Tameable (Warrior Masters) (8 page)

“Who are we to question the wis
dom of a Trian female, Roman?” he asked in a serious manner.  “As males we are bound by their wisdom, knowledge and psychic power.  Amanda overrules us in this alone.  We must listen to her.”

I felt a small degree of relief at Julian’s wo
rds.  Roman hadn’t said a word.  The silence was heavy and making me hold my breath.  I shifted my sore spanked diapered bottom against his pelvis as Julian continued to caress my shoulder.  Roman was hard.  My ache to be taken pulsed once more, making me writhe against him.

At the same time my breasts swelled and pushed against Julian’s chest, their peaks hardening and pointing at him accusingly, aching for his possessive touch.

“We should at least consider the possibility,” he finished softly, sliding his hand over the curve of my hip.

Julian
slipped his hands up the front of the shift and cupped my breasts.  Firmly he rubbed his thumbs over the small teats begging for his attention.

Roman’s hand moved to
unfasten the dry diaper and let it fall to the ground.  He stroked my sore swollen rump.

Julian birthed a screech from my mouth when he pulled my nipples hard.  Although painful the action was primal and pleasurable.  I felt my body begin to melt between the two men unabashed.  I was completely in their power and they made damn sure I knew it with their possessive handling of my naked body.

Julian moved his hand to my pussy and cupped it, the same time as Roman slipped two fingers in the crease of my buttocks.  I gasped as he stroked its length and circled the tight puckered opening in my bottom.  I wanted him to thrust inside me there, take and claim the entrance for his own.  Julian caught my lips probing his tongue deep inside my mouth strongly dominating me.  At the same time Roman’s lips brushed my back.  He pulled the shift up and over my head.  I was consumed by need for both of them.

“Unfortunately, Amanda
, until the conversion takes place, we are not allowed to penetrate you with our penises or mark you with our bite.  That honour is part of the bonding process,” Roman told me in a voice dark with desire, stroking his fingers the length of my spine.

“But it doesn’t stop us finding other ways to pleasure you until we can fully claim you as our own.  There are many ways to take you,” Julian smiled against my lips the moment he slipped his middle digit up in to my saturated channel.  I moaned feeling my ache ease a little with his deep penetration.  Roman’s finger hovered and stroked the tight hole between my buttocks building my lust to boiling point.

“The conversion makes a Trian female aroused signalling her need to be claimed.  Let’s get her on the bed where we indulge ourselves with her and prepare our baby for the change,” Roman suggested cupping one of my sore buttocks with firm possession.

“I agree,” Julian replied removing his finger from inside me before lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Within seconds, I was being made to kneel on the black silk-sheeted bed.  I was becoming more feverish by the second.  Both men removed the top half of their clothing.  This time Roman was to capture my lips.  I felt him in my mind searching out the pain and my anxieties.

I heard him whisper in my mind.

“Hush, you are nearing conversion and daddy is going to do all he can to take away the pain,” he soothed with gentle amusement.

A warm calm sensation filled my mind.  Julian had joined him and they were calming my agony and fear as much as they could.  I forgot about
the violent man calling to me in my mind.

Roman’s naked muscled chest pushed firmly against my breasts.  Julian’s was to push against my back.  His hands steadied my waist in a tight grip as Roman bent his head to feed one of my nipples in to his mouth.  With his teeth he scraped, tugged, pulled, sucked and sharply nipped until I believed he might actually draw milk from my breast.  The action had me panting and gasping for breath.

My head fell backwards against Julian.  His lips were against my neck sucking as Roman had done earlier that evening.  Pain sparked and flared both in my breast and in my neck.  I moved restlessly but both men were to hold me fast.

“We must brand you as our own
in the claiming but for now we can give you a small mark to attempt to warn the others off.  A sucking bite will help until we can brand you properly,” Roman’s tone was unforgiving, factual and edged with cruelness.  They had planned this only moments ago communicating telepathically.  Although I had not been a part of this conversation I just knew they had.

  Roman growled with the feral sound of an animal, a wolf at my breast when I struggled
unsure.  He held my arms fast.  “I am first to place my mark upon you.  You must bear it.  With the small pain comes pleasure.  We will have you safe.  This will help to keep some of the predators who seek to harm you and take you away from us at bay.  You will bear it if I have to hold you down and whip your ass with my riding crop.  I will have you mastered by us both.  Your life depends on it.”

