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She blinked and tears trailed down her cheeks.

“I felt bullied into this courtship, so I resented you at first. I didn’t want to feel anything for you guys, but the mind link made that impossible.

I was overwhelmed by your passion and shocked by the depth of your desire for me.

You don’t just want my body. You want me, all of me. ”

As usual, Jon pushed her harder than the other two. “You just described how we feel about you. How do you feel about us ?”

“I think about you all the time,” she confessed.

“I worry when you’re out on missions, and I’m proud of how often Zion depends on you.

Kyle makes me smile and Isaac challenges me intellectually.

” She looked at Jon and smiled as he wiped away her tears.

“You make me furious one minute and then my heart aches the next. I love all three of you desperately, and I’m not even sure how that’s possible. ”

Jon kissed her first, a slow, deep kiss that communicated even more than their words. Isaac captured her mouth next, his kiss surprisingly urgent. Kyle often had to wait for the other two, so he always took his time once her attention was fixed on him.

“When you accept our claim, there will be no going back,” he reminded in between lingering kisses. “You will belong to us completely and we will belong to you.”

She returned his kiss and sent her thoughts into his mind. I am yours, and you are mine.

Kyle stood up and then lifted Tara into his arms. Joy bubbled up inside her and she laughed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Isaac pulled her boots off as Kyle carried her into the largest bedroom.

Kyle set her down beside the bed and the males worked together to rid her of her clothing.

Isaac urged her onto the bed, but Tara shook her head and darted away.

“If this is my wedding night, I want all three of you naked too,” she insisted.

Boots and garments went flying as her mates hurriedly obliged her.

While they undressed, Tara crossed to the wardrobe and opened one side.

Jon kept his implements hanging in the back, concealed by Isaac’s clothes.

She found Jon’s favorite crop and returned to the males.

Kneeling in front of them, she balanced the crop across her open palms and offered it to them with her eyes downcast. “I know I haven’t done anything wrong, but I need your discipline. ”

The admission sent a wave of heat cascading through her body.

Jon and Isaac consistently aroused her using a careful balance of pleasure and pain, but this was the first time she’d sought it out.

She liked to convince herself that the spankings and other forms of domination were something she reluctantly endured because her mates were aggressive hybrids.

Until this moment, she’d not been willing to admit that she wanted these things as much as her mates.

It took them so long to answer that Tara looked up. Desire burned in their eyes, consuming and demanding.

Jon snatched the crop off her hands and pulled her into his arms. His mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss nearly frantic.

Isaac pulled her from Jon’s embrace and kissed her just as intensely.

Kyle wasn’t waiting around this time. He pressed in beside her and pulled her face toward him.

His mouth moved over hers and then Isaac claimed her again.

They guided her face back and forth, taking turns kissing her, until she was dizzy and out of breath.

“Bend over the bed,” Jon instructed. “Legs straight and wide apart.”

Tara approached the bed on wobbly legs and assumed the familiar position.

It displayed her body lewdly, giving them access to her bottom, pussy, and breasts.

They enjoyed having her bound, but this demonstrated her willing submission.

Her mates went right to work. Isaac and Kyle sat on the bed to either side of her while Jon stood behind.

Isaac and Kyle squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples to awaken her senses.

Tara tossed her head and arched her back, pressing her breasts into their warm hands.

Jon caressed her upturned bottom, squeezing one side and then the other.

He pulled her cheeks apart and let currents of air tease her pucker.

Tara shivered. She’d been taken there and enjoyed the intense pleasure that followed, but tonight would be different, harsher, yet more intimate than anything they’d done so far.

Tonight her mates would take her together, filling her mouth, pussy, and ass all at the same time.

A light slap warned her that Jon was ready to begin. She planted her feet and rolled her hips, offering her bottom more brazenly. Jon spanked her with his hand, rubbing the cheeks in between each swat to spread the heat. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling restless and needy.

“Ready, mate?” Jon asked, his voice deep and rumbly. “Are you eager to wear my marks?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I am eager for all sorts of things.”

