Warrior's Wife (14 page)

Her body was already softening and tightening to welcome a lover. She wanted to fuck Marcus and Gideon participating made her nervous and more excited. What had happened to her? She wasn’t a wild woman. Except for now. Maybe. This couldn’t be right. Good girls didn’t share sex with two men at the same time. Confusion about what she wanted and even who she was caused heat to streak up from her chest, staining her neck and face with doubt and shame.

Marcus guided her left leg up and over his shoulder. He rinsed the washcloth, twisted it in a fat roll, squeezing it nearly dry and tugged the towel she hadn’t even noticed beneath her. Then he winked at her and swabbed through her slit with embarrassing thoroughness from her clit to her perineum.

After a couple more rinse and repeats, he leaned in and traced the same journey with his tongue. She whimpered and jerked, wanting more of his hot mouth and got nowhere because Gideon held her bottom perfectly still in an unbreakable grip.

Marcus blew a tuneless whistle across her aroused sex and pulled back. “You are fucking delicious, gorgeous.”

Gideon worked the cool gel over and around her anus, teasing the small portal. At the same time, Marcus circled her core with a thick digit and rested his rough thumb against her swollen clit. He kept the pressure firm enough to keep her constantly on edge, but too light to bring her satisfaction. The mechs kept up the dual torture until she wanted to scream.

Desperation pushed her past guilty doubts. She parted her lips to tell one, or better yet both of them, to fuck her. Marcus covered her mouth with his and kissed the words right off her tongue. His kiss went from seductive to demanding in nothing flat. When he pulled back with a nip on her bottom lip, she didn’t remember what she’d wanted to say. She barely remembered her name.

“You’ve always wondered how it would feel to be taken by two men.” Gideon’s words were a sexy rumble against her ear.

Imagining such an invasion and actually experiencing it were very different. She tried to work up a reproving frown for him. After all, reading other people’s personal journals wasn’t a nice thing to do. But then one of his lubricated fingers pushed against her tightly furled anus, awakening new sensations she wasn’t sure she liked. She pushed back against the threat of penetration. Instead of repelling him, his thick digit slid past the tight ring of her external sphincter muscle.

The invasion didn’t exactly hurt, but his presence in this private part of her body made her tremble. Before she’d decided exactly how she felt about it, he added a second finger, stretching the virgin entrance.

“You’re thinking way too hard. Your ass is mine, cupcake. End of story.” He inserted a third finger, definitely pushing the issue.

She shivered and chill bumps puckered the skin of her arms. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples tightly contracted. Her clit poked out from under its tiny hood. Marcus’ digits were soaked by the lavish cream spilling from her cunt.

Her mind harbored doubts but her body responded to whatever Gideon wanted.

“Are you determined to make every dirty thought I ever had come true?” The words impulsively slipped off her tongue before she bit them back.

Double male chuckles with way too much wicked intention sort of answered the question she hadn’t meant to voice.

“Absolutely, beautiful.” Marcus teased her clit and moved in counterpart to Gideon’s too-intimate invasion.

“You’re a sensual woman who owns her passion. Making your fantasies real is Marcus’ specialty. I got lucky when he wanted help.” Gideon scissored his fingers in her rear entry. Her pussy clenched and released around Marcus before he pulled nearly all the way out.

I don’t really want him fucking my ass. Do I?
She’d been terrified when the cyborgs had been bent on double rape. The metal monsters hadn’t bothered with details like soothing her fears, preparing her body or arousing her desire. The almost assault had turned one of her favorite sexy dreams into a nightmare of punishing pain and fear.

Her mechs were giving her a chance to reclaim the hot fantasy and make it real. Great, except she wasn’t at all sure she was brave enough to embrace the dark side of her sexuality. Did she listen to her fears or to her wanton body?
Can I trust these powerful warriors to keep me safe?

At last a question she could answer. The mechs weren’t offering her a fairy-tale ending, but the warriors were all about keeping her safe, even from them. She remembered Gideon had refused her sex until she’d healed enough for the experience to be safe and thrilling—pretty convincing evidence of his protective instinct. Marcus had put himself between her and the cyborgs. Horace had let her treat her own wounds just to make her feel safer. Each of the mechs had put her well-being ahead of theirs over and over. They were definitely trustworthy.

“Trust us to make this good for you,” Gideon whispered, picking up on her doubts without her saying a word.

She nodded decisively. She did trust them. Her stomach still clenched with nerves.

