Insatiable (The Curse of Avalon Book 3)

by Sariah Skye

  “Xander?” He blinked his blue eyes repeatedly. “I’m guessing Ava is not there?”

  I shook my head. “I can go get her, she—”

  He rose a hand. “No time. I am not sure how long this will last. How is she?”

  I nodded rapidly, “Fine! She’s fine!” I said a little too quickly.

  “That… doesn’t sound right. What happened?” He asked suspiciously, raising one of his brows.

  “She… was attacked. At the club last night. An incubus,” I replied, and not proudly.

  “Shit. Listen Xander, you guys be careful. She is going to be even more vulnerable now. Not only as a cambion, but with the Avalon magic in her, she’s going to be very appealing to any number of supes,” Lachlan insisted. There seemed to be a noise behind him, and he quickly looked over his shoulder. “I really don’t have much time. As much as I hate to admit it, Merlin knows what he’s talking about. Ask him. Tell him everything. I assume he is still there?”

  “Yeah, he’s here.” I wanted to crack a joke at his insufferability, but it’d waste precious time.

  “Good. He can help. Also, the sword.”

  “Excalibur?” I asked uncertainly.

  He nodded. “I don’t know how Arthur got it back. Years ago I thought he was dead until he appeared to me in this table. I don’t know how it’s possible. But, she needs to use it. It could be key in helping her take out Arthur, eventually.”

  “Do you think it will come to that?” I asked, concerned.

  Lachlan raked a hand through his hair; the same color as Ava’s blonde, minus the lavender ends of course. “Of that, there is no doubt. Arthur is hell bent on taking his place as king once more. He has this self-righteous need to rid the world of the modern-human scourge that inhabits it. Once, it was demons. And, he didn’t beat them, offered them a deal apparently.”

  “A deal?” I cocked a brow.

  “I wish there was more time to get into it. Merlin might know. But—the sword. It turned away from Arthur years ago, as his intentions turned dark. I’m not sure how, but if the sword deems Ava worthy, it will help in the battle,” Lachlan said.

  “Does it have to be her?” I asked nervously. “She’s not familiar with weapons at all. We can train her, but we have decades of experience with them.”

  Lachlan sighed. “I’m afraid so. For reasons I don’t quite understand. I don’t know how to activate it, either. The sword was created with magic—dragon magic—but as far as I know, no one has seen one of these dragons in years.”

  “So, we’re essentially, fucked?” I groused. This was turning into a pointless conversation.

  “There has to be a way. Keep talking to Merlin. Find Morgaine. Tell Sebastian to keep his research and tell Mathias to ask around. He has connections. Someone has to know.” A loud crash sounded behind Lachlan, and the image faded briefly.

  “Lachlan?” I called. Foolishly I knocked with a fist on the wood, trying to bring the image back.

  Lachlan’s worried face re-appeared. “I’m running out of time. I am not sure I’ll be able to get back here.”

  “Are you okay?” I asked. I knew Ava would want to know. “What about Guinevere? Where are you hiding?”

  His face—his dim image—spread into a warm smile. “We’re fine. There are many rebels in Camelot, eager to stop Arthur. I am with them, as is Guinevere. We’re on guard, but safe. I managed to sneak into the castle to come here, but my time is up. Remember, the sword. And, remember, Avalon is key in stopping all of this, and keeping Camelot and Arthur out of your world.”

  “Avalon my girlfriend, or Avalon the magic?” I grimaced, these intrigues were wearing thin on my nerves.

  Lachlan’s face darkened. “Both.”

  Grumbling, I nodded. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

  “Did you ever find Nadina?” Lachlan asked hopefully.

  I shook my head. “No, she disappeared without a trace. We’ve checked your place several times to see if she’s returned; there is no sign of her, no wards had been broken.”

  He nodded slowly. “Figured.” The image shimmered and faded. “I must go.”

  “Stay safe, Lachlan.”

  “You as well. And, Xander? Please take care of my girl. Not just her body,” his face soured at the allusion, “but also her heart. She’s tough but…”

  “I know,” I said, with a grin. “We will see you soon…somehow.”

