The Gifted 3: Passions Ascended (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  She sucked and sucked until a caress on her cheek commanded release. In a heartbeat she was freed from cuffs and cloth. Logan surged up her body and thrust his cock inside her, hard and deep.

  “Wrap yourself around me.”

  Diana had no thought but to obey and no thought that she could experience any more pleasure than she already had. But when Logan slid his hand beneath her and drew her up and into his thrusts, when he laid his mouth on hers and forced her own nectar upon her, she found she could claim more of the gift of Eros.

  Then his groin brushed her clit, and Diana cried out as rapture seized her once more, as wave after stunning wave of passion consumed her with its fiery force.

  * * * *

  Diana had never been a snuggler, until now.

  With her head pillowed on Logan’s chest, and Cameron’s virile body spooning hers, she felt safe, secure, and cherished. It was beyond a doubt the best feeling in the world.

  “Are you doing okay?”

  Hearing Logan’s voice, subtly different through the amplifier of his chest against her ear, sounded strong and nice. Her left hand rested just above his navel, and even now, his enticing masculine aroma filled her, making her feel almost drunk. When she inhaled deeply, she could smell Cameron too. The combination was positively mouth watering.

  “Mmm. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”

  “That’s nice to know.” Cameron’s words, wrapped in a slightest brogue, dusted her shoulder. He kissed her there and then ran his hand down her side. “If one was making a list of pros and cons where this mating thing was concerned, great sex has to be the top pro.”

  Diana’s grin escaped her control. “Yes, if one was, it certainly would be.”

  “You didn’t mind the kink?” Logan’s tone sounded unconcerned, but Diana knew that was a feint. She knew him—more, she acknowledged to herself, than she’d ever allowed herself to admit.

  “It was very mild kink as these things go, and, no, I didn’t mind it. Actually…” She exhaled, looking for the words. She couldn’t lie to them. That was something that had been a fact of mated life for their kind since before memory. It was virtually the only time their innate natures ignored free will. Of course, it could be argued that if one chose to be mated, then one chose to deny free will in that particular area.

  They weren’t officially mated—they hadn’t spoken the ancient vows—but that didn’t seem to matter. In her heart she knew she had to be honest, always, with these two men. She took consolation in the knowledge that neither of these strong alpha males could lie to her, either.

  “Actually?” Logan prompted her. He sounded patient.

  He’ll need to be patient with me. “Actually, blindfolded and handcuffed, I felt free to just let go. I’d wondered about that. There’s been a big hoopla over the last couple of years about certain kinds of kink in physical relationships.”

  “You read that book?” Cameron sounded amused.

  “I read all three books,” Diana said.

  “Did it ever cross your mind that it wasn’t real? That you could make those things vanish with the barest thought?”

  Diana took a moment to think about Cameron’s question. “It wasn’t the blindfold or the handcuffs that kept me tied to the bed, that kept me submissive to your wills. It was my word, given to you.”

  “Hmm. You know, I think that just might apply to those who participate in Dom/sub scenes who don’t have magic, too.”

  “Anyway, right then, that was exactly what I needed. I needed to let go and to let the two of you be in charge. I didn’t know it at the time, so I’m glad you did.” One more truth she had to share. “I found the scene sexy as hell.”

  “So did we,” Logan said.

  “Are you sleepy? It’s been a difficult few hours for you.”

  Cameron’s question conveyed his caring, but the way his hand stroked her body and his cock poked her ass told another story entirely.

  She appreciated the former but, at the moment, preferred the latter.

  “No. I don’t want to sleep yet.” The wisp of desire flowing through her veins changed in an instant to need. “Please, don’t let me sleep yet.”

  “We won’t.” Cameron eased away from her and turned her onto her back. He cupped the side of her face, and she felt his slight trembling. “I knew it was time for me to come home from Indonesia when I began to dream of you. You haunted me, and you didn’t even know it.”

