Claiming Trinity

by Kali Willows

  The heat of his mouth sent ripples of excitement down her spine.

  Kane moved in and licked the length of her throat and blazed a trail of fiery kisses down her chest. “Mmm, there seems to be something in my way.” He glanced up with a wicked smirk then slipped a finger under the neckline of her sticky tank top and tugged it away from her. He gripped the material with both hands and tore it wide open, as easy as if it were tissue paper.

  “Whoa.” She chuckled with astonishment. “It wasn’t my favorite anyway.”

  Kane reached his massive arms around her and unfastened her lace bra and freed her aching breasts. The delightful aroma of citrus, nutmeg and bergamot wafted up her nose. “Mmm,” she cooed. Armani, one of my favorites. He whisked her left nipple with his skilled tongue, causing desire to curl around her spine.

  “I hope he doesn’t get to have all the fun,” Arawn breathed into her ear. He nipped gently at her lobe.

  “I’m all for equal rights,” she declared with desperation. This was really happening. She surprised herself with how naturally she responded to their touch. It had been a long while since she was intimate with anyone, supernatural, or mundane.

  Cupping the nape of her neck, Arawn guided her back onto the Twister mat, which left her open to their sweet invasion.

  Kane continued his delicious assault on her nipples, and Arawn slid his finger inside the elastic waist of her yoga pants.

  “Hope these aren’t your favorites, either.” He flashed a one-sided grin and tore the pants open as easily as Kane had her shirt. He tossed the scrap of material to the side and worked his passionate lips down the length of her belly.

  Left in her lace panties, she was putty in their hands, and their mouths. Trinity reached out beside her and flicked the spinner on the game. “Your turns.” She trembled with excitement. “Shirts and pants off.”

  They complied with her demand and tugged their T-shirts off. At last, she got to admire their flesh canvases of artwork all over again, only this time it would be every glorious inch of them. Her breath hitched when Arawn stood and unbuckled his belt. The clank of the metal shot a flutter of anticipation through her core. He pushed his cargo pants down his lean hips, dropped them to the floor, and quickly discarded them, along with his boxer briefs. Trinity licked her lips at the spectacular view of his distended cock, already fully erect and massive. To her other side, Kane had gotten to his feet and taken off his clothing as well.

  “Oh, my,” was all she could muster.

  They knelt on either side of her and laid her down gently. Arawn inched her panties over her curvy hips as she watched him. “Do you even know how sexy you are?” he growled and skimmed his fingers along her thighs.

  Trinity’s cheeks burned with excitement, and, yet, shyness rolled over her with his words. “You don’t have to say those kind of things….”

  “We know.” Kane skirted his palm along her belly and up her chest. “Sometimes you need to be told what we’re thinking, instead of trying to read it.” He cradled her neck with his palm while he pressed his lips to hers with an all-consuming kiss. The zesty sting of sweet licorice layered her mouth as she welcomed his tongue.

  “Tell me, princess.” Arawn crawled toward her feet. “Are you still limber?”

  She released Kane’s lips to respond. “I think so.” She giggled. “Why?”

  “Because I want to wrap your legs around my neck.”

  Without waiting for her reply, he lifted her feet and tucked them over his broad shoulders as he nestled between her thighs. Arawn caressed her bare pussy with his warm hand and slid his fingers along her slick folds.

  Before she could moan with excitement, Kane claimed her lips again, with more urgency. He brushed the knuckles of his free hand along her jaw and down to her right breast. Their tongues intertwined while he pinched and rolled her swollen nipple between his fingertips. He cupped and kneaded her breast then bestowed his affection on the left one.

  Arawn massaged her clit in delicious circles with his gifted tongue and dipped a finger inside her pussy. He massaged her inner walls with a talent she hadn’t anticipated. Trinity panted, every nerve ending ablaze with fiery lust, and her rapid pulse thrummed behind her ears.

  “Kane,” she let out with a winded breath.

  “Yeah, darlin’?”

  “I want to taste you.”

