by Jaime Marks
Marcus watched her in his arms sensing them both, waiting for Cymeryn to figure out what he already knew. His brother’s brow furrowed and his hands froze on her a moment. He slid one hand over her stomach allowing his essence to flow through her, sensing her thoroughly as he kissed her, keeping her distracted. He hesitated. It was the briefest of moments, but considering how lost to her his twin had been Marcus was fairly certain he knew.
The brief pause allowed Reyana to regain her composure and she drew back from him. “We can’t, Cymeryn. I can’t. It’s wrong.” She spoke in hushed tones. The guilt wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket as she wrapped her arms around herself. Guilt for denying Cymeryn, for betraying Marcus. So much guilt.
Cymeryn met his eyes with fear and concern. The Shade actually looked vulnerable. Marcus doubted it was something he had felt since he was a boy. He didn’t break Cymeryn’s gaze as he stepped forward from where he was leaning against the tree. His brother just watched him approach silently with questions in his eyes.
“No Reyana, it’s not.” Marcus spoke softly.
She spun so fast Cymeryn had to steady her to keep her from falling. “Marcus…” His name was a whisper on her lips and she looked to him with fear. In her mind she had betrayed him and she wasn’t sure what he would do to his twin.
“Hello, brother, it took you long enough to grace us with your presence.” Marcus had to smirk at the still shocked look on his face.
He stumbled obviously exasperated. “I, it was unavoidable. Does s...”
Marcus cut him off but softened his tone. “Understood. Reya, my love you need to calm down and hear me. I’m not angry with you. I know you love him.”
She rushed to him as Cymeryn studied him in confusion obviously trying to understand what was in his mind. He could feel his essence flowing over and through him and he allowed it freely. Cymeryn needed to understand where they stood.
“I’m sorry Marcus. I didn’t mean to…I wouldn’t have.”
“Shh, Reya.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, and brushed the hair from her face. He held her gaze as he spoke, caressing her. His hand trailing indulgently over her body as he caressed and comforted her. She gasped as he cupped her breast glancing nervously towards Cymeryn but it only increased her lust having him there. “Such guilt. She doesn’t listen Cymeryn, when I tell her that we make our own choices. That we give ourselves to her freely without reservation. She is tearing herself apart over it quite literally. She thinks she has betrayed me, that she seduced me into turning that eve and that she betrays you by being with me still.”
Cymeryn’s features eased. “I told you, Reyn, you should not blame yourself for such things. You hold such guilt over the choices we made but I told you Marcus would not blame you anymore than I. You cannot continue to torment yourself over this, or our past. We both made mistakes and I do not hold any anger in my heart for you.”
“But, I…”
“Shh,” Marcus cut her off tracing a finger over her lips. “I mean to show you before we leave here this eve love, that you have no reason to feel such guilt. I make my own choices and if I choose to give myself freely to you that is my choice.” He took her mouth with his as he motioned Cymeryn to come to them. Probing her mouth for entry he let his tongue slide in entwining with her own, keeping her distracted as he reached out to Cymeryn through their link as twins. A link he had not been able to sense in over a hundred years.
“Come, Cymeryn. She needs us both and we can’t keep this from her another eve. Help me ease her mind so we can help her through this.”
“How did this happen, Marcus? How is it even possible?”
“That is what you want to think about now? I’m offering this to you freely, and that’s where your mind is?”
“Excuse me for being a bit caught off guard, Marcus. It was a bit of a shock…You really think this is the solution? That this is how we keep her mind from fragmenting again?”
“I know that this is my last recourse. Every attempt I’ve made to convince her otherwise has fallen on deaf ears. She thinks I’m only telling her what she wants to hear. I need to show her that I mean what I say. She needs to know neither of us feel she betrays us so that she can accept this freely. Besides Cymeryn, are you going to tell me you don’t want this? That you don’t want to take her there again?”
“There is never a doubt that I want this, brother. The doubt I have is whether or not you can you handle it. Can you handle her with me? Can you manage this and not give your Dark side reign? This is something far more Shade than it is Fae, sharing her between us in this way.”
“Let me worry about my control, brother. I would not allow this if I hadn’t already accepted it, but do not doubt the repercussions if you ever try to take her from me again. She is ours, there can be no doubt of that.”
Cymeryn grew silent but stood just behind her, following Marcus’ hands as they traced her contours. Marcus began kissing down her throat as he gently turned her body so she was facing Cymeryn. She gasped as he massaged her breast with his thumb caressing her nipple through the silky fabric of the gown she wore as his other hand undid the knot at her side. Cymeryn’s eyes raked over her as Marcus slid the gown open, revealing the sheer, nearly translucent sheathing she wore underneath.
“She is ours…always.” Cymeryn finally conceded and Marcus could feel the sincerity in his words as well as a touch of fear. They would get to whatever was causing that but first they needed to attend to their mate.
“I want this, Reya. I want to take you there. We want to take you there. You have only to let us if it’s your desire.” He whispered softly as he teased her earlobe. “You are ours, Reya. Mine and Cymeryn’s. You have only to let us take care of you if you accept this. We already have.”
