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

by Captivation (lit)

  “Please—”

  He assaulted her lips with his own, silencing her. His tongue danced with hers, pushing in deep.

  “Lose yourself to me, sweetheart.” His cock ached for the warm tightness he tasted with his mouth. He lapped up her juices, like a man with a desert-like thirst.

  “Tonight, let me make love to you, my love.” His heart pounded hard, and his breathing sped up.

  His blue power pulsed hot inside him. Coupling provided no energy, but it was no matter. He was here for pleasure, hers and his, nothing more.

  He moved up on top of her. Her hands left his shoulders and fisted the sheets. Her head moved side to side as passion’s delirium engulfed her. He stared down at her. Her beauty bowled him over. Her hazel eyes hazy from desire pulled at him.

  When his cock touched her slick folds, it took incredible willpower not to plunge into her with one stroke. He wanted her even hotter, panting with ecstasy.

  “You’ve totally captivated me, Eve, my love.”

  He felt her shiver against him, but she responded with whimpers, letting him know how close she was to coming. He sensed she was still holding back, not enough to push away her coming orgasm, but just enough to keep him out of her most secret places.

  Why won’t you open up?

  Slowly sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, he brought her closer to the edge of release, his own lust growling for a conclusion. Eve wrapped her legs around his hips, and he threaded his hands into her soft red hair.

  She cried out, “Kro, do it! I can’t bear it anymore.”

  Resistance no longer possible, he unchained the lusty beast inside him. “I’m going to drive my hard cock deep inside your beautiful pussy.”

  Her eyes blinked, widened, then shut tight. A stream of tears poured out from them.

  His body vibrated with desire. He shifted his hips forward, driving his dick into her slickness. The warmth around his shaft urged him in deeper.

  Her head rolled from side to side, and she bit her lip.

  “You’re so tight.” He pounded deeper into her. Harder and harder. “You feel so good.” He slid his hands down her soft sides, slow and easy. Her skin felt like the softest silk.

  Eve pounded the bed with her fists. “Y-yesss.”

  Like a rolling earthquake, her thrashing intensified as she lost herself to the orgasm he’d given her. His strokes inside her pussy sped. His orgasm inched forward. He wanted to hold back to make this moment last. Alone. Together. He clenched his teeth and tried to slow.

  “Fill me up, Kro. P-Please…”

  That lit the short fuse, and in one final thrust he drilled his dick deep into her slippery pussy. He felt her clench her womb around his cock.

  “Eve, I’m gonna come!”

  She felt like a live wire of heat and movement. “Y-Yesss!”

  As he shot into her depths, his body stiffened. He felt her shivering underneath him from the orgasm exploding inside her.

  For several minutes they stayed wrapped together like a hot pretzel. The afterglow of their lovemaking thrilled him. He rolled off her onto his side and walked his fingers over her body. Her breathing relaxed, if only a bit.

  She opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, Kro. That was amazing.”

  He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I love you, Eve.”

  “I know, and it should be easy for me to say that I do, too. It isn’t.”

  Even though not surprised by her words, they still stung him to the core. “Why?” Nash. That’s why.

  “I know that most believe women should be able to say those three words easier than men. For me, though, it isn’t true.”

  He took her hand and squeezed. “I know you’ve had heartache, honey. But you wouldn’t with me. I’m here.”

  “For now, yes. But what if…”

  “Shh. I don’t want you to worry about anything. If you have power, we’ll figure that out. If you don’t, I’ll take care of everything. I promise you. I’ll never let you down again. You’ll be safe with me.”

  She choked back a sob. “Kro, you’re amazing. I want to, but I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I’ve asked too much from you. But I promise, I’ll find a way for you to be brave enough to admit to me what I already know is true—that you do love me.”

  * * * *

  22) Timu, I say unto you, “The mortal who drinks a demon’s blood to find eternal life becomes undead and will forever live in darkness.”

