Raines, Elizabeth - Marooned [Wicked Missions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

She should reach out to them now, shake them awake and have them hurl her to the ground to be gremtil food. A much better end than facing what she would need of both Matt and Drake should she allow the change to happen with them near.

She was ashamed, embarrassed that these two men would now know the secrets of her world, especially those held so closely by the women of Fraiqua. But her partner and the ambassador were human. They would
never
understand. They’d think her ways disgusting and would never look at her again the same way should she stay. Nor could they ever truly be her mates. So why did their presence set off the
comchi?
No, she should jump.
Now
.

A low groan rumbled through her as more and more of her intellectual control was swept aside by the growing needs of her body. Her nipples hardened as the exquisite scents of the men lying on either side of her rolled through her, branding her heart and sending spasms to her core. Despite one last fruitless struggle against the urge, she couldn’t help herself from turning to Matt, the man whose fragrance she recognized and desired even before the
comchi
.

As he slept, sprawled on his back, she pressed her nose against the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder and inhaled his masculine aroma. She’d always loved his cologne, but that wasn’t what caused her to growl in want this time. It was his essence, his own unique scent that ended the last of her ability to think at all.

Betinsa became a creature of a sexual need so strong, nothing would stop her from claiming her mates, from doing whatever she had to so that she could feel their cocks deep inside her sex. With a feral snarl, she ripped the clothes from her body. Then she crawled on top of him, bared her new fangs, and sank them into Matt’s shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Matt woke with a start, a warm weight pinning him to the platform and a sharp pain slicing through his sleep. Funny, but the hurt quickly changed to intense pleasure that shot straight to his dick, especially when he realized the weight was Betinsa lying on top of him as if lost in some erotic dream.

Shit, but she’d be embarrassed when she woke up, especially when she found out she was naked and had been trying to give him a hickey, albeit roughly. She wanted to mark him?
Fine!

Wrapping his arms around her, he tried to gently move her away before things got too out of control. She clung to him like her life depended on it. Her teeth were still embedded in his skin, and he wasn’t sure why she bit him or why she tenaciously held tight to his body. The haze of sleep had burned away to become a desire so fierce, he had to fight hard not to jerk down his pants and thrust deep inside her. He no longer cared where they were or that Drake was only a few feet away. He wanted this woman, and he wanted her so fiercely, he feared he’d die if he didn’t have her.
Now
. “Tinsa… God, I want you.”

His hands wandered her body, down her back, over her hips, settling against her firm backside as he pulled her hard against his groin. Her hips undulated against his, and a feminine growl rose from her chest. She released the hold her teeth had on him and pushed back to stare down into his eyes as she straddled him. Her fingers tangled in the patch of hair on his chest, tugging hard as she panted for breath.

Her pupils had dilated so wide, her sapphire eyes were now nearly black. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips that were still moist with drops of his blood. That’s when he saw the fangs. “What’s happening to you?”

Drake replied as he moved closer before he knelt next to the couple. “I was warned this might happen. It’s the
comchi
.”

Betinsa turned her head, crooked her finger, and purred at the ambassador, “Join us…”

Matt was fighting his own crushing desires as he tried to figure out exactly what was wrong with his partner. “What’s the
comchi?
”

“She needs to mate. With both of us.”

“Excuse me?”

Before Drake could answer him, Betinsa reached over to grasp his upper arm and jerk him closer. Lowering her head, she sniffed and licked from his neck to his ear. “You smell wonderful…” With no warning, she bared her fangs and sank them into Drake.

His arms shot out to wrap around her shoulders, and a groan rose from his chest. All Matt could do was watch the couple completing some sort of ritual, the same one she’d just inflicted on him. What the hell did it mean? And what did Drake say about needing to mate with…
both
of them?

Betinsa pulled back, smiling the same sensual smile at Drake she’d given Matt after she’d bitten him. Then she turned her attention back to Matt. Her hands spread over his bare chest, her fingers stopping to tweak his nipples before moving lower. She popped the snap on his shorts and then dragged the zipper down.

He grabbed her wrists. “Tinsa…” All she did was smile and pull away from his hold. Not that he’d given her much resistance. Everything inside him was screaming for her in a way he’d never felt for any other woman. Having Drake near wasn’t even a deterrent. He was going to fuck this woman, the one he’d dreamt about for as long as he’d known her. He would deal with all the ramifications later.

His shorts and briefs were dragged down his legs before Betinsa threw them aside. He tried to take control, to roll her to her back, but she pushed his shoulders down. Then her blue fingers wrapped around his cock. He groaned and dropped his head back against the pillow.

Betinsa’s thumb brushed over the fluid leaking from the head of his cock, smearing it around and around before she bent her head to lick him. Matt groaned again and tried to sit up on his elbows so he could watch what she was doing to him. Her tongue swirled around the crown once, twice, then she trailed it down his length all the way to his scrotum before she sat back up and again straddled his hips.

From behind her, a pair of hands reached around to palm her breasts. Drake was evidently ready to be included in their little party. Matt hadn’t been part of a threesome before, but at that moment, anything Betinsa wanted, she was damn well going to get. He was helpless to deny her, and he figured Drake was as consumed by what was happening to all of them as he was. The bite had worked some kind of magic on his body and through his thoughts. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the beautiful woman pressing her hot, wet pussy against his hard cock.

