Claiming Their Maiden (9 page)

her shy entrance. He pushed one digit inside, past her tightness. The intrusion burned, and she

squirmed in place, suddenly short of breath.

“You were a very naughty girl.” He shoved deeper.

Amelia closed her eyes tight and clutched the covers for support. Her hands curled into

fists and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Or begging. She wished to please Trent

and accept this unusual brand of punishment. He’d asked her to be his good girl, and that’s

exactly what she wanted to be. Oh, but it hurt. How could one finger cause so much discomfort?

It burned, it filled her up, and it called up her desire at the same time. Frustrated, she fought the

urge to clamp her thighs together to relieve the building ache.

“You’re tight, girl.” He increased the pace of his thrusts, and more cool liquid was

trickled down her crevice and pushed into her hole, paving the way for him to plunge in and out

even faster. And deeper. “Are you going to be good from now on? Or will you require more

lessons like this?”

“Oh! I’ll be good. I don’t want any more lessons like this. Ever.”

An especially deep thrust caused her to clench down on his finger and close her legs

slightly.

“Spread again,” he commanded. “Good. Now keep still or I’ll add a second finger,

Amelia. You don’t want that, do you?”

“N-no,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

He continued driving his finger in and out at a rapid pace, occasionally surprising her

with a sudden, deep thrust that had her gasping and involuntarily clenching down. Though it was

difficult, she kept her feet planted on the floor, and tears of shame soon prickled in her eyes. As

embarrassing and uncomfortable as this punishment was though, she knew it wasn’t nearly as

bad as the cane. Even as she tried to endure his relentless finger, gratitude bloomed inside her

and spread outward, calming her nerves and chasing her fear away. She trusted Trent not to hurt

her.

When he finally withdrew from her ass, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. She

stood up and turned to face him, and her insides fluttered with excitement to see desire heating

his gaze.

He nodded at the bed. “Lay down on your back, Amelia. We’re not finished here.”

“But…but…” She stared up at him, uncertainty sweeping over her. Surely her

punishment was over. She’d stood bent over the bed for what seemed like hours.

“I want a better look at your pussy.” He paused and raised an eyebrow. “And I want to

make sure you never think of escape again.”

She reached back and covered her bottom, wincing as she placed her hands over her sore

cheeks. “Please, no more. I’ve learned my lesson. Really, I have.”

Impatience flashed in his eyes, and his nostrils flared. The tension between them rose

with each passing second as she remained frozen in place, her hands still cupping her bottom as

if this action alone would prevent him from continuing with her chastisement. Amelia gulped,

her mouth suddenly dry.

“I expect you to listen when I give an order. I’ll give you one more chance.”

Or what?
lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she smartly kept quiet. She also smartly

uncovered her bottom and lay down on the bed, scooting back until she was in the center of the

mattress.

“Good. Now hug your legs to your chest.” He sank down on the bed below her, staring

directly at her center.

Amelia obeyed, and she found this position even more humiliating than the first one. Her

pussy was on full display, as well as her asshole, and he was making eye contact with her. Since

she had to hug her legs to her chest, she couldn’t bury her face in her hands. There was no

hiding.

She had no choice but to watch as he applied more of the cool liquid and pumped one

thick finger into her snug entrance once more.

“You will never try to escape again, Amelia. I’m your mate. Gavin’s your mate. We can

sense you, and we’d find you soon enough.” His gaze darkened and he drove into her ass faster.

“I’d be furious with you if you tried to run away again. You don’t want to see me furious.”

The cool air drifted against her feminine core, reminding her that her swollen pussy was

directly in his view. Even worse, his eyes twinkled with devilment. He was enjoying this

punishment far too much, and the huge bulge in his pants confirmed it.

“Gavin spanked your pussy, didn’t he?” Trent asked.

“Yes,” she admitted, in an almost whisper.

His finger kept going, kept pushing in and drawing out partially, only to shove straight

back into her tightness. “Why did he spank your pussy? Did you touch yourself without

permission?”

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue wouldn’t work. She

nodded, hoping he didn’t press the issue further. She’d only touched herself in front of Gavin

because he’d practically dared her, but her mind was turning to mush and she couldn’t find the

words to explain what had really happened.

The finger in her ass stilled, and Gavin reached to cup her pussy with his free hand.

“Your lips are wet, Amelia. Glistening.”

She’d suspected as much, but she’d hoped the moisture would stay hidden inside her

intimate folds. She’d had no such luck. Pulsing waves of heat rolled over her as Trent pressed the

heel of his hand to her clit, rubbing her throbbing nub. A moan left her, and her breathing

became heavier. The urge to rock her hips and increase the pressure of his hand on her pussy was

almost too much to bear.

Every little sensation below her waist drove her mad. The fullness of Trent’s finger deep

in her ass. The teasing rubs to her clit. The pressure. So much pressure.

His hand left her and she whined, pleading with her eyes to be touched again.

Smack! His flattened fingers came down on her pussy lips. At the moment of impact, she

clenched around his thick finger, reigniting the burn in her ass. She hugged her legs tighter,

knowing to move out of position would only make this worse. Perhaps if she was a good girl,

he’d end this quickly. Again, his hand came down, the sound of the wet slap ringing out in the

room. He gave her a dozen more light smacks, just enough to sting her already sore pussy lips

and make her clench down on his finger.

