Mail-Order Bride [Taos Wolven Mates] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

Granted, her maids never massaged her scalp so gently. They had scrubbed at her head with their fingernails as though trying to dig the skin from her skull. And no one had ever touched her more intimate parts the way Tarin had. Even she had never touched herself in such an erotic way.

  His hand beneath the washcloth did more than wash her body. It enflamed her as he moved the cloth so sensuously over her flesh and massaged that little nub between her legs that until recently had lain dormant. Now they both patted her dry as though she were some princess and they her servants.

  At first struck with the urge to giggle at her last thought, Dana gasped when she felt one of them close their warm mouth over her nipple and suckled, his teeth scraping gently over the taut flesh. Her legs nearly gave out when the other, she was sure it was Tarin by the feel of his facial stubble against her flesh, took the other hard peak into his mouth.

  What was this she submitted herself to? This bliss, this ever building crescendo within her was strange and wonderful all at the same time. Wrapping her arms around their heads, Dana did the only thing she could think of and held them to her as they took her to heaven and back again.

  Why didn’t the girls at Agatha’s tell her about this…this all-consuming need she felt when they caressed her? Was it something she experienced because her men weren’t of her world? Did they know something the men on Earth did not?

  Tarin caught her when her knees buckled, and he carried her to one of the thick mattresses on the floor, Lorcan following behind them.

  Dana wasn’t prepared for this. She didn’t know how to tell them that this was too much for her. The pleasure, the decadence of what they did, carried her to the edge of some precipice she had no idea how to keep from toppling over. She sensed that soon, very soon, something would drive her close to that edge and she would fall. Her question was, would she survive?

  “Did we ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Tarin asked as he moved up her body to press his lips gently against hers. Finally, he kissed her. She was beginning to wonder if they kissed on their planet and she had wanted to know what it felt like.

  It felt…heavenly. Dana sighed into his mouth and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue between her lips. Her eyes flew open with surprise. No one ever told her about that! With a slight smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. No matter. She liked it. He palmed the back of her head, his fingers sifting through her wet hair as he kissed his way across her collarbone to the side of her neck.

  Dana panted with need. Her lungs labored to draw breath as their mouths made a leisurely journey over her quivering flesh.

  Lorcan moved to breathe into her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman we have ever seen.”

  Dana gasped as he thrust his tongue into her ear then suckled the lobe. Whatever came of this night, of this bargain that she had made with these two men she’d just met, felt right. It felt as though she’d known them forever. Whatever happened, tonight was hers and she refused to regret it.

  “Open your eyes, love.” Tarin breathed the words against her skin. “We want you to see us, to look at us, to know that we are your mates and that we will never harm you. In fact, we both would die for you.”

  Smiling, Dana reached up to cup their cheeks, her thumb feathering over their bottom lips. “I hope it never comes to that. I think I’m going to like being your wife.”

  “We can only hope so, baby,” Tarin said before he lowered his head to her breast once again. Slowly, he moved his hand down over her stomach. Dana sucked in her breath as his hand skimmed over the sensitive skin, moving lower still to the curls at the apex of her thighs.

  She gasped when his fingers dipped lower into her sex, his experienced fingers circling her clit. With a groan, Dana instinctively spread her legs, allowing him easier access to her sex.

  It wasn’t until Lorcan moved from her side to crawl up between her legs that she had any worry at all. With no warning, Lorcan settled himself between her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders, and lowered his head to her already sensitive flesh.

  Dana screamed when his mouth made contact with her sex, his tongue laving the hard nub between her legs. He lapped at her like some great cat licking cream from a saucer. A great pleasure-pain built within her as he continued to take her to the edge, repeatedly teasing her with the promise of release before slowly bringing her back down.

  Tarin continued to alternately kiss her and suckle her nipples as his friend continued to ruthlessly bring her to near orgasm again and again until she was ready to scream out her frustration.

  Finally, when she was ready to beg for release, Lorcan raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. “Come for me, Dana,” he said just before he lowered his head, his lips circling her clit. He pulled it ruthlessly into his mouth, suckling hard as Tarin’s mouth tugged at her breast. It gave her exactly what she needed to finally reach the summit and Dana dove head first into the dark abyss that awaited her.

  A scream bubbled from her throat as the world burst into a million tiny shards of light. Her body arched up off the bed, pressing her breasts tighter against Tarin’s warm mouth. She screamed again when he bit gently down on her sensitized nipple, as he reached across her and tugged on the other hard nub.

  For a moment, Dana lay on the bed, quivering with aftershocks while her men kissed their way back up her body. What was next? Intellectually, she knew, but how would it feel? The girls at her uncle’s establishment said it would hurt the first time. Should she believe it? After all, their tales had been incorrect so far. Was this what most of the women at Agatha’s talked about with such disgust? How could any woman find something that felt so…so amazing as repugnant as they had made it sound? Dana could see how they wouldn’t like to do this with just anyone, but having this sort of…connection with these two men wasn’t horrible all. In fact, it was something she could imagine doing over and over again.

