Cook, Kris - Lillian's Rogues [An Eternally Three Novella] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lillian's Rogue's (lit)

  “Shh. I told you that right now isn’t about tripling. It’s only about you and me. I want to explore all of you. Since that first time with you, I’ve dreamed of this moment. I want to get you so turned on you’ll think you’ve gone to heaven.”

  He leaned down, and swallowed her nipple. A spark traveled from where he sucked all the way to her aching pussy.

  His mouth left one nipple, only to swallow the other. She thrashed on the bed and fisted the sheet.

  Back and forth, he laved her chest with his tongue, causing her nipples to peak even more.

  Unable to stop herself, Lillian moaned.

  “That’s it. Let go, my love.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “I can’t wait for my dick to be inside your tight pussy, filling you up.”

  Her womb warmed and clenched. “P-Please, I want it.”

  Her body buzzed with desire as he touched her there. His thumb pressed against her clit, driving her mad with desire.

  Reno moved down and licked at her navel. She couldn’t withstand much more. But he continued his oral torture on her skin. Down he went, until his hot breath skated over her mound. Then he kissed her clit while slipping a finger between her folds and into her channel. The sensations in her body increased. Where she’d been warm before, now she was ablaze with heat.

  Fuck, she’s so tight! I can’t wait to be inside her again.

  She caught her breath and held it. His thoughts rushed in like a stampede. How the hell am I hearing his thoughts again? How does it work?

  Reno froze and looked at her. “That’s weird.”

  “What?”

  “I can hear your thoughts, too.”

  Shit! I mean, shoot.

  Her cowboy laughed. No, I think you did mean shit.

  Unable to hold back, she shot him a grin. She threaded her fingers through his hair.

  My love, I want you to feel pleasure like never before.

  Her core pulsed as he placed his thumb against her clit. He dove back down between her thighs, dotting her flesh with soft kisses. She widened her legs, as his tongue laved her bud.

  “Reno, I-I’m so close.”

  “Come for me, sweetheart.” He gently bit down on her clit.

  His command and bite shoved her over the edge. Unable to stop herself, she dug her nails into his flesh. The orgasm erupted, spreading out to every fiber of her being.

  Reno never stopped laving her swollen folds, sampling her juices.

  “Y-yesss.” Electricity shot through her like a thunderstorm. Spasms consumed every inch of her body.

  Reno stroked her thighs, and stopped his wonderful tongue assault. “I love you, Lillian.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “I see you figured out a way to keep yourselves occupied while I was gone.” Titus stood by one of the chairs, looking at her.

  Chapter 9

  Titus watched the blood rush to Lillian’s cheeks and her mouth form a perfect circle. She didn’t speak, and her lips came back together in a snap.

  Reno sat up from between her legs. He didn’t stand, but remained seated on the bed, next to Lillian.

  While she looked rested and satiated, the shade looked lusty and sweltering. She pulled the sheet up. Her incredible body disappeared from view, driving Titus mad with desire to rip to shreds the cotton covering Lillian’s soft curves.

  “Buddy, did you bring food?” Reno asked.

  “I did.” He sat the bags he carried on the bed. “Water, too.”

  Reno handed one paper sack to Lillian, and then dove in like a starving animal, ripping another bag to shreds. The donuts and bottled water exploded onto the bed. The shade swallowed one cinnamon roll in two bites before moving to another pastry.

  Even with the sack in her lap, Lillian didn’t move or look at Reno. Instead, her hazel eyes fixed on Titus. She had to be starving, too. Was she waiting for his permission? His cock hardened, knowing she was. He craved more of her submission. The centuries of pain and anguish from being subdued against his will seemed to melt into nothingness next to her demonstration of obedience. Everything about Lillian unhinged him.

  “Eat, high priestess.”

  She shot him a smile that sent him to the moon. Joining the shade in the feast, she sat up. The sheet fell away, exposing her naked breasts. Her nipples were erect and red. Titus’s cock hardened, desiring a taste.

