69. Mira

sixty-nine

Mira

Late in the hours of night, I sense a demanding tug from Tairyn's bond urging me to his room. There's no hint of danger or fear. Just desire, longing. A demand to finally have me all to himself.

I grin like a fat cat as I take my time bathing and shaving, washing every inch before I present myself to him like a summoned servant. Deep down, that's exactly what I'm picturing, though. Giving into this urge inside me, letting him take total control of my body. I've already given him my heart. My trust.

I'm ready for him to take the rest of me, too.

I wrap a silky black robe tightly around my waist before making my way to his room on the top floor of Cor'than's palace.

Slipping through the doorway, the only light in the cozy room is the crackling fire in the hearth. Tairyn waits for me with ankle over knee in a plush armchair facing the door. His dark hair and dark suit are perfectly neat, while his green eyes dance with something dark.

I lick my lips as I move closer to him, my nerves catching up with me. What was total excitement and confidence before, seeps into something unsure now that he's staring at me like a wolf about to devour the unsuspecting rabbit.

His voice is low and smooth like honey when he says, "I promised myself that when I finally bed you, it would alter your whole being. Are ready for that, Mira? To be my pet. To give yourself fully to me, nin anto anna."

I swallow as I nod my head. As if sensing my nerves, his voice softens to a gentle caress, reassurance flowing through the bond between us. "I'd never do anything you didn't want me to. We can stop anytime you wish. Right now, even. We can climb into my bed and I'll hold you close to my chest while you drift off to sleep. Would you like that?"

I would. I know I would love every second of that, but that's not why I'm here right now in front of him, naked save for a silky robe. "First you have to tell me something."

"Anything."

"What does nin anto anna mean?"

He gives a small laugh, eyes twinkling with delight. "There's not a direct translation. But it's something like ‘my mouthy little gift.'"

I can't stop the grin forming across my cheeks. "You think I'm a gift?"

His eyes brush every inch of my face before he finally nods, his smirk so amazing my heart nearly bursts from adoration. "Now, show yourself to me."

Nodding, I fumble with the ties on the robe like a teenager after prom. Something about this feels similar, forbidden, but right. My eyes are glued to the floor as I bite my lip. Taking a deep breath, I peel the fabric back, revealing my body to him for the first time.

"Eyes on me," he commands, and I yank my gaze to his. Nostrils flaring, he drinks me in like a Goddess to be worshiped. His fingers grip the arms of his chair as if he's trying to keep them off me. A slip of confidence swirls inside me, seeing the effect my body has on him.

Wisps of purple Chroma materialize in front of me. I can't contain my excitement as it pulls me onto his bed, my back pressing comfortably against the soft sheets. My stomach flutters and flips as Tairyn approaches, my core already aching for his attention.

"Grab your ankles. Show me all of you."

My heart pounds as I bend my knees, sliding my ankles high enough for me to grab. The cool air whips across my moist slit as I chew nervously on my lip. I've never felt so exposed before. So vulnerable.

Tairyn leans over me, his face so close to my core that his hot breath brushes against my mound. I arch my back just slightly, willing him to touch me. Release some of the tension that's been building for him for so long.

Instead, he breathes me in with such desperate ferocity. It sounds feral, like a man fighting his own beastly tendencies. Finally, he releases his breath with a needy groan deep in his chest, cursing. "You smell so fucking good, Pet."

Something inside me bursts open, like a dam with too many holes. A flood of desire and longing inside me opens to him. The way he calls me his pet, I want nothing more than to be exactly that. His treasured pet.

His gaze flickers upwards, locking onto mine. He's reading me, I realize, taking in every tiny reaction and storing it away for future reference. There's something thrilling about it, a part of my mind muses, even as the rest is rapidly succumbing to the heady anticipation of what is to come.

He leans back then, his hands resting on my bent knees as he studies me. "I must admit," he says, a wicked grin twisting his lips, "You are quite the sight."

My chest heaves with my breaths, my pulse thrumming loudly in my ears. I'm waiting for his touch, craving it with an intensity that surprises me. It feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room and I'm left clinging to his every word, every movement.

"I've been wanting this," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. "Craving you like a man starved. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, Mira."