His strength was formidable and Julian’s grip on my waist like a vice as he sucked the surface of my skin
on top of my breast and scraped it with his teeth.  The burning sensation that accompanied the marking seared in to my flesh producing an unexpected rush of milky wetness in my pussy and a stab of uncontrollable pleasure that nearly sent me over the edge in to orgasm.  Yet I screamed with pain.  Roman removed his mouth and kissed my shoulder, his mark of my flesh complete.

“Your turn, Julian. 
God it’s so intense, she’s nearly over the edge with it.”  He kissed my neck as if to soothe the pain. 

“
I sense two other predator challengers in your mind trying to establish a bond.  The mark will deter them unlike our Saipiean friend.  Two marks will confuse them."

As Roman bent and placed his mouth on one of the burning bare cheeks of my bottom, Roman
thrust two fingers hard and fast in to my vagina.  I gasped and bucked.  Both of my masters held me tighter and firmly in place.  I did not know where to shift my senses, to the aching pain befalling my buttock or the delicious penetrating thrust of Romans fingers stroking my G-spot with expert precision.  Cries of pain mingled with the restless whimpers of overwhelming passion ensued as Julian finished his mark.

The burning
small sucking bite flared and another rush of juice flooded my pussy swamping Roman’s fingers.  The beginnings of an intense shuddering orgasm flicked at the entrance of my womb.  It was stronger than any pleasure I had felt before reaching deeply in to my body in a place it had never shook before near my cervix.  Roman was to expertly stoke it with his fingers, stroking my G-spot.  My sex felt as though it would burst as it birthed my orgasm.  I screamed afraid of its power and consummation of my body.  It was unnatural, alien in its strength.  My pussy was hot, sizzling, its juice boiling as I began to pump my vagina up and down on Roman’s fingers like a woman possessed.  Julian sucked on my shoulder moving with me, his fingers caressing the crease between my buttocks.  I couldn’t breathe as my body screamed its release of pleasure.

M
y body slumped between them.  But it appeared they were not finished with me.  Even with my deep release I felt the stirrings of passion once more as Julian startled me by lifting me up under his arm to lower me astride Roman lying on the bed, his mouth directly below my wet pussy and thighs.

“That was hot, baby,” Roman grinned.  “You almost passed out.  We were in your mind and we could feel the intense pleasure.  Expect stronger when we
bite to brand you to establish the bond.  Hybrids experience sex in a powerful way.”

Julian was behind me running his hands over my buttocks.

“We spanked you well.  You have a beautiful crimson blush to your bottom.  It’s a real turn on, honey.”

He opened my buttocks wide making me cry out in embarrassed surprise.  He examined me closely, intimately.

“I bet no man has been inside you this way.  Time for a change,” he told me softly, smoothing his thumb over the dark entrance almost in unison with Roman flicking his tongue over my swollen clit.  Roman teased the small protruding bud in and out of his mouth with his teeth, nipping and sucking as he held my hips tightly in place.  Desire began to build once more.  I moaned and purred like a sleek feline being mated and bred.

When Julian’s lips caressed the tight virgin entrance in the crease of my bottom I bucked to move away, shocked he would even want to kiss me there.  He gave my buttocks two sharp painful slaps and brought me back to heel.

“Stay still, honey or I am going to have to show you a little more discipline.  You are going to have to get used to thinking of Roman and as I more than your mates but also your masters.”

As if to emphasise his brother’s ruling, Roman murmured his approval against my clit and then removed his mouth to slap my vagina, once, twice, thrice.  I jumped in response and cried out when Julian delivered another two firm strikes to my bare bottom.  Desire pooled and flooded my sex once more taking the burning sting out the pain.

“Good girl, baby.  Stay still and let us take you again,” Roman instructed taking possession of my clit between his teeth.  Julian bent his lips to my anus and slipped the tip of his tongue inside.  Roman reached up with his fingers to spear them in to my pussy with a hard thrust and I was writhing like a harlot.  My orgasm was to come quick and deep.  Both men rode me with their tongues spiralling my tormented pleasure to a crescendo until I collapsed on Roman, panting for air and rest.

