Betrayed: The Blue Barbarian Series (The Blue Barbarians Book 6)

by Rena Marks

  “I’ve dreamed of this, of owning you, of sharing you, of seeing you mindless with pleasure as you are laid out in front of me,” Atan whispers, and his large hand reaches for his cock, stroking it and shuddering.

  He pushes my knees open and starts placing kisses at my knee, moving slowly towards my splayed out cunt. I keep my eyes on Atan as he removes his hand from fisting his large cock. Despite their differences, they’re both perfect. His glorious blue skin dips and cuts in muscled pecs, and a barrage of harsh muscles string across his abs before a thin, dark trail of hair descends to point to the magnificent beautiful cock that brings me so much pleasure.

  But then, Diont strokes my nub and pleasure wreaks through me. My eyes fall shut, back arching when Atan’s hot tongue drags along the edge of my slit and licks up toward my other male’s finger.

  “Please,” I plead in a breathy moan when he continues to dance around where I crave his tongue the most. He nips one more time, licking at the crest of my thigh where it meets my sex, pulling back just enough to talk.

  “Please what, goddess?” Atan asks, staring at me from between my thighs, his breath caressing my skin. His gaze burns with fiery desire, the black irises bold.

  “Please, I need it. I need both of you,” I beg. At my words, he nods once. He runs his tongue up my slit and sucks hard on my nub of pleasure. I scream as lights spark behind my lids as I clench my eyes against the erotic visual. Afraid he may stop, I knot my hands into his hair, holding him, forcing him against my fevered flesh as he continues his rapid ministrations. Diont leans over my shoulder to watch, his hand slipping behind my neck before he fists my hair at the back of my head. Tugging hard enough to hurt in the best way, he forces my head to turn and kisses me deeply. My orgasm slams forcefully into me when Atan pumps in two fingers and curls them, focusing his tongue around the pearl at the top of my slit. Diont releases my mouth as I come, screaming my pleasure. When the waves of pleasure subside, Atan leans up and catches Diont’s eyes.

  Then, he moves up, covering my quivering body with his fevered warmth.

  “Jump onto Diont’s cock. My cave-mate hasn’t gotten a chance to taste you,” he whispers in my ear as his arm wraps around my hips to still me.

  I give him a smile, and he pulls away so I can turn to face Diont.

  Diont’s eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as he watches me lift a leg so I can crawl onto his lap. My eyes do not miss that he checks out my cunt as I spread open wide.

  “Did you have enough of looking?”

  A small grin tugs at his lips as he nods.

  “Good,” I sit back up and brace my hands on his chest, lifting up just enough to feel the head of his cock against my entrance. His bottom lip is swollen and kissable as he watches me, his half-lidded gaze made more intense by the glow of his shimmering eyes. Before I slide down, I glance over at Atan who is watching us with rapt attention making my cunt throb. It is always exciting to know someone watches.

  Bearing down, I sink onto Diont, and his thick cock stretches me to the point of near pain. My breath catches at the torturous pace I chose to take him. When he is buried fully inside me, we moan in unison. My head falls back as I rock against him, raising and lowering myself slightly as his cock hits me in just the right spot. I try to keep a steady, leisurely pace to draw out the pleasure, but he feels too good. The flood of ecstasy in my system ratchets my heart rate, pushing me to ride faster, harder, to take what is mine.

  As I am nearing the tense explosion that waits on that glorious edge, the nest dips behind me, and Atan’s hands reach around to cup my breasts. Atan presses his lips to the sensitive spot below my ear as his cock nestles against my ass. My loud moans echo against the rock walls while Diont’s heavy breathing increases the harder I ride. His cock feels glorious within my body. Atan’s hand slides down my stomach to rub my slit, tentatively feeling lower as if he wants to feel Diont’s cock as it thrusts in and out of me. Somehow, the thought of Atan touching Diont and feeling our mutual pleasure pushes all conscious thought from my brain. I fall over the edge into an erotic explosion, hard and fast. Shattering waves sweep over me as I scream out, my vision dimming as my rhythm falters and I stiffen. As I ride the aftershock, Diont continues to thrust into me. My name rolls off his tongue as he pushes in, holding me in place as he comes deep inside of me. When he stops thrusting, he wraps his arms around me and flips us, so I am laying on the soft furs. He kisses me hard, and for a moment, I think he is going to go again. My cunt clenches. But it is not to be because he pulls out and takes a position next to me, leaving Atan to move in above me.