  The men drew the sheet off her, so that her body lay naked for their viewing. This was what the blindfold had denied her, seeing the raw hunger in their eyes. But she’d known it was there. She’d felt it, and she’d smelled it.

  With a lover propped up on either side of her, the time was ripe for Cam’s original suggestion, made half in jest. Reaching down, she filled her hands with hot, hard cock. Both men inhaled on a hiss when she squeezed. As she began to pump, they each thrust slightly in time with her strokes. Their already hot dicks grew hotter, and harder. Her libido stirred, and all that was female within cheered that she could arouse two such manly men.

  What do you want, my mate?

  Cameron’s presence there with her felt welcome. So in mind space, she answered his question and knew Logan had joined them in time to know her response. Spreading her legs to accommodate Cameron, she opened her mouth as Logan moved onto his knees and came closer.

  Diana sucked his cock into her mouth at the same instant Cameron’s mouth covered her pussy.

  There was no time or desire for words. There was only this, the sharing of the physical and maybe some of the emotional, too. She loved the taste of Logan, subtly different from Cameron. The scent and the flavor of him combined to fill her with his essence. She loved the way he made tiny little sounds of pleasure and the way he couldn’t seem to stop himself from thrusting. When he reached down and caressed her head, she wanted to preen.

  Cameron lavished her pussy with licks and suckles as if feasting on his favorite treat. His tongue swirled over her clit then delved into her channel, and Diana moaned around Logan’s cock. Pleasure, sharp and ripe swirled and rose in her, stealing every bit of her will and most of her breath. Thus fueled, her desire for them both burned hot and bright, the flames leaping higher and higher.

  She reached out with fingers and stroked and squeezed Logan’s balls. Sucking harder, she relished the pre-cum that dripped from him into her mouth, drinking it, and his growing horniness, down like sweet red wine.

  Cameron began to hum against her wet folds. The vibration quivered over her clit, sending thrilling little shots of electricity all through her body. Unable to help herself, she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy against his mouth, begging for more.

  His fingers plunged into her, working in and out, scratching against her sweet spot. Logan’s hand fisted in her hair, holding on tight. The strangled sound that emerged from his throat announced his climax.

  Diana drank him in and then flew as Cameron drew her clit into his mouth and his fingers strummed her inner button. She swallowed one lover’s gift and soared with the other’s. Spasm upon spasm of rapture drowned her in pure ecstasy.

  When Logan eased out of her mouth and Cameron surged up, when his cock filled her in one deep stroke, her orgasm renewed. Wrapped around him, anchored to him, she reached out a hand to Logan.

  Connected to both lovers, Diana Reynolds flew beyond the bounds of her body, beyond the edges of this realm and caught a glimpse, and a promise, of forever.

  Chapter 6

  Ricardo Fortuna was faced with an admission he never would have believed he’d ever make.

  For all of his life, his youngest brother, Roman, had been the butt of jokes and considered by every member of the family—including their father—as the least and the weakest among them and a fit object for contempt or, most often, one to simply be ignored.

  But now when he and his twin had asked for help, Roman had shown them there were more advantageous qualities to possess than mere magic. In ver
y short order, they’d been presented with new identities and would soon be on their way to a safe place far enough away from Chicago to be out of their father’s reach.

  “Everything is arranged for you. You’ll be met at Pearson International Airport by this woman.” He handed his brothers a picture of a blonde. She was…pretty. Something about her stirred something in him.

  “Her name is Daphne Cross, and she’ll escort you to the farm.” Roman paused, and Ricardo guessed it was to get both his and Eduardo’s attention. “This is very important, and I want you both to listen to me carefully. I can absolutely guarantee your safety, but you must listen to Daphne and go directly to the farm.

  “I’ll be informed when you arrive in Toronto. I’ll then go and visit father. I’ll keep him occupied until you get to safety.”

  “You won’t tell him where we are?” Rick hated that doubt had surged to the fore and really hoped Roman wasn’t insulted. But he read kindness in his youngest brother’s eyes.

