“Holy mother—”
“Son of a—”
Her mouth stretching wide, she screamed around the double bulk in her mouth when they reached down simultaneously, Falcon to her frontside, John to her back. Salena feasted on their mixed flavors, struggling to hold still for their talented hands. Falcon’s fingers found her swollen pebble. He alternated rubbing it with penetrating her pussy so that she almost saw the edges of release. Sticky juice dripped from her cunt. She could smell her wild arousal even over that of these two irresistible men.
John found her soaking-wet pool, coated his finger and dragged it up to twirl it around her tight asshole. Falcon had already shown her the delights of this forbidden taboo. And since they already had her in a wild frenzy of need, she had to have it again.
Removing her mouth from the cocks, she thrust her rear back and screamed “Yes!” when he sank his finger into her ass at the same time Falcon invaded her pussy with two fingers.
“Ah, she is ready,” John said huskily.
“Aye, I agree.” Falcon shifted, pressing a hand down on the bearskin until he lay on his back. To Salena, he looked up at her and nearly barked, “Straddle me.”
The sudden removal of all those digits from her holes gave her a brief moment of disappointment—until she saw Falcon’s manhood pressed against his belly, just waiting for her to mount him.
“But what about John and the…”
“You will see, Salena. We will pleasure you at the same time. And it will be a phenomenal experience for you.”
She swallowed audibly, swinging her knee over his waist until she was perched over him, his cock barely brushing her cunt. Salena planted her hands on his hard chest looking down into his face, rigid now with painful restraint.
“Yes, there you go.” Falcon spread his legs, and she watched with confusion and a sense of excitement when John went behind her and settled between Falcon’s thighs.
“But first, I must heal your tender flesh. In such a short time, you’ve already experienced quite a bit of activity,” John rasped in her ear. His hands massaged her shoulders, her spine. Shivers of relaxation combined with sexual tension slammed through her blood. Honey dribbled onto Falcon’s cock.
“Heal me? How?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Suddenly, she remembered mention of his healing touch. Her eyes snapped back and grazed over the length of Falcon’s forehead and cheek where only hours ago, a deep gash had been. Now, his face was flawless, not a scar upon its beautiful planes and angles. John had repaired that jagged, raw flesh, just as he would make the escalating tenderness between her legs go away.
John’s big hands skimmed down over her ass. He cupped each globe, massaging as he went. Taking one cheek of her buttocks, he lifted and separated it from the other. The move made warm air swish over the smeared wetness of her crotch. He caressed and moved ever lower, avoiding her anus until he reached her mons. It made her fall forward onto her hands so that she was poised over Falcon in doggy fashion. Cupping the whole of her womanly flesh, John rubbed hard and long. The strangeness of the sensations that bombarded her made her gasp and she held in a breath. Salena closed her eyes, taking in the ice-cold numbness as he continued to rub her. She sighed as it soothed, doing her best to hold herself up against the relaxation that bathed her.
Falcon stroked up and down her arms, and when she forced her eyelids open, she looked down to see him staring up at her with an affectionate, almost loving expression.
“Hold still, love, and just let it soak in. Soon, it will be warm and cold all at once. But you will no longer be sore and inflamed there. You will be able to take us both in, and John will heal you as needed afterwards.”
Take them both in? The phrase alone almost made her come. The images it dredged up in her mind made her pant out her impatience. Her pussy did, indeed, begin to warm while at the same time still remaining cool. The tenderness was now completely gone. And in its place came an urge to be torn into.
“Now.” She turned her head back and forth, looking first at Falcon then at John over her shoulder and back again. “Whatever you plan to do to me, please, I beg of you, do it now. I burn for it. I must have you both before I explode!”
John chuckled softly. “Falcon, what a lucky man you are.”
“Aye,” he agreed, reaching up to hold her face in his hands. He pulled her down for a kiss at the same moment John gently pressed her forward. Holding her hips, John guided her over Falcon so that the tip of Falcon’s cock barely speared her tingling mons. She arched her head down and took Falcon’s mouth with hers. It was a different kind of kiss, one of long-lived passion and some indefinable fondness. Their tongues mated and she tasted of the remnants of her own cream.
