Dark Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 5

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Gabriyel had time to settle in and recognize her need for more than one man. Her thoughts brushed lightly with his, and she knew she could count on him for help. Deep inside his soul, he wanted her all for himself, but he recognized the energy within her that needed an outlet. If he could take all that power unto himself, he would, but since he couldn’t, Gabriyel accepted her need for more men.

  Lorren was just now coming around to her way of thinking. Amazingly, Errion had put up almost no resistance to the idea at all. He welcomed her ties with both men, as he wanted them himself. The only glitch was between Lorren and Gabriyel. Neither man liked the other and that wasn’t likely to change.

  As Gabriyel climbed across Errion’s chest, teasing his cock to Errion’s hungry mouth, Farjika let her hand wander to her sex. Smoothing her fingers across her clit sent tiny surges along her skin, nothing too intense, just small jolts that hardened her nipples and alerted her senses.

  Watching Errion suck Gabriyel was not only arousing, but also thoroughly educational. As Gabriyel said, Errion was a master of the art. He used his entire face to bring pleasure to the man he serviced. Lips, tongue, teeth, even the rough hair on his chin and cheeks became tools at his disposal.

  As a true master of oral pleasure, Errion didn’t rush. Just as he had while binding her, Errion took his time. A true connoisseur lingered over the mundane, elevating even the smallest act into something grand. Errion did so with Gabriyel’s cock. Not tentative but aggressive, he tormented and teased the massive prick hanging above his face. Willingly he gobbled the tip, his lips slurping along the shaft, and when Gabriyel lifted up, dangling his sac over his face, Errion lapped hungrily at his balls.

  Gabriyel clung to his climax selfishly, wanting to make Errion work for his release, but also, she suspected, Gabriyel wished to put on a show for her. So too did Errion. Watching them tease and torment one another was beyond sensual. A duel of passions, a battle of force against withholding… She debated who would win. Errion was skilled, but Gabriyel was legendary in his staying power.

  Watching Gabriyel’s length disappear into Errion’s mouth enkindled all her passions. Despite her intentions, she left her chair behind. When she approached, both men cast loving gazes on her. Without a word, they embraced her into their tableau, settling her above Errion’s face as Gabriyel filled her from behind.

  His cock slid into her, scraping the walls of her sex as Errion flicked his tongue over her clit. Gabriyel kept one hand on her hip to steady her and dropped the other behind to stroke Errion.

  As they moved together, she realized what she loved most about Gabriyel was his innate need to please not only her but also all involved. He was a true lover of passion, a fearless provider of lust. Just like Errion, Gabriyel didn’t worry about issues of male or female. His time as a recruit and then a palace guard left him comfortable with the pleasure of other men.

  “Is there room for one more?”

  Her head whipped around.

  “I got the butler to set me free.”

  Lorren, bare-naked Lorren, with his cock harder than stone, his eyes plaintive and hungry, stood beyond the bars. Farjika should have been able to sense him, but her attention was too riveted on Gabriyel and Errion.

  Gabriyel growled very low and deep in his chest, like an animal threatened. He rammed his cock hard into her, so forcefully she winced, which only made Lorren’s lip twitch. Gabriyel grasped her breast possessively.

  Balancing these two alpha males would take the greatest depth of her skills. She despaired that they couldn’t be more like Errion, who knew how to share. With her new strength, there was plenty of her lust to go around; not a one of them would ever go without. Although telling them that and showing them that were two different things.

  Her palm over Gabriyel’s heart silenced him. Her eyes met his sky-blue gaze. Despite his love-filled eyes, he despised Lorren. Gabriyel hated that Lorren might steal her away. Her heart broke as she witnessed Gabriyel’s fear.

  In Diolan, she whispered, “I would never leave you. How can you think such a thing?”

  Gabriyel grasped her hips and shoved his cock deep into her passage. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure, but also she steadied him and demanded he allow Lorren to join them.

  Reluctantly, Gabriyel turned away, letting her do as she wished. Her hand to Lorren bid him entrance to the cell. Cautiously, Lorren approached. When he came near, she leaned up and kissed him, tasting his longing and his fear that he would never fit in. She disabused him of the notion with her forceful kiss.