  He wastes no time. I barely have a moment to feel the cooler air as Diont moves away before it’s replaced with a new scent; a new warmth.

  “You are so beautiful.” Atan’s chest presses against my breasts while his hands move to either side of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I feel him at my entrance. “You are so…very…wet.” There’s something different in his voice. Something deep and erotic that sparks a lick of pleasure from deep inside me. Before I can take another breath, he slams inside, tearing a scream from my throat, sliding his magnificent cock almost all the way out before doing it again. “Do you have any idea how much we want you? How many times we thought about getting you alone without others present? How many times Diont and I stroked off to our thoughts and plans in this very cave? We adore you, Eretar.” Naughty girl that I am, I find that so sexy. The thought of him and Diont in the dark at opposite sides of the cave, pleasuring themselves mutually.

  But his heartfelt words are accentuated by each relentless thrust. I cannot allow myself to get into the emotional aspect of this right now, and I am surprised that Atan, of all people, is. With everything that has been happening and all of my confusion over my selfishness in even thinking to obtain two glorious males, opening up to that would destroy this moment. So instead, I hope to distract him from the beautiful things he says.

  “Great Goddess Hixelle, Atan, yes, harder,” I grind out as my nails rip down his damp back. He bites my lip as he pounds me harder while the sound of skin slapping against skin and frantic moaning fill the air as Diont’s seed is forced out of me. I feel another peak rising slowly, wrapping around from my core before reaching a painful level where it wants to explode. Biting Atan’s chest, I drop my fingers to play with myself, rubbing in time to his thrusts.

  “Lose yourself for me, Eretar,” Atan bites out through clenched teeth, nearing his own orgasm. After the command leaves his lips, I fall over that cliff, bringing him with me as I clench my soaked cunt around him.

  “Goddess,” he belts out, his back arching. Tendons pop out in his neck as he comes, adding to the seed of Diont and my own fluids. He drops his forehead to my sweaty shoulder, our breathing ragged.

  “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Diont says.

  Atan and I both turn to the side to see him watching.

  “Oh, I know,” Atan agrees, and a look passes between them.

  It appears my land-dwelling barbarians love to watch sex as much as they love to participate.

  “Relax,” Diont commands and shifts to leave the furs. He moves to the basin of water and I can hear the sounds of water splashing as he washes. A moment later, he brings back two pieces of leather, dipped in water.

  Atan pulls out of me with a slurp.

  I groan at the sensitivity as he sits back on his heels. Diont hands him one of the leathers, and Atan begins cleaning his thighs and cock. Instead of handing me the other one, Diont leans over and gives me a soft kiss as he wipes me tenderly. Before I know it, I’m settled into the middle of the nest with each one on either side of me, cuddling me as we whisper sweet nothings.

  Despite all of my earlier promises to keep emotions at bay, I fail miserably.

  Chapter Two

  The days roll by and it’s bittersweet. I spend every moment with Diont and Atan, grabbing endless pleasure between us. But I’m well aware that an end comes. I don’t want to skimp on tim
e with my males—the males, not mine—so instead, I must find ways to not waste time in other places.

  Sleep is one of those areas where I can shave wasted minutes. And with all the pleasures we share in the sack, I am endlessly energized.

  I can’t help but wake early after being loved at night by these two. I love being cuddled between them, but I’m so excited to learn about the surface people that I don’t want to waste one minute of my time here. And yet, I can’t bear to wake them. They sleep so soundly.

