Jorlan went to the door and called for the males to enter. The four young trainees, at Jorlan’s direction, took their places at the four points of her body—head, feet, to the right and left of her torso. Once in position, they stepped forward. Reyna immediately tensed.
These were males of her pride. Had they been home within the main pride, at ages twenty and twenty-one these juveniles wouldn’t be considered old enough or sexually experienced enough to have reached formal breeder status. For the first time, she regretted not claiming the leadership position Jorlan always tried to force on her. Since queens ruled in all matters of breeding, if she were queen in truth Reyna could command them not to do this and they would have no option other than to obey. But the males followed Jorlan’s lead and Reyna knew from experience, once Jorlan settled on a course of action ‘for her good,’ he wouldn’t relent.
“You know the rules, but let me reiterate them for you. This is a firestorm, not a breeding ceremony. Your purpose is to arouse Reyna into her first heat—”
“Smells like she’s already in heat,” Rick muttered, hand rubbing the bulge in the tight fitted jeans he wore in what appeared to be an absent caress.
With a narrowed-eyed stare at the interrupter, Jorlan continued. “Mouths and fingers only. There is to be no penetration with your penis. If I see you going for your zipper, I’ll rip your balls off with my claws. Understand?”
The males, some ten years her junior, swallowed audibly and quickly nodded their heads. The scent of their arousal dampened perceptibly.
“Jorlan, this serves no purpose,” Reyna said, unable to help herself though she refused to lower her pride and beg.
He ignored her. “Stroke her. Caress her all over. Don’t just grab for her breasts or pussy. The entire body is an erogenous zone. Start with a light touch and as her arousal grows, press more firmly. You can use claws but don’t break the skin. Begin.”
They touched her and Reyna expected her body to turn cold, unresponsive—her usual reaction whenever a male touched her with sexual intent—but it didn’t. The vampyr had done something to her, changed her somehow. Now her nerve endings quivered in anticipation of their caresses, just as they had to Jorlan’s. The feline inside of her arched and stretched, preening at being stroked.
No, she wouldn’t have it! Reyna fought to remain unaffected, stiffening her muscles to the point they screamed with tension. She clenched her teeth and locked her jaw to keep from yelling at them to stop. To beg and plead with them to let her go. Not to do this to her again.
“She’s really tense,” Rick said with a hint of worry. “I don’t think she wants this.”
“She’s nervous,” Jorlan said, dismissing Rick’s concerns. “It’s your job to relax her. Harlan, massage her shoulders and neck. Rick, massage her scalp and Zander, massage her calves.”
“I thought we were supposed to arouse her.” Brad sounded confused.
“You’re to do both,” Jorlan snapped. “She’s nervous and who can blame her? You’re young, untried youths. Not the mature pride males she was taught to expect to guide her through this. Follow my lead and all will be well.”
Their shoulders straightened with pride and a look of determination settled on their faces. This was now a matter of ego. They had to prove they were worthy of the honor bestowed upon them. Jorlan knew exactly how to get the results he wanted.
Despite Reyna’s best intentions, her muscles responded to their ministrations by loosening. Shivers ghosted over her skin as Rick kneaded her scalp. Zander used his thumbs to press deep into her calves, untangling the knots he found. Harlan’s fingers stroked and rubbed, and when they found the spot where the Vampyr had bitten her, streaks of fire raced from her neck, down her spine, and into her core. The low-level arousal she’d been fighting all day surged to the forefront, increasing in intensity. Reyna could smell herself and knew the others could, too.
“Good, she’s responding.” Jorlan’s voice oozed satisfaction. “Brad, use your mouth on her torso. Lips, tongue, and teeth, but go easy. Keep the cat locked inside. I’m looking for pressure more than sharpness. Zander, work your way up from her feet to her hips. Rick, keep massaging her scalp. Harlan, her arousal kicked up when you touched her neck. Focus your attentions there.”
As the males’ confidence rose, so did their level of expertise. Reyna’s mind might still be balking at what was happening, but her body reveled in it. Unbidden, her thoughts flashed to the night before with the vampyr who thought to claim her.
Her breasts tingled and her sheath clenched as the mouths and fingers touching her became his. He’d sunk his fangs into her neck and it had been like being injected with liquid nitrogen. The injection site had frozen her to numbness only to burn like acid as it raced through her veins. Much as it was doing now as Harlan rubbed the bite mark. Then it had hit her vagina and exploded into a need she’d never felt before, not even during her disastrous firestorm.
By the time the vampyr had pinned her to the wall, she’d been desperate for him. She hadn’t known or cared where they were. Hadn’t cared who or what he was. All that had mattered was having him fill her and satiate this craving which was sure to drive her insane.
The past merged with the present. The mouths suckling her nipples became his, as were the fingers probing her sheath and the tongue licking her clit. It was too much but at the same time, not enough.
Reyna could feel him inside of her—thrusting and pumping. He was thick, and long, and hard and stretched her tender, untried muscles to the limit. It hurt but the pain only added to her pleasure. She’d clawed and bit, and gorged herself on his blood. Each swallow had amplified the ecstasy until she couldn’t think, only feel.
She’d given herself and he’d taken her. Over and over. Against the wall, on the floor, the couch, standing, kneeling on all fours, on her back with her legs in the air until there was nothing left. With no energy, all she could do was collapse.
One of the males scraped Reyna’s clit with a claw and she jolted back to the present.
This is wrong, some part of her screamed. This isn’t me.
Mind and flesh waged a bitter war. Reyna refused to be at the mercy of her hormones. Refused to be a victim a second time. She wasn’t simply a female Felini. She was more.
Pressure built in her chest. That otherness inside of her stirred and lifted its head. The part of her nature she’d been forced to hide, to keep subdued, began to feed. It fed off her arousal, fed off her memories and emotions, and fed off some outside source she couldn’t identify. It swelled and grew until her skin felt stretched too tight.
Reyna tried to contain it, shove back into the box where it had been imprisoned, but her focus was splintered. She couldn’t fight it and her body too.
“Stop! Stop! It’s too much.” Reyna forgot pride. Forgot everything in her terror of what would happen if what was inside burst free.
“She’s almost there,” Jorlan said in his deep voice. “Suck her clit into your mouth while stroking the tip with your tongue. Zander, curl your fingers and rub against the front wall of her vagina until you locate her g-spot. You’ll know when you hit it. You two each take a breast and suckle with deep strong pulls.”
Jorlan wasn’t listening to her. None of them were. Anger added to the caustic brew that was her emotions and the thing in her gobbled it up.