  Lillian grabbed a chocolate covered donut and began devouring it. Poor thing must’ve been famished.

  He should hate her. She was part of The Conclave, and not just part of it, but its high priestess. Still, how could he fault her? And she’d put herself at risk to rescue them. Foolish, but he couldn’t help but admire her courage. If they’d been a second later on completing the tripling, he and the shade would be back in chains and she would likely be dead by Feandan’s hand.

  Titus clenched his jaw. He had plans for that prick that included a long, tedious, horrible death. He’d already begun working it out. With the energy he now had, how could Feandan escape his wrath?

  The power surging through him felt incredible. A massive sphere of silver light spun in his core. Lillian had given that to him and the same to Reno. Centuries had passed since Titus’s last full tripling. Still, he recalled that none of the previous triads had provided so much energy. Not even close. And what about Lillian’s bloodliner light changing from red into every color of the rainbow shooting in every direction? What did it mean?

  “Thanks, buddy. This is good.” Reno downed half a bottle of water.

  Lillian looked up, a single chocolate spot on the corner of her lips. “Thank you, Titus.”

  His lust went into overdrive. He didn’t need to triple for power, though more would be welcomed, but he craved to have her again. A high priestess of The Conclave, yes, but Lillian was different. Like it or not, she’d gotten to him.

  The tripling with her and Reno rolled through his mind. So strange. Different. Powerful. Could Lillian know more?

  “High priestess, our tripling in the cell was unique. Why?”

  She shrugged, but he sensed she was holding something back.

  He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Don’t make me ask again.”

  “O-Okay. I could be wrong, but I think we created a Perfect Triad.”

  Titus struggled with the possibility. No! He’d thought such things were only myth. The ramifications boiled into his bones.

  “A Perfect what?” Reno asked.

  Lillian continued, “A Perfect Triad is where a human bloodliner and two immortals are sealed together, forever.”

  The shade rubbed his forehead. “I don’t understand.”

  “Why would you? It means we cannot triple with any human but her. Ever.” The idea both pleased and infuriated Titus.

  “What else, sweetheart?” The cowboy grabbed her hand. “It’s okay.”

  “Well, according to the Book of Timu, I won’t die.”

  “I felt a strong bond during our tripling. Thought I was losing it. Glad I’m not.” Reno smiled. “So, what’s the downside?”

  Plenty. Titus began, “Time to pay for your meal, high priestess.”

  “What do you mean?” Lillian asked. “And why are you frowning?”

  The old memories poured into him. The suffering. The lack of control. The humiliation. They all felt terribly fresh.

  “High priestess, you didn’t stand as I commanded you. You’ll be punished for your disobedience. Get up on your feet, now.”

  Lillian leapt from the bed in a single bound. Everything inside Titus urged him forward, to take her, touch her, and fill her. He willed his desires into a tenuous surrender. For now.

  “Hold on, buddy.” Reno held up his hands. “What’s this all about?”

  “I’m going to set the pecking order straight with her right now. She’s been trained for her whole life to be in charge of our kind, to increase our desire, only to withhold release and pleasure. That’s over. You can join me or not. I don’t care.�
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  Reno stood up and stepped in front of Lillian. “You’ll not hurt her. Not while I’m here.”

  “Reno, it’s okay. He’s right.”

  Reno jerked back to her. “You’re up for this?”

  “She’s more than up for it. I have no doubt she getting wetter and wetter at the thought.”

  “You are?”

  Sheepishly, Lillian nodded.

  Damn, that gave Titus a hell of a hard-on.

  Reno grinned. “I’m game then. Whatever she wants.”

  If Titus was to be tethered to another immortal for a permanent triad, he didn’t mind it being Reno. The guy had heart, strength, and smarts. In the cell, he’d actually come to believe the shade might survive with him for a couple of centuries, unlike his predecessors.

  “Good. If she’s right, and we three are sealed together, she needs to understand how things will operate from now on. We’ll start by helping her to learn that she cannot come until you or I say so.”

  “Weird, but okay.”