  I slide out from between Atan and Diont and slip out of the cave. I spend a few minutes splashing myself fresh in the darkened, smaller cave that is used as a community washroom and then head out to the main area where people gather for meals. It’s early still, and few people are out, but Cammie and Naag wave me over.

  Naag is Atan’s older brother and the similarities in their looks are uncanny. I love learning about the relationships between brothers here, because we don’t have anything like it in my tribe. The familial lines are much different since offspring belong to the mothers. I find that I enjoy the two or three parent families. The offspring here seem like one unit when they grow up together, whereas in our tribe, young ones can seem like strangers if they have different mothers. It’s fascinating.

  “Good morning, Eretar. Obviously, my brother isn’t doing something right if you are leaving his bed so early.”

  Cammie giggles. “Stop! Leave your brother alone.”

  Naag grunts.

  “I can only leave for short periods,” I assure him. “And only then because I know he will welcome me back.”

  Cammie sighs. “Aww. That’s so sweet.”

  “Hmmph,” Naag grins. “Let me tell you how sweet he was when he was a young and scrawny blue fool…”

  * * * * *

  Diont:

  I have never known a sense of personal space. The human females sighed about it as I would casually reach out to caress a delicate shoulder or flick a stray lock of silky hair from their face, casually smoothing it behind a strangely elegant, pink ear. I have no qualms about braiding a beautiful woman’s hair. If I braid slowly enough, it enables me to spend a good amount of time with the opposite sex.

  A rarity in our village.

  I was sure that one day I would find the one who wants to spend just as much time with me. From the first time Eretar peered at me from under her thick blue lashes, flooring me with the graceful, unusual markings on her temples and upper ears, I knew she was the one.

  But Eretar had the same feelings for Atan. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with Atan, though he was on my hunting schedule. The rest of his time was spent in the family business, learning the medicinal drumming from his Uncle Carmelac. I knew in order to keep Eretar, it would be in my best interests to get along with Atan. We quickly pushed his brother Naag from Atan’s cave—who was only too happy to have an excuse to move in with the human, Cammie—and I moved in with Atan instead. Now it was a perfect place to bring home Eretar.

  But Atan and I needed to figure out a way to make it permanent. We agreed last night after she collapsed from our lovemaking, to work on her one on one after showing her how much fun she could have with us simultaneously.

  For that reason, I seek her out alone as Atan stays behind.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper into her ear as I approach her from behind.

  “You’re awake.” Her entire face lights up when she sees me. For this, I will gladly share her with Atan. Her happiness means everything to me.

  “I am,” I agree, snatching a strip of bromlaak from her plate. “You’ve barely eaten.”

  “Naag is regaling me with stories about Atan.”

  “Whatever he tells you, remember Atan is the finest specimen of male in our hunter group. Naag was jealous for not being the only child in their family.”

  Naag snorts at me as I grin and get up to retrieve a plate of breakfast. When I return, I sit on the opposite side, butting next to Eretar so I can be close enough to touch her. I do not care that it looks a little silly that Naag is on one side of the table and Cammie, Eretar, and I are across from him.

  “Really? You had to leave me hanging alone over here?” he says.

  “I need to be close enough to Eretar to whisper into her ear whenever you tell untruths about Atan.”

  My beautiful goddess giggles, and I know Naag’s stories have been outrageous. But despite him rolling his eyes, I see approval glint. Despite his teasing of his brother, he is glad that my loyalties lie with Atan.

  He will be the first one to root for our threesome.

  “Hmm. And have you found out that Atan will sleep the mornings away unless you wake him? He’ll sleep from sun up to sun down if you let him.”

  “That is true,” I acknowledge. “However, I am told in order to be such a talented, natural drummer requires more sleep. Unfortunately, his older brother requires little sleep.” My tone is dry as I acknowledge that Naag’s drumming lacks direction.

  Naag winks at Eretar. “See? My point is made that Atan was always the favorite. Please don’t spoil him as the others have done.”

  “I try not to,” she laughs. “But then he gazes at me with those soulful dark eyes and I end up letting him between my thighs.”

