by Milly Taiden
The alpha nodded, raking a hand through his blond mane. “That obvious?”
“Dude, I may have been gone for a long time, but we’re still linked. The moment you saw her, took in her scent, I knew. She’s not just another pretty face with a luscious body. My animal wants her. My bear that’s been asleep for nearly fifteen years is prowling around my gut clawing for release. Clawing to mark her, to claim her.”
Gunnar frowned. “She knows you, Damen. For her to stowaway like that, she’s probably in love with you. Earth girls are goofy about their feeling from what I hear. They’re not dual-natured, so it’s all emotion.” He shook his head. “Henley will never understand or accept the idea of a triad.”
“I already explained it to her. She knew I was coming home, so she knew you’d be here. My gut tells me she’s halfway ours already, especially after the way you kissed her this afternoon.” His inner bear circled, growling with need at the idea of Henley completing their triad.
“It’s not just emotion for Henley. It’s physical, too. I feel it. It’s been fifteen years since I had to share a woman with anyone, let alone deny myself, but I held back with Henley. The moment my bear stirred, I knew. She’s ours, Gunnar. She’s meant to complete our triad.” Damen drained his glass and the put it on the desk, holding out his hand to the alpha.
The two clasped forearms, brotherhood style. “I hope you’re right, dude, because your bear isn’t the only one whose dick is as straight as an arrow.” Gunnar chuckled, clapping Damen on the back.
Jag lifted his drink and took a sip. “Well, boys, we’ll just have to keep her at the Summit until the lady realizes she’s got two for the price of one.”
Damen stepped back from Gunnar with a laugh. “Yeah, right. You try and stop her from coming with us into the Tempera. If we want Henley, that means we get her impetuous nature as well.”
“Jag, how long will it take Vander to send a hover transport? A day or so?” Gunnar asked.
Jag shrugged. “Probably, why?”
Gunner shifted his eyes to his omega and nodded. “Two days. Let’s show her how good three can be.”
Henley opened her eyes to moonlight shining through the open sheers. She rolled over taking a minute for her eyes to adjust. He mouth felt gritty, and she smacked her lips. Maybe it was the wine.
She must have dozed off longer than she expected. The tray of food was still on the small table in the sitting area, and her empty wine glass on the night table. She swiveled around, letting her legs dangle off the high bed.
She chuckled to herself flexing her feet in the air. “This bed was definitely made for giants.”
Getting up, she walked to the window to peer outside. The sky was a gorgeous inky hue, with a carpet of stars like she’d never seen before, not even from the roof of the palace. Voices caught her attention and she turned. Jag was out in the snow covered lawn, playing with a pair of dogs…no wolves. Real wolves or shifter wolves? In a flash, Jag transformed to his ancient cat, and the three took off toward the ice and trees.
Mouth open, she watched them disappear. “Shifters. Definitely.”
She turned catching a glimpse of herself in the oval floor mirror beside the armoire. Yikes. Talk about looking like a wild night with none of the fun. She made an about face, grabbed the robe she pulled out earlier, and headed straight for the bathroom.
Snapping on the light, she could only stare. “Holy hell,” she whispered, pulling the silk material over her. The bath was almost as big as the bedroom suite itself. Polished wood and stone made up the décor, but it was the deep, smooth stone tub that caught her eye the most. It looked as if carved from a single slap.
“Now that’s a party tub,” she stepped closer, kneeling beside the stone rim. “This could hold five people,” she murmured to herself with a laugh. “Five regular sized people…or two very large bear shifters and one human girl.” She smirked. “Probably takes forever to fill, so mood-kill.”
No sooner did the words leave her mouth than the smooth interior filled with scented, bubbling water. Stunned, she stood with a laugh. “Ha. Like having my own personal hot spring.”
“Well, someone as hot as you should have a hot spring,” a deep voice said from behind.
Henley whirled, but lost her balance falling backward into the tub. Water sloshed over the edge to the tile floor as she sputtered and coughed. “Damen! Try announcing yourself once in a while, damn it!” she ground out, pushing wet hair from her face.