  Her gargoyle shifted around and knelt above her head. He stared at her with his incredible emerald eyes that melted her insides like hot butter. Kane leaned over and kissed across her neck as he slid his other hand up underneath her back and gripped her skin tight.

  Trinity reached her hand above her head and scraped her nails along the taut skin of Kane’s tummy and then eased farther down and palmed his rigid cock. She slid her right hand along her stomach until she could grab a handful of Arawn’s thick hair. She arched her back as he darted his tongue in and out of her throbbing pussy and massaged her clit with a frantic finger.

  She tilted her head back. There, dangling over her famished lips, her snack was within reach. She brought the tip close and ran her tongue around the stiff ridge. Kane let out a throaty growl. She licked around the head, found the salty pre-cum, spread it around with her thumb then lapped it up. Trinity cradled his massive head on her tongue and accepted him farther into her mouth. He bucked deeper and dropped his palms on the game mat on either side of her.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He groaned.

  She worked his length with her palm and her mouth, rhythmic and determined, but lost her focus when the onslaught of white hot ripples of electricity arced out from her clit.

  “That’s it, come for me, baby.” Arawn sucked her clit and rammed his fingers in and out. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.” His husky voice curled through her. The walls of her pussy convulsed. She gripped Arawn’s hair tight as he dove deeper with his mouth. Trinity screamed with ecstasy between mouthfuls of Kane’s cock. Every muscle in her body spasming, she arched her back as the dizzying explosion rocked her to the very core.

  Kane pulled his cock back and claimed her lips with a devastating kiss. She exploded into a thousand pieces with both their mouths on her body.

  “I want you,” she pleaded with desperation.

  “Which one, darlin’?” Kane traced his thumb over her bottom lip.

  “Both of you, now,” she begged.

  Kane got to his knees and scooped her up into his grasp. He headed toward the bedroom and Arawn followed them.

  Trinity wrapped her arms around Kane’s muscular neck. “Let me down,” she panted.

  He did as she asked. Arawn hovered so close to her she could almost taste his lips. She stepped to her immortal and pressed her hands against his tattooed chest. His heart pounded hard and fast against her palms. She pushed at him until he backed up to the wall.

  “What is it, gorgeous?” He tilted his head with confusion.

  Trinity grinned and crouched down to admire his fully extended cock. She ran her palm along the inside of his thighs and cupped his balls. With her other hand, she grasped his steely shaft and leered up at him as she licked her lips and then fed the head of his cock slowly into her mouth. Groaning, he dipped his head back. Trinity savored her fleshy treat and took him in deeper with each stroke.

  Arawn growled and jerked back from her mouth. “You’re gonna make me come fast if you keep doing that.”

  “I hope so.” She returned to feast on him with determination.

  “I want to fuck you, Trinity…please?” Arawn braced his stance against the wall.

  Trinity gripped his waist and rose to her feet then wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her chin up and kissed him. He lifted her under the arms and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips.

  “Kane,” she rasped. “Come here.”

  Arawn leaned his shoulders against the wall with her clinging to his hips. The length of his massive cock pressed against the folds of her swollen pussy. Kane approached
from behind and blazed a trail of fiery kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, his erection skimming the cheek of her ass. He grazed his teeth along her shoulder and bit gently.

  With each kiss, nip of her skin, and tender touch, her juices coated her thighs. Kane slid his fingers over her swollen pussy and spread her wetness over her anus, priming her for the ultimate game point of the night. Arawn massaged her clit again, and her thighs jerked with his touch.

  Kane cupped her tits in his palms, and Arawn gripped her ass cheeks.

  Staring into the depths of her immortal’s dark eyes, Trinity reached down between her legs, gripped the head of Arawn’s cock, and positioned it, ready for him. He gave a long, slow thrust upward and plunged deep inside her. She cried out with elation. He filled her with every inch, while dark, delicious pleasure fluttered throughout her core. Arawn captured her mouth with hungry urgency.

