Cook, Kris - Captivation [Eternally Three 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Captivation (lit)

  “Excellent. Tighten your ring on my dick.”

  Eve flexed her stomach. His cock jerked inside her.

  “Perfect.” His pumping into her sped up, as did his breathing.

  An agonizing appetite amplified over her tingling skin, her soaked pussy, and her burning ass. In and out he went, faster then slower. The torture went on and on, bringing her so very close then backing off just before she could pass the edge. Her head spun, and her body ached. She craved release with Nash inside her. She couldn’t last much longer.

  He touched her clit gently and pressed his lips to her ear. “Open up, Eve.” Sparks ignited inside her from his touch, his words. “Do you surrender to me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” A satisfying jolt shot down her spine, ending deep inside her pussy. Her body vibrated furiously.

  “Say it like you mean it, Eve.”

  “Yes, Sir!” Her insides flared hot.

  “So close to real surrender, but enough for now. You’ve earned your pleasure.” He laughed, and she loved the sound, rich and honest.

  Breathing heavily, he said, “Time to remove your restraints.”

  A flash of green lit the room for a split-second, and her hands were free.

  Eve fisted the sheets, as Nash shoved his hands between her and the bed, down to her wet pussy. As he drove deep into her backside with his cock, he pressed her folds with his fingers. Lights sparked in her mind’s eye. Her body felt electric. Currents ran from his cock to her core.

  “You’re going to come for me. Understand, little one?”

  “Y-Yes, Sir!”

  She felt his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck.

  “Now!” A single massive thrust, and his cock plunged deep into her ass.

  Her orgasm shook her entire body. Reaching climax had always been hard for Eve, but not tonight. Not with Nash. She trembled, and the waves of pleasure pushed her forward.

  “O-Ohh!” they screamed in unison.

  She could feel his dick pulsing as he shot his liquid into her.

  Every cell inside her hummed with satisfaction. Slowly, her release settled back and her breathing eased up. Nash spooned her with his muscled body.

  After a several minutes, he flipped her on her back. The lights came on. His smile undid her. He pressed his lips lightly to hers. If she had a white flag, it would be waving right now. He deepened his kiss. Oh God!

  Releasing her mouth, his gaze locked onto her. “You’ve been untied for too long, sweet girl.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her wantonness rose back up inside her in an instant.

  As Nash trussed her up with her back pressed to the mattress, her mound to the air, Eve scanned his body. His dick lengthened right before her eyes, and his rock-solid chest rose and fell. He looked like a bull ready to take down an army of matadors. When he finished securing her, he slipped a finger back into her pussy.

  “I love your pussy. So tight and wet. Just the way I want it.”

  Suddenly, the door opened and slammed against the wall with a deafening thud.

  Nash leapt up, ready to face the intruder.

  Her blood turned icy. She turned to the door to see the danger.

  Eve blinked, and her heart clenched. “Kro!”

  Chapter 6

  10) The next morning, at the rising of the sun on the second day of the month of Asvina, the angel Rajiah appeared unto me, Timu. 11) Just as I had done the day before, I bowed low and said, “Mighty Rajiah, I am your humble servant.” 12) The angel said unto me, “Rise up bloodliner.” 13) I rose to my feet and said, “Why have you honored such a lowly mortal with your angelic presence once again?” 14) Rajiah did not answer but said, “Timu, I ask you, whom should mortals fear the most?” 15) I answered, “The demons and ifrit of the Dark.” 16) The angel said, “Tis true. Whom else?” I answered, “Please tell me, Rajiah, what power is more terrifying than the servants of hell.” 17) Rajiah spread his wings, flew into the air, circled above my head, and then shouted down to me, “Timu, you are the most courageous of all mortals in the world to ask the truth from me, a mighty angel of the Alliance. 18) Therefore, I will tell you whom to fear beyond drought and famine, storm and earthquake, demon and ifrit.” I watched as the angel flew higher into the sky. His last words that morning came like thunder. 19) “Hear my words lovers of the Light, fear the wrath of an angel.”

