Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  Lars paused his thrusts and she took the opportunity to suck Cris deep. She groaned low in her throat as she reached up and gently scratched his balls.

  “Fuck, Tara!” Cris snarled and growled as his cock spurted into her throat. She swallowed down every drop. Glancing up at Lars, she swirled her tongue around the tip of Cris’s cock, catching the droplet welling up to the surface again.

  Cris collapsed across the bed over her head. “Damn, woman, you have a talented tongue.”

  She would have giggled, but Lars resumed shuttling in and out of her body. He filled every inch of her and she loved the way he felt in her. He never took his eyes off her as he lifted her legs to his shoulders and then bent over her. Good thing I’m flexible. What she wasn’t expecting was he would feel even bigger as he pressed his way inside her.

  “You’re ours forever,” he stated and she nodded in agreement. His fingers swirled around her pussy, gathering cream, and then painted a damp line to her back entrance.

  She couldn’t clench much in this position, so when he rubbed her anus with his finger before pressing, all she could do was pant as he controlled her pleasure. He stroked her at the same pace as he pistoned in and out of her body. She felt him push in another finger, creating an erotic wave of pleasure that washed over her.

  “I know it’s wrong, but it feels good.”

  “If you liked that…” Lars’s lips curled into a sinister grin she wasn’t sure how to take. It excited her but made her nervous as well. “You’re going to love the feel of my cock pressing deep inside you.”

  Cris curled himself around her head and reached out to lazily play with her breasts. “I can’t wait for both of us to take you at the same time, but we want you to be ready.”

  “How are you going to do that?” Part of her didn’t really care as long as it felt as amazing as Lars’s fingers.

  “We’ll stretch your tight ass to accept us.” Lars braced one hand next to her ribs and she felt something bigger than his fingers press against her hole.

  “What’s that?” The pressure increased and she felt Lars push something larger than a couple fingers into her ass.

  “It’s a butt plug,” Cris whispered in her ear as he pinched one of her nipples.

  The combined sensations of having both her pussy and ass filled while Cris played with her nipples were too much. The bite of pain morphed into a dark pleasure that stole her thoughts and sent her up in flames. Her skin burned over her heart, the sensation increasing with every thrust sending her body into overload.

  She cried out and arched up into Cris’s hand. Lars shuttled in and out of her pussy, riding out her orgasm and throwing her into another one before he stiffened and jerked against her a couple times as he groaned out his completion. Lars gently slipped her legs from his shoulders before collapsing on the bed beside her.

  “Min blomst, you are truly a gift from the gods.” He kissed her shoulder and then pushed himself to his feet and headed to the bathroom door.

  Tara lay sprawled out on the bed, her eyes closed as she waited for her heart to calm down and her breathing to ease. Whatever Lars had put in her ass was still there and she wondered if he forgot. It felt huge and strange but wasn’t too uncomfortable. She couldn’t imagine trying to walk with a butt plug in her ass.

  She rubbed her skin where it had burned a moment ago. “I had the weirdest sensation…” Under her fingers was a dark mark that looked identical to the one on Lars’s chest. “What did I tell you two about surprises?” She wanted to be angry but a part of her liked that she wore the same mark.

  Cris leaned over and pressed a kiss against the primitive tattoo making her shiver with delight. “Don’t be mad at him, baby. I’m sure he meant to tell you, but we got a little distracted today.”

  Tara ran her fingers over the same spot on Cris chest. It bothered her that he didn’t have a mark. “I’m not Lars’s Mate, baby. You are.”

  Cris didn’t seem the least bit upset by the mark and she loved that he could tell it upset her. But, they were both hers and this didn’t’ feel right.

  “If it will make you feel better, I’ll get a tattoo.”

  “Yes, it would.”

  “I’ll get it done as soon as I can.” Cris smiled at her and she felt the tension melt from her shoulders. He lifted her shoulders and scooted up the bed with her.

  “Lars forgot the…you know.”

  “After everything we’ve done, you’re afraid to say ‘butt plug’?” She could see the teasing light in his eyes and didn’t take offense.

  “He put it there.”

