Finding Their Flame [Stone Passions 2]

by Rebecca Airies

  Both men drew the tip deep into their mouths. They sucked, gradually increasing the pressure. Her body bowed, and a moan ripped from her mouth. Too good. She moved restlessly. Her inner muscles clenched. If only one of them would slide deep inside.

  “That’s the sound. And she’s definitely getting there. How are you on control, Cael?” Dante’s hands trailed along her inner thighs.

  “I need her ready. A little help would be great.” Cael scraped his teeth over her nipple.

  “I’ll enjoy teasing her a little more.” Dante drew two fingers along the folds.

  He flicked at the bud. She gasped. Too much and not enough. He tormented the tissue again and again. Sharp sensation burst through her. His fingers left her and slipped lower to glide inside. She tensed. His thumb pressed over her clit. A white-hot bolt shot from the sensitive bud and added to the tumult. He thrust his fingers into her. Her hips rose against his hand.

  Cael and Thane redoubled their efforts. She drew in a rasping breath. They sucked at her breasts and squeezed the flesh even as their lips and teeth added to the sensation. Dante’s magical fingers thrust and retreated. A burning need raged and seared her from her head to her toes. Her body tensed.

  “She’ll go over if you wait too much longer.” Dante slowly pulled his fingers out.

  She moaned. Her fingers fisted in the covers. Not yet.

  Cael straightened. “Flip her onto her stomach. I want to take her on her knees.”

  Thane eased back, and Dante did the same. They urged her over and drew her up. Cael moved in behind her. His cock brushed against her thigh. A trickle of anticipation curled through her. One of his hands gripped her waist. The head of his cock nudged her. She grabbed the covers and pressed back against him.

  “Fuck. Be still, Moriah. I don’t want to go off before I even get a chance to savor this.” Cael’s grip tightened, as if trying to hold her still.

  “Savor some other time. You three have teased me until my body is burning with need. There’s something about you. I can’t get enough.” She glanced to her right. Thane sat close by.

  He stroked a hand over her shoulder. No way would this be finished until she had him. He’d backed away as he had with Dante. If he didn’t press for it, she might attack him.

  Cael chuckled. “Sunshine, I only meant I need to last more than three strokes. You have me just as wild.”

  He glided into her. His fingers dug into her hips. A tingling sting coursed through her. She trembled. He stroked into her slowly. She rocked backward. Each time he pulled back, a little pang of loss skittered through her.

  “Fuck. You’re clenching on me.” Cael drew her back.

  “She clenches hard,” Dante said. “She’s going to take the last of your control when she comes. Move. You’ll lose it before she does if you try to wait until you get some control.”

  Cael damn well better move. The raging need inside her demanded satiation. Her breath rasped against tissue that felt dry and tight. One of his hands skated beneath her belly and cupped her pussy. Biting pinpricks followed the path. His fingers rubbed at her clit.

  She jerked. His touch hardened, and his hips crashed into hers. She gasped. Her entire body tensed. Sensation exploded. She trembled, moaning as he plunged deep.

  He pulled her upright. His finger worked at her clit as he thrust. He tensed and his teeth sank into her shoulder. The sting shot through her. His hips ground against her.

  She drew in a breath. His mouth brushed her shoulder. He bit. Her eyes widened. That was important. He jabbed deep again. Pinging sensation shot through her. Damn, she’d have to do this again. Questions could wait.

  He lifted his head, but lowered it once more. His tongue swiped over the skin. A shiver ran down her spine. He kissed her neck before he pulled back. She moaned. He ran his hands over her hips.

  “I’m definitely looking forward to doing more with you, sunshine, but now, Thane is waiting for his turn. Are you as hungry for him as he is for you?” Cael traced his fingers between her breasts.

  “Yes.” She slowly sat up.

  “I don’t know about that. You’ve reached satisfaction twice, and I’m still waiting for you.” Thane scooted to the edge of the bed.

  He held out his hand. She crawled over. Does he have a preference? Cael and Dante had very specific demands as to her position. A muscle flexed in his jaw.

