Ishtar Anomaly
(book 3 of the Sinnis Series)
by Natalie Gibson
Copyright © 2012 by Natalie Gibson
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Printed in the United States of America
First Published, May 2012
Kindle Direct Publishing
Cover Art and Design by Eric Gibson
~Dedications~
To You, the reader,
I know there are literally millions of other books you could have chosen. Thank you for picking up mine and giving it a chance. I really love writing and the more you download, the longer I can keep doing it.
~WARNING~
If you are under 18 please do not read any further, and return this book immediately.
This is a sexually explicit paranormal romance. I would call it erotica except it really is a love story. It just happens to be between three people.
Scenes of mild BDSM, m/f/m and m/m/f follow. This is my dirtiest book to date. Enjoy at your own risk. You have been warned.
Chapter 1
Nanae Raphael started drinking again. After years without, he had once again given in to temptation. It was her fault. She had come in here with that intoxicating scent. One whiff and years of self denial went right out the window. He could stop anytime, he told himself. He just didn't want to.
Her blood was unlike any he could remember. Her body called out to him. She was his Sinnis Ina Ummum Zumru and he had recognized her as soon as she'd walked in the room. He guessed it was her near exclusive exposure to the heightened power of the holy capacitors that had kept her existence and location from him. She spent every day with them, seeing to their every discomfort. If only he had known about her before he made his vow.
His words replayed in his mind, taunting him. “I will see the One through her eighteenth year. On that day you will give me death or I will give in to my Hunger. Either way, that will be my last as a Nephilim. I swear it on my mother's body.”, he had said. No use fretting about it now. An oath sworn by a Nephilim on the body of a mother was unbreakable. Nanae's beast within his depths, enlivened by the promise of freedom, stretched, testing Nanae's leash, and found that his oath had put a weakness in the chain. He had felt it and Ereshkigal had seen it. The beast knew that if continual pressure was put on that leash, it would break. Come to me on that day and I will allow you to meet the final death with your honor intact, the First had said to him. There would be no escape, but eighteen years is a long time, for a human. Or a Nephilim who had lost control of his Hunger. His Sinnis, Camilla Tharese Brewster Lovejoy, would survive him. She would survive him if he could refrain from killing her, if he could keep his Hunger beast from recognizing her as his Sinnis.
She was tiny with a wealth of blond hair the same color as his. Striking with minimal effort, her hair was all the same length, like she hadn't bothered to cut it in years. A petite pixie with small but perfect breasts and a heart shaped butt, her legs were short but shapely, ending with thin ankles and delicate feet. She wore no makeup, but her fiery green eyes and pink mouth gave her face all the color she needed. Her lips were thin but well shaped. With a top lip almost as long as the bottom one, her smile was wide and barely upturned at the corners. She had a dimple on one side. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, blue veins and pink arteries were prominent. The beast had called for her death, her immediate draining and Nanae had almost given in. Ereshkigal's Law be damned; no one should smell that delicious.
Then she'd spoken.
He would have given her anything after hearing that voice. She was asking for something only he could give her and he couldn't deny her. She wanted a baby. She was a Panacea Primo for the Daughters of Women. Since she came from the same maternal line as he, she could be none other than a healer. Her ability was different from his though. There were almost no limits to what he could heal. Hers manifested itself as the ability to remove any abnormality from the human bodies around her. It was very handy for curing cancer and infections but could not differentiate between a tumor and a desired pregnancy.
That was where he would come in. Camilla was fairly certain she could conceive but needed him to block her natural ability. She needed him to hold the pregnancy to her until it was a viable age, able to survive life outside her body. He had agreed. He wished his seed carried the spark of life but Nephilim could not procreate that way. A human man would have to provide.
This service would cost her. He had told her the price and she'd agreed. It was reasonable, she said. Little did she know. There was nothing reasonable about what he would demand from her. He had only taken a few drops, just a taste really, to seal the deal. It had been almost impossible to reign the beast back. Would he be able to do it next time?
***
Israel slipped one hand under the hem of Camilla's dress. Between her thighs his fingers found their prize and she opened her legs to a wider stance to give him better access. His other hand slid up the swell of her hip savoring the soft feel of her skin under the silky slip-like dress she wore, then moved gently over her rib cage, his thumb barely touching the erect nipple of her hard high breast. The tiny peak was hardened because of temperature every bit as much as it was out of arousal. They both knew why she was here and Izzy had lowered the thermostat because she liked it cold during sex.
His hand moved past her collarbone and shoulder to palm the back of her head. He tangled his fingers in the thick mass of dirty blond hair there, tugging her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. He wanted to see her face as he slipped one finger and then two into her already slick folds. He was rewarded with just the look he wanted. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered. There was instantly a flush on her cheeks and her mouth opened as if she couldn't get enough air. She said his name in little gasps as he bent his knees for a better angle and pushed his fingers deeper inside her. His thumb circled her clit while he made a 'come here' motion with his index and middle fingers. Stimulation to both her g-spot and clit started the buildup of warmth and tingling.
