Battered Not Broken (14 page)

As if on cue, Conner relinquished his
position at her feet and the three of them shifted and changed
places. The eldest at their mate’s feet, the second eldest, Conner,
to his right and the youngest, Max, to his left.

Ronan whispered the ancient words, so similar
to those that allowed his change, yet different. He asked the Maker
to bless their mating, to grant Gillian’s womb to bear fruit and to
grant their seed the power to join them. As the chant finished, his
gaze met his sweet Gillian’s.

“We’re mating now, aren’t we?” Curiosity and
a hit of anticipation colored her voice.

“We are.” He nodded. “Do you accept us,
Gillian? Accept the three Bearclaw brothers as your mates in this
life and all that follow?”

“Yes.” She squirmed beneath his gaze, her
knees pressed together as if trying to ease an ache. He’d ease it
for her, they all would.

Grasping her ankles, Ronan removed one boot
and then the next. Her socks quickly followed, as did her jeans and
panties. As he worked on shedding the clothes on her lower half,
Max and Conner worked on the upper half of her body. Soon, she lay
naked before them.

“What about you?” Her bare foot slid against
his cotton-covered thigh.

Ronan blushed, heat infused his cheeks before
he rose from the bed and stripped, as did his brothers. They hadn’t
really planned mating right this moment with Gillian and it showed,
but she didn’t seem to mind. She lay passive; fingers trailing
across her breasts, sliding lower to her delicate curls. Grasping
her wrist, he stopped her from going further.

She poked out her lower lip. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself, Gilly.” Crawling back between
Gillian’s raised knees, he waited for his brothers to join him, and
noticed Max had remembered to grab the lube.
Thank God.
Ronan’s thoughts so centered on tasting Gillian’s sweet cream, he’d
forgotten about his other duties to her.

Taking her hand in his, he slid it higher to
rest on her breast. “Here or on them, but below the waist is mine
for a while, Gilly.”

Whimpering, she nodded and tweaked her
nipple, gaze bouncing between Max and Conner. As much as he wanted
to taste the sweet berries of her breasts, his job was to see all
aspects of the mating went smoothly, including breaching the
possibly virgin territory of Gilly’s ass.

Ronan lowered his face to her golden
hair-dusted mound and inhaled her scent—the sweet vanilla mint musk
that’d drawn his attention the first day she ventured into their
home. His cock ached and pulsed with the need to claim and mate
with their Gillian.

Extending his tongue, he delved between her
sodden folds, lapping at the tender skin and flesh beneath his
mouth. Her taste exploded on his tongue, his beast scratching at
the ethereal veil held in place by the Maker. Her musk intoxicated
him as she writhed beneath his mouth. He lapped at her clit,
sucking the bit of flesh and demanding her orgasm.

Bathing his fingers in her cream, he thrust
two fingers into her heated passage. The snug fit strangling his
digits with their strength as her muscles clamped down on the
invasion. She screamed, her voice echoing against the wood plank
walls of their home. His gaze traveled her body and he watched as
she stroked his brothers, their heads thrown back as she pleasured
them. Soon, soon they’d all feel the rapture of coming together as
one.

Closing his eyes again, he focused on his
task. Ensuring their mate was prepared for their joining had fallen
to him and he would not fail. Adding droplets of lube to his
fingers, he nudged her knees wider until his brothers helped him,
grabbing a leg behind each knee and holding her open to him. Cunt
and ass exposed to his questing hands, two fingers teased her
puckered hole.

Gillian’s back entrance clenched beneath his
gentle probing, as if begging him to enter her quickly. His cock
ached and pulsed in time with the tightening of her pussy and ass
while his beast pressed against the veil. His fathers had warned
him of this time when his control would be tested by the Maker. To
fail would mean the death of those he loved most.

