“Brothers, that explains why you are so alike. Which brother is which?”
Brenna looked away from Corbin and toward the waterfall. Mist tumbled across the surface of the pool.
“Mm. I thought so.” Corbin pressed a kiss to the side of Brenna’s head. “Victor touched you last night, Waldrom and I watched.”
“Do you always do that? Watch each other like that?”
“You are impossible, hatchling. So demanding.” The words sounded harsh, but the voice remained calm and soothing with a hint of affectionate humor. “Why is what I’ve given you not enough?”
“I guess it doesn’t matter anyway since this is a dream,” Brenna murmured. She slipped into the pool.
Beneath the surface of the water, the light acted in strange ways. It glimmered and shone in beams, as if she’d plunged into the heart of a jewel instead of a body of water. Brenna couldn’t see the bottom. When she emerged, she tossed her head back, her black hair slick against her head and neck, and she breathed in deep.
Behind her, she heard a splash. The waterfall already disturbed the pond water, so she didn’t feel any of the ripples as the water displaced behind her. It wasn’t until he wrapped her arms around Brenna from behind and kissed the back of her neck that she realized he had drawn close.
“You’re so beautiful all wet like this. The water beads on your skin like dew on a petal, hatchling. Your hair is so dark.”
Brenna shivered. The water was cold, but his body was hot. The warm touch of a firm chest against Brenna’s back felt invigorating. The sparks were back. The air crackled with electric sparks off their bond.
“Are you going to make love to me?” Brenna whispered, voice far more delicate than she would have liked.
“Would you like me to?”
“Yes.” She felt her heart swell as she gave the reply.
Brenna closed her eyes. They tread water together, but Brenna knew that Corbin was supporting much of her weight. Swimming already made her feel weightless, but with Corbin there, staying afloat was effortless. And when his hand crept down her abdomen and took hold of her mound, Brenna had never felt so free.
“Is this how it will always be, hatchling? You, needy, and my brothers and I, so eager to please?” The words sounded as though they came from a mouth that smiled.
“I hope so,” Brenna moaned at the idea of three brothers always eager to please her. Corbin’s fingers only had to move slightly to stroke her most sensitive places. Brenna exhaled and tried to keep herself steady, so she could truly enjoy the pleasure. Treading water made it difficult.
Corbin gave an approving groan. “You are an incredible creature.”
Brenna's channel oozed the luscious moisture. Her body was eager to react despite the cold water. Unable and unwilling to resist the torment, her clit hardened, and her lips unfurled.
Corbin guided her to the side of the pool where Brenna rested her arms on the rocks, facing away from him. The tension boiled higher inside as she was forced to face away from her lover.
He pushed the top of her body forward as he ran a hand down the cleft of her ass.
Brenna moaned and parted her legs, wondering what next.
She didn't wait for long.
The fingers slipped beneath and pressed into her aching, empty pussy, filling her from behind.
With no idea how it happened so quickly, Brenna gasped soundlessly as Corbin pressed their bodies together his thick hard cock rubbed against her cheeks. His hand between her thighs moved so that fingers slipped over her clit and explored her private feminine folds and delved into her slippery wetness.
Then his hand was gone.
Grabbing onto the side of the pool wall with one hand, he began easing the head of his cock into her. Meeting no resistance, it slipped in.
Brenna reorganized her weight in order to allow her free hand access to touch her neglected clit. If, like her, the man had a furious fucking in mind, Brenna would need clitoral stimulation too.
As Corbin pushed in with some vigor, each thrust pushed Brenna forward, thereby pushing her erect clit against her hand.
Brenna dropped her head in her arms. She panted and moaned while Corbin stretched her and pushed in deep.
It felt like coming home.
“Are you going to proudly carry my seed?” Corbin whispered into Brenna’s ear, voice pitched low with arousal.
“Yes.” Brenna closed her eyes.
“Are you proud to know that you have everything? That we have chosen you?”
“Yes.” Her head filled with the thought of her love for her talented lover. “So proud. And I want more.”
“More?” Corbin nipped the back of Brenna’s ear. “We can always give you more.”
Brenna shivered and pressed down against him. The erotic situation and rhythmic attention ensured she'd come soon if it didn't stop, but if they dirty talked like this while Corbin stuffed her? Brenna would come much sooner than that.
“So greedy, hatchling. But who am I to deny you?”
It happened so quickly that Brenna didn’t have time to prepare. Heat flooded her guts, and she opened her eyes in surprise from it. She was going to come.
They came together. Fuck, it was hot. Together.
Corbin hissed low in satisfaction and bucked a few last times, then remained plugged inside her.
He’d shot, Brenna realized. She’d taken another load. The cum of another stranger was inside of her. Two brothers.
“Do you want more?” Corbin asked, voice husky.
“Goddess. Yes,” Brenna pleaded.
“Climb out of the pool.”
It was agony to stop and part, when she was so close to coming again, but Brenna did so, lifting herself from the pool.
