Embraced By Passion

by Diana DeRicci

  Brigit walked in front of Ja’Rol, his hands gentle on her waist as he guided them into the low-lit room. He suckled lightly on her pulse, sending shocks bouncing down her spine. The scrape of his teeth made her pussy clench, and she felt a moan building. Her eyes fluttered.

  “That is so sexy,” Slone breathed. “Utter beauty. I could watch you forever, just like this.”

  Brigit opened her eyes and found Slone standing in front of her, his bi-color gaze flowing over her, caressing her with absolute wonder and affection. With a light touch, he brought his fingers to her face, tracing the side of her cheek to sweep beneath her jaw. Ja’Rol never slowed, his tongue and lips worshipping her throat.

  “You are a work of art, Brigit,” Slone intoned. Cupping her jaw, he leaned into her, molding his lips to hers in a gentle claiming of her mouth. The firm pressure released the moan she’d been holding, and he purred in answer.

  She shook when he plied against her lips, hungrily opening and meeting his thrust. The zipper on the back of her gown slid with a sensuous pace, exposing bare skin. The fabric of Ja’Rol’s suit jacket brushed against her when either moved, adding more sensation to spiral through her body.

  Her mind had crawled into bed, succumbing to the dual onslaught of their seduction. She couldn’t think beyond what they did, where they touched. With caressing hands, they slid the gown off of her shoulders. Ja’Rol inched it down her body, his lips following in its path, pressing warm kisses to her shoulders, then her spine as he knelt behind her to slip the dress free. She heard as he laid it with care on the nearest chair.

  Slone slid both hands into her hair, holding her as his kiss deepened, devouring her in small increments of pleasure. Every drawn breath dragged her nipples against his chest, sending shocks of desire through her.

  The rustle of clothing at her side turned her and Slone. Ja’Rol was sliding out of his jacket. Craving the feel of his body, she reached for him and spread her palm over his chest. A shudder rocked his frame, his eyes closing in answer. As if understanding her desire, he neared and dropped his arms. “Please,” he whispered.

  Slone shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it on the center table. She knew by morning, clothes would be everywhere, but right that second, the only thing she wanted was them, naked.

  One by one, she slipped buttons free, raking the shirt off his broad shoulders with forceful hands. “I love this,” she murmured, not even intending to speak at all as she leaned in and laved over his pierced nipple. His growl filled the room. Glancing up with devilment driving her, she added, “You need them both done, so Slone can share.” The groan that filled both their thick chests vibrated her pussy, making her slick with desire.

  Slone stood at his side, and she did the same, stripping his shirt to nip and lick at the points of his nipples, hard now between her lips. Shivers rolled across his body as she did.

  When she reached for their belts, they shook their heads. “Not yet, pet,” Slone told her.

  Scooping her into his strong arms, Slone walked across the suite and sat her on the large dining table.

  “What?” she asked, breathlessly. No one had ever done that! These two men made her feel feminine and so wanted.

  “Utterly divine,” Slone said, his fingers trailing down her body to stop at her knee. “Ja’Rol and I are ready for dessert now.” The look he gave her through his dark lashes popped with meaning. “You were a witch tonight, teasing us with your spoon over that chocolate sin you called cake.”

  “I was?”

  Almost by plan, they both ran hands up her legs, from her calves to her inner thigh, widening her limbs. With a little urging, she leaned back on her elbows.

  “You were,” Ja’Rol confirmed. He reached behind her and unhooked the strap to her bra. Gliding it free, he tossed it over a shoulder and she giggled, their intensity incredible, but their playfulness seemed to be just as high.

  They wanted her, and were going to enjoy every minute of having their ‘dessert’.

  Together, they lapped at her nipples. Brigit became lost in sensation as lightning struck with each lash of a tongue.

  She gasped when they purred, moaned when they nipped. Trembles shook her entire length until she wasn’t sure she would be able to breathe through the pleasure.

  “I want to see my dessert,” Ja’Rol whispered, tugging at her thigh. “Show me your creamy pussy.”

  Brigit floated to the table, unable to hold herself up any longer. For just a second, she was held as they stripped her panties. Then, as if she were the last course, they held her legs wide, exposing her dripping sex, and devoured her in turns.

  Chapter Eleven

  Brigit didn’t remember much of the flight home. She’d slept through most of it. Slone and Ja’Rol had kept her up half the night, loving her, spoiling her. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement that she would return with them until… Until today was decided. They had promised her a place to stay, a way to support herself regardless of her choice, simply because they loved her and didn’t want her walking aimlessly with her family elsewhere. She’d never known anyone as unselfish as these two men. Their decision wasn’t based to encourage her, or to sway her. She knew that deep inside, where she knew she felt their intentions.

  It was a matter of fact.

  The only problem they hadn’t expected was to find her father, Marion Giannopoulos, waiting for them in the building lobby when they entered to return to their penthouse.

