by Daisy Dunn
Looking at the two earnest men, her heart seem to be pulled in different directions. When Skye had been alone with each man, he felt as if he were the one for her. With both of them together, she knew she could never choose. How can I pick one over the other? A single tear trickled down her cheek, and Dillon lovingly wiped it away.
“Please don’t cry. We only want to make you happy.” Standing up, Dillon held his hand out to her. “We should all get more comfortable. Why don’t you take us to your bedroom?”
Nervously, she placed her hand in his and led both men down the hall into her small bedroom. I can’t believe this is happening to me. These two gorgeous men want to make love to me. Isn’t this what fantasies are all about? Skye decided to let go of her fear and any shred of anxiety she felt about the situation, and laid them down. The men encircled Skye, their bodies towering over hers. Each took a turn kissing her passionately before they stood back and removed their clothing in unison.
Standing before her, without shame, every detail of their naked bodies could easily be seen in the light of the afternoon sun. They were handsome, strong, and willing to share her for the time being. For how long they would be willing, she didn’t know.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly to steel herself. With a touch of confidence now flowing in her veins, she also removed her clothes. The brothers stepped toward her, guiding her to her queen-size bed. Conner lay down first, pulling Skye into his arms. Capturing her mouth with hungry urgency, she responded eagerly, her hesitation dissolving into nothingness. Dillon snuggled up behind her, pulling her hair aside and nuzzling her neck.
Waves of pure bliss flowed through her, awakening all her senses. God help her, she greedily wanted both men. A deep throbbing worked its way into her clit, and she started to grind her pussy against Conner’s leg, making it slick with her obvious excitement.
Dillon pressed his burgeoning erection against her ass, stroking his underside along her cleft. Skye arched her back, feeling his arousal, and desperately wanted him to slide his shaft into her aching core. As if sensing her need, Dillon lifted her leg and traced the head of his firm rod against her slick folds.
Conner released her lips and worked his way down her soft, creamy flesh to suckle her rounded nipples, working them into stiff, rose-tipped pebbles. With Conner creating waves of enjoyment coursing through her core, Dillon thrust his hips up slightly, breaking through her outer lips to nestle in the entrance of her moist heat. She pushed back, eager to feel his fullness. Obliging her wishes, he impaled his length, burying his cock deep within her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, as if experiencing his size for the first time.
Conner continued to tug and lick her tortured peaks, going from one to the other, while Dillon picked up speed, pounding into her with a primal rhythm. Finally feeling free with both men, she whispered throatily in Conner’s ear, “I want to taste you.”
He relinquished her swollen nipple from his mouth and crawled upward on her bed. Dillon paused briefly to shift their bodies into a new stance. Poised on all fours, with Dillon resuming a pulsing cadence, Conner positioned his cock underneath her mouth. Looking at his thick head, she noticed pre-cum sparkling on his tip. Snaking her tongue out, she dabbed his slit and took his juices into her mouth. He tasted sweet, making her crave more.
After licking his shaft wickedly, she lowered her mouth onto his girth. He moaned while gently squeezing his hand in her hair. She rode his cock with her mouth, taking him in deeply. The desire grew to unfathomable heights between the two men. Dillon’s steady pace built a slow fire inside of her as she neared climax. Reaching her clit, Dillon applied a steady, circling pressure, while increasing his speed.
Skye couldn’t wait any longer as she came with a soul-shattering intensity, her body tensing while her pussy muscles convulsed around his cock. Dillon followed her lead, exploding inside her in a final moment of ecstasy.
Regaining her senses, she continued to work on Conner’s erection. Within a minute, he groaned in blissful agony, pumping his hot seed into her willing mouth. His taste left her wanting more. Never had she felt so alive and cared for. She pushed thoughts of having to give up one of them to the side and concentrated on enjoying the moment and her men.
* * * *
With growing frustration, Nigel stormed away from another business, his search for the mysterious blonde unaided. Confident he’d found a place she might frequent when he ran across Elemental Magic, his hopes had been dashed when the women didn’t seem to recognize her. He had continued his search, showing people on the street and in stores her photograph, but no one knew her. Either the town is protecting one of their own, or she’s not a resident. Something’s telling me she’s here. Maybe if I go to the local pub, maybe someone who’s had a few drinks might tell me something.
Walking along the sidewalk, he flagged down two young men. “Excuse me, lads. Do you think you could tell me the name of a popular bar around here, where a fellow can get a great meal and a pint of ale?”
The taller of the two responded, “The best one I can think of is McLeod’s Pub, over by the docks.”
“The docks, you say?”
“Yes, and make sure you try their dark ale. It’s delicious,” the second man chimed in.
“Dark ale sounds perfect. Thank you, gents.” He nodded toward them and walked away, determined to find the pub and ultimately the blonde.
Not long after, Nigel sat at the bar, with a half-eaten steak and a pint of dark ale in front of him, making easy conversation with the locals. The bartender started to dry some shot glasses brought to him by the kitchen staff when he asked Nigel, “So, what part of England are you from?”