She hmmphed again, shooting a dirty look toward the door only to see Gunnar standing there instead. Henley blinked, sitting in a soaked robe that clung to her wet breasts, the rest floating around her like a water cloud.
“If you wanted wet,” he said walking through wet puddles to the edge of the tub. “I’m sure we could have found other ways.”
He held out his hand, and she took it. He helped her to stand, his gaze taking in every inch of her body cased in wet silk.
Vulnerable. That was the first feeling that crept over her, but the heat of Gunnar’s eyes squelched the urge to cover up. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and let him look.
Hard nipples peaked beneath the soaked, translucent fabric. Every hollow and curve, highlighted. She lifted her chin and met his intense stare.
“Wow, a private wet tee shirt contest. I should have gotten here sooner.” Damen chuckled from the door.
Henley flicked her gaze to his and watched the humor shift to raw desire. He moved to Gunnar’s side and she inhaled, peeling the wet fabric from her shoulders and letting it puddle to the water below her knees.
“Henley—” Damen warned. “Do you know what you’re doing? What you’re asking?”
“Isn’t this what we’re here to find out? If three is for me?” Her eyes moved from one to the other.
Gunnar growled low in his throat, the bright blue of his eyes even darker than they were when he kissed her earlier. “It is,” he replied. “Or it’s what we hoped.”
“Well,” she cupped each breast. “I said this place looked like something out of a storybook, but I don’t know a single tale where the princess called the shots, let alone has two princes.” Her thumbs grazed wet nipples. “Why don’t we take it one chapter at a time? See if we fit.”
12
The way she stressed the word was all the invitation Damen needed. He scooped her into his arms and turned on his heel toward the bedroom. Gunner followed, his eyes on Henley as the omega dumped her onto the coverlet.
She grinned at his playful toss, rolling onto her back and scooting up to lay back against the pile of pillows at the center. “Room for everyone,” she smirked, patting the bed on each side of her. “Like the sitcom said, ‘Three’s Company.’”
“Sitcom?” Gunnar asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t ask,” Damen replied shrugging out of his shirt and dropping it to the floor.
Gunnar did the same with a smirk on his lips. “Unless it’s a new sexual position, I don’t need to know.”
Golden hair dusted Gunnar’s chest, cresting down in a gilt V along his muscled torso. Henley licked her lips as the guys each took a side and crawled onto the bed. She reached for the buttons on each of their pants. One by one, she undid each button, slowly revealing gorgeous muscles and their dark and light nether regions, respectively.
Gunnar took her hand from his fly and lifted her wrist to kiss the tender under flesh, as Damen knelt by her head. He bent, taking her mouth with his, drawing her lower lip through his teeth while Gunnar cupped her pussy, stroking the seam of her smooth lips.
The feel of them both sent heat racing across her skin and she closed her eyes.
This was beyond belief.
Mouthwatering, sexy-yummy beyond belief!
Back home this would never happen. Never. Not to girls like her and not with guys like them. Threesomes broke all the rules, but right now rules were for cowards and her inner adventure junkie was squealing yayaah! Both men and their amazing bodies were hers for t
he moment, and maybe more. Close enough to touch and taste.
Henley knew what they wanted. In their own way, they had made it clear she was the one. Their mate. Theirs. As in completed their triad. The magnitude of what they wanted hit her in that moment and she stiffened.
“Henley?” Damen questioned, slipping his fingers under her chin so she looked at him. “What is it, love? Don’t you want us?”
“I...I—”
“Henley,” Gunnar tried. “There’s no pressure, sweetheart. It’s okay. Neither of us would even make you do anything you didn’t want.”
Damen helped her sit up, and then cupped her chin. “You know how I feel about you, baby. Since the moment we met. It’s no secret. I’ve waited to have you, love.” He let go of her chin and lifted both hands. “My hands are no longer tied. Gunnar’s here and that opens a whole new world for all of us.”