  “Dad!” Brigit held back, shocked and unsure.

  A stout man with short, buzzed, blond hair stood. “Brigit,” he greeted her. Hesitating, she knew that tone. As well as she knew this man, and she knew what was coming.

  “It will be all right, pet,” Slone whispered with comfort. Both of her guys paused right behind her, flanking her. Supporting her.

  “Your mother told me you would be coming back, and she guessed here first. I expected you to be in California after your tantrum.” As if she were some child in need of a keeper.

  She crossed her arms. “Expected? And that was no tantrum. That was me saying enough.”

  Her father gave her hardly a dismissal of opinion. “Gather your things.” He eyed the suitcases with disdain. “You’re coming back to stay with me until you find work.” He stalked forward, brusque, and as usual expecting little argument, expecting her to follow him right back out the door. There was never arguing with her father. He had made sure of that. No wonder Mom left him. I would, too.

  “She has work,” Ja’Rol stated easily. “She’s our Senior Administrator.”

  “Impossible. She hardly knows how to file.” Her father sneered.

  “Quick thinking,” she answered, “but it won’t be enough. And for the record, I can too file.”

  She felt their gentle chuckles, soothing her miffed sense of self at the insult.

  “Watch us, pet,” Slone purred.

  Slone stepped forward, partially hiding Brigit behind his shoulder. “I must ask politely that you leave these premises. Your antagonizing is not welcome. Your attitude toward Brigit is not welcome, either,” he said with a definite warning undertone. “I recommend the next time you address this woman, you do so with great care.”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  Brigit’s eyes widened at the none-too-quiet challenge. “Dad! Stop it. This isn’t the place.”

  Ja’Rol stepped forward and Slone met him shoulder to shoulder, completely blocking her behind them. Refusing to let him see her at all.

  They leaned in, lowering their voices, but she heard them clearly.

  “We are the men who will see you staked and baked in the desert if you ever hurt Brigit again. We know about your abuse. We know you’re controlling, and how much it has affected her. It stops here, now.” Slone didn’t raise his voice. In truth, he didn’t have to.

  “She lies. You can’t trust her.” He tried to push Slone and Ja’Rol, but neither budged. “Now, get out of my way. I have a plane to catch. Get your bags, Brigit.”
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  Brigit gasped. Those words hit her like a knife, slicing through her. “Is this what Mom had to live with?” Reality hit her like a three-ton wrecking ball. Her father despised her. At this moment, it didn’t even matter why. The shock left her reeling.

  “Your mother left because she couldn’t take direction. Women belong where they’ve always belonged. In the house. Nothing but breeding whores.”

  She gasped, feeling her face blanch of warmth.

  If he was going to say anything else, her dad didn’t get the chance.

  Slone grabbed him by the arm and with one strike, had her father out cold on the lobby floor. He tugged at his shirt, straightening himself.

  “Carl?” he called. The frozen in time picture of the lobby at mid-morning gained motion again as people returned to their errands. Brigit watched as Slone gave directions to Carl to help her father find his way to his plane, and to ensure he got on it.

  “Yes, Sir!” Carl lugged out her father with the help of one of the security guards, jamming him into the sedan with very little real intent to be careful about it.

  “I wasn’t expecting you to do that!” Brigit gaped, then fumed at the man before her.

  “No one will disrespect any woman in my presence. Ever,” Slone stated, his jaw so tight, his face was mottled red. “Let’s go upstairs and discuss our problem.”

  Ja’Rol walked to Judy and left orders for the bags to be sent up to the penthouse when possible, then before she could stop either of them, they flanked her again and all three piled into the elevator.

  With the swipe of their key card, they bypassed the office floors, the elevator rising like a comet to the very top.

  Brigit popped open her mouth, but Ja’Rol cut her off. “Not yet,” he advised cautiously. “Slone needs to calm down. I’ve never seen him behave like that.”

  Realizing what he meant, she tipped to stare at her other lover. Dark and forbidding his attention was on the door. There was no softness to be found in his chiseled expression.

  Then it hit her. He was truly furious at her father.

  She lifted a hand to his forearm. It was tense and rock solid beneath her fingertips. “Slone?” she whispered. “It’s all right.”

  The cab slowed and halted with a gentle settling motion, then the twin doors opened, giving her the first view of their shared home.

  Slone lifted a hand, gesturing for her to go first.

  Brigit took a few steps and stopped, not sure of her situation. Ja’Rol curled an arm around her waist. “It’ll be okay.”

  “He’s never done that?” she asked, watching as Slone stalked right through the living room into a room she couldn’t see.

  Ja’Rol shook his head. “He doesn’t have to for me, and the last woman to be insulted in front of him like that was decades ago, at least.”

  Brigit felt a little sick to her stomach. “All this time, I thought he was just a prick, a mentality that never meshed to modern times. He despises me,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around her waist and gasped a few breaths of air, but it did little to ease the pain his words had caused.

