Blood of Souls

by Vivien Dean

  Annie glanced over her shoulder. “You said you did this before. That you shared with Quin.”

  “I did.” His hand came up to her jaw and angled her closer, until their mouths skimmed across each other. “But none were like you, Annie.”

  He silenced her with a kiss. His mouth was different than Quin’s, fuller, softer, and his questing wasn’t quite as demanding. But his tongue tasted sweet, teasing rather than taking, and Annie gave herself over to it, leaning against his broad chest as Quin’s hands danced over her skin.

  When she and Theo parted, they were both panting.

  Annie was the one who sought his mouth the second time. So wrapped up in his sinful kisses, she was barely aware of Quin sinking to his knees, or of the way he nibbled at the edges of her tiny bikini briefs. She shivered without his body heat to warm her, prompting Theo to turn her around the rest of the way.

  “I’m not cold,” she murmured against his lips.

  He smiled. “Maybe I just wanted to hold you.”

  His hard cock pressed into her stomach through the baggy sweats. Would they both want to fuck her at the same time? Would he rather Quin fucked him while she watched? How did threesomes do this?

  For the moment, he seemed satisfied with the voracious kisses that left her muscles liquid. Quin was still on his knees, but his mouth was busy licking and nibbling, stopping at the small of her back and trailing down. He bit her ass through the fabric, making her squeak. But when she tried to squirm away, Theo tightened his grip.

  “Has Quin ever taken you there? Of course, he has,” he said, answering his own question. “I remember what it’s like. How you think you’ll split apart in those seconds before pain becomes pleasure. When you think it’s impossible to take any more, and then he pushes in a little bit deeper—”

  “You’re putting ideas in my head,” Quin rumbled. He pulled down the delicate fabric to expose her completely. “And we don’t want to overwhelm Annie.”

  “Too late for that.” Her mouth was swollen, her skin like fire. Theo filled her head, while Quin filled her soul. “Don’t you want him like that?”

  Theo smiled. “Perhaps next time will be my turn. But I could always prepare him for you. Get him wet so that it’s easier for you.”

  Behind her, Quin cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “They have lube especially for that now,” he said. “Annie doesn’t—”

  “I don’t mind.” The admission startled even her.

  Delight burned in Theo’s eyes, but it was Quin who spoke.

  “Be certain, Annie.” He rose to his feet and trapped her between their hard bodies again. “It’ll only be harder for me to let you go if that’s what you wish, if we share this now.”

  Annie glanced up, from one man to the other. Last chance to back out.

  “I’m here. I want this. If he can watch you be with me, I can do the same.”

  The men moved in unison, stepping back to strip out of the rest of their clothing. Annie sat on the edge of the bed to watch, transfixed by the glorious specimens ready to show her how much they wanted her. Her estimation of Theo’s cock had been correct, though its smooth shaft had a slight bend to the right that made her want to reach out and pull it straight again. It was easy to see what Quin had seen in him. He would have taken Theo under his wing to coddle and adore, while it was obvious Theo was prepared to submit to all Quin’s authority.

  Much like Annie had always done. Perhaps this was not such an impossibility, after all.

  Quin’s hungry gaze settled on her, but the same hunger sparkled in Theo’s when he fixed it on Quin’s cock. He sank to his knees and lightly grasped its length, cradling it like it was the best treat ever to be offered. His tongue darted out and curled around the tip, and the groan that came from both men made Annie shiver.

  “Lay back,” Quin said to her, his voice husky. He dropped a hand to thread through Theo’s hair, guiding his attentions. “This only gets us half ready to fuck you.”

  She scooted back along the bed, bending her knees to expose herself. Rather than lying flat, she propped herself up on her elbows, watching Quin caress Theo’s cheek before pulling away and climbing on to join her. He lay on his side between her thighs and ran his fingers along her slit. With his hot breath hitting her clit and his hotter hands stroking her skin, Annie could barely contain the tremors in her arms.

  They only grew stronger when Theo gently pushed Quin’s hips sideways so that his erection was accessible.

  She had never entertained the notion of what it would be like to watch someone else pleasure Quin. She’d always assumed she’d be too jealous to tolerate it. But seeing the bliss take over both men’s faces when Theo wrapped his lips around the head of Quin’s dripping cock evoked none of that. It made her mouth water, made her long to be down there with him, showing Quin just how much she wanted him, too. It made her muscles contract and her ass tighten when Quin coated it lightly in her ready juices. It made her see just how much Theo adored Quin, how quick he was to dismiss his own desires in order to give to the man he loved.

  And yet, Quin didn’t turn away from her. His finger circled her tight hole, soothing the tension away. The noises that came from his throat were as much in response to his hunger for her as it was to Theo’s continued lavishing of his cock. Even when he began to thrust lightly in order to meet Theo’s mouth, he continued to nibble along her soft flesh.