“I’ve said you’re fire,” Gunnar began. “But I didn’t mean just your temper. I meant you’ve sparked the fire that woke my inner bear, Damen’s inner bear. It’s you, love. You.”
Henley looked between then. “I don’t know what to say to that. I thought we could just play and then I’d see, but the last thing I want is to lead you on and then not be what you imagined.”
The words were so alien in her ears she almost laughed. Girls like her weren’t the ones who did the misleading, they were the ones mislead.
“Is that what you’re afraid of? That once we get a glimpse of the real you that we won’t want you?” Damen replied, doubtful. “You forget that I’ve known you for almost a year and I’ve seen you in the morning with raccoon eyes and bedhead. I’ve been on the receiving end of your foul temper and your amazing kindness. In time, Gunnar will as well. You are everything we’ve ever imagined Henley.”
Gunnar nodded. “And if there was any doubt at all, our bears would know.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her throat at the base of her ear. “Plus, we’ve already seen you naked. Very Tata-liscious.”
“Dude, where the hell did you get that word?” Damen turned, incredulous.
Gunnar shrugged. “I looked it up. We’re courting an Earth girl, right? I wanted the lingo.”
Henley looked at them both and then burst out laughing. “Okay, now that alone is reason enough to give this threesome a chance.”
With a smirk, she leaned back on the pillows and planted her feet on the mattress, letting her knees fall open. She snaked her hand down her belly to her smooth mound, and then looked at them each. “Now, where were we?” She waited for their mutually stunned expressions to fade to absolute desire, as she toyed with her pussy.
The two remained silent, licking their lips.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Damen asked.
Moving her free hand to the back of his neck, she nodded. “Ready for a little playtime?”
In seconds, Gunnar slipped between her legs, running his hands over her thick thighs. He pushed his pants over his hips, freeing his cock. Damen stripped, leaving a trail of clothes as he tossed them backward off the bed.
Naked, Damen’s mouth took hers as his hands slid from her shoulders to her tits. Gunnar flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue before slipping the rest of the way out of his pants and boots. Hooking one hand under her thighs, he kissed her inner flesh, his free hand roaming the full curve of her ass and between her legs.
Henley moaned into Damen’s kiss, his fingers working her breasts, kneading the plump mounds, his thumbs grazing her nipples until they stiffened to hard peaks. He broke their kiss, trailing his tongue over her throat to her collarbone and below, dipping his mouth to the tight, puckered bud.
She wrapped her hand around Damen’s thick shaft and rolled her thumb over his wide head, her long fingers running his corded length. She worked Damen as Gunnar pushed her knees wide to accommodate his shoulders and chest as he buried his face in her soft wet folds.
“Your pussy is so slick and swollen, love. My cock is ready to burst just looking at you.” He lifted his head from between her legs, using his fingers to spread her pretty pink pussy lips apart.
“Mmmm,” he moaned tonguing her clit. “Juicy and sweet.”
Gunnar slipped two fingers through her slick slit, curling them up to her spot, rotating his tips as he sucked her hard nub. Pulsed movements, round and round, slow then fast, then slow, had Henley arching her back as he stroked her clit with the flat of his tongue.
She ground her pussy farther into his mouth and hand until her head fell back and she cried out, spasms taking her lower body as she came.
Damen claimed her mouth again. “Straddle my cock, babe,” he whispered against her lips. “I want your wet pussy circling my dick, milking my hard length with every roll of your hips.”
He kissed her deeply, his tongue wrestling with hers as Gunnar helped her up. Damen released her mouth only long enough for her to hover over his bulging head before plunging herself down, taking him deep with one stroke.
He hissed, his fingers gripping her waist as she rode him, hips rolling as his cock thrust deep into her snug slit.
Gunnar ran a hand over her back to her ass, cupping the fleshy globe. He reached around to her clit and worked her outside while Damen worked her inside. Fingers slick with her juice, he slipped around again, circling her tight hole while his other hand gripped her breasts. He ringed the rim of her ass, teasing her slickness inward before sliding one finger slowly inside.
