Page 28 of Claiming Their Slave
She exhaled a shuddering breath and clutched onto Jaxon, but she soon reached one hand back to touch Wolfe, and his heart contracted at this one simple gesture of hers, a sign that not only was she ready to begin, but she held regard for them both. Wolfe knew it was too early for her to love them, but she was starting to care for them, and she had enough sensibility to realize they were her perfect match. After the difficult life she’d led, she now had two Banded men to offer her all she’d been without for so long—protection, a place to belong, and their undying affection. Because once they bonded with her, nothing would break the intensity of their connection to her.
Still holding her hips, Wolfe moved in her ass, withdrawing slightly only to plunge back inside. Her walls clamped down around his shaft so tight, he had to pause and take a few deep breaths to keep from spilling his seed too soon. She squeezed his leg and panted when he started thrusting in and out of her again, and she gave a high-pitched cry as Jaxon begin moving in her cunny.
Though the sun had risen hours ago and Wolfe was usually sleeping by now, he wasn’t slowed down by fatigue at all. The primal drive to claim, to conquer, and to possess every part of his new mate lent him the stamina to pound her harder and faster.
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Ava could scarcely catch her breath or form a coherent thought. She couldn’t speak, and she could hardly move. All she could do was lie between Jaxon and Wolfe as they slammed their cocks into both of her holes. The fullness of them inside her cunny and ass at the same time left her sweltering in the surges of her increasing desire.
Closing her eyes, she kept squeezing Wolfe’s leg while clutching Jaxon’s arm, feeling an overwhelming need to touch them both as they claimed her. Her heart hammered in her chest and she gasped when they increased the pace of their thrusts. Her legs were curled around Jaxon, and her pulsing clit impacted upon his center with each quick thrust.
A heated swell of blinding pleasure slammed into her, so sudden and forceful that she felt lightheaded as she rode the waves of her abrupt release. She soared upward and then floated languorously in the final vestiges of this sensual elation, still aware of each thrust into her cunny and ass, but so drained of energy that she couldn’t even open her eyes. She moaned softly, reveling in the solid reassurance of the muscular bodies pressing against hers.
This was really happening. Finally, after years of being alone and worrying for her future, she had two mates to call her own. Their rumbling growls vibrated through her and their masculine scent tantalized her senses. She could already discern one brother’s voice from the other—Wolfe’s was slightly deeper and rougher—even when they were moaning or growling, just as she could recognize them by their unique scents—Jaxon smelled more like a mixture of worn leather and something deliciously spicy, while Wolfe smelled like the earth and the exotic scents of the forest.
During the journey to their homestead, Jaxon had mentioned something about a great war against the River Lord and claimed he and his brother had just returned from a long, bloody battle. The hunters who left the village and occasionally ran into a Banded man in the forest had brought back stories about the River Lord, but she hadn’t known whether the tales of his savagery were true, as many of the hunters’ tales seemed very far-fetched. She was glad the Banded had prevailed against the River Lord and the elves who’d flocked to his banner, and as she remained between Jaxon and Wolfe, while they continued claiming her thoroughly, she imagined they had longed for an end to the fighting so they could return home and start their lives anew. Jaxon hadn’t admitted as much, but his pained yet fierce expression as he spoke of the war revealed more than his words.
Though Wolfe hadn’t broached the subject with her, she was certain the war had left a dark mark on him as well. How could it not? Even the strongest, bravest men had limits. She hoped her presence in their lives helped heal their hearts, as their presence in hers was already mending her own hurts. To finally not have to worry about her future children being born as slaves was the best gift she could imagine, and to know any children born of her union with Jaxon and Wolfe would be well provided for and cared for filled her with tenderness for the brothers.
“Open your eyes,” Jaxon said in a hoarse voice. “Look at me, little human. I want you watching as I pump my seed deep into your tight cunny.”
Somehow, she managed to obey, opening her eyes and staring straight into Jaxon’s handsome gaze. An instant later, he snarled and started driving into her faster, and behind her, deep in her ass, Wolfe did the same.
She felt the first spurt of warmth in her ass, and a moment later, the same sensation in her womanhood, as the brothers writhed against her with jerking movements, moaning and growling as they finished the act of claiming her.
As their mate. Forever.
She blinked back tears and smiled at Jaxon, then turned to look at Wolfe, running her hands through his thick dark hair until he shifted to meet her eyes.
“I feel your heart beating, little slave, as if it’s inside me, deep in my very soul.”
“As do I, Ava,” Jaxon said against her ear. “We are mated now. You belong to us, for all the days of our lives.”