  “You’re the only brothers I have left. I believe—as you’ve come to believe—that our father had a hand in the deaths of the others. So, no, I will not tell him where you are. I can keep you safe, but you must do as I say.”

  “For how long will we have to stay there?” Ed asked. He shot Rick a look he had no trouble interpreting.

  Ed was an avowed urbanite. They’d chosen the farm because it was close to a major city. Neither of them had planned to just be there. They’d thought to be able to travel around at will, see some of the city, maybe party a little. Not that they were hedonists the way Vincente and Emilio had been, but yeah, they liked women and they liked a few drinks.

  “I can’t tell you all the details, but father has a very powerful enemy. I believe this entire situation will be resolved in less than a month. Can you hold out for a month? It quite seriously means your lives.”

  “Yeah.” He and Ed had come here knowing that Roman could help them. They’d be complete dumbasses if they asked for his help and then turned it down. Rick met Ed’s gaze, but his words were for his youngest brother. “We can stick it out for a month. Hell, to be free of living every day in fear, we can stick it out as long as we have to.”

  “Good. Let’s go. I’ll drive you to the airport.”

  On the way to O’Hare, Rick and Ed studied their new “documents.” They had driver’s licenses and passports in their new names. They were now Rick and Ed Singer, and they were from Sacramento, California. They were traveling to Canada for a month-long vacation and would be staying with family.

  Roman had provided them with luggage containing everything they’d need on vacation, and he’d done it all in little more than twenty-four hours.

  Traffic was predictably busy the closer they got to the airport. Finally, Roman pulled up to the terminal, stopping his car in the unloading zone.

  He got out of the car and stood with them as they pulled their bags out of the trunk.

  “This is where we part ways.” Roman offered his hand. Rick shook it and then gave his brother an awkward hug.

  “Thanks, Roman. You’ve been kinder to us than we deserved.”

  “You’re family,” Roman said. “My first impulse will always be to help my family.”

  Rick wondered about those words as he and Ed entered the terminal. They checked in quickly and had only an hour to wait to board the plane headed on a non-stop flight to Toronto.

  “He sounded bummed out,” Ed said.

  “Can you blame him? If I was him, stuck with a family of assholes like us, I’d be bummed out too.”

  “Yeah, you have a point. But you and me, we’re not going to be that kind of family anymore, are we?”

  “I hope not. I hope we can change.” Rick realized, as he sat with his twin at the boarding gate, that those words were the most honest he’d spoken in a long time. “Funny how I just knew Roman would help us, when I never had any reason to think so, based on our actions and the way we’ve always treated him.”

  “I never doubted it either,” Ed said. Then he met Rick’s gaze. “You know what? We always tried to follow the others, to be like them. But we can change because, now, we can follow Roman’s example.”

  A slightly garbled voice announced pre-boarding for their flight to Toronto. Rick and Ed stood with everyone else and lined up, waiting for their seat numbers to be called. He turned to Ed and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll do that.” He was still astounded at the speed with which Roman had been able to get them on their way out of the danger zone. He’d thought of everything, even getting them the luggage and clothing they needed so they wouldn’t have to use their magic.

  They hadn’t thought about it, but Roman had been right. Using their powers here in Chicago, so close to home, could have alerted their father to their presence.

  The line began to move, and Rick took one more look out the windows, to the plane at the Jetway and the land beyond. It would be his last look at Chicago for at least a month. But right then and there, he didn’t really care if he ever saw his hometown again.

  * * * *

  Roman got behind the wheel of the car and didn’t think until he was a few blocks away from the airport. On the beltway, he took the first exit then parked on a side street and waited. A shift in the air had him turning in the driver’s seat and nodding to the older man who materialized beside him.

  “That was very hard for you—saying goodbye to your brothers.”

  Roman shrugged. “The hard part was accepting that I’d only been able to save the two of them.”

