12. Nia

The butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped fluttering since Beren all but jumped over the table to get to me. I knew I was playing a dangerous game when I called out for Lyath to join us by name. When Beren only stared down at me with what I now realize was his angry, lustful look instead of his standard angry look, I knew I was fine. Or as fine as I can be with a mate who only seems to get hornier when he’s upset. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I’m starting to realize there’s quite a bit about myself I never had the chance to explore on Earth.

“You will be glad you have finally admitted you want Beren as your mate,” Lyath leans down to whisper to me when we enter the house.

Beren disappears into their bedroom, leaving Lyath and me alone for a moment. I can feel my cheeks heating at his words but also feel my heart swelling at how grateful I am that they actually want me. I’ve spent the last few days thinking I was completely undesirable by every male here. Now that I know it’s because everyone was scared of my mate, it makes me feel better. I’m still irritated at Beren, but at least I know I’m not unwanted.

“I’m pretty sure he could have told me at any point he wanted me,” I say in a whisper back to him.

We both take turns watching the hallway and then each other like we are sharing secrets we shouldn’t be. Maybe we are. I don’t really know.

“He mated you, did he not?” Lyath asks, almost offended on Beren’s behalf.

“I’m pretty sure you fed me his seed, and I didn’t even know which of you I was mating,” I say right as Beren enters the room and hears the words leave my mouth.

I know I’ve gotten myself in trouble as soon as a snort leaves Lyath. He averts his gaze from mine, shaking his head slightly like he knows I’ve definitely just messed up.

Beren’s lips pull up in a lazy smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “If you want me to feed you my seed, I’m more than happy to do that.” Beren steps closer, taking my face in his hand like he did this morning and puffing my lips out. “You will need to get on your knees, though.”

Warmth spreads across my cheeks and low in my abdomen at his words. I had a couple of boyfriends on Earth before everything went to shit. Not a single one has ever done anything that these two aliens seem to be able to do for me. Then again, on Earth, I didn’t think I’d be willing to be shared between two guys. No, it’s all been pure luck that I managed to get mated to two males willing to share me and help me explore all of these new things they seem to bring out in me.

“Another time, perhaps,” Beren says as he lowers his face close to mine. “I believe I promised you a chance to help me punish Lyath.”

Lyath makes a soft whimpering sound in the back of his throat that has my core clenching and a moan escaping my lips. Lyath releases my cheeks and runs his thumb softly against my cheek before standing back up.

“I also enjoy when he makes those sounds,” Beren says as he reaches a hand out to Lyath who takes it without hesitation. “We will find many ways to make him make them, yes?” The question is asked to me but I’m too busy staring at the bulge in Lyath’s pants. Beren doesn’t admonish me for openly ogling his other mate. No, he laughs and drags us both back to their bedroom. “I want you both naked.”

I don’t hesitate to whip my tunic off over my head and start working the strings of my shorts. Lyath is just as quick, and we’re both naked and bare, waiting for Beren’s next instructions in under a minute.

Beren looks between the two of us, his eyes trailing over each curve of my body, lingering on my nipples and between my legs as he checks me out. He does the same to Lyath, his eyes pausing for a moment on the hard length of Lyath’s dick. I find myself wanting to reach out and stroke it, put it in my mouth, and make him make some more of those sounds that Beren and I both love.

“You will be my mate in all ways, yes?”

Beren steps closer to me, lifting his hand and letting it hover in front of my breasts. He watches my face, waiting for me to give him a quick nod before he places his hand over my left breast and hisses in satisfaction.

Lyath makes another whimpering sound. Beren doesn’t offer him any attention right now. Instead, he falls to his knees in front of me, cupping my breasts in his hands and kneading them softly as I moan and shift on my feet to rub my thighs together.

“These are wonderful,” Beren says as his tongue snakes out of his mouth and flicks at one stiffly peaked nipple. I moan again, pushing myself into his hold of me. He pinches my nipples softly between his fingers and relishes in the whine I make when it borders on painful. “We will discuss ways to play that I will enjoy another time when you are not already so worked up.”

“Okay,” I nod, agreeing to whatever he wants.

I’m grateful he’s not wanting to push me too much for what he wants right now because I’m not sure if I would know what I want or how much I can be trusted when I’m this horny. Not to mention I’ve heard how Beren fucks Lyath, and there sounded like there was a lot of pain involved in it. I’m not ready to plunge fully into the depths of the kinks that I’m just now learning I might be into.