  Perhaps having two men who wanted to marry her wasn’t a bad thing after all. When she answered their request for a mail-order bride, she had wished for one husband and gotten two instead. The only question was did she have the courage to keep them? Dana shivered at the intriguing thought.

  Lorcan must have mistaken her shiver of delight for fear. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Be calm, little one. All is as it should be.”

  Dana shivered again as his warm breath wafted over her nape and he chuckled. “Our mate is sensitive here, old friend,” he said to Tarin. “Perhaps we should investigate her other responsive areas.”

  “I believe we should.” Tarin leaned down and blew warm air into her ear, making Dana shiver again.

  Dana squeezed her eyes shut, afraid that this was nothing more than a fantasy, a dream. Was it just yesterday that she had run from her uncle’s establishment because she feared this kind of intimacy? It didn’t seem possible that she was now on this ship, in these men’s arms, enjoying the pleasure they doled out to her so generously.

  After all of her fears, here she was with these two men doing everything in their power to please her. The only thing that she feared now was that she would not survive it, and why didn’t she care if she didn’t?

  Earlier, she would have thought this all a horrendous nightmare. Now she wondered if it all wasn’t a wonderful, erotic dream that would suddenly end. Would she survive it if it did?

  Leaning over her, Lorcan pressed his lips against hers, his tongue caressing the seam of her mouth, begging entrance. With a low moan, Dana opened her mouth. His tongue swept inside, tasting her, mapping the inside of her mouth as she clung to him.

  She felt Tarin lower his head to her breast, his teeth gently tugging on her turgid nipple. When Lorcan broke their kiss and took the tip of her other breast into his mouth, suckling strongly while his fingers circled her sensitive clit, Dana arched up with surprise, her eyes and mouth wide open.

  “Oh, my…my…” Words failed her as they continued to suckle her while she held them to her breasts.


  Raising his head, Lorcan stared deep into her eyes. “I will make you mine, now Dana. In the eyes of my people we will be wed. If you object, you must say so now. Once it is done, it cannot be undone.”

  Tears filled Dana’s eyes at his thoughtfulness. He could have just done it, but he gave her a choice. If she didn’t want him, now was the time to say so.

  Reaching up, she cupped the sides of his face. “I do want you, Lorcan, more than I thought possible.”

  Closing his eyes, Lorcan released a deep breath. “I hoped you would say that.” Moving lower, he moved between her legs. “I want you to know, this may hurt a bit at first, then the pain will give way to pleasure.” Reaching down, he positioned himself at the opening of her sex. “Try to relax when I push inside you. It will hurt less if you can.”

  Dana wasn’t sure if she could. The girls at Agatha’s told her this was a painful business, and it must be true, if Lorcan warned her of it. “I’ll try.”

  Tarin kissed her on the forehead. “We know you will, love. We’re just trying to make it better for you.”

  Dana smiled. Didn’t they know they had already made it better than she thought possible after all the horror stories she heard? “I know you were.”

  “Ready?” Lorcan asked as he flexed his hips forward. “I’m going to tell you exactly what I am doing. It can’t hurt for me to talk, and some women find it enjoyable.”

  “All right.” Dana panted as he continued to move forward.

  “I’m just going to ease my cock into your tight pussy.” He groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, I can hardly stand it.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. “Let me know if this hurts too bad. I’m trying to be as gentle as I can.” He looked up at his friend. “Try to distract her, Tarin.”

  At Lorcan’s instruction, Tarin reached across her body and tugged on her sensitized nipples. Dana arched up into his hands, wanting this, needing this.

  Lorcan gave several short thrusts, forcing his hard cock deeper and deeper inside her. After one blast of sharp pain, it was over. Lorcan had his shaft buried deep inside her pussy and lay above her, panting. Sweat ran down the sides of his face, and he looked as though he’d just run a marathon.

  Dana laid still, a fine sheen of perspiration covering her skin. The pain already receded as he promised, and she awaited the pleasure some of the girls swore she would experience at the hands of a gentle man.

  “How do you feel, love?” Lorcan asked as he brushed the hair back from her sweat-dampened forehead.

  “Full,” she whispered then licked her lips. “I feel so full.”

  “The pain?” He leaned down to suck the lobe of her ear into his mouth. The erotic tug and his breath in her ear gave her shivers, and goose bumps rose on her skin.

  Tarin continued to caress her body in every place he could reach, his hands always returning to the tips of her breasts to tug and roll her nipples between his fingers.

  “It’s gone.” She gasped when he flexed his hips, driving his cock deeper inside her. “Yessss…” She drew the word out, unable to stop herself from moaning.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Oh, yes,” she answered, unable to stop herself.

  “Do you want more?”

  Dana clamped her mouth shut and nodded.

  “Tell me.” He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting down gently as Tarin did the same to her other breast. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me.” Even though Dana knew a lady would never say such things, she said it anyway. For some reason, she just didn’t care that she wasn’t a lady anymore. “God, Lorcan, please! Fuck me!” Why couldn’t she stop herself from begging him for this like some cheap doxie?