  Cammie laughs so hard she chokes. Poor Eretar hasn’t yet figured out that talk of pleasure in the nest still embarrasses the humans.

  “And yet, he wastes another morning away.” Naag sighs as if Atan is a lost cause.

  I grin. “Not quite. He must rise soon for a day with your Uncle Carmelac.”

  Naag’s answering smile is swift. “Perhaps I shall join my dear brother in a day of drumming lessons. See if my uncle plays favorites between us also.”

  Just then, the reverent mother’s drummer walks by. He speaks without pausing. “I do.”

  Cammie and Eretar burst out laughing.

  Carmelac heads into the kitchens to grab food for him and reverent mother to take back to the healing hut.

  “It doesn’t matter, hot stuff,” Cammie tells Naag. “You’re my favorite.”

  His eyes gleam as he looks at the small human female who teaches our small ones the human ways. Strange ways, of reading and arthritis-matic. The children love it, and it keeps them occupied as they count all the glow rocks in the caves. “What time are you done with the youngsters today?”

  “After the midday meal,” she tells him.

  “I will leave my old uncle and snobby brother,” he assures her. “I will seek you out and show you a good time.”

  “I look forward to a good time with you,” she says softly. “But now I need to get going so I can round up the little ones for class. Eretar, thanks for joining my crazy guy and me. Diont, have a great day.”

  “I will walk with you, gorgeous,” Naag says, pushing their plates toward me to take to the kitchens. He escorts Cammie from the main area with a large blue hand at the small of her back.

  “They’re a great couple,” Eretar says, resuming her eating.

  “Mmm,” I acknowledge. “And despite what he tells you, the biggest spoiler of Atan was Naag.”

  She laughs harder. “I figured someone had to show him how to perfect that soulful gaze.”

  “What would you like to do today?”

  “I wouldn’t mind going swimming.” She sighs, and I am reminded that swimming was a daily exercise for her. “Is Atan really not hanging with us today?”

  “He really is not,” I assure her. “It’s just you and me today, and I would love to take you swimming. Perhaps you can give me some lessons. For real this time.” Because whenever she tries to teach Atan and me together, the three of us end up getting naked instead.

  “I can’t believe your people don’t swim. How can you come from water people and evolve to have no need for swimming?”

  I shrug. “Cammie has a theory. She researches the history of our peoples. She thinks that perhaps when our group broke from yours, we nearly drowned trying to find land. It kept us away fro
m water until we all forgot how to swim. It wasn’t until the humans came that we began to learn again.”

  “That makes sense,” Eretar says.

  We finish eating and clean up the table before heading on our way.

  * * * * *

  “I think I have been tricked,” Eretar says, studying my naked body as we float twined in the heated waters. Today the water is unusually steamy, and floating feels relaxing.

  I raise a brow.

  “It doesn’t matter if I have one of you or two of you in the water. Swimming lessons never happen when we get naked,” she says.

  I grin. “I really wanted a lesson. But you are so beautiful.”

  I shift slightly, and she groans, her cunt still throbbing around my spent but highly sensitized cock.

  Just then, I hear the bushes rustle as if someone approaches. The only one who knows where we would be is Atan, but we agreed to have one-on-one time with Eretar. So I look behind me in confusion.

  But it is Atan, and he bends and strips without a word though I can see the tension strumming through his movements.

  “Atan!” Eretar calls and pulls herself from my cock. We both groan at the disconnection and Atan’s features tighten. It is curious. I know he does not feel jealousy, however, there is definitely something bothering him.

  “Stay,” he calls out to her. “I will join. I need the heat of the water to soothe the ache in my muscles.”

  It is an excuse. I am sure something else has happened to give him stiff muscles. He slips into the water, and Eretar looks confused, as if she isn’t sure which of us she should be with. I never want her to feel torn, and I know he needs her, so I encourage her with a little push to her bottom. She sinks onto Atan’s lap, and he settles his chin on the top of her head.