The mechs were beyond patient, lubing her, caressing her and teasing her. Gradually her tension eased under the double sensual assault. Needy sounds she didn’t recognize as coming from her passed through her lips as she writhed between their hard bodies, desperate for a tiny bit more friction to make her climax.

Marcus notched his crown in her entrance and slowly sank into her core. Her inner walls squeezed around him. Her butt tried to clamp down on Gideon, but he slipped out, leaving her backside strangely empty.

The lube’s cap snicked open but there was no cool drizzle. Before she had a chance to wonder, Marcus pulled back then rammed balls-deep and ground against her clit. She moaned and bucked against his hardness. She was so close to orgasm, shooting stars flickered in the corners of her eyes. With cruel deliberation, he pulled out of her spasming pussy until only his crown remained inside. She tried to follow his retreat. Her hips jerked futilely in Gideon’s immovable grasp.

He spread her rear cheeks and pressed the thick head of his cock against her furled back portal.

The cyborgs’ dead eyes watched her, their cruel hands gripped her and their hard shafts prodded her, seeking entrance. Panic warred with arousal. Fear won. “Noooo.”

Marcus cupped her neck. “Open your eyes, Tori. Look at me.”

She lifted her lashes and blinked at him through welling tears.

“Who am I?”

“M-Marcus.”

Gideon’s strong chest curved over her back. His powerful hands anchored her hips. His familiar sexy growl was in her ear. “Who’s behind you, loving your luscious ass?”

“Gideon.” Her voice broke on his name, but at least she hadn’t stuttered.

“Damn straight, cupcake.” Gideon bore into her rear entry with steady pressure.

Marcus stroked deep and sure into her pussy, grinding against her clit when he’d hilted then slowly backed out, making room for Gideon.

The wide cock behind her slid inside, touching off fresh spasms as Marcus drove in and Gideon pulled back.

The mechs found a rhythm that pushed her closer to release as she adjusted to a whole new level of possession. Her ass burned and the heat grew and spread until her resistance melted and she plunged into an inferno of bliss.

Chapter Eight

After Gideon left, Marcus lifted her butt, tucked a towel under her and applied a clean, damp washcloth to her tender sex before he gave her a clipped bob of his noggin. Her beautiful channel was all swollen coral ruffles and milk-pale outer lips with a narrow strip of dark-red curls. The small patch of hair was glossy from her cream and his cum. Her clit peeked out and retreated under its tiny hood, keeping him entertained.

“The triad is a team of equals, right?” Tori asked.

“True.” He sighed, resumed washing her delicate slit and braced himself for tougher questions ahead.

“Then why does Gideon boss all of us around?”

Reluctantly he pulled back from his cleaning duties, keeping her open to him by planting his hips between her soft thighs. While he stroked her from the flare of her hip to knee and back again, he studied the adorable frown of concentration pleating her eyebrows. He loved how seriously she took him and he loved the easy way she’d said “us”. “Some are more equal than others, beautiful.”

“Sort of like the army.” Her sensual mouth twisted cynically.

“How do you mean?” He wrapped the cloth around his middle finger and gently cleaned her tight core.

Her cheeks deepened to an apple red while her voice rose and cracked. “I can clean myself, really.”

“You’re mine and I have a right to care for what belongs to me.” He kept his tone reasonable with a mighty effort. With Tori his possessiveness was a given and went all the way to the bone. “You were saying?”

“I forget.” Her voice sank to a needy whimper.

“About the triad being like the army.” He smirked, damn proud he remembered.

“Ah yes, generals say things like, ‘we’re all soldiers fighting together’, although those same leaders are never on the frontlines, battling beside their soldiers.”

After applying some of the salve to her sheath, he palmed her neck with his free hand and guided her closer until they were nose to nose. “Nah, Gideon’s not like that. He’s right there when shit goes down.”

Tori lowered her lashes. “You’re right. I know that. With the triad everyone contributes. I just… He seems so sure of himself.”

“Gideon is a lead-by-example kind of guy.” He squeezed out more of the balm.

She tried to close her legs. The only thing that happened was her inner thighs pressed against his hips. It felt damn good. “Come on, gorgeous. It helps you heal. Good little nurses are down with healing.”

A surprised giggle tickled his ears. “You’ll make me come again.”

He lifted his brows in his best innocent expression. “Is that a bad thing?”

She leaned back on her elbows and sighed. “No.”

“First the front.” He coated his fingers with plenty of the transparent balm and gently coated every swollen furl and fold, paying special attention to her entrance and her rigid clit. To test how well the salve and bots were doing, he slid his middle finger into her heat, then added a second digit. While he scraped back and forth over the engorged ridge of her G-spot, he tenderly rubbed along one side of her sensitized clit. Then because he could, he bent his head and teased her puckered nipples with his mouth. The walls of her cunt clamped around the digits, teasing her sweet spot. She jerked against him, her arousal dampening his hand.