“For now, I will tell you how we will use my other mate, yes?” Beren hisses against my chest as he nuzzles his face between my breasts. He lets one of his hands fall down the span of my abdomen until he is cupping me between my legs. He tests my slickness with one of his fingers and smiles against my skin when he feels just how turned on I am. “Is this for me or because you are eager to see how good of a mate Lyath is for me?”

“Both,” I moan and grind my hips against his fingers, hoping for just a bit more friction. “Fuck, I want both.”

Beren pulls away from me but keeps his attention between my thighs, where he’s stopped moving and is now just admiring as I grind myself against him. He looks up at me after a minute of not enough pressure or friction, no matter how hard I try.

“We could have been doing this the last few days, Nia.” He shakes his head in disapproval. “How many days, Lyath?”

“Nine, I think,” Lyath says after taking a deep breath. I look at him for the first time since Beren’s fingers have been between my legs to see him hyper-focused on where Beren’s touching me. Lyath keeps his hands behind his back. His jaw clenched tightly as he watches and tries to keep himself from coming. “Today is the tenth day she has been here, but that would be this evening.”

“Ten days then,” Beren hisses as he teases one of his fingers at my entrance.

I still my hips, my eyes going wide, and I wait to see if he’s about to enter me. He only chuckles softly before removing his hand completely and raising it up to his mouth, where he licks my juices from his fingers. He closes his eyes and lets a hiss rumble through him. He lifts his hand up to Lyath, who already knows exactly what Beren wants, and begins to lick at his hand as well. Lyath wraps his tongue around Beren’s fingers, groaning and closing his eyes. His face contorts in what could almost look like pain if it wasn’t so damn hot.

“Normally,” Beren says as he stands back to his full height, still dressed in his pants and tunic, while Lyath and I stand in front of him, horny, dripping, and naked. “I would punish my mate who has done something wrong, but seeing as we have not talked about punishments and teasing and what I expect of my mate. We’ll have to punish Lyath for your transgressions instead.“ He casts his eyes over to Lyath, whose eyes flare with panic.

Lyath sucks in a shaky breath as his brows draw low. “This is unfair to me. It is cruel.”

“Shh,” Beren says as he cups the underside of Lyath’s dick with the pads of his fingers. Lyath immediately clamps his lips together and tries his hardest to stay still as Beren trails his fingers up and down the underside of his length while talking to me. “Lyath is my good mate. I have already told you this, but you did not know what it meant.”

“I’m guessing he does what you say,” I say with a loud gulp. I’m hypnotized by the way he strokes Lyath and the soft whimpers Lyath makes every once in a while. Beren’s eyes flare in approval every time he manages to make Lyath whine.

“He does what I say, he comes when I allow it, and he trusts me to take care of him even when it means hurting him,” Beren says. He reaches out with his free hand to grab my chin and tilt it up so I am watching Lyath’s face instead of his dick. “Does knowing it hurts him not to release bring you pleasure?”

I squeeze my thighs tighter together, knowing that I should be ashamed of it turning me on, right? No one should be aroused by knowing they’re hurting someone else. At least, I never thought that was a thing. Then again, I didn’t think aliens were a thing either, and here I am. Beren pinches my chin tighter, and I finally relent and answer him honestly. “Yes.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Beren’s smile growing and the light in his eyes turning into an inferno of lust. He keeps me watching Lyath’s face, though, and forces me to watch as Lyath opens his eyes wide and licks at his lips before finally starting to beg.

“Beren, please, I cannot—“

I don’t know what Beren does to him next, but Lyath whines loudly, squeezes his eyes shut, and trembles all over before Beren finally releases both of us.

“On the bed. Lyath, do not release the headboard until we are done with you.” Beren’s command is harsh as it comes out, but when I look up at him, I can see he is more than enjoying himself.

Lyath crawls onto the bed, rolls onto his back, and grabs the headboard so tight I’m surprised he’s not breaking it. His eyes jump between Beren and me, unsure of exactly what we’re going to do to him. Not that I know either since Beren hasn’t told me anything. Thankfully, he doesn’t keep me waiting for long before standing right behind me, placing his palms on my shoulders and leading me to the bed.

“Ten days you have kept yourself from me,” Beren hisses when he taps my leg in an order to lift it onto the bed. “So, we will see how close we can get Lyath to releasing ten times, yes?”

“Beren,” Lyath’s voice sounds panicked as he looks between the two of us. His eyes land on my breasts now that I’m on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed, staring up at him.

