by DJ Michaels
Rye was glad he was kneeling, because she would have had the fright of her life if she’d seen just how hard and far his cock had jumped at her invitation. He looked over at Dev. “Why don’t you show Tansy to our room? I’ll be right behind you.”
Dev dropped his eyes to Rye’s crotch and smirked before getting to his feet. He held out his hand to Tansy. “Nice and slow.”
“Nice and slow,” she repeated, putting her small, capable hand in Dev’s and allowing him to pull her to her feet. Rye stayed on his knees, watching them walk hand in hand down the corridor that led to the bedrooms. His heart pounded like a drum and a bead of nervous sweat rolled down his back. And he hadn’t even touched her yet. Not properly. He thought perhaps Dev’s assurance about coming or not coming was going to be difficult to fulfill. Rye was so aroused right now—just from the thought of her and the tease of her lingering scent—that he could come without even touching his cock. He had no idea how he was going to hold himself together when he got his hands on Tansy’s soft, silky skin.
Chapter Four
Rye waited as long as he dared but his erection wasn’t subsiding. All he could think about was Dev and Tansy in the bedroom together and those images only built his arousal. Sighing at his lack of discipline, Rye hauled himself to his feet and headed to the room that he’d been sharing with his denmate since Tansy had come to live with them.
He stepped through the doorway, and the sight that greeted him froze his feet to the floor. Dev sat on the bed with Tansy held securely in his lap, both of them fully dressed. Cradling the fine bones of her face with his hand, Dev pressed their lips together. He nibbled, licked and sucked, keeping the tempo light and teasing, anchoring Tansy while giving her the freedom to pull away if she needed to.
Rye kicked off his boots and pulled his leather tunic over his head, not sure whether this was a good idea after all. He was determined to help Tansy and to give her what she needed. But he was so turned on watching her kiss his denmate, Rye didn’t know if he could control his desire. He was desperate to join in, to touch and be touched by her. He was also terrified of fucking up—he wanted to protect her, not traumatize her further.
Dev eased away from Tansy’s mouth, and when he noticed Rye the bastard cocked an eyebrow. “You all right?”
Rye shrugged, not trusting himself to voice an answer one way or the other. Dev smiled and turned Tansy so she straddled his lap, her back to his chest. With gentle hands he pulled the tie from her hair and ran his fingers through, arranging the silky black fall in a swath down her back.
He leaned in and spoke to her, soft and deep. “Look at Rye, honey, so eager for your touch. Look at all that hot, smooth skin.” Dev wrapped an arm around her waist, hooked her legs either side of his, and then spread his legs, leaving Tansy wide open.
Rye didn’t wait to be asked. Stepping forward, he dropped to his knees in front of Tansy and put his hands quite deliberately on her silk-clad hips. He could smell her arousal, and Dev’s, the scent rushing into Rye’s body and scouring him to the bone. His cock jerked, his stomach clenched and without him realizing it his hands began to knead the slope of Tansy’s hips.
“Put your hands on me, honey.” He was so full of need his voice was barely audible. “Put your hands on me and let me feel the touch of your skin.”
She leaned forward and Dev hissed, no doubt because of the pressure of her ass on his cock. Rye didn’t have time to be envious, because at that moment Tansy placed her cool, feminine hands right on the center of his chest. She smoothed over his pecs, backward and forward, before arcing up and over his shoulders to stroke down his arms. Her delicate fingers trailed over his thick wrists and then she picked up his right hand, looking at it for a moment before bringing it up and laying it over her breast. She flicked her eyes to his, the uncertainty and vulnerability in her gaze almost ripping his heart out.
“You feel good.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. “So soft and feminine to the touch, yet so strong and resilient. Let me see you.” He flicked his eyes to his denmate. “Take her tunic off, Dev.”
Rye dropped his hand, and just like that Tansy’s tunic was whisked up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a corset like most women did, but she did have a strange kind of mini-corset supporting her breasts. Rye cupped her again, his thumb rubbing across the black lace and her beaded nipple. “What are you wearing?”