  “Somehow.” And Lachlan’s image disappeared, and the piece of wood returned to just an innocuous piece of furniture once more.

  “Shit…” I said, suddenly bothered by his absence. “This is… fuck.” Scrubbing my hands over my face, I let out a frustrated noise. “What do I do with all this crap now?”

  Sierra let out a small bark from a sitting position nearby. I didn’t even notice she’d been there, I was so spaced out and she was so quiet. Her ears perked, I swore she was saying something.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll go tell her.” I reached over to ruffle the dog’s fur and her tail twitched back and forth gently. According to Ava, that was excited for her.

  I frowned, knowing that Ava was probably curled up with Bash, sound asleep. I didn’t really want to walk in on that, but what choice did I have?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Xander

  Before going to find Ava in Bash’s room, I sought out the other spaces she might be: with Trystan or Mathias, and they were both alone. Mathias was reading his tablet and drinking coffee, lounging on the sofa, casually scratching Percy behind the ears. Trystan’s plaid jacket was missing from the hook by the door so unless she woke up at the ass-crack of dawn, he was checking on the animals alone.

  I groaned outwardly. I could wait until she woke up, but she’d be pissed if I didn’t get her right away. She’d been terrified not knowing of his outcome. Plus, I hadn’t seen her since Bash whisked her away last night and I needed to see for myself she was okay.

  So reluctantly, I went to his room and paused outside the door, listening for…sounds. I didn’t want to come in if he was having one of his nightmares; Bash about had broken my nose when I tried to help him once. Not going down that road again.

  Knocking lightly, not wanting to disturb them, I listened at the door; no one responded. Frowning, I turned the doorknob and carefully slipped into his room from the hallway, planning to wake her up.

  Only, she was already awake. They both were. Oh fuck, I thought in a quick panic. I swallowed dryly; she was completely naked, straddling and sitting atop of my friend, gyrating her hips in a definite pattern. Bash’s eyes were drooped, as he bit his lower lip, and his hands tightly gripped Ava’s shapely ass so hard there were fingertip marks left in their wake.

  Shit. To interrupt or leave and have her get pissed at me for not interrupting. How are they not seeing me?

  And why am I not tearing out of here?

  Ava giggled, leaning over Bash, her hair cascading down her shoulder, creating a sort of golden waterfall around them. Like a halo. She brushed her lips over his and he deepened the kiss while she rode him, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from the both of them. I felt like an ass and a traitor when my dick turned rock solid.

  I was no stranger to seeing Bash get it on with a woman. Hell, it’s how we survived for many years. And, I was secure enough with myself to acknowledge: the dude was hot. As far as dudes went. If I were into guys, he’d be my first choice. It would have made life easier for both of us, but… it just wasn’t to be.

  But that was a matter of survival. This? This was just hot.

  And speaking of hot, my skin was growing flushed by the moment, watching them in the throes of passion. I should have left and come back later, or announced my arrival but… I couldn’t. Like some sort of voyeuristic jerk, I just stood there… watching. I don’t know what it was; a mix of their blissful unawareness of anything else, their happiness, the way their creamy skin mixed with each other’s, like there was no end to either of them; they meshed together perfectly like a piece of art.
Art that I longed to be a part of as they laughed flirtily and just…enjoyed each other. It was beautiful.

  And I was a fucking asshole for standing there.

  Bash and I never discussed sharing actual girlfriends, not just survival conquests. But, I could just hear Ava, had she acknowledged my presence, say, “Well, don’t just stand there.”

  She’d like it… right? After all she’d been sorta thinking about it for days, right? I’d deal with Bash later.

  “Fuck it,” I whispered, and gently stepped into the room. Neither of them detected my presence yet; his room was mostly dark, all his electronics had fallen asleep, and he always kept the windows shut, but the curtains on his canopy bed were drawn open on this side. I could feel the energy and sexual heat pouring off of them, radiating off their skin.

  They were so into each other they either didn’t feel or didn’t care when the bed shifted under my weight, and when Ava shifted upright to take Bash in deeper—causing them both to groan loudly, I took my chance, and gently brushed the hair out of her face and down over her shoulder, exposing the warmth and softness of her neck.

