MARKED

Lila's POV

My hands shook in reaching the knots of my gown, the stuff which was sticking to my flesh in the stifling atmosphere of the royal chamber. Their gaze reduced the size of the room, and the silence was pushing in, making my pulse feel like a thunder-clap in my ears. I was not given an option, either decline and I and Darren were dead. So I untied the knots, the dress falling off my shoulders and gathering in my feet.

I was naked now, and stood there, with my skin tingling with the cold draft and their eyes consuming me. I could feel my breasts swell and fall with every shaky breath, and my nipples swell hard against my will. I crossed my arms, and was automatically cut off by the low voice of Daniel. 'Hands down, breeder. Let us see what we've claimed.' His voice was calm, authoritative, angerless--simply fact. I moved my arms, and the blood rushed through my cheeks, as the brothers stared at my naked form, my untouched pussy bare, the dark curls in between my legs failing to conceal my nakedness.

The first to move was Marcus, his movements are fluid and powerful. He bridged the gap in two more steps, picking me up bridal style like I had no weight at all. Iron bands round my knees, round my back, his arms, my skin against his shirt, bare to the rough weave. “Hush,” he said, his breath hot on my ear as he brought me to the bed. The bed sank under us, the sheets touching my flesh. Daniel moved nearer on my other side, his hand on my thigh and it gave me a jolt.

They didn't rush. Marcus followed my collarbone with his fingers, first light, but insistent, then down to grasp one breast. His thumb was rounding my nipple, and not enough to make me gasp, and the feeling was new . “You are untouched, a virgin,” he said, with rumbling voice. 'Breathe.' I made an attempt, but my heart beat hurried on when Daniel leant forward, tongue flicking out to lick my nipple before his mouth closed on and slowly he began to suck. It was gentle , yet the drawing of his mouth caused my back to curve a little. Their hands travelled over me, Marcus slipping between my thighs, pushing them part with his fingers, Daniel kissing my neck, his beard scratching my flesh. I was naked, and my pussy ached as Marcus touched it and his fingers ran through over it, over my clit and rubbing in circles. I felt fear curling in my stomach, but the warmth that was growing there drove it away and in its place came something indescribable, like aching.

“Good girl,” Daniel whispered against my body and one finger went into my entrance and slowly he pushed his finger into my pussy. I moaned, the penetration was alien yet not hurtful, only full.

“Ouch .” I cried out as he added another finger. Marcus sucking on my nipple and Daniel fingers deeper and inside me. My body acted against my will, and hips moved towards his hands, and the pleasure wound round. Never had I felt this, never had I dreamt of such hands could persuade me of such need.

Marcus drew away and off first, his clothing dropping off him in an efficient manner. His cock leaped out, thick and stiff, the veins running all the way along. He stood between my legs, and rubbed the head against my pussy, and coated it with my arousal. “I’ll be gentle since it’s your first time,” he said and then looked at me. I nodded, and bit my lip, as he thrust in, the stretch burning, my virginity giving in with a sharp twinge. But he stood still, making me fit, his hands rubbing up and down my hips. He stuffed me inch by inch, until he was all in, my walls closing over him. Then he moved, and made steady and controlled strokes. Each stroke felt like hell, I wanted to cry , scream or do anything to replace the pain.

“Shhh.” Daniel said, slowly sucking on my nipple while his fingers twisted and pulled the other.

I moaned, and I was surprised by it, and my hands were clenching the sheets. It was no longer pain, it was only the accumulation of pressure, pleasure that made my toes curl. Marcus stroked me slowly, his breath coming rough, his sweat streaming over his chest. “Tight as hell.” He said, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue in my mouth, and his hips snapping at me.

The beat dragged me down, the terror forgotten in the slap of flesh against flesh. As he came, it was with a groan, spurts of hot cum filling my pussy, and his body trembling over mine. He drew back gradually, cum streaming out of me, yet Daniel was there immediately, and replaced him.

Daniel was bigger, his cock slid in easily because I was still wet with Marcus’s seed. His strokes were more profound, more harder, yet not coarse--merely strong, possessive. I wrapped my legs round him automatically, the sensation being more intense, the waves of pleasure tearing through me. “Fuck she feels good,” said Daniel to his brother. I screamed when my orgasm occurred, sudden and so strong, my pussy throbbing around the cock of Daniel. He came after, and, slamming in deep and stretching me out, the warmth of his seed mingled with Marcus his, and the breeding intent was served in a manner which now sent a thrill through me rather than terror.

I was lying on the bed, attempting to get my breath. Daniel on my left, Marcus on my right, when suddenly the two rubbed their faces on my neck. My flesh was brushed with fangs. I closed my eyes, wondering what it was they wanted when suddenly I felt two sharp stings in my neck.

They marked me as their mate!

I opened my eyes and said, 'Marked?