The moment my pleasure ceased, a stabbing pain erupted in my temples. 
I began to feel sick. 

.  Darkness was creeping in to the corners of my eyes.

“Is this it?” I whispered to Julian as he diapered me and put the shift back on.

“
Yes, honey, you are reaching the peak.  Your heart will stop for a few minutes to convert like the other organs and then will restart.”

“I’m frightened.”

“Don’t be.  We will be here,” Julian told me.

They both sat on either side of me on the bed stroking and caressing my hair.

“We will be waiting for you to awaken, Amanda.  Relax, baby, it will be all over soon,” Roman joined Julian.  He kissed my head.

“Take care of my daughter if I don’t awaken, please,” I would have cried with the terrible sadness that was engulfing me but I had no energy left.  I was
dying, losing who I used to be.  I prayed I would make the change so I didn’t have to lose those I loved.”

The darkness covered my vision and I slumped dead in Julian’s arms.

I awoke suddenly as if I had been in a long deep sleep and not the slumber of death - just as Roman and Julian had told me.  Everything was calm and quiet around me.  It was evening,
which left me feeling a little disorientated.  It had been evening when I’d succumbed to my fate.  How long had I been out?  Hours?  Days?  It was no matter.  I felt content, peaceful under the duvet.  Candlelight with a hint of lavender flickered around the room.  I glanced either side and found Roman sitting in a chair, watching me intently.  He smiled gently.

“Welcome back, Amanda.  How are you feeling?” he asked me softly.

“Strangely calm and relaxed.  I don’t feel sick or ill anymore.  How long have I been asleep?”

“A day and a half
, technically.” I turned to see Julian get up from his chair on the other side of the bed where he had been keeping a vigil over me with Roman.  He stood up and leant over me.  Roman came to sit on the other side of the bed beside me.  Julian continued,  “You became semi-conscious after your heart restarted but Hybrids are never really aware they have resurfaced from the change at this point.”

Roman picked up my hand and clasped it between his own before raising it to his lips to plant a kiss upon it. 

“Everything is going to be fine, baby.  We have it all under control.”  There was a hint of warning and deceit in his voice.  My mind suddenly became alert.  My eyes darted to something glinting placed at the side of his bed.  It was his sword.  The emerald jewel in its top was sparkling in the candlelight. 
With an anxious gasp, I sat up, pushing Julian’s caressing hand away from me.  I looked straight at his chair.  Sure enough another emerald encrusted sword stood propped against it.  But this time there was blood along its sheath.

“
What...  what happened?  Who did you kill?” I demanded.  “And why?  Is my daughter all right?”

I tried to get up but was firmly stopped from moving by both men.

“Relax and stay put, honey.  During your conversion, two other Trian hybrids came to challenge us for your hand.  It is part of our tradition and heritage to fight a challenge to our mate’s hand.  We had to fight them to the death,” I stared at him open mouthed at his matter of a fact attitude and the sparkle of triumph in both of their eyes that they had won the challenge and the prize, me.  I didn’t know whether to be flattered or horrified.

“Unfortunately, the worst is yet to come,” Julian
continued.  “The Saipiean is coming with a small army to take you from us.”

I stared at them.  I had started a war.

“My daughter?” I stuttered before answering them.

“She is safe.  Men have been sent to guard her discreetly at her father’s home
by the Trian council.  We thought about sending you away...  ”

Relief flooded my veins then new anxiety that I would be separated from my mates rose hotly.

“I want to be with you.  Please don’t send me away,” I almost begged tears gathering in my eyes.

“Good.  We don’t want you anywhere else either,” Roman said.

“I want you where I can see you,” Julian said firmly.  “Now relax but I am warning you, honey.  You don’t do as you are told when we tell you and you will be over my knee for another hard bare bottom spanking before you can blink and this time I will paddle your sexy plump ass with a wooden spoon.”

I looked at him shocked not doubting for one moment he wouldn’t do it.

“Yes, yes.  I promise I will do as I am told.  Just don’t send me away.  I couldn’t bear being parted from you both,” I couldn’t help myself.  The thought of being kept from them, their love and warm protection made me feel lonely and heartbroken.  It seemed extreme but then I wasn’t just human anymore. 