  Lillian didn’t move a muscle. He liked her obedience, thrived on it, in fact.

  “What did you think of last night, high priestess?”

  “It was nice.”

  “What about the times before?”

  She looked down and clasped her hands together. “I-I wish that you could’ve come, too.”

  Titus watched a tear roll down her cheek. “You should be punished for not letting us come, don’t you think?”

  “Yes.”

  “Add Sir to your responses to me from now on. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Shade, how do you want her to address you?”

  “I don’t care. Reno works just fine.”

  “No it doesn’t. You need something that immediately lets her know you are in charge. We have to undo the training she received from The Conclave. Sure, she seems compliant now. But what if some of their brainwashing kicks in and she betrays us?”

  “Fine. Sir is fine with me, too.”

  “I think we both need different handles for her. It will lessen the confusion when she’s addressing either of us and we’re commanding her.”

  Reno shrugged. “How about ‘Commander’?”

  “Good. And we will call her ‘prisoner.’”

  Lillian let out a little moan. Their talk was getting to her. Hell, it was getting to him.

  “Do we have to do this all the time, Titus?” The shade looked a bit uncomfortable, but he never took his eyes off of Lillian.

  “Let’s just see how this goes. Prisoner, get on your knees.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Lillian dropped to her knees.

  “You’re a prick, Titus.” Reno touched her cheek. “As I recall, there needs to be a word she can utter to stop anything that is over-the-top for her.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean, shade.”

  “You wouldn’t since you’ve been out of commission for so long. It’s called a safe word. Either we give her one, or this ends right now.”

  “She won’t ever say it, but as you wish.” Titus turned to Lillian. She looked so beautiful. “The word is ceremony. Do you understand, prisoner?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Whenever you say that word during a tripling, we’ll stop everything, my love.”

  “Let’s get on with it.”

  “I don’t think you get it, Titus. Whatever this Perfect Triad thing is, I don’t know. But together in the cell, you and I gave Lillian—”

  “Prisoner,” Titus corrected.

  “Fine. We gave our sexy prisoner something incredible. I felt something inside me, so awesome and overwhelming. She gets to me on a level I’ve never known before. All I want to do is pleasure her and give her all I can. I bet you feel the same way.”

  Lillian looked up at him and Reno in a way that looked to be utter devotion.

  “Then, let’s get on with her punishment.”

  Chapter 10

  22) The Spell of Pain is not easy to master. If done properly, the immortal will be paralyzed by agony until you and your followers can either capture the abomination for The Conclave’s ceremonies or kill the abomination to rid the world of another monster.

  The Book of Timu: Verse 22—of The Conclave’s 1925 additions to the book.

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  When Titus walked over to Lillian and cupped her chin, her pussy ached. What he might have planned for her put her on edge.

  He picked her up and placed her face down on the bed. She rolled her head so that she could continue to look at him. He shed his clothes. Seeing his fully erect dick sent tingles over every inch of her skin.

  “Time for your punishment, prisoner.”

  Titus calling her prisoner, her obeying his commands, felt right. She needed this, and Titus needed to take her this way. It was the only way. Her only hope to keep them.

  Reno moved out of view, to the opposite side of the bed from Titus. She imagined how she looked, sprawled out between them on the sheets. The thought had her grinding her mound into the bed.

  Slap! The sting of Titus’s hand on her ass froze her wiggling to a stop.

  “You will not come until I or Commander say. You will not move until I or Commander say. You will not speak, until I or Commander say. Understand, prisoner?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Titus nodded and waved his hands. What appeared in his left hand sent both a chill and heat through her flesh. A large paddle. She gulped, knowing that he would burn her bottom with it for her punishment.

  Titus stared down at her, his face full of determination and strength. And something else. What?

  “You earned five strikes for not standing when I ordered you to, prisoner. Five more for your actions the first night we met and for withholding my pleasure. Five more for prohibiting Commander to come. How many is that, prisoner?”

  “Fifteen, Sir.”

