Fueled by Lust: Makar and Baruch (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Celeste Prater

  She released their hair and slammed her hands over her eyes. “Oh, God, there was so much blood. It was on the walls and all over the hardwood floor. I remember watching Celia’s bright red pool slowly creeping toward me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead. He became very silent after that. For several minutes, he just stood in the middle of the room. I don’t know if he was starting to realize what he’d done or was looking for any signs of life that he could finish off. I passed out when the screen door slammed shut.”

  Her arms flopped down onto her stomach, and she drew in a hard breath. “My aunt and uncle found us thirty minutes later after we were a no-show at the restaurant. I’ll never forget her screams. The cops thought I was dead, but I managed to kick my foot. I scared the hell out of them.” Keely reached up and absently ran her finger down the slice on her breast, her voice growing stronger.

  “The doctors said that I would’ve been dead if he’d struck harder. He barely missed my heart. I think that he just got tired.”

  Baruch placed his hand over hers. Makar realized he was struggling to keep his voice steady.

  “Does this man still live?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where is he?”

  “Huntsville, Texas. He’s in prison. They caught him three days later when he tried to cross over into Mexico. He spent some time in a mental facility after his conviction before they finally realized he was just mean and sent him there. I’d gone to his parole hearing the day that you found me in the car.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Ernest McKinley. I changed mine to Anderson as soon as I turned eighteen. That was my mother’s maiden name. I couldn’t stand to carry his for one more day.”

  Makar stroked the side of her arm, unsure whether to ask the next question. Baruch nodded.

  “Keely?”

  “Yes?”

  “Is this the only reason that you felt you couldn’t be with us?”

  She was silent for a few beats, causing his gut to flip. Then she spoke.

  “Yes. Some of it. You both are so…beautiful. You’re flawless. I felt ugly next to you, and was positive how it would end. The more I got to know you, the harder it was for me to face that reality. I’ve tried to have relationships before. I didn’t start dating until I was in college. I thought maybe that I’d matured enough to handle it. The first time a man saw me undressed, he was sympathetic, but quickly left. He used every excuse except for the truth. I disgusted him, plain and simple. After that, I kept my story to myself and made sure the lights were always extinguished. Even then, I became a master at directing their hands anywhere besides my chest. I got a reputation as a ‘cold fish’ and finally just gave up. It wasn’t pleasurable for them and certainly not for me.”

  Makar could no longer hold his tongue. “You are not ugly, Keely. The males were fools.”

  Keely surprised them by pulling their hands to her lips and placing a light kiss to their fingers. “This is the first time I’ve told the entire story. I’m a damn psychologist and couldn’t see that I needed to do this.” She moved their hands back to her chest and released them.

  “Makar? Baruch?”

  They answered simultaneously. “Yes, sweetness?”

  “Make love to me?”

  Lifting to his elbow, Makar searched her eyes. “Are you sure? You’ve just been through a traumatizing ordeal, and now we’ve forced you into revealing what was done to you. We can wait, baby.”

  She blinked rapidly and started pulling the sheet up her body.

  “Uh, sure. Yeah. That’s probably best. I’m sorry that—”

  Baruch placed his finger over her lips and stilled her hand.

  “Oh, no you don’t, Keely. You’re misunderstanding Makar’s words. I can feel his energy crackling around me. He wants you. I want you.” He languidly rolled his throbbing cock against her thigh. Makar did the same.

  “Tell me you don’t feel that. Do you actually believe we want to rise from this bed? Our concern is always for you. We’ll remain here hard as a post and simply hold you while you recover. Knowing you’re happy and content brings us great pleasure, never doubt that.”

  Keely released her breath, and her features softened. Reaching up, she caressed their faces, smiling when they each placed a reverent kiss to her palm.

  Makar leaned in and captured her lips. She opened to him, and their tongues met in a lazy swirl of exploration and hunger. He loved the feel of her fingers scraping across his scalp and gripping his neck. Baruch’s deep, sensual voice drifted easily through the air.

  “Ah, there it is. The sweet aroma of violets has revealed your true thoughts. Drink from Makar as I explore your lovely body.”