“It’s a bra.” Her breathy voice was unsteady, and Rye took that as permission to roll her nipple between his fingers.
“It’s pretty. How do I take it off?”
Tansy put her hands behind her back, wriggled a bit—eliciting another grunt from Dev—and then the concealing scraps of fabric fell away. She threw it to the floor and sat there, arms by her sides, legs spread, proud and vulnerable all at once.
It was a good thing he was already on his knees, because seeing Tansy naked from the waist up would have dropped him to the floor.
Dev’s big hands circled her waist and then eased up her body, his copper-toned complexion a dark contrast to the pale translucence of Tansy’s skin. He spanned her ribs, and Rye couldn’t look away. He was riveted by the sight of those large, rough hands moving up to touch the feminine softness of Tansy’s breasts. She was the perfect size, plump and rounded, but Dev completely covered her with ease. He rubbed, squeezed, pinched, and by the time he cupped her breasts and offered them, Rye was salivating.
Scooting closer, Rye took in her creamy skin, her light-brown nipples, furled and wanting. In that moment he knew he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted his mouth on this woman. Reaching up to grip her waist for balance, Rye leaned in and licked, circling his tongue around the tight little pucker, enjoying the way shivers of flesh-bumps prickled her skin. He kept his touch teasing, switching from one nipple to the other, not giving her what she wanted until she shoved her hands into his hair and pulled him close. The moment she arched against him, he opened his mouth and sucked, taking her into his wet heat, pressing her against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and sucking her until his cheeks hollowed.
She writhed between them, moaning, and when Rye looked up he could see that Dev was keeping her mouth busy. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming, and Rye wasn’t even thinking when he yanked at her trousers. They were off her legs in a flash and he discovered yet another scrap of black lace. After several frantic tugs, that barrier also fell away, and then she was finally bare to him. He leaned back a little to take her in, and the sight of her naked body utterly emptied his brain. Desperate to have her under his tongue, he bent down and kissed her core with the same intensity that Dev was kissing her mouth.
Slick and sweet, her taste was even better than her scent. Rye licked up, over and down before shoving his tongue inside her as far as it would go. She was close. He could feel it in the squeeze of her intimate muscles and the trembling of her body. Moving up to take her clit into his mouth, he sucked in short, quick pulls and shoved two fingers inside her. He thrust once, twice, and didn’t quite make it to the third before she exploded under him. Her internal muscles squeezed his fingers, gripping him in a vise and making his cock ache with envy. She slapped her hands on his shoulders, fingers gripping and convulsing as the wave of ecstasy picked her up and carried her away. Shuddering against him, she curved her body over his, gasping for air as she broke and wailed her pleasure.
He remained where he was, easing her legs over his shoulders as she came down, stroking her thighs and watching her carefully as Dev eased her back against his chest.
She looked at Rye with a heavy gaze, focused but languid, and he smiled up at her. “All right?”
“Yes, good.” Her smile was full of self-satisfaction, which didn’t seem right, since he’d done most of the work. “I wasn’t sure I’d be capable of orgasming again. I thought I might have been too damaged.”
Dev wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. “You’re not damaged. You’re beautiful.”
She winked
at Rye. “Yes, and I can have an orgasm.”
Rye winked back. “You want another one?” Or two, or ten, or a hundred.
“Can we?”
“Of course we can.”
And with that assurance, Rye had a new mission in life. His primary role now was to give his woman as many orgasms as she could handle, for as long as they both drew breath. He eased out from between her legs and stood, pulling her up to stand in the circle of his arms. “Why don’t we all get naked, and then Dev and I can see about making you come again.”
She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with humor and renewed confidence. “Great idea.”
Yes it was. He’d been known to have them from time to time.