  “More,” she panted. The teasing was growing to be too much. “Please, Quin.”

  He lifted his head, his lips shiny. “Do you mean this?”

  Annie gasped when he sank his index finger into her waiting passage. “God, yes…” Her head tilted back, and she clenched around the intrusion, adjusting to the new fullness.

  “Your cock is considerably larger than your finger,” she heard Theo tease.

  “Should I give her more then?”

  “Yes. Make it three.”

  This conversation about what they were going to do to her seemed far too natural. Annie couldn’t protest, however. Quin was true to Theo’s instruction and pushed two more fingers in to join the first.

  “Ah!” She arched her back, bearing down on his fingers. She had no idea what Theo was doing at this point, nor, she found, did she care. Quin knew how to play her body, how to bring her to the edge of such torturous desire, and she simply wanted to give herself over to him.

  Slowly, he set a careful rhythm, stretching her tight channel as the rest of her melted into the sheets. She vaguely heard moans, the sound of a mouth licking and swallowing around skin, but it wasn’t until she heard Quin’s ragged, “Enough or I’ll come,” that she realized how thorough Theo’s oral attention must be.

  Annie opened her eyes to see Theo rising to his feet. The smile he flashed at her was radiant, a reflection of the happiness in his eyes, but he didn’t move until Quin had knelt between her legs, pushing her knees back against her chest in order to expose her ass even more. Then Theo stepped forward and grasped Quin’s cock at the root. Both men watched hungrily as Theo guided him to her opening. He didn’t even let go when Quin began to press inside.

  She scrambled to hold onto something—anything—as the burn spread from her hole to the rest of her body. Beads of sweat popped out on Quin’s brow from how tightly he held onto his control.

  “So tight,” he grunted.

  Theo pressed his free hand to Annie’s stomach, soothing as he stroked. “Relax.”

  “I am.”

  “Help her,” Quin ground out. He had frozen with just the head breaching the tight ring, but she could tell from the way he gripped her thighs that he was dying to push deeper. “I can’t—”

  “This is my pleasure.”

  The bed shifted beneath Annie, and she looked up in time to see Theo’s dark head lower to the junction of her thighs. The angle was wrong to know what he was up to, but then she felt it, a wet flick across her clit, and she bucked upward, driving more of Quin’s cock into her ass.
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br />   They kept up that delicate balance—Quin sliding deeper, Theo licking her pussy, Annie doing everything she could not to cry out from the sensory overload—for what seemed like forever. When she felt the soft slap of Quin’s balls against her skin, she almost sighed in relief.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. It had already taken too long just to get him sheathed. All three of them were drenched in sweat, hearts hammering an unheard tympani. “God, Quin, just fuck me.”

  His hands trembled where he held her legs. “Are you up to more?”

  “More?”

  “Theo deserves to come, as well.”

  Theo lifted his head away from her folds, turning bright eyes in her direction. Even if she wanted to, the second their eyes locked, she knew she could never refuse him. There was no guile there, nothing but faith. She reached for his hip, skimming her fingertips along his smooth skin.

  “Come here,” she coaxed.

  He moved carefully, throwing a long leg over her chest in order to straddle her. His long, slim cock dragged between her breasts, and she grasped its base, angling it away from his body in order to draw her tongue across the slit.

  Theo shuddered. “Thank you,” he whispered. In the next breath, his mouth was back on her pussy.

  It was hard not to lose herself completely. Theo pressed her farther into the bed, overwhelming without crushing, while Quin began to pump in shallow strokes in and out of her ass. She tried to swallow more of Theo’s length, but he seemed content having her suck at the tip, her teeth occasionally scraping across his velvety skin. Annie wrapped her arms around his hips, her fingertips caressing the crack of his ass, grateful for something firm to finally hold on to.

  All the while, Quin talked.

  He murmured endearments—how much he loved her, how glad he was Theo was back, how lucky he was to have both of them in that moment. He grunted exclamations, usually when she felt Theo’s mouth move away from her for a split second, most likely to kiss or lick at Quin’s flesh. He ground out orders, telling Theo to bite Annie’s thigh, telling Annie to slap at Theo’s ass. He knew exactly what to tell them to drive them to new heights, spiraling with them with his quickening pace.

  Theo broke first. Annie felt his balls tighten against her fingertips, his erratic breath flow over her folds. He thrust to meet her mouth, driving past her tongue and into her throat without waiting for invitation. When he began to shoot, he cried out, and his mouth clamped around her clit, echoing his orgasm straight into her flesh.

