Caressing the length of her thighs, Zol encouraged her to wind her legs around his lean-mean hips. Kandace vise-gripped him, and felt the heavy weight of his cock press against her mound.
She undulated, her pussy curls teasing his shaft. “Oh, yes. Make me your wanton.”
Blue fire leaped in the obsidian depth of his eyes.
Kandace shivered with his primal fierceness.
Their gazes remained fused as he smoothed his hands over her arms, then sensually stroked her palms several times. With elegant power, he arched above her and leaned on his fists.
Desperate for his cock, Kandace looped her arms around his neck, and tightened her legs. Zol lunged inside her, the pace of his thrusts furious. His gliding rhythm also rocked her, and rocked her world.
Wow-pow, she thought before all thought was driven from her head.
“Zol.” Kandace tossed her head back, feeling the pillow Zin placed beneath her head.
As she soared, torrid with pleasure, Kandace felt her sex bloom open for him. She marveled at the sensation, while Zin’s fingers threaded into her hair, the tenderest of caresses.
When Zol’s forceful strikes turned her sheath into shards of rapture, Kandace moaned, long and loud. Clenching her eyelids, she gasped out, “Now, that’s tectonic fury.”
“Kandy.”
Zol’s rough growl of her nickname effervesced her flesh. And, for the longest time, his cock was a savage rut inside her passage.
She clung to him as their unleashed passion kept them both a prisoner. Yet never had she felt so wild and free.
As Zol continued to ravish her senseless with his smooth pounding thrusts, a painful pleasure seized her mound, spreading upward.
Kandace trembled with the beginning of her full orgasm.
“Oooh, I’m going to melt into a bliss puddle,” she cried out, yet so soft she wondered if her words registered with either of her hellhounds.
“Melt, Kandy love,” Zin whispered near her ear, his tone absolute smoke, his breath hot on her cheek.
Zol’s pillaging lunges flew her over the cliff. Her clit spasmed, and she surrendered to her climax.
Her head flung back and forth of its own volition. “Zol.”
Zin fisted a swathe of her hair, and Kandace felt the sensually delectable pull as she floated inside paradise.
Like a conqueror who adored her, Zol speared his cock to her feminine core. He spilled his volcanic cum, and the force of his thrust caused him to strain above her.
Kandace felt like gossamer, as if she dissolved around his shaft. Only when Zol finally embraced her did she become aware of herself as flesh. For long moments, he crushed her beneath his weight. Kandace smiled, savoring the sexy entrapment.
Once their breathing eased, Kandace sought his mouth with hers. She sealed their lips, kissing him with the enthusiasm of a woman in love.
In love.
Bang right between her eyes! She knew.
Yes, she was in love with Zol. With Zin. With both of her heroic handsome hellhounds.
Attacked by a sudden case of shyness, Kandace didn’t say it—ridiculous as it was, given their triad bond. Still, her vocal chords didn’t cooperate. Even though Zol now cherished her mouth with tender nuzzling presses.
Instead, she panted out, “Zapped by your hellhound lust.”
“Zapped, darling, yes. And no magick involved.”
Zol touched his lips, his warm masculine mouth to hers, and Kandace sighed with a woman’s appreciation.
“Only the magic of passion,” she whispered.
Easing his weight from her, Zol withdrew his shaft ultra gently. His volatile gaze remained on her face, stunning Kandace with the passionate adoration she witnessed. For her. Only for her.
Yet…then, she realized, because of their triad connection.
Love as she felt it for them—this reckless sweet longing, this wild fierce beat of her heart—didn’t exist within them.
Could not exist. Would never exist.
Zol and Zin were Hades-created creatures. Human, yes, in part. However, not.
Clueless about what to feel…what not to feel, Kandace blinked.
Lost. I’m lost.
Positioning himself beside her, Zol slipped his fingertips down her arm in a caress.
“Darling.” Zin let go of her hair, clasping her hand within his.
“You know that I know,” Kandace murmured, her heart thumping against her chest.
“Yes,” they chorused, their tone tenderness itself.
Kandace swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to do.”
