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Rather than respond with words, Jon released her hair and grabbed her wrist. He led/dragged her farther down the hallway and pulled her into one of the storerooms. As well as the usual bundles and boxes, this one contained stacks of chairs and miscellaneous furniture.

Jon took her to the nearest table and bent her over the dusty surface.

She sneezed and reared away from the offending grime, but he roughly forced her back down.

“Let me go!” she yelled. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not meant to be.” Jon drew her arms to the small of her back and held them there while Isaac unfastened her pants.

As soon as Tara realized what they were doing she went wild. Kicking and twisting, she cried out and yelled, hoping to draw attention.

Jon slapped her ass hard, then ordered, “Settle down, hellion.”

“Screw you!”

“If that’s an invitation, we’d be happy to oblige,” Jon mocked.

When Isaac had her pants and panties down around her ankles, they switched places. Isaac’s hold on her arms was not as hard, but she still couldn’t move her upper body. “You are not my mates,” she cried. “You do not have the right to discipline me.”

“We will be soon enough.” Jon stroked her bare bottom, giving each side a firm squeeze. “Consider this the official start of our courtship.” He lifted his hand and brought it down on one cheek and then the other.

Tara gasped and then yelped. The sharp sound was shocking and then came the sting. “Why are you doing this?”

Jon spanked her twice more before bothering to answer. “You lied to me, then challenged me. I am simply answering your question.”

“What question?” Her voice was sharp and accusatory, which made his next set of spanks even harder.

She cried out in frustration and surprise.

The added intensity caused the strangest heat to travel beyond her ass.

Her pussy felt heavy and—God above, was she getting wet? Why was this making her pussy wet?

“Or what,” he reminded, then rained down stinging slaps on her quivering behind.

She squirmed and twisted, humiliated by the situation and her body’s odd reaction.

She was bent over a filthy table, with her pants down around her ankles.

One veritable stranger held her down while another spanked her naked ass, and she was seriously aroused by all of it.

Her core clenched and her clit tingled. If she rubbed against the edge of the table, she would probably come.

“Stop,” she pleaded. “Please, stop. I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“Are you?” Challenge lowered Jon’s voice to a menacing rumble. “I’m not convinced.”

Over and over his palm impacted her bottom.

She held still, concentrating on the pain to combat the pleasure.

Had she always been like this or was there something about these hybrid males that triggered these needs?

A harsh sob shuddered through her. She didn’t care.

She didn’t like it, didn’t want pain to arouse her.

Her entire behind was a throbbing mass by the time he stopped spanking her. “Are you ready to be a good girl?”

“Yes.” The word sounded broken and breathless. She just wanted him to stop.

“Then spread your legs. I want to see if you’re as wet as you smell.”

Horrified, she shook her head and squeezed her thighs together. “I’m not,” she cried. “Just leave me alone.”

“Did you just lie to me again?” Jon sounded disbelieving.

Isaac released her arms, and her coat was pulled off before she realized what they intended.

They draped her coat over the small table and turned her around.

Her pants were still bunched around her ankles, but they didn’t give her time to pull them up.

Jon lifted her to the table, and she gasped as her tender behind made contact with her coat.

He pushed her legs toward her chest then they drew her knees apart, spreading her thighs.

Her ankles were still bound by her boots and pants, but the position clearly displayed her pussy.

Humiliation and need washed over Tara in alternating waves. Would they fuck her now? Would they take her one after the other, or one in her pussy, the other in her mouth? The thought sent a fresh rush of liquid pooling between her thighs.

As one, the males inhaled deeply and growled.

“Still going to deny being wet?” Jon sneered. He reached between her thighs and ran his fingers along her slick folds. “Then what’s all this?”

She just shook her head and refused to speak.

“What happens when you lie to me?”

Again she shook her head.

With their gazes locked, Jon slapped her pussy. Tara cried out more in shock than pain.

“I do not tolerate lies.”

She tried to close her thighs, but he wedged himself between her legs. His second slap was harder.

She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream in frustration. She needed a long, thick cock in her pussy, not a freaking spanking!