  Makar opened his mind and moaned as he soaked in what Baruch was experiencing. His fingers trailed across Keely’s chest and cupped a plump breast. He inhaled her gasp as Baruch’s warm lips captured her nipple and sucked it gently into his mouth. Her breathing ratcheted higher as his mate’s palm glided down her belly, across her smooth mound, and two fingers slipped deep into her slick warmth. He stroked the spongy walls of her snug pussy and then withdrew to rub a tight circle on her swollen clit. He was relentless.

  Keely’s back arched from the bed, and Makar pulled away to enjoy her expression as Baruch replaced his fingers with his mouth and took command of her senses. Eyes squeezed tight, her lips parted to release desperate breaths. She was beautiful. Her hands slammed to the side of Baruch’s head and gripped his hair. Knees lifting, she dug her heels into the mattress, and rode his face toward a place he was positive she’d never been.

  Rolling off the bed, Makar tore at his clothes. As soon as his cock sprung from his jeans, he had to grip it at the base to keep from losing his seed. The sight and sensations of his mate pleasuring their female was overloading his senses. Baruch slurped at her abundant juices, grinding his face against her crotch as he pushed her higher and higher. Her needy moans filled the air, pushing his mate to suck harder on her plump, distended clit in an attempt to snatch every erotic cry from her lips. Taking deep breaths, he moved back onto the mattress, lay on his stomach, and worshipped the breast that Baruch had yet to explore.

  Her nipple was a ripe berry rolling around on his tongue, the softness of her flesh a delicacy to be licked repeatedly, and her sweet cries a boon to his deprived ears. Recognizing that she was quickly reaching the highest plateau, Makar nuzzled her neck, licked her ear, and shoved his hand behind her neck. Pulling her close to his chest, he looked down the length of her undulating body, to Baruch’s dark head moving between her lush thighs, and unleashed his husky commands.

  “Yes, like that, Keely. Keep rolling your hips. Grip his hair harder. Baruch likes to feel the bite to his scalp as he takes you. Umm, yes. You’re burning down, aren’t you? Take it, baby. Oh, gods. You have me so hard for you.”

  Grasping his cock, he stroked the sensitive flesh in rhythm with her body. Baruch’s silver eyes flicked up to his, and he knew what was coming next. His cock kicked hard in his hand at the thought.

  Send her over. Baruch didn’t disappoint. His tongue and fingers became a vibrating whirlwind of orgasm-generating madness.

  Keely’s body stiffened, and she warbled her thundering release into the air as he rained kisses across her cheeks, forehead, and lips. Gently, he lowered her to the pillow. Baruch extracted her fingers from his hair and rolled away. Makar immediately positioned himself between her thighs, braced his arms next to her shoulders, and shoved inside her well-prepared, sopping-wet channel. He bit his lip at the exquisite pleasure that consumed every rigid inch of his throbbing dick, and locked onto her sea-green eyes brimming with passion. Her inner muscles rippled and clung to his flesh, and at every softening flutter, he’d push farther in. She was excruciatingly tight, and he thought he might pass out from the hard, milking draws attempting to coax the seed from his tightened sac. She grabbed his forearms.

  “Oh, my God, Makar. You feel so good.”

  Gradually, he seated fully in
side, settled his breathing, and started an easy glide in and out of her vibrating heat. With each forward stroke, he tilted his hips and bumped against her clit. Blinking through the sweat, he glanced up to find Baruch fully nude and crawling back onto the mattress. He situated next to her head, his cock long, thick, and leaking from the bulbous tip. Fire rolled through Makar’s groin, and strained words rumbled from his chest as he lifted up to his knees, clasped her firm thighs, and continued to slowly fuck her.

  “Look, Keely. Savoring your delicious body has Baruch craving to feel your tongue upon his flesh.” Chills raced across his heated skin as Keely rolled her head to the side, took an appreciative look at what Baruch had to offer, and then extended her luscious pink tongue in invitation.