  She grasped Kane’s hand and eased it down to her back. He continued to moisten her anus and then slipped a finger inside. Her breath hitched at the stinging sweetness. He worked his finger and inserted a second, the surreal bliss making her want more.

  “Take me, Kane,” she panted between frantic kisses from her immortal while she rode his rigid flesh. Pressure built inside her pussy. Her muscles tightened with every stroke.

  Kane replaced his fingers with the tip of his hardness and gently eased in. Arawn pushed up deep inside her pussy and held her onto him as her gargoyle worked himself farther inside her ass, inch by inch.

  “More,” she begged, and he slid all the way in. “It feels so good,” she huffed with pleasure.

  Both men completely filled her. She angled her pelvis as she gripped Arawn’s shoulders and inched herself up and down on their thick staffs. They followed her rhythm, and both thrust long and deep inside her. Arawn slipped a hand between them and rubbed her swollen clit. Kane cupped her tits in his massive hands and rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers.

  Jolts of electricity shot down her spine and throughout her muscles. “Oh, by the gods, I’m…I’m….”

  “Yes.” Arawn growled and kissed her harder.

  “I’m going to come with you,” Kane rasped in her ear. He gripped her hair at the base of her scalp and pulled gently.

  “Oh, yes!” The rough play spurred her on. “Harder!”

  They rocked together in sensual tempo, their pace increasing, their breaths growing ragged. Arawn worked her clit to another frenzy of simultaneous explosions that spanned over her muscles and clenched deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down hard on his shaft, and she cried out as she came with soul-shattering intensity.

  “Aw, baby, I feel you coming,” Arawn uttered with punctuated gasps. “So tight.” He slammed up harder and faster.

  Both men collided into her with perfect rhythm while she rode wave after wave of her glorious peak. Her immortal let out a hoarse growl then stiffened in release as he pressed deep inside her.

  “Fuck!” Kane gripped her hip with one hand, tugged on her hair with the other, and pounded her ass even harder. “Oh, yeah,” he roared and bit down on her neck like a wild animal claiming his mate as he pushed deep and came wildly inside her.

  Trinity shuddered with a chain of spasms, pressed tight between their shaking bodies. They panted for air, and she savored every sensation of their masculine moans of satisfaction, how they pulsed deep inside her, and how they both held her tight as the three of them tremored with completion.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kane took Trinity’s hand and led her to the bathroom. “We promised you a shower. We always keep our promises.”

  True to form, Sage had left a plethora of colored, fragrant candles on the long marble sink counter top, alongside a basket with matches, soaps, towels, and facecloths. Kane lit the candles to set the ambiance in the spacious room. The brief odor of sulfur from the match wafted up his sensitive gargoyle nose, soon replaced by the delectable scents of vanilla, jasmine, and cinnamon. He headed to turn on the water. The luxurious shower had a wide glass door, white porcelain tiles, wall-mounted multi-directional jets, a large rain showerhead above, and enough room for the trio, with a convenient bench on the far wall.

  Trinity remained quiet, her alabaster face flushed from their high-intensity romp. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Kane brushed her loose hair back from her eyes and kissed her luscious lips. “Hey.” He pulled back and studied her. “You okay, darlin’?”

  She gave an emphatic nod. “Better than okay.” She nuzzled into his chest. “I’m happy.”

  “Come here.” He stepped into the steamy shower and held out his hand to her. “Hey, Arawn, you gonna join us?”

  “Oh, Tartarus, yeah.” Arawn pulled out towels and set them on the handrail beside the shower. He grabbed body wash and a face cloth from the wicker baskets on the marble countertop and followed them in.

  “What took you so long?” Trinity glanced at him.

  “Had to get the feeling back in my legs. That was….”

  “Incredible.” Kane finished his sentence.

  “That’s one word for it.” He pulled the glass door shut behind him and planted a feathery kiss on Trinity’s lips. Then, he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of soap on the face cloth, lathered it up, and caressed their banshee’s shoulders and down her back while she faced Kane.

