[M] Bad Dogs Get Punished

Zakhar already knew what she liked and how she liked to be handled in these situations where she allowed them to touch her.

Her back ached as she moaned, her chest pressing up into his grasp, her face nuzzling up against his as he bit into her flesh.

Lia's hands reached down to grip onto Coilean's hips to hold herself up as she thrust down against him with greater force.

The older Lycan whined softly as Lia's hips moved against him with more force.

This was hot and he was very very aroused and he was feeling a lot of stimulation.

The Lycan whimpered softly, staring up at Lia pleasingly. He wanted to come. he'd learnt from watching Asher and Zakhar that orgasm restriction was common and Lia liked to be in control over their orgasms. He didn't want to disappoint her.

Zakhar bit into the woman's neck again, swallowing mouthfuls of her blood greedily.

Lia cried out as Zakhar tore into her neck, craning it back so he could have full access to it.

Her eyes stayed locked on Coilean as she looked down at him, the man looked about ready to come and she debated about whether or not to let him come yet.

She shook her head softly, he couldn't come yet, he needed to learn some orgasm control and that wouldn't happen until she actually made him hold out.

Lean whimpered softly at her denial.

He wanted to come. He'd been put through forced orgasms but not orgasm denial. This would be incredibly difficult for him.

The Irishman bit harder into the skin on his forearm with another soft, pathetic whimper, staring up at her as she moved on top of him.

Zakhar couldn't hold back the grin curling on his lips.

Coilean looked adorable laid that that pleading for a release.

"Zakhar..."

She muttered out, pressing her body back against him, her marked back pressing up against his muscular torso.

"Make me come."

A soft purr rumbled in her chest, Coilean wouldn't be able to thrust up into her without falling over the edge so it was up to Zakhar to provide the stimulation she needed.

Her head tilted back as she claimed her Mate's lips again, moaning as she tasted her own blood on his tongue.

The Rus gave a low purr at the order.

Coilean couldn't do this yet. he couldn't push aside his own feelings of arousal ad pleasure someone else. He wasn't experienced enough; hadn't been trained.

This was something Zakhar could do and he was proud of that.

He could do something for Lia that Coilean couldn't. He could show off to her. He was competitive by nature and, though he loved Coilean, he always wanted to prove himself as the better Slave.

His thrusts sped up, one hand continuing tugging at her nipples while the other slid down her stomach to rub firmly at her clit.

Lia became still with the oldest Lycan still buried deep inside of her while Zakhar thrust into her more brutally.

He always knew what to do, how to do it and when, even without her having to tell him to, Zakhar just knew how to serve her.

Her body pushed up against him, her back arched and her head tilted back as a low moan passed her lips, her body giving a delighted shudder as he touched her.

Zakhar was pleased with this.

He knew her better than the other two. He'd known her longer, been with her more often. he was connected to her on a level that the other two wouldn't ever be able to reach.

He could do things to her that the others wouldn't know how to simply because they didn't know her well enough.

With a little smirk the younger Lycan's fingers dipped into the woman, three pushing into her alongside Coilean's arousal, curling and pushing against her firmly as his thumb rubbed tight, hard circles against her clit.

Coilean moaned as the fingers pushed against him, trying to keep as still as he could.

With a grin, Zakhar bit into her neck again, hips rocking harder against her.

She muttered out her lover's name with a breathy moan, not many people could take as much as she could, a man in her ass, another inside of her as well as three more fingers.

Lia writhed against his fingers, moving against both of the men's arousal's, thrusting her hips as a shudder ran through her.

She would be lasting much longer at this pace, she had missed them and having both of them at the same time was overwhelming.

Zakhar gave a little smirk when she muttered his name.

"Yes, Mistress?" he asked with a cheeky little grin, thrusting his fingers deeper into her as his hips thrust into her hard.

Teasing her when she was needy like this was fun. She was in charge but she was so lost in the passion and sensation that she wasn't laying down any firm rules. He could afford to be a little cheeky at times like this.

Coilean whined softly when she began moving against him again. He was so close.

Please, the Irishman thought desperately as his eyes searched out hers again, please let me come, Mistress.

Her hand reared back and smacked him firmly on his backside, she may have allowed him to pleasure her but she wasn't allowing him to misbehave by being cheeky.

The woman's gaze turned down to the older Lycan as she shook her head softly.

"A little bit longer Coilean, I want both of you to come with me."

All three of them coming in unison would be a beautiful thing she only hope Zakhar was aroused enough and Coilean could hold out for a few more moments.

A loud moan passed the woman's lips as the man's fingers thrust into her again.

"Zakhar, hurry up and make me come."

She muttered sternly as she rested her head back against his shoulder.

Zakhar gave a pleased groan when she slapped him.

He understood that being slapped was supposed to be a punishment but he honestly couldn't take it as a punishment. The hot sting of slapped flesh just felt too good to be a punishment.

Coilean whimpered pathetically. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to take of this.

"Yes, Mistress," the Russian replied with a grin. All at once his pace sped up and became rougher, his thumb rubbed against her clit harder and faster and he bit down into the side of her neck until he tasted blood, continuing to bite down even afterwards.

Out of the three of them today, Lia would be going home with the most marks on her skin.

Lia cried out as he sped up, that was an overload of sensation, pleasure pulsed through her pelvis as pain shot down her neck, all blending into one intense experience.

