Page 34 of Claiming Their Slave
Chapter Twelve
Ava stood in the center of her bedroom, naked and trembling as she awaited her punishment. At any moment, her mates would arrive and chastise her thoroughly for her disobedience. While she initially had been outraged that they’d punish her for trying to warn Jaxon, she supposed she now understood their perspective. Though she hoped it never came to it, they really would forfeit their lives to save hers.
Emotion tightened in her chest and she struggled to breathe. Tears burned in her eyes, and she blinked and swallowed hard, trying to remain calm and brave. Her bottom tingled as she stood in place, her hands trembling while she listened for their footsteps.
After the dead had been buried in the forest, all the Banded who’d come to help fight the humans finished preparing for their return home, packing up with a speed that impressed Ava. Wolfe and Jaxon had passed out gifts to all the men—mostly safestones and other precious gems—before thanking them and wishing them all a good journey.
As Trent and his twin had departed, Ava had uttered her apologies over fighting him and calling him a name. Her face had flamed impossibly hot while she delivered her regrets, but fortunately Trent had offered his forgiveness with a wry smile, though afterward he mumbled something about strong-willed human girls and mentioned that his own mate, Amelia, would probably get along well with her.
Ava twisted her fingers together and stared out the window. The curtains were partially drawn back, and the afternoon sun cast a beam of light across the floor. She shifted in place and glanced at her bed, wondering if her mates would claim her after they punished her.
Heat commenced pulsing between her thighs at the prospect, and she flushed from head to toe and tried very hard to think pure thoughts, but it was no use. When her mates arrived to spank her, they would likely detect the scent of her arousal. Shame coursed through her, and when she shifted in place again, her thighs rubbed together and her desire unfurled further, to a deep, resonating need within her womanly core that only her mates’ touch could satisfy.
Tentatively, she reached between her thighs and stroked one finger through her gathering wetness. When she touched her sensitive, swollen nubbin, a gasp left her and her hips jerked forward against her hand.
Once more, she glanced at the door and listened for any sounds of her mates approaching. Perhaps they’d decided to take a quick nap before seeing to her discipline. They had gone several days without sleep, after all. Again, she stole another bit of pleasure, this time rubbing two digits through her slick folds and spreading her moisture over her pulsing clit.
She should stop.
She really shouldn’t be touching herself. It was against the rules, and she was already in enough trouble as it was.
If I catch you touching yourself without permission, I will force your legs apart and spank the tender folds of your cunny.
Jaxon’s threat came rushing back, and a delicious quiver shot through her, sending heated tingles spreading outward from her aching center. Her nipples tightened and her breath grew fainter. She kept touching herself, caressing her dewy petals, even as she promised herself she would stop in another moment or two. But the moments kept passing and still she didn’t move her hand from between her thighs.
Perhaps if she reached the precipice that Jaxon and Wolfe had brought her to the other night, the insistent throbbing in her core would cease and they wouldn’t discover her swollen and slick with arousal when they arrived to spank her. If she found her release quickly, she could just as quickly wash herself off and resume her position waiting in the center of the room for their arrival. They would never find out.
No no no. That was wrong. After all the care they’d shown her, she should strive to obey them better. With a mournful moan, she wrenched her hand from her cunny and hurried to the water basin to clean up as best she could. If they detected the scent of her arousal on her hands, she would be in so much trouble. She’d been naughty and touched herself without permission, but at least she’d shown enough self-control to stop herself from reaching the peak of her pleasure. She scrubbed her hands with soap and dried them, then ran a damp cloth along the folds of her womanhood, trying to remove the evidence of her arousal.
Once she was back in position in the center of the room, with her hands at her sides, she breathed a deep sigh of relief and promised herself she would never be so naughty again. The prospect of receiving a spanking on the tender folds of her cunny made her tummy clench with nerves, but the idea of such an intimate punishment also reignited her earlier arousal.
Oh, no. All the arousal she’d wiped away with the cloth was coming back already. She shifted and tried to think neutral thoughts that had nothing to do with being chastised or claimed by her mates, but it was no use. Her mind had taken a naughty turn from which there was no coming back. Erotic images paraded through her psyche, visions of her mates’ strong muscular thighs, chiseled chests, and huge erect cocks. In her mind, she heard the sounds of flesh slapping flesh during the throes of passion, as well as needy moans and deep growls.
The result of her naughty thoughts was a trickle of warmth on her inner thigh. Her eyes went wide and she parted her legs, reaching to inspect just how wet she’d become. Shame pummeled through her, heating her all over. Her cunny was even more drenched than before when she’d been stroking it.
What was she going to do?
She scurried to the bed and hopped up on the mattress, then spread her legs wide and looked down upon herself, needing to know just how serious her situation had grown. Splaying her slick folds apart, she gasped at the immense glimmer of wetness hidden within. To make matters worse, her sensitive nubbin was swollen so large that when she released her cunny lips, the swell of flesh protruded from between. Her inner thighs also shone with the evidence of her naughty musings.
Her heart pounded faster, and she glanced around the room, trying to decide what to do. Wet as she was, Jaxon and Wolfe would probably assume she’d been touching herself. She most certainly didn’t want a spanking on her cunny lips, especially when she had another punishment pending, one she suspected would be quite arduous.
She didn’t have much of a choice. She had to rapidly stop the aching in her loins. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and stroked two fingers over her clit. She allowed herself to entertain all the naughty thoughts she’d been trying to repress, and when she finally came hard, jerking against her hand with a keening moan, she found her release to the image of Jaxon holding her down while Wolfe scolded her and wielded a belt against her quivering bottom.
Panting, she moved her hand from her center and took a few moments to catch her breath. Then she opened her eyes and started to sit up, only to scream as fear suddenly rendered her still.
Jaxon and Wolfe stood at the foot of the bed, watching her intently, their bodies tensed and their expressions none too pleased. Jaxon appeared the angriest, with the vein in his temple bulging as he started down at her. Wolfe had a stern look settled on her too, but beneath the sternness, he seemed both startled and fascinated by what he’d just witnessed.
Ava said the first thing that came to mind, and unfortunately for her, it wasn’t very polite.
“Don’t you two ever knock? This is my room, is it not?”
Jaxon’s nostrils flared and he took a step forward. It was then that she noticed the three switches in his hand. Her initial outrage over their unannounced entrance fled, and she tried to scramble under the covers, wanting to hide her shame, but Wolfe lunged at her and pulled her up against him.
“I know Jaxon warned you not to touch yourself, little slave. You knowingly broke a very important rule. Tell me, who does your pleasure belong to?”
It felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room. Ava could scarcely breathe. Somehow, she managed to inhale a few times, and then answered, “You, Masters. My pleasure belongs to both of you. I am so sorry.”
Wolfe spun her around as Jaxon approached, forcing her to stare up at the most displeased of her mates.