Betinsa leaned back, drowning in the touch of her mates. Drake pressed kisses against her neck, his hands massaging her breasts before his fingers tweaked the nipples into hard nubs. She arched back, pressing against his firm chest. She couldn’t think, only feel as she became a creature of need and want. “Now, Matt!” was all she could manage as she feared the passion building inside her would flare so hot it would consume her body and her soul.

His hand reached between him, but instead of holding his cock and surging inside her, he separated her folds until his fingers found her clitoris. One rub and a cascade of sensations ripped through her womb, making her rock hard against his teasing hand. Words spilled from her lips, Fraiqui words that her mates would never understand of how much she loved them, of how wonderful they were making her feel, how she could never leave them. She felt free to say anything—everything—knowing they could never understand her words. Even if they could possibly figure out the meaning, Betinsa couldn’t hold them back.

Matt continued his torture until she reared her head back and shouted as everything inside her tightened to a hard knot, threatening to snap at any moment. “Please!” she begged. “Now, Matt!”

A gentle probing of the swollen head of his cock was followed by a sharp pain as he pierced the veil of her innocence. She cried out, grabbing his shoulders and sinking her nails into his supple muscles.

“Tinsa…” He stared down at the flecks of blood on his lap. “You’re a virgin?”

“Don’t stop! Please!”

Matt couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. He hadn’t known he would claim her virginity, but he brushed that concern aside for now, helpless against the demands of his body and his need for her. He pushed his hips up to thrust deep inside her again, nearly spilling himself at the tight, hot feel of the walls of her pussy squeezing him tight. A woman had never felt so right to him, fitting his dick like a second skin. Her words were a melody, ringing in his ears along with her cries of pleasure.

Gripping her hips, he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, wanting to bury himself so deeply inside her that they became one body. “Betinsa… God, you feel…so good.”

Something inside him—some urge he couldn’t contain—forced him to sit up, grab the back of her neck, and pull her back down with him. Capturing her mouth for a fierce kiss, he ran his tongue over her fangs before feeling his own teeth start to grow. He thrust his cock up into her tight sheath, again and again, and when his orgasm began, when his balls felt as if they would explode from the intense need to spend his seed inside her, he pulled her down against him and sank his teeth in the softness of the crook of her neck.

The tangy taste of her blood filled Matt’s mouth as his cock filled her body with his essence in a release so strong, so overpowering, he hoped it would never end. Pulling back his teeth, he licked the small, round wounds he’d made in her skin as his fangs receded. After a few more small pushes into her body, he collapsed back onto the bedding, too exhausted to move.

Betinsa leaned down, brushed a kiss over his handsome mouth, and then rolled away from him, breaking her first sexual connection with a man.

No, not a man.
A mate
. Matt was a part of her now, his essence nurtured deep inside her body. But it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t done. With a growl, she turned on her knees to face Drake—her other mate. On hands and knees, she stalked him.

Drake was ready for her, having cast aside his shorts when he realized what was happening to Betinsa. The feral smile on her face filled him with lust strong enough to block out all his training to be an ambassador—a witness to other cultures and not a participant. Damn, but he wanted her. All rational thought fled as he dropped to his own hands and knees and met her in the middle.

Betinsa tried to take the lead, to force him back against the platform, but Drake wouldn’t allow it. He fought with her, grabbing her shoulders and wrestling until he pinned her beneath him. When her arms shot up, her nails prepared to scratch his face, he grabbed her wrists. Stretching her arms above her head, he blanketed her with his body.

Skin to skin was paradise. She felt feverish, the heat of her blood infecting his. Shifting to keep her wrists secure with one hand, he buried the other in that luxurious mass of dark curls he’d fantasized about touching from the moment he’d met her. The strands were softer than silk, and so long, he could twist them around his fist. Pulling her head back, Drake covered his lips with hers, his tongue claiming her mouth in a kiss almost brutal in its intensity.

Betinsa answered his urgency with her own, her tongue every bit as wild as she raised her legs and wiggled her core against his swollen dick. He couldn’t wait any longer, and just as she wrapped her legs around his hips, he felt his canine teeth grow from his gums, forming small fangs. Instinctively, he knew exactly what to do with them. Releasing her hands, he grasped her shoulders as he pushed the head of his cock against her pussy. With one thrust, he entered her as he sank his new sharp teeth into the soft skin of her neck.

Betinsa screamed, but not in pain. Drake was such a large man, his invasion feeling as if he’d slammed against her womb. Yet she craved it, the pain warring with the pleasure as she rocked her hips hard against his, matching him each time his body pounded into hers. Harder. Faster. More. More. More.

Her nails scored his shoulders before she tangled her fingers through his long hair. Then the raging fire again swept through her body just as it had when Matt had reached the pinnacle with her, starting in her core and fanning out to consume Drake. As he wrenched his mouth away, he shouted her name as his hot semen blasted inside her, creating even more spasms from deep within her core.

After a few moments of bearing her mate’s satisfying weight, she sighed as he rolled to his side. Hopping to his feet, he crouched down, swept her into his arms, and carried her back to where Matt lay on his side, propped up on an elbow and clearly watching them. Drake set her down next to Matt and then sprawled down on the blankets.

Matt turned her to face him, laid down, and hauled her up against his chest. Drake molded his front to her back. Snuggled between her two new mates, Betinsa closed her eyes.

Sanity slowly returned, and she realized the morning would bring questions, but hopefully no regrets. Although she should be anxious about their reactions and whether they would view what had just passed between the three of them as beautiful or as sordid, her body and mind were so sated and at peace, worry simply couldn’t take hold. With a sigh, she surrendered.