  She laughed throatily. “About time you joined in, Jian.” I shivered, my cock hardening even more; something about the way she said my name—my real name—just drove me insane.

  “You saw me?” I whispered into her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

  “Fuck, man it’s not like you were quiet,” Bash groused good naturedly.

  “You don’t care?” I asked uncertainly, snaking my hand around Ava’s upper body, seeking out one of her full, peaked breasts. Her head rolled back onto my shoulder and she moaned, seeking my eyes with her sky blue hooded ones.

  “Nope. Just no back door action. Yet.” She said huskily, reaching back and grazing a finger across my jawline, all while she rhythmically bucked her hips against Bash.

  “Duly noted,” I said, already lightheaded at the intensity of her touch.

  I exchanged a look with Bash, over the years we’d developed a certain rhythm to this, but the dynamics were different. This was actual pleasure, not survival. Everything was different when I actually had to be good. I tried not to focus on the negative; was she pissed I interrupted them? Was she enjoying it, as I roved my hands all over her curvy, feminine body, her skin ablaze and glistening with sweat? But, as she rocked back and forth, I noticed her breathing hastened and her eyes slid shut, an expression of bliss on her face; she paused briefly to throw me a sultry glance over her shoulder, tossing her hair behind her, the silken strands tickling my bare chest.

  I about fucking lost it. Hair was my thing. She knew it. I didn’t know why; it just was. I had to actively concentrate on my breathing before I blew my load right then and there. It didn’t help that she tipped her head onto my shoulder, reached up and fisted a handful of my hair, and pulled my face to hers in a demanding kiss.

  “Shit…” Bash muttered, as she broke the kiss, leaving me breathless, and gave him a wolfish grin. She knew exactly what she was doing, that minx, when she tossed me the same look.

  Well, shit. I swear my heart leapt into my throat and I forgot everything with that look; why I came in here in the first place, who this other asshole was with me, or even who I was.

  All I knew is I—myself and that blond jackass—were the luckiest damned people on the planet; human, demon or otherwise, because she chose us. And I was pretty sure this was the exact moment I got over my bullshit jealousy and grew the fuck up.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Was this really fucking happening?

  Yeah, it was.

  All I had been trying to do was free Bash from his nightmares; to repay the favor like he did for me. He’d fallen asleep after me, and was trembling and whimpering, the sound so desperate and despaired my heart sank to the floor; like that first night I spent in the guys’ house. I heard his screams from down the hall, I couldn’t help but seek him out then. Now, he was so sexy as he slept, even uneasily, all I wanted to do was get close to him; to make him feel better. And he definitely did when I let my hand roam his thigh tauntingly. He’d woken up slowly—mind and dick alike— and I took it one further, straddling his leg, my hand dangerously close to his length. He glanced at me sleepily, like he was slightly confused. “I’m sorry,” I had said, looking up at him from over his stomach. “Should I stop?” I said coyly. He just snorted.

  “Hell no! I’m not insane! I’d never protest to waking up like that!”

  Grinningly slyly, I shoved down his boxers, and gripped him tightly, slowly moving my hand up and down. He reared gently against me, his hands threading through my hair when I took the smooth length of him into my mouth. He gasped and moaned, breathing sharply in through his teeth, as I mastered his cock in tandem with my mouth and hand.

  I didn’t last long at that though, before I got a jaw cramp but he didn’t care. Still totally nude from earlier, and already wet and ready again, I climbed on top of him and took him inside me; he happily relinquished control.

  And now, I was still here, straddling Bash, him still inside me and in comes Xander. And neither of them mind?

  Pretty sure I was officially the luckiest woman on the planet right about now.

  Weeks ago if someone told me, “Hey, one day soon you’ll get banged by two of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen—at the same time!” I would have told them to stick their heads in the microwave, press “start”, and irradiate out the stupid; they were mad. Batshit nuts. But, here we were.

  Hell. Yes. For once, my obnoxious Ava inner-monologue didn’t snark at me; just praised me for a job well-done. I considered that a triumph.