  The Book of Timu: Verses 10 through 19—Chapter 2

  * * * *

  The moment Eve saw Kronos in the doorway, her spirit lifted and she breathed a sigh of relief.

  He’s really alive. Nash told me the truth.

  But Kro didn’t look to her like a hero ready to save the day. Instead, he looked like a man capable of homicide. Staring directly at her, his eyes widened, then narrowed. His nostrils flared. The next instant he charged, bulldozing Nash into the far wall. The sound of the collision reverberated in the room.

  The two exchanged brutal punches, one after the other, but Kronos’s sudden surprise attack had given him a slight advantage, at least for the moment, enabling him to keep Nash, still naked, pinned to the wall.

  “Kro, what are you doing?” she asked. “Let him go.”

  “Sweetheart, I’ve known this creep a long time.” Kro held Nash by placing his forearm against his throat. “He’s getting what he deserves.”

  Her heart thudded hard in her chest. She hated for these two to fight over her. “I’m okay. Really, I am.”

  Kro turned back to her but kept his hold on Nash. “It doesn’t look like it to me. I’ve heard whispers over the years about this prick’s sexual tastes. Now I know those rumors were understated. He’s tied you up like a turkey ready for roasting.”

  God, was that how she looked? How else would he respond to such a scene, especially given what she knew about his style in the bedroom? Incredible, yes. His tender lovemaking always made her feel totally adored, like the fairy-tale princess she’d yearned to be as a child. He was a man who could give and give and give until her toes curled and her climax peaked in sensual waves that left her breathless.

  But bondage? No, Kro would never tolerate that.

  How could he ever understand the sinful side of her that responded to Nash’s lusty harshness and absolute dominance—providing an equally satisfying orgasm? Especially since she barely understood it herself.

  “I know what Eve needs, and your soft pillows and silk sheets aren’t going to cut it,” Nash choked out, and then punched Kro in the stomach.

  The blow almost worked to free him, as Kro jerked back but was somehow able to keep his hold on Nash.

  “You’ll pay for what you’ve done to her, asshole, I promise.”

  “Big words, warrior, especially since I’m your commanding officer. Or have you forgotten that?”

  Testosterone overloaded the room as the fight spun further out of control. She needed to act fast to stop them. Her entire body tightened with fear. “Stop antagonizing him, Nash. You think you know me. You don’t.” Softening her tone, she said, “Please, Kro, leave him alone. He didn’t hurt me.”

  He remained silent and kept his forearm at Nash’s throat.

  “Soldier, what exactly do you plan on doing to me?” Nash seemed poised for some kind of defensive response to Kronos’s treatment.

  To her, they seemed equally matched—at least enough to kill each other if she didn’t figure out how to diffuse the situation.

  “Damn it, what is wrong with you two? You’re acting like little boys.”

  “Listen to Eve. Either do something or let me go. My patience is running thin.”

  “I will.” Kro kept his one arm pressed hard against Nash, the other he stretched out to the side. Blue light shot out his hand then a sword appeared out of thin air.

  “What the hell?” Eve’s stomach tightened.

  Fists are one thing, but if Kro used magic to introduce weapons, things were about to get a whole lot more serious.

  “No, it’s not from hell.” Nash tilted his head. “But it can send me to
a place very much like it that we call the Ether. So, angel, are you taking off my head or not?”

  Kronos placed the sword tip at Nash’s chest. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

  Eve could almost feel the rage inside Kro. It was like a living thing.

  Nash folded his arms, closed his eyes, and leaned forward, stretching his neck. “Take your best shot, warrior.”

  She didn’t believe for one second that Nash was giving in. It seemed more like he was trying to gain an advantage by feigning defeat so he could then strike. If she didn’t stop this now, one—or both—would be dead.

  “Kro, if you do this, I’ll never forgive you.” Eve fought against her restraints until sweat dotted all over her skin.

  The sword tip didn’t move, but Kro turned his head back to her. “But if I don’t, I’ll never forgive myself. Look at you. How could he do that to you?”