  “No. He despises all women. You’ve seen it. You know it’s true. Does he treat his wife any different than you, or your mother?” Ja’Rol pulled her into his body, his arms protectively wrapped around her.

  She drew several breaths, then managed to shake her head. “No. I had no idea.”

  A few minutes later, she asked, “Where did Slone go?”

  “He’s in the shower. It’s a way to distract himself.” He rested his chin to the top of her hair. “He’ll be okay soon.”

  “He doesn’t react like that? He doesn’t get mad?” She leaned to search Ja’Rol’s face. Dark as honey, his eyes warmed for her.

  “Of course he gets mad, but rage? No, not like that.” He hugged her closer, the shape of his body molding with hers. “He cares about you, the same as I do. Neither of us want to see you mistreated, by anyone.”

  His voice lowered, a mere wisp of sound, his breath sweeping over her hair. Then his lips were pressing to her, little kisses that soothed and comforted her.

  “How do you taste so sweet?” he mused, his mouth flowing with her to find the curve of her neck.

  “Good soap?” Brigit said back, sighing through a giggle.

  She squealed when he smacked her once on the ass. “Tease.” He brushed a quick kiss to her lips. “Slone is asking if you are ready to talk.”

  “Why is he asking you, and not me? I can answer him.”

  “Because he knows he disappointed you,” he replied, looking back at her with eyes that spoke the truth.

  “Ja’Rol, we all make mistakes. Slone didn’t make one today.”

  “I hope you feel that way when we’re done,” Slone said from behind her.

  Turning, she spotted him, his skin still dew-damp, his hair towel dried with the towel low on his hips.

  “You were in the shower?”

  “Extreme cold helps me to refocus. I owe you an apology for that. No matter how much your father pissed me off, I shouldn’t have, but I don’t regret it.”

  Slipping out of Ja’Rol’s hold, she walked right up to Slone. With a finger to his chin, she told him, “It’s okay. You took me by surprise. I never would have imagined that kind of reaction from you.”

  “You’re not mad?” He studied her, mildly confused.

  “No, not really.” Not for defending her, regardless of whom it was against.

  Relief eased the tension in his shoulders. He swept her into his embrace and spun her around. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, dropping kisses to her face.

  He set her on her feet a moment later. “Ja’Rol.” He held out his hand and together they stood before her.

  She’d never seen two men happier than the two watching her at that moment. “You asked us yesterday if we were in love with you. The answer is an unequivocal yes. We want you; we need you, in so many ways.” Slone reached and clasped one of her hands and Ja’Rol took her other, then together they lowered before her.

  “You are the anchor to our hearts. We are asking you to stay, to cherish us, as we will cherish you. We have only one thing to show you, and if you accept, then all that has happened to now will become a solid bonding.”

  “Like the mind thinky thing?” she asked, smiling when they chuckled.

  “Exactly like the mind thinky thing,” Slone replied with an equal grin of memory. “We understand common practice won’t allow us to marry, but together, we will be complete. Do you understand?”

  That made her pause. “Meaning if I’m okay with your big secret, then we’ll be, for the sake of a better explanation, married?” She bit her lip. “That’s a big step.”

  “We know,” Ja’Rol said. Together they stood, then he went and closed all the blinds to the main room, enshrouding them in a shaded space of secrets and privacy.

  “This is where it gets harder,” Slone continued, subdued. “In our bedroom, we have a balcony. It faces the rear of the building, and if you’ve ever noticed, there is nothing as tall as us in that direction for blocks. The glass is tinted and bulletproof throughout our penthouse, but in that room, it is more than that. There is a staircase to the roof, and hidden walls all through this building. We created it that way, and only us, the designer and builders, know of them. And none of them live in this plane.”

  “This plane?” she echoed, confused.

  “We prefer it to our own,” Ja’Rol admitted. “We’re challenged here, have different environments to thrive in. At home, we’re merely one of many. Our skills are the same.”

  She studied both, but saw nothing that would make her believe they weren’t sane.

  “Would you like to sit? The next part can be overwhelming.”

  She whipped around, searching the penthouse with unseeing eyes. “Sure.” Doubts were beginning to seriously wander through her mind. What had she gotten herself into after all?

  Ja’Rol took her hand and urged her to sit, then began t
o unbutton his shirt as he strolled to meet with Slone. Slone dropped his towel. In a matter of moments they both stood naked before her.

  “This is why our penthouse is special,” he explained.

  The two men moved apart a few paces then as one, began to change shape. Her jaw fell wide open. Her fingers clutched like claws into the leather of the chair. Disbelief roiled through her stomach, making her heart race wildly.

  Thick muscled legs grew thicker, lean bodies lengthened. Deep colors swept over each of their bodies, hardening into plates and scales. Then, unbelievably, wings began to form out of their shoulders.