Julian hushed me and held me to soften the blow of his words but he did not take them back or gentle his verbal threat.  Trying to recover, I wiped at my eyes and sniffed back my tears.

I nodded still lost in my thoughts.  The fear of being torn from Roman and Julian now or in the future continued to fill me with dread and sadness.  I never wanted to be parted from them ever again.  They were part of me now and I was part of them.  We had to stick together and face whatever was coming together.  I didn’t want it any other way.  I loved them both.  I could feel it surge with strength within me so much so it brought sudden tears to my eyes.

Roman and Julian sat down on the bed again, touching, caressing my face and arms to soothe me, desperate to find out what was causing me such distress.  I was reluctant to confess my feelings but I could feel them probing inside my mind when I would not answer them.  Slowly both of them smiled at me lovingly.

“You are going to have to get used to the fact that you can’t hide anything from us,” Julian soothed.  “We have learnt a lot about you being in your mind these last few days.  We were still unhappy and wary when you informed us we both were your mates and not one of us.  It was difficult to swallow.  We had planned to go our separate ways on finding a mate something we are unable to do in anything else as twins,” he said wistfully.

“But we have to face facts. Fate has decreed for all three
of us to be together,” Roman smiled and brushed my cheek with a kiss.

When he spoke to me next, his voice was a smooth velvet caressing whisper that softened and melted every bone and fibre in my body to his will.  “So, my love
, we are bound to you forever as your soul mates and your protectors.  We both love you deeply and are eternally yours.  We live for hundreds of years, honey, and there is no escape from marriage.”

My mates encouraged me to sleep and rest after another feed. 
I slept soundly for a while but my pleasant dreams became scenes of fighting.  I could see my mates, Hadyn and other Trian knights fighting at the entrance to the cul-de-sac in the dark.  It was snowing heavily again.  I could hear the roar of battle and the clashing of heavy swords.  All of the warriors were dressed in suits and long black coats as though it was some crazy uniform for the army.  Haydn was there and the men I had met the other night.  There was no woman in sight.  I could feel they were being kept under guard in another upstairs room in the house in which I slept.  There was a warrior by my door, one outside and another five surrounding the house.  The place was locked down too tight for any woman to even try to get out and any foe attempting to get in.

But I had to get to Roman and Julian.  They were in danger.
I couldn’t lose them.  No Saipiean was going to deny me the pleasure and love of my real mates for the sake of tradition.  My mates were strong in my mind and desperately compelling me to sleep but I reminded myself that as a female Trian my strength and power were in my mental capabilities.  In this regard I was stronger than they were.  So they could stuff their attempts at compulsion I was going to Roman and Julian’s aid.

I woke with a start.  Immediately I jumped up and dressed
back in my jeans lying on one of the chairs, discarding the diaper.  I was tired and my body felt languid and weak but I was determined it would not stop me from my own warrior quest.  Tapping my finger against my thigh in agitation I considered an escape plan.  Pain suddenly exploded in my head.  The Saipiean was forcing his way in to my mind pushing at the boundary we had created to keep him out.  His aim was to cause me as much pain as he could so I would kneel before him in supplication, desperate for him to stop it and become my one and only mate.  Then he would remove Roman and Julian’s heads.

Glancing up at the t
wo large and long Georgian windows I knew what I had to do and I had to hurry up.  Roman already knew what I was up to and was clearly alerting the warrior outside my room to act and keep me a prisoner of safety.  As the door to my bedroom swung open wide I raised my hands and used the force of my mind to blow out one of the windows.

Before the handsome
warrior knight could reach me, I crawled out of the window shaking.  I couldn’t help wondering why all the warriors were so good looking.  Must be something in the DNA. The warrior knight reached out to catch me by the collar and without thinking I moved away from him quickly.  Too quickly.  I found myself falling through the air, through the falling snow, and clattering down the steep Georgian front of the building with nothing to buffer my landing.

Terror ripped through me.  I was falling a
nd although newly formed Trian instinct fought hard to right my fall and help me land on my feet unharmed, I was too weak from the conversion process to manage the feat correctly.  I was about to hit the ground hard.  I shut my eyes waiting for the blow but I landed heavily in someone’s arms.  Julian caught me easily.