She groaned at the shameless feel of his invasion. He released her and she arched, lifting her hips again but then sucked in a breath, tensing at the feel of Gunnar’s thick head against her tight ring instead of his fingers.
“Relax, baby. Close your eyes and let me in,” Gunnar whispered. “Let me fill you, deep from behind as Damen stuffs you good from the front.”
Adrenaline coursed through her veins and Gunnar growled at the scent. He reached around again, cupping her pussy. Damen sucked her tits while Gunnar kept his cock prone and ready. He circled her clit, rubbing and working her until her head dropped back onto Gunnar’s shoulder and she cried out, coming hard.
One hand splayed on her belly, Gunnar tensed, waiting. Damen pulled Henley forward, his mouth finding hers, and the act lifted her ass prone. Gunnar spread her cheeks, and pressed his head through her snug entrance. She froze at the alien feel, but Damen kissed her deeper, demanding and hungry.
Her breath locked in her throat at the feel of Gunnar taking her inch by inch until his cock stretched her body and the only thing separating the two men was a thin layer of her flesh. Her body pulsed with forbidden pleasure, her legs weak as Gunnar and Damen filled her.
A final orgasm ripped through her, sending her mind whirling. Both men growled at her cry, feral and full of need, the power of her spasms sending them over the edge as they emptied themselves deeply within her.
They held tightly, letting aftershocks take them until Henley slumped onto Damen’s chest and Gunnar covered her back, spent and sweaty.
“Hen—” Damen shifted his head, craning to look at her. “You alive?”
She smiled against his sweat-sheened skin. “I don’t know. Do dead people have throbby bits?”
He grinned. “I don’t think so.”
“Then I’m as alive as I’ll ever be. Just don’t ask me to move. I haven’t recovered enough brain power to think how.”
Gunnar moved her damp hair from her shoulders and feathered kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder. “So, what do you think?”
She inhaled, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Let me get back to you on that. I’ve got system overload there too.”
He straightened from her, letting his still stiff member slide from her slowly before helping her off Damen’s lap. The three lay in a cuddled heap in the dim moonlight.
“We stink,” she chuckled. “And I’m as stiff as your cocks. Maybe we should try that inside hot spring in there.” She let a weak hand drift toward the bathroom.
Gunner kissed t
he top of one breast, letting his tongue circle her nipple. “We could. Or you could let us take you to a real hot spring tomorrow. Show you what mountain life can offer. Summit isn’t the sleepy isolated clan it used to be. That’s what I tried to tell Damen in my emails.”
“Oh for the love of—” he broke off. “I told you, I never got your communiques. Do you really think I wouldn’t have come home had you told me everything you said earlier?”
Gunnar lifted his face from Henley’s breast, and shrugged. “I sent one a week.”
“Who sent them? You personally?” Damen asked.
Henley sat up at that.
“Well?”
Gunnar shook his head. “No. I gave them to Naz Voda. Our liaison to the Lord Chamberlain in the Palladian palace.”
“Ding. Ding. Ding,” Henley said sitting up between them. “There’s your answer right there. Maddox betrayed Vander and the house of Kasaval and your guy betrayed you. He must have known if Damen came back, he’d sniff out their black market bingo and bring Vander and every warrior available to squash their plans. They had to keep Damen away to ensure Vander and everyone else was kept in the dark.”
Damen’s jaw tightened as his eyes found Gunnar’s. “Where is Naz Voda now?”
Gunnar looked between the two as they waited. “No one has seen him for at least ten months. We assumed he was killed in an avalanche. His pack and one boot were found at the base of the middle ridge.”
“The same amount of time since Maddox was poisoned and Jag killed Bors and Sharan Dul. It all fits,” Henley said.
Damen nodded. “If your guy is dead, maybe it’s because he was headed to warn the Hatun.” He thought for a moment. “We’d better let Vander know so he can send reinforcements. I don’t want to leave Henley here without trained warriors to protect her and the Summit. If the Hatun know we’re coming, then the northern slope mountain rogues do as well.”