  Dana gasped when he finally pulled from her tight channel, his cock raking over pleasure centers she never knew existed, before plunging back in. How could something that was supposed to be so wrong feel so right?

  All she knew was that she didn’t care what magic allowed her to accept these two men in her life. All she cared about was the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of her.

  Lorcan rode her hard, and she didn’t care. She would have slid across the sheets from the force of his thrusts had Tarin not held her in place. Lorcan moved over her, pounding into her with abandon. Thrust after powerful thrust, he drove her closer and closer to another climax.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Dana finally came, her screams reverberating throughout the room as Lorcan carried her over another precipice. When she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, Lorcan threw his head back and growled, the sound coming from deep within his chest.

  Warmth filled her as she milked his seed from his body, and he fell forward, his lips closing unerringly over her right breast.

  Dana wrapped her arms around them both, holding them to her as she rippled with aftershocks. One thing was certain, whatever happened tomorrow, Dana could never regret this experience.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tarin stared down at Dana, unable to believe her courageous nature. She lay between them so trustingly even though she knew so little about them or their nature. He knew exactly how lucky they were that she had agreed to be their mate so soon.

  He would spend the rest of his life thanking everything that was good that he and Lorcan found her. It seemed their luck was boundless with this woman. First they found a female compatible with their DNA, and then they found that she was brave and able to bear their children. Then, when they thought they could ask for no more, she agreed to be their mate without a fight, just because she already had a contract with them when they used the name Matthew Harker.

  When he and Lorcan began this mission for their people, he never once dreamed that they would be so lucky. Humans were usually weak on the worlds where they found them. Generally, they were the dregs left from a civilization that had bitten off more than they could chew in an intergalactic conflict.

  Not so with their mate. While her world wasn’t overpopulated by any means, there were plenty of women to become mates for his kind. Apparently, their last armed conflict with each other went far toward killing off most of the men on her continent. He was relatively certain that he would find things were the same almost everywhere. The men always loved to fight, tearing their worlds apart with war after war while they left their women at home to pick up the pieces.

  “Thirsty?” He leaned forward to press his lips against the side of her neck.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Dana licked her lips as though anticipating the drink he would get her.

  Tarin stood then bent to lift her in his arms. “Then we shall do something about that.”

  Dana frowned for a moment then snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Where are you taking me?”

  “I’m taking you back to the pool. The mineral waters there will heal you, preparing you for the mating again.”

  “Again? I thought I just mated you.” Her cheeks reddened, and she buried her face in his neck. “I’m not sure I can do that again so soon.”

  “No, love.” He chuckled. “You have mated with Lorcan. The next time will bind you to me as well.” He waited, hoping she wouldn’t tell him she changed her mind. If she did, it would mean a half-life for both he and Lorcan because they were linked as mates. It didn’t help that his body betrayed him, linking him to her before he’d even had the chance to kiss her. “Do you think you can do this for me?”

  “I don’t know, Tarin.” She stiffened in his arms, no doubt letting her conscience tell her what she’d just done was wrong. “Besides, I’m thirsty.”

  “Of course you are. I’m taking you to get a drink right now.” He carried her back to the tub and dropped her in the warm water that he knew the computer had drained and refilled while they had made love.

  “I can’t drink this water,” she said dryly, her brow raised. The lack of a beverage didn’t stop her from leaning back and closing her eyes with a
soft moan as the bubbles caressed her skin. “This water feels so good.”

  It would feel good. It would also heal any aches and pains she’d gotten from making love with Lorcan. Another fifteen minutes in the pool and she would have healed enough that her body would think she’d made love days ago, not mere minutes before.

  Smiling, Tarin turned away just long enough to pick up a glass filled with a generous portion of Laluna. “Here you are, my mate.” He handed her the glass as Lorcan sauntered up and patted Tarin on the back.

  “It’s your turn to enjoy our mate, Tarin. Have you thought of how you would like to do so?”

  Yes, he had and he had decided that he would let their mate sit here in this healing bath until the mineral water healed her torn membranes, then he would utilize the oil and take her ass. Lorcan got her virginity. Well, he would get a version of it too. Soon the Laluna would dull her inhibitions and she would agree to the act.

  That was what he loved about the bubbly drink they kept well-stocked aboard the ship. It didn’t take anything from a person’s cognitive functions. That way they needn’t feel as though they had taken advantage of an inebriated woman.

  Dana would not be drunk. She wouldn’t even get a buzz from drinking the light pink liquid. It would, however, paralyze her inhibitions to the point where, if it felt good, she would do it and he planned to make her feel very, very good.

  Tilting her head back, she took a long swallow and licked her lips. “You know, I thought this was champagne at first, but it doesn’t make me feel funny like champagne does.” She looked through the transparent liquid and smiled. “It tastes good, though.” Tipping the glass back, she drank the last of the Laluna and held up the glass. “Can I have some more, please?”

  Lorcan poured a little more in her glass. “There you are, love.” He set the decanter back on the low shelf next to the tub and watched her drink with almost as much fascination as Tarin.

  “Let me take that from you, beauty.” Lorcan pulled the glass from her fingers and set it next to the decanter. “How do you feel?”