She sighed when John’s hands spanned her ass and spread her apart. He reached between her legs and gripped Falcon’s hard cock, moving it around in small circles so that the tip became coated by her juices. With his other hand, he reached up and gripped one of her shoulders and pulled down, spearing her onto Falcon’s shaft.
Her head came up. “Oh!” she screamed, suddenly filled by him, knowing another man watched the penetration, even participated in the act. She had to still herself to combat the premature orgasm. No, she wanted to draw it out, to make this fantasy last as long as possible. She tried desperately to think of something else, anything but the carnal craze that seized her.
As if that weren’t enough mind-blowing stimuli to endure, John spread her ass again. She nearly leapt to the cave’s ceiling when she felt the unmistakable, silky wetness of his tongue exploring her anus, darting in and out, swirling around the sensitive hole. It made her groin and ass muscles clench and then relax in spasm-like motions. Her entire body quivered with an agonizing thirst for more, yet she did not think she could take the titillation of it another moment longer.
“Oh, Falcon…” She tried desperately to keep her gaze on his. Perspiration beaded his forehead. His eyes were glazed with rigid restraint. But he couldn’t possibly be feeling the depth of lust she was. “I-I can’t bear this. It is too…too wicked!”
“You just wait. The best is yet to come, my love.” He pulled her down and lifted one of her breasts, closing his mouth over the tight pebble. Sweet heat curled down and met with John’s swirling tongue. It slithered around to tease her pussy where Falcon’s cock remained motionless but buried to the very hilt.
She never once imagined there could be such fervent mania involved in that overlooked hole of her body. The level of heat rose with the slickness John added there. It made her finally relax and push against the tongue. She hungered for it to spear her deeper, hotter. As if he sensed her need, he slowly slipped a finger into her anus. His tongue continued to play around the stretched flesh emphasizing the extent of the hidden nerves there. Falcon moved, slowly rocking his pelvis up against her. They weren’t the long, deep and forceful strokes of usual. He took care, respectful of what went on on the other side. And by his next words, apparently knowledgeable of what would come next.
“Now relax your ass muscles, darling. Do not tighten up,” Falcon advised, his voice husky and panting.
Before she could ascertain exactly why he suggested it, the finger slipped from inside her. Disappointment washed through her and along with it the reaches of relief vanished. But the frustration was short-lived. She looked down to see John’s large hands planted next to Falcon’s elbows where he rested them as he reached up to span her ribs. Heat and smooth, rippled flesh covered her naked back. One hand moved out of view and she stiffened with pleasure when she felt the tip of John’s cock touch her anus.
“Relax, Serena,” John whispered in her ear. “You’re very ready. You’ve been moistened, your muscles are accepting of the invasion to come.”
“Invasion?” she whimpered.
“Blissful invasion,” Falcon corrected, and he reached up and hooked a hand around her neck. “Do it, John,” he ordered, and slammed her mouth into his.
She almost bit his tongue when John p
ushed an inch of his shaft into her ass. The first reaction was to indeed tighten up and ward off the invasion.
John stilled his movements, his hot breath ragged in her ear. “Relax, beautiful. I guarantee you will love it. You will have the most intense, lengthy orgasm yet.”
Falcon held her mouth against his, rocking his hips up and down so that she could now feel the delicious ache of pre-orgasm reaching out to her. Her clit rubbed hard and rhythmic against his lower abdomen. She inhaled taking in the potent mixed fragrance of pussy juice, male pre-cum, perspiration and the musky faint new scent that came from John’s breath after that trio kiss they’d all shared. It made her growl against Falcon’s mouth, and she planted her hands down next to his shoulders to gain better leverage.
Concentrating on relaxing her muscles, she tore her mouth from Falcon’s and said on a pant, “Yes… Give it to me, John. I-I’m ready. Gently, give it to me gently.”