A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers trace a slow, deliberate path up my legs, igniting my skin wherever he touches. A soft moan parts my lips, and he meets it with a groan. "Keep that up, and I won't be able to control myself."

I raise a challenging eyebrow. "Is that so?" I ask, shifting my hips just slightly to draw his attention exactly where I want it. His eyes go dark, his pupils dilating until there's barely any green left. He holds my gaze steadily, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Don't tempt me, Mira. Do as I command, and you will be rewarded with my complete devotion. My endless worship. Now, be still and let me touch you."

His sudden sternness makes my breath hitch. There's a thrill that races up my spine. The heat of his gaze on me almost as satisfying as his touch. Almost.

His hands move again, this time with more purpose and determination. His fingers dance along the line of my thighs, working their way inexorably inward. The burn of his touch, the raw anticipation, builds like a knot of tension in my belly. Can he feel it too? The hunger swirling inside me?

My hold on my ankles grows tighter as I brace myself. Trying to remain perfectly still is nearly impossible.

I close my eyes, following his every touch and sensation with razor sharp focus. When he finally reaches my center, my entire body jolts in response as two of his fingers easily slip inside me. A gasp rips through my throat, echoing through the small room we're in. His fingers, so cool and familiar, press against my insides and a moan slips from my lips as the first wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Shh," he murmurs, fingers slipping slowly and deliberately between my folds. "Don't rush. Savor it."

He's tormenting me, I realize as I bite my lower lip hard enough to taste blood. He's drawing this out, reveling in the control he holds over me; it's not just his hands that are masterful but also his words, each one a taunt laced with promise. "Do you like this, Mira?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly with lust.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out, my mind spinning as his fingers work their magic. It feels so good, better than anything I've ever experienced before. Each careful stroke pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

"Tell me what you want," he demands, his gaze burning holes into my very soul.

"You," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I want you."

That wicked grin splits his face once more as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me shuddering and gasping for breath. His sudden absence within me makes me whimper, a sound that seems to please him greatly judging by the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

He lifts his fingers, glistening with my wetness, to his lips and licks them clean. His gaze never leaves mine as he savors my taste.

"And have you been a good girl, Pet?"

"Yes," I breathe out, caught between unfulfilled desire and the burning anticipation that's coiling inside me.

His fingers return to my thighs, tracing idle patterns that make my skin prickle with goosebumps. "Mmm," he hums, his voice a low purr. "Then my pet deserves her reward."

His grin deepens, becoming more mischievous. "But first," he drawls, dragging out the words for maximum effect, as he leans back, pulling his fingers from my heated skin. The loss of his touch elicits a protest from my lips, but he simply chuckles. "I think we need to work on your patience."

His hands move to his shirt, deftly undoing the buttons and revealing the sculpted chest beneath. His muscles ripple under my watchful gaze, a tease of what's to come. He removes the garment with one swift motion and tosses it aside, smirking at my rapt attention.

Next, his fingers fly to the button on his trousers, and the anticipation of seeing his arousal is almost too much to bare.

My heart hammers away in my chest, a frantic rhythm mirrored in the throbbing pulse between my legs. His fingers make short work of his trousers, undoing the button with a soft snick that sends a shiver down my spine. With an ease that speaks of many practiced motions, he slides his pants down his long, lean legs.

"Nervous?" He teases as he steps out of the discarded pants. He's wearing nothing but a pair of unadorned briefs that leave very little to imagination.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Eager," I correct, letting my gaze drink in every contour and plane of him. I can't help the whimper that slips past my lips.

He chuckles, a low sound that drips with amusement and desire. "My, my," he murmurs as he steps in closer. "Has my pet been starved for affection?"

His fingers trail back up my thigh, reigniting the flames he'd stoked inside me with soft yet purposeful strokes. The anticipation is sweet torture. My breath catches when his hand stops to cup my aching mound, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there without venturing further.

"Well, have you?" he asks again, pressing his palm against me. The contact sends a shudder of delight coursing through me.

I nod hastily, too consumed by my desire to form a coherent sentence.

"Good," he purrs, "because I've been starved for you."

His words send a thrill of excitement through me that has my heart rate spiking. And then he's moving closer, his bare chest brushing against mine. The sight of him is nearly enough to undo me.

