Blake, Abby - Traitor [Altered Destinies 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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They’d also found that the old man wasn’t alone in his beliefs. Several others had made detailed notes also. A couple of them, Davin was relieved to note, had already been arrested, and one had been shot dead. Did it say something about him that he didn’t care that the man was dead?
“You should get some sleep,” Sandra said as she came back into the main room.
“Not without you, beautiful,” Darrick said with a shake of his head. Ever since learning that he was assigned to the room that had been Sandra’s before their arrival, his brother had been flirting with the pretty blonde. The more she’d rebuffed him, the more outrageous his proposals had become. Davin might have been embarrassed by his brother’s behavior if he hadn’t sensed just how close Sandra was to giving in.
“Fine. Whatever. I’m too tired to argue.” Davin raised his gaze to Sandra’s, sensing his brother’s similar reaction. They could both feel her emotions. Yes, she was tired, but she was also tired of sleeping alone. Davin half expected Darrick to leap from the chair, scoop her into his arms, and run for the bedroom, but instead he did the opposite.
He stood slowly and then closed the distance between them at a casual pace. He stopped in front of Sandra, not touching, not crowding her in any way.
“Are you okay?”
She looked surprised by the question, but nodded as she answered. “Just tired.”
He leaned over and tucked back a hair that had escaped from her braid. “Then it will do us all good to get some rest.” He slung an arm over her shoulders and gave Davin a quick look before leading her from the room.
Davin sat in his chair as unexpected jealousy spread through him. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t be welcome—he sensed that Sandra actually wanted to sleep between them—but he felt angry his new gift had stolen his ability to touch someone as casually as Darrick had just touched Sandra.
“Davin?” Sandra asked telepathically. Even though she couldn’t sense their emotions, she’d become rather adept at knowing what they were thinking. He was actually beginning to wonder if her telepathic skills were stronger than she’d led them to believe.
“I’ll be there is a few minutes,” he said as he bookmarked the file he’d been reading and shut the computer down.
* * * *
Sandra couldn’t help the feeling that she was letting her own past and needs interfere with her work, but when Darrick sat her on the edge of the bed and started to undo her braid, she gave in to the soothing his warm touch evoked. She sighed softly as he threaded his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp lightly.
“Please don’t sigh like that, beautiful. I’m about at my limit of chivalrous and fast moving toward that guy who wants to throw you on the bed and ravish you until you’re screaming my name in ecstasy.”
Liquid heat rushed through her veins as wicked images of what they could do together filled her mind. He groaned again, perhaps collecting some of her carelessly guarded thoughts, but his hands remained steady as he continued to massage down her neck and over her shoulders.
“Of course, if you want to fulfill any of those naughty thoughts, you just have to say the word.”
She should have laughed. She should have moved away and told him to go to his own room. She should have done something else, anything else, other than turn around and press her mouth to his. His arms slid around her slowly, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips as she pressed closer even as she tried to tell herself not to.
She almost felt like she was melting by the time he pulled away. He pushed her jacket away from her shoulders, the material sliding down her arms to pool behind her. Then he undid the buttons on her conservative white shirt. She gasped in surprise as Davin undid the clasp on her bra. How the hell had she missed him entering the room?
Panic spread through her. How could she protect them if she wasn’t fully alert? It was her job to keep these men safe. She shouldn’t even be considering having sex with them. And that’s all it could be—hot, sweaty, probably enormously satisfying sex—but still just sex with two men she barely knew.
“You’re off duty,” Darrick said as Davin helped her into the top half of her pajamas. “But you’re also very tired and maybe not thinking very clearly.”
“Obviously,” she said with a jaw-cracking yawn, “if I’m letting you two hear my thoughts.” It wasn’t until Darrick chuckled that she realized how insulting that must have sounded. “I didn’t mean—”
But Davin cut her off with a soft kiss. “We know what you meant. Get some rest. Things will be clearer in the morning.”
She nodded, feeling more weary than she could remember. There had been a time when combat naps had been enough to keep her going for several weeks, but barely four days into her assignment and she was ready to sleep for a week.
“Combat naps?” Darrick asked, sounding outraged. “You’re not the only agent assigned to protect us. You should have been getting a full night’s sleep. Every damn night!” He drew her into his embrace and shuffled up the bed until they lay spooned together.
Davin undid her slacks and slid them down her legs. It seemed he didn’t trust himself to touch her underwear as he quickly pulled her pajama bottoms on and then lay down on the bed in front of her. “I should turn you over and tan your hide for being so damned stubborn.”
“I might like that,” she said sleepily, smiling as she derailed the rest of his lecture. She knew she shouldn’t be flirting, but it felt so nice to be wanted. With Davin and Darrick around she somehow felt more attractive, more feminine than she had in a very long time.
“We’ll see what we can do—after you get some sleep.” Darrick rubbed a hand over her backside and sent images of her tied facedown, her ass in the air, Darrick and Davin taking turns to spank her to orgasm. She moaned with need, her body softening just at the thought of their brand of punishment.
Davin laughed, pressed a kiss to her lips, and said, “Get some sleep, temptress.”
