Price of Passion (3-in-1 Collection)

by Aubrey Ross

  Bluz glanced at the apex of her thighs and longing spread through his abdomen. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. I won’t ask again.”

  “I respond to you just as strongly as I respond to Jazz. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I don’t fully understand it, but I know it’s special. Besides, I saw a similar mark on your back before you stormed out.” Her voice was shaky and breathless, her eyes passion bright. “I want to know for sure, one way or the other.”

  Had she actually seen him flare or did she just want him to fuck her? He looked at her soft pink folds and felt his back tingle. He wanted her, needed her. The rest would have to sort itself out because he was sick to death of fighting his true nature. He tore off his shirt, kicked off his boots, and joined them on the bed.

  Kneeling between her thighs, he paused to savor her scent. Rich and earthy, like a rain washed forest. He smiled. Of course, she was an elemental elf. He swiped her with his tongue, pausing again to absorb her taste. She was sweet, as only an elf could be, yet evocative and musky.

  Parting her outer lips with his thumbs, he dragged the flat of his tongue from her vaginal opening to her clit. She gasped and wiggled as Bluz learned her secrets. He licked and sucked, then nibbled, intoxicated by her taste. She buried her fingers in his hair and rocked her pussy against his mouth.

  He looked up and saw Jazz caressing her breasts, rolling her nipples and kissing her hairline. Together as they were meant to be, lavishing their affection on their mate. Hope washed over him and rolled through him. Please, let this be real!

  Closing his lips around her clit, Bluz sucked carefully on the tender nub. Her core pulsed in time to the motion of his lips. He could sense her urgency, her need to be filled. His cock throbbed in response, more than ready to oblige.

  An abrupt orgasm forced a sharp gasp from her throat.

  Lapping at her cunt like a hungry cat, Bluz devoured the proof of her pleasure. “Goddess, you taste good.”

  “Everything is better with your testadermal match.” Jazz chuckled.

  Bluz raised his face as his heart gave a mighty leap. “I flared?”

  “No doubt about it.”

  “Let me see,” she said. He turned and showed her his back. “Your pattern is blue. I should have realized.” She touched his flare hesitantly and he trembled. His skin felt electrified. “Does it hurt?”

  “It’s extremely erotic,” he admitted. “Keep it up and I’ll come on the bed.”

  Treena smiled as feminine power rushed through her. Even her wildest dreams paled when compared with her -- mates. Everything about them appealed to her and even their genetics approved of her. She had never felt so confident or so filled with hope.

  “I can think of much more interesting places for you to come.”

  As if a curtain dropped over his eyes, she could no longer detect any emotion. He pushed away from her, his lips pressed into a grim line.

  “Tell her or I will,” Jazz said from behind her. “This is too important to screw up with your pride. She is a testadermal match to both of us. Do you know how rare that is?”

  “I know.” He grated out the two words as if they were painful.

  Jazz sat, pushing her forward as his chest rose. “We know you’re a trained pet, but what do you enjoy? Was the Bastard your only lover?”

  She was in bed with two fascinating men. They had just learned that she was their biological match. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her past. “Can’t this wait?”

  “No,” Jazz insisted. “I enjoy sex in all its myriad forms, but Bluz only finds true satisfaction when he controls his partner. Have you ever been with a Dom?”

  She closed her eyes, tiny shockwaves of excitement leaping along her nerve endings. “My most fulfilling relationships were with skillful Doms. Notice I stressed skillful. The Bastard was something else altogether. I tend to get punished a lot because of my sassy mouth…” She smiled. “… or maybe I’m sassy because I enjoy being punished. Would either of you find pleasure in punishing me?”

  Bluz groaned and her nipples tingled. Would he spank her or whip her? It had been so long since the stinging kiss of the lash shattered her senses.

  “She’s perfect,” Jazz said emphatically. “Did you honestly expect anything less? She was delivered to us by the hand of providence, a gift from the Goddess herself. She is our mate in every way. What are you waiting for?”