Zol palmed her upper arm, and stroked in the way that deliciously shivered her. “Would you be happier without us?”
That was the ultimate question, wasn’t it? If she could get past her emotional abyss and bottom-line it.
Kandace blinked madly, astonished tears didn’t spring to her eyes. Maybe she remained immune because pleasure still swamped her.
Afterglow. Nothing like afterglow with Zol and Zin. The thought interjected itself. Oh, Great Goddess, help me. Never mind it was true.
Besides, sandwiched between Zin and Zol…Goddess, what a sextacular dream come true. Even if she’d never realized the dream existed within her before.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Desperately, Kandace clutched at straws tossed by gale force winds. Anything to mentally grab onto in this dark bottomless pit she found herself in, the one she sank into…sinking down, down.
“Your protection is our first priority, darling.” Zin squeezed her hand gently.
“Yes, we could do nothing else but protect you.” Zol paused. “However, sweet Kandy, consider us carnally selfish hellbeasts.”
His sensual caress of her shoulder only made Kandace more aware she loved them. Zol and Zin, she loved them. That would never change.
“Selfish hellbeasts,” she uttered, as pain stomped her heart to a bloody pulp.
“Guilty, we are selfish,” they crooned together. “Your dainty beauty bewitched us completely.”
What the freaking hell did she say to that?
Zin and Zol were hellhounds who wanted their one witch. And, they’d chosen her.
To expect them to go against their basic natures…well, big crap-tacular hell. Kandace sniffed, her emotions surfacing above her fog-like shock.
Zin lifted her hand and pressed his lips on top—a gallant caring kiss that spoke volumes about his total devotion, about his supernatural passion for her. “Kandy love.”
“Love,” she choked past her constricted throat.
Chapter Forty-Four:
Girlish Dreams Die Hard
Zin would have fought off any gargantuan monster to protect his Kandy Apple. Yet he remained helpless in the face of her terrible distress.
He smelled her tears before he observed them slipping down her cheeks. He also scented her mate’s attachment to them. Because of that, he wasn’t immediately concerned their one witch would leave, causing their likely demise.
He and Zol synced their gazes, communing. They had planned on explaining their inability to fall in love. What they hadn’t planned on was the swiftness of their witch’s human feeling for them.
We must woo her heart and please her passionate nature, they mind-decided. Methodically, they searched their memory for the most superior approach.
“Oh, Zol, Zin,” she wailed, then choked a bit. “Abyss.” She swallowed her tears and glanced at them both. “It’s like I’m falling…”
“No,” Zin interrupted, “you’re not falling. I’m holding your hand, my darling.”
He nuzzled her palm, hoping to soothe her. Delighting in her fragrance, he kissed the center of her hand, what he and Zol called the sweet spot. The sensations zinged to a woman’s heart and the heart of her sexuality.
“Ohhhh,” she cried out, both in anguish and in desire. “I’ve never wanted a man…or men, more than I want you, you two.”
She trembled and hiccuped, her gorgeous indigo eyes g
listening with still unshed tears.
Zol used the corner of the sheet to dab away the wetness on her cheeks. “Kandy sweetness, we are your hellhounds.”
She sniffled for moments, her forlorn gaze moving between them. “Maybe I should cast a spell, a love spell.”
He and Zol whipped their gazes to each other, bewildered. That is, until they realized their Kandy Apple would have no knowledge her magick could not affect them in that way.
“You know like the Heart song,” she continued. “I cast my spell of love on you.” Again, she swivelled her gaze between them. “It’s playing in my head.”
Zin touched his lips to her palm’s Venus mound, and kissed. “A love spell, darling, would be a waste of your precious energy.”
“Why?”
Her plaintive tone razored through him and Zol. For seconds, they locked gazes, absolutely paralyzed.
“We are immune. However, we would be honored if you cast a love spell on us.” Zol tenderly thumbed more of her tears away.
“We already belong to you, darling Kandy. Our hearts as well.” Zin circled his thumbpad on her little palm.