His nose got a good whiff of sweet, hot woman with an extra twist of hormones hinting she was fertile. He’d been in love with her before he ever met her. Now the bond between them strengthened to a new level. She was his wife—their wife in every way except whatever legalities existed in this post-pandemic era. He nearly told her it was his honor to help impregnate her. He held off, because the declaration of commitment should be special—formal—a ceremony where the triad pledged Tori their love and devotion. He was still processing the good news when his cock thrummed into action mode. He eased his fingers out of the way and pressed his rigid shaft into her molten heat until he was buried to the wide root. The need to fill her pussy with his cum seized him and didn’t let go.

She whimpered, sexy little cries, begging for more. Her slick pussy bucked helplessly against his groin. His balls rode up high and tight, ready to burst. He stroked into her channel in short, grinding thrusts. No finesse, no teasing, just flat-out fucking.

With his climax rolling up his shaft like the roar of an incoming tide, his voice graveled out as he urged her, “Go ahead and come, you’re beautiful when you pulse around me.”

“Come with me,” she begged.

He was way ahead of her. Hot semen splashed against the mouth of her womb, bathing her with his seed. Her silky walls milked his cock. His climax kept going until his vision began to fuzz out. Even then, his shaft was titanium solid.

She bowed beneath him, gasping for breath. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft with waves of bliss that rocked his world. “More, please.”

The please yanked his arousal way off the chain. Before he’d had a chance to consider a delaying tactic or teasing her, he’d rammed back into her delicate tissues. Although he’d just climaxed harder than he’d ever come in his life, his balls were so full, bursting was a serious threat. His hips flexed, plowing his shaft into her liquid heat.

She belonged to the triad, but it was his cock deep in her cunt, giving her what she needed. The world narrowed down to the two of them. Each sigh, each gasp, each moan from her lips prodded him to thrust harder, stroke deeper and pump faster.

His erection was super-charged, never flagging no matter how much cum he shot into her silky core until she gasped, “Enough.”

Then he was all about cleaning her and applying salve to her abused pussy. Regrets for taking her so roughly slammed home. “I’m sorry.”

Her small, soft hands framed his face. “Don’t be. You gave me exactly what I wanted—what I needed.”

He’d gone apeshit on her silken cunt. Her generous reassurance made him feel less like a total asshole. The least he could do was take care of her. ”Turn over, gorgeous.”

Tori rolled onto her stomach and arched beautifully, offering her milky-white bottom. He used his thumbs to part her cheeks, exposing the tight rosebud guarding her rear channel.

Animal that it was, his cock stood up and saluted. He squirted healing ointment on her small portal and rubbed it into the closed gateway using small circles. His cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum. His normal smooth, cool chatter deserted him. A possessive growl deepened his voice and he fought to form words rather than grunts. “I’m going to take you here and you’re going to come for me. Hard.”

“Please, sir.”

Soft words of mercy that had him coating his palm with the slippery salve and fisting his cock. His breath came in raspy pants, his heart hammered his rib cage and his ball sac swelled near bursting.

Somehow he held off long enough to work a digit into that dark, silky hole. Her muscles clamped around him, causing him to groan and damn near disgrace himself before he’d gotten his cock into her luscious ass.

The way things had been going his newly bionic shaft would be ready for round two instantly. He got his fingers out of the way and fit his crown against her tight ring of muscle. He kneaded the round cheeks of her butt while his slickened head pressed steadily. She arched her ass and pushed back, easing his way through the exquisitely tight portal and into the silky heat of her back passage.

She felt as ridiculously perfect as he’d fantasized. Possibly better. Best of all, she wriggled beneath him, making needy, wordless noises and driving his excitement right off the happy meter.

Pushing in even deeper in her tightness felt so fucking great he groaned.

Tori whimpered and he pulled nearly out of her rear channel. She mewled in protest. He froze, barely inside the first ring of muscles, afraid of hurting her if he moved in either direction. His stomach muscles clenched. He rubbed the fine muscles arching her back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so close, make me come. Please, sir.”

Marcus had never thought of himself as a dominant. That was Gideon’s thing. But when she begged him so sweetly, so submissively, she’d triggered all kinds of dark desires. He sank back into her. She moaned and writhed under his invasion.

He forced her knees wider, thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy and circled her swollen clit with his thumb. “Be still, you come when I say and not before.”