Beren ushers me between Lyath’s legs but stops me when my head is right between his legs, his dick only a few inches from my mouth. We all know where this is going, and a thrill runs down my spine at the thought of getting to use Lyath in this way.

“This is cruel. Please, do not do this. I will not last.”

My stomach does a weird flip-flop of uncertainty at the begging until Beren settles onto the bed next to Lyath, cupping his face between his palms and bringing their foreheads close to one another. “Tell Nia what you say to make this stop so she is not worried about me hurting you more than you can take.”

Lyath’s eyes go wide in a different way this time, and he turns his full attention to me. “I want this, I promise. I am enjoying myself very much. If I do not, then I will beg for mercy, and it will be over. Yes, I have only done it once or twice, but I am fine. Even when I cry and even when I beg.”

“So you want this?” I ask, knowing full well he just told me that he did.

“More than anything,” he says, nodding his head as much as he can while Beren holds him.

I let a rush of air out of my lungs. It’s a relief I don’t know I need until he offers it. His reactions were starting to worry me, but what worried me more was how I was responding to it—how I’m still responding to it. Knowing he’s into it, he wants us to do this to him, makes it so much hotter. It also helps me from feeling shame when I think about how badly I want him to beg me not to be cruel to him.

“Does he cry?” I ask Beren, who turns to face me instantly with a wicked smile on his lips.

“He is the most beautiful crier,” Beren says as he lowers his mouth to Lyath’s shoulder and nips at one of the patches of darkened scales that I’m now realizing are bruises, probably from his teeth. “If you want to make him cry, put your mouth on his cock, and do not stop until I tell you.”

“Beren,” Lyath’s wail is stopped as I lower my face and lick at his glistening tip. His length bounces as his abdomen flexes and his hips lift. Beren chuckles darkly above both of us, watching as I grab the base of Lyath’s dick to keep him still and lick at him again. “Goddess, please.”

“There is only one goddess with us now,” Beren says as he grabs one of Lyath’s horns and forces him to look down the length of his body to where I have the tip of him resting against my tongue. I wrap my lips around the head and begin to suckle softly. “She is your goddess here.”

The sound of wood cracking is the first sign that we’re slowly breaking Lyath. Beren tries to grab a fistful of my hair, but I pull way before he gets a chance. When I pop off Lyath’s dick, we both watch as his eyes turn deep red for a moment and then a cry erupts from his lips. I moan low in my chest. The sound of his torment has a straight line to my core and has me growing wetter and needier.

“Don’t grab my hair, or you’ll get stuck,” I say when I get Beren’s attention. He offers me a soft nod, places a hand on the back of my neck, and tilts his head to the side to ask if it’s okay. I give him a bashful smile and return my attention to Lyath.

“That is one,” Beren says as he pushes me toward Lyath and urges me to take him back in my mouth. This time, I envelop as much of him as I can before Beren grabs my neck, careful not to get tangled in my curls, and pulls me off again. Lyath’s hips buck up, begging for more, just a little bit more, so he can find his release. “Two.”

We repeat the process over and over. I bring pleasure to Lyath with my mouth until he is on the edge of losing himself, and then Beren is pulling me off. On the fourth denial, Lyath begins to cry. His words turn into harsh hisses and clicks as his tears fall. He manages not to move his hands the entire time, and when he’s brought to the edge for the ninth time, Beren tells me to rest my head on Lyath’s thigh while he decides what to do with us.

“You’ve done so well,” Beren says as he wipes the tears from Lyath’s face. His breathing is ragged, his body twitching mercilessly even as I lie my head on his thigh.

I smile lazily up at the two, loving how Beren is treating Lyath with kindness right now after we have brought him to the point of breaking over and over again. I don’t miss how Lyath leans into Beren’s touch and accepts his kindness, knowing it isn’t false right now. He isn’t luring him into the promise of safety to take it away, though I do think it would be hot to see the panic in Lyath’s eyes once more before we finish playing.

“One more time for me, and then you can release,” Beren says, leaning down to nip at Lyath’s shoulder again and causing him to cry out. “I want you to hold out until I’m filling her womb, do you understand?”

“I will try,” Lyath’s words are stuttered and broken by a cry as I blow softly against his cock with a warm breath of air. Beren looks down at me with a look of approval before reaching down to stroke Lyath twice. He sobs as Beren’s hand leaves him, and it takes everything in me not to beg Beren to fuck me right this instant. Thankfully, he seems to be on the same page.

