“I felt it,” Kellis confirmed. “And I feel like shit. What’s more, what will tomorrow bring with Adara?”
“Adara will learn, just as she’s learned from every other lesson. She’s taught us too.”
“True,” agreed Orion. “Maybe more than we know. And imagine how intense tonight would have been if—”
“Don’t go there,” Kellis moaned. “If I’d let my emotional guard down my brains would have leaked out my ears. That ass…”
“We need to clean her up and get her to bed,” Thorn decreed, “Unless you wish to have her again in the morning.”
“Not here. In our bed. Cenna can—”
“No. One of us will stand watch. Cenna is old and might not be able to cope with…I have a feeling.” Thorn didn’t know what else to say. He just knew something was coming.
“I’ll stand watch. Adara is going to be more annoyed with you and Kellis after the way you tag teamed her. She’s bound to need some tenderness from you both.”
****
Kellis sat up with his back against the headboard and eased Adara’s sleeping form on top of him, carefully pulling her arms away from her body and securing the fine bones of her wrists with his hands. Thorn knelt between their spread legs and began to wake her by kissing her throat then trailing his tongue and lips down to her full mounds. He knew his brother would hold Adara firmly while he seduced her. She came fully awake at the first suckle of her nipple, tensing and attempting to move away. He could hear Kellis whispering in her ear—sweet nothings, no doubt—and they both ignored her quiet requests for them to leave her alone. It was more difficult to pretend not to hear the increasingly strident demands, but he took his time anointing her beaded buds with his tongue, biting down gently then soothing them with a kiss and another suckle. As he turned his attention to her other breast, he rolled and pinched the abandoned nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
When he decided they were sufficiently sensitized, he lifted his head and stared at her. Confusion and hurt lurked in her expressive green eyes, and he smiled, maintaining his expression even when she didn’t smile back. Her verbal rejections had ceased, however.
“You are so beautiful, agapi mou. Everywhere.” He turned back to his task, sweetly tormenting her breasts until she squirmed beneath his touch. Orion continued to murmur to her.
Following down her center line, painting a fine line of moisture with his tongue, he blew at intervals, watching her flesh goose bump. He paused at her navel, flicking his tongue in the dip before sidetracking to nibble the soft flesh at her hip bone. Adara rolled her pelvis in a slight movement, obviously trying to control her response to him. Again he rose up to lock gazes with her and saw how arousal had begun to replace her unpleasant emotions.
“You smell of lavender, Adara. Orion has ordered you more.” She tensed at his comment before her head tilted towards Kellis’s lips as his brother whispered something that soothed her, for she once again relaxed.
Kissing his way down either thigh, resting a hand on her knees in the event she decided to pull away, he could scent her sex awakening. Musky and tart. No one smelled like their intended—or tasted like her either. He schooled himself and continued to kiss her legs, alternately stroking and pressing gently with his thumbs. A tiny moan escaped her full lips, and he found his way back to the apex of her thighs.
Spreading her folds to reveal the darker pink inner lips, now lightly coated with her cream, he pressed his mouth wide to seal over her opening and clit, sucking hard and lancing his tongue inside. He needed his hands to push beneath her buttocks to hold her to him as she bowed up from the bed and writhed away. Kellis bent his knees to support her and keep her in place and Thorn feasted, sucking and licking to bring her closer to coming. When she gasped and gave a little shriek he knew his brother had released her hands in order to pinch her nipples, and Adara’s fingers worked into his hair, tugging him closer while she ground herself against him. He drew her pouting clit against his palate and sucked harder. Adara came all over his mouth, flooding his senses with her taste and smell.
He surged up over her, careless of Kellis partially pinned beneath them both, ignoring the pain as her hands tore free of his hair. His cock fit between her thighs and slipped through her juices to find its way home. Thorn used all his self control to slow his thrusts and give her time to adjust no matter how he longed to fuck her clear through his brother and into the mattress. But his love was stronger than his lust and he took her slowly if fully, moving his hands to the silk of her back to hold her close while Kellis somehow scrambled from beneath them.