  “They were the two, next to you, that Gregor ignored the most. His poison didn’t run deep enough in them yet to make them oblivious to the self-destructive urges he bred in them.”

  Roman nodded. “I know you’re right, Uncle Remis. The time is coming for this to end, but I have no idea what happens after that.”

  “One step at a time, my boy. But you’re right. This is nearly over. It’s time for me to get away from my so-called captivity. I’ll take you up on your offer now. I’d like to go to the crofter’s cottage in Scotland. I like it there.”

  “Of course.” In less than a heartbeat, they were standing inside the small structure. Roman extended his hand. “The larder is full, and the shelves are stocked with books by your favorite authors.”

  “You’re a smart one.” Remis grinned. “It’s going to be good not having someone watching my every move. Thank you, Roman. Thank you for being the man you are.”

  Roman hugged his uncle, and there was no awkwardness in the gesture. Then he left him, materializing back in his car. It didn’t take him long to negotiate the streets of the city and return to his penthouse apartment.

  Half an hour later, he received a text that the flight bound for Toronto was wheels up, on its way, with his brothers aboard.

  Two and a half hours later came a second text, letting him know Daphne had picked up Rick and Ed and was on the way to the farm.

  Once his brothers were on the property, they wouldn’t be able to leave, even if they wanted to. He’d needed to know they’d be safe there—not just safe from their father but also safe from their own impulsive urges. No people of magic could leave that warded area and none—except him—could enter.

  Later, when what was to come was done, he’d go to them, tell them as much as he could, and let them decide their own futures. For now, he sat back and reached for the phone. It was time for him to pay his father a nice, filial visit.

  * * * *

  Logan drew Diana into his arms, grateful when she came easily to him, when she leaned against him and let him hold her. Over the last five years, he’d stayed on the periphery of her life, watching, waiting…and wanting. He felt as if he’d spent forever wanting her.

  Now she was here, but he didn’t know if he could claim any kind of victory because she still wasn’t his. She still wasn’t theirs. Not completely. Not yet.

  For now they would stay together, they would share a bed, and he and his brother would carry out t
heir plan. They’d love her in ways both tender and fierce until she accepted that they were her mates, and that she, by damn, was theirs.

  In the meantime, to be able to face whatever awaited them, they all needed some solid rest, and they needed knowledge. The knowledge, at the moment, was being gathered by others. As for the rest, that was proving to be a challenge. While their woman let him hold her, and allowed his brother to cocoon her close, she was far from restful.

  “You need to sleep, baby.” Cameron’s voice whispered what they’d both been thinking.

  “I’ve come so many times you’d think I would be snoring by now. I should be snoring by now. But I just can’t seem to get to sleep.” Her sigh, laced with frustration, nearly made Logan smile. Diana was used to being captain of her ship and master of her fate. That she couldn’t command her body to sleep must be very frustrating for her.

  “Do you want me to ask Mom for a tisane to help you sleep? I know she has some.” He felt the slightest increase in tension and knew she’d refuse before the words were out of her mouth.

  “No! I mean…” Diana sighed. “Sorry. I’m just…”

  “You’re wired. We both get it. Okay, no drugs. How about we try something else, then?”

  “Like what?”

  “Turn over on your tummy. Cameron and I will give you a relaxation massage, and I’ll talk you to sleep.” He felt her grin against his chest.

  “Talk me to sleep?”

  “Mmm hmm.” He kissed the top of her head. “In order for this to work, you have to let go of your formidable control. Sort of the way you did for us earlier tonight.”

  “That’s hard for me. Letting go of control.”

  “We both know that. Cam and I are the same way. So pay attention to the method because there will be a time when we’ll want or need you to take care of each of us the same way. Okay?”

  “I’ll give it a try. The massage alone will be worth it.” Diana moved, rolling away from him and onto her stomach. “But I’m warning you, I probably can’t be hypnotized.”