“I guess my accent stands out around here.”
“It does.”
“I’m from Liverpool.”
“What brings an Englishman to this small Canadian town?”
“Well, I just so happen to be doing a genealogy tree of my extended family, and I discovered I have a relative living here. I decided to take a long overdue vacation to Vancouver Island, and see if I could find her. All the information my family could give me was a picture of her and the town she lived in, which happened to be in Chemainus. I know this is a long shot, but I thought I’d show her picture around town to see if anyone knew her.”
“Why don’t you show us what she looks like and maybe we might be able to point her out?”
“You Canadians are truly as friendly as the world perceives you to be. Thank you for your help.” Nigel reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the picture, showing it to the bartender first.
“I know who this is. Skye Mistral is her name, and she’s the sweetest gal you could ever meet.”
Nigel’s pulse raced. He knew he’d find her here. I suspect my approach to people made them want to protect her. I should have come up with this story in the first place. “Oh, how exciting. Do you know where I can find her?”
“I don’t know where she lives, but she is one of the owners of a store called Elemental Magic. She’s there almost every day.”
Could this get any easier? “Splendid. I think I’ll stop by the store tomorrow and see if she wants to meet a long-lost relative. By the way, how many people own the store?”
“There are four of them in total, all beauties and nicer than you could imagine.”
“Well, I think this wonderful news calls for a drink. I’ll buy the next round before I head out for the night.”
Nigel’s offer was greeted by cheers from the handful of patrons in the pub. Thrilled he almost had her in his grasp, he felt a stirring in his loins. Between the excitement of the hunt and the things he would do to the sexy wind witch when he finally caught her, he pulled the length of his coat over the growing bulge in his pants.
An hour later, Nigel sat in front of his computer to report his findings to his superior.
“Good evening, Price. What progress have you made in finding this girl?”
“Good evening,
Commander Tower. I’ve found out her name and place of work. Her phone number seems to be unlisted, so I haven’t found her address yet, but I’m positive I will have it by tomorrow night. I’ll put all this information in my report. You should receive it from me tomorrow night.”
“Fantastic job. I’ve talked to the leaders, and they’re very interested in this woman. You must bring her to us alive and unharmed. Her power can not be tampered with, nor can her body. Do you understand what I’m saying, Price?”
He knew exactly what his commander meant. Hunters were known for enjoying their female captives from time to time, and Nigel was no exception. The syndicate didn’t frown on the behavior because it kept their Hunters excited for the next catch. Nigel knew he’d be risking his future career and life with the syndicate if he disobeyed their command. However, something inside of him stirred, a feeling of possessiveness crept over him. He mentally fought off the idea, realizing his thoughts reeked of treason. “I understand your orders, sir, and I will follow them to the letter,” he answered trying to mask his uncertainty.
“Excellent. We don’t want to disappoint the leaders. Now, have you found out any information on Simon?”
“No, sir. It’s as if he just disappeared. If someone covered his tracks, they did an excellent job hiding the evidence. The only thing they forget was the recording of their activity at the front door.”
“Pity, Simon had potential. By the way, the computer technicians were able to enlarge and clean up the face of the man in the picture. I’m sending it through now. Keep an eye out for him.”
Nigel looked at the picture of the man on his screen. Impressed by the job the techs did, he studied the image briefly and concluded he didn’t recognize the man from his journey around the town. “I will, sir. Anything else?”
“No, nothing else.”
“Thank you, sir. Signing off.”
“Signing off.”
Commander Tower’s image disappeared from his screen while he printed a copy of the man’s picture. I wonder who you are and what gifts you might possess. We shall soon find out.
Nigel set about planning his next move. He would stake out Elemental Magic and follow one of the women home. Maybe he’d be lucky, and they’d lead him directly to Skye. If not, he would take one of them prisoner and flush her out. If she’s as sweet as they say, she’ll easily give herself up to save her friend. And then, she’ll be mine. Pulling out Skye’s picture from his coat, he stared at her beautiful face, stroking his finger down her cheek, something he’d done several times throughout the day. An obsessive feeling, growing under his no-nonsense persona, magnified, filling him with thoughts of disobeying the syndicate for the first time in his long association with them. Mine.
Chapter Eight
Nigel parked down the street from Elemental Magic to see if Skye might show up. He doubted she would, but he had a feeling this could be the way to find her. The store hadn’t opened yet, so he hoped he’d catch one of the women alone and coerce her into telling him where he could find Skye.
Two familiar women came around the bend and stopped at the store, the brunette he had initially questioned and the raven-haired beauty. Dammit. They entered the store and opened the shop for the day.
Well, I guess I’ll have to wait here longer than I thought. However, I wouldn’t have minded trying to get one of those lovelies to talk.
A few minutes later, the woman with black tresses left the shop. Initially, he wanted to go into the shop, but his gut feeling told him to follow the other woman. His instincts were almost always right. Hopping out of his vehicle, he casually roamed behind her from a distance.