“Agapi mou.” He ground the endearment out as he struggled to maintain control, riding the residual clenching of her sheath as she came down from her release. Her hands crept up to rest on his shoulders and her thighs enclosed him sweetly. Thorn poured himself into her, both his heart and his seed, wishing he could say it, hoping she felt it.
Dropping his weight to her side, his replete cock pulled free but remained cradled in the cleft of her sex as he cuddled her to him. Kissing her forehead, he wished he could take her sweet mouth. That impulsive taste the first time he took her teased his memory. But he had to wait.
Adara rested against him, heart slowing as her breaths became regular and deeper. Kellis scooted to spoon against her back, and she stiffened.
“It’s fine, my love. I just needed to share in your comfort. I won’t ask more of you this morning.”
Her body lost the tension and Thorn recognized her response for what it signified—no matter how Kellis had imposed his will on her last night she trusted his promise this morning. Thorn only hoped she would come to view him in the same light.
****
Compressed between two superheated and muscular bodies, Adara blearily regrouped. Her girl parts were never going to be the same and her brain just wouldn’t function—she could focus on pleasure but other things were becoming blurred. They were giving her short periods of time to think—but only about their lessons. They had clarified things further, taking her to erotic places she hadn’t believed possible following her response.
The previous night had been about pure sensation and pleasure. It broke her down further—on their terms. She’d loved and hated it. Never believing she could be such a sexual creature she now feared she’d continuously crave it, but past her animalistic response she needed the intimacy. Last night stripped her raw, the intense sexuality totally overwhelming but without the loving and reassuring component—intimacy. Aside from last night the twins weren’t skimpy with that, and Thorn too expressed himself, although he was more of a show than tell kind of guy—hell, Kellis and Orion insisted they loved her. Thorn probably didn’t feel so deeply, but he cared. She could sense it when he wasn’t being the boss of her and grudgingly accepted he bossed her because he cared.
Her worry about returning home a different person, unable to find satisfaction away from them, was now pervasive. Was that love? Had she fallen for them? All of them? Was her stupid jealousy over Ronnie and all the other women before her an indicator that she was in love with them? She might have written it off to the mind-blowing sex, but sex wasn’t enough, witness her reaction to pure sensation just a few hours ago. Another lesson learned. They must think her a total dullard when she prided herself on being a quick study. It was just adapting to their lifestyle and their expectations was so contrary to what she wanted…
Bullshit, Adara. Sammy explained this to you and you knew of the lifestyle by dint of his friendship. And you studied up on this—you knew what to expect—don’t minimize your intelligence. You pushed back to test their resolve and to see if they were being honest with you about their commitment. They never misled you about wanting you forever right from the beginning. You just didn’t think enough of yourself to believe them, always knowing you were less than others. You turned to the business to fulfill yourself because you had nothing else. You were just marking time.
Was that her in her head? Scrambling to crou
ch between Thorn and Kellis, she clutched her temples. The truth will set you free. Holy shit. Was that a quote?
“Little one! Adara!” Thorn grasped her shoulders and gave her a tiny shake.
She ducked into his arms, feeling them swoop around her to squeeze tight. Epiphanies were a bugger no matter who expressed them, and she suspected other inexplicable things were at work again. In her head.
“My love, what happened?” Kellis pulled her hair away from her face, kneeling to peer down at her.
What was she supposed to say? That she was hearing voices? Probably she could tell them exactly that—this planet was possessed. “I just got lectured again, only this time while I was wide awake.”
Peering at Thorn, she asked, “That wasn’t you, was it?”
He shook his head as he set her slightly away from him.
“I need to think. I need the lav.”
Her favorite lady’s maid made his appearance on cue. “Awake I see, my sweet. Cenna is preparing your favorite repast, and I’ll bathe you.”