  A tiny part of her mind held on to caution. If something seemed too good to be true, it generally was. Still, it was damn hard to be realistic when faced with these two men.

  “Top or bottom?” Jazz got off the bed long enough to shed his pants. “You’re older. It’s right that you choose.”

  “You know I like nothing better than the tight grip of a hot ass, but I want to watch her come while we take her for the first time.”

  Treena shivered, his graphic description leaving no doubt what was about to happen. Bluz pulled her toward him and peeled the shirt down her arms. After tossing it aside, he framed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes.

  “This is happening really fast. What does your heart tell you?”

  “I have never felt as peaceful as I did when I woke up between you two. It felt right. It felt like home.”

  He brushed his lips across hers, warming her with his breath. “Then let’s go home, my love.”

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pivoted to his side, angling her body toward the foot of the bed. His kiss distracted her for only a moment and Jazz pressed against her side. Their hands stroked everywhere. She caressed Jazz’s hip, while she dragged her nails down Bluz’s back.

  Hands slid over her body, caressing, squeezing, and pinching. It was impossible to keep track of who was touching her where, so she surrendered to the building sensations. Bluz kissed his way along her jaw and guided her head to the side, offering her mouth to his brother.

  Jazz didn’t hesitate. He stroked her face with his fingers while his tongue explored the interior of her mouth. His cock pressed against her hip and he cupped one of her breasts.

  Fingers combed through her pubic hair, then eased between her thighs. The touch was bold and focused, definitely Bluz. He pushed into her with his middle finger, massaging her mound with the heel of his hand. The indirect stimulation was surprisingly effective. Her clit pulsed and her inner muscles clenched, needing much more than the teasing slide of his finger.

  Jazz traced the crease between her ass cheeks, his fingers suspiciously slippery. Where had he gotten the lubricant? He wasn’t using her cream.

  “When’s the last time someone took you -- here?” He pushed his finger into her ass, punctuating the question.

  “It’s been eight months since I was taken anywhere. Unless you count my mouth.”

  Jazz slid in and out several times. She leaned against Bluz, wrapping her arms around him as their combined caresses sent pleasure spiraling through her body. “Oh,” she gasped. Their fingers synchronized and she trembled.

  “You like that?” Jazz whispered into her ear.

  “Don’t let her come.” Bluz sounded even more strangled than she felt. “You both took the edge off earlier. I’m dying here.”

  With a sexy chuckle, Jazz removed his finger and wrapped his arm around her waist. “That’s really sad because I was just thinking that she needs to be spanked for lying to you. You told her you would slap her in restraints and that’s clearly not the case.”

  A wicked smile parted Bluz’s lips and his hot gaze swept up and down her body. “I don’t make idle threats.”

  Unmitigated lust stabbed into her pussy and she quickly looked away, not yet willing to reveal the true depth of her hunger. “Clearly you do or I’d be restrained.”

  Jazz pulled her wrists to the small of her back and thrust her breasts toward his brother. “She really does have a sassy mouth.”

  “We’ll explore that fact at greater length another time.” Bluz caught both her nipples between his thumbs and fo
refingers and applied pressure until she gasped. “Look at me.” Their gazes collided and heat cascaded through her body. “Who is holding you?”

  “Jazz,” she whispered.

  He moved closer, his lips brushing against hers as he asked, “And who am I?”

  “My Master.”

  “Did you lie to your Master?”

  “Not intentionally.” She closed her eyes as she heard her own words. That wasn’t what he’d wanted her to say.

  Jazz chuckled and let go of her arms. “We’ve got ourselves a naughty little pet.”

  With a dizzying economy of movement, Bluz wrapped his arm around her waist, sat on the foot of the bed, and bent her over his lap. Their lean builds were deceiving. Both brothers were surprisingly strong. She twisted and arched, kicked and shoved, testing his ability to control her.

  He splayed his fingers between her shoulder blades and brought his other hand down against her ass. Blessed heat sank into her flesh after an instant of sting. The second slap was harder and she gasped.