  The Book of Timu: Verses 22—Chapter 2

  * * * *

  Connor Grafton sat in the largest room on the top floor of the skyscraper bearing his name. It looked like what one would expect for the office of the top executive of a multi-national corporation: rich, rare wood furnishings, expensive paintings and sculptures, a wall of shelves filled with leather-bound books, and floor-to-ceiling textured silk drapes.

  Only a few things looked out of context: the set of free weights, a punching bag, antique pinball machines—and Connor himself.

  A giant of a man at six-foot-six, wearing only sneakers and shorts, his naked muscled chest heaved, glistening from the sweat of his workout. His blue-gray eyes could hypnotize in an instant. His dark hair would be a thrill for any woman’s fingers to touch.

  He wiped his forehead with a white towel, and then he sat in the high-back, leather executive chair and started signing the papers his secretary had left on his desk earlier. He looked at the clock on the wall by the door. 5:33 pm. He hated daylight savings time.

  Two hours left until dark.

  Most would guess him to be in his early-thirties, but they would be wrong. Connor had been born in the winter of 1718. Most of his long life was thanks to the Dark.

  If the light-blocking drapes had been opened, the sunlight would have flooded into the office from two exterior walls of windows, burning him to ashes.

  Connor remembered enjoying the sunrise and sunset from his cottage in the village of Falmouth, in what later became Portland, Maine. Since his turning, he’d been unable to call up an image of the daytime orb from memory. Now he depended on movies and photos to remind him of what it looked like.

  A massive sphere of black flames exploded in front of his desk. When the fire receded, the one he hated more than any other materialized before him—Vincorte, the archdemon.

  Though the office was dimly lit, the demon didn’t remove his mirrored sunglasses. He wore a designer suit customized to fit his muscled frame perfectly.

  Connor stood and lowered his eyes slightly, as was expected of him. “Master.”

  Then he waited, calculating how long it would take to get his Berretta from his desk drawer. It wouldn’t kill the archdemon, but it would slow him down, perhaps enough for Connor to escape. But to where? And for how long?

  “As you were.”

  Being acknowledged, he was free to look up. He studied the man standing before him, hoping to see any sign of weakness. But as always, there was none.

  The archdemon could walk on any sidewalk in the world and fool passersby into thinking he was a human. Still, heads would turn due to Vincorte’s air of royalty, wealth, looks that dazzled and confused, and his unflappable charm.

  “Shall I sit?” Not waiting for Connor to answer, Vincorte took a seat in one of the chairs meant for clients and guests. The monster was neither. “Have you located the Alliance’s Ranch?”

  “I’ve been able to pin it down to three possibilities. Two are in Montana. One is in Oklahoma. The Alliance purchased all of these through a dummy corporation several years ago.”

  Vincorte lowered his glasses on his nose, revealing his steel blue eyes. “I grow weary of your incompetence, vampire.”

  A blast of black hit Connor on the chest, knocking him to the back wall. Connor stood up, but never looked directly at Vincorte. Though he wanted to charge into the creature and hammer him with punches, Connor was no fool. The demon had pulled Connor’s leash taut more than once to p
rove who really called the shots. Though he dreamed of being free of the bastard, he doubted he ever would be.

  “Give me just one more night. I’ll know which one holds what you want.”

  “I no longer need you to figure out the location.”

  “My lord?”

  “Someone else has told me where another bloodliner and the pregnant woman is. I’ll have all of the bloodliners very soon.”

  “Excellent, Master.”

  “What I need from you is to put together a special holding place for them. Do you understand?”

  Connor’s gut clenched. He did.

  Chapter 10

  When Eve heard the door open, she looked up.

  Nash glared at her and Kro. He sat down the large case he carried, and then jerked Eve’s angel off the bed away from her.

  Startled, Kro’s wings materialized. “You may outrank me, but when it comes to Eve—”

  “Are you nuts? Snuggling?” Nash turned and pointed an accusing finger at her. “You were supposed to rest so that we could triple and try to activate your power again.”