  With a little careful maneuvering, she and Gabriyel slid back so that she could take Errion in her hands and Lorren could straddle his face, allowing her to lean forward and help him lick and suck at Lorren’s cock. When she wasn’t leaned over, Lorren teased her breasts, his fingers working at her clit, which often caused him to bump into Gabriyel’s cock as it filled her passage. Each time he did, Gabriyel growled low in his chest.

  “Please stop doing that,” she admonished him softly in Diolan. “I feel like I’m mating with an animal.”

  “I am an animal.” Gabriyel drew all the way out of her, then thrust up so hard he lifted her away from Lorren’s probing fingers.

  Lorren tried to hide his frustration, but she felt it anyway. He wanted to be the one inside her.

  Her gaze drifted down to Errion, who gave her a lifted a brow and a lopsided grin, as if asking what did she expect? Neither man was ever going to back down, and keeping them from going after each other would become bothersome if not downright dangerous. A secret little thrill washed over her that she could command such intense passions in two incredible men, but a niggling doubt was there too—how much of this was about the mystical bond rather than her allure?

  When she leaned forward and took Lorren’s cock into her mouth, she tasted herself on him. As she and Errion drew him closer to climax, Gabriyel lessened the intensity of his thrusts so as not to force more of Lorren’s prick down her throat than she could take.

  Even though she couldn’t see them, bent over as she was, she felt Lorren and Gabriyel sizing each other up as they faced each other over her back. Gabriyel kept a possessive grip on her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh hard enough to mark her. As he rocked back and forth, he did so slowly, tensing every muscle he possessed. To her, Gabriyel seemed to want Lorren to see his power, his strength, and he was determined not to climax first.

  Lorren held still, letting her and Errion set the pace, but she felt him tensing and posturing just like Gabriyel. Errion’s cock in her hands strained upward, ready for release. Plunging his hands down through the tangle of limbs, Errion encircled her hands with his, showing her that he enjoyed a far rougher and tighter touch than she’d been giving him. Clamping her hands more firmly around him caused him to groan, which made Lorren thrust, which sent her back onto Gabriyel’s cock.

  Errion erupted, gushing against her hands and belly, pushing her over the edge, clamping her firmly around Gabriyel. He hung on to her so tightly he immobilized her. Against his will, Lorren came, jetting into her mouth. Satisfied that he’d prevailed by lasting longer, Gabriyel took three leisurely strokes, then came deep inside, filling her with his pleasure.

  For a long moment, they were a tangle of flesh, quivering with release, all issues and challenges lost in the beauty of climax. But like all moments, this one was fleeting. Once the last of the jolts had faded away, Lorren lifted her up and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, his hand cupping her sex as he also touched Errion’s spent cock. The only one he refused to make any contact with was Gabriyel.

  Not to be outdone, Gabriyel clung to her, kissing her neck in an effort to pull her attention away from Lorren. Their conflict swirled the energy in her body, pressing the power against her skull.

  “Farjika?” Errion moved Lorren back so he could sit up. “You’re bleeding.” He touched below her nose. His hand came away covered in crimson.

  Once she saw the blood, she felt t
he cold wetness slip down her lips and off her chin. Drops splashed against Errion’s cock like pudgy red tears. A wave of dizziness caused her to fall back into Gabriyel’s arms.

  Quickly they untangled and got her laid back on the bed, a cool cloth pressed against her face. As swiftly as the pain had come, it disappeared, and the bleeding stopped. She sat up, baffled as to the cause until Lorren and Gabriyel argued over which one of them would carry her upstairs. Her head pounded and her nose gushed anew.

  “It’s you two idiots!” Errion grasped her arm and pulled her from the cell. Before Lorren or Gabriyel could follow them, Errion clanged the bars shut. “You two are going to stay there until you can stop fighting.” He plucked the key from the lock, slipped it in his pocket and then helped her up the stairs.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Gabriyel watched as Lorren shook the bars, yelling after Errion. Against his will, he could see why Farjika was attracted to him, at least physically. Lorren was tall, lean, muscular and had just the right amount of dark body hair along his chest, sex and legs. Lorren was perfectly proportioned. Even his cock had an amazing symmetry, where Gabriyel’s curved to the left, but his visual appeal couldn’t make up for what he really was. Inside the man was a monster. What he’d done to Farjika was unforgivable. He’d hurt her and caused her tremendous pain.