  “Can I touch her?” Jazz asked. “I want to feel her pussy react to her punishment.”

  “Treena, part your thighs.”

  She hesitated and Bluz swatted her hard. “That hurt!” Turning her neck sharply to the side, she glared at him.

  “I don’t repeat my directives.”

  His fierce expression sent a ripple of pleasure through her body. God, he was beautiful when he scowled. She quickly turned her head to hide her smile, amused by the irony. For a fraction of a second she was tempted to rebel. It was better to discover their boundaries gradually. She moved her legs apart, anticipation making her breathless. Jazz knelt behind her and traced her slit with his fingertips.

  “Oh fuck, she’s wet.” He pushed into her core with his brother’s next swat.

  Sensations shot up her spine and her inner muscles fluttered. She groaned as tension built within her. They repeated the motion again and again, Bluz spanking her ass, while Jazz finger-fucked her pussy. Bluz paused between each swat, allowing her flesh to absorb the heat and register the full range of sensation.

  She teetered on the brink of orgasm, her core pulsing wildly. “Please, Master, may I come?”

  “No,” Bluz said. Jazz pulled his fingers out and she whimpered. Bluz pressed his palm against one burning cheek and then the other. “Your response pleased me. Now, get up and straddle my lap.”

  Her legs were shaky and each movement intensified the heat in her ass. This was only the beginning. Bluz would fill her aching pussy and Jazz would push into her ass. A heady combination of excitement and fear twisted inside her. She was accustomed to anal play, had even had lovers use toys while they were inside her. Still…

  Grasping Bluz’s shoulders, she prepared to climb onto his lap. Her gaze gravitated downward and she sucked in a ragged breath. He was huge, thick and long, with a distinct vein running up the underside of his shaft. The head of Jazz’s cock had been an intriguing shade of mauve. She closed her fingers around Bluz and rubbed her thumb over the deep blue tip.

  “You are both so wonderfully colorful.” She stiffened. She hadn’t asked permission to speak. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry you find pleasure in my body?”

  “I spoke out of turn.” She kept her gaze downcast until he lifted her chin.

  “There are many kinds of Masters and the only rules I recognize are the ones that heighten our mutual pleasure. Why would I want to silence your sassy mouth when it amuses me?”

  “And gives you reasons to spank her amazing ass,” Jazz added.

  Bluz actually smiled. “There is that.”

  Remaining silent had always been hard for her. She was thrilled by the development. “May I taste you?”

  “Not right now. I need this more.” He grasped her waist and helped her settle across his lap, one knee on either side of his lean hips. Gazing deep into her eyes, he guided his cock to her vaginal entrance.

  She felt suspended in time as if the rest of the universe had spun on without them. Jazz reached around and found her clit with his fingertip, circling and lightly flicking. Her body melted, inviting Bluz inside with her liquid arousal. With his hands on her hips, Bluz steadily impaled her.

  The flared head parted the way for the rest of his cock. She had never been so acutely aware of her lover’s entrance. Had it been that long or was he that big? He pushed deeper and her body surrendered, taking more of him into her aching channel.

  “Almost there,” Jazz whispered, an inadvertent reminder that this had barely begun. As soon as Bluz worked his entire length inside her, it would be Jazz’s turn.

  Bluz lay down, taking her with him. His fingers pushed into her hair and brought her mouth to his. The consuming kiss only partly distracted her from what Jazz was doing. He stroked her ass cheeks, reigniting the fire his brother had built. Then he inserted something thin and ridged. Was that lubricant? A warm gush confirmed her suspicion.

  Jazz withdrew the applicator and positioned his cock against her anus. Bluz held her shoulders, keeping her snug against his chest. Pressure gave way to pain and she cried out. The sound was muffled by their kiss.

  Rubbing her hips and back, Jazz waited for her to relax, for her muscles to accept his penetration. She took a deep breath and pushed back against him, signaling her willingness to take more. He drove deeper, filling her and stretching her.

