Laura Jo Phillips

by The Gryphons' Dream: Soul Linked#5

  Olaf pressed into her, stretching her slowly, bit by bit, when she wanted nothing more than for him to plunge himself into her. She arched her hips, seeking to push herself onto him, but he held her back.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Olaf said.

  Aisling shook her head with frustration as her arousal sharpened, making her feel as though her blood was burning, her skin so sensitive that the water almost hurt as it splashed against her. She moaned helplessly, a sound of pleasure and pain, mixed with confusion and frustration. Her body began to twist, seeking satisfaction or escape, she didn’t know which.

  “Damn,” Rudy said harshly as he watched her growing distress. “I released some pheromones.”

  “So did I,” Olaf said, gasping with the strain of holding himself back.

  “She must climax,” Rand said. “Now.”

  Olaf nodded, knowing what she needed and both relieved and worried by it. Another heartbreaking whimper from Aisling decided him. He grasped her hips firmly and plunged into her, tearing through her hymen in an instant as he buried himself completely within her depths.

  Aisling screamed, the intense pleasure-pain throwing her into a bone-shuddering orgasm. Olaf needed all of his strength and discipline to remain still inside of her tight passage as it clenched and rippling around him. Because they had inadvertently released pheromones in their excitement, she was going to need several orgasms before she was satisfied. He could not allow himself to climax yet, no matter how much he wanted to.

  When Aisling opened her eyes again, Olaf pulled back, then thrust into her again, and again, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was pounding into her with long, deep strokes. The hot, wet clasp of her sheath around him was more exquisitely pleasurable than his wildest dreams. Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for the sense of utter perfection of being inside of Aisling.

  As much as he wanted this first time to last, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. He glanced up at Rand and Rudy, who immediately shifted so that they were supporting Aisling firmly.

  “Come with me, Aisling,” he gasped, “Come with me now.”

  Aisling’s head went back and she screamed as her muscles clamped down on Olaf’s cock so hard he instantly exploded, his roar of pleasure rising with hers as his seed flooded her womb. They strained together, their bodies trembling with tension as their orgasms took them to paradise.

  A while later, maybe minutes, maybe hours for all Aisling knew, she realized that she was still in Olaf’s arms, only now her head was on his shoulder and they were no longer in the shower. She looked up to see that they were now in a bedroom with a gigantic bed, and that Rudy was pulling the covers back. Rudy’s hair was still wet, as was her own, but the sight of Rudy’s naked and aroused body sent a shiver of lust through her that was so intense it began to frighten her.

  Olaf felt her growing concern and knew he had to tell her what had happened before they went any further. He laid her gently on the bed, then sat next to her as Rudy and Rand climbed onto the bed on her other side.

  “Bilara,” he began. Her eyes flew to his and his heart hurt at the beginnings of fear he saw in them. “We must confess something to you.”

  “What?” Aisling asked nervously.

  “Clan Jasani have the ability to release pheromones. It is a mechanism meant to aid our Arima during sex, to enhance her arousal when she has three men who wish to love her.”

  “That makes sense,” Aisling said, beginning to feel a little relieved as she sensed what was coming.

  “We did not mean to, but we did release pheromones in the shower,” Olaf said. “That is the reason your arousal is so intense.”

  “Thanks for telling me,” Aisling said. “I was getting worried.”

  “I know,” Olaf said.

  “So, what do we do about it?” she asked.

  Olaf smiled. “That’s easy. We make you climax over and over until it wears off.”

  Aisling’s entire body shuddered and her nipples tightened further so that they were long, hard, aching peaks. “Maybe we could start that soon,” she said as she began to tremble.

  Rudy leaned down to kiss her, a hot, hard kiss that he controlled, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Aisling sensed his dominance and accepted it, her pussy clenching in response. He parted her legs with one hand, holding the kiss, refusing to release her mouth even as he shifted his body over hers. He held himself up with one arm, and guided the silky head of his cock into her hot and welcoming passage. Only then, when he was in side of her, did he release her mouth. He waited for her to open her eyes and look into his own, then he thrust himself fully into her in one, long, hard stroke, reveling in the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.

  Aisling’s legs went up and around his waist, opening her wider, inviting him deeper. He had never expected anything to feel as good as Aisling felt wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. The way her muscles gripped and milked him with each thrust as he slammed himself into her, the way her hips arched up to meet him, thrust for thrust, had him fighting for control.

  She was so beautiful beneath him, with her dark red hair, her green and gold eyes molten with desire, her lips swollen from their kisses, her nipples hard, hot points against his chest. He gritted his teeth and fucked her harder, faster, deeper, knowing that he was going to climax soon, but determined that she would come for him, and with him. Suddenly, her head went back and she screamed as her pussy spasmed tightly around him. Rudy joined her with a satisfied roar, his cock jerking deep inside of her womb, his seed blending with Olaf’s seed, as it was meant to be for their kind.