  Although, to be fair, if Lorren hadn’t done what he’d done, Gabriyel never would have had the courage to approach her and tell her the truth about his feelings. Likely, he would have spent his life admiring her from afar, settling for another woman who he would have loved but not with the depth of emotion that he felt for Farjika. Not that Gabriyel was about to thank Lorren for any of that. Lorren deserved nothing but gut-wrenching punishment.

  “You’re wasting your time.” Gabriyel settled back on the bed. He’d been in their little prison for quite a while now. Despite his best efforts, he’d found not a single weakness. “Rattle the bars all you want, they aren’t going to budge.”

  “Shut up.” Lorren didn’t even bother to look at him. After bellowing at the top of his lungs for one of the robots and getting absolutely nothing in response, he finally relented. With a last shake of the door, he turned. “And what makes you think you get the bed?”

  Hands casually placed behind his head, Gabriyel measured him with his gaze. “Because I was here first.” Right after he spoke, he realized how childish they both sounded. Errion was right—their fighting was hurting Farjika, and that was the last thing he wanted. However, knowing something intellectually and actually correcting the behavior were two different things. If Lorren would just bow to his superiority, this would all be resolved.

  Lorren’s right eye narrowed in assessment. “This is my home.”

  “So by extension, that would make this your cell?” Gabriyel asked.

  “Yes, so move.” Lorren pointed at the chair. “You can sit over there.”

  Stretching out comfortably, Gabriyel said, “This must be very difficult for you. Master of the manor, captive in his own prison.”

  The remark had the desired effect. Lorren’s nostrils flared as his upper lip twitched. Clearly, the man had no fighting skills at all. Everything he felt, he showed with his body language. Foolish man. Only a rank amateur displayed his anger during battle. Feeling the anger was a good thing, as it heightened a man’s strength, but displaying it only gave your opponent advantage.

  Gabriyel could see Lorren was considering jumping him. Again, foolishly, he was judging the distance with his gaze, broadcasting his intentions more clearly than an information crier at the palace.

  Goading him, Gabriyel patted the area next to his hips. “We could share.” He deliberately took his gaze from his cock to Lorren’s mouth. “Often a soldier will offer such pleasures to his captain to curry favor.” It wasn’t true, at least not in his case, but his comment increased Lorren’s fury. At any moment, he was going to lash out in uncontrollable rage, and that’s when Gabriyel would have him. He almost felt ashamed at how easy taking him down would be.

  “I’m not a soldier, and you most defiantly aren’t my captain.” Lorren placed his hands on his hips, trying to make himself look larger, another obvious ploy. “You couldn’t even protect Farjika.” Lorren took a step in his direction. “A real man would have kept her safe, but what did you do? Oh, right, you fucked her as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling.”

  The jibe landed and struck deep, but Gabriyel held his position. “As I recall, that was your idea.” He waited a moment as if remembering. “Apparently, you weren’t up to the task yourself.”

  Lorren’s entire body tightened another notch. Pushing him over the edge was going to be incredibly simple, not to mention a lot of fun.

  “Well, if you’re not going to suck my cock, then I’m going to get some sleep.” With a bored sigh, Gabriyel rolled over on his side, facing away from Lorren, practically daring him to attack, which he did. Launching himself across the room, Lorren growled as he jumped for Gabriyel’s back, but by the time he landed, Gabriyel had rolled over, pressing against the wall.

  Stunned, Lorren landed hard on the bed. Before he knew what hit him, Gabriyel had him flat on his back. He pinned Lorren’s arms down with his knees. Settling himself across his chest, Gabriyel smiled down at his captive.

  “You seem to forget who I am.” Gabriyel leaned close. “I have spent my entire life mastering the art of fighting. I’ve been told I’m very good at it. That’s probably why Farjika’s father put me in charge of her safety.”

  “You’ve been doing a great job.” Lorren smirked. “I’m sure her father can’t wait to reward you for what you’ve done to her.”

  Shame flushed heat across his face. “I could kill you with one blow.”

