His hand rocks, his fingers finding my g-spot and I am struggling to keep my noises to a minimum.
“Ben, how easily do these humans peak if this outer nub is attended to?”
Oh, fuck, no, please, I think frantically,I will never be able to keep it together if they play with my clit.That traitorous part of my brain reminds me:Let them think you welcome their touch. Gain their trust through sex. Use this. Come all over their stupid stone hands.
“Fairly easily,” Ben says, “To the point that care must be taken to avoid letting our bodies rub against it if she’s being punished.”
I frown, but my world has shrunken to the points of cool contact of their skin; Arch behind me and inside me, Ben and Theo holding me open.
“Tug her little ass down more,” Arch commands, and they do.
Someone’s hand is at the trainer and I cry out.
“No, please...”
“Hush sweetling. You don’t have any choice here. Your choice was made when you signed the treaty. Now we’ll train your bodyto feel pleasure when your bottom is being opened, so that you may find as much joy in it as our females.”
And with that, he tugs the trainer loose and starts to fuck me with with it, as Arch rubs my g-spot. Ben places a large hand on me, flat across my lower belly, his thumb tentatively finding my clit, and starts to circle it slowly.
My body is nothing but pleasure as I rock and arch and whimper and six cool hands hold me, keeping me on this plane of existence.
“That’s it, little one,” Arch says, “You’re doing so well.”
His rumbling resumes and Ben speaks quietly, “Good girl for us, our little flower, that’s right. Just relax.”
Theo presses his face to the side of mine, and I think he wants my mouth, but I don’t give it. He whispers, “Let go, sweetling. Fall off the edge. We’ll always be here to catch you.”
I swear my body burns up, the cool of their stone skin keeping me from dying completely.
Chapter Fifteen
Ebenezer
Our poor little bride was limp when we rolled her over to insert the next trainer. She whined and we shushed her, tails stroking. We eased her to the edge of the bed so that we could taste her. She tastes perfect, tangier than our females, and none of us seem to be able to get enough of her squeals as we use our long tongues inside her. Each time she is close, we work the toy in her ass out to fuck her with it. She always pleads no, and always, eventually, finishes so hard that I’m damn near worried.
Arch takes her to the shower to clean her up when Theo and I realize we should make some food for all of us. We quickly slice bread and apples and cheese and pour glasses of water. Theo looks like a peacock, quite pleased with himself. I can’t say that I’m not feeling similar and that worries me. I know she’s just a human woman, but I can’t shake the fear that she’s a Rebel; that she’ll ruin us somehow.
Arch carries our bride out and sets her on my lap as I sit at the table. She’s awake but obviously exhausted. I offer her bits of food which she eats out of my hand, as tame as a housepet. Arch has a grin upon his face and even though I’m preening internally, again, I can’t shake the feeling she’s playing us somehow.Which is ridiculous.
“It’s time, little one,” Arch says as he stands, clearing the table. I lift her easily and she stays relaxed in my arms. “Put her on the bench.”
I glide down to the living room and ease her onto the bench. I stroke her back. “Surely, I don’t need to restrain you, do I, bride?”
She shakes her head meekly.
I slap her ass. “‘No, Sir’ is the response. Don’t think because we’ve given you pleasure that we are not in charge.”
“No, Sir,” she says, not a hint of defiance in her voice.
I want her submission.No, I fucking need it. More than anything.
Perhaps at that I will stop worrying that she is going to try something again. Besides, it’s ingrained, our omegas living to please our alphas and our alphas living to please our omegas. It’s how our species has lived for centuries.
An idea hits me and I pull her off the breeding bench carefully, placing her on her feet. “Stand, little flower,” I whisper, my face leaned down to nuzzle against her ear.
She does, though I hold onto her until her legs are steady. I turn and pace towards the fireplace before facing her. I glare at Arch and Theo and they soon join me, standing bare chested on either side of me.
“Bride. I know our start has been rocky. But if you will bond with us, we promise you that you will be revered, spoiled, pleasured. You will spend time with other centers of powerful chimes in our region, you will be allowed to make decisions, trusted, and in time... loved.”