  Thane reached over, pulled her into his lap, and turned her away from him. He guided her legs until they hung on each side of his. She bit her lip. Air brushed over the slick folds of her sex.

  “Fuck, sweet Moriah, do you know how much I’ve longed to have you like this? In our home, in my arms, waiting for my bite.” Thane swept a kiss over her shoulder.

  His lips touched one of the already sensitive bite spots, and she drew in a hissing breath. Heat flashed across her skin. It set her senses ablaze.

  “So what are you going to do now that you have me here?” She turned her head. He held her, but hadn’t made any move to join their bodies. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her, insistent and ready.

  “We’re going to make you hot for him.” Dante eased up beside him. “He’s more than aching for you, probably barely holding on to his control. You need a little help getting there.”

  Three men touching and kissing her was so sexy. Desire ignited. She wriggled in Thane’s lap. What do they plan to do?

  “Give me your lips, Moriah. I want a kiss.” Cael eased up beside her.

  She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his jaw. His hand cupped her cheek, holding her in position as his mouth covered hers in a deliberate claim. His teeth scraped. Tingles ran over the full curve. She moaned and darted her tongue out, lapping, trying to entice him to deepen the caress.

  Blunt teeth dragged over her nipple. She gasped. Prickles danced over the nub. She pulled back and looked down.

  Dante leaned and did it again, teasing the tight peak with a fleeting touch before he retreated once more. Her heartbeat quickened and anticipation bubbled through her. She slid her hand over Dante’s shoulder, stroking softly.

  A hand slid across her belly. She drew in a slow breath. Whose hand was it? Dante’s head loomed over her. The palm skimmed lower. Her throat tightened.

  Touch me. Her breath caught. Fingers trailed over her pussy. Her breath locked her throat.

  Cael nipped. His tongue swept out and traced her mouth. She threaded her hand through his hair. Enough teasing.

  “You’re going to give me a complex pulling away like that. I might think you don’t like my kisses.” Cael smiled.

  “Not a chance. You know you’re good and that I love your kisses. Dante stole my attention with his torture.” She mashed her lips to his.

  “Oh, it was only Dante’s teasing. Thane’s hand between your legs didn’t have anything to do with it?” Cael nibbled and sucked.

  “I didn’t realize it was Thane. I thought it might be Dante.” She shrugged. Thane had a lot to do with it.

  Cael’s tongue slipped between her lips and stroked against her tongue, demanding a response. She sank into the kiss, letting the stroke and caress take her deeper. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck. He held her still as the kiss went on.

  Fingers pushed between the folds. She hummed. Soft strokes slid across the bud. Her thighs clenched, trying to close on the hand between her legs. Thane’s legs held her wide for his exploration. She shivered. Her tongue darted against Cael’s. Piercing sensation zipped through her body, building and coiling.

  A fingernail flicked over the bead of her neglected nipple. Soft tugs sent spikes straight to her core. He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. She rocked against Thane’s hand. He better not pull away now. She moaned into Cael’s mouth. He lifted his head away. She held on to him, but he straightened away. Cael’s fingers pinched her nipple while Dante sucked at the other.

  “Making love to you with them will scorch us all. I can’t wait.” Thane sank his fingers deep.

  His thu
mb pressed against the sensitive bundle as his fingers plunged deep. She rocked forward, riding his fingers. Teasing man. She couldn’t take much more.

  “That’s it. Make yourself ready for me. Your muscles are pulling at my fingers. I can’t wait until they’re doing the same to my cock. I’m going to ride you hard in a few moments. The heat rising off your body makes me want to push up into you right now.” Thane’s thumb circled slowly.

  She ground into his hand. Teeth, hands, lips, and fingers danced over her. He lifted her off him. Cael and Dante moved back. Still holding her, Thane turned to face the bed. He pressed her face down onto the mattress with her legs hanging over the edge.

