The Rýkr Duet

by M. E. Clayton

  His lips rolled in and that’s when I knew, for a fact, that he was laughing at me. “Look, I’m going to make the same demand of you that I did of your brother,” he finally said. “I don’t pretend to understand any of this, and I’m not going to stand in the way of anything that could cause my girls harm. Still, I need your promise that Neve will be safe with you.” His eyes narrowed on me. “I care that my girls are safe. I’d like to see them happy as well, but their safety is what matters to me the most right now. While I don’t understand any of this, their safety is what concerns me the most.” He straightened to his full height. “Can you keep her safe?”

  “Not only can I keep Neve safe, but I’d give my life for hers, sir,” I replied. “And while I realize you have no true understanding of what this is, take how you feel about your wife and multiply it by forever. That’s what I have with your daughter. That’s what Griffin has with Avalon.”

  He didn’t remark on my statement for a few uncomfortable seconds. When he finally did speak, it was to say, “Well, you might as well come on in.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  After he stepped aside to let me inside his home, he shut the door behind us, and asked, “So, what can you do?”

  I turned to face him. “I can manipulate emotions, control the weather, and I can see visions,” I told him. “I can’t see the future like Griffin can, though. My visions are stationary.”

  Mr. Lively’s brow furrowed. “You can do all that, yet you stood out there and let me grill you.”

  “Your daughter has made it very clear that she’d kill me if I ever used my gifts on you or your wife, so…” I shrugged. “The hard way it is.”

  The man didn’t blink an eye. “Yeah, that sounds like Neve.”

  “If it’s any consolation, Griffin and I are just as pissed off about all this as I’m sure you and Mrs. Lively are. As I’m sure the girls are,” I told him. “It’s an adjustment for all of us.”

  “Is your father really that big of a jackass?” he asked, not worried about offending me at all.

  “Yep.”

  “And is there a plan for that?”

  “Yes, sir,” I answered.

  Another deep breath. “Have a seat, son.”

  I sat as he went in search of his wife, Neve, or both. Avalon was with Griffin at the movies, so I knew she wasn’t home. The second I had made up my mind about Neve, I had informed him of my plans, so he was doing me a solid by keeping Avalon occupied.

  When I heard the sounds of footsteps, I stood up, polite manners something that have been ingrained in us since birth. Mr. Lively was walking back into the living room with Mrs. Lively and Neve following behind him.

  I waited for the females of the house to sit before joining Mr. Lively in taking our seats, manners obviously important to him, too. I looked at Neve. “Hey, baby.” Mr. Lively closed his eyes and Mrs. Lively let out a soft sigh.

  “Hey,” Neve grumbled, and I chuckled.

  Ignoring her less-than-enthusiastic greeting, I turned towards her father. “I’m not going to feed you a line of pleasantries, especially since you already know what I’m doing here.” Mr. Lively gave me a terse nod. “However, I promise to return her tomorrow after school, and I swear to you that she’ll be safe with me, sir.”

  “So, is your plan to let Neve finish her senior year of school, too?” Mrs. Lively asked.

  I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in. “Even if I wanted to take Neve back to Rýkr with me, I don’t think it’s a good idea to separate the girls while they’re…uh, coming to terms with everything. And Griffin’s not onboard with anything that would make Avalon unhappy.”

  Mrs. Lively’s face softened while Mr. Lively snorted. “I should hope not,” he replied.

  “The plan is to let the girls finish school, and then go from there,” I repeated.

  “But aren’t you…according to everything that Griffin’s told us, aren’t you royalty where you come from?” Mrs. Lively asked. “Doesn’t that mean you have obligations back home.”

  I nodded. “I am and I do,” I confirmed. “However, my father should have thought about that before he screwed me over.”

  “It’s not that simple, though, is it?” Mr. Lively asked, Neve still quiet as a church mouse.

  “No, sir.” I shook my head. “It’s not, but it needs to be. I’m not going to do anything to cause your daughters any more distress.”