“Hearts,” she softly wailed. “Oh, crapping hell, I’ve never known any man as kind and caring as you two are…as you’ve been.”
“Your happiness with us is our most cherished goal,” he and Zol rasped together.
“Goddess.” The word spilled from her, straight from her soul. Gripping his hand, she held on as if she was about to fall into her abyss.
Zol smoothed strands of her hair from her face. “Darling, have you ever felt more understood?”
“Have you ever felt more accepted, and more able to be your beautiful witchy self?” Zin rested his other hand on her belly, and lightly stroked.
“Girlish dreams die hard,” she muttered long moments later.
After swallowing her tears, she placed her hand on top of his. Zin joyously, but silently howled over the sign of affection.
“Ya know…I mean, as girls growing up, it was falling in love and the fairytale wedding. And…okay, yeah, you start to wise up. Still, that feeling of being in love is real. The starry eyes. The pounding heart. Walking on clouds.”
Their witch sighed with her pain. “Oh, well, maybe it’s just attachment hormones, or what they call infatuation.” She paused, swallowing hard. “And falling in love doesn’t guarantee a relationship will last, these days. That’s all too evident with the high divorce rate.”
“Hellhounds never divorce,” Zol intoned seriously.
A mini giggle escaped her, followed by a small choke as she gulped the last of her tears. Smiling wanly, she gazed at them in turn.
“Damn, like the Tina Turner song says, ‘what’s love got to do with it?’ I want my hellhounds.”
Letting go of his hand, she lifted her other hand, and palmed their faces. In a caress, she brushed her fingertips along their jaws.
“Kandy love,” he and Zol crooned.
Zin circled his hand on her belly, while Zol palmed her delicate shoulder, stroking. Their shared elation might as well have resulted from their witch’s cast spell.
With a fragile yet sassy grin, she gazed at them, then stroked their faces. Zin knew it was an expression of her love.
The diamond-bright sparkles in the depths of her eyes captured him, and Zin immersed himself.
“So, which one of you is going to lick me first?”
She swayed like an adorable siren, her hips tantalizing them.
“Kandy.” Zin leaned over her, his face above hers. “I want to lick away your sadness.”
Without waiting for her answer, he combed his fingers into his witch’s electric-silky tresses, then lowered his head. Zin traced the track of her tears with the tip of his tongue.
He tasted her raw emotion within her delectable essences. “Precious witch.”
She offered her face to him, his Kandy Apple, while her small hands kneaded his shoulders. The desire of his mate for him blasted up his cock.
Keeping his need leashed and his shaft from pressing against her yet, Zin gradually licked away each track. The feel of her satiny skin, the delicate contours of her features, sang his blood to flame.
“Ooooh, that tingles my inner thighs,” she breathy whispered, once he raised himself, and they merged their gazes. “You’re charging up my voltage meter.”
Tickled, Zin almost barked a laugh at her use of voltage meter. But his own carnal meter shot to red-lava hot.
He swept his hand down her side, and growled as he stroked his petite Kandy Apple. The loveliness of her shape ignited his loins to a vicious heat, and his flesh pillar landed heavily on her thigh.
“Zin.” She shut her eyes, and moaned.
Slipping her hand between them, she gently stroked the blazing furnace that was his cock. Zin’s muscles turned rigid as she swirled her hand over him, her touch the softest of seductions.
“Ooooh, ready to launch. My own personal sex missile,” his mate crooned like a passionately abandoned nymph.
Her hand alighted on his cock’s head, gentle as a dove. When she rubbed his crown, and hummed with her enjoyment, Zin panted in loud bursts.
Gratitude steam-rolled through him, and he pushed himself higher. With a thrust of his hips, he offered himself.
Her little fingers tightened, then slipped over his entire length. She stroked him with such grace, Zin knew he would beg like a pup if she stopped.
Instead, his mate took her time, indulging in the feel of his shaft. Zin harshly groaned.
Immobile from the pleasure fire-blasting through him, he moved in the only way he could. He rocked his so named sex missile to her dainty hand.
“Holy smoking hot,” she murmured, when a rapturous scorch seized his cock.