Relief filled her as he withdrew slowly from her asshole and announced that her

punishment was over. He comforted her then, gathering her up in his arms and holding her tight

until her breathing returned to normal. She felt the bond between them, strong and magnetic, and

she marveled at the sense of peace this bond surrounded her with.

Later, Trent guided her through the castle as promised. They visited the kitchen first,

followed by the massive dining hall. At least a hundred River Men lived in the castle, and Trent

greeted all they passed by name. To Amelia’s delight, a few of them even spoke her tongue.

“I think you’ll have to draw me a map of this place,” she joked as Trent led her down yet

another corridor lined with doors, bedrooms, and storage rooms.

They walked through the gardens outside and left the castle walls, following a path that

twisted through the tall trees. Trent showed her a few houses that were occupied by Banded Men,

large stone structures that looked like miniature castles. He introduced her to a few of the

Banded, all with light coloring that matched Trent. Of course their brothers were asleep, just like

Gavin.

She was exhausted from the long walk through the mountainside, and by the time she

returned to the castle she was ready for bed. Trent gave her a gentle kiss and left her in the

capable hands of the servant girls. After a light dinner and a relaxing bath, she donned a

nightdress and crawled into bed. Her eyes were heavy, but she missed Gavin and hoped he

visited her soon.

The creak of the door opening drew her attention, and she smiled when her mate, the one

of the night, entered the room. He didn’t return her smile, and instead fixed a dark, predatory

stare in her direction. Her pulse increased and she squirmed, knowing he’d soon be in the bed

with her, loving her and taking her roughly.

Gavin took a few steps toward her, and she puzzled over why he hadn’t closed the door.

She started to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat when Trent walked in and shut the

door behind him, wearing the same predatory look Gavin wore.

The two brothers stood beside one another, gazing down at her with dark intent sparkling

in their eyes.

This was it. They were going to share her.

Gavin watched as understanding dawned on Amelia. She paled and brought the covers up

to her neck. Even though he’d been reluctant to share her, he’d given Trent’s idea more thought

and decided taking her together would strengthen the bonds between them. Of course, this wasn’t

Gavin’s only reason for wanting to share Amelia. The idea of taking her together heated his

desires and left him rock hard.

She was a sweet girl, but she was stubborn and proud. She hadn’t been eager to mate with

either of them initially, and he suspected the newness of being with a man had contributed to her

hesitance. Accommodating two men at once was new to her, and naturally she would argue and

try to get out of it.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Amelia asked Trent. The covers were up to her nose, and her

knuckles had turned white, so strong was her grip.

“I think you know why, Amelia,” Trent said, taking his shirt off. He threw it on the floor

and prowled closer to the bed.

Gavin sighed and lost his shirt as well.

“Take your nightdress off, girl.”

“No.” She shook her head, eyes wide and pleading. Her fists uncurled and her hands

trembled, and the covers slipped out of her failing grip. Her full lips called to Gavin, and he

anticipated pushing his cock into her mouth, and shoving to the back of her throat while she

peered up at him with those wide, pretty green eyes.

Trent crossed his arms over his chest. “One more time. Take your nightdress off. If you

don’t, we’ll start this evening out with a punishment.”

Her face fell at the mention of punishment, and Gavin interjected with a gentler approach.

“Sweetling, I want you to get undressed.” He circled the bed and slowly pulled the cover away.

Her nightdress was bunched around her waist, her slender legs bent slightly at the knees. “Hand

me your clothing.”

Wavering in indecision, she reached for the hem of the nightdress and took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes and drew the garment over her head. Gavin was pleased to see she wasn’t

wearing drawers, and he accepted the nightdress, tossing it on the floor. She pulled her knees up

higher, hugging them to her chest as she stared down at the covers.

Gavin and Trent exchanged a look, nodding at each other before stripping out of their

own clothing. They crawled into the bed on either side of her, and Gavin felt her body trembling

as if cold. Stroking her arm, he leaned closer to whisper encouragement into her ear, speaking so

low he doubted Trent heard. He felt her soften beside him, and he took advantage of her relaxing

to part her thighs. A soft sigh floated up from her. Trent took position between her legs, trailing

kisses up her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to her hot center. Her breathing increased the

closer he got, and she began squirming and lifting her hips in a silent plea to be touched.

“Oh!” Her head fell back the moment Trent’s tongue darted out to lap at her folds, licking

in slow circles around her clit. Gavin supported her body while she writhed and vocalized her

pleasure, moving her hips against Trent’s mouth. Her nipples hardened, and Gavin reached to

pinch and roll one of the stiff peaks between his fingers. Her response was electrifying, and her

hips rocked faster, the lines on her face drawn in concentration.

Of course Trent, bastard that he was, pulled away from her center before she found her

precious release. She gave a frustrated whine and spread her legs wider, arching her glistening

pussy toward a smiling Trent. Gavin’s cock hardened further at the sight of her swollen clit

protruding from between her lips.

Now was the time to take her. To fill her up with both of their cocks. She was needy,

desperate for her release. Gavin exchanged another look with Trent, and they flipped Amelia

over on her stomach, then forced her up on her hands and knees. She glanced up, wide-eyed and

panting. Locks of silky brown hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back, and Trent

fisted his hand in her hair as he took position behind her. Likewise, Gavin took position at her

mouth. Trent released his hold on her hair, and Gavin cupped her face, aiming his cock for her

lips.

They entered her at the same moment, and she moaned around Gavin’s length, and the

vibrations raced down his thighs and caused his balls to tighten. Trent began to fuck her first,