Water sloughed off her body and wet the stone she crawled onto. Corbin followed her out. He guided Brenna away from the stone and to a patch of soft moss. They laid with each other, and for a while, they did nothing other than kiss and cuddle and touch while Brenna’s arousal spiraled out of control.
She wanted this. She couldn’t explain why, or how it had come to be this way, but she knew what she wanted.
When at last Corbin was hard again he eased Brenna back and mounted her. This time the penetration was deep and satisfying in a way it hadn’t been while in the pool. He worked deep into her body and claimed her. He pushed his seed deeper until Brenna was sure it would never come out.
In turn, she tightened around him and pushed back into his thrusts. She’d never wanted to have sex with someone as much as she wanted to with Corbin right then.
Brenna could feel the heat and dripping moisture between them, emanating from where they joined. And she could feel Corbin's hot, ragged breath skimming over her shoulder.
As for her, she'd been at the edge for a while and needed very little to push her over. The pressure of warm skin slipping and rubbing against her clit was enough.
“Come,” Corbin coaxed. “I want to feel you come, hatchling. Come against me. I want you to want it as badly as I want you.”
As badly as I want you.
Even in this position, she could hardly believe this perfect man of her dreams wanted her so badly. Brenna's body responded naturally to the request, and she was left to groan with profound pleasure as Corbin’s words swirled through her.
She bucked, and thrust and screamed without caring who might see or if anyone could hear. The tumbling waterfall ate the bulk of the noise.
She’d never wanted to have sex with someone as much as she wanted to right then.
And what sex.
Like nothing ever before.
No hands.
No mouth.
Nothing existed at all but a tidal wave of pulsating energy that rushed through Brenna's body, making her toes curl and her fists clench.
Corbin kissed, then nipped, Brenna’s neck. It was the final layer of the erotic. He gasped and pressed forward.
For a while they remained in place, panting to reclaim their breath. Retain
ing control of their coupling, Corbin rolled them over until they were side by side. He held Brenna tight.
“You are perfect,” Corbin praised. “Flawless and beautiful.”
Brenna’s cheeks burned.
“Are you going to come back every night?” Brenna asked. “Are we going to make love like this every night?”
“No. I cannot.” Corbin kissed Brenna’s nape.
“You brothers then? Will you take it in turns?”
“We might.” He smiled. “I hope it won’t be long before you don’t have to dream of us at all.”
Their bodies parted. Brenna looked him over, wondering what he meant. She would have remembered if she met someone half as gorgeous as Corbin or his brothers. Their strange, iridescent black hair and the depths of their eyes were otherworldly. Corbin's strong but slender body was a work of art. The connection between them sparked in the air and stirred Brenna’s heart.
If he were a real person, Brenna would know it.
“What do you mean by that?” Brenna asked when she found no answer in his eyes.
“I mean our destinies are bound. As we are fated souls, we shall have you as our own,” Corbin declared.
“But I don’t understand.”
“You will in time.” Corbin kissed her, stealing away Brenna’s anxious thoughts as though he took them into himself. He whispered against Brenna's cheek, “We have marked you. Victor and I have marked you. You belong to us.”
When it came to Corbin and Victor, Brenna was helpless. Victor oozed self-assurance to the point of arrogance. Just as competent, this man brought a different level of tenderness to their encounter. Every touch was magic. Every kiss was a reminder that she’d found what she’d been seeking.
That strange scent close to the smell of rain clung to Corbin’s skin. In the aftermath of sex, it clung to Brenna’s skin, too.
She wondered about Waldrom, would she spend a similar night with him?
Corbin kissed her, and Brenna kissed back, and eventually, she found herself on her back with his thighs between her legs. This time, when they made love, it was slow and sensual. Corbin made Brenna feel valued—whole—like she was the most important person in his world.
And maybe she was.
Multiple orgasms left Brenna blurry eyed and spacey. The world shifted out of focus. Was she falling asleep within her dream?
Brenna turned her head to look in Corbin’s direction as the colors around her smeared like paint across a canvas, but he was gone. In his place, feathers showered down from above. Black, iridescent, and beautiful.
Raven’s feathers.
CHAPTER SIX
The color of the feathers smeared across Brenna’s field of vision until, as if blinded, she saw only black.
She jumped as she woke up with a start, relieved to find herself safe and sound in Dr. Kilpatrick’s guest bed. Bright light seeped around the edges of the heavy window drapes. She’d slept the whole night.
For a while, she laid in bed and tried to collect her thoughts. Was she going crazy, or was there some other reason for the dreams at night that connected with the ravens of the day? Brenna didn’t believe in the supernatural. At least, she hadn’t before.
The dreams were so vivid, unlike any she’d had before, and a strange scent of something almost like rain clung to Brenna’s skin. A delicious smell that she didn’t want to wash away because she associated it with those men and sex and a sense of euphoria, which was more than mere arousal.
The dreams weren’t just sexy dreams. They hinted at fulfillment. They offered a life of love and contentment, which Brenna would grasp with both hands if it were real.
Perhaps these dreams resulted from relaxing after all the stress of years of study, Brenna reasoned. Or on the other hand, they could result from the underlying tension Brenna experienced now her studies were over, and she had no plan for the future.