Zin jerked himself from her, and growled. He wanted more than an eruption of his liquid force.
He and Zol automatically connected. Their gazes sparked as they tuned into the erotic wish of their darling witch.
“Hellhound fireworks,” she murmured, her tiny nails digging into his arm.
“Fireworks. Yes, love.” Zol moved, positioning himself above her head. His brother devoured their Kandy’s impassioned beauty with his gaze.
Zin grunted, propping himself beside her. His savage need to mount her made him feel boiled alive.
As their gazes blazed into one other, he witnessed her supernatural glow for him, only for him. Riveted, he didn’t move.
“Zin, please.” His Kandy Apple wildly swept her hands over his chest. “You two make me so sex-insane.”
“Missile launch,” Zol rasped.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
Raising onto his knees, Zin ordered, “Give Zol your feet, darling.”
With a whimper, she curled her delicate gorgeous body so his brother could grasp her ankles. “Give me your wrists,” Zol commanded next.
Their Kandy Apple mewed tiny cries of passion as she obeyed. Zin moved within striking distance, his cock straight as a javelin.
He watched Zol manacle Kandy’s wrists and ankles, then trap them inside his hands. He spread her wide, fully displaying the beauty of her carnal altar.
Zin stared at her lush red folds like the rutting hound he was—as he knew Zol did. Primitively drooling, he also dined on her strawberry-plump nipples with his gaze. “Kandy darling.”
“Goddess.” She panted, fragile as a sylph. “I’ve never felt this hot, this erotic…this exposed.”
Her sheath’s opening convulsed, a sight that caused Zin’s cock to twitch hard, then aim like a spear again. With his nose reveling in her rich female spiciness, he lowered his head.
“Zin!” She tensed, trying to arch herself to him.
Nuzzling her mating wetness, he felt the spasm of her red pearl. With the flat of his tongue, he licked the edge of her sodden curls, first one side, then the other.
She keened a sound of both desperation and bliss. Knowing it served them in a superior way now, Zin didn’t yield to their triad magick.
Instead, he succumbed to the natural sorcery of their eroticism together. Gripping her pleasure pearl with his teeth, he nipped, and when she cried out, he yanked.
Her rapturous scream exploded inside him. Overcome with the pleasure assaulting his witch, Zin buried his nose in her plump folds.
His tongue dived through her feminine portal. The flavor of her wildfire need coated his tongue and torched his balls.
When her silken sheath clenched, his brute strength took over, and he reared upward. Zin claimed the sweet curve of her thighs with his hands. All the while, her misty indigo eyes flared inside him.
“Missile,” she breathlessly forced out.
Lust clamped his ass like heavy jaws, then vised the entirety of his loins. As his heavy cock propelled itself against the opening of her sheath, Zin heard his brother’s guttural growl.
“Goddess, yes!” she cried out. “Zin.”
Furious with the need to mount his Kandy Apple, Zin pushed inside her like a determined demon. Her sheath welcomed him, a slick hot glove of torment and ecstasy.
Mindless, Zin plunged. Quickly, his fucking rhythm turned as primal as his beast nature.
Chapter Forty-Five:
How About Appassionato Magnifique
Zol earth-quaked inside with the power of his pleasure. Triad, he mind-howled, and shut his eyes.
Even though they did not intentionally activate their force now, a supernatural conduit existed between them. Opening his eyes, Zol gazed at his Kandy’s enraptured face.
His precious witch bound him the same way he kept her wrists and ankles captured. He drank her in with his gaze, beast savage for her. And yet, his esthetic senses were bewitched, as well.
Carnal and sacred, he smoldered with both. Gods, he wanted to paint her nude, lying on the rumpled silk sheets that now framed her.
Zol growled silently.
He watched Zin pummel his cock between their mate’s blood-red ruby folds. Her little sheath accommodated him enough now, and Zin struck to the hilt with each thrust.
Zol dined on her wildly aroused beauty.
The fragile swells of her breasts quivered each time Zin lunged. Her rosy pink nipples, brazen against the pearl coloring of her skin, tormented his cock.
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