  “Very well-”

  “However, we will be taking a trip up to Rýkr this weekend,” I informed him if Neve already hasn’t. “This thing needs to be hashed out and the girls deserve answers. That’s the only way they’re going to get them.”

  Mr. Lively nodded. “Neve’s already informed us of the trip.”

  And because these two people were just a much a victim of Astra’s manipulations as we were, I said, “You both are free to come with us, if you’d like.”

  Mrs. Lively couldn’t hide her surprise. “Is that…that’s permitted?”

  “Rýkr is a regular town that people drive through and stop by all the time, Mrs. Lively,” I explained. “The only difference is that you’ll never find a property for sale in the town and the town’s people are extraordinary. It is nothing sinister, I assure you.” I glanced at Neve. “If it were, I wouldn’t be taking Neve back there with me.”

  “I wouldn’t mind going and giving your father a piece of my mind,” Mr. Lively practically growled. “However…” He let out a deep breath. “However, I don’t want to do anything that may make this situation more difficult for the girls.”

  “I understand.”

  Mr. Lively looked over at his daughter. “Well, honey? What’s it going to be?”

  Her chin came up. “Don’t worry, Dad,” she said. “Astra Keenstone will get enough of a piece of my mind for the both of us.”

  Mr. Lively looked back at me. “You’re going to have your hands full, son.”

  “I’m hoping so, sir,” I replied honestly.

  “I’m sitting right here, you know,” Neve announced tartly.

  I looked over at the beautiful girl. “Go get your bag, Neve.”

  She didn’t appreciate my demanding nature. “As soon as you get some proper manners.”

  Mr. Lively chuckled under his breath.

  Chapter 14

  Neve~

  Meeting Severus had been…odd. The man had been happy as could be to finally meet me, and though we all hated it, he was please to know that Astra’s experiment had worked. At first, I had assumed he was on Astra’s side, but when he had explained that he’s been with Griffin and Easton since they were born, I realized he was happy that the boys hadn’t been put through all this for nothing. Though nothing excused what Astra did to us, at least we had concrete results from the situation.

  I had also found out that Severus could control the weather like Easton could, and that it had been Severus who had helped Easton hone that particular craft exceedingly. And the more Severus had spoken, the more I realized that he’s been their real father all these years. The boys said very little about their mother, but it was obvious that their respect was mostly reserved for Severus Whatever-his-last-name-was.

  Now I was sitting up in Easton’s room, waiting anxiously for my life to change.

  I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but Easton escorting me to my room, then disappearing hadn’t been it. Normally, I would have been nosey as hell given the situation, but Easton didn’t have anything personal in his room. After glancing around for a few minutes, it had finally occurred to me that this wasn’t his real room. They had rented this house for the duration of what they had set out to do. All of Easton’s personal belongings had to be back in Rýkr.

  When he finally walked into the bedroom, I asked, “Where have you been?”

  He stopped mid-step and his brows jerked. “Eager?”

  “Don’t be a jerk, Easton.”

  He resumed his steps. “I hadn’t thought this through comp
letely, so I went to get some condoms from Griffin’s room.”

  That had my face red as fire.

  “Oh.”

  He cocked his head. “Oh?”

  I shrugged, embarrassed as hell. “Makes sense,” I mumbled, trying to decide if I should tell him that I was on birth control. Mom had put me and Avalon on it when our periods had become a sporadic mess. We had all chalked it up to how different we were, but Mom still hadn’t wanted to take any chances with our health. She had put us on birth control to regulate our periods and it had worked.

  His blue eyes narrowed. “Do I need them?”

  I looked up at him all wide-eyed. “What? Of course, you do.”

  His head cocked to the other side. “Are you sure?” Crossing his arms over his chest, he added, “Because I couldn’t find any in his room or his bathroom.”

  And that could only mean one thing.