  His tone stung her. “Stop it!” She jumped to her feet, grabbed the robe, and wrapped it around her.

  Nash’s stare darkened. “Damn it, neither of you seems to understand. Time is running out. There are only six days and nights left before David takes you away.”

  “I won’t let him,” Kro stated flatly, as his wings disappeared.

  “What are you going to do about it, soldier? Steal her away? You really think David hasn’t considered that and made preparations for just such a possibility. Kronos, David is no fool.”

  Eve sat back down on the bed. “Kro, you can’t. I won’t let you.”

  He sat down next to her. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and with me.”

  Running from the truth would only serve up a foul dish that none of them would want to consume.

  “And if the two aren’t compatible? Safety and me being with you?”

  “I’ll make sure they are.”

  She shook her head. “You can’t.”

  “But I won’t lose you again.” He cupped her chin. “It would kill me.”

  Nash took a seat on the other side, taking her hand in his. “Then we better do what we came her to do.”

  Eve loved how protective they both were of her, but still her heart broke in two, believing their lovemaking would come to an inevitable end. “But it didn’t work, Nash. I may not have any power.”

  “I really doubt that.”

  She lost heart, and her shoulders sagged. “Why?”

  “Because I’ve never met any woman like you before. The power must be inside you just like it is in your cousin. I sense it, and so does Kronos.”

  “He’s right, sweetheart.”

  “We just have to find the key to unlock it, little one.”

  She couldn’t give in to false hope, no matter how much she wanted to. “What if Eric’s information was wrong? What if we aren’t related?”

  Kro laughed. “Not possible. The moment I saw you two together, I knew. You look enough alike to pass for sisters.”

  “Then why hasn’t my power been activated?”

  Kro grabbed her free hand. “That’s a great question, sweetheart. Why do you think it hasn’t?”

  “When I was alone with Micki and Brooke, Micki told me that her bloodline energy went into overdrive the moment she got near Jared and Bradley.”

  “You’re not her.” Nash gently squeezed her hand that he still held.

  “No, I’m not.” Tears welled up, knowing she might lose Nash and Kro in six days.

  Kro brought her hand up to his lips, then whispered, “But you’re just as special… and to me, your so much more.”

  Nash stroked her hair. “Eve doesn’t believe that. She also doesn’t trust herself, especially with us.”

  Again, her jinn peered into her with such perceptive accuracy that it sent a shiver up her spine. Secrets would be impossible to keep from Nash.

  “How do we get her to believe in us, jinn?”

  Eve snapped her head back to Kro. He is actually agreeing to work with Nash. Why? So they could dig deep into her and make her face her worst fear—losing them no matter how much they cared for her or she for them.

  “Kronos, you have to trust me. She’s still closed to us. I’ve seen how she responds to your tenderness, but it isn’t enough. You know that, too.”

  Kro didn’t say a word, but she suspected he agreed with him.

  Nash continued, “She’s too strong, too closed for that to work.”

  “I’ve known you for many decades, first blade. I think I know where you’re going with this.”

  Eve felt her blood pressure rising. “I don’t. I also don’t care for being talked about by two guys like I’m not in the room.”

  “I’m never unaware of your presence.” Nash studied her for a moment then continued, “But you need to be peeled back. Those layers are so thick and old that you can’t break free of them yourself.”

  “Let’s do it your way, Nash.” Kro stood like a matador heading to the ring. “It has to work.”

  “It will, angel.”

  “Do I have any say here or not?” But she already knew the answer.

  Nash leaned over and kissed her. “Eve, you leave everything to us.”

  Kro squeezed her thigh. “We can’t just get her power activated. She also has to bind to us.”

  “She will.” Nash’s confidence thrilled her. Her body was already buzzing and on the edge.

  Before she could interject with an argument, he gently pushed her, fixing her back to the bed. She shivered as he tied her up with the sheet strips he’d used before.

