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Claimed by Brothers
A SciFi Menage Romance
Kai Lesy
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Barbarian Daddies (Preview)
Description
One Woman.
Two Possessive Warriors.
A Galaxy of Problems...
I'm no pushover.
A girl with a commonsense approach to life.
But there's nothing common about what's happening to me.
You'd think being abducted by aliens would be the end.
But that's how I met the duo of my dreams.
Two warrior brothers. Fighting for the good of their species.
Big, protective, and HOT.
They're not just warriors fighting evil;
They're also single dads to an adorable child.
In this world, it's customary for two men to share a single mate.
And they're both really, really into me...
But as we face the remnants of a civil war and looming danger I can't help but ask?...
Can love transcend the cosmos?
Or is am I just way in over my head?
Prologue
My name is Amber Cullen and I’m a changed woman.
The intensity of my arousal transcends the physical.
It honestly feels like I’m in a completely different dimension where pleasure could have no limits.
Where have these two been all my life?
Binzen wasn't exaggerating when he said this was going to be an intense experience.
It's utterly captivating, addicting even.
I never want to end.
Izzo grabs my hips, clawed fingers digging in. He doesn’t hurt me, but I actually like the sharpness of his touch. My bikini bottoms are on the floor, and so is his loincloth.
I feel his giant cock nestled between my curves, thick and veiny and extraordinarily long. He moves with purpose, spreading my juices all over his generous girth and testing my entrance with his large tip.
Binzen kisses me deeper and harder, then lets his tongue slide down the side of my neck. He takes one nipple in his mouth, and I whimper as his teeth nibble it in a playful fashion.
“Don’t stop,” I manage, my voice thready and weak.
“How could I?” Binzen shoots back, smiling at me. “I’m just getting started.”
His mouth devours my breasts while Izzo’s cock keeps testing my pussy. He guides it between my slick folds with only a few conscious hip thrusts, never letting go of me as I’m primed for one hell of a ride. I hold my breath as Binzen resumes his trail of kisses, gradually kneeling until his mouth finds my steaming love triangle.
“Oh, wow,” I cry out as his tongue lashes out and flicks my clit.
It’s so swollen and tender that every lap sends shockwaves through my body. Izzo’s fingers dig deeper, and I instinctively spread my legs to welcome him. I need him inside me, and he knows it.
He feels me in every possible way. I think I finally understand this connection, even though I cannot translate it into words. I’m getting closer to the edge, and I want to explore the outer reaches of this unbelievable dynamic.
“You taste like you were made for us,” Binzen groans as he licks my pussy, suckling on my clit until I’m forced to hold on to his shoulders in order to keep myself upright.
Izzo kisses my back, occasionally biting and causing new waves of frenzied arousal to wash over me. I glance down and watch Binzen as he removes his loincloth. I see his cock and realize a monster like that is currently probing my wet entrance, constantly testing, and stretching, and angling for more.
I can’t take my eyes off Binzen’s magnificent erection. It must be over ten inches long, if not more. I lick my lips as I admire it in its unquestioned glory—marvelously thick and dark red, veins threading along the engorged shaft while the tip swells like a mushroom.
Binzen looks up, his eyes locked on mine as he grabs my breasts again and eats me into oblivion, suckling on my clit—harder and harder while Izzo penetrates me from behind.
“OH, WOW, DON’T STOP!” I cry out in amazement and ravenous desperation.
I’m stretched beyond belief, and I have no idea how my body is so incredibly responsive and flexible, but I welcome him inside me. I take all of Izzo as Binzen pushes me over the edge with his tongue. I scream as Izzo thrusts himself deeper and as the devastating orgasm blows me apart, disintegrating me into a billion little pieces.
I’m still screaming in sheer bliss as Binzen squeezes every ripple out of me with his lips and tongue as Izzo goes deeper and harder, fucking my soul out of my body. I feel him, every inch, as he stretches and fills me to the brim and far beyond.
“Fuck me harder!” I manage.
“We can do so much more than that, wife,” Binzen replies as he gets up and gently coaxes me into bending over until my hands rest on his hips and my lips find the bulging tip of his erection. It is huge, and it’s making my mouth water as Izzo fucks me harder and faster.
“Take it like a good wife,” Binzen adds, his lips curl into a smile as he watches me open my mouth and slip my tongue out to taste him. “That’s it… Just like that, Amber… Just like that.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Izzo growls as he intensifies his possession of me. I’m split between them, spreading and stretching out into the very heart of the cosmos as I take Binzen into my mouth.
Relaxing my jaw and the back of my throat, I try to swallow as much of him as possible. The pre-cum trickles down my throat—sweet and salty at the same time. I could drink him whole. I want to drink him whole. “I want to taste you,” I tell Binzen, my eyes never leaving his.