He leans in, his lips grazing my earlobe as he whispers, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

He presses his hard cock against my wet folds to accentuate his point. The steel warmth of his impressive size pulls a needy moan from me.

A hand snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I can't hold back the gasp that escapes me. I can feel every line of his body, every flexing muscle, and the hardness pressed against my belly.

"I am," I answer, my voice ragged with lust.

He chuckles again at that, but this time there's an edge to it. It's something darker, something more primal.

"Good girl."

Slowly, torturously, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and lowers them. The fabric slides down his toned thighs until his throbbing cock rests against my belly.

He looks down at me, his eyes filled with a blazing desire that echoes my own. His hands slide up my sides, the rough pads of his fingers sending shivers racing over my skin as he brushes his thumbs over the swell of my breasts. Lowering his head, he captures my lips in a passionate kiss that sends my heart racing.

His cock presses against my heated core, the tip teasingly sliding along my folds. I gasp into his mouth at the sensation, arching against him. He chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he grinds against me.

"Fuck, Tairyn. I can't take it. Please. Fuck me."

As if that's all he's been waiting for, for me to beg him, he slides his full length inside me with one smooth motion. I gasp and moan all at once as he fills me, stretching and claiming every inch of my body. The initial shock of him ebbs into a wave of pleasure that has my toes curling and my breath ragged.

"That's right, Mira," he growls, pausing hilt-deep to let me adjust to the size of him. "Take all of me."

I can't help but shiver as the words roll off his tongue, the sound of my name on his lips devastatingly erotic. His hands roam over my body like they own it, touching and feeling and squeezing.

My body instinctively pulses around him, gripping his cock hard, as if milking him. He growls deep in his chest as he pulls back, just to thrust inside me again, harder this time. Every move he makes sends sparks flying through my body, each one igniting a wildfire that consumes me from within.

A groan ripples through his chest, vibrating against me as he moves with slow, deliberate strokes. My nails dig into the hard planes of his back, my body arching towards him with every thrust. His hands are everywhere, exploring my body as he maintains an agonizingly slow pace.

He whispers as if reading my thoughts, "Let me enjoy you."

But I can barely think, let alone respond to him. The tension building within me feels almost unbearable. I close my eyes and moan aloud, surrendering to the wave of sensations flooding over me. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. Through me. To my core.

Tairyn curses with a growl, whispering praise into my ear as I come on his hard cock. "That's my good girl."

The sound of his voice, gruff and thick with arousal, sends a new shock wave of pleasure through me. I grip him tighter, my body throbbing around his. He growls again, his movements becoming quicker, more erratic.

"J-just like that," I pant out, barely able to form words as his thrusts hit just the right spot inside me. Another orgasm builds, coiling tight in my belly and threatening to explode at any moment. I can't hold back, my body arching and writhing beneath him.

Tairyn's response is a possessive growl, his fingers digging deeper into my hips as he increases his pace. The room fills with the sounds of our shared desire. A moan breaks free from my throat as a second wave of pleasure crashes over me, stronger than the last.

"Yes," Tairyn hisses, his pace growing frantic as he rides out my orgasm. "You're such a good pet."

The wet slap of skin meeting skin, the shifting of the bedding beneath us, the desperate sound of our panting breaths. He leans in to capture my lips with his own, pulling a muffled cry from my throat as he drives himself into me with a rough thrust.

His groan vibrates against my lips as he pulls back, only to surge forward again, his cock reaching deep inside me as it twitches and explodes with his release, filling me to the brim with his hot seed. His voice breaks as he growls my name. His body is rigid above me with his final thrusts, emptying himself against my womb before he collapses onto me, spent.

Suddenly, everything is quiet. His heart pounds against mine, both of us slick with sweat. He whispers a string of curses as he peppers my neck with soft kisses. "Gods, you're so amazing, Mira."

I writhe beneath him, needing more. More of him. More of the others. My vision blinks to darkness and back with lust as I moan beneath him. My desire pulls me into a frenzy, craving all of my mates at once. My Chroma flares, bonds pulled taut with begging.

Beside me, I hear Tairyn's sharp intake of breath at whatever he sees in me. Without hesitation, Sunder and Bobble enter the room as if they were expecting this. I moan and reach for them, begging them with pleading whispers to fill me, take me, use me. They don't wait for Tairyn to acquiesce, instead moving on instinct to join me in the bed.