Sliding his fingers past the first ring of
muscle, Gillian’s muscles tensed, her legs nearly clamping around
his head. Growling low enough for only his brothers to hear, he
felt her legs widen in response. Good, they needed to focus on the
ritual and not their own pleasure for now. Stretching Gillian’s
back entrance, he pushed his fingers further, her dark hole
spreading and stretching to accommodate his invasion.

He pumped in and out of her pussy and ass in
time with the suction he applied to her clit. They couldn’t proceed
without her orgasm, without offering her climax as a gift to the
Maker. Curling the fingers in her pussy, he fluttered the tips
along what he hoped were the bundle of nerves that would bring her
orgasm to the surface. Gillian’s hips rose from the bed, rocking
and pressing harder to his face. Inhaling the scent of her
increased musk, he darted his tongue to her core, lapping at the
newest rush of cream bathing his fingers.

Gillian’s screams and moans grew as his
fingers and mouth worked her until finally her body tensed,
freezing in mid-air, her cunt and ass tightening to the point of
pain around his fingers as she released a guttural moan.

Her come bathed his fingers and his beast
took a running leap at the veil. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought
the urge to change without the Maker’s help and resisted the pull
of the wild. Winning this first battle, he opened his eyes to see
his brothers watching him warily.

Releasing Gillian’s clit, he slid his fingers
free of her body and rose to his knees, smiling to Conner and Max.
They had passed the first phase of the mating. The heat of their
woman had not pushed Ronan too far and now they were ready.

“Now, let us begin the mating.” Ronan lifted
a boneless Gillian into his arms, allowing his brothers to lie in
their places.

*

“Begin?” They had to be kidding. Gillian was
done already. The orgasm Ronan had wrenched from her had been the
most powerful release of her life.
Begin?

Ronan cradled her against his chest. She laid
her head on his shoulder and listened to the beat of his heart,
rapidly pulsing against her ear. He hadn’t been unaffected. Eyes
drifting closed, she allowed her men to position her as they
desired, trusting they would care for her as they had for the past
week and a half. When done, she lay chest to chest with Conner,
knees on either side of his hips and his cock straining toward her
pussy. Max knelt behind her with his cock nestled in the crack of
her ass, while Ronan’s strained inches from her face.

Ronan cupped her cheek, drawing her gaze from
his shaft, up his body to his eyes. “We’ll all love you together,
Gilly.”

Extending her tongue and shifting forward,
she managed to capture a drop of his essence before he could stop
her. Nature, pure and wild with a hint of hickory, burst on her
tongue. Her men looked the same, but inside, they differed so
greatly.

Max’s cock, slick with cool lube, probed her
back entrance, begging to be granted entry.

Whimpering, the pressure growing as he
pressed forward, she looked to Ronan. “It’s okay, Gilly, press out,
let Max in. It’ll feel so good, love, so good.”

She did as he asked, she felt Max’s width
slide into her depths, stretching her wide, wakening nerves and
sending the tingle of arousal coursing through her. Pressing back
against Max, she eased more of his cock into her passage amid his
groans and moans. More, she needed and wanted more of Max within
her. When his groin met her backside, she whimpered. Gillian ached
with the need to be filled further. Looking down into Conner’s
eyes, she imagined she’d get her wish.

A tap of her cheek brought her attention back
to Ronan. “Now Conner, Gilly. He’s going to fill you, stretch you
so wide, but you’ll love it.” His thumb traced circles on her
cheek.

At her nod she felt Conner’s hand snake
between them, skimming her chest, abdomen and lower belly before he
moved his cock, poising it at her entrance. “Gotta move together,
poppet. Ease on down, take me inside you.”

Biting her lower lip, she stared into his
eyes as she did as he asked. Lowering her body, rocking back onto
his cock, she cried out at the feeling of being so filled. Her
pussy felt as if it were ready to tear. “Conner…”

“Easy, Gilly, I’ve got you.” His hand slid
from his cock and his callused fingertips stroked her silken folds,
strumming her clit to life. Her pussy clenched around his cock and
she moved against her two men, taking Conner deeper. “That’s it,
Gilly. So hot, so tight.”