“Ask and you shall receive.” He runs his fingers through my hair, keeping my head in place as he slowly starts fucking my mouth, driving me into a darkening madness. This bond of ours is real. I feel it. Every atom in my body feels it.
They’re both so big, I shouldn’t be able to withstand this, yet here I am, taking them both deeper and harder and faster. I whimper as Izzo grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. “Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop. Take me!”
As if unleashed, Izzo lets himself go and pounds into me, fast and ruthless in his conquest of my body and soul, while Binzen fills my mouth again. I need both hands to clutch the base of his cock, and I revel in the feel of his veins pulsating, of his arousal reaching a limit. I suckle the head, pressing my tongue against the tip before I deep-throat him as best as I can.
“You were made for us, Amber,” Izzo says. “Can you not feel it? Can you not see it?”
His hand finds my clit, rubbing it incessantly until another orgasm blows through me like a craven wildfire.
“Feel it,” Binzen hisses as my muffled cries of agony and ecstasy swallow his cum. He shoots his load into my mouth, and I swallow every drop as Izzo’s grip on me tightens as I feel him exploding inside me with animalistic thrusts.
Harder. DEEPER. So fucking hot, so fucking perfect.
I’m falling into chaos and drowning in these two magnificent creatures. I’m small and delicate yet so powerful as they fill me, they consume me, they break me apart and put me back together into a completely different woman.
My entire being bursts like the sun at dawn as I drink Binzen and as my pussy welcomes Izzo’s hot seed with tight clenches, squeezing him dry. The climax seems to last forever; my core ignited and alive, my senses trembling, and my knees shaking.
Sweat drips down my temples. I taste Binzen on my tongue as he pulls back and lifts my head so he can lovingly kiss me. His tail never let go of my waist throughout the entire moment, and neither did Izzo’s.
“Will you last until morning?” Izzo whispers in my ear.
Binzen grins as he licks my lips. “We’ll go easy on you, Amber.”
“You call this easy?” I’m panting, still coming down from the heavens.
But as Izzo withdraws and moves to the side so he can look at me, I realize I’m nowhere near done. If anything, they’ve started a fire only they can put out, and I don’t know how long it will take before I’m sated. I kiss Izzo on the lips while Binzen’s finger flicks my left nipple, his fangs nibbling on my bare shoulder.
“I want more,” I tell them. “I want so much more.”
“And we will give it to you,”
I'm certain I'm already irrevocably changed by these two; I can't imagine ever going back to the way things were.
1
Amber
Moments Earlier
“I’m so FUCKING done with that narcissistic PRICK!”
Breaking up with Hank was the best decision.
Textbook narcissist and of course no red flags until after we moved in together.
Clever strategy, waiting to unleash the kraken until I was too entangled to easily escape - but of course that didn’t stop me.
The man needed constant praise. It’s like he expected an applause for breathing. Ironic considering he was lackluster in bed.
Then there was his lack of empathy for anyone who didn’t share his reflection in the mirror. I kept lying to myself, thinking, 'He'll change. He'll see the light.'
Spoiler alert: The only light he saw were the imaginary stars swirling around his head when I smacked him sideways for being a cheating prick. I don’t like violence but catching him sexting his personal trainer with a picture of his eggplant was the last straw.
And it was the best damn thing to happen because it pushed me to finally break up with him. I left our apartment feeling a thousand pounds lighter.
And I haven’t looked back since.
Still I blame myself for falling into his trap in the first place. I’ve always been the no nonsense type that could easily read people. Apparently not all people.
Moving on from the lie was a bump in the road, but with my girlfriends supporting me, I'm a bad bitch back in business. I learned the hard way that my love couldn't fix someone who didn't see me as enough.
And tonight, the girls and I are celebrating six months of freedom.
“Ladies, I have to say, those kamikaze shots had something else in them,” I say as we trot out of the beach bar in the middle of a starry night. “I’m sure of it.”
“Well, let’s think about it. What’s in a kamikaze shot?” Jewel asks, slurring her words slightly.
Jewel’s a military girl, an Air Force pilot who rarely drinks, so it’s no wonder she can’t hold her liquor. Then again, we’re all way past tipsy at this point. I’ve lost count of how many shots we had on top of the margaritas we opened the evening with. But at least we’re still standing and nowhere near ready for bed.
It would be unreasonable to hit the sack this early, anyway. We only have this weekend to spend in Vancouver. We’re supposed to drive back to Seattle on Monday. Until then, we’re going to enjoy this summery getaway and then some.
“Vodka,” Alicia says, spraining her brain to remember the rest of the ingredients.
I’m laughing my ass off as we make our way down the sandy beach, the Pacific Ocean playfully lapping at our feet. “Triple sec and lime juice,” I add.
“Triple sex?” Alicia blurts out, somewhat confused.
“No, triple sec. S. E. C.”
“What the heck is that?” Jewel asks.