  Aisling was still trembling from her last orgasm when Rudy withdrew and moved to her side, and Rand took his place. Rand knew that he wasn’t going to last long after watching Aisling pleasured so intensely twice already. He guided his cock to her swollen pussy and entered her with a slow, steady push, groaning with pleasure at the sensation of her throbbing walls engulfing him inch by inch. He closed his eyes, memorizing this moment, this feeling, the scents and sounds, wanting to remember forever every moment of this first time with the woman he had dreamed of since childhood. Only this was no dream. This was real, with the heat and the power and the lust and the love that no dream could ever duplicate.

  Aisling opened her eyes and reached up, placing her hands on either side of Rand’s face as she strained upward. He leaned down at once and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with his cock. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him on as he thrust faster, harder, deeper.

  Aisling was so primed, so sensitive, so hot and swollen that it didn’t take long for her to climb towards another climax. Rand’s tongue in her mouth, thrusting in time with his cock, deeper and faster by the moment, only served to push her higher, faster. Almost before she knew it she exploded again, screaming into Rand’s mouth as he groaned into hers. Her back arched as her body tightened once more, the pleasure washing through her in waves. She felt the hot rush of Rand’s seed spurting inside of her, mixing with Olaf’s and Rudy’s, and knew that, finally, her body had what it needed, and was satisfied.

  Aisling opened her eyes to the feel of Rudy’s hands washing her hair. She wasn’t sure how she knew it was Rudy, she just knew. Rand was on her other side washing her skin with a soft sponge. She was once again in Olaf’s arms, her head on his shoulder, and they were back in the shower.

  She raised her head and looked at Olaf. “Why do I always fall asleep? Is that normal?”

  Olaf chuckled, causing his stomach to rub against her pussy again. She moaned and shivered, unable to stop herself.

  “You are amazing,” Olaf said as he looked down into her eyes, eyes that nearly matched his own. “So hot and responsive to us, so sensuous. So beautiful.”

  Aisling smiled as she leaned up to kiss him on the jaw. “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “You don’t
fall asleep so much as you pass out,” Olaf said. “And yes, it’s normal. For you anyway. I imagine that as you become more accustomed to sex, and the intensity of the pleasures your body experiences, you will not do it so often.”

  “Do you think you can stand yet?” Rudy asked her. “We need to rinse your hair.”

  “Yes, I think so,” Aisling replied. “But I can rinse my hair. You don’t need to do it.”

  “We want to do it,” Rand said. “We have waited century upon century for a woman of our own. We want to pamper you and spoil you in every way possible.”

  “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to it,” Olaf said. “On this matter, we shall not give in.”

  “We might need to discuss this further,” Aisling said. Olaf lifted her away from him and she lowered her legs slowly until her feet touched the floor of the shower. He continued to hold her until he was sure she was standing securely, then he released her.

  “What is there to discuss?” Rudy asked as he picked up the hand nozzle and began rinsing her hair. “Do you know how many years I have dreamed of this?”

  “Dreamed of what?” Aisling asked. “Washing a woman’s hair?”

  “Of washing your hair,” Rudy corrected. “You’re the woman of our dreams, quite literally. And yes, I have dreamed this moment. The three of us together, in a shower, me washing your silky, dark red hair as Olaf holds you in his arms.”

  Aisling leaned over to kiss Rudy, blinking the tears from her eyes.

  “Jasani get only one woman, Aisling,” Olaf reminded her. “When we are lucky enough to find her, we want to do everything with her, and for her. We want total intimacy, and that means much more than just sex. You will never find a Jasani male washing the hair of a woman unless she is his Arima, or his mate.”

  “We have lived for ourselves for a very long time,” Rand said. “We have done anything and everything we want, any way and any time we want. That no longer holds any appeal for us. To have you, a woman meant for us as we are meant for you, to love and care for, is the answer to all of our wishes and dreams. Nothing will ever make us happier than we are at this moment, with you.”

  “Nothing?” Aisling asked archly.

  “Nothing,” Olaf said. “We hope that one day we will have children together. Either that or we will adopt some. When that day comes we will be very happy. But you, Aisling, you and us together, as we are now, makes us happier than we have ever been, or ever could be.”

  “I understand, I think,” Aisling said. “And I love it. Who wouldn’t want to be the center of attention to the men she loves and who love her? But I’m also a little worried.”

  “Worried about what?” Rand asked.

  “I don’t want to be coddled,” she said, struggling to find a way to explain that would not hurt their feelings. “I am not the kind of woman who wants to sit on a velvet couch and eat chocolate all day long. I need to be productive in some way.”

  “Of course you do,” Olaf said. “You are intelligent, and you are also a warrior. We will not try to change you. Why would we want to make you other than you are? We love you.”

  “All right,” Aisling said. They seemed to understand her. If they didn’t, then she would deal with it when and if it became an issue. For now, she was discovering just how pleasurable it could be to have three men bathing her. By the time they were finished, she was aroused all over again, but in a more relaxed way, without the urgency and need she’d felt earlier.

  When they were sure that they had rinsed her thoroughly, Rudy opened the shower door and led her out. He wrapped one thick towel around her body and urged her to sit on a small stool, then used another towel to rub her hair dry. She started to object, then remembered what he’d said. If he’d waited that long to wash her hair, she wasn’t going to tell him he couldn’t do it. Instead she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of his gentle hands in her hair.