  “It was really easy.” Nash shot his knee up into Kro’s groin.

  Kro stumbled backwards with a groan, swiping the sword in front of him wildly as wings popped out his back. “Y-You’ll regret…”

  Nash’s body turned the smoky green she’d seen before, but this time he held daggers in both his hands. Dread twisted her stomach. Both immortals were set on killing each other, all because of her.

  Before she could scream for them to stop, the door swung wide.

  David stepped into the room with his arms held straight out in front of him. Two bolts of blue light shot out from his hands. One went to Kro, the other to Nash. They wrapped around the two men, who struggled against the strange blue magic.

  Relief swept over Eve, and she let out a long, draining breath.

  “Are you two ready to stand down?” David smirked. “Or shall I show you what an archangel who sits on the Council of Seven can really do?”

  “Can you keep them restrained?” Eve asked.

  He pivoted toward her, and she noticed the corners of his mouth curve up into a wicked grin as he scanned her entire naked body.

  Her face burned. “I always knew you were a pervert.”

  He shrugged, turning his attention back to Nash and Kro.

  “David, will you at least untie me?”

  “No. Too busy at the moment.”

  “Will you two please tell him that you will not fight anymore, shake hands, and make up?”

  They didn’t speak or move. Upon a harder look, they appeared to her as if held in some kind of suspended animation.

  “Are they able to communicate, David?”

  “Yes, but not verbally?”

  “How then? ESP?”

  “Something like that.”

  The blue lights around Nash and Kro dimmed, and Eve detected slight movement from them. She turned to David. Sweat popped out on his forehead, as the archangel struggled to keep his magic bindings around the jinn and angel.

  “Sir?” Wright asked, stepping into the room. Behind him came Quade, seemingly confused.

  “I’ve got this.” David nodded toward them. “By the way, good job, Wright.”

  “What the hell did he do that was good?” Eve asked.

  “Unlike these two, he followed my orders. Then he let me know that Nash had stopped him and Quade from completing a tripling with you.”

  Eve remembered how she’d been lost to the lovemaking with Wright and Quade, dreaming that the two warriors on top of her weren’t unwanted assailants but were actually Kro and Nash. When she’d snapped out of the hypnotic hold and called Nash a coward, the man who’d rescued her from the demon’s van stopped the duo from continuing their assault on her body.

  She hadn’t given much thought about the trouble Nash would be in with David for stopping Wright and Quade just short of entering her depths. Now, she was seeing live and in person.

  “David, listen up. Nash saved me from this angelic prick from ripping my flesh off. I was scared, and he intervened. Got it?”

  David didn’t respond. Archangel or not, he’s a total asshole.

  At first, she’d thought the same about Nash. Now, though, she knew there was so much more to him underneath the steel surface. Even when he’d spanked her, she sensed he wanted to protect her, as well as possess her. Why? She didn’t know, but it thrilled her. A deep ache to be touched and kissed by Nash again rocketed through her body.

  I hope I get a chance to thank Nash. And wouldn’t it be wonderful to show Kro between the sheets that she’d forgiven him? Yet, if David had his way, she’d be the plaything for a number of his soldiers, and none of them the immortals she really wanted—Nash and Kro.

  Oh God! She realized now that the fantasy of making love with both of them at once had been brewing inside her since seeing them together in the basement of Zone Three.

  What would happen when David finally did release them? They wanted her, but not the way she envisioned. No. They wouldn’t ever be able to share her. So much for her dream of being with them both at the same time. Still, if she could figure out how to get them to let go of their hate for one another and work together, just maybe…

  What the hell am I thinking?

  Her head spun and her heart chugged. Sex with either of them could never happen again. Not worth the risk to her heart. Time to cut her losses and try and figure a way out of this total cluster fuck. The trick was controlling her desire for them—even though it still clawed at her insides.

  Wright’s gaze wandered over her body. “Sir, I’d be happy to fuck her for you now. She’s ready. I can smell her need.”

  “Bastard! Come one inch closer, and I swear you’ll regret it. You’re nothing but a cruel monster.” She was painfully aware of her current situation: naked, tied to a bed, and alone with five men in the room.