Wolfe pulled out of her ass and leaned in to kiss her forehead. She returned her gaze to Jaxon as he withdrew from her center. Both her asshole and her cunny ached, but it was a delicious sort of ache, and she wasn’t in any great pain. Her muscles were sore though, as if she’d just walked several miles uphill. She rolled onto her back and stretched, wondering if the brothers would claim her together all the time, or if sometimes they would take her separately. She supposed she would find out soon enough.
Jaxon stood and drew the large bathtub into the center of the room, and Wolfe disappeared downstairs for a while, only to return holding two steaming buckets of water. She marveled at how massive the buckets were and how effortlessly he carried them, one in each hand as if they weighed no more than a small sack of potatoes. He took one more trip downstairs, and when he came back and poured the contents of last two buckets into the tub, the water level was now near the top. Jaxon sprinkled flower petals and added a small amount of liquid soap, then swirled it around in the water with his fingers.
Wolfe approached Ava and lifted her in his arms. A sudden yawn stole over her. “After your bath, you can take a nap, my sweet little slave.”
She moaned—nearly as loud as when the brothers had claimed her in unison—when he placed her in the warm water. Almost immediately, the soreness in her muscles relaxed. She inhaled the floral scent of the soap and watched as the purple flower petals floated on the surface of the water.
Jaxon dipped a sponge into the tub and commenced running it over her arms, her back, and her chest. Wolfe grabbed a cloth and gave her the same treatment, but delved lower down her stomach until he reached between her thighs. She flushed as he washed her there, and her face heated further when he next spoke.
“Turn over on your hands and knees, Ava, and lift your bottom out of the water, so we can better clean your privates.”
She started to protest, but a firm look from Jaxon made her fall silent. If she disobeyed, she knew exactly what to expect. Her behind still stung from the spanking and whipping she’d received today, and she didn’t want to add to it, and the thought of getting spanked on her soapy wet bottom left her hot with shame. After a deep breath, she turned around and got onto her hands and knees, hoping they would be quick about it. Though they’d just claimed her in every way imaginable, holding still in a vulnerable position while they washed her privates felt far too intimate. Besides, she was a grown woman and could do it herself. She considered telling the brothers to hand her a cloth or a sponge, but a raised eyebrow from Wolfe had her pressing her lips into a firm line. She closed her eyes, willing them to get on with it.
Finally, they started cleaning her, but they seemed to be in no hurry.
Jaxon spent his time rubbing the sponge over Ava’s sex-swollen nether lips, as Wolfe slowly worked a soapy cloth over her ass. She trembled on her hands and knees while they tended to her, making sure she was completely clean before allowing her to turn around and sink down in the water. She flushed under their gazes and tried to focus on enjoying the simple pleasure of being submerged in warm, fragrant water.
She noticed Wolfe was starting to look fatigued, which didn’t surprise her, given that he was probably normally long asleep by now. The sun had risen higher in the sky, and it would be midday soon.
He reached for her, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it. Affection shone in his dark eyes, and she found herself forgetting about her earlier embarrassment and smiling at him.
“I must go to bed now, little slave. But I will see you tonight.” He kissed her hand once more before departing her bedroom, grabbing his clothes off the floor on his way out. Her breath caught at the sight of his firm buttocks as he walked across the room though, and she found herself glancing at Jaxon and wondering if his ass was just as muscular. Though she’d seen them naked, she hadn’t gotten a good long look at either man from behind yet.
Jaxon, of course, had witnessed her blatant ogling of his brother, and he chuckled deep in his throat. “Would you like me to parade across the bedroom so you can inspect my ass, as well?”
“Please, Master?” She grinned and splashed water at him. “Perhaps you can also stop in the middle of the room and try to touch your toes.”
He growled and gave her hair a slight yank, but the glint of humor in his eyes revealed he was only teasing. Then he surprised her by releasing her and stepping into the bath opposite of her, and when he sank down suddenly, a wave of water splashed into her face. His playfulness lifted her spirits, especially after days of his quiet brooding on the road.
His legs rested alongside hers, though because of his height, he had to bend his knees considerably to fit in the bath, while she could stretch her legs out straight and her toes didn’t even come close to touching the foot of the tub. She watched in fascination as he submerged himself completely in the water and came back up, rivulets of water cascading down his chest.
She started to reach for him, only to freeze at the sound of a bloodcurdling scream coming from outside. Ava thought it sounded like a woman, but she couldn’t be sure.
Jaxon jumped from the tub and hurried to get dressed, without bothering to dry off first. In the hallway, she heard the opening of a door and heavy, fast footfalls. Wolfe must have heard the scream too. She stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping herself in it as she ran to the window.