His fingers played over her newly aroused
nubbin, causing her cunt to ripple and tighten around Conner’s
welcome intrusion. Pressing her face to his neck, she rocked back
and forth on Max and Conner’s cocks, gasping with each withdrawal
and surge forward. Her orgasm approached again, skittering along
her spine with renewed fervor.

Ronan stroked her face, brushing the hair out
of her eyes and capturing her attention again. “Slowly Conner. Our
mate must come with us and not before.”

“Spoil…” She gasped and whined as Conner
slowed his magical fingers. “Sport.” “Open for me, Gilly, take me
in. We’ll all come together when it’s time; you need to bring us
with you.” Ronan ordered, a growl, deep and earthy had entered his
voice as the tip of his cock probed her mouth.

Licking her lips, she opened for him, taking
him deep with one giant suck. She wanted all her men had to give.
Now. Rocking and shifting above Conner, she worked their cocks in
and out of her body, tugging, sucking and tightening every hole
they filled. Conner’s hands twirled her aching clit, tapping it
with each thrust backwards. Max stroked and skimmed her back,
occasionally squeezing her ass when she tightened around him.

Trusting Conner and Max to guide her
movements, she focused on giving Ronan pleasure. The man always
held a tight control and she wanted to break, or at least bend, it
a little. Flicking the underside of his cock with every suck, she
licked the crown of his shaft, pressing her tongue into his slit
before sliding down his shaft again. When the tip of his cock
touched the back of her throat, she swallowed instinctively, taking
him deeper into her mouth.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over
again she swallowed, thrust against and fucked her three men, her
mates, urging them toward their orgasm even as she chased her own.
It lingered at the edge of her consciousness, sliding along her
spine, spreading from head to toe. The feelings of warmth enveloped
her body and focused on her mates’ point of entry. Her mouth, cunt
and ass heated with each continued stroke. She increased her pace,
working and begging for their release. Gillian ached to be filled
by their seed.

Basking in their love, she listened as they
began to chant in time with their lovemaking. Eyes drifting closed,
the image of the three of them joined, loving one another, flitted
through her mind. Their bodies became encased in the mystical fog,
seeping into their pores, joining them in a way they never
imagined.

As the fog in her mind receded, Gillian’s
orgasm burst forth, shooting through her, she screamed around
Ronan’s shaft. The feeling of shattering into a thousand pieces
suddenly overtook her.

The dark taste of his seed spilled across her
tongue and she drank from his cock as if drinking from a fountain.
Every drop and pulse flowed freely down her throat. Max and Conner
gripped her hips and the heated splash of their release flooded
into her passages. They’d come together, sharing in the intimate
release as one.

Licking and sucking the last bit of Ronan’s
come from his deflating erection, Gillian reluctantly released him,
easing him from her mouth. Max withdrew from her ass in slow,
aching movements, leaving her empty. Last was Conner. He slid her
to his side, holding and petting her as he slid his cock free of
her pussy. Tired, aching, she drifted to sleep, her men, her mates,
surrounding her.

Minutes or hours later, Gillian awoke to her
mates crowded around her, staring at her chest. “I know my breasts
are great, guys, but they’re not all that.”

She chuckled at her own joke, shivering when
Ronan traced a circle above her left breast. “You belong to us now,
Gilly.”

Smiling, she cupped Ronan’s cheek. “I know,
love, I know.”

“No,” he affirmed. “You are ours. The Maker
has blessed our union.” He stroked her breast again.

Following his finger, she found a mark that
hadn’t been there before. Above her left breast a midnight black
tattoo of a bear’s paw had appeared as she slept.

Staring from one brother to the next, she
found tears brimming, threatening to spill at any moment. She
wished she could hug them all at once, but the best she could do
was love them.

“I am yours. Forever.”

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