It wasn’t unreasonable to guess she might dream about something she wished for in real life. A handsome and fantastic lover who also promised long-term commitment. Better yet, two such lovers or even three.
Either that, or she was going insane.
Brenna got out of bed, washed, and ate breakfast listlessly.
All the while she kept her eyes on the window, watching the forest. There was no sign of any ravens this morning. The absence left her lonely, even though there was no reason to think a wild creature should join her every day for breakfast.
Longing to get back into the forest, she thought about the chores that needed doing as a priority. She’d promised herself the joy of cool air from the day of her arrival at Dr. Kilpatrick's, and it wasn’t going to happen all by itself. She’d have to investigate those machines in the basement, work out how she would get them upstairs, and set them up. Realistically, she might need to find someone to help her.
While in the basement, it was high time she figured out how to operate the washing machine before the laundry got out of control.
She should also contact civilization, just to make sure it was still there and not overrun by aliens or killer birds. And to make sure she wasn’t losing touch and slipping into total insanity without knowing it. She could pop into the nearby town, get groceries, as she was low on perishables having brought little with her.
She doubted the small town would have a bookshop, but she could ask. There was a library and it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. That, at least, would be something to look forward to.
And she’d talk to real people, face to face. People, not animals and birds and trees.
When Brenna finished eating, she set her bowl in the sink and wandered down to the basement.
The expansive basement had at one time been the servant’s quarters, according to Dr. Kilpatrick. Brenna pulled the chain for the overhead light and moved through the basement hallway, poking her head into each room to investigate. She found the individual rooms and strange layout unsettling.
A workout room. An office. A spare bedroom. A grimy bathroom. Dr. Kilpatrick lacked a passion for interior design, but the man had always been a little odd. Brenna didn’t let it get her down.
A storage room was tucked away at the end of the hall. Inside was unused furniture, forgotten pieces of art, and towering stacks of unmarked cardboard boxes, all abandoned and forgotten. At the back of the room, Brenna saw several window units. She grinned in victory and picked her way across the room.
She wouldn't be able to lift the window-mounted air conditioners, but she thought she should at least try, just in case these were a special lightweight model. Brenna squatted down and struggled to lift one, squeezing her eyes shut and biting back with the effort. Lightweight, they were not.
They were impossible to move without being dangerous. “Shit.” She'd get help, but how could she ask anyone to help carry an air conditioner out with so much junk in the way? Brenna recalculated her plans. First, she’d clear a path to the doorway; then she’d figure out how to get the air conditioner upstairs and install it.
Somehow.
In the end, the air conditioning would be worth the struggle.
Dr. Kilpatrick had no shortage of them. Brenna wondered why he didn’t invest in renovations instead of band-aid solutions to the problem, but it wasn’t her place to ask. She was only house sitting. When Dr. Kilpatrick returned from his three-month vacation in Europe, Brenna would head back home to Riverside.
She wasn’t looking forward to it.
Brenna had seen little of Beaumont, but there was something about the small, quiet town that spoke to her. She’d felt it the moment she’d reached city limits. The excitement of solitary living and the idea of a new adventure stirred her. Driving into town that first day must've been the last prompt she needed to internalize that her life had changed. No more walking down the stairs to shop just along the street from her college dorm.
Still, days later, the shivers of excitement hadn’t abated.
It was as if Brenna’s soul had awoken from a lifelong slumber. She thought
she'd be happy here. Beaumont was small and boring by most people's standards, but Brenna suspected it might suit her well. She'd take three months to test it out.
“So what now?” she asked the empty room.
After a thorough exploration of the house earlier that day, it'd become evident Dr. Kilpatrick only cleaned the rooms he used regularly. As he seemed to use less than half the rooms, the house was apparently far too large for him.
Several of the other rooms in the house needed dusting and airing out, which would occupy Brenna's time. It’d be fun to enjoy the whole house.
But there on her bed, letting what slim breeze slipped through the open window flow over her, it also sounded like work for another day.
Clearing space in the basement had taken longer than Brenna expected, and it was damn hard work. The way she figured it, she’d earned her trip into the forest. She had enough groceries to put off her shopping trip as well.
She packed a bag this time, wary of being out without essentials. She considered a compass, map, water, a snack, and an eReader as the absolute minimum items required for survival. In the basement, while nosing around, she’d found a pocket knife, which might come in handy.
Unsure where she was headed, Brenna let her instincts guide the way. Watching out for landmarks to aid her easy return home this time around, she checked her compass regularly against the map so she’d have a notion of the direction she headed in, but otherwise, she abandoned the path and followed her nose.
As she walked, she mulled over questions she’d like answered, although she didn’t expect they ever would be. What were the ravens doing? Why had it looked like one was injured, then miraculously recovered? Why did birds follow her and lead her home? How did they communicate?
And, most important of all, why were there raven manifesting as a sexy, arrogant men in her dreams?
Brenna didn’t like to think she was projecting her loneliness into her sleep, but she guessed it was probably the best explanation.
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