  “Strip her, Kronos.”

  He nodded, stood and waved his hands over her. The robe vanished, and the cool air chilled her skin, causing her to tremble.

  “Please, guys, this isn’t going to work. I know it.”

  “You’re wrong.” Nash rose from the bed. “Besides, sweet girl, you must not speak unless spoken to. Remember? Kronos, hand me the largest paddle out of that case.”

  Largest? She gulped, knowing that he would burn her bottom.

  Kro handed a large black paddle over to him.

  Eve felt a lump in her throat.

  Nash stared down at her, his face full of determination and strength. “So far, you’ve earned yourself a few licks from this paddle. Keep talking, and I will keep adding to it. Your only response is ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir,’ unless we ask you a question that can’t be answered that way and then you still address us as Sir. Understand?”

  His powerful will blasted into her. How could she refuse him? She didn’t think she could. But if he got to the crux of her fear, what then? Oh God, she didn’t want to feel that loss again.

  “Answer him!” Kro demanded.

  Heat rolled through her like a wild fire. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m adding more slaps to your ass for your punishment for hesitating to answer.” Nash’s tone transfixed her, steady and strong. “Help me roll her over on her stomach, Kronos.”

  They flipped her over and tightened her restraints, shaping her body into an X with her arms and legs spread out.

  X marks the spot.

  “Are we going to blindfold her again, Nash?”

  “Do you want to, soldier?”

  Kro didn’t answer, but must’ve nodded or made some kind of gesture to Nash saying that he did want her blindfolded. She didn’t know which, but when her sight ended as the thing covered her eyes, that was when she knew that he had.

  Smack!

  The sting of the paddle smarted. Eve fisted the sheets and buried her head in the pillow. One down. Only they knew how many were left. But another spank didn’t come.

  Four hands kneaded her ass so gently, taking away the sting.

  Smack!

  She bit her lip. Back came the burn. Her mind went more quickly into the serene paradise of her two immortals making. Thoughts dri
fted and quieted.

  Again, hands massaged everything away. She felt wetness between her legs from the treatment.

  Hands off. She braced herself.

  Smack!

  “Good, Eve. Very good.”

  Nash’s words thrilled her. God, she wanted to please him.

  Now their hands massaged more than just her ass; they massaged her back, legs, and shoulders. Every knotted up muscle got worked on. Tension slipped out of her like warm syrup onto buttered pancakes.

  Smack!

  Was that number four or five? She’d lost count.

  She felt warm oil applied to her back and shoulders. One of her immortals rubbed more deeply than before. The other kissed the soft spot behind her knees.

  “You’re doing great,” Kro whispered in her ear, causing gooseflesh to pop up on her skin.

  Nash is kissing my legs!

  Her mind spun, and her body ached for more. When she felt them both stop the tenderness, she bit down hard on the pillow.

  Smack!

  How many more? She’d totally lost count, but started not to care. Could she trust them? Really trust them? How she wanted to.

  Smack!

  “Wait, you didn’t massage me first. I mean…Sir.”

  “Just like I thought, you were in your head. You just earned some more. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Oh God. How much more could she take of their warming her up, pushing her higher, bringing the paddle down hard, and pulling her back.

  Smack!

  Though her backside burned, the pain didn’t overwhelm her, but their tenderness between the paddlings did.

  Kro threaded his hands in her hair while nibbling her earlobes. Nash spread her cheeks wide and dove into her with his tongue while his fingers moved to her swollen folds and found her clit. Eve felt a moan of pure satisfaction slip past her lips. An orgasm crept up and started to take hold of her.

  Smack! Her pending climax retreated from the sting to the recesses of her body.

  “No, Eve. This is important. You cannot come until I say so. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Bit by bit, they were ripping her resistance to shreds. Part of her wanted them to undo her, but another part clawed at her insides like a cornered rabid she-wolf.

  Smack!

  The bite of the paddle burned her backside.