  The nasty Wright leered at her. “I like your fight, human.”

  “That’s enough.” Quade’s hand came down on Wright’s shoulder.

  The lascivious angel shook free of his friend’s hold. “Is that an order or a request? If the latter, forget it, Quade.”

  Eve was grateful for Quade’s attempt, but she wondered what it would take to shut Wright up.

  “Then listen to me, Wright.” Nash’s tone threatened. “Trust me, you won’t ever touch her again.”

  Wright jerked around toward Nash.

  David looked puzzled. “How did you break free of my spell?” More blue poured from his fingertips.

  Nash’s body remained motionless.

  Thank God for Nash. Her shoulders relaxed, if only slightly.

  It might be foolish to try to make a case to prove to David Wright’s intentions had nothing to do with obedience, but she had to try. If she couldn’t, the archangel might let him fuck her. “David, did this angel also tell you that Kronos was here?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t know.” The creep glared at her.

  She kept her gaze on David. “You had no idea until you walked in that Kronos had beaten you here?”

  “True.” David’s breathing seemed labored.

  “I doubt that there weren’t some kind of magical alarms going off somewhere. Isn’t this sorry excuse for an angel supposed to be one of your finest? Doesn’t that include guard duty? You said that I’m important. Well, this one either turned a blind eye, or the prick isn’t a very good soldier.”

  “Interesting assumptions, Eve.” David looked as if he might be considering her argument. Thank God!

  Wright’s mouth opened to say something, but then clamped shut.

  Eve felt pleased that she’d gotten to him, but thought best to stop the needling. She had more pressing things concerning her at the moment, like figuring a way out of this disaster.

  Another man sauntered in, wearing a gray Italian suit. He looked to be mid-forties, but with this crowd, appearances were more than deceiving.

  Great. Now six men and little naked me. The odds were worsening.

  She spat out, “Did one of you bring a pole for me to dance around?”

  “Not a bad idea,” Wright mocked.

>   Her gut tightened. Though difficult, Eve thought that she better keep her sarcastic remarks to herself, or she might suffer worse consequences than she could imagine.

  Though she knew it to be a waste of energy, she couldn’t resist pulling at Nash’s ties. She needed to be free. Damn! The restraints held, as she knew they would. No change to her situation. Still a hostage. A dreadful shiver skated down her back.

  “Parkor, what are you doing here?” After David called the man by name, the others fell to their knees.

  Who the hell is he?

  “As you were.” The man moved over to the bed.

  He leaned down close to her face, looking like a biology student studying a frog about to be dissected. His breath smelled of stale cigar smoke.

  “Steady on, David.” Parkor’s accent held a high brow British timbre. “I’m only taking a look at your latest catch, this little bloodliner.”

  Eve stared up at the guy. “Will you get out of my face, asshole?”

  Parkor grinned then straightened up. “David, are you losing control of your force?”

  “Not your concern. North America is my worry, and Europe is yours.”

  No wonder David acted so high and mighty. Made sense to her now, knowing he was the angelic top dog of an entire continent. Still, she would never give him a curtsy or bow. Once a prick, always a prick.

  “True, but given your territory seems to be, bloody hell… how shall I say… in play, the others on the council thought it best for me to make a visit.”

  “Ramon would’ve been a better choice to send to me.”

  “He’s busy dealing with earthquakes generated by the darklings in Chile and Peru.”

  David snorted.

  Parkor put his arm around Quade, who looked surprised. “I think you can release your men now. They couldn’t be stupid enough to try something with me here and you, too, of course. What’s your name, son?”

  “Quade, sir.” The jinn looked rattled and in shock.

  David’s face darkened. “He’s my soldier, Parkor, not yours. Back off.”

  Clearly, David and Parkor didn’t care for each other, but David did lower his hands. The blue light around Kro and Nash faded.

  Kro rushed to her side, untying the restraints. Next, he positioned himself between the bed and the others, to shield her naked body from their view. The man always knew just how to make her feel treasured.