  “I do recall,” Kane grumbled, “you’re supposed to get some rest tonight. You’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

  “I’m more relaxed and clear minded than I’ve been in months. I promise, I will sleep soon.” She plastered her hands on his chest and glanced over her shoulder at his friend. “Besides, I can’t let you break your promise.”

  “Fair enough, princess.” Arawn chuckled. “But be forewarned. We could easily be convinced to continue this all night.” He glided the soapy cloth up to her neck and down her chest.

  “I think we’ll have to show some restraint before sunrise.” Kane growled. His dick stiffened against her belly when she leaned closer to him. With a lathered palm, she stroked his cock and then let the warmth of the cascading water trickle over it.

  “You may, but I can’t guarantee I will,” she cooed. Their banshee stepped to the side and sat on the tiled bench. Steam filled the air and wrapped around her voluptuous form. “Front and center, you two.”

  They did as she asked, and she reached for Kane first. She palmed his shaft with a slippery grip. Trinity released him, to his protest, but then cupped her tits and pressed them together. Kane licked his lips at the erotic invitation and stuck his cock between her creamy mounds. The sensational pressure against his flesh as she stroked his cock between her breasts shot tingles along his spine; his balls tightened. Their banshee stared up at him, and she stroked him to the brink of eruption—how quickly he peaked. Kane let out a throaty growl and exploded between her tits.

  Arawn got the same delightful treatment. After more lather and steamy shower, they soon whisked her off to bed.

  Kane took a place on the far end of the bed and held out his hand for her to join him in the middle. She snuggled up close to him, and Arawn took his place on her other side. He pulled the blankets over her curves and smoothed his palm down the cotton shield.

  “After you’re asleep, I’ll take point on the roof while you both get some rest.” He kissed her forehead.

  A frown tainted her beautiful face. “You won’t stay the night?”

  “I would, darlin’, but we still have to keep you safe.” Kane stroked her damp hair back from her eyes. “Arawn will sleep next to you. Perhaps after you’re done with your trip to the Elysian Fields, I can get a nap with you tomorrow.”

  “Fine, but I’ll hold you to it.”

  Trinity turned on her side, with her back to Arawn, settled between them, and closed her eyes. Arawn spooned her and dozed off within minutes. Kane watched their sleeping beauty between them with amazement. How fortunate had they been? After all Trinity had been
through, she still managed to trust them and let them close to her.

  He listened to the soft sounds of her breathing as she slumbered. It took every ounce of strength he had not to fall asleep beside her. Instead, he indulged for what seemed to be an hour of quiet admiration at her side. Her skin was flawless, her brows fine and perfectly shaped, and her luscious mouth still beckoned him after a full night of passionate lovemaking. He leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on her delightfully swollen lips. She didn’t stir. He took solace in how sound she slept.

  In the same position he had been since they’d lain down, tension filled his stomach. His acute hearing kicked in. The silence outside was bested by a distant rumble of thunder. He turned and glanced out the window. Brief flashes lit up the sky. Something was coming, but it was far more than mere rain. Darkness took hold of his keen senses. He tapped Arawn who bolted upright in an instant. Kane pointed to his eye and motioned toward the window—their signal for I’m going to check this out—and eased the covers off.

  They slipped out of bed, covered her curves with the blanket, and darted to the living room where their clothes lay scattered. He pulled on his boxers and pants. Kane snatched the handheld radio. His shoulder blades burned with caution.

  “Stay with her. I’ll go outside and call in and see what’s happening.”

  “Go,” his comrade concurred.

  Kane unlocked the door and shinnied up the porch pillar to the rooftop. Although his shift was an instinctive response when he detected danger, he warded off the change, fearful of their banshee seeing him in that form. He scanned the dark stillness along the water line, and back to the island. His gargoyle senses screamed trouble, but his acute vision and sense of smell picked up nothing.

  He clicked the button on the radio and called out. “Checkpoint, all posts, over?”

  The radio crackled, but no reply. “Checkpoint, does anyone copy? This is Kane.”

  More crackles resonated, and then a voice sounded. “Yeah, Kane, this is Rekkus. What’s wrong?”