  “You have more coming for the other nights in the cell, but those can wait for another time.”

  His strength blasted her to bits. And sensing the incredible pain that he harbored, how could she refuse him? She couldn’t. Besides, she wanted this, needed this. And Titus needed it, too.

  Reno spoke gently, “Sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

  She paused. Was she? Once begun, she knew there was no going back. Ever. She fisted the sheets, knowing that she wanted this more than anything.

  “Answer Commander!” Titus demanded.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Commander, I’m ready.” Her womb burned.

  “Don’t hesitate. That earned you two more strikes of this paddle.” The command in Titus’s voice held her to the bed. “What’s the count, prisoner?”

  “Seventeen, Sir.”

  “Correct. Shade, hold the paddle. I want her chained.”

  As Titus magically created restraints, an extreme urge to press her pussy into the mattress for much needed relief almost overwhelmed her, but she resisted. That pleased her, knowing she’d obeyed Titus’s command. She felt the manacles snap onto her wrists and ankles, and then Titus stretched the bindings taut until she was in a spread-eagle pose with her butt ready for his discipline.

  “I want you to count the strikes as they are delivered on that hot little ass of yours, prisoner. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Titus’s thought shot out. Give it a try, Reno.

  Okay. Here it goes.

  More of their thoughts rolled into her and—

  The little sting of the paddle to her backside smarted slightly.

  “One, Sir. Commander.” I can take more. I need more. Too soft.

  “I agree with you, prisoner.” Titus smiled. “Too soft, shade.”

  He can hear my thoughts just like Reno did before.

  “Yes, high priestess. Your mind is open to me.”

  Reno added, “Likely something about us all being meant for each other.”

  “Maybe. Can you deliver a harder blow? You heard her thoughts. She wants more. Needs more.”

>   Reno brought the paddle against her ass. Smack! This time she felt it. The pain quieted her mind and sent her desire to the stratosphere.

  “Two, Sir. Commander.”

  Three strikes followed in succession. The dreamy place it took her had no time, no guilt. All that remained was extreme desire.

  “Three, four, five, Sir. Commander.” Lillian felt the heat on her ass cheeks and the tears on her cheeks. Biting her lip, she braced for the next twelve to come. Her punishment.

  They didn’t come. Instead, hands massaged everything away. More wetness than she could’ve thought possible seeped from between her legs. God, she wanted to come. If she didn’t soon, she felt as if she might explode into a million pieces. Was this how all The Conclave’s immortal captives felt? Not just for a single night, for their entire imprisonment. And Titus had been imprisoned for centuries.

  Smack! The last strike was harder with more sting.

  “Six, Sir. Commander.”

  “Good, prisoner. Very good.”

  Reno’s words thrilled her. If she could please him and Titus, trust them to keep her safe, ease Titus’s pain, soften Reno’s memories, everything would snap into place for their new little corner of the world.

  Reno asked, “Are you doing okay, prisoner?”

  “Yes, Commander. Very good.”

  “You want to spank her, Titus?”

  “Let’s see what she wants. Tell us, prisoner. You want me to deliver some strikes on that hot ass of yours, make it nice and pink for my dick?”

  Gooseflesh popped up on her arms and legs. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Such a brave girl. I’m impressed.” Titus’s words melted her hesitation and warmed up her pussy.

  “She is amazing. I’ve never known any woman like her.” Reno stroked her hair.

  “Neither have I.”

  She ached to please them, to show them how strong she could be for them.

  “Ready?” Titus asked with a tenderness that shocked her.

  “Yes, Sir.” She bit the sheets, bracing herself.

  As Titus brought the paddle down to her ass, her mind drifted up and away. Surreal. The little bits of pain had taken her higher, away from her guilt.

  “Seven, Sir. Commander. Eight. Nine. Ten, Sir. Commander.”

  She continued the counting as Titus continued delivering her punishment to her backside. The stings were only slightly more than Reno had provided. Still, it was enough to keep her mind floating in bliss. The final one came down, a bit less than the previous ones had been.