Xanthe's Choice [Grey River 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Maia Dylan

  Dane’s eyes widened. “I was thinking that exact same thought. Xanthe made me come so damn hard I saw stars.”

  “Well, Hunter made me see the whole damn galaxy,” Xanthe said as she leaned back against him, and the little minx rubbed her delectable butt against his rapidly swelling cock. “And I can’t wait to watch him show you the same thing.”

  Their Xanthe apparently liked to watch as much as he did. He made a mental note to tie her to that wing-backed chair in the very near future and make her come just from watching him and Dane pleasure each other.

  Dane grinned, and he sat up to stare down at Xanthe and him lying there. Hunter’s grin slipped away, and his face became serious. When he reached out for Dane down their link, he caught a huge swell of emotion but had a hard time putting a label on it.

  “What is it, D?” he asked gently. He didn’t doubt that Dane and he had finally cleared the invisible hurdle that had kept them apart and that they were going to live and love as true bonded mates from this day forward. But there was something going on with him, and Hunter was determined to hear before they went any further. Tonight was the first night of their triad coming together as unit, and he wanted to make sure the slate was clean before they took that first step.

  “It’s just seeing the two of you together and knowing that you both belong to me, and that I belong to the two of you, it’s almost overwhelming.” Dane winced and looked away for a moment, and Hunter knew that he was searching for words. “All my life I have wanted to be a part of something more than what I was alone. You know what I mean?” Both he and Xanthe must have sensed that Dane had more to say as they both only nodded in answer.

  “When the mating bond fell into place between you and me, Hunter, it confused the hell out of me, but at the same time it made perfect sense. Then we spent almost fifteen years ignoring it and only using it when we needed help to save our lives or the lives of our friends. I never realized how much I was hurting myself by not acknowledging it.”

  “Then we met you, Xanthe.” Dane’s gaze softened on their mate. “You, who are everything good and perfect in this world. You gave me—no, you gave us the strength to understand and accept what we knew but were afraid to even acknowledge. I will be eternally grateful to you for that, but more than that, I will love you for as long as you will let me.” Dane looked at both of them, and Hunter felt a lump form in his throat at the moisture gathering in Dane’s eyes. “I will love you both, for as long as there is breath in my body.”

  Dane hardly ever cried. Hunter had only seen the big man shed a tear once in his life and that was the night his parents were killed. Yet now here he was, giving him and Xanthe a gift so great it was humbling. “Dane.” Hunter sat up and, leaning over Xanthe’s hip, brought his hands up to grasp Dane’s face between them and brought him gently forward for a kiss. “I love you too, and there will only ever be you and Xanthe in my heart.” Hunter grinned, and his gaze turned wicked. “And it will sure as shit only be the two of you in my bed!”

  Dane laughed, but it was short lived because Hunter swooped in and took his mouth. Hunter loved the difference between the soft, giving, and submissive kisses of his female mate and the fight for dominance Dane gave him. He loved that he had to convince Dane to submit even in the slightest way, and Hunter’s new mission in life was to convince him at every possible opportunity.

  Hunter bit gently into the fleshy part of Dane’s lower lip, and Dane gave over a little. Hunter’s heart soared. Dane moaned as he ceded control of the kiss to him, and Hunter pulled back with a growl. They were both breathing heavily, and Hunter could see the pulse jumping in Dane’s neck. Hunter couldn’t wait to put his claiming bite just above it.

  “Oh. My. God.” Xanthe’s breathy voice came from beside them, and he and Dane turned to look at her in perfect unison, both of them growling low in their throats at what they saw. Surprisingly, she had wriggled further up the bed so that she could put her back against the headboard. Hunter hadn’t sensed or felt a thing he had been so lost in Dane.

  But what had his cock thickening even more than it had been just moments before was that her left hand was plucking steadily at the nipple of her left breast, the lines of her intricate tattoo moving and flexing with her hand. And her right hand. Oh, God, her right hand was currently down between her bent splayed legs, alternating between rubbing her little swollen clit and sliding up between her folds. When she would bring her fingers out, they glistened with her cream, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air in the room and drove him crazy. “Fuck, Dane!” Hunter groaned and started prowling up the bed toward her. He put as much lion in his voice as he dared. He wanted to heighten her arousal, but not frighten her, after all. “It looks like our mate has more than a little voyeur in her.” Hunter reached forward and plucked her hand from between her legs, and then, never taking his eyes from her, he lifted it to his mouth. She moaned at the first swipe of his tongue, and as her flavor burst on his tongue, Hunter groaned just as loudly. Damn, she was delicious.