  She tore her mouth away from Bluz, panting harshly.

  “Are you all right?” Jazz asked, his voice tight and hoarse.

  “You are both too damned big.”

  Bluz chuckled, his cock bobbing inside her. “If I’m going to be criticized for my size, I guess I’d rather be too big than too small.” She slapped his shoulder and he laughed again.

  “A little more lube and you’ll be good as new.”

  “That’s easy for you to say.”

  Jazz pulled back and she felt his fingers moving around and against where their bodies were joined. When he pushed back in, he slid smoothly, his groin coming to rest against her ass cheeks.

  “See.” Jazz peppered kisses along her spine. “We fit just fine.”

  They remained like that for a long moment. Bluz nuzzled her neck and Jazz rubbed her back. She reveled in the fullness, allowing the slight sting to intensify the pleasure. Jazz moved his hands to her waist and pulled his hips back. Tingling heat trailed in his wake and her pussy throbbed.

  Sliding his hands down to her hips, Jazz showed her how to move. She dragged her body off Bluz and pushed it onto Jazz. Each rolling motion was both an out and an in stroke. It took a few tries before she found the perfect angle. Jazz steadied her hips, but she controlled the speed and depth of each thrust.

  Tension gathered within her. She moved faster, taking them deeper before reversing direction. Bluz squeezed his eyes shut; his features contorted with his effort to fight off his climax.

  She braced herself against his shoulders and tossed her head. Lights danced before her eyes as each stroke drove her closer to her own crisis. Jazz pulled her backward hard, his body shuddering against her. She reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him down with her for the final drive.

  Her inner muscles pulsed in deep, rhythmic spasms, shooting darts of pleasure all through her body. She gasped and shook. Bluz bucked beneath her, finally releasing his seed.

  Sandwiched between their strong bodies and surrounded by their warmth, Treena had never felt so replete. “I don’t suppose there’s a bathtub on this ship?” she whispered a few minutes later.

  “Sorry,” Bluz replied. “Just a shower.”

  “We’d be happy to scrub your back.” Jazz brushed his fingers along her ribs and took advantage of her wiggling to cup her breasts. “In fact, we’ll scrub any part of your body you’d like.”

  “We can start with all the slick, creamy spots,” Bluz added. Jazz eased out of her body, but Bluz sat and wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping his cock buried inside her. “Unless you’re ready to explore
another position?”

  She groaned and shook her head. “I’m going to have my hands full with you two, aren’t I?”

  He smiled broadly. “Your hands, and your mouth, and your pussy, and your --”

  She silenced him with a passionate kiss.

  Chapter Six

  The next three days passed in a blur of sensual discovery. Treena indulged her carnal desire, abandoning herself completely to the decadent freedom of serving two masters. Jazz still refused the title, but she found comfort in the role. After sleeping between them the first night, she was disappointed when Bluz suggested she spend the next night with Jazz.

  Jazz was a tender lover, worshiping her body with his hands and his mouth. He enjoyed giving her pleasure, building her need until she was frantic for the fullness of his cock.

  The third night belonged to Bluz. They shared an intimate meal in the privacy of his cabin. He told her to strip and kneel at his feet; then he fed her with his fingers. She finally got the opportunity to pleasure him with her mouth. The memory of his thick cock sliding against her tongue sent heat plummeting to her feminine core. He’d used assertive commands and taken her from behind, while he held her forearms at the small of her back. Still, she knew he was suppressing the intensity of his true nature. She just didn’t know why.

  “We’re about an hour from the lunar outpost,” Jazz said from the archway leading into the galley.

  The Chrysalis was small. The galley was the only common area on the ship. Treena enjoyed the large viewports and the casual atmosphere. The easy camaraderie of the crew fascinated her. During her time with the Bastard, she’d been forced to spend the majority of her time in his cabin, a data terminal her only companion.

  “You said your mother was a musician. Does she still live on one of the moons?”

  He ambled across the galley and sat down across from her. “She still lives here and so does our father -- not together, but they’re both here.”