  She glanced back. Thane knelt behind her. Fingers clenched on her hips. Sharp nails pricked her skin. The biting ache sizzled over the skin beneath his grip. A chaos of sensation swirled through her.

  Thane edged closer. His cock nudged her entrance. She eased back, muscles quivering and a raging fire flaring beneath her skin. He pushed into her. She clenched her fingers in the covers. Fiery shocks skittered through her body. Her muscles tightened, and her breath caught. Just a moment to savor the delicious fullness.

  She couldn’t grab him. A low moan rolled from him as his cock slid almost out of her. She pushed back, but he held her still. Frustration rose. His hips drove forward. A lightning-hot shard pierced straight to her core. She clutched the fabric tighter. More. He pulled her close and leaned over her.

  A low growl rumbled from him. His hard thighs bumped against hers. She bucked up as the swirling currents drew tighter. He drove hard against her. The upstroke hit something inside. Light burst behind her eyes, and sharp pleasure exploded through her. She cried out. Her body bowed.

  He surged against her, hitting that spot and sending rippling pulses through her. His arm slid under her, lifting her to him. Hot breath puffed over her skin. His teeth sank into her shoulder. Sharp pain mixed with the lingering euphoria.

  His hips punched forward. A growl rumbled against her skin as he came. She drew in a shaky breath through a raw throat. That sound was so sexy. She flexed her fingers against the covers. If only she could touch him.

  His hands softly stroked over her skin. With a slow sweep of his hands, he eased back. Satisfaction still thrummed through her. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms.

  “Come on, my sweet woman. Let’s go clean you up so you can get your rest. You have another long day tomorrow.” Thane strode toward the bathroom.

  Rest sounded wonderful. She leaned her head against him. He tightened his arms briefly before heading straight to the shower. He turned on the water, tested it, and stepped in with her. She sighed as he lowered her to her feet. He drew a cloth over her, washing her and himself, before he turned off the water and stepped out. She followed him. Would a little lingering and savoring be too much to ask?

  “Moriah, let’s get in bed.” Thane tugged her to the bed where Dante and Cael waited. Both men had wet hair so they’d showered somewhere.

  She stared at him. Get in bed. He wanted her to get in with them? They drew her down.

  “You want me to sleep with you?” Her voice cracked.

  “Yes, sunshine, mates sleep together. Get in bed. We’ll talk about everything that happened tomorrow. Don’t worry. This is all as it should be.” Dante settled her on the mattress beside him.

  Mates?

  Chapter Twelve

  Voices murmured, soft and rumbling. Not in the same room, but somewhere close by. She frowned and opened her eyes. Drowsiness still tugged at her. She stretched. Muscles pulled tight, and the pain lanced through her legs. She groaned and slowly sat up and looked to the right. A digital clock on a side table read six thirty. It was earlier than she usually woke up. She didn’t have to get up for the early baking shift.

  She rolled to the right and sat up. An aching urgency rose. Bathroom first and then go find out what they’re doing. Cool morning air prickled against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Sleeping naked would take some getting used to. If she could have more of the same as last night, she’d definitely work on it. It had been better than anything else.

  She headed for the en suite bathroom. After taking care of her bodily needs, she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Looking up, she drew in a hissing breath. Damn, those weren’t just love bites. She lifted her hand and traced the bite marks reflected in the mirror. The wounds. What had Cael called them? Mating bites? Why hadn’t they talked to her about it before they bit her?

  Clothes. She needed clothes. They had some type of responsibility in the community. She did not want to have to run for another room if someone came to see them. She grabbed one of their shirts from the closet and put it on before heading out the door. No one was in the hall. She went back to her room to finish dressing.

  She left her room and began to search for the men. The same murmur rolled down the hallway. Maybe from the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen. Stopping outside was tempting, but wrong.

  “Well, hello, sunshine, you woke up much earlier than I thought you would.” Dante smiled and walked toward her.

  “Hi, do you have to go to work early? Is that why you’re up?” She frowned. “I heard someone talking, and it pulled me out of sleep.”