  Up his sleek brows went. “And what do you think Farjika will think of that?”

  “I’ll tell her it was an accident.” Gabriyel leaned close enough to taste Lorren’s sharp breaths. “Accidents happen all the time, especially when two men are locked in a small cell.”

  Lorren didn’t start to panic until Gabriyel placed his forearm across his throat.

  “Get off me, you muscle-bound animal!”

  “Degenerating into name calling. The last act of a pathetic coward who attacks when a man’s back is turned.”

  Lorren spewed a variety of vulgarity, most of it Gabriyel was unfamiliar with, but he always did enjoy language lessons. Lorren’s chest was tight against his legs and buttocks, feeling hard and just a bit rough from his body hair. Even after a powerful release within Farjika, he grew hard again. Never in his life had he been capable of such rapid cycling. He hadn’t been this excitable since he was nineteen seasons old.

  “Struggle all you’d like.” Gabriyel adjusted his legs, digging his knees in to steady his position as he crushed Lorren’s arms down by his sides. Lifting his hips displayed to Lorren what he was inadvertently doing to him. “All your struggling is giving me ideas.”

  Snarling and snapping, Lorren redoubled his efforts to break from the hold. However, without any training, that simply wasn’t going to happen. He strained and bucked, wrenching his body side to side to push Gabriyel off, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He tried to use his unbound legs to advantage, but he couldn’t get any leverage with the mount position Gabriyel held.

  Once he’d stopped, Gabriyel taunted him into another flurry of struggles by yawning hugely. Eventually, he achieved his goal. Lorren had utterly exhausted himself, while Gabriyel had retained all of his energy. Of course, when he pointed this out to him, Lorren wasn’t at all grateful for the information.

  “I’m simply trying to instruct you so that you might become a better soldier.”

  “I’m not a soldier!” Lorren went limp, trying to fool Gabriyel into releasing him, but he wasn’t falling for it.

  “What are you?”

  “I’m a businessman. One of the most notable on all of Avalith.” Gabriyel appreciated how difficult it was for Lorren to look smug with his arms pinned
along his sides and a man sitting on his chest. Somehow, he managed. “I’m also one of the wealthiest.”

  Gabriyel nodded as if he were genuinely impressed. “You designed the maid that Errion sicced on me.”

  A flash of jealousy sparkled in Lorren’s gaze. Apparently, Lorren didn’t know that Errion had been playing with him. Every time he turned around, this man just gave him more leverage. As superior as he felt, Gabriyel also felt a little sorry for him. Lorren had probably never been in a fight in his life, whereas that was all Gabriyel knew. Clearly, he had the advantage. He didn’t need to rub Lorren’s face in his defeat, but he couldn’t seem to stop.

  “Well, after Errion got things going with that amazing mouth of his, he had the maid finish me off so he could watch.” Tilting his hips forward, Gabriyel deliberately rubbed his cock up Lorren’s chest. “You two certainly do like to watch.” He rocked back. “I guess when you’re not very good at doing, you have to be satisfied with watching.”

  Lorren’s eyes went wide as the insult landed.

  Gabriyel leaned forward and whispered, “I noticed you couldn’t take your eyes off me and Farjika. Now that you’ve seen a real man in action, do you think you might be able to fumble your way through an encounter? Who knows, you might accidentally get her to climax.”

  Nothing infuriated a man more than denigrating his bedroom skills. Lorren fell for it just as hard as Gabriyel had fallen for Farjika. Rage turned his handsome face into a twisted mask. Spewing violent threats, he struggled so hard he almost worked one arm free, but all Gabriyel had to do was clamp his knees against him.

  “I’ll let you go if you surrender.”

  “I’m not surrendering to you!”

  “Well, then this is going to be a long night.” Gabriyel glanced around the sparsely furnished cell. “Not a lot to do but talk. Is there something on your mind?”

  Lorren gnashed his teeth in the direction of Gabriyel’s penis.

  “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve seen how incompetent you are at sex. You practically ripped Errion apart. Poor man probably won’t be able to sit comfortably for days.” Gabriyel lowered his hand. “Although, I guess I could use your face for target practice.” Gingerly he stroked his cock, watching horror widen Lorren’s eyes.