Dark Dichotomy

by Aubrey Ross

  Was this Aidan or Connell? Torral didn’t care as long as he could trace the signal back to its origin.

  Utterly focused on dismantling Kendra’s shields, the intruder didn’t feel Torral insinuate himself into the signal.

  Pass me energy so I can reinforce Kendra’s shields. I’ve got a chance at finding this bastard. He sent the thought to Evan and Leos, infusing the transmission with urgency. They responded instantaneously, both knowing better than to question his directives. He felt their energy saturate his mind and he channeled it into Kendra’s shields, counteracting the intruder’s progress.

  Frustration increased the signal, making it easier for Torral to track. The location was revealed in impressions. Close, he was still in the Napa Valley, brazenly flaunting the danger. The sharp scent of mildew and decay. Torral pushed harder and a building flashed into focus, silhouetted against the starlit sky.

  He struggled for a better perspective, a landmark or clue to—

  Pain sliced into his mind, throwing him out of the meld. He gasped and clutched his head with both hands.

  “Could you see where he was?” Kendra asked, struggling to sit with her hands still bound. “I can’t believe he tried this again.”

  He quickly unfastened the wrist cuffs and pulled her out of bed. “Grab a bathrobe. We need to see if Leos sensed anything.”

  By the time Torral tugged on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt Leos and Evan were waiting in the hall. “Is Kendra all right?” Evan asked.

  “I’m fine,” she answered. “Thanks to all of you.”

  Leos looked as angry as Torral felt. This couldn’t go on. No one defiled the security of their home and went unpunished. “Tell me you found him.”

  “I saw a building on a hilltop,” Torral explained. “The shape was familiar. I know I’ve seen it before, but I can’t bring the location to mind. It smelled old, like it had been deserted for a long time.”

  “Any clue where this building is located?”

  “Nearby. He’s not afraid of us.”

  Leos shook his head. “Why should he be? He’s been inside this house, placed his hands on one of our women, and we’ve been unable to retaliate. I don’t care if he’s crazy. We’re not waiting for the council to find him. This means war!”

  Chapter Nine

  The sun hovered on the horizon two days later, ready to begin its nightly descent. Kendra strolled hand in hand with Ryan, working their way back from the lake house. She was expecting a delivery tomorrow and there wasn’t much more she could do until the building materials arrived.

  Torral had spent the past two nights searching through files and Internet archives, trying to find the building he’d seen while tracing the culprit. Aidan’s office in Napa had been deserted and there had been no sign of trouble since.

  No one believed the danger was gone for good. That sort of obsession didn’t just go away. Everyone was frustrated by the uncertainty so they tried to focus on other things.

  When Kendra wasn’t busy with the renovation, her mind inevitably drifted to her mates. Already she had found more happiness in their company than she’d known in the rest of her life. It was hard to imagine her world without them, so she decided not to try.

  Submitting to Torral had torn down the last emotional barrier. She was content and secure, yet one mystery remained. “Can I ask a question?”

  Ryan laughed. “The last time you used that tone you ended up in restraints.”

  “This is along the same lines. You and Torral seem to be avoiding…that is, will all three of us ever make love together?”

  A slow, sexy smile parted his lips. “We didn’t want to rush you.”

  “Most couples spend two or three nights a week together while they’re getting to know each other. We’ve been together, night and day, for twenty-seven days. That’s over three months to the average couple. If you use hours, it’s even longer.”

  He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  Was he purposely missing her meaning? She tried again. “I don’t feel rushed.”

  He turned her to face him, his gaze caressing her face. “If we make love like that, it will complete the soul bonding. We wanted you to be sure this is what you want before we go any further.”

  “Do you have any doubt?”

  “We never had any doubt.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m ready.”

  He kissed her forehead and resumed his trek to the house. “That’s not good enough. The soul bond is permanent. You have to be absolutely sure.”

  “I don’t know that I’ll ever be absolutely sure. Love doesn’t come with a money-back guarantee.”

  His steps faltered and he looked at her as he said, “That’s the first time you’ve used the word love. Do you love us?”

  “Yes.” She answered without hesitation. “I’m sure about that much.”

  “Then what’s holding you back?”

  “I’m not sure.” She gave a helpless shrug.

  “When you figure it out, let me know.”

  She thought that ended the subject, but he took her hand as they entered the house and led her to their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and swept her into his arms. His mouth settled over hers with feverish insistence and his hands went to work on the buttons at the front of her shirt. The subject certainly got him fired up.

  Shrugging out of the shirt, she unclasped her bra and tugged up his T-shirt. Usually Ryan took his time undressing her. Torral was the one who was hard on her wardrobe.

  Ryan caught her wrist when she started to unfasten his jeans. “Not yet. We have to do this in stages.”

  “We can do it more than once.” She tried to free her hand, but he wouldn’t let go.

  Determination flashed in his eyes and he pulled her arms behind her back. His gaze lowered to her naked breasts and her nipples tingled. It was such a provocative pose, she felt hot and achy. Helpless, yet oddly empowered.