She had a favorite repast? Indeed she did, not that anyone else in her life would have noticed. Just how blind had she been to how well these men knew her? Choking back a scream of frustration she wiggled free of Thorn, inadvertently elbowing Kellis in his muscled chest as she scrambled to the floor. Orion stepped aside as she fled into the bathing room, although he drifted fingertips over her flank as she passed him.
He was filling the tub when she finished taking care of business, and helped her inside without comment. When he joined her, his understanding silence coupled with the caress of the warm water soothed her jangled nerves, and she cautiously explored the possibility that she might actually remain on Virile.
“I’ll help you with the pay system today, Orion,” she timidly offered. The secattor hunt had interfered with the previous plan.
“Perfect. It has stymied me.”
She somehow doubted that, but appreciated his effort to utilize her education.
****
It took a while to learn their computer system but once she mastered it she was able to sort through the program and ferret out the error—perhaps it took a fresh set of eyes because Orion swore he hadn’t been able to locate it.
“I can use your help with other things, Adara,” he mentioned.
“Sure.” She welcomed something different to do. Eating, sleeping, being pampered and having sex and more sex couldn’t continue to be the only things to fill her days. Together they parceled out the various duties Orion carried and Adara experienced a familiar sense of excitement. This kind of work was what she had trained for, although her sexual training was coming along as well, she supposed, surprised she didn’t feel resentful at the realization.
The study held all the modern technology that she expected, considering how well appointed the rest of the house was, and also held two desks and four comfortable chairs. It too lacked windows but was well lit in the areas requiring light. The enormous floor to ceiling bookcase seemed at odds in the room—made of a dark material and packed full of dusty old tomes. When she mentioned her thought to Orion he shrugged, although a strange expression crossed his face.
“They belong to our ancestors, Adara. Very old and weighty, I’m afraid. We have pored through them all because it was expected when we were children. And because they are our history we keep them close. They are written in the old language.”
“I’m already picking up some of the words, Orion. It’s a combination of Latin and Greek, the childhood of language on my planet. It’s still used in some places and I recognize the meaning. Perhaps I’ll have time to look at some of them.”
“We’ll see,” he replied vaguely. “We can look at them together when the time comes.”
Right. Three weeks wasn’t a lot of time, although their history would be interesting. She found herself very curious but throttled it back. She wanted to take some baby steps after her morning epiphany.
Nonnie the grimalkin stretched out across all the documents she’d referenced, impeding any additional checks. Adara paused occasionally to stroke her pet, enjoying the sputtering, purring response as the creature rolled to offer her belly. Nonnie appeared to have grown overnight, and Cenna assured her the cat was already established in the sun room. She was barred from the bedroom and playroom. That was fine with Adara. The poor animal would be corrupted—or defend her. The cat followed her like a cane, the closest thing to a dog on Virile, and to everyone’s amazement had never showed a hint of its claws with Adara.
The men were a different story. Nonnie alternately hissed and snarled at them and howled inconsolably if shut out of a room away from her new owner. She tolerated Cenna who was the keeper of sustenance—Nonnie was smart. Being as she was so protective, Adara had named her Patronus, after consulting with Cenna about the word for protector in Virilian. Except Patronus didn’t really suit her pet, hence Nonnie.
“We want you to stay, my sweet.” Orion’s quiet comment broke her concentration of assessing the various journals stored archivally—she’d found places to trim costs and room for expansion already without jeopardizing productivity.
“It’s complicated, Orion.”
“In what way? I understand you and your brother aren’t close, although you obviously are loyal to him.”
“How so?”
“Adara. He could have taken your place on Virile, albeit in a prison.”
“Well, if it wasn’t for the fact the estate would also be forfeit, don’t think I hadn’t considered it.”
Laughing, he tossed some paperwork aside and gathered her onto his lap. His cock swelled beneath her buttocks, and she wiggled to sit more comfortably.
Orion groaned. “Gods, my sweet. Don’t press your sweet ass against me like that.”
“Or what?”
She was off his lap and on her knees in front of him in the next instant, Orion lifting her effortlessly and depositing her with care. His blue eyes glittered with amusement and suppressed lust as he freed his shaft from the constraints of his pants.