  “And it’s going to stay there for a bit.” Cris gently kissed her. “We are not small men and this will be your first time. We want to make it good for you and the only way that will happen is if you’re stretched out enough.”

  “It feels weird.”

  “But imagine how good it will feel when my cock replaces it.” Lars sauntered back into the room.

  The look on his face was priceless when he looked down at her. “I swear, min blomst. I meant to warn you.”

  “I know.” She held out her arms to him. “We got distracted.”

  Lars leapt on her and pressed a delicate kiss on the mark before tracing it with his finger. His touch sent tendrils of heat straight to her core. Tara couldn’t wait to feel them both herself. In fact, the sooner they could get started, the better, in her book.

  “I want Cris to have the same mark.” It was important to her. She hated the thought that he might feel left out.

  “I’d be honoured.” Lars held out his hand. He and Cris clasped each other on the forearm in front of her and she laid her hands over their joined arms. The simple gesture made her feel like they truly were a trio.

  Cris slipped from the bed, going to get a tray he must have set on the dresser by the door when he’d come in earlier. She hadn’t noticed, but then her face was pressed against her shirt at the time. Lars took the tray from Cris and brought it over to the bed while Cris poured three glasses of wine and passed one to her.

  She sipped at the dark liquid, sighing as the flavours of dark chocolate and black cherry swirled over her palate. “What is this?”

  “Featherstone Cabernet Franc, it’s one of my favourites.” Cris grinned. “I’m friends with the owners, Louise and Dave. They send me a case every year.”

  “Which he is kind enough to share with friends,” Lars added. There was a selection of different cheeses, flat bread, dried cranberries, and dark chocolate. Lars broke off a piece of chocolate and stacked a couple cranberries on it and held it up to Tara’s mouth. She accepted the treat and moaned as the flavours blended with the remnants of the wine.

  “I love it when you make those kinds of noises.” Cris growled against her neck, and nipped at the muscle. Tara jumped and the sudden movement jostled the butt plug and sent a fiery trail up her spine. Lars traced his fingertips along the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. Her pussy fluttered and her butt clenched against the plug, a reminder of what was to come. Tara held very still and took a big swallow of wine.

  The three of them snacked on the treats. For the most part Tara sat there and sipped on her glass of wine as Lars and Cris fed her tidbits. They talked about their dreams and what they each wanted out of life, but they all agreed Zack needed another sibling.

  “How about five or six?” Lars leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lower belly, just above her pubic bone.

  “We do need a bigger family.” Cris traced his tongue around one of Tara’s nipples.

  “How about we start with one or two and see what happens then?” she countered. The way they made her feel she suspected they would end up with a lot of children.

  Cris and Lars looked at each other. “We’ll leave it up to Fate,” they said at the same time and then turned their attention back to pressing kisses over Tara’s skin.

  They’d managed to keep her body at a low simmer as they talked, but now with their direct attention back on her, it blazed back
to life and hummed in anticipation of what was to come.

  Cris cleared the tray and glasses from the bed as Lars pulled Tara down alongside him. She lay on her back while he stretched out on his side. Propping himself up on an elbow, his hair drifted over his shoulder and stroked her skin as he leaned over to kiss her. Claiming her lips, he nipped and licked at her, giving her teasing little kisses as he smiled down at her.

  She lifted her hand, cupping his cheek as she met his gaze. There were no shadows of concern in his eyes, only a beautiful smile radiating happiness. “You’re really happy to be with me?”

  His brows twitched in confusion for a brief moment. “Of course, I’ve waited my entire life for you.” He lifted her hand and pressed it against the symbol on his chest. She could feel the energy from the mark tingle under her fingertips. “I am yours until we all draw our last breaths and then I’ll carry you to our next destination.”

  “What about me?” Cris climbed back on the bed and stretched out along her other side.

  “I’m not carrying you, you’re too heavy.” Lars lifted his head and brushed his hair back so Tara could see him, too. “You can hold her hand.”

  Never did Tara believe she would ever be between two breathtakingly gorgeous men in a bed, naked, making jokes. It all seemed so surreal. She would never be alone again in dealing with life. From now on she had two wonderful men who would hold her hands and help.