  When I didn’t answer fast enough, Easton said, “Because if I have a say in this, I want to fuck you raw and cum inside you, Neve.”

  Holy.

  Shit.

  My hands fisted the comforter on either side of me as Easton prowled his way over. I stared up at him as he towered over me, staring down at me, his eyes already filming over.

  My heart started firing a rapid tattoo and my body was instantly catching fire just from his heated look alone. The boy was doing nothing but standing in front of me, but his imposing nature was pulling all kinds of strange sensations and emotions from me.

  And, Christ, the way he spoke was a huge turn on.

  “I’m not going to be a pregnant senior in high school, Easton,” I replied, though my voice was shaking and not at all confident.

  He leaned down and placed his hands on either side of me. He was so close that I had to lean back to maintain eye contact. He nudged my knees apart with his and the position was bringing back memories from this morning.

  My body felt like it was on fire.

  “Would you be?” he asked darkly. “If I fucked you raw all night long and came inside you over, and over, and over again, is there a possibility that we’d get pregnant?”

  We’d.

  Not you, but we.

  He really was in this all the way. Whether by choice or fate, he was in this all the way.

  “No,” I whispered, the truth coming out like a lit match on a keg of lust.

  Easton’s eyes dropped to my lips and my entire body shivered as he said, “Music to my fucking ears, baby.”

  My breathing felt rushed, but it wasn’t from fear. It wasn’t from anxiousness. It was from just being near this boy. His wickedness was becoming a huge turn on that I never would have guessed of myself. I always thought myself the kind of girl who would be appalled at being spoken to so disrespectfully. I always imagined the man who I’d end up with would be polite, respectful, and sophisticated.

  I had never envisioned Easton Keenstone.

  Because I was still wearing the same clothes that I’d been wearing this morning, when Easton had nudged my knees apart, my skirt had ridden up high on my thighs, and again, there was nothing protecting me from him, very much like this morning.

  “Easton…” I wasn’t sure if I said in name in protest or need, but it came out sounding like a moan of permission for him to continue.

  And maybe it was.

  I felt my eyes cloud over, but because it was just me and Easton, there was no harm in giving myself over to the sensations I was feeling. Our lust-fueled connection was a lot safer than Avalon and Griffin’s connection. Easton and I could get away with public displays of affection if we were alone, Avalon and Griffin couldn’t.

  “Hold on, baby,” he whispered, his lips against my jaw. “Things are about to get rough.”

  His lips came down on mine at the same time his body covered me completely. The weight of him felt different than it had in the car. Maybe because we’d been cramped in the car and I’d been taken by surprise at how strong this bond thing had been, but this morning had been nothing compared to now.

  I wrapped my arms around Easton’s neck and kissed him back. His tongue slid into my mouth and I swallowed his moan, feeling it all the way down to my toes. His arm wrapped around my body, and he lifted me, so that I was laying across his bed, his body cradled between my thighs. My knees inched up further, and I found myself spread wide for him, the denim of his jeans rubbing up against my lace panties.

  Easton broke off the kiss, and when his lips skimmed the sensitive skin over my collarbone, I let out a low moan, my hands back to fisting the comforter on his bed. With his dick pressing up against my center, the friction was driving me insane. Now that I knew what an orgasm at the hands of Easton Keenstone felt like, I was ready to experience another one again.

  “Easton, please…”

  “Fuck, you make my dick hard when you beg,” he rasped out as his lips hovered over my left breast, my shirt doing nothing to protect myself from the heat of his breath. “I can’t wait until you’re finally on your knees, looking up at me with your white eyes, begging for my dick in your mouth.”

  “Oh, God…” Filth. His filth should be offending me. It really, really should be.

  But it wasn’t.

  I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I found myself wanting to taste him. Just like he’d done in the car, I wanted to taste him. Just like he was doing now, making his way down my body, so that he could do it again.