  “I’ll have to go to work in a while, but this the normal time I get up. Are you hungry? Since you’re up, you have time to eat a good breakfast.” Thane smiled as he turned from the counter.

  “I don’t usually eat anything too heavy during the week. Of course, I try to get as much sleep as I can.” She lifted a shoulder. “Coffee is a must though.”

  “Why don’t we start off with some fruit and maybe oatmeal? The coffee, well, we’re going to have to talk about it.” Thane exhaled.

  “Why do we need to talk about the coffee?” She clenched her teeth.

  “Well, humans who are changing have some difficulties with coffee. It’s standard practice to make sure they don’t have it until the change is complete.” Dante urged her over to the table.

  “What type of difficulties?” She put a hand on his chest. This was another thing they should have talked about. She needed coffee.

  “The first symptom is racing heart and shortness of breath. This usually happens after a few drinks of coffee, not cups of it.” Thane sat down across from her. “That progresses fast. Dizziness, passing out, seizures, and a possibility of stroke.”

  Her eyes rounded. A stroke from coffee? Is that even possible? “But why?

  “It’s something that changes in the chemistry of a human when they’re transforming. It causes something akin to an allergic reaction to coffee, but we haven’t found a way to stop it yet other than simply not drinking the stuff.” Thane leaned forward.

  “But I’m not completely human. I’m part Branal. Do the Branal have that reaction to coffee during the transformation? That’s what your bites did, right?” She traced the wood grain on the tabletop.

  “No, I’ve never heard of any Branal having that problem.” Thane shook his head.

  “So, it might not even be necessary for me to stop drinking coffee? I really like my coffee, guys.” She folded her arms over her chest. And stopping just because there might be a small chance didn’t seem like a great option.

  “I don’t want to take the risk…” Dante shook his head.

  She turned to Thane. “Would you be able to tell if I was going to have a reaction to it from a sip or two? Not enough to cause a severe reaction, but enough to trigger something?”

  Thane frowned. “We’re not exaggerating the effects. They can be life-threatening.”

  “I didn’t think you were. You don’t understand how much I love and need coffee. The fact that it might be life-threatening is the only thing keeping me away from it right now, but I don’t want to stop drinking it on the off chance it might hurt me. It keeps me civil and nice to people buying my baked goods. I know myself enough to realize that I will probably try it at some point. Would you rather I find out for sure now with yo
u right here? Or at my shop where the temptation is ever present and you’re miles away?” She sat back in the chair and waited for his response.

  “Son of a bitch.” Cael reached over and gripped her hand. He glanced at Thane.

  “All right, I’ll sit beside you and monitor your pulse. Let me get a baseline first, because I’ll need to know how fast is normal for you and keep watch for the acceleration.” Thane closed his eyes for a moment, but came around the table.

  “What about fear? That will cause my heart to beat quicker.” She clenched her fingers around Cael’s. If she wasn’t around it so much, she might be able to avoid it, but she spent a good portion of the day with the brew not five feet from her.

  “The kind of acceleration from the reaction to coffee won’t be mistaken.” Thane wrapped his hand around her wrist and looked down at it.

  She sat quietly while he took her pulse. He finally lifted his head and nodded. Dante put a cup of coffee with maybe a teaspoon of the brew in it.

  “Take a very small sip.” Thane watched her.

  She lifted the cup and swallowed just a little. Think about anything but the coffee reaction. If she didn’t, she’d spike her heart rate with fear and anxiety alone.

  “Even if you show no reaction today, I’d like you to keep your consumption of it to when you’re with me and I can be there if something happens. A half Branal isn’t something that we normally come across, and I don’t know how your body is going to react or if that reaction will change over time.” Thane’s fingers pressed into her wrist.

  She took a few deep breaths.

  “You’re doing good. No reaction yet, but we’re going to watch you more.” Thane glanced up.

  “So is there anything else on your mind today other than the coffee?” Cael squeezed her hand.

  “The bites last night. Did you intend to bite me, or did it just happen?” She bit her lip.