He chuckled and lightly traced her slit with the tip of one finger. “So I see.”

The first stinging slap of the crop caught Tara by surprise. He hadn’t given her time to recover from his careless caress before he switched from pleasure to pain. She yelped and rocked to the balls of her feet.

“Hold the position,” he ordered, then brought the crop down on the other side.

Another soft cry escaped her, but she managed not to move. The sting was sharper than she remembered, more biting. She breathed through the pain and absorbed the tingling heat that followed. The crop slapped down over and over, covering her bottom with the bright red marks Jon treasured.

Tara squirmed as her body began to react to the harsh stimulation. Her clit twitched and her nipples felt tender and hot. One of Isaac’s hands swept down along her body and eased between her thighs.

“So wet,” Isaac muttered. “Is Jon’s discipline making you ache?”

“Yes, so badly.”

He covered her clit and rubbed in a tight circle. She threw back her head and groaned. “Please, Sir, may I come? I really need to come.”

“Not yet.” Isaac parted her folds, holding her open, while depriving her of the stimulation that would have sent her over the edge.

An especially hard swat from the crop seemed to accent the denial. Tara cried out in frustration and tightened her inner muscles. If they wouldn’t get me off, I’ll do it myself.

“I heard that,” Isaac warned and removed his hand completely. “Our mate is trying to make herself come when I told her no. What should we do about that?”

Without warning, Jon brought the crop up between her thighs.

Tara screamed, shocked and angered by the harsh sting against her most sensitive flesh.

Jon swatted her pussy again, but the sting wasn’t as sharp.

Her inner muscles contracted spontaneously, and she moaned, wondering why in the world she had started this.

The third swat sent heat spiraling through her pussy and left her teetering on the brink of orgasm.

“Fight it off,” Jon ordered and waited for her to obey. Once she regained control of her senses, he rubbed the crop against her folds. “Who controls this lovely body?”

“You do,” she said reluctantly. “You and my other two mates.”

He slapped the insides of her thighs several times, then went back to cropping her bottom. Tara let out a ragged sigh. It still stung like fire, but these sensations were more easily processed.

Isaac played with her breasts for a few moments then slipped his hand back between her thighs. “You don’t have permission to come,” he warned and then resumed the teasing circles around her clit.

Sensations built inside her, swelling and receding, but never bursting into blissful orgasm. She was soaking wet and ached inside and out. How long did they intend to torment her?

“Do you accept our claim?” Isaac asked, his tone ringing with authority. “Are you willing to mate with us and only us forever?”

Jon hadn’t stopped spanking her, so Isaac’s questions were confusing.

Were they really going to exchange vows right now?

“Yes,” she cried as the crop found an especially tender spot on her left butt cheek.

Energy flowed into her mind and understanding unfurled inside her.

Isaac wanted to use the cropping to distract her while he anchored the soul bond.

Creating the empathic link had been painful. This might be a clever strategy.

“I accept your claim,” she continued. “I’m more than willing to be your mate. I crave the completeness and welcome the soul bond.”

The crop snapped against the lower curve of her bottom and Tara cried out.

Pain sliced through her body while fire erupted in her head.

Kyle fisted the back of her hair and turned her head so he could kiss her.

His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue boldly exploring her mouth.

Warm hands stroked her breasts while the spanking continued.

Isaac gradually expanded the psychic connection.

Heat and discomfort assailed her in waves, driving rational thought from her mind.

Nothing existed but pulsing energy and overwhelming sensations.

The world spun and Tara’s legs buckled. Jon wrapped his arm around her waist then caught the bend of her knees.

He lifted her trembling body off the floor.

Rather than sitting down with her, he passed her into Kyle’s waiting arms. She moaned as her freshly cropped bottom connected with Kyle’s thighs.

Her mind was starting to clear, but there was still so much pain.

Kyle’s lips returned to hers and she relaxed in his embrace. Her mates caressed and comforted her as the link slowly solidified. Concern and control, they were holding back their needs until they were sure she was all right. She eased away from Kyle and forced her eyes to open.