He spanked her twice more before asking, “Is this pussy wet for us?”

“Yes!”

“And how did it get that way?” When she didn’t answer fast enough, he delivered two breath-stealing slaps right over her clit.

A shrill scream tore from Tara’s throat and she tried to kick Jon in the face. He shoved her legs forward, pinning her to the wall with her knees.

The door flew open and Zion stood framed by the doorway. He took in the scene with one assessing glance and grinned. “Carry on. And you have my blessing. That one has needed a firm hand for as long as I’ve known her.”

Tara let out an exasperated cry and resumed her struggles.

Isaac gathered her arms and stretched them above her head, pinning them against the wall.

Jon tugged off her boots, then finished removing her pants.

With Isaac’s help, Jon pulled her sweater off over her head and unfastened her bra.

She slapped at both and twisted, kicking all the while, but they soon had her completely naked.

“Much better,” Jon decided as he knelt on the floor in front of her. “With a body like yours we might never allow you to wear clothes.”

“It won’t be your decision,” she sneered.

He laughed and casually draped her legs over his shoulders. Jon slipped his hands beneath her ass and raised her hips off the table. She yelped as his hands squeezed her still-throbbing cheeks. Then his mouth covered her slit and his tongue ventured between her slick folds.

Tara moaned helplessly, her head dropping back against the wall. Jon’s mouth moved over her pussy, his tongue stroking boldly. She canted her hips, helplessly offering him better access to her wetness. He lapped at her core and sucked on her swollen clit.

Isaac bent and covered her mouth with his, exploring her lips just as eagerly as Jon explored her pussy.

Isaac shifted her hands into one of his so he could fondle her breasts.

Moving back and forth, he squeezed firmly then pinched and twisted her nipples.

She gasped and arched her back. So many sensations, so much stimulation.

They attacked so many of her erogenous zones all at once.

She gave herself over to the pleasure, unable to do anything else.

“God, you taste good,” Jon murmured when he finally raised his head. He carefully lowered her bottom to the table then stepped out from between her legs. “Taste her, brother. She’s unbelievably sweet.”

Isaac paused mere inches from her face. His gaze searched hers, his expression unreadable. “We weren’t looking for a mate.” His lips brushed over hers, warm and patient. “But now that we’ve found you…” He didn’t bother finishing his sentence. The meaning was clear.

“I’m not your mate,” she panted. “I don’t even like you.”

Chuckling, Isaac released her arms and moved in front of her.

She was so dazed by their aggressive seduction that she simply lowered her arms to her sides.

Isaac knelt and caught the bend of her knees.

He pushed her legs up and out, spreading her thighs even wider.

He traced her slit with his tongue then shifted her knees higher, rolling her hips upward so he could push his tongue deep into her core.

It was shockingly sexual, even uncivilized. He was literally fucking her with his tongue. Tara had indulged in oral sex before, but her lovers always focused on her clit. This was darker, blatantly carnal. She arched against his mouth, unable to ignore the persistent ache between her thighs.

“This is cruel,” she objected. “I need to come. Please let me come.”

Isaac licked his way up to her clit then slid into her pussy with two of his fingers.

She tightened around him, bearing down as hard as her needy body would let her.

He growled against her wet flesh, lashing her clit with punishing force.

She pressed her back against the wall and rocked against his fingers.

It felt good, but it was a pale foreshadowing of what she really wanted.

She needed to be filled, stretched around their cocks.

She needed to be fucked long and hard—by her mates.

No, she would not bond with these two. They were too bossy, too domineering, too savage.

Isaac continued to suck on her clit and fuck her with his fingers while Jon took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply.

His mouth tasted strongly of her, but that only added to the carnality of the act.

Having them both touch her, penetrate her, set her off like nothing else.

She cried out against Jon’s lips and spasmed around Isaac’s fingers.

Pleasure blasted through her entire body.

Her nipples peaked and her clit throbbed as wave after wave of sensation washed over her.

“Still going to deny that we’re your mates?” Jon challenged, dark eyes gleaming hungrily. “Next time you come it will be our cocks buried deep inside you.”