  His hands grasped my breasts over my shirt as I spread my legs farther open for whatever he wanted to do to me. “I’m going to eat this pussy every day, baby,” he vowed. “I don’t think I can go a day without the taste of you on my tongue.”

  My hands tangled in his hair. “Please, Easton…please…”

  All within a matter of seconds, his hands were no longer on my breasts and Easton was tearing my panties from my body. “I’m going to make you cum with my tongue, then I’m going to stretch you open with my cock. It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to make you love it.”

  I laid back and surrendered to that first swipe of his tongue. I surrendered to the feeling of his hands spreading me open, so that his tongue could work its magic. I surrendered to the ache of his fingers preparing me for what was to come next.

  I surrendered to everything that was Easton Keenstone.

  My hands tangled in his hair, my hips started moving, and Easton let out a deep moan that vibrated all over my body.

  And it was only going to get better.

  Chapter 15

  Easton~

  When I couldn’t find any condoms in Griffin’s room or bathroom, I truly believed that tonight was going to be a bust. While I would have been willing to run to the drug store, I hadn’t wanted to give Neve more time to possibly change her mind. I knew she was working on accepting this situation just like I was, but you just never knew when it came to women.

  They were a volatile species.

  However, when Neve had confirmed that she was on birth control, it had taken every amount of strength I possessed to keep my dick in my pants and not violate the fuck out of her. Now, granted, the odds of me lasting longer than five seconds were slim to none since this was going to be my first time, and I was going in bare. Still, I was going to do everything in my power to make this as enjoyable and as memorable for Neve as possible.

  With my tongue devouring her pussy and my fingers stretching her wide, I ate Neve up like a man starved. I was going to make her cum until she couldn’t stand it anymore. I was going to get her nice and wet enough that she wouldn’t tear. Still, I had my face in her cunt because I really did love the way she tasted. I was enjoying this just as much as she was.

  “Easton, I’m…oh, God…I’m…”

  Fuck yeah.

  “Cum for me,” I demanded, my lips, tongue, and fingers still working her pussy. “Cum all over my face, baby. Give it to me. Only me.”

  Her fists tightened and pulled, and within seconds, the stunning beauty was erupting all over my face and hand. “Yes…oh, God�
��Easton, yes…” I worked her through her orgasm and even drew out another one before I finally stood from the bed and took off my shirt because I wanted to feel this girl’s hands on my skin.

  Tossing it on the floor, I leaned down and tore the fabric of her shirt down the middle. Falling in a heap of uselessness around her body, I looked down and Neve Lively made the sluttiest picture around. With her tits presented to me in a pink, lacy package, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her legs were spread open, her pussy still convulsing with her multiple orgasms, cream leaking out everywhere.

  She looked used.

  She looked fucking magnificent.

  I undid my pants in record time, and there was no need to work my cock up because it was harder than fucking steel already. It wasn’t going to be a problem to slide right up inside her.

  As soon as my jeans and boxers were far enough down my thighs, I grabbed Neve by her thighs, yanked her to the edge of the bed, threw those sexy legs of hers over my shoulders, then leaned down and slid into her hot, tight, wet, mind-blowing paradise.

  Inch by motherfucking excruciating inch.

  She felt phenomenal.

  “Oh, God…you’re huge…” she whimpered, and because I was a guy, I couldn’t help but mentally pat myself on the back, even though God had gifted me my size and I’d had nothing to do with it.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” I said, gritting it out of my mouth best I could. Her cunt was like a vice around my cock, and I could barely think, let alone speak. When the rain started pelting my bedroom window, I demanded, “Look at me, Neve.”

  She opened her eyes, and they were white as snow, her mouth parted as pants of pain escaped with my cock lodged fully in her pussy. “Easton, it hurts,” she mewled. “Do something.”

  If I wasn’t losing my mind right now, I’d laugh at how this girl was so goddamn challenging. “I’m going to move, baby.” And hopefully not cum within three stokes. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Neve. Her body clenched around mine, and I was pretty sure I was going to disgrace myself.