A short time later, he strolled in a residential area and doubted his initial impulse. She’s probably going home. She’s gorgeous, but she’s not my Skye. About to turn around, he watched as the woman went up to a house and knocked on the door. She’s not going home. I’ll stick around to see whose house she’s going to.
A couple minutes passed and finally the front door swung open. Stepping into view, she took his breath away. Skye. He watched as the women embraced and then disappeared into the house. I knew it. My hunch paid off, as usual. I’ll wait until she leaves, and then I’ll make my move.
* * * *
With the morning sunshine streaming through her window, Skye woke up in her bed, surrounded by Dillon and Conner. Smiling to herself, she remembered the naughty things she had done with them. They’d made love together throughout the afternoon and well into the night, with all of them finally falling into a desperately needed sleep. As she shifted, she found certain areas and muscles in her body protesting with her movement.
Both men stirred, cuddling closer to her naked form and wrapping their arms tighter around her, each staking their claim. She felt thoroughly loved by these men, even though they had not professed the feelings to her in words. Love brewed in her heart for the brothers, making this situation magical and intolerable at the same time. Her earth elemental sister, Ivy, had been extremely fortunate to find two men willing to accept the ménage relationship, sharing a home and a deep love between the three of them. Ivy’s mates were an anomaly, in Skye’s view. Men don’t usually want to share their women. Hell, I wouldn’t want to share my man. Oh God, what do I do?
She needed to consult with Ivy to see if she went through what Skye faced now. Besides, she wanted to talk to someone who would understand the mixed emotions tearing her in different directions.
“What are you thinking?” Dillon asked with a thick, raspy voice as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
“I’m thinking of us.”
“You look so confused.”
“I am. I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m sorry we’ve done this to you. I thought we made you happy yesterday.”
“You did. You both did. But can we go on like this? Is it fair to let me enjoy the two of you without a decision being made? Maybe it would be easier for all of us if I end this love triangle now.”
“Please, Skye, don’t talk like this. I’m going to be honest with you. I’m in love with you.” Dillon’s words felt genuine.
I think he actually means it.
“I know it seems pretty fast, but I can’t help how I feel about you. You were meant to be in my life. My soul is crying out for you, and for some reason, I think you can feel the pull.”
“I think I can, too. But I feel Conner’s soul tugging at me, too.” She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she saw a flicker of hurt cross his expression. “I can’t give my whole heart until I know who to give it to.”
“I understand, Skye, and your indecision doesn’t make me love you any less.”
“Thanks for your patience.”
“Honey, I’ll hang around for a lifetime if I have to. You’re worth the wait.”
With her heart fluttering in her chest, she stroked his hair and rested her hand on his cheek. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, molding closer to his body.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Conner asked groggily, “I think you two forgot me.”
Skye pulled away from Dillon to kiss Conner. “Good morning, I’m glad you could join us.”
“I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be with you.”
“Can’t one of you be a complete asshole? You’re both so perfect.” Skye shook her head at the situation. Well, I guess things could be worse.
“We couldn’t be mean to you if we tried, right, Dillon?”
“Agreed.”
They began to kiss her in turn, more fervently, their hands roving her body, until the lovers’ den was abruptly interrupted by a rap on the front door.
“Don’t answer it,” Conner said between soft kisses being placed on her neck. “They’ll come back.”
Skye almost became lost in their wicked embrace again, when the demanding knock on the door persisted. “I have to answer it.” Crawling out of bed, the men jokingly pouted as they joined her scrambling around the room looking for their scattered clothes.
Raine followed her in the house and stopped short. “Oh, you’re not alone,” she stated curiously.
“I forgot you haven’t met my, ah, special friends. This is Conner and Dillon,” Skye said, pointing at the brothers respectively. “And this is my dear friend, Raine.”
“Hi, boys. Nice to meet you two. I hope you are treating my Skye well.” She gave them a warm, yet stern look.
“I promise you, we have been complete gentlemen,” Dillon vowed with his hand in the air, while Conner nodded in agreement.
“Raine, you are such a mother hen sometimes.”
“I know. I kind of enjoy the gig.”
“So, what brings you here?”
“I really need to talk to you.”
“Listen, Skye, I think Dillon and I should go out for breakfast, so you can have some alone time with Raine.”
“You guys don’t mind?”
“No, of course not. We’ll be back in a little while to finish our, ah, discussion.” Dillon smiled devilishly and kissed Skye tenderly on the lips. Once Dillon backed away, Conner placed his lips on hers in a deeper, more passionate kiss.
When he finally released her, he turned to Raine and said, “Nice meeting you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”
Skye laughed as she watched Raine stare after the men leaving her home. “You can close your mouth now.” Giggling, Skye pushed a finger under Raine’s chin.
“What the hell?” she cried, her violet eyes sparkling with confusion, “What’s going on?”
“Honestly, I don’t know myself.”
“You know, it’s bad enough Ivy had to hog two gorgeous hunks all to herself, but now you, too. I’m desperately looking for a mate before the summer solstice and both Ivy and you have two men each. So not fair.” Raine followed Skye into the living room, placing her purse on the coffee table and joining her on the couch.