Chapter 4 Mate

Raven's POV

I had barely made a whimper when Asher's gruff voice got me, "Come here, mate."

The hint of alpha command that lashed at my skin had me stepping forward and then bending over to remove my underwear.

He watched my body move, my breasts sway, with the kind of rapt attention I'd never found in another partner, not until now. Rowan prowled closer; his deep brown eyes stared into mine as I moved, and then they dropped down to my bare pussy.

"You can move now," he prompted, turning the page. "Just lower yourself down slowly. There, hold that pose for just a second." Ansel shuffled closer, drawing with startling accuracy the curve of my parted thighs, the complicated jumble of my folds and Asher's mouth straining to get to me.

I couldn't hold the pose for long.

"Fuck, you're dripping."

His hands shot up, no matter what Rowan wanted, and Asher pulled me down onto his face, his tongue. It felt like that wet, mobile length speared straight into me, making me shiver.

"Oh god..." I whimpered, knowing the first orgasm wouldn't take long. I slapped my hands down on the edge of the couch, right above Asher's head, and let him go to work.

"Fuck," Rowan hissed.

"You look like a goddess right now."

And that made me smile, a kind of pleasure-pain smile, halfway between ecstasy and sweet agony. My thighs trembled, despite Ansel's grip, but I couldn't seem to pull away.

He slurped and sucked, thrusting his tongue in and out of me as if needing to lick up every drop of my slick. His violent actions forced his nose to bump against my clit over and over, making my fingers bite down, the velvet and foam upholstery giving beneath them.

"Oh... gosh..." I panted. "Feels so good." I began to grind on his face then, earning me muffled groans of approval. "You're going to make me cum doing just that."

I opened my eyes to see Rowan smacking my butt staring intensely at us.

He dropped to his knees, then crawled closer, his head level with my breasts, my thrusts getting more violent, wanting my nipples to brush against his parted lips.

"Asher!" I yelped as long fingers were pushed inside me, his lips transferring to my clit, and then I was gone.

Rowan watched me come apart, my thrusts growing sloppy and truncated, more spasms than me intentionally working my cunt across Asher's face. I didn't need to strive to cum, it just happened, sweet and natural as breathing.

My spine straightened, and every muscle tensed as it rushed through me. I was always going to feel enhanced pleasure due to being in a frenzy.

My mates, my love, mine. His boxers were jerked off, and there he was, hard and ready.

"Is that for me?" I asked, sliding my eyes down his length as I bent over the couch. "I need it."

"Yeah?" There was some of his cockiness there, but that wasn't all.

"You can fuck me harder than an alpha can and go deeper," I said as he came closer, his hands resting on my hips. "And I need that."

I was definitely out of my mind to say something this crazy.

A little hiss, that was what I got in response, then my thighs were pushed wider, the feel of the crown of his cock brushing against my wet seam.

"You gonna eat my cum out of my girl when I'm done?" he asked Rowan. "She's needy today-I can feel it. Makes my balls ache, dying to give her what she needs."

"I think you'll find I'm amenable to pretty much anything you suggest." Rowan's words were polite and conciliatory, while his tone was anything but. I smiled at the feral edge of it. "Tell me what you need. You are so beautiful together, but I can't help but want to insert myself between you."

"Not yet," Asher rumbled, right as he drove himself into me. My head hung down at that, feeling something delicious roll from head to toe. "I know you need her too. I can taste that in the air, but..." He groaned as he thrust deep, then pulled back, only to slam deeper again.

"She has so much to give to those that are worthy." he smiled cunningly.

"Is that right, mate?" Rowan asked me, sliding now until he sat beside the couch, staring up at me as Asher fucked me.

Rowan's fingers reached out, finding my clit and then rubbing it in an entirely distracting way. Asher seemed to find my moans some kind of incitement, driving me faster and faster.

"Yes..." I moaned. "Yes..." To this, to freedom. "Yes..." To us.

"Fuck, our mate tastes so good," Asher ground out between gritted teeth. "It's the only time I feel like I'm physically as close to you as my heart is." His hands clawed at me as he surged forward.

He held me then, scooping me up into his arms, even as he rutted inside me, and Rowan's hand fell away, seeming to know that this moment was ours. Then right as Asher held me brutally tight, we exploded.

I felt the hot blasts of his cum as my cunt seemed to snap down to try and wring every drop out of him. I needed him just as much as he needed me, and we gave everything to each other until there was nothing left to give.

Pulling apart from Asher was somewhat difficult. It felt wrong, and he seemed to know that. He rubbed circles on my back, soothing me through it as his cock finally pulled free.

"Time to step in, brother," he prompted gently.

"She's feeling raw, and this is why I know this is right."

A faint whistle through the air was all the warning I got before crack! Rowan's hand smacked down on my arse, and for a moment, all I could do was fight to take another breath.

My mind went into riot, primitive fight or flight instincts kicking into gear, pumping me full of endorphins and adrenaline as my lizard brain tried to work out what the hell to do, but my body had no such qualms.

My thighs spread wide, feeling the hot stinging flush of blood all over my butt and wanting to redirect it somewhere else.

"Are you spreading your legs for me like a perfect slut, trying to get me to spank your cunt and not your arse?"

Slut. That word hit a little differently than the others, so I should've said something, but I was too swept up in what was happening to do that right now. I spread my thighs wider, feeling the joints in my hips strain to maintain the stance.

"You little brat..." he rumbled. "Did I tell you to spread your legs?"

"No," I mumbled.

"So how did you know that was exactly what I wanted?" His voice was silken, dark and twining around me, pulling me tight everywhere. "I'm going to spank you ten times all across your impudent little cunt, and I think you're going to find you'll get more than you bargained for. Count them for me."

"Yes."

The first smack was everything I wanted and a whole lot more, as he expertly aimed his hand so it landed across my entire seam and clit. Rather than be teased or prodded to feel good, sensation exploded, and with it went my breath.

"Count them, my slut, or you'll get ten more."

"One," I croaked out.

Before I could collect myself and process what I was feeling, another smack landed on my skin.

What had been a pleasantly warm flush was becoming hotter, spikier. I shifted and whined, trying to find my thoughts on what this was like, but I wasn't given a chance to do that.

"Go on?"

"Two."

Another smack, then another, and my clit was beginning to throb now in a way that threatened to consume my mind.

It was so...present, pulsing sulkily, but was that pleasure or pain? There was no introspection to be had here, and that was the point.

Rowan smacked me over and over, forcing me to count them out, and at first, my mind rebelled.

It wanted to dissect and analyse, it wanted to rationalise and theorise, but there was no place for that here, only feeling. When I got to the point where I realised that, when I gave up and finally surrendered, it happened.

I was aware of my body in ways that were difficult to replicate, all the sensory information my nerves had been screaming at me rushing in.

The way my body felt hot, way too hot. The way I could feel every pulse of my heart. The tension in my arms, the lax fall of my legs, but most of all, it was the dark flower of pleasure and pain blossoming inside me.

When he was done, when I counted out the last smack, when his hand slipped between my legs and found me dripping, I let out the most horrific sound.

I was feeling, and that groan spoke as eloquently as I could about it. His fingers were gentle now, sliding between my folds until they were slick and then pushing in.

And just like that, they took me one after the other driving me to ecstasy and fucking me breathlessly that I was already so sore.