  His mate groaned and slipped the tip inside her mouth. Gripping the headboard with one hand while the other braced against the mattress, Baruch leaned over and situated himself across the top of the bed, allowing her to straighten her head and easily take him in. The second her delicate hand wrapped the center of Baruch’s thick rod, Makar increased his strokes and growled out his appreciation.

  “Ah, gods, that’s so fucking sexy. To see him disappearing into your sweet mouth has me on the very edge. Hold on, baby, I’m going to take you hard.”

  Looking down, Makar watched his cock tunnel inside Keely’s gorgeous body. With every outward draw, his flesh glistened with more of her fragrant juices. His rapid, piston-fired strokes faltered when Baruch slammed into his thoughts.

  Feel this, Makar. She’s humming as I slide down her throat. Inferni! I’m not going to last.

  Glancing up, Makar clenched his teeth as he watched Baruch’s body undulating above Keely’s head. He’d released the headboard and had a grip on her hair as she took him as deep as she could. Makar’s body shuddered as the rippling sensation raced the length of his cock. Reaching down, he thumbed her clit and shot Baruch an urgent message.

  Take your pleasure, my brother. I’m going to bring her over again.

  Baruch’s head hung from his shoulders as he grunted and moaned while losing his seed to the depth of her succulent mouth.

  “Yes, like that, baby. Suck me dry. Harder on the tip. Yes. Yes. Push your tongue along the bottom. Oh, that’s so good. Fuck!”

  Baruch’s muscles locked tight, and his arm shook as he tried to hold himself aloft. They watched in fascination as Keely slowly stroked his shaft while licking him clean. Trembling, Baruch rose to his knees and then lowered to gather her into his arms. He kissed the hell out of her and then began cooing to her in their language.

  “I’m honored that you would love me in such a manner, mellis. Venire ad nos, my bellula foemina—look at me, my lovely female. I want to watch your face as you come for Makar.”

  Overcome with passion after witnessing that tender connection between his mates, Makar slammed into her pliant flesh, swirled his thumb hard against her clit, and growled his demands.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist. Squeeze me. Oh, yeah, I like that. Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off of mine. Grip me harder. Lift your hips. That’s it. Grind on me. Ah, fuck. I’m on fire. Now, Keely. Give us another. I want to lose myself within you.”

  Baruch reached down, captured her breast, and tugged on her sweet, little nipple.

  Within seconds, her fingers dug into Baruch’s biceps, and she shouted to the room now heavily saturated with the sensuous, musky smell of their joining. Her hushed words pushed out slowly and wrapped around his senses.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. So good. It’s so good. I feel you everywhere.”

  Hard, gripping clamps to his cock locked him inside her and threw Makar headlong and dazed into the abyss. Cum rocketed from his balls, icy tingles shot through his groin, traveled his spine, and lifted the hairs along his scalp. It was the most excruciating pleasure he’d ever experienced. Repeatedly he pounded into her as his cum coated her walls and marked her as his own. He vaguely registered Baruch flopping to his back, inundated with the added sensations traveling the electrical currents passing between their bodies.

  Lowering on shaking arms, Makar briefly pressed his body against hers and enjoyed the curvy, plush flesh molding to his. His lips landed softly on hers, and he soaked up her mewls of content while she caressed his back. Rolling to the side, he grunted, and wrapped an arm around her waist. Face smashed against her shoulder, Makar tried to express his appreciation, but his words came out halting and strained.

  “I love you, Keely. You’re ours. Forever.” He felt her hand land on his hip. She gently stroked his slick skin, yet didn’t respond. Instead, she reached down and pulled the sheet over her body. Disappointment sat heavy in his gut. He called out to Baruch, now trying to lift his head from the pillow.

  I’m worried. We repeatedly told her that we love her, yet she hasn’t said it back. Now she’s trying to hide from us again.

  Patience. We’ve just leaped over into an area that’s very new to her. She needs time to think, Makar. Do you realize how big of a step she just took? She trusted us with her body. I’m so happy, I can’t even think straight. He snorted. This is odd. I’m used to you being the cool head in our circle.