She moved her hips, thrusting down against the two of them brutally for a few moments before she moan loudly, her breath coming in shallow pants as she hit her climax.

Her body throbbed and clenched around both Lycan hungrily, her body pulsing in waves of pleasure as the man forced her over the edge.

She had told them to come with her as such she continued to move, riding out her own orgasm on top of the two men.

As soon as he felt her body clench around him, Coilean cried loud loudly, back arching, thrusting into her as he came.

Zakhar had to thrust into her deeply a few more times, moving the plug inside of him around, before he was able to come, though the feeling was no less brilliant. It felt so much more intense with the plug inside of him.

Both men grunted, thrusting into the woman slowly until the had completely ridden out their climaxes.

Coilean slumped back onto the couch panting heavily while Zakhar pulled out of the Fallen slowly, resting on his knees on the couch as he regained his breath, arms still wrapped around her; the fingers that had been inside of her now splayed out over her pelvis.

Lia grunted softly as Zakhar pulled out of her, she lifted her pelvis, letting the older Lycan slip out of her gently as she leaned back against her Mate, nuzzling against him affectionately as her hand stroked over Coilean's thighs as he recovered.

They had obviously been watched during that, the people around them were now going at it like rabbits, their gaze flicking up to the Fallen and her two Lycan with envy.

The woman smiled softly and sprawled out on the couch with a contented murmur.

Zakhar pulled Lia against him when she leaned back against him, nuzzling into her neck, lapping at the blood on her pale skin.

The two Lycan had such different reactions.

For Coilean that had been a truly intense Session and he was tired and very very sensitive.

Zakhar, on the other hand, had been through much much worse Sessions with Belial. That had only really been a work up to a much more intense Session for him.

One thing the both of them shared was their want to carry on.

Both of them wanted more from their Mistress.

Lia turned around in the Lycan's grasp, pushing him back against the couch as she lay out on top of him.

The woman leaned down, her tongue lapping over the man's lips, purring as the taste of her own blood lingered there.

A wicked smirked pulled at her lips as she leaned down and whispered in his ears so only he would hear.

"I hope you're not tired at all, we have an entire mating season to make up for when we get home."

Once they set foot in that bedroom Hell was going to break loose, both of them would be bleeding and fucking and bruised.

"I'm not that out of practise," he snorted softly.

It would take a lot more than fucking two people while he was filled with a plug and hook to do him in.

He was looking forwards to when they got home. He wanted to claw and bite and fuck her until neither of them could move.

"I'm looking forward to it."

He couldn't wait to spend the night with her.

"I'll be the judge of that."
She murmured, if he was out of practice she would very promptly get to work with retraining him until he was in fine form once again.

"As am I."

Lia replied, her hand traveling down to stroke over his body, caressing his thigh before her finger curled through the ring in his around, slowly pulling out the plug and bringing it to her lips, her tongue trailing over the warm metal slowly, lapping up the last of the man's release with a purr.

"Are you going to judge my ability to please you on a scale of one to ten?" he asked with a little smirk.

He'd hit that ten. Maybe even get an eleven. He knew how to please Lia.

Zakhar's lips parted and he gave a soft gasp as the plug was pulled out of him, writhing a little under her.

He watched as her tongue trailed over the metal with a soft groan before his eyes slid shut and he tilted his head back to offer her his collared throat.

He could please her in little ways until he had a chance to really prove that he knew her and could please her. She liked seeing him bare his throat. She thought it was a very wolf-like submissive thing to do and it pleased her that even at his basic Wolf instincts, he submitted to her.

She smirked as he groaned, making her Mate hot and bothered was really one of her joys in life.

A low purr rumbled in her chest as he presented his neck to her, such submission, Zakhar was a careful man when it came to exposing his weaknesses and seeing him submit like that with absolute trust had a smile spreading across her lips.

Lia leaned forward and captured his throat, her teeth tearing into the flesh easily and when his blood spilled over her tongue she lapped it up eagerly, pressing her body down against his.

His body pressed up against hers when her teeth pierced his throat.

If this were anyone else - anyone but Belial - he would have been scared. Angry. He'd lash out and fight. He hated having people he didn't trust at his throat. It scared him because that was the most vulnerable place on his body. If someone had him pinned it would be difficult to escape. If someone had him pinned and was tearing at his throat, it would be damned near impossible for him to escape without some serious damage.

Zakhar's eyes slid shut and his fingers ran through her long, black hair with a little smile on his face.

He trusted her completely.

Her motions slowed, her tongue gently stroking over the open wound on her Lover's flesh as she pressed down against him.

A soft purr sounded in her chest as he stroked her hair, how she had managed to get a man like him to change his way and allow her to have him in a position where it would be all too easy to kill him was unknown to her, it seemed everyone she took in slowly became more trusting.

Her own hands stroked through his hair as she gripped the back of his neck firmly and tilted his head back further.

Zakhar wasn't trusting. Only with Belial.

He trusted Belial because they had been through so much together and he had seen what Belial could do; what he would never do to Zakhar. They'd been through so much together that he could do nothing but trust Belial unconditionally.

His head tilted back further when he was coaxed.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest.

"Lets get you back home, I think we have some time to make up for."

She purred, a months worth of fucking themselves senseless, they had missed out on that though she had to wonder how the two of them have been getting along, it was easy enough to see that Zakhar had been trailing Coilean's ass very well.

Lia wanted her Mate and she wanted him now, this would be one show the people in the club wouldn't be allowed to view.