If she hadn’t gushed fresh cream around his thick digits, he might have worried he’d gone too far. He pounded into her ass in long, hard strokes that soon had both of them shuddering with raw need. He groaned. “I come first. Got it?”

“Yes sir.” Her head bowed, her breasts mashed into the mattress with each brutal stroke of his cock, and her rear channel milked him with silky contractions.

Hot cum blasted out of his shaft, filling her dark passage.

“Marcus,” she screamed and her cunt clamped around his fingers as she went rigid under him and then limp.

* * * * *

Tori took a little unplanned nap in Marcus’ arms. She woke, cuddled in a soft quilt. A quick inventory came up with way fewer pains than she’d expected. Her achy inner thighs and sore bottom were already healed. She had vague memories of him making her drink water and feeding her a chewy protein snack unlike anything she’d ever tasted. When he’d cleaned her with a gentle thoroughness she’d been too exhausted to be embarrassed. The last thing she remembered was the comfort of his steady heartbeat under her cheek.

The mechs had redefined her ideal lover. Still stunned to be powerfully attracted to three different men, she couldn’t deny her feelings. In spite of the erotic delight they lavished on her, she missed whoever was on guard duty. The warriors were inventive, wickedly naughty, yet honorable men. She would enjoy their time together for as long as it lasted and live with her broken heart when they left.

Her foolish heart longed for words of love, which was beyond silly. She needed to suck it up and deal with reality. After all, it wasn’t as if she had a more appealing option.

The Humvee and all her supplies were gone. Without the triad’s help, she’d never make it to California. They were soldiers with a mission. She was an ex-soldier with a mission of her own. It was nobody’s fault but hers for getting all girly and confusing passionate lust with romantic love. She wasn’t going to make the situation worse by sobbing all over her hot warriors.

When a very naked Horace joined them, Tori met his sunny smile with one of her own. She was delighted to see him. Her gaze drifted over his broad chest.
Happy Birthday Tori
was carefully printed in block letters. Her grin spread wider. His tempting erection tapped ripped abs, distracting her from the message.

He dipped his index finger into a stainless-steel mixing bowl. “Go ahead and lick, baby. You know you want to.”

She closed her lips around his blunt digit and sucked. Her eyes drifted closed, the better to appreciate the party melting on her tongue. Nothing said happy birthday like real buttercream chocolate frosting.

When the sweet stuff was long gone, she released his finger. “Got plans for the rest of that bowl, slick?”

“If he doesn’t, I do.” Marcus made a grab for the treat.

Horace pulled the batch out of reach. “Back off, stud. I made it for Tori.”

“But I like to share,” she teased.

“Mechs work best together,” Marcus said piously.

“Yeah, I didn’t see you helping while I slaved away in the kitchen.”

Marcus curled a proprietary hand over her hip. “I’ve been tied up.”

“You let Gideon bind you? Kinky.” Horace smirked.

Funny guys, but even as entertaining as her mechs were, her mouth watered for more of the tempting chocolate. She interrupted their banter with plenty of intentional provocation. “Do you have anything else I can lick?”

“Glad you reminded me.” Horace’s eyes glinted with erotic promise. He settled his butt on the mattress. Bumping her hip to make room for himself, he swirled frosting over her breasts, concentrating on her tight nipples.

“Don’t say I never did anything nice for you,” he told Marcus with a significant tilt toward the free-form chocolate pasties.

“You’re my favorite geek.” Marcus lapped enthusiastically over the decorations.

“None for me?” Tori eyed Horace’s bobbing cock hopefully.

He refused to take the hint. Instead he held a buttercream-coated finger in front of her mouth. “Open wide.”

Tori might have argued, but chocolate was chocolate. Besides, Marcus distracted her by plucking the sensitized nipple he’d already licked clean then latching on to the still-frosted breast, sucking hard and sending jolts of arousal straight to her clit.

“Spread those gorgeous legs for me, baby. My turn for a snack.”

She didn’t move fast enough for Horace. He guided her knees over his broad shoulders, parted her labia and slathered frosting all over her pussy.

Totally exposed, she knew what was coming next. She still wasn’t prepared.

Horace dove face first into her sex, licking, sucking and nipping with abandon. His hands were busy teasing whatever bits his mouth missed. Fast swirls over her clit, whirls around her entrance and tender thrusts left her dizzy with excitement and on the edge of climaxing. Leisurely explorations of her channel and frosting applied and lapped away from her the hood of her clit to her furled anus made her jerk in his grip while her still-empty cunt fisted and released.