“We are going to have words about this later, Amanda,” he warn
ed me with his redden eyes which I now knew occurred when the men fought.  I couldn’t help think how sexy his fierce appearance made him look.  I was going to be over his knee getting paddled for sure when this was over.  I felt my bottom burn in anticipation in his arms.  Julian put me down quickly and swung me behind him.  With one arm outstretched to restrain me behind him for protection he raised his sword to defend me. 

Roman
was engaged in fighting the Saipiean I saw in my mind.  He was even more frightening in the flesh.  His dark crazed eyes sought me out and then spurred his anger and fight, beating down Roman.  The other knights as well as Hadyn were clashing swords with the small Saipiean army

A Saipiean foe
grabbed hold of Julian’s sword, knocking him in to the neatly cut hedge around Haydn and Christina’s driveway.  The whole scene was preposterous.  It was as though a vicious street war was being fought in a quiet sleepy neighbourhood on a posh estate.  It all seemed out of place yet it was happening for real and people were being viciously hurt.   I was beginning to understand the weight of a Trian woman’s power to feel.  The pain and anxiety the knights felt in fighting their foes sank upon me in unison.

The Trian
warriors were desperate to protect all of the women in the street.  They had undergone many battles to protect their female counterparts and were dismayed there were so little of them to take as a mate.  Now I understood why Roman and Julian were so aggressively protective of me.  But I had to help.  It was not in my nature to stand by and watch people suffer without doing anything.  I knew the other women felt the same way.  I could feel it but they were heavily guarded and could not escape their protectors.

Julian and the Saipiean began to fight.  He
gave me a sharp shove in the stomach to push me back and away from the danger.  The push was so hard I fell with a hard crunch in to the snow.  Scrabbling to my feet behind the two men, I searched out Roman again. 

He was
fervently pulling at the Saipieans hands that were wound tight around his throat and neck as if to strangle him.  The Saipiean began to pull upwards, preparing to lift my mate’s head clean from his shoulders and kill him.   I now knew that there was no other effective method of killing our kind but removing our heads.  We died after hundreds of years and never grew old.

My fear and anger were so acute I found myself taking action without further hesitation.  I did not know of the true identity and
nature of my powers as a Trian woman but instinct was to help me discover them with speed.

I built a ball of energy inside my body.  I began its creation from my power centre located just above my diaphragm and allowed it to course through my body and in to my mind.  With determined force I sent it spinning outside of my body and out towards the
enemy attempting to kill my mate in their duel.  It punched the Saipiean hard in the stomach.  With surprise I watched him let go of Roman’s neck and lift up in to the air and backwards on to the road with a hard thud.  Julian was struggling to recover, dazed by the Saipiean attack.  Confident I rushed between the men towards Julian’s dropped sword and picked it up.  I could barely hold it, it was so heavy.  I could feel its ancient power surging through me when I did.  Its energy was immense

The Saipiean
entered my mind with force sending rivulets of intense pain.  I cried hot tears but it did not stop me.  He shared his cruel thoughts with me and what he intended to do to my daughter and myself.  He would kill my mates, rape me, take my daughter and make sure both of our lives were to be in painful servitude to him.  I was shaken to the core with anger to protect my mates, my daughter, our people and myself.  I struck out at the Saipiean before he stood with the sword, slicing into his flesh with vicious blows.  I had never hurt anyone physically in my life and I found the action abhorrent but this was for the right of survival and to protect those I loved.  At that moment I was capable of killing.

Knowing
, the only way to kill the Saipiean was also to remove his head, I began to aim it in that direction. But he was getting up to challenge me despite his injuries and I found I my newly converted body was too tired to muster another burst of energy.  The Saipiean caught my ankle and I was going down just as I caught him in the shoulder with the tip of my blade.

I hit the ground, the bloody sword sinking in to the snow besi
de me out of my hand.  The Saipiean was up on his knees.  He held me down by the shoulders and loomed over my face, baring his vicious teeth.  He began to rip at my shirt.  He communicated his thoughts to me via his mind.  He meant to rape me while the others battled and could not come to my rescue but my mates would witness my rape before their deaths.  I had made it easy for him.  Then he would find my daughter.  I was to be his for an eternity.  Fear threatened to overwhelm me in a panic.  I struggled as much as I could unwilling to accept my cruel fate and that of my daughter’s.