  My world spun into oblivion, as Bash gripped my hips and dragged me with him as he propped himself up higher against the headboard of his bed, and Xander sidled up next to me, wrapping his arms around my upper body, threading his fingers through my hair and bringing it to the side, and searching out all my sensitive spots with his lips.

  Bash’s hands slid down underneath my ass and firmly pressed into the cheeks; I was pretty sure I’d have fingertip shaped red marks or otherwise there later. And I didn’t give two flying fucks about it. He began to buck underneath me and I groaned, as another pair of hands roved over my stomach, and clutched one of the full mounds, heavy with want and desire. Ho-ly SHIT it was hot! The pad of Xander’s thumb traced across the nipple and it peaked in his touch, sending pangs of painful pleasure through my nerves straight to my core; and I instinctually clamped down my walls tightly over Bash’s shaft, drawing him even deeper inside, and he moaned loudly. I guessed he liked that.

  I didn’t have time to gloat; Xander was seeking out my sweet spots, licking the salty, sweaty sheen of the tops of my shoulders, to the soft spot under my ear, and trailing over to the top of my spine. Looking over my shoulder at him, I grinned lazily, and he flashed me that damn sideways smile and I swooned; glancing between the two of them briefly. Xander with his vulnerable sexiness and his passionate expression with everything he did, Bash with his boy-next-door attractiveness, with a hint of trouble in those silver-blue eyes telling everyone he definitely was far from innocent.

  “What is it, quina di?” Xander purred in his honey baritone voice into my ear. Chinese had never sounded sexy to me, but the way he said everything? I was putty with each word.

  I didn’t answer him though, just gazed at him through my lust-filled haze and smirked, reaching around to grab a fistful of the hair at the back of his head, and pull him down to my lips for a long kiss.

  “Shit…” was all Bash said.

  It took a few moments until they found a rhythm but when they did, it was beyond blissful, perfectly in sync like the time in the garden with me in between them; Bash rising his pelvis up to match my movements, pausing briefly to rise up and pull me into a kiss, Xander’s hands still roving my body, coming dangerously close to my clit. I moaned inside of Bash’s mouth, as his tongue grazed mine.

  Bash’s movements grew harder and more feverish, and his handsome face was r
elaxed into a state of euphoria.

  Xander gently bit at my earlobe, tugging it between his lips, distracting me as he slipped a finger in between my legs, and massaged around the swollen, slick bud there, taunting and teasing it with just the right touch. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a series of breathy moans.

  That was enough for Bash; his grip on my hips was hard and purposeful, pulling me closer onto him as he found his release, groaning through it with a staggered moan. I hadn’t yet reached my peak, but I was close. Damn close. My body vibrated and tingled as Bash shuddered beneath me, panting and gasping heavily until he calmed. He carefully slid out from under me, and Xander wasted no time prompting me to flip over. I obliged, and Bash took me into his arms, our sweaty forms pressed together as Xander took a moment to strip off his shorts and boxers. I licked my lips in anticipation, not needing any encouragement to part my legs for him.

  My opening was wet not only from myself, but from Bash and I breathed quickly thinking about Xander taking his place now, where Bash just was. So. Fucking. Hot.

  He filled me up once again to the hilt so completely I cried out loudly. Xander began to move, and Bash who was still pretty spent was tracing lazy circles over a nipple of my breast, occasionally kissing my neck or cheek as he held me for Xander. I noticed there were definitely some differences to how they felt; Xander was slightly bigger around, but Bash had a gentle curve that just automatically sought the right spot deep inside. Both felt incredible in their own ways, and I focused on the full feeling as Xander thrust into me with wild abandon; usually he was slower, but he was clearly on a mission right now.

  Explosions began to form behind my eyes, and the pressure increased exponentially until it exploded, and I writhed wildly underneath him, Bash wrapping his arms around me for support. I cried out over and over, whimpering as the orgasm crashed and crested, my heart slamming into my chest from my lust and overexertion.

  Xander wasn’t far behind, and I felt him pulse inside me, groaning long and hard as he slumped his body weight over me, his head resting against my stomach as it rose and fell rapidly from my erratic breathing.