* * * * *
Dev was going to kill Rye. They’d all agreed on slow and easy, but the moment Rye had put his hands on Tansy she’d been naked and coming. Rubbing that sweet ass of hers all over Dev’s greedy cock. He was so hard he hurt, and having her grinding into him as Rye pleasured her had been almost too much for Dev’s legendary control. And now his idiot partner wanted them all to get naked, to expose male parts to female parts while somehow imagining the situation wouldn’t spiral out of control.
Rye wouldn’t be up to the task. He was so desperate to get inside Tansy he wasn’t thinking about anything but fucking. Dev wished he had that luxury, because his cock was screaming so loudly it could probably be heard in town. Unfortunately he had obligations outside the wants and needs of his own body. Tansy was their priority—she had to be if they were going to have any chance of a future together.
He wasn’t sure whether their houseguest was aware of it or not, but he and Rye had staked a claim. They were going to get her to sign a mating contract if it killed them. Dev and his denmate had had many discussions about Tansy and about how their relationship would work. At no point had Dev or Rye even considered taking Tansy one-on-one. They were a team, a partnership closer than brothers and they knew they could give so much more to her as a pair than they ever could working alone. Plus, the thought of one of them lying alone in his bed while the other sank into Tansy was too devastating for either of them to consider.
Part of him wished they could simply fuck her into submission. While she was soft and sated and not thinking properly, they could haul a proctor up to the den and have her sign her life away. But in his more lucid moments, Dev knew that was never an option.
Unfortunately, the one thing he and Rye were good at when it came to women was the one thing that wouldn’t help with Tansy. She’d had enough decisions taken away from her. She’d had her body used as a tool of coercion, among other far more evil things, and they needed to nurture her, not overwhelm her.
Dev loved women, but he’d never had the opportunity to spend much time with them outside a bedroom. He knew what turned them on but not what made them tick. With Tansy’s trauma still so fresh and raw, he was terrified of making a mistake.
He was so busy trying to weigh pros and cons, he didn’t realize he’d zoned out until Rye stomped over and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Hard. “Devonelle Sharmanchere, you get your head out of your ass and back where it belongs.” Rye’s voice dropped to a whisper. “No second guessing. We have a plan and we have a naked Tansy, so let’s see where she wants to go.”
Dev lifted his head and said the words he feared would become his mantra. “We can’t fuck up.”
“We won’t. Now take your clothes off and get skin to skin.”
Fuck, if that was going to be Rye’s solution to every problem they had, they’d never get out of bed. Dev looked over at his best friend and his woman and decided that never getting out of bed sounded pretty good.
Rye and Tansy were standing, plastered together. Rye was crowding her, arms clutched tight and kissing her so hard she was bent backward. Her arms were locked around his neck and she was up on her toes, rubbing against him, all soft and needy. They were beautiful together, and as he watched them Dev consciously released his anxiety. Instead he focused on the knowledge that he had the right to join them, that it was his privilege to be part of this extraordinary triad.
He stood, shedding his clothes without taking his eyes from his mates for an instant, watching them devour each other with hands and mouths. When he was naked, he walked up behind Tansy and gripped her hips, letting her know he was there before pressing himself to her back. She was taller than most of the other Earth women, but she felt so small and delicate as he leaned in to her. His cock pressed into the small of her back and her head didn’t quite clear his shoulder.
She turned in Rye’s arms, arching up to face Dev and he dragged her against him without thinking. He hooked one arm under the firm curve of her ass and straightened up, lifting her so she was eye to eye with him, her feet dangling just below his knees.
“Arms around my neck.” He wanted one hand free to roam, and if she had her arms around him she could anchor herself. She complied, squeezing tight enough to flatten her breasts against his chest. His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Kiss me.”
And she did. With a trust that cracked him wide open, she followed his command, sealing her lips to his, inviting him in with a touch of her tongue. He wanted to ravage her. Everything in him demanded that he throw her on the bed, drive inside her and fuck her until she understood who she belonged to. Dev was a smart male. He recognized the impulse for what it was, the primal need for a dragon rider to claim his mate. But he also had the urge to protect her, to give her whatever she needed, and that was the impulse he brought to the forefront. That was the biological imperative he hoped would save them all.