He carefully slid the gown from her body and handed it to Cymeryn who hung it on a branch beside him. She gasped as his hands ran down her sides and cupped the bottom of the sheath. “Yes or no my love? If you’re uncomfortable we will not pressure you. This can stop in an instant if you want it to. But if you want this Reya, I want to take you beyond this time. I want to feel you as you release for me, for mine twin, over and over while we take you. Take what you need from us.”
Cymeryn stepped into her, his hands running over her hips as he nuzzled into the other side of her neck, “Neither of us will ever deny you. We both love you, Reyn.”
“Tell me Reya, does this please you? Tell me what you want.” He chuckled softly at the pleading moan that escaped her lips and reached into her feeling how lost she was to them both. She wanted this badly, needed this despite what she felt she should want, despite all her questions of right and wrong. Her body trembled slightly under their careful ministrations. “I can hear your mind, Reya. I can feel how your body reacts to us, how your essence flows through us. If you don’t answer me I’m going to give you what I know you need because I know you’re enjoying this. I know you want this, crave it.”
She gasped as Cymeryn suckled her other nipple through the sheath and he felt her hand slip to the clasp on his robing as he watched her clumsily work at the clasp on Cymeryn’s. He slowly pulled the sheathing from her form and let it fall to the ground beside them.
Cymeryn guided her hand to his groin and removed his robing as she stroked his length through his leathers. He pulled her against him when he finished and kissed her deeply giving Marcus opportunity to disrobe.
Once he was done he pulled her back against his chest biting and sucking at her neck as Cymeryn knelt before her. He wrapped an arm around her waist so he could support her weight as his twin spread her wide and slid her legs over his shoulders.
“Mmm, so moist already, Reyn?” Cymeryn teased her as he kissed her core. His lips coming away glistening with her sweet juices. “Should we make her beg, Marcus?”
Marcus turned her head to him and bit on her lip sucking it into his mouth. He ground his sex against her, sliding his hand down to caress her breast. “Tell me Reya, do you want him t
o taste you? Do you want him to enter your sweet core with his tongue, to tease you until you squirm? Tell me.” He demanded surprised by his own need as he felt the desire in her rise.
“Please,” She moaned her voice barely a whisper
“Please what?” Cymeryn taunted as he teased her clit watching her reverently. “What do you want, Reyn?”
A tremor went through her and she begged. “Please, I want you, please.”
“Who Reya? Tell us.” He demanded.
“Please, both, I need you both.” She pleaded as her body shivered with pleasure.
Marcus chuckled as he teased her nipple, “Make her come quickly, my brother. I want her good and wet so I can slide right into her.” He captured her mouth as he heard Cymeryn chuckle against her core.
She writhed against him as Cymeryn drove her hard taking her quickly to that edge and he could feel the spasms that rocked through her body as his twin took her over. He felt her sweet wetness as Cymeryn spread it over her making sure she was nice and slick. He slid into her ass as Cymeryn began to drive her with his mouth again, sliding two fingers in to work her core. Her nails speared into his hip as she moaned deeply through another wave that rocked through her body. As they worked her through the release Marcus spilled over into her, letting her body milk him. He could already feel himself hardening as he watched Cymeryn drink her in.
His brother slid her legs carefully from his shoulders and lay back on the grass sliding off his pants. Marcus slid out of her letting her go to him. He waited as she took Cymeryn in her core, straddling him before he entered her from behind, his sex more than ready for her again. They rode her, rocking her body, varying speeds as she moaned and gasped. He kissed his way over her back and sides as Cymeryn teased and nipped at her nipples. The way they merged, the feel of the three of them together. It was phenomenal.
Cymeryn took her mouth sucking her tongue into his as she crested over again. Her body taking both he and Marcus with her. His release rocketed into her as she quivered against him. He reveled in the feel of her, the pleasure she took from them both. With each release her moans become more breathy and shrill and before he was sated he was going to make sure they made her scream; that they took her beyond the point they had taken her before, to heights of pleasure that made her ache for more. It had been too long since he had touched her, tasted her outside her mind, too long since he could revel in her flesh, her passion.
When the spasms of the release ebbed he slid her off of him and turned her to Marcus. He took her from behind as Marcus slid into her core. Cymeryn worked her clit with his fingers, suckling her neck as Marcus controlled their speed, thrusting into her deeply drawing the moans out of her.
Their essences merged as one. Dark, Light, Gray, all flowing between them, strengthening the links and bonds that united the three of them and almost seeming to increase their power in some way. It was just as well, now. Nothing would ever be able to break the bonds the three of them shared again. He shut his mind off to the panic that began to grip him as he thought about the repercussions and let himself get lost in her once more.
She moaned loudly as they worked her through yet another release and he chuckled, “It’s a good thing no one can hear or see us here, my love.”
Marcus kissed her body as he teased her, “You like that Reya? Should we take you higher hmm?”
“Please Marcus…oh Cymeryn” She pleaded her nails raking over him as he growled softly in her ear.
Cymeryn chuckled as he continued to work her delicate folds, “Insatiable. She is absolutely insatiable, brother.”
