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“So, you slipped into my mind and filled it with obscene dreams?”
“You cannot blame those images on us,” Draven insisted, one corner of his mouth lifting in a subtle grin. “We enjoyed sharing pleasure with you immensely, but the content of those dreams was entirely your doing. Your body hungers for its mates. Even before you knew we existed, your subconscious reached out for us.”
“I don’t believe you.” She swallowed with difficulty and averted her gaze. Those dreams had been detailed and intensely erotic. All she had to do was close her eyes and she could feel them touching her, filling her, thrusting hard into her, front and back. “What does this have to do with finding me?”
“We used the connection to track you,” Draven told her. “It also proves that your mind is attempting to free itself from the unnatural bonds. The energy you possess is powerful. With or without our help, it will find a way out.”
“He’s right.” Noratu pressed in close behind her again, lightly resting his hands on her hips. “If we do not release your energy, it will burst free on its own. That could be destructive to you and others.”
His touch was making her restless and hot. It was as if she could sense the fire inside him, seething, churning, searching for a path through which to escape.
“Stop being obstinate and finish undressing so we can begin the ritual.”
Rather than argue with Draven, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. They didn’t care about her. How could they? They didn’t know her. They were desperate to possess a conduit. Unfortunately for them, she didn’t believe in war. She thought killing to bring about peace was irrational. “I want to speak with my grandmother.”
“You are stalling,” Draven countered. “You know everything you need to know until your power has been released.”
“Flora, there is no reason for your stubbornness,” Noratu coaxed. “We will not harm you. You have my word.”
“The more we rationalize, the more she argues,” Draven concluded, meeting Noratu’s gaze over her head. After another moment of silence communication, his penetrating gaze shifted back to her. “What did I tell you when I first brought you to this cabin?”
She continued to glare in silent protest.
“There are consequences for disobedience. You were given a directive. Obey it now or you will be punished.”
He’d spanked her already and she’d survived. She was not going to strip off her clothes and open her thighs simply because he’d issued the order.
They both pounced at the same time. Flora cried out, shocked by their sudden aggression. Draven ripped open her bra and dragged the straps down her arms then he spun her around so Noratu could work on her jeans. Draven trapped her arms at her sides, so Noratu could pull off her shoes and then her jeans and panties. In less than a minute she was naked and bent over the foot of the bed.
“I hate you! I hate you both!”
Noratu held her down while Draven spanked her. There were no teasing caresses, no further warnings, he just slapped her bottom over and over. She screamed and called him every vile name she knew, but nothing she did affected his behavior. His hand fell steadily, the impact firm yet controlled. Her bottom was still tender from before, so the swats hurt even more than they had the first time.
Struggling against Noratu’s hold quickly tired her. She fisted her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to tune out the discomfort and indignity. She was naked and helpless in front of two strangers. She was completely at their mercy. They could, and soon would do whatever they wanted with her.
An odd ache erupted in her core as her mind raced on ahead. Would they fuck her one at a time or together as they had in her dreams? Maybe one would hold her down while the other ravaged her, taking what he wanted regardless of her protests. The possibility should have been horrifying. Instead, she was titillated, aroused. She’d always been attracted to strong, aggressive men, and these two validated her grandmother’s warnings.
Draven’s hand continued to fall, the sting compounding. She squirmed, upset more by the stimulating heat than the discomfort. She pressed her thighs together trying to combat the ache. They had a contract that made her their mate. From their perspective, fucking her was the next logical step. They honestly believed that she was the one being unreasonable.
Frustration welled inside her, filling her eyes with tears. She wasn’t afraid of the pain. Even the humiliation was bearable. But how was she supposed to combat her own desire? Her nipples pebbled against the bedding and her clit began to tingle. Her core ached and her entire body felt feverish. She rocked her hips, unable to stop the instinctive movement.
“Open your legs,” Draven ordered.
She knew damn well what he’d find if she did. She shook her head, muffling a moan against the bedding.
Draven forced her legs apart with his feet, then slapped the insides of her thighs. “When I tell you to do something, do it!”
“Is she as wet as she smells?” Noratu asked.
Draven slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her slippery folds. “Oh, yes. So very wet.”
A fresh rush of humiliation washed over Flora. Why did having her bottom bared and spanked make her desperate for sex? It didn’t make sense. One had nothing to do with the other. Even so, she couldn’t deny the connection. Something about discipline aroused her passions, made her ache to be taken roughly.
“Your upbringing has left you at a distinct disadvantage.” Compassion made Noratu’s voice low and velvety. He drew her arms above her head and wrapped his fingers around her wrists. This left his other hand free to wander. “You must learn what it means to be Altorian.” He caressed her shoulders and back, dipping down along her sides to tease the swell of her breasts. Then his fingers trailed over her burning ass cheeks, reigniting the sting and intensifying the heat. “Your body recognizes its masters. Your instincts are urging you to submit.”
Draven picked up where Noratu left off. “You have been taught that surrender equals weakness.” He continued to tease her pussy with feather-light touches, but his passion-thickened voice promised more pain. “You are not human. You must be dominated. Only by surrendering control will you ever find contentment.”
She shook her head. She was a strong independent woman. She would never want someone to ‘master’ her. And yet images from her past mocked her conclusion. She’d had a grand total of two lovers. Both had been tender, making love to her patiently. She’d enjoyed being with them, but something was always missing. She’d lain in bed after sex and longed for something she couldn’t quite define, something elusive and just out of reach.