“Do not go easy on my mate,” Beren says as he moves to stand behind me.

He grabs my hips in his hands and lifts me back up to my hands and knees before crawling into the bed behind me. I feel his tunic falling over my back and the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against my thighs as he runs his length between my legs and coats himself in my arousal.

“I want you to make him beg and plead and cry while I make love to you for the first time,” Beren says as he positions himself at my entrance.

He holds my hips steady as he begins to press into me. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with, but I’m more than aroused enough to make it work. I moan loudly, clawing at Lyath’s thighs as I wrap my lips around him. As much as I want to focus on Beren fucking me, I also want to hear Lyath whimpering underneath me while I’m fucked.

“I cannot last,” Lyath begins begging as soon as my lips wrap around him.

I don’t listen to his pleas other than to bask in the beauty of their sound. I run my tongue down the length of him before trying to take as much of him as I can down my throat. Beren is slow in taking me, making sure not to hurt me as he lets me accommodate his size. I’m sure he loves prolonging Lyath’s punishment as well. I know I’m loving it.

“I need release, please,” Lyath cries again, this time his hips bucking into me and causing a choking sound as I gag on him. Beren hisses his approval, thrusting deep inside of me like all of his restraint is killed with one sound.

“Choke yourself on him,” Beren hisses above me, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as the other stays on my hip to keep me up as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. “I want to hear your gagging and his cries together. You both make the most beautiful sounds.”

He makes sure I know how much he likes it by pressing me further down Lyath’s dick until I’m choking and gagging as my throat spasms around the intrusion. I scrape my nails along Lyath’s abdomen, not hearing his cries as well over the sound of my own choking.

“Good mates,” Beren praises us, thrusting completely into me again. “Perfect for me, so fucking perfect.”

Beren’s thrusts become harsher and more powerful until he’s holding me tight to him. His grip edges on painful, but it only has the warmth inside me growing.

“Come for me, Lyath,” Beren says with a hiss as he begins to twitch with his own orgasm.

Lyath wastes no time coming down my throat, a sob escaping his lips as his pleasure fully engulfs him. I swallow down as much of his seed as I can, and the rest dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin. Beren moves a hand between my legs and begins to stroke my clit as he stays planted firmly inside me.

“You need to find release as well, Nia,” Beren says through gritted teeth as he lowers his body more over mine. Lyath moves from where he was lying and is now helping to support my body so Beren can focus his attention on my pleasure instead of keeping me up.

It doesn’t take Beren long to have me on the edge of my orgasm. Every time Lyath whimpered or cried while we were playing with him, I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. Now that attention is being focused on me, I’m close as soon as Beren touches me. I’m not surprised when he’s only been there for a few minutes before I’m grabbing at the comforter to ball between my fists.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I cry out as I feel the first ripples of my orgasm begin to bloom in my core.

Beren only makes a soft grunting sound as he continues to stroke me exactly the same and then the world is exploding around me. I don’t know if I call out Beren’s name or not, but I know that I’m thanking him in my head as my orgasm fills me completely and makes my body turn to goo. He strokes me through the high, and Lyath runs shaky hands along my back and arms as I come down.

We all stay tangled together for a moment, our labored breathing the only sound in the room until Beren pulls out of me.

“I need to take care of you,” he says, looking between the two of us.

When he stands from the bed, I crawl into Lyath’s lap and curl up between his legs, letting his arms wrap around me. I trace the scales of his arms and look up at him with adoration in my heart.

“You’re such a good mate,” I whisper to him. He isn’t my mate but I need him to know I appreciate what he did for me today.

“Good, keep saying sweet things to him because he was a strong male today to take our punishments,” Beren says as he strokes Lyath’s cheek. “Tell him many times in many words while I go and get food and cleaning supplies. I will continue telling him how much I appreciate him when I return.”

I turn my attention back to Lyath when Beren leaves the room. Of course, Beren’s still dressed while the two of us are naked. I roll my eyes, knowing it’s probably some control thing. I have more important things to worry about now, such as the male underneath me still trembling from what we put him through today.

I reach up and stroke the wetness from his cheeks. Soft words of praise tumble from my lips. i tell him how proud I am to share a mate with him. I remind him of how good he was for both Beren and me. Soft whispers and murmurs fill the air as his body slows its shaking. When I can’t think of anything else to say, I cuddle close to him and let my soft touches tell him how happy I am to have him in my life.