Easing some of the fierceness out of his hold, Dev concentrated on protection and making her feel safe. He still kissed her with desire, but he tempered it with affection. Stroking into her mouth, sliding tongue against tongue, he tried very hard to think about loving, not fucking. About keeping her safe, not tying her to the bed so he and Rye could take turns with her.
Then Rye wrapped them both in his arms, shuffling them sideways to tumble onto the mattress. The pleasure of lying next to Tansy fired every nerve in Dev’s body. His muscles tensed, his balls drew up hot and heavy and his cock wept in need. Rye pressed in behind Tansy, running his hands over her body and over Dev’s as well. Somewhere in the back of his head, Dev knew they were moving too fast, then Tansy rubbed herself against him and all rational thought shut down.
Chapter Five
Tansy was going out of her mind. Surrounded by so much smooth masculine strength, every part of her body was being stroked and squeezed by Dev and Rye’s capable hands. Every centimeter worshiped with their hot, wet lips. When they pushed her onto her back and took a nipple each, she would have peeled off the bed if they hadn’t been pinning her down. She felt hands between her legs, Dev’s fingers fucking her slow and steady while Rye circled her clit. God, they were perfect. They were everything she’d ever wanted but hadn’t known how to dream. She clutched them to her breasts, fisting their silky hair and pulling them even closer, arching into their mouths as her hips flexed in time to Dev’s thrusts.
“Please, please.” They knew she was close. How could they not know when they were on her and in her, when she pulsed under them like a heartbeat? She knew Dev had the control to make her wait, but Rye was a hedonist, and he’d want to give her an orgasm as much as she wanted to have one.
“Please, Rye. Faster and harder.”
She’d hardly finished begging before he changed his rhythm, rubbing across her clit in fast little strokes, just as hard as she’d requested. The pleasure burned, searing her pussy and spreading into her womb, blasting a trail up to her nipples where her men were still busy. The heat washed over her body, from head to toes and back again, wave after wave rebounding and building, drowning her in pleasure until she couldn’t breathe. The heat burst into flame and her orgasm broke, scorching her body like a bushfire, squeezing every muscle in an agony of pleasure. She shattered, blowing outward and falling back to earth in a thousand shattered piec
es.
When she finally came back to herself she was still panting, her skin slick with sweat and her fingers tightly tangled in Rye and Dev’s extraordinary hair. They were looking up at her, cheeks resting on her breasts, hands cupping her sex.
Dev gave her a slow smile that would have melted her knees if she’d had any bones left. “That’s two.”
She snorted. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It has to be worth at least four regular ones.”
Rye turned his head far enough to give her a playful nip. “Tansy, all the orgasms we give you will be like that. I guarantee it.”
God, how would a normal woman even survive that kind of attention?
That thought pulled Tansy to halt. It was the first time she’d thought of herself as normal for longer than she could remember. Maybe this sexual healing gig had more merit than she’d hoped.
It took a bit of concentration, but she managed to unclench her hands and slide her fingers from Dev and Rye’s hair. They moved back a little to give her some space and she found she missed the weight of their bodies, but it did give her an amazing view.
“Wow, you two really are gorgeous.” She looked at Dev. “Can I play?”
That slow smile made another appearance as he rolled onto his back. “Whatever you need, honey. I’m completely at your disposal.”
Before she could move, Rye leaned down and gave her a long kiss. “I’m going to run a bath for us, but you go right ahead. Just watching you kiss Dev turned me on—I can’t wait to see you play when you’re both naked.”
She smiled as Rye rolled off the bed, but her stomach gave an uncomfortable flutter. She missed having the extra body next to her, and being alone with Dev seemed more intimidating than being with both of them at the same time. Which was ridiculous.