  He drew her forward, pressing his erection into the softness of her lower belly. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

  “Let go of my hands so I can.” His smile was filled with possessive promise. She’d never seen him like this before.

  “I don’t think so.” He tightened his hold on her arms, arching her back as he bent to her breasts.

  She braced herself for a torrid onslaught, but his lips were soft, his tongue patient. He memorized her shape and the texture of her skin with his kisses, intentionally avoiding her nipples. She began to wiggle, trying to bring his wandering mouth into contact with the pebble-hard crests. He traced her areolas with his tongue and smiled into her eyes. “What’s the matter? You seem tense.”

  Tugging against his hold only made her breasts sway. He continued his butterfly teasing until she wanted to scream.

  “Take off your pants. I want to taste that soft pussy.”

  She’d grown used to their explicit instructions. They used the graphic phrases to shock and stimulate her. It felt naughty to hear the words and even more so to say them. “What if I don’t want your mouth on me?”

  He didn’t respond with words. Scooping her up in his arms, he deposited her in the middle of the bed. He stripped her pants off, ignoring her playful struggle. She wasn’t sure when she’d realized she loved being physically dominated, but both her mates had quickly picked up on the fact.

  As soon as she was naked, he crossed her wrists at the small of her back and knelt between her thighs. Her bottom rested on her forearms, tilting her sex toward his waiting mouth. There was nothing tentative in his kiss now. His lips sucked and his tongue explored. She rocked and twisted as tension built within her. He easily followed her restless movements, pushing her higher with each skillful stroke.

  “Shit!”

  His hands released her and he scrambled off the foot of the bed. Her orgasm sputtered out as the transition gripped him. Left with no choice but to watch the phenomenon, she propped herself up on her elbows and squinte
d into the shimmering light.

  She’d never tire of the brilliance or the expectation that pulsed in the air. Torral formed within the light, separating as he solidified.

  “Your timing has been better,” she told Torral once the transitional muddle lifted from his mind.

  “Sorry about that.” He glanced at Ryan. “What did she say to get you so revved up?”

  “Just being near her revs me up.”

  “Not like this it doesn’t. Your lust blasted me out of sleep state.”

  Ryan laughed. “You can’t blame this on me. You’re the one who interrupted a perfectly good orgasm.”

  “I thought you became aware of everything that happened to him during the transition.”

  “Imagine seeing twelve hours of television in about fifteen seconds. We’re left with a basic impression of the day’s events but the details are always sketchy.”

  “She asked me why we’ve never made love to her together.”

  “Really?” Torral sounded like a pirate who had just discovered a treasure map. “And what did you tell her?”

  “That if we both fuck her scrumptious body at the same time it will complete the soul bonding.”

  Torral took off his shirt before he asked, “Are you ready to solidify the bond?”

  Excitement unfurled within her, speeding her pulse and melting her misgivings. They were amazing. How could she ever hope to be content with a human man after knowing the love of a Dichotomy? She knelt in the middle of the bed and looked from Ryan to Torral and back. “I’m ready.”

  Both of her mates sucked in a breath and attacked their remaining clothes. Uncertainty tingled inside her, but it was only the physical act she feared not the metaphysical connection. Could she really do this? They were considerably bigger than the butt plug. She took a deep breath and banished the doubt. She was their mate. Everything they’d experienced together had led them to this night.

  Torral finished first and pulled her into his arms. She parted her lips then curled her tongue around his, welcoming him home. Ryan pressed into her back a moment later. His strong, warm body rubbed against her. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples while Torral eased a hand between her thighs.

  It was heaven. No part of her body lacked for attention. She was surrounded, caressed, and controlled. She felt safe, cherished, loved as she had never imagined being loved.

  “You owe her an orgasm,” Ryan reminded Torral.

  Torral chuckled, his lips lingering against her face. “I guess I do, don’t I?” He knelt and Ryan lifted her, one arm around her waist, the other bending her knees. She gasped and clutched his arm. It was obvious from the start that they were stronger than human men, but she hadn’t realized just how strong. Ryan held her up as Torral draped her legs across his shoulders.

  “Can’t we use the bed?” She gasped as Torral’s mouth picked up where Ryan’s had left off.

  She pressed against Ryan’s chest, unable to avoid Torral’s demanding kiss. Not that she wanted to avoid him. He licked and sucked, thrusting into her with possessive fervor. Ryan’s arm banded her waist and he rolled her nipples with his other hand. Torral was bolder than he’d ever been before, stabbing at her pussy and her anus by turns.

  The tension returned as if it had never receded. Desire hummed across their mental link, showering her senses with tingling sparks. She rocked her hips, sliding her folds against Torral’s mouth and reveled in her carnality.

  Torral closed his lips around her clit and somehow managed to find her openings with his fingers. Two pushed into her vagina and one breached her anus. Her orgasm blasted through her, driven higher and higher by the steady penetration of his hand.

  “Very good,” he murmured. “Can you do it again?”

  His fingers began a steady shuttle as his lips returned to her clit. She wasn’t sure if she came again or if the first orgasm never quite finished, but another series of spasms began almost immediately. She shook and shook, the back of her head pressed against Ryan’s shoulder.