  Annie could barely swallow his come before her body seized, muscles spasmed, everything turned to liquid fire as she matched his release. She thrashed beneath him, but Quin’s hands were unyielding, gripping her hips to plough into her ass without breaking his rhythm. She vaguely heard his shout of pleasure, but she did feel the way his cock jerked against her walls, coating them as he shot over and over again.

  Theo pulled out of her mouth, immediately turning around in order to press his mouth to hers. His tongue sought out the fluid she hadn’t yet swallowed completely, taking it for his own, and she clung to his back, needy of the strength he possessed. Her entire being was shaken, her world askew. In that moment, she needed not the man she loved, but the other one who loved him, the one who claimed to love her as well, and it was a realization that made her squeeze her eyes shut in shock.

  Gently, Quin pulled away. Rather than join them on the bed, she heard him cross to the bathroom, the water in the sink running for a moment before he returned. A warm cloth swiped across her sore bottom, cleaning her off with a tenderness only Quin could exhibit.

  Theo broke the kiss, wiping away the sweaty strands of hair sticking to her forehead. “Do you not see how it could be now?” he asked quietly.

  Mute, Annie nodded. The sex would be phenomenal. But that didn’t satisfy the worry of whether it would be enough.

  Perhaps he saw the question in her eyes. Brushing another kiss across her temple, Theo rolled to the side, resting his arm along her waist. “I think I’ve finally fathomed how it is I came to be free.”

  Quin stopped, staring down at them. “How?”

  “You said it was my blood on the sword.” Annie was too limp at the moment to do much more than frown. “It couldn’t have been anything else.”

  “No, but there remains the question of why your blood. Why not someone else’s.” He caressed her sweat-damp skin, tickling along her ribs. “I would give anything for Quin. I would walk away if he told me to. Just like you tried to do. Because we’d do anything to make Quin happy.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “I think only someone who’d be willing to sacrifice everything for him had the power to free me. Only you have loved Quin that much.”

  There was no point in denying it. It was all true. “But that’s because that’s what love is all about,” she said.

  “But sometimes, love is selfish,” Theo continued. “Sometimes, you have to take what you want. So what do you want, Annie? What do you want to do?”

  “Stay.” She didn’t even have to contemplate it. “I want to stay.”

  Quin’s exhalation was audible. As he stepped away, his smile beamed. “We need to celebrate in style,” he said as he returned to the bathroom. “I’m going to shave and then we’re getting dressed and going out. Theo needs to see how the world has changed.”

  “You do that.” Annie snuggled into Theo’s embrace, letting her eyes drift shut. “Wake me when it’s my turn to use the bathroom.”

  The distant sound of water running in the sink was background music to the thud of Theo’s heart beneath her ear. She was almost asleep, lulled by the comforting rhythms, when she heard Quin’s cry of pain.

  She stiffened when Theo sat up. “What’s wrong?” she called out.

  Quin didn’t respond.

  Exchanging worried glances, Annie and Theo rose from the bed, ignoring their clothing to go to the bathroom.

  Quin stood at the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Blood stained the shaving cream that covered half his face, and more blood seeped from the cut along his jaw. “I cut myself,” he said. “I never cut myself.”

  Her mouth twitched. “So maybe you’re a little distracted this morning.”

  “No.” He swiped at the foam, running his fingers under the water to wash the blood away. More filled the cut to replace it. “You don’t get it, Annie. I don’t bleed. It always reverses itself. It’s part of the immortality curse. I haven’t had a cut like this last for longer than a moment before.”

  “Before.” Theo stood in the doorway behind them. “Before I came back.”

  Quin lifted shocked eyes to gape at her in amazement. “You didn’t just free Theo. You freed me.”

  “I didn’t. I didn’t do anything.”

  “You did.” Heedless of the foam still on his face, he scooped her into his arms, crushing her against his chest as he buried his face in her hair. “Oh, Annie. I always knew you were special. This just proves it.”

  She wasn’t entirely sure what this proved, except now she didn’t have to worry about him grieving for eternity when those he loved passed on. Those. Plural. He loves both of us.

  “This is even more reason to celebrate,” Theo said.

  “Yes. And considering she’s the reason we have reason at all to do so, it should be Annie’s choice.”

  Her gaze jumped between the two men, drinking in their adoration. Slowly, she smiled and reached a hand out to Theo, drawing him into the circle of Quin’s arms. Tilting her head up, she brushed a kiss across his mouth, then turned and did the same to Quin. Her heart swelled.

  “Let’s stay in.”

  VIVIEN DEAN

  Vivien Dean has had a lifetime love affair with stories. A multi-published author, her books have been EPPIE finalists, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Nominees, and reader favorites. After spending her twenties and early thirties traveling, she has finally settled down and currently resides in northern California with
her husband and two children.

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