Wordlessly, Sunder's mouth is on mine, swallowing my moans while Bobble buries his face between my legs, lapping up every drop of the mess Tairyn made of me just moments earlier. I moan louder, lifting my hips to press him harder into me, even grabbing his hair in my fists.

To his credit, Tairyn doesn't baulk, easily accepting my need for more. He caresses my breasts, pinching my nipples into a peak between thumb and forefinger.

The door to the bedroom opens just as I crest another peak, reaching another quick climax under Bobble's dutiful licking. My body convulses, my cries muffled by Sunder's mouth. My skin tingles, the sensation of three sources of pleasure overwhelming to the point of ecstasy.

As the waves roll over me, subsiding into a vibrant hum ready to explode once more, I lift my head to see Callum darkening the doorway.

He came. He came when I called. When my frenzy called.

Now he hesitates, and I can only imagine how difficult this sight must be for him.

I bite my lip, unsure. But he nods to himself, like he's made his decision long ago and finally gets to act on it. In the space of a few heartbeats, the door is closed tight behind him as he undresses his way in an awkward dance across the room.

Bobble moves to the side, motioning for Callum to take his place between my legs.

"Take his cock for me," purrs Sunder against the shell of my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

In my other ear, I'm surprised to hear Tairyn echoing him. "That's a good girl. Let him fill you."

It's almost too much for me to take. I burst into heated screams the second Callum's hot tip touches my soaking lips, pushing easily inside.

The room is filled to the brim with grunts and groans, sharp intakes of breath, whispered praises. I'm surrounded, sheltered, caged by their bodies and their desires, a sensation that should terrify me but only seems to fuel my pleasure. Callum moves within me at a steady rhythm that matches Sunder's kisses on my mouth.

Bobble kneels beside me, his large hands sliding up and down my body, leaving a trail of shivers in his wake. I reach out for him, fingers gripping his thick shaft and moving my hand over him.

My head falls back, lost in the sensation of being filled by Callum while surrounded by my other mates. They all know exactly what I need, their hands and mouths and bodies taking me higher than I've ever been before.

Sunder pulls back, offering words of encouragement and direction to the others, but I barely hear him. The hot tip of his cock is dripping with anticipation as he presses it against my lips.

I open my mouth eagerly for him, wrapping my lips around his girth and tasting him. He groans, a deep rumbling sound that's felt more than heard, and curls his fingers in my hair. He holds me in place while he fucks my mouth, and I can't moan loud enough as Tairyn continues to whisper in my ear and suck on my nipples.

The whole world narrows down to the feel of them inside me, around me, their voices in stereo talking dirty over the sounds of our bodies meeting. It's almost too much. Almost.

Callum pumps deep inside me, his pace frantic as if he can't move fast enough to satiate his own desire. I'm falling over the edge of the cliff again as he lets out a furious roar, burying himself so deep inside me it almost hurts. He fills me with the gift of his hot come, mixing and swirling with Tairyn's inside me.

I come again, harder than ever before. My body pulses and undulates around him, pulling and squeezing his cock until every drop is emptied inside me.

A cacophony of moans and spraying seed fills the room. More inside me. Bobble's on my hand. Sunder's on my tongue.

It's a perfect concoction of pleasure and reward.

My bliss.

My loves.

In a jumble of limbs and rapid breaths, we all fall together in what can only be compared to a pile of puppies. Bobble's rhythmic purring calms us like a lullaby, luring each of us into a peaceful state, my Frenzy finally subsiding.

I snuggle my head onto his shoulder, pressing my ear against his chest, as Callum moves in behind me to cover me with his warmth. Sunder and Tairyn each take their spots in the jumbled pile.

I softly whisper my thanks to all of them as I close my eyes to the rumbling purr. Through the bond, I sense them each drifting off, murmuring whispers of love and gratitude in return.

I press a flood of gratitude through the bond, catching them before sleep takes them. Not just for the amazing sex we had tonight or fulfilling my Frenzy, but also for the unconditional love and acceptance they have shown me. They never gave up on me, even when things got tough. And for the first time, the five of us sleeping together in one bed.

I've never been happier.