  Long moments later, Ryan lifted her off Torral. She moaned and curled into his warmth. Tingles still zinged up and down her spine. “Now what?”

  “Top or bottom?” Ryan asked.

  “It’s more like front or back.” Torral walked to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “I’ve had more experience than you have with this particular kink. I better go first.”

  “All right.” Ryan set her down at the foot of the bed. He sat and then lay back across the mattress. “Come here.”

  She crawled onto the bed, straddling his lap. She knew enough about what they were going to do to understand how she needed to be positioned. “Why do you have more experience with this sort of thing?” she asked Torral.

  “Let’s just say I’ve always been more adventurous than Ryan. But all that is behind us. It will be us three forever.”

  Forever had never sounded so wonderful.

  Ryan grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her toward him. “Do you need help or would you like to take me for a change?”

  She understood the convoluted command. Fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. “I think I can manage.” Balancing on her knees, she guided his erection to her front entrance and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Hard, hot flesh slid into her, filling her, stretching her. Good God, how was she going to fit them both inside her?

  Torral stepped up behind her. “Kiss him, sweetheart, and I’ll get you ready.”

  Draping herself across Ryan’s chest, she found his mouth with hers and put her entire being into the kiss. She brushed her lips against his and stroked him with her tongue.

  Torral rubbed her back. He relaxed her muscles and eased his way toward his destination. His big hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing and stroking as his thumbs traced the shadowed crease. Holding her open, he circled her anus with his fingertips. He coated her with lubricant, working globs of the cool gel past the tight collar of muscle. She tensed as he drilled her with his finger. He’d done this much before.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” He slipped in and out, in and out. She continued kissing Ryan as her body accepted the stimulation. This is what the butt plug had readied her for, what she’d imagined and craved.

  Her pussy fluttered around Ryan’s cock and Torral added a second finger. He rimmed her, stretched her, and prepared her for a far more substantial penetration. More lube and a third finger. She groaned, the pressure nearing pain.

  In one smooth motion, he pulled out his fingers and inserted the head of his cock. He didn’t give her body time to contract. She felt the pressure increase and tore her mouth away.

  Torral quickly eased a hand between her body and Ryan’s. “Now push out against me,” he instructed as his middle finger found her clit.

  Consciously easing the tension in her internal muscles, she took him deeper.

  “Very good.” He added more lube as the fingers on his other hand gently circled her clit. He pulled back just a bit to coat his shaft with the gel, then drove deeper than he’d been before.

  “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  He chuckled, his cock bobbing inside her as his abdominal muscles flexed. “You’re doing it already.”

  Ryan cupped her face with one hand and guided her mouth back to his. The distraction helped her relax and soon Torral’s warm thighs pressed against her bottom. He rubbed her back and gave her time to accept his full length.

  They possessed her utterly, branding her body and warming her mind. She rubbed her breasts against Ryan’s chest and hesitantly tightened her internal muscles. Both men groaned, Ryan breaking the kiss.

  Torral dragged her nearly off Ryan’s cock. He hesitated a moment then eased her forward again. Ryan slid into her pussy as Torral pulled out of her ass. She threw back her head and gritted her teeth, the sensations bittersweet in their exquisite intensity.

  “Scream, love,” Ryan coaxed. “No one here will begrudge you your pleasure.”

  Torral made the next str
oke a bit faster and Kendra screamed. It was all too much. Her body was stretched to capacity and her senses were raw. She perched on the brink of orgasm, but something held her back.

  She trembled and moaned as Torral found a moderate rhythm. They slid against each other, one pushing in as the other pulled out. The room spun around her. Nothing was in focus except for her mates. She needed… She didn’t know what she needed, couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t exploded already into a puff of incinerated ash.

  “Let go, sweetheart,” Torral urged. “We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

  She released the last thread of control, surrendering to their skill and tenderness. They surrounded her, filled her, supported and completed her. She took them into her mind and heart, let their affection saturate every molecule of her being.

  Like a raindrop on a glassy lake, the first ping of her orgasm sent ripples vibrating out through her body. She abandoned herself to the sensation, sharing it freely with her lovers. Their tempo increased, their harsh panting music to her ears. She floated on a cloud of pleasure, lost in the perfection of their joining.

  Torral slammed into her with enough force to make her yelp. The unexpected sting only heightened her enjoyment. He shuddered against her back, his pleasure pumping into her along with his seed.

  Ryan was half a second behind, arching up off the bed as release tore through him. He cried out and clutched her to his chest. They shuddered together.

  Sensations flowed freely between them. Kendra could no longer tell where each sensation originated. It didn’t matter. They were one, equally sharing the pleasure.

  Torral recovered enough to lift his weight off her. “Are you all right?”

  “All right?” She laughed. “I’m a little better than all right. That was incredible.”

  With mutual reluctance, they separated their bodies. Torral crawled onto the bed and Ryan shifted to his side. Kendra lay between them replete and secure. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their hearts, minds, and bodies were perfectly in tune.

  Dark Dichotomy, Part 2