw, she closed her eyes briefly as she drew
more of Mateen’s pulsing cock into her mouth, able to rest the head against the
back of her tongue before sliding it out with a noisy suck. He groaned and
narrowed his eyes at her as he pushed his hips forward, a clear request for her
to repeat her motions, so she did, saliva coating him and dribbling down her
chin.

It
was hard to concentrate on him when Bynton was gasping out her name as he
rocked her hips against him. She wondered if she should try to rise up to allow
him to push more vigorously, but he held her so tightly she knew she couldn’t
change position if she tried. Wet sounds of suction mingled with their harsh
breathing. Her body was hot, shaking with the movements of the two powerful men
inside her, and she relaxed, allowed the dual thrusting sensations to become
the center of her world. Somehow they coordinated their movements so she was
never thrown off their primal rhythm.

She
suckled Mateen’s cock, keen to bring him to climax, desperate to taste him. She
swallowed and squeezed her hand around the base of his shaft. Mateen shifted on
his feet, all the corded muscles she could see in his belly and chest
tightening, and he threw his head back with a grunt,
then
bellowed out a roar as he tensed and shook. Thick jets of cum hit the back of
her throat, and she pressed her lips around his pulsing cock, determined not to
lose a drop of him. He groaned and tilted his head back down to stare at her,
watch her as she stroked him with her tongue. Shoving his fingers in her wet
hair, he carefully pressed his palms to her cheeks as she gave him a final draw
before he pulled free. His cock was flushed red and shiny with her saliva, and
she knew her mouth looked the same.

Bynton
had held steady, circling his finger on her clit as Mateen climaxed, but now
continued his thrusts, vigorously enough that she was sliding off the edge of
the bed. Her pussy clenched around him with every movement, and she panted out
a soft cry to ease some of the tension swirling through her. He stopped
touching her pussy and used both hands to grip lower, digging his fingers into
her ass cheeks, and she nearly tipped forward. Instantly Mateen was on his
knees in front of her pulling her hands to his shoulders to brace her up. He
again cupped her face and watched her shake as she took in every thrust of his
bondmate. She was so close to orgasm it was an agony, so she dropped one hand
from Mateen’s broad, hard shoulder and slid it to her pussy, finding her
stretched lips, invaded by
Bynton’s
bolt-hard cock.
Everything she touched was hot and wet, and it was all she could do to keep a
fingertip on her clit as he moved her. His tempo became irregular as she felt
him tense, and then he was
spasming
and growling,
shouting out inarticulately as he came deep inside her.

Mateen
smiled and kissed her quickly, then held her up as Bynton ground out the last
of his release. She was still shuddering with pent-up need, breathing so hard
she thought she might faint. With a groan, Bynton quieted and ran his hands up
her sides, then sat up behind her, pressing his heaving chest to her back. His
mouth was on her neck, and he bit down, hard enough that she shook with the
pleasurable sting. His cock pulsed inside her, and she pressed wet fingers
against her firm clit.
Bynton’s
fingers soon joined
hers, and he arched back slightly, opening her legs to Mateen’s view as he
crouched in front of them. Hot sizzles began to spark along her nerves, and she
surrendered, her muscles twitching as an orgasm slammed through her. She lolled
back, supported by Bynton as everything in her tightened and released bliss.

She
disappeared into herself for a few moments, then came back to feel broad hands
stroking her trembling thighs.
Mateen
smiled up at
her, the most relaxed-looking she’d ever seen him.
Bynton’s
softening cock slid from her body, and she writhed in their hands, everything
so sensitized she could have sworn she sensed molecules of air on her skin.

Mateen
moved against her leg, and she looked down at him nuzzling along her inner
thigh. His long hair tickled her, and she shivered as his mouth latched on just
below the juncture of her thigh and her pussy. A pinprick of pain brought her
out of her haze, and she moved her leg away to find two small holes marring her
skin.

“What
did you do?”

Mateen
looked up, his lips parting, and she saw two sharp fangs protruding. He ran his
tongue across them, and they slid back. She should have been frightened, should
have tensed and tried to flee such a sight, but she was merely curious,
accepting of what they needed from her.

“We
should have warned you,”
Mateen
said as he stroked
his thumb across the mark he’d made on her thigh.

“Apologies,
Avanelle. We differ from human males in this as well.”
Byn
spoke up from behind her and touched her neck. She realized he’d bitten her
there moments before.
Why?
“It’s
another way our bodies respond to bonding. Our
tesak
,
ah, fangs descend to gather some of your essence.”

“My blood?”

“A small amount.
You are welcome
to bite us in return.”
Bynton’s
voice held a hint of
a laugh.

“Maybe
later,”
Avanelle
whispered, still too overwhelmed by
her physical reactions to care all that much. Each spot where they’d bitten
throbbed pleasantly, tingling like a tiny orgasm had bloomed there.

With
gentle movements, Mateen helped her stand,
then
positioned her on the bed next to a clearly sated Bynton, who curled a strong
arm over her belly. Mateen went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet
cloth. He spread her legs again, cleaning her with slow, soft strokes. By then
Bynton was moving, urging her further up on the bed where he pulled her to his
side, pushing the wet hair out of her face and off her shoulders.

He
whispered her name and kissed her for the first time. Just as she relaxed into
him, Mateen rolled in to press against her back, his skin hot over hard
muscles. They breathed together for a moment. She wondered if they were
savoring the experience as much as she was. It had gone beyond sex, beyond
kink, into something primal, like some code in her DNA suddenly activated. She
felt like she might be levitating.

Mateen
kissed her shoulder, and she twisted her head to look at him. He stroked his
fingertips along her arm. “That was not too uncomfortable for you, was it? When
Byn
and I looked over the possible configurations, it
seemed that was best suited to our desires.”

“You
have a catalog of sex positions?”

“We
do. We’ve studied it, and human female physiology, in preparation for this
moment. I hope we pleased you this first time. I’m sure with practice we will
become much more skilled.”

Avanelle’s
mind whirled as Mateen again kissed her shoulder, then her neck where
Bynton
had bitten her. Bynton stroked her breasts,
then
pressed a fingertip to her punctured thigh. “Was this
your first time?”

“Of
course,”
Mateen
rumbled, his hand now measuring her
hip.