  Makar sighed. You’re right. I need to stop analyzing this so hard. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Baruch struggling to sit up. What are you doing?

  You’ll see.

  Chapter 27

  Makar shook his head as he watched Baruch fighting to stay upright. He staggered backward and then forced himself forward to brace his palms on the mattress. He grinned at Keely when she squeaked and slammed her hand on his shoulder before he could topple over.

  “See what you did to me? I’ve lost the use of my legs. You’re devastating.” He reached over and brushed her hair away from her face. “I’ll be right back.”

  Makar watched him stumble over to the bathroom. When he heard running water, he smiled.

  “You’re a good mate, Baruch. We need to clean our female.”

  “Yes, this is my favorite part. I don’t care if I face-plant trying to get back.”

  Makar reached up and caught the warm cloth Baruch tossed to him. He carried two more in his hand. Makar rolled from the bed, quickly ran the material over his body, and then hopped back onto the mattress.

  Keely’s eyes narrowed when Baruch handed him the other one and they rested on their knees next to her hips.

  “What are you doing?”

  Baruch chuckled. “We’re going to clean you. Don’t argue. I love doing this. Just enjoy.”

  After a brief hesitation, she flipped her arms out to the side, and shook her head. “Okay, do your thing.”

  Makar pushed the sheet down past her toes. Even though her muscles were rigid, he became ecstatic that she didn’t flinch at their first touch. By the time they reached her calves, she’d started to relax. They worked slowly up her body, spending additional time between her legs until she batted them away. She tried to fight her smile while she chastised them.

  “Enough! I think you got everything.”

  Grinning, they proceeded to clean her belly and then her arms. Her chest got tender attention, and they both bent to kiss her little pink nipples when they were done. They stilled when she grabbed their hands. Her eyes were wide.

  “Uh, can I ask you a question? I’m going to feel stupid as soon as I say it, but I have to know.”

  Kissing her knuckles, Makar lay next to her and propped up on his elbow. “Sure. We’ll answer anything you ask.”

  She looked down to their entwined hands. “Well…I told you that I’d watched that video, so that’s really all the experience I’ve had regarding multiple partners…um…why didn’t you guys take me like…well…you know…that same way?” Her eyes widened and she squeezed his fingers.

  “Not that I’m complaining or that I wanted you to. Damn, I’m not saying this right. Oh, my God. Being with both of you was spectacular. I’ve never experienced anything so…it’s just…well, crap. I’ll shut up now.”

  Chuckli
ng, Makar leaned in and kissed her reddened cheek. “No, that’s an acceptable question. Never be afraid to ask us things. We told you that we’ve bonded with you, Keely. The third step that we mentioned requires that you display complete trust. The Insedi way is to take their mate anally. Our energy can sense acceptance and will leap forward to claim you once it’s given. We’ll not do that unless you wish for us to move to that step.”

  Releasing her breath, Keely nodded. “Oh, that makes sense.”

  They watched her studying the ceiling as she tried to work the information through her brain.

  Baruch whispered, “Have you ever been taken in that manner, Keely?”

  Vigorously shaking her head, her eyes darted back and forth between them. “No. As you said, it takes trust. I’ve never felt that for…Uh…thank you for allowing me to make that decision. That’s big, guys. I mean…I just need…time.”

  Realizing they’d thrown a lot on her plate, Makar scooped her close and turned her to the side. Baruch pulled the covers up and spooned her from behind. Her breath blew hot against his chest as she spoke.

  “Uh, do you think you got me close enough? I can’t move.”

  Baruch chuckled and patted her on the ass. “If I could meld into your molecules, I would. I can never be close enough.”

  Makar reluctantly scooted back to give her room to move her hands. “Sorry. We’re so happy to have you right here in this very spot. We’ll sleep better knowing that everything must go through us first before ever reaching you.”

  “Aw, that’s kinda sweet in an overprotective paranoid sort of way.”

  He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep. I’m sure you’ll be kneeing me in the nuts and elbowing Baruch in a few minutes. Let us enjoy this while we’re still undamaged.”

  Keely tried to stop her giggle and failed. “Fine.”