And, despite how much her body tingled all over, she felt exhaustion pulling her into unconsciousness.
* * * *
Darrick held the exhausted woman in his arms and managed to resist the urge to press his hard cock against the soft flesh of her ass. But she took away his resolve when she pressed back against him, sighed, and then snuggled even closer. Even in sleep the woman tempted him.
“Have you ever believed the hype about empaths knowing their mate when they find them?”
“Not really,” Davin replied. “But I’m starting to wonder if there is a kernel of truth to the stories.”
“Do you think she could be the one for us?” There had never been any doubt in either of their minds that they would share one woman. They’d only doubted that they’d ever meet her. Darrick’s arms tightened around Sandra instinctively as he realized they were finally in a situation where they could offer a woman a decent future. Could their attraction to Sandra simply be a mix of relief and hormones? Were they imagining everything simply because she was here?
Davin looked annoyed at Darrick’s train of thought, but didn’t vehemently deny it like Darrick had been hoping. Irrationally irritated, he closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep.
* * * *
Davin’s hands itched. It felt like he’d closed his eyes for only a few minutes, but the clock clearly showed nearly six hours had passed. He flexed his fingers inside the soft leather gloves. He’d grown used to wearing them all day, but he’d been taking them off to sleep. As much as he would like to, he didn’t dare take them off with Sandra so close. He wanted to know her, really know her, but that didn’t mean he would use such an intrusive ability to shortcut the process.
“Do you have any idea how you might be able to control it?” He’d thought she was asleep, so after a moment of startled silence he gave her a one-sided smile and shrugged.
“I was thinking practice will probably help, but I’m not sure anyone would willingly submit to having their memories plundered.” She nodded her head slightly in
agreement.
“You said the other day that you only retain memories of the memories you watched.”
“That’s right. It’s almost like seeing file folders in your head. I sort of have an idea of what’s in each folder, but I don’t really know until I open it up and have a look.”
“So it’s all random?”
“I don’t think so. Maybe a little erratic, but the other day when I thought about the first memory I had of Jason being ordered to kill you, the scene I wanted started playing inside my head. The memory seemed fuzzy and disjointed at first—like you’d been sedated?” She nodded. “But then Jason was telling you to wake up and everything made sense. Even the part where he urged you to shoot him.”
She nodded again. “I sure hope I never need to do that again.” He hoped so, too. He’d felt her fear in the memory—fear for Jason not for herself—and he felt the stab of guilt that spiked in her emotions now. “What about Darrick? He’d be the logical choice to practice on.”
“Except that I suspect he and I keep far more from each other than we’re willing to admit. I didn’t tell Darrick I’d been sending information to The Agency, and I had no idea he’d squirrelled away flash drives full of information. We’re close, but I suspect that we’ve both been trying to protect each other with our silence.”
“Spilling our secrets?” a rough voice asked from behind Sandra. Darrick’s large hand slid up the front of Sandra’s pajamas and caressed the soft swell of her breast as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.” His fingers slid over and over her breast, the nipple peaking at his touch, the hard nub clearly defined against the soft material. “I can think of far more interesting things for the three of us to do.”
* * * *
Sandra couldn’t help herself. She moaned and writhed at Darrick’s soft touch. It was so close to the dreams she’d had every night since they’d moved in that it was hard not to imagine what might come next.
Davin leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Tell us to stop.”
She smiled at the concern on his face. “Why?”
“Because, if you keep smiling at me like that, things are going to happen.”
“And if I want them to happen?”
Darrick laughed as his hand traveled lower, briefly caressing the soft skin of her stomach before sliding over her mound and cupping her intimately. “In that case,” he whispered in her ear, “lose the pajamas.”
She nodded, wriggling to help as both men stripped her sleepwear away. She tried to help them out of their clothes, but Darrick held her hands behind her back as Davin kissed her slowly. She moaned at the need that curled through her. Being completely naked while both men were still fully clothed seemed strangely erotic.
Darrick’s free hand traveled over her back, her ass, her thighs, the light touch scorching her skin and leaving arousal in its wake. Over and over Davin kissed her, finally deepening the contact and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She cried out as a hand—she didn’t know whose—cupped her breast and pinched the nipple hard. The heat from the intense sting seemed to streak like an electrical current straight to her clit.
“Condoms?” Darrick asked in a husky voice before sucking her earlobe into his mouth and caressing the trapped flesh with his tongue.
“T–Top drawer,” she managed to force past her lips. Thank heavens Dana had given them to her as a gag housewarming gift. Although, considering how much Dana wanted her to be happy, maybe they hadn’t quite been the joke everyone had thought them.
Darrick rolled away, returning a moment later to hand the unopened box to Davin. While Davin wrestled with the packaging, Darrick rolled her toward him then kissed her with all the passion she’d dreamed these two men would possess. He thrust his tongue into her mouth over and over mimicking what they both wanted, both needed.
She felt Davin move away, could hear him taking off his clothes. She gasped as Darrick pushed her onto her back, his hand tangling in the curls surrounding her clit, his touch light, teasing, her body aching, needy. She heard the tearing sound of the condom wrapper, Davin’s soft groan as he rolled it onto his cock, his teasing laugh as he pushed her legs wide and replaced his brother’s fingers with his tongue.