Both men moaned their excitement. She pushed downward, relaxing her anus further. And John entered her, inch by inch, with one long, firm stroke. Salena screamed, utterly astounded by the instant bliss of it.
“Oh. My. God.” She rocked against Falcon. He rocked back. John followed suit until the three of them had a mind-shattering rhythm going. In and out they went in sync together. They withdrew in unison causing her to yearn for more. They sank their cocks deep inside her at the same time, filling her so completely she clawed at the bearskin fighting for more.
“Salena…” Falcon whispered, dragging her mouth back to his. She devoured his mouth, longing for that one last hole to be filled.
“Ah, you’re so tight,” John said through clenched teeth. “I’m—I’m going to come very soon…”
“Mm, mm, mm,” was all she could get out. She didn’t want to abandon the long tongue that fucked her mouth. Her body was alive and tingled over every inch of her flesh, every layer of her skin. She likened the sensation of having every cavern filled to finally coming home after not realizing she was lost. Flames of lusty fire ignited in every bone, every muscle of her body. She couldn’t get enough. She moved frantically, bucking up and down between the two hard bodies, desperate to be filled deeper.
Falcon’s hands were all over her, wherever he could find room to caress her. John’s lips grazed over the nape of her neck. He suckled there, sending renewed ripples of lava to her pussy and ass. She dwelled in absolute heavenly bliss, couldn’t get her legs and rear spread wide enough.
But the sweet frustration finally reached its peak of satisfaction.
“Oh, God, Falcon,” she whimpered against his mouth. His eyes opened slow and languid and she would never forget the glazed look of passion there. “I’m about to feel that feeling again, only…”
“It’s coming in your ass, too?”
“Yes, it’s—oh, ah! Bloody hell!” Her moans echoed against the rocky walls. Firelight danced over three twined bodies, but deep blue sparks burst before her vision making the light seem so much colder than what Salena felt. Shortly after the long male groans of release filled her ears, hot stickiness coated her womb and deep inside her anus. The sparks went on and on, centered in her entire pelvic region, bursting through her veins. She clutched Falcon’s shoulders drawing out the final flickers of unbelievable lust and pleasure. Hips moved against hips, hands skimmed over limbs clutching soft flesh, hard bodies.
And finally, it was over.
Salena lay spent across Falcon’s chest. Perspiration slicked their naked bodies. John held himself up so as not to impose his weight upon her. Gradually, he slipped from inside her and she felt an emptiness coupled with a cool whoosh of air across her damp back. His hand slid down and massaged her tender anus. Again, cool-hot warmth permeated her flesh. She sighed, grateful for the relief, for she knew had he not imparted his healing touch to that area, it might have been very possible she would have been unable to walk on the morrow.
“Thank you, Salena,” she heard him whisper.
Gradually, his hand glided up toward her tailbone and away from her ass. She lay there inhaling Falcon’s manly scent, soaking in his warmth, listening to his steady heartbeat and slowing respirations. His hands lazily grazed her back. It sent pinpricks of relaxation down her spine, up into her scalp. Drowsy, she listened for John to shift and settle at her side. But all she heard was the crackle of the fire and an occasional murmur from Falcon’s band of men outside the cave.
“John?” She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder just in time to see his body glow with intense energy then flicker into nothingness.
* * * * *
Falcon looked up at the breathtaking sight she made. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she’d tazired him into stunned speechlessness. What she’d just allowed to happen had been the most phenomenal, power-gathering intromosis he’d ever experienced in his entire existence. He felt energized enough to last him an eternity. Immortal forces burst through his body even now, a full minute or two following the mergent coupling.
“What troubles you?”
“John, where has he gone?”
“He has returned to his own space. The intromosis process is complete for now. Thanks to you,” he said, smiling softly at her, “we have both been gifted with energy needed to perform our talents.”
“Intromosis…” she rolled the word around on her tongue.