  Dane lay down beside her on the left and nudged his head up under her arm, pushing it away from her breast, which he palmed and pumped before holding her steady for his mouth. Between the two of them, they had Xanthe writhing with ecstasy in moments, and Hunter knew he had to act quickly before he lost control of the moment, and right now, he was having way too much fun for that to happen.

  “Dane, move to stand beside the bed and tug Xanthe over so that her ass is hanging off the edge on her back,” Dane looked up at him with a grin and flashing eyes. Then he leapt up and moved to get into the position Hunter had described. Once the two of them were ready, Hunter moved to stand beside them. “This is where I get to claim you in the most intimate of ways.” Hunter grinned as Dane inhaled quickly, his nostrils flaring. “And you get to claim our beautiful Xanthe.”

  Dane took that as a go signal and lifted Xanthe’s legs so that her feet rested on his shoulders, then he plunged in balls deep with one fierce thrust. “Oh fuck! Damn, Xanthe, you are so fucking tight.” Dane moaned as he started to move within her, moving in a steady rhythm, and adding a twist at the end which, judging by the arch of her back, hit Xanthe’s sweet spot each time.

  Hunter stood there for a moment, frozen by the sensual view before him. He watched hungrily as Dane’s dark, glistening cock slide in and out of Xanthe’s body, and Hunter couldn’t help but think about how it might feel if he were in Xanthe’s position. Hunter knew in that moment that he’d be taking Dane’s cock in his ass soon, especially since the very thought of it had sparks of pleasure pulsing through him.

  Hunter gripped his own dick hard as pre-cum leaked from his slit freely. The sight of his two mates slamming together, combined with the sounds of rapture they made, and the sweet, sweet scent of their lovemaking in the air had him so close to coming it was insane. His chest heaving, Hunter moved to stand behind Dane, and leaned in so that his chest was pressed against Dane’s back. The feel of being skin to skin with the man he had been bonded to for almost fourteen years was heady stuff.

  Dane inhaled sharply and held still, buried balls deep in their mate, and Hunter felt a shudder roll through him. “That’s right, love, feel me behind you, Dane,” Hunter said directly into Dane’s ear, and he ran his hands up Dane’s arms to grip Xanthe’s legs and gently slide them from Dane’s shoulders. “I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamed of this moment, Dane.” Hunter pressed on Dane’s back until he took the hint and bent forward over their mate.

  Xanthe, bless her, knew exactly what was going through Hunter’s mind, because she placed her feet on the edge of the bed and gripped her ankles, letting Dane rest on his arms that were on either side of her shoulders. Hunter smiled when both of them moaned, knowing that with Xanthe holding herself spread wide like that, and Dane now leaning up over her, the position would allow for deeper penetration.

  Hunter leaned back a little and watched as Dane rolled his hips gently into Xanthe, stroking his dick into her pussy. Kno
wing that the two of them were already well on their way to coming, and coming hard, Hunter knew that time was not on his side. Reaching out, he placed both his hands on the firm globes of Dane’s ass. Hunter had known he was bisexual from an early age, and he would have never risked his friendship with Dane for anything, but he had always thought Dane had one hell of a hot ass.

  “Damn, Dane.” Hunter spoke low, his voice raspy with desire. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, I don’t think I’ll last long once I finally get inside you.” Hunter ran his fist over his cock once more to coat his fingers with pre-cum, and then ran his fingers around Dane’s back entrance.

  “Shit!” Dane growled as he threw his head back, all the muscles in his back stood out in stark relief. “Damn it, Hunter, I’ve wanted you just as long, so stop with the fucking commentary and fuck me.”

  Hunter growled at the need he heard in Dane’s voice.

  “I-I have to s-say,” Xanthe panted, her voice just as need-filled as Dane’s, “that I am with Dane on this one. P-please, Hunter. I’m so damn close.”