  “What did I do to get so lucky to find you both?” Tara wrapped an arm around each of them. “I was so lost.”

  Cris kissed her neck. “No, baby. We were the lost ones.”

  Lars pressed a kiss to her temple. “We stayed here and waited for you to find us.”

  “And now that we have you”—Cris pulled her close and rolled on his back so she was sprawled over top of him—“we’re never going to let you go.”

  Tara braced her hands on his chest and pushed herself up so she was straddling him. The butt plug jostled and she clenched down on it again, but it wasn’t painful anymore. More like a fullness making her more aware of her butt than she’d ever been. She scooted down and rested her wet pussy right against his length. Rocking her hips, she spread cream over his cock. Her newly bare pussy lips felt like they were covered in electrical currents. Her skin was so sensitive to the slightest of touches, but sliding along over his hot cock was intoxicating. Lars lay next to them, lazily stroking his cock, watching as she moved. Feeling empowered, Tara cupped her own breasts and really started to rock her hips over Cris’s groin.

  “Oh, god. I love the way you feel on my cock.” Cris groaned, stretched his arms up, and fisted the sheets over his head. He moved in counterpoint to her movements, increasing the friction enough that Tara’s pussy throbbed. Her nipples tingled so she rolled them between her fingers, relieving the ache.

  Lars groaned and squeezed the base of his cock with one hand. “You are so beautiful, min blomst.”

  She grinned over at him and winked. “Your turn next.”

  Lars smiled, but his eyes had gone seductively dark again. “I’d never last and end up coming all over your pretty pussy.” He moved closer and ran a hand along her spine from neck to tailbone.

  “Which is what I’m about to do.” Cris reached down and gripped Tara’s hips. “I can’t take any more teasing.” He growled softly and lifted Tara up, impaling her on his cock.

  Lars’s fingers braced the butt plug as Cris pushed his thick cock into her. His cock stretched out the muscles and made the plug feel all the more obvious. Lars shifted behind her and then she felt him press a kiss at the base of her neck.

  Reaching back, she wrapped her arms around him and he reached around to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her. She continued to roll her hips as she impaled herself on Cris’s cock, riding him as she gazed down at his face.

  Cris’s eyes shifted slightly as they stared at each other, but she believed the coywolf was simply saying hello. His cock twitched inside of her and he moved his hands around her hips to her pussy. He stroked a finger through the cream between her legs, finding her clit with nerve-racking accuracy.

  He drew little circles around the nubbin, driving her arousal higher and higher with every touch. Something about the look in his eyes entranced her. Lars plucked at her nipples, pressing openmouthed kisses against her neck and spine. She rode Cris harder. He growled low in his throat and pinched her clit, and her body shuddered with the beginning of a climax. “Let it go, Tara. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He fucked up against her downward movements and wriggled his finger against her clit so fast she couldn’t stop the heady wave of pleasure from overtaking her and pulling her along in its riptide.

  Tara felt completely boneless and fell back against Lars’s embrace. He supported her as she panted. Cris’s cock was still rock hard and it throbbed inside of her.

  Lars pressed a kiss against her temple. “You okay?”

  “Mmmmm, wonderful.” She wriggled and heard Cris groan. She looked down at him. His head was tilted back and he looked to be in pain. “Cris, you okay?”

  “I’m begging you, don’t move, please.” His teeth were clenched tight, his body rigid.

  She stayed completely still and a few seconds later Cris’s face relaxed. “That was close. You fall apart so beautifully. Come down here.”

  He clasped her face in his hands and devoured her lips, growling and biting as she gripped his shoulders. With her ass angled up in the air, Lars took advantage of her offer. Stroking two fingers down her spine, he gently manipulated the plug in her ass, sending fireworks of pleasure up her spine. She moved to arch her back further, but Cris wrapped his arms around her shoulders, anchoring her to him.