It’s a good thing nobody can hear us. We left the party at the beach bar terrace while the electronic music was still thudding and echoing into the night. More people are pouring into the bar from the city, but the girls and I have decided to go for a stroll along the beach. It was getting too crowded in there. Besides, it’s so beautiful out here as midnight approaches.
The middle of summer in Vancouver is surprisingly hot, but the ocean breeze still manages to take some of the edge off the heat. Under a sea of stars heralded by a full, pearly moon, the girls and I laugh and talk about the fun we’ve had—not to mention the fun we plan on having for the rest of this trip. We rarely manage to get together like this, especially since each of our careers has taken off in recent years.
“It’s a liquor made out of orange peels,” Cynthia explains. “Bartenders use it to make their cocktails stronger. It adds a nice zing to the drink, too.”
“Look at you, Little Miss Know-It-All,” Jewel chuckles.
“She dated that mixologist in Seattle,” Alicia quips. “Remember him? Constantine. Was that his name? Constantine?”
Cynthia can’t help but laugh. “Yeah. Nice guy. He liked snorting stuff, but other than that, he was heaps of fun. And I learned a lot during the short time we dated.”
We’re all barefoot, our fingers hooked through our high-heeled sandal straps as we go deeper into the night and farther away from the bustling, colorful weekend nightlife. I love this strip of beach because it dips along a residential neighborhood comprised mostly of vacation houses built on tall, wooden stilts overlooking the ocean. The sand is warm and soft, beautifully golden during the day, but the moonlight gives it a silvery glow.
The water stretches out for seemingly forever, dark waves trembling under the stars, and as the salty air fills my lungs and I relax, my thoughts are tranquil. I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or just the overall joie de vivre I feel when I’m around my best friends, but I would love to go for a dip in the ocean.
“Come on, let’s swim,” I say, already peeling off my pale pink sequined dress.
“Isn’t it cold? We’re in the north here, babe,” Cynthia reminds me. “North of Seattle, I might add.”
“Yeah, but it’s still hot! Can’t you feel how hot the sand is?”
Jewel shoots me a cool grin as she slips out of her black tennis dress, dropping her sandals along with it. “I can’t feel anything at this point. I’ll blame it on the triple sex and join you.”
“Triple sec!” Cynthia says with a giggle.
“It sounds more fun the way I say it,” Jewel insists.
Man, I am glad to be with them. We’ve known each other since we were kids growing up in downtown Seattle. Our childhoods were anything but easy—tough family situations, a certain degree of poverty, and a shoddy economy had a noticeable impact on our upbringing, but we stuck together through the years, supporting and encouraging one another without hesitation. I love how we each developed such varied paths and personalities, yet we still work as a team when we’re reunited, like pieces of the same puzzle.
Jewel is the military brat who followed in her father’s footsteps. Sporting short, curly brown hair, delicate caramel skin, and curious hazel eyes, ever the tomboy in our group, she elbowed her way through the military academy and became one of the youngest and most promising Air Force pilots by the time she turned twenty-two.
“All right, fine, I give up!” Cynthia exclaims and sloughs off her shimmery, emerald-green tank top and black leather pencil skirt. Earlier in the evening, we all decided to wear our bikinis underneath our dresses. I guess we knew eventually, it would boil down to this. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
Cynthia is the oldest of our crew, a fine woman at twenty-eight and an exceptional doctor. She’s about one year shy of finishing her residency at Seattle General Hospital. She wears her long black hair combed into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, her green eyes constantly scanning everything around us—a habit she picked up from time spent in the ER. A hard-working woman, Cynthia has already seen plenty of tragedy rolling into her ward on bloodied gurneys, yet she’s still fun-loving and warm.
“Hypothermia,” Alicia suggests, but she’s already wriggled out of her baby-blue cocktail dress and has her feet in the icy water. “That’s the worst that can happen. But it might be worth it. Oh, it’s chilly!”
“It’s not as warm as the sand was,” I concede as I go farther out.
Goosebumps prickle my skin, but I love the feeling. My spine tingles with delight as the ocean laps at my thick thighs, the water rising with each low wave to engulf my full hips. With each minute that passes, we laugh harder and squeal louder as we go deeper, delighted by the iciness washing over us.
“This is insane!” Cynthia says.
“Yet I don’t see you getting out!” Alicia shoots back with a laugh.
“I love it!” I reply, my cheeks burning as my body attempts to regulate its temperature against the cold water. “I LOVE IT!”
Jewel chuckles dryly. “Now you know what the first day of basic training was like for me!”
I’m so happy to be here. I’ve barely turned twenty-five, and only now am I realizing how little I’ve actually lived. Having met Hank when I was twenty-one, I completely devoted myself to the relationship, even though part of me knew it wasn’t good enough for me. But I stuck with it. At least I managed to get my fitness certification and built my clientele at the gym; otherwise, it would’ve sucked to depend on him financially. It would’ve made leaving him even harder.