“Indeed.” He murmured kissing his way down to her core and Cymeryn slid his hand to her breast as Marcus took her with his mouth.
Cymeryn monitored his twin, sensing him to see if he shifted but the Light was still dominant in him. He was as Cymeryn was, lost to her. If any other, Fae or Shade, tried to so much as look at her they would both likely skin the male alive. The two of them however, could handle one another provided the rules were followed, and there were definitely rules. Marcus had made it quite clear through their link that if he ever tried to take her from him again, in any way, he would kill him without hesitation the consequences be damned. Surprisingly he had easily conceded when Cymeryn demanded the same of him. He promised he would not deny him access to her though neither of them knew exactly how that would work.
She writhed against him as he caressed her, all but squealing as Marcus drove her through the orgasm that rolled through her. Cymeryn slammed into her relishing in the sweet sounds she made, the feel of her flesh wrapped tightly around him and the love he felt pouring through him. He knew he would never be able to turn her over to Lazurys now. He would protect her with his last breath because she was his. She belonged to he and Marcus. Cymeryn would never allow another to harm or touch her. He couldn’t. He had no idea what that meant the future would hold for him, but he would not allow her to endure such brutality even from his Lord. He would find another means of protecting her from Alayne.
Reyana arched against Cymeryn, her moans all but screams as they echoed through the grove, Marcus still driving her through the spasms not allowing them to ebb. She felt Cymeryn slam his full length into her as he chuckled against her neck at the way she all but wailed. He loved when she was this lost, at this height of pleasure. There was nothing but them and the mixture of sensations they subjected her to.
Marcus’ mouth released her and his body surged up thrusting into her once more as he began to match Cymeryn’s rhythm, taking her beyond any point of pleasure she thought she could reach.
She was utterly lost to them as Marcus lit her body on fire and Cymeryn cooled her so she wouldn’t burn out. Cymeryn’s hands held her roughly as Marcus’ caressed her gently. At some point though her senses begun to get confused because she swore Marcus became more firm, demanding and it was Cymeryn who kissed her, stroked her with reverence. They seemed to trade off but it didn’t matter who took which role, they took her higher.
With each release she felt the pain and guilt she had been holding chip and shatter. She had some sense that she should think this was wrong, that this had to be some dream but as her essence merged with them both she could feel them, feel their love and devotion caressing her, embracing her. Neither of them blaming her or judging her. Both completely lost to her as she was lost to them.
She didn’t know how long it continued, how many times their releases had rocketed into her or how many times they drove her through the waves of pleasure that crested through her. When they were finished she was thoroughly completely sated and irrevocably bonded to them both. For better or worse, Darkness and Light, they were bound.
Marcus and Cymeryn lay cradling her between them. All three of them were spent and Marcus knew they were almost out of time. He reached out and let Byryn know there was no issue, no threat. He could sense the boy’s apprehension, but he simply let him know it had been an hour and forty minutes. He had twenty minutes.
As one he and Cymeryn rose and kissed her stomach. Her hands stroking through both of their hair as they rest their heads against her. He met Cymeryn’s eyes and he nodded he was ready. If she fractured, Cymeryn would have to bring her back from the abyss of her mind. She was fully integrated and content with them both as they lay there but that may change in a moment. Slowly Marcus released the blocks he had placed to protect her, allowing her to sense for the first time what he had known for weeks.
Her hands stilled and he felt the realization seep into her and the fear that gripped her. “Shh, Reya, it’s alright love. Don’t do that. Don’t shut down on us.” He sat up stroking her hair. “We will handle this together.”
“Reyn, my love, we will find a way to make this work. You must ease your mind. Do not guilt yourself over this.” Cymeryn kissed her stomach again. “We both accept it.”
“H, how?” She stammered.
“That eve in the room, Reyana. Sense it within yourself, feel them Reya. Know the truth so we may dea
l with this together; the three of us.” He watched her with concern, still uncertain of how she’d take this.
“I, how did I not feel this? Why didn’t I know?” She met his eyes with a hint of accusation.
“Reyana, your mind was so fragile. Your guilt was tearing you apart. It was so extreme at first that you couldn’t sense it out of sheer denial.” Marcus sighed. “But as you locked up your guilt, bottling it…I saw you were regaining focus…but hiding the fragile state of your mind. I felt the constant chaos and turmoil within you and how very close to slipping away you were. I blocked you from sensing it. I couldn’t allow you to fracture and send yourself back into that coma. It was too dangerous. I wouldn’t have been able to help you and I had no way to reach Cymeryn. I tried.”
Cymeryn nodded, “He did Reyn. He reached out to me several times but I was detained. I would not have been able to reach you in time and even if I had I would not have had the time to save you without putting you at greater risk. Lazurys could not find me in your mind when you were so fragile because he would have destroyed you to reclaim you and if you had slipped beyond the subconscious, beyond even my reach, it would have killed you. Marcus did what was needed to protect you until we could assuage your guilt and be here together to help you come to terms with this.” It was odd to hear his twin come to his defense so strongly after all this time, but it proved that they would be able to at the least work with one another in this.
She sat up and they backed up enough to let her but did not move away. Even if she wanted space they both knew she needed them right now.