  By the time her hair was combed, she was having difficulty keeping her eyes open. Rudy picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed. He covered her with a soft blanket and tucked it in around her.

  “Just wait right here,” he said, giving her a light kiss on the nose. “We’ll be back very soon.”

  Aisling smiled sleepily as she watched him walk away, admiring the way he walked, the play of muscles in his back and buttocks. Then her eyes closed and she knew no more.

  Chapter 29

  The next morning Aisling awoke to the feel of warm bodies on both sides of her, and beneath her. She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into Rand’s dark brown eyes, and smiled.

  “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

  “I don’t quite know yet,” she replied. “Happy, that much I do know.”

  “Excellent,” he said. “Anything else can be fixed.”

  She laughed and raised her head, already knowing that she was lying on top of Olaf. “Good morning,” she said.

  “Good morning to you, Arima Gryphon,” he replied with an air of satisfaction.

  Aisling rolled that around in her mind for a moment and decided she liked it. She liked it a lot. She leaned up to kiss him on the jaw, then turned to her right.

  “Good morning, tia-flam,” he said, leaning towards her. He kissed her top lip, then her bottom lip, then kissed both at the same time.

  “You are gorgeous even when you awake in the morning,” he said. “I must say, I find that hairstyle particularly creative.”

  Aisling raised one hand to her hair, then took a swipe at him which he easily dodged. She’d gone to bed with damp hair and, from the feel of it, it had dried in some very interesting shapes indeed.

  “Perhaps I should retreat,” Rudy said as he slipped off the bed, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

  “Don’t come back without a peace offering,” Aisling said with a mock scowl.

  “Hmm...would coffee work?” Rudy asked.

  “It might,” she said. “If it’s any good.”

  “Luckily, the staff of the Kontuan serves very good coffee,” he said over his shoulder as he walked away.

  “He’s gonna be a handful, isn’t he,” Aisling said.

  “Yep, I’m afraid so,” Olaf agreed. “Always has been.”

  “Well, I already love him, so there’s no going back now,” she said with an exaggerated sigh.

  “Be nice, or I won’t share this coffee with you at all,” Rudy said.

  She turned to see him standing beside the bed with a mug of steaming coffee and a plate. She rolled off of Olaf and sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. She didn’t feel quite relaxed enough to sit in bed drinking coffee in the nude just yet.

  As soon as she was situated, Rudy handed her the mug and set the plate on the bed before her. She sipped the coffee and sighed.

  “Wonderful coffee and a chocolate muffin,” she said. “You are forgiven most completely.”

  “I’ll have to remember how easy it is to bribe you,” Rudy said with a grin. He went back to where a large tray with a coffee carafe and more muffins sat on a table in the corner of the room. He poured three more cups of coffee and Rand got up to help him carry them to the bed, along with the plate of muffins. Aisling waited until they were all settled with coffee and muffins before taking a bite of hers.

  “How far are we from Rathira?” she asked after a few minutes.

  “Four days, at last check,” Olaf replied. “Three days ahead of schedule.”

  “Have you received any news from Jessi?” she asked.

  Aisling was looking at Olaf when she asked the question and she saw no hesitation in his eyes or his manner, but she sensed it nonetheless.

  “Tell me,” she said. “Please.”

  Olaf gave her a startled glance, then smiled. “It may take awhile to get used to having an Arima who can sense my emotions.”

  “Sorry,” Aisling said, dropping her eyes to her plate. “I can’t help it.”

 
“Shhh,” Olaf said, placing one finger beneath her chin and pressing upward so that she would look at him. “There is nothing for you to be sorry for, bilara,” he said. “We love it. We have waited for it forever.”

  Aisling felt his sincerity, and smiled. “So, what did Jessi say?”

  “She sent a message about a week ago, saying that she had confirmation that Urwin had left for Rathira sooner than we thought,” he said.

  “How much sooner?” she asked.

  “A week,” Olaf replied. “However, we are a bit ahead of schedule. By our calculations we will get there within a couple of days of him, maybe less.”

  Aisling thought about that as she finished her coffee. “Well, there isn’t anything we can do about it,” she said finally. “Either we are in time to catch him, or we aren’t. We’ve done all we can.”

  “There is something else we would like to discuss with you,” Rudy said after refilling her coffee cup.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “It’s about the soul-link triad,” Olaf said.

  “The what?”

  “The ceremony we must perform in order to transform you from human to fully Clan Gryphon,” he explained.

  “Oh, all right,” she said. “What about it?”

  Olaf explained the procedure carefully, the different stages and their purposes. When he was finished she sat quietly for a time, thinking.

  “As I understand it, the only real problem with this is the second stage, correct?”

  “Yes,” Olaf said. “We need a way to put you into a deep sleep, and keep you there until that portion of the transformation is complete. We have some small talent in Water magic, but we are concerned it may not be enough.”

  “What if you had help?” Aisling asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Karma’s first psychic talent is putting people to sleep,” she explained. “Some people more easily than others. I’m just wondering if you think that the four of you, working together, might be able to keep me in a deep enough sleep.”