She squirmed, the sensation too intense, her need too urgent, her breath catching as orgasm curled closer. “Please,” she whispered, her need for these men overwhelming all else.
“Shhh, honey, we’ll take care of you,” Davin said telepathically as he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, the action unexpected, the shock making her wriggle against their combined hold.
“Please,” she said on a whimper. Darrick pinched her nipples, the aching buds sending bursts of heat straight to her clit. Davin doubled his efforts, his tongue, his fingers, his lips driving her to the brink of madness.
“Come for us, beautiful,” Darrick said with a soft kiss. She nodded, as if eager to follow his order, surprising herself with her willingness to submit to them. But then heat exploded through her midsection, and she gasped for air. Every muscle shook with her ecstasy, the shivering, rolling, roller-coaster sensation stealing her sanity as it went on and on.
Davin licked her pussy like ice cream, the warm soothing motion easing her through the intense sensations. He continued to suckle her swollen flesh as she finally relaxed against the mattress. Darrick pressed soft kisses to her face as she panted and tried to catch her breath.
She felt Davin move, the head of his cock pressing against her wide-open pussy. She wrapped her arm around Darrick, pulling him closer, the incredible sensation of kissing one man while another pushed into her pussy indescribable.
He slowly worked his way into her willing flesh, the tight fit making her gasp as her lower half tingled and orgasm spiraled closer once more. Fully seated in her pussy, he leaned forward, pushed his brother out of the way, and kissed her. Deep drugging kisses, the taste of her own cream still on his lips making the strangely ordinary position seem deeply erotic.
Davin moved, pulling from her pussy, his thick cock rubbing over a spot inside her that she had never noticed before. He slid back in, his dick perfectly angled to roll over that part once more. He placed his hands on her hips, pushing her ass deeper into the mattress, angling her pelvis differently so that his cock rubbed harder over that incredibly sensitive flesh.
She moaned, unable to hold back the passionate noise. She had barely a moment to see the grin on Darrick’s face before Davin started to move faster, each pass over that spot sending her arousal into the stratosphere. Again and again he thrust into her, only to rasp over the most sensitive flesh as he pulled out.
Darrick caressed her stomach with his hand, the warm soothing touch in counterpoint to the hard, deep thrusts from Davin. She was gasping, aching, pleading with her body for the release only these two men could give her when Davin suddenly sped up, his movements more powerful, more forceful, more amazing.
The shivering started, her entire body vibrating as if an electric current ran through her. Her thighs quivered, her arms shook, her hands trembled. She let out a cry, a scream that shocked her, the noise unmistakable as ecstasy. He fucked her harder, faster, his hands holding her down, her body his to pleasure.
Finally, the dam broke. Heat flooded through her. The melting feeling disorientating as Davin thrust deep one last time and held still. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his release seeming as intense as her own. Together they lay there gasping for air, as exhaustion began winding through her.
Davin moved carefully, pulling his cock from her pussy, kissing her sensuously even as he lifted off her. A strong hand around her ankle took her by surprise, and she yelped as Darrick pulled her toward the end of the bed. She hadn’t even seen him move, but he stood there, grinning at her, his clothes gone, his cock hard and condom covered.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, thrust into her hard and fast. He ground the heel of his hand against her mound, the hard massage catching her swoll
en clit and throwing her over the edge once more. She grunted, the incredible and unexpected climax pounding through her even as he fucked her harder.
In and out, he held her thighs tight, holding her still for his fucking, refusing to let her retreat, stamping her with his possession. Her pussy grabbed at him, her ass quivering as both men sent her mental images of how they wanted to take her together.
She cried out again as liquid heat wound through her, moaning as the sensation went on and on. Darrick grunted as he came, his expression blissful as his cock throbbed inside her. Carefully he lowered onto her, pressing his hard chest against her aching breasts as he kissed her with lazy sensuality. Finally he withdrew from her, holding the end of the condom close to his body so that it wouldn’t spill.
“Back in a moment,” he said breathlessly.
Darrick lowered her legs as he stepped away, and Sandra left them where they fell, too tired to move, too exhausted even to think of crawling back onto the bed properly. Davin laughed, leaned over, and pulled her up to the pillows.
“Do you feel like a bath?”
“Maybe later,” she sent telepathically, breathing too hard to be able to make coherent words out loud.
Darrick climbed onto the bed behind her, spooning against her as she laid her head on Davin’s chest. “That was amazing,” he said against her ear.
“Yes,” she agreed even as exhaustion pulled her back into sleep.
* * * *
Davin tried not to touch Sandra’s hands. Now that the passion was cooling he felt guilty for taking the gloves off without discussing it with Sandra first. It had seemed the thing to do at the time, and even though he’d managed to control the memory download, it was still a risk he shouldn’t have taken without her consent.
It would seem that hand-to-hand contact made his skill far stronger. Or maybe it was the passion that had dulled the ability. Either way he felt the need to explain and apologize.