Camilla could tell this was going to be a huge orgasm.
Israel was always able to do that to her. Her orgasms with him were always easily accessed and, most of the time, multiple. Sure, he was talented but there was something else about him that made it so simple for her. His boyish face always read as mischievous and his lithe body was stronger and more capable than it looked. He looked at her intensely but it was underlaid with the familiar 'cat who ate the canary' look. He angled a little more, bringing his taller form down so that their faces were very close and she relaxed back into the hand at her neck. He knew just what to say to push her from tingles to tidal waves, “Tell me what you want, Camilla”.
She managed to stammer out, “P-please, Izzy, I...y-you know...”.
He clamped down hard on her with both hands, bringing her eyes back to focus and causing her brown to furrow. “Say it. Loud enough for him to hear you.”, he whispered harshly against her lips, the movement of his words mimicking a kiss.
Camilla hadn't forgotten about the hunk of a man seated a few feet away from them. She suspected that his presence was one reason she was so turned on. She could almost feel his jeweled eyes burning into her side. Breathily she managed to say, “I want you to fuck me while Nanae watches”, without stuttering.
Israel resumed his
stimulation as he turned to look at the other man in the room. “Is that what you want, Nanae?”
Nanae shifted in his chair making a noise more like a growl than a word. It was affirmative, as was the ever increasing tightness of his pants. Izzy could see that Nanae was enjoying his little show. Whatever the reason, Camilla wanted to get knocked up and Nanae wasn't capable. “Okay, I'll be your stud horse, but it's gonna cost you those clothes, Nanae. I want to see how hot it makes you when I put my cock in her tight wet pussy and fill it with my hot cum.”
Nanae wanted to say something, but he couldn't make his mouth work. He wanted her but knew even though she was his Sinnis, he couldn't provide her with what she wanted. All he could do in reply was take off his clothes. He pulled his tee-shirt over his head revealing a very manly muscular chest covered in a thin downy coat of soft blond hair and hard six-pack abs. Israel guessed the man was probably twice his own weight or more. He watched with admiration as Nanae undid the fly of his jeans and lifted his hips, pushing the pants down to his ankles. He never stood up but his cock was sure standing at attention. Hand around the top, Nanae pulled his foreskin down exposing a broad smooth hard hat of a head that Israel and Camilla both longed to lick.
Sometime while they admired the superb male specimen undressing, Camilla came. Hard. Her hips bucked forward pushing against Izzy's palm, forcing him into the rhythm she needed to ride out the waves. Her most intimate muscles clenched his fingers. Her whole body tensed and then relaxed. Israel walked her back a few steps and laid her on her back across the foot of his bed. Only then did he take his fingers out of her.
Izzy crossed to Nanae, holding his fingers out as an offering, “Care for a taste?” Nanae's hand shot out so fast Israel never saw it move, but the tight vice-like grip and slight electric tingle of that touch were hard to miss. Nanae shackled the thinner man's wrist and brought it slowly to his lips. He looked into Israel's face as he put the two glistening fingers into the warmth of his mouth. Izzy could swear that the blond man's opal eyes flamed red for a moment before the glow receded into a smoldering shadow. The skill of his tongue as he lapped at the underside of Izzy's fingers, sliding between them and around each tip made Israel's cock throb.
Nanae spun Israel around to face Camilla, who was still laying on the bed. She watched them through half lidded eyes as she touched herself. Nanae lifted Izzy's shirt over his head, mussing up the dark hair, and tossed the garment to the side. He leaned in, pointed at Camilla, and spoke softly into Izzy's ear, “Do it now, before I change my mind” and kill you both. He left the last part unsaid, but Israel understood the unspoken danger. The rumble vibrated through Izzy's brain, forcing compliance and Israel found himself walking forward, his pants becoming a trail behind him.
As Izzy approached Camilla, Nanae spoke in a foreign language. The dark man with the baby face hooked one arm under each of Camilla's knees and tugged her to the edge of the mattress. Her hair mostly stayed where it was before the move, flaming out like a golden fire or halo around her head. She reached down between them and placed the mushroom head of his circumcised penis at her entrance. She angled her hips to better accommodate him and gasped as he surged forward filling her, allowing her no time to adjust to his size just as he knew she liked.
Her familiar lover pulled back and filled her again and again, increasing and then decreasing the speed according to the noises Camilla made. If it was possible, he was deeper inside her than before, the ridge of his cock head rubbing her A-spot, bringing her to another precipice. She reluctantly stopped him with a word, “Wait”. Izzy knew what she wanted, because he wanted it too. He nodded at her.