  Hunter gripped the base of his cock and pressed it against the puckered muscles of Dane’s ass that would no doubt lead to nirvana. As he pulsed his hips to gain entrance, he knew that all three of them were holding their collective breath. Suddenly, desperate with the need to claim Dane as his, Hunter pushed forward strongly until he bottomed out. Christ! Hunter closed his eyes tight as he fought back the urge to come. Dane’s ass was so hot and tight around him, it took all his strength not to shoot his load right then and there.

  “Fuck!” Dane exhaled forcefully, and Hunter felt the muscles of his ass ripple around him. “Jesus, Hunter. You feel so fucking hot and hard in my ass, it’s almost too much.”

  Hunter had been pulling back slowly so he could slam home again when Dane’s words registered and he froze. Too much?

  “No! Shit, don’t stop! Move, Hunter. Fuck, I meant it felt good, too fucking good.”

  Hunter grinned as Dane pressed back against him and Xanthe whimpered, no doubt at the feeling of Dane’s withdrawing from her.

  “Alright, then my mates,” Hunter’s voice was almost a snarl. “Let me fuck you. Let me fuck both of you at the same damn time!” Hunter leaned forward onto Dane and then started to slam his hips forward with a force he knew would drive Dane into Xanthe.

  “Oh, God!” Xanthe wailed as Dane cried out, his head thrown back until it rested on Hunter’s shoulder. Hunter kept a punishing pace as he stared into Xanthe’s eyes, which were glazed with passion, her mouth open on sobs that echoed around the room. Hunter loved the thought that he was pleasuring Dane and Xanthe at the same time. With every forward thrust, he was building the chain reaction within the three of them that would have them falling into a tsunami of pleasure, the likes of which he had never imagined.

  “Shit, Xanthe, I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick, baby,” Dane groaned. “You … argh … that’s it, Xanthe, that’s it, baby. Fucking come for us.” Hunter found another gear and sped up as he listened to Dane encouraging their Xanthe to let go. Hunter watched as Xanthe arched her neck and screamed her joy to the gods, and Hunter’s heart fluttered at the abject rapture on her face.

  Dane stiffened beneath him, and Hunter knew that Xanthe’s orgasm had pulled Dane over with it. “Fuck!” Dane roared as he slammed his hips back and forward, his entire body shuddering his pleasure, and Hunter stilled as Dane moved between him and the now-whimpering Xanthe. Hunter held still as Dane’s jerky movements slowed and then he let go.

  Hunter gripped Dane’s shoulders and stood up a little so he could slam into him, using his strength to pull Dane back into his thrusts. Almost beyond sanity, Hunter felt his balls suddenly tighten even further, and then he was coming with a huge roar, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into Dane’s ass. Hunter heard both Dane and Xanthe shout out again, and his lion roared within him, knowing that he had brought them both to climax again.

  Hunter stood shakily on his feet, as Dane slumped forward to catch himself on his arms to avoid crushing their mate. Hunter gently pulled out of Dane, making them both moan at the feel of his dick slipping from his body, and Hunter had to stand still for a moment to let his equilibrium return, breathing heavily. Jesus H. Christ! That had literally been the hottest damn sex of his fucking life.

  Walking on shaky legs, Hunter moved into the adjoining bathroom and started the water running in the huge bath. Despite it being the largest bath he had ever laid eyes on, Hunter knew it was going to be a tight fit for the three of them. But hell, that just meant they would need to be creative with the seating arrangements, and creative was Hunter’s new middle name. Surprisingly, at that thought, Hunter felt his dick twitch.

  Grabbing a couple of washcloths from the basket beside the sink, Hunter wet them with warm water and took them out to his mates. He grinned as he saw the two of them kissing gently in the same damn position he had left them in.

  “Come on, you two.” Hunter loved the gruff rasp in his voice that spoke volumes about the intensity of their lovemaking just moments before. “Bath’s running.” Hunter stepped up behind Dane and wiped his own seed leaking from his back entrance. He was surprised by the depth of satisfaction he had at the sight.

  “Damn, Hunter,” Dane moaned as moved to stand up. “Jesus, that was the hottest damn experience of my whole life.” Dane took the washcloth Hunter held out to him and gently wiped between Xanthe’s legs. Hunter saw the flash of satisfaction in Dane’s eyes at the sight. Huh? Must be a guy thing.