“Or you’ll find yourself serving me.”
She didn’t bristle at the term—Orion served her, willingly and happily, in such a variety of ways. The term wasn’t disparaging. His erection bristled above his corded abs and wept in excitement. Shuffling closer, ignoring the slight abrasion on her knees, she reached out and ran a fingertip around the mushroom-shaped head, then traced the throbbing vein down the underside all the way to the base. She delved beneath the waistband of his cargos and cupped his sac, gently squeezing and rolling the twin orbs contained within. Orion allowed her to explore while he twitched and tensed beneath her hand.
As she leaned forward one big hand gently stroked the crown of her head, communicating his affection. His love. She pursed her mouth and set it atop his cock, pressing down lightly, allowing the slick tip to push by tiny increments past her lips before opening wide and engulfing him. He groaned so loudly there was a shower of paper dropping around her as Nonnie startled from the desk. Adara giggled and Orion gripped her head with both hands, muttering against the sensation.
“Suck me, my sweet. Gods, you please me.”
Raising her head, she allowed him to slip free, lashing that sensitive notch with her tongue as she did so. “Do I please you more than your other women?”
Chest heaving, obviously requiring release, Orion ran a finger down her nose to rest it directly above her mouth. “Ah, Adara. I won’t say our subs meant nothing to us because we would never disrespect them in that manner. But believe me when I tell you I only hope they didn’t feel misused, because they didn’t receive what we give you.”
Gods. Her heart swelled until she could hardly swallow, and she dropped her head to rest on his thigh and hide the onslaught of tears. So godsdamned emotional. Orion petted her and kept silent. She tasted the words. I love you. She said them quietly just as Kellis burst into the study, muffling her voice.
“She’s on her knees on sandstone!” He scooped her up
to sit her on the desk, fortunately free of paper thanks to the grimalkin. He crouched and inspected her knees, pulling off his neckpiece to shake the sand from it before dabbing at the faint impressions.
“Your timing sucks, brother.” Orion’s tone was rueful.
“You wanted to be sucked, you mean.” Kellis pressed a kiss on both of her knees.
“That and Adara was sharing with me, something important.”
“I’m fine, Kellis, really.” She couldn’t say it again so quickly. Coward.
Dragging a cushion from one of the chairs, he dropped it at Orion’s feet but instead of placing her on it, he lay down, head and shoulders propped on the commodious seat. Orion chuckled, pumping his cock as he did so and motioned to her.
“Hop down, my sweet, and put your knees beside my dear brother’s ears.”
That would put her pussy right over his…Adara drew in a breath to quell her arousal. They were obsessed. But then so was she and she really wanted to get back to Orion’s cock. After all, she never left a job unfinished.
Straddling Kellis’s face, she wasn’t prepared when he seized her hips and situated her firmly over his waiting mouth. The plunge of his tongue up into her sheath forced a whimper past her lips. So good. Orion fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her to where his cock pulsed in anticipation.
She balanced precariously over Kellis as she took Orion inside her mouth and then gave up the battle to situate her body. Kellis held her where he wanted her and Orion controlled her mouth. She mirrored each move that clever tongue in her pussy made, working hers over every inch of Orion’s silky hardness, able to pull away enough to suckle the pre-cum from his slit before he pushed her lower and flirted with her palate. It was hard to concentrate as Kellis tormented her clit, nibbling and sucking it in turn. Her orgasm built deep in her belly and spiraled along her thighs to center at her apex, and she flexed her hips helplessly. Kellis relented and pinched her button between his teeth.
Adara forgot she had a big cock buried deep in her throat as she came all over Kellis’s face, involuntarily gasping when he drank from her—his lips sucked her sheath’s juices so powerfully it clenched and she came again. Orion held hard against the back of her throat as he erupted in her mouth, the salty taste mingling with his own unique scent. She couldn’t swallow it all and it ran in rivulets from the corners of her mouth to anoint her shoulders and breasts.
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