He studied her as understanding lit upon her expression. The reaction of his body as he inhaled her rose-tinted scent, combined with all the aromas of a glorified bout of lovemaking, simply stunned him. He wanted her again! His hand rose and he combed his fingers through her long sable tresses. The strands glittered by the light of the fire. She cuddled against his hand and he could swear he heard her purr like a feline. Her bright cat eyes appeared pale and crystal-like in the cave’s ambient light.
The analogy made him stiffen in surprise. The eyes…they were exactly the shade and shape of that melded into Lorcan’s Centaurus medallion.
Dizziness washed through him as he continued to stare at the lovely pools. You must know I’ve seen into the future, I’ve seen her as your intended. Lorcan’s voice echoed in his head. And suspicions reverberated with it.
Lorcan help me, but I just might understand a piece of your puzzle. I’m in love with her! And it feels nothing like that with Marion had, nothing like ever before…
The realization made everything come together. This was the first time he’d ever really loved someone. She would be his by fate yet he still did not know how to solve the problem of her mortality. Gods of our right, I cannot take another loss of a loved one! His immortal heart just could not survive watching this woman die and being forced to move on into eternity without her. He could not watch her die—ever. Tomorrow, decades from now, it did not matter when. It was the one thing he was certain that could kill his immortal supremacy. He would do all in his power to sustain her and to continue to solve Lorcan’s riddle of how she could be his intended yet still be mortal.
And he would start with her brother. He raked both hands through her hair, marveling at the long length of the strands as he continued to ponder his next plan. She sighed and collapsed onto his chest. Her soft breasts pressed against his torso and something about the tender moment further sealed his love for her.
It sealed, too, his resolve to make her love him back.
He must return to Wyngate Hall and confiscate that letter. Falcon thought he knew where the key was hidden, thanks to his cunning spy skills the night he’d overheard her murder being plotted. He’d attempted to tap into the thoughts of both men in the room but he had failed. That skill was selective and seemed to be proximal-related as well. But if he could return to the manor’s library and locate the letter, it might be enough proof to talk her into staying with him. He wanted her willingly at his side. Sure, he’d gotten her addicted to sex, but he knew by her intermittent thoughts that she still planned and plotted an escape.
Something odd and painful twisted in his gut. She wanted to return so she coul
d marry the duke, that he was aware of.
“Salena.” His hands gripped her arms until she rose up to stare into his eyes. His universe tumbled and imploded, for he saw the beauty there marred by wariness.
“I must leave you for the night.”
“Aye,” she said on a wistful sigh and laid her cheek upon his chest again. “I know. The thieves’ raid.”
“Nay, I’ve another task to complete. I shan’t return until this time on the morrow.”
She slid over and snuggled at his side. Her bright blue gaze followed the swirl of her finger over one of his nipples. It made him suck in a breath and snatch her hand up.
“Are you listening to me?”
She nodded, her eyes finally rising to snare him with a glittering look. “How can I not? You speak of abandoning me here with your men, all of which are but strangers to me. And then there’s your lover, Grizella…”
“‘Tis only for a day’s time. And she is no longer my lover.”
Salena snorted and turned her bare back to him. She reached down and dragged the extra bearskin up and covered herself with it. “That is not what I see in her eyes.”
Her voice came out muffled against the rock wall. He heard the tone of jealousy and it gave him hope. His first instinct was to tap into her thoughts, but no. He loved this woman. He longed to one day hear her profess her love for him. Therefore, he would give Salene her own thoughts. Somehow, that monumental event seemed much more appealing coming from her mouth voluntarily rather than by unfair thought invasion.
“She has been ordered to stay clear of you. You do the same with her. Besides, she is aware the relationship we had was not serious. She will get over it and you will both be friends before you know it. It is Grizella’s way to be protective of all of my men when a new person joins our ranks.”
“Is that what I’ve done?” She turned only her head and shot him a smoldering look over that elegant shoulder. Her tone reached an unmistakable high note that indicated coming ire. “Joined your ranks?”
He sighed. “That you have.”
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