  Tara wasn’t prepared for the unique sensation of having a cock deep in her pussy and then having Lars gently push and pull the toy in her ass. It was a dark, addictive pleasure that raced through her, making her crave more. She moaned when he removed the plug entirely, making him chuckle. A heartbeat later she felt him pour more lube over her back hole, pressing some inside with his fingers. She swayed her hips, rocking herself back and forth between Cris’s cock and Lars’s fingers. It felt darkly intimate and forbidden and she wanted more. “Lars, please.”

  “Tell me.” His voice made a rush of goose bumps race down her spine.

  “Fuck me.” The words came easier knowing that hearing them would drive both her men a little crazy. “Fuck my ass, please.”

  She hadn’t finished the sentence when Lars pressed the blunt end of his cock against her anus. A rush of fear curled through her. There was no way he would fit. With two cocks in such close proximity she was going to be torn apart. “Too much…” she cried.

  “Shhh, it’s okay.” Cris cooed in her ear, pressing little kisses wherever he could reach. “Take a slow breath, baby. You can do this. I promise.”

  She did take a deep breath and felt her panic subside a little. “Sorry.” She glanced over her shoulder at Lars.

  “Don’t apologize.” He stroked her hips. “We’re taking this slow. Concentrate on relaxing for me.”

  A shiver danced over her skin as he ran his fingers along her spine. She concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her ass and felt Lars press past the first set of muscles.

  “That’s it, min blomst.” She felt stretched to the limit, but nothing close to the agonizing pain she’d feared a moment ago. “Push out, trust me.”

  She did as he asked and felt him gain more depth. Cris groaned beneath her and she gently swayed her hips again. “Oh, yeah, baby. Let him in. We want you so full.”

  Tara continued to keep herself relaxed, but the fuller she felt the more she wanted to move. Her body was theirs to plunder and more importantly, she wanted them to. She gripped Cris’s hand and reached back for Lars when he buried himself the last inch into her body. A white-hot inferno raged inside of her. She wanted them to move and make her burn brighter, but something held her back.

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bsp; She looked down and watched Cris’s eyes shift again for a split second. “Mine.” He growled low in his throat and a part of her soul shifted as if making room for another layer. An awareness allowed her to sense the pleasure both Cris and Lars were experiencing as well as her own. Is this what Mating means? It was a beautiful sense of belonging that warmed her, wrapping her in a sense of security and freedom.

  Cris pulled her down and ravaged her mouth with a passion that felt as though it multiplied inside of her. “I love you, Tara.”

  “I love you too, Cris, forever.”

  She sat up and looked back at Lars. “I love you so much, too, Lars.”

  “Jeg elsker dig, min blomst.” He rocked his cock inside her, sending another bolt of lightning up her spine, short-circuiting her ability to speak.

  Lars pinched her nipple with one hand while his other arm wrapped around her hips, anchoring her against him as he fucked his cock into her ass. Cris pulled out of her pussy, cupping her other breast as he rolled her clit around with his thumb. What started as a gentle rocking between them grew in power until each of them pounded her body.

  Tara gripped them as her only anchor in this firestorm of passion and claiming. Cris started to growl low in his throat, the sound growing in intensity with each stroke. Lars’s hair fell over her shoulder. The long strands tickled as they danced over her body, while others stuck to her damp skin and added another layer to this moment.

  “Forever, Tara.” Lars groaned and slammed deep inside of her.

  “Yes. Yes!” she cried as the inferno took her over the edge. Cris howled out his completion, catching her against him when she collapsed.

  The three of them panted as they tried to recover. Lars moved first, pressing a kiss to her back before easing out of her. Cris rolled them to their sides, facing each other. She heard Lars walking unsteadily to the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.

  Cris traced a finger along the side of her face, a soft smile curling his lips. She was too exhausted to speak and apparently so were they. She felt the bed dip behind her and a warm cloth pressed against her bottom. Lars wiped the extra lube from her and then tossed the cloth into the basket by the door before rolling back to her. She slid onto her back and Cris snuggled his face against one breast, while Lars wrapped an arm over her hips and pressed his face against the other side. She curled an arm over each of them, and a feeling of inexplicable contentment rolled over her, as if she had found her way to the one place she was born to be.