She hooked her finger at Nanae, inviting him to join them. Neither saw him stand but suddenly he was there next to them. He gripped the neckline of her dress with one hand and the helm with the other. With one tug straight up, her dress was torn and tossed. It should have been painful but Camilla barely felt it. Nanae was a healer and she felt the familiar twinge of healing where the dress pressure should have hurt.
Israel lifted Camilla's left leg, passing it in front of his face to rest with her right one laying over his left elbow. The movement provided extra pressure around Izzy's dick and turned on her right side so that she was facing Nanae. Camilla licked her lips. She reached out with both hands and tugged his hips toward her face. Her hands were empty.
Nanae was seated again. He was shaking with the effort of staying away from the warmth of her inviting mouth. They were both looking at him and that look said everything. They wanted him to join. Not just his Sinnis, but her lover as well. “No, my beauties.”
Israel laughed in his wicked sexy knowing way. “You like to watch. That's cool. This time. But next time you join in. That's the deal, Nanae.”
The large man turned to stone. Even his breath seemed to stop as the couple waited. He said something in that odd language. A sharp word that cut the air, sounding like a modern but unfamiliar curse word. They didn't know what it was but they could see he had agreed. Izzy pulled out and surged forward again. Camilla made a little sound that could have been pleasure or pain. Nanae growled in response.
“Down, boy. She likes it.” Izzy misunderstood the Guardian. Nanae didn't think Izzy was hurting her, he wanted to be the one to force that sound from his Sinnis. Seeing another's hands on her was both arousing and infuriating. Maybe he would get away from the latter feeling if he involved himself more. He could not do so physically yet.
“Put her on her back. Wrap her legs around your hips. Lean over her, elbows on either side of her head.” Nanae's voices was low and resonated through Izzy's body, compelling it to do the Guardian's bidding. Her shoulders were held in place by his elbows, allowing him to penetrate deeply. “Yes, trap her, cage our little bird.”
Instinct took over again then. Izzy fucked her slow and hard. Camilla slid her arms out to her sides and then up, making a snow angel movement in the comforter. “Her wrists”, was all that Nanae could manage to say. Camilla wanted him to be more dominant too. Israel pinned her arms over her head, giving Nanae the most tempting view of firm round breast set high on her narrow ribcage. Those small but perfectly shaped mounds barely moved as her partner increased his speed, jiggling just enough to show they were real.
Israel pressed his torso against hers tightly, compressing her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She panted and struggled, vaguely. It was a hoax. She was enjoying every bit of this. She turned her head to look at Nanae and the low oxygen made her vision fuzzy and triggered her climax. It also made her doubt her eyes.
Camilla would have sworn as she felt Izzy's seed pumping against her cervix, that she saw Nanae disappear. He was stroking himself and milky cum erupted straight up. The two men came at the same time, but Nanae had blinked out and then back in. He was there, spraying his cum into the air and then the chair was empty.
Spent, Israel pulled out and plopped down on his back beside Camilla. Nanae appeared just where he had been, his cock still rock hard, like he hadn't just shot the biggest load Camilla had ever seen. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the afterglow. She felt the bed above their heads dip as Nanae laid down perpendicular to them, taking up more than his half of the king sized mattress. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, then Camilla began to sing quietly. Israel had known it was coming but Nanae was new to post coital Camilla and her heavenly voice.
It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams came true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you
Izzy lifted his head and scoo
ted so that his head rested on Nanae's tout tan tummy. Nanae rubbed his fingers over Israel's temple, brushing through the soft black brown hair until Camilla finished her song. She turned over to lay on her stomach and rested her cheek on Nanae's thigh. Both men looked at her. Nanae broke whatever spell she was casting over them with a single clap of his hands, “Alright. Again.”
“Again? I just...” Izzy looked to Camilla for help but he got none. She just smiled and nodded. She was ovulating and the more Izzy donated, the better shot she had at getting pregnant tonight. She pulled her knees under her, poking her ass up in the air, keeping her cheek pressed against Nanae's thigh. It was her turn to look mischievously at Israel. She slipped her hand between her thighs and spread her knees a little. She rocked herself forward and back slowly making soft 'unh, unh' noises rhythmically. “That helps, Camilla and I want to fuck your brains out when you make that noise, but seriously people. I'm gonna need a little recovery time before I can go again.”
Nanae spoke a few words of his crazy language as he traced around Izzy's nipple and then down his stomach. He slid his giant palm over the other man's cock and it jumped to life. Israel made a sound like someone punched him in the gut. His intake of breath was slow and jagged as Nanae moved his meaty hand back to Izzy's head. “Shit! What the fuck was that?!”
“His magic. What did it feel like?” Camilla knew that Izzy liked to talk about sex almost as much as have it. It was one of the things about him that turned her on so much. He was so uninhibited and she loved the way he just said all the hot nasty thoughts that popped into his head.
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