  “I don’t think I can stand yet,” Xanthe groaned as she started to pull herself into a sitting position. Hunter moved in swiftly and lifted her into his arms.

  “And that right there is just one of the many advantages to having two mates.” Hunter turned toward the bathroom and pressed a kiss to her head as she snuggled into his arms with a sigh. “When one of us is still shaky from loving you the way you like it, the other can carry you wherever you need to go.”

  “That is a great perk,” Xanthe murmured with a sigh.

  Hunter stepped up to the bath, climbed over the side, and sat with Xanthe in his lap, both groaning with pleasure as the heat from the water slid over tight muscles. Dane moved to sit at the other end, facing him as he sat in the water. His groan of appreciation became a slight wince as he sat down, making Hunter grin.

  “Problems, buddy?” Hunter asked, tongue in cheek, fighting the urge to laugh at the narrowing of Dane’s eyes and the rude gesture he had just given him.

  “Fuck you, Hunter,” Dane murmured as he moved into a more comfortable position and lay back into the water a little, resting his head on the back of the bath. “Wait until it’s your turn to be in the middle of our crazy threesome. You’d better be fucking nicer to me if you want me to take it easy on you.”

  Hunter’s grin fell. “You’ll fucking take me like you mean it, Dane, or you’ll find yourself flat on your back with me buried in your ass faster than you can blink.” Dane’s eyes locked with his.

  “Hunter.” Dane’s gaze never wavered from his. “You can be damn sure that when I take your ass, I will mean it. You say that I can’t know how long you’ve wanted me? Well, it’s been just as long and just as intense for me. I’ll fuck you with fourteen years, eight months, and twenty-three days’ worth of wanting, and you will feel me in your ass long after you’ve made me come.” Hunter swallowed hard, an ache in his chest.

  Dane knew down to the day how long it had been since the mating bond had slammed into place for the two of them, and didn’t that just blow his fucking mind.

  “If it’s going to be tonight,” Xanthe said as she leaned back in Hunter’s arms so she could turn slightly to see both him and Dane, “I think I’ll sit in that wing-back chair and play voyeur because, holy shit, that’s going to be so fucking hot to watch.”

  Hunter had to agree, and he couldn’t fucking wait.

  Chapter 8

  “Damn, Xanthe, I reckon that whatever is going through your mind ri
ght now must be on the X-rated side. Your face is flushed, and your breath rate has sped up. I know the look of a woman who has spent the night being well loved. It’s one I wear a lot,” Judy Jamieson teased from the other side of the counter, making Xanthe blush even harder. She had been thinking about the night before.

  The sex between the three of them had been explosive as hell. But what really melted her heart was fact that the lovemaking was as fun as it was earth shattering. All three of them had talked and laughed into the early hours of that morning. She had loved every minute of it. Tonight she was planning on setting it up so that she could sit in the wing-back chair and enjoy the show her men were capable of putting on for her. It had been that enticing visual image that had her blushing just now. In fact, she was wearing something extra special beneath her clothes in order to win favor with her men, and convince them to put on a show.

  “Mom!” Sophia groaned from the other side of the shop as she dropped her forehead into her palm. “Please, dear God, have a little mercy on me. The thought of you being well loved by dad and pop is more than a little nauseating.”

  Xanthe forgot her own embarrassment and laughed at Sophia’s obvious discomfort.

  “What?” Judy propped a hand on her hip and turned to her youngest daughter. “You think we’re too old to get our groove on?”

  “Mom!” Sophia yelped, and pressed her hands to her ears. “God, it’s not like I haven’t lived with you for the past three years, and not seen more of you and the dads than I ever wanted to!” Sophia had been adopted by Judy, George, and Henry Jamison three years ago, after she and Faith had been rescued from a cult that had been residing in forest beyond the borders or Grey River. “Thankfully, when I’m back at college, I’ll have the time to bleach my retinas and try to remove some of that stuff. I’m thinking of taking some sessions with Rowena about how scarring it is to walk in on your parents, getting it on in the laundry. In the damn laundry, Xanthe!”