Romancing the Paranormal

by Stephanie Rowe

  Isa may be one of Scotty’s few surviving fantasies, but she was Toryn’s other half. Isa would never forgive him, even if she wanted to. He could see it in her stance. She’d gone from ready for him to ready to bolt.

  Scotty shook his head. “If—and that’s a pretty big if—we do this, we’re all a part of it.” He rubbed his hand over his face and paced away. “Shit. I need to know we can all be friends afterward. I won’t jeopardize that.”

  Her hand landed on his shoulder. Warm and gentle, his dick lurched in response to the tenderness. “Scotty, look at me.” Her voice was a low purr, and he could do nothing but turn toward her.

  “Tonight won’t change our friendship. Not for me. Not for Toryn. We need to know you’re on board with this though. I’ll admit, I’ve been attracted to you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You being Toryn’s friend kept me from ever admitting it, but it’s true.”

  He couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, Isa. A man would have to be blind and deaf to not want you. Even then, I’m sure you’d find a way to seduce him.”

  Isa looked back at Toryn. He winked, a sly smile lifting one corner of his mouth. Turning back, she stepped into Scotty’s body and tiptoed up to place her lips against his. The kiss started soft, tentative, then heated as she pressed tighter, pushing her full breasts against him.

  He took over, spinning her toward the wall as his hands caressed up her body, over the sides of her breasts. The feminine moan that escaped nearly barreled him into pushing things further, but he stepped back.

  She stared up at him, her eyes silently begging for more. “Believe me now?” she whispered.

  Scotty took another look at Toryn. He practically panted as he watched Isa, the front of his pants bulging. Toryn was easily as aroused as he was, but stood back, waiting for a decision.

  He wasn’t ready. Scotty drew a shaky breath, staring at Isa. “We need ground rules, and not to mention, a drink.”

  She nodded, pulling the wet tank off her body, and dropping it to the floor in a soggy thump. Her black bra held her breasts like an offering. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the glorious display.

  He choked out, “Should have kept that on for now.”

  She grinned. “Distracting?”

  He nodded dumbly.

  Toryn chuckled. “Trust me, old friend, she still has that effect on me, as well. Let me get those drinks.”

  He walked between them to the small bar built into one wall of the living room. Scotty saw what he poured into the three tumblers. Faery wine.

  Scotty gave Toryn a look and a slight shake of his head. He remembered what Toryn had said about Isa’s first experience with the substance. Granted, that was before her awakening.

  Swinging his gaze back to Isa, he asked, “You okay with faery wine?”

  “Very. I assume Toryn told you about the first time I slammed it back.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Why I wanted to make sure.”

  “I’ve had it since.” She shrugged. “Besides, we both trust you, and we want to see you whole.”

  Toryn placed a glass in Scotty’s hand, then took one to Isa before gulping his back. Isa took a sip, and held the glass. Probably wise since they were about to get up close and personal, and if he over-stepped his bounds, he needed her to put him back in his place.

  Scotty threw his back, hoping the liquid courage would get him over the fact he was about to share his closest friend’s woman. How did this not change anything between them all? He wasn’t sure. However, resisting Isa when she looked at him like that was impossible.

  Self-control didn’t exist when Isa blatantly wanted a man. She was more tempting than any siren or nymph he’d ever met.

  “Let me change into some dry clothes before we talk.” Scotty took one more look at Isa’s delectable curves. “I’ll bring you a shirt so we can get through this conversation.”

  She laughed. “You could strip now.” Isa placed her glass in Toryn’s waiting hand as she kicked off her ankle boots, then opened the leather pants, scooting them down her legs.

  The tiny black thong begged to be torn from her body.

  Shit, Scotty, she’s your best friend’s mate. No tearing anything from her body unless they both beg you to do it.

  She walked toward him, a wicked smile on her full lips.

  * * * *

  The way Scotty watched her made Isa’s blood boil. Knowing Toryn was right there, watching her the same way, increased her desire. There was something freeing in having the man she loved encourage her to explore her fantasies with a man he trusted. Trust was the component she thought they all needed.

  Staring up into Scotty’s eyes, she gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his rippling muscles. She tossed the soaking wet garment to the floor and trailed her fingers back down each ridge, following the indented shadow between muscles to his pants with hungry eyes.

  His hands caught hers, stopping the motion. “Talk first. Rules. Need rules.” Such desperation in his voice.

  Toryn moved behind Isa and murmured, “If one of us says stop, we all stop. Simple as that.”

  Scotty shook his head and snapped his attention to Toryn. “I trust you, Toryn. You know where my hang-ups are.”

  “I remember.”

  Isa froze. Her eyes narrowed, remembering what Toryn had told her about the bitch’s punishments.

  Scotty leaned down and captured her mouth in a fevered kiss. He let go of her hands to wrap his around her ribs, gliding up and back to unhook her bra.

  A needy groan escaped her lips and his cock jumped in response. He kissed a trail to her ear. “Tell me you trust me. I need to hear it.”

  “I trust you, Scotty. We all want this. Let me help you,” she pleaded, tracing her fingers over the seam of his jeans.

  “Yes. I can’t resist if this is what you want.” Scotty groaned. “Promise you won’t let me ruin our friendship.”

  “Promise.” She found his top button and opened his pants. They fell to the floor and he kicked the rest of his clothes away.

  Toryn’s already naked body pressed against her back and his fingers hooked in the waist of her thong before sliding it down her legs.

  Scotty looked over her shoulder at Toryn. “Anything off limits?” His voice rumbled through her, igniting a firestorm.

  “Ask her,” came Toryn’s reply.

  “Isa?” Scotty whispered as he took a step back to devour her with those deep brown eyes.

  Her head tipped to the side, her smile soft. “Not that I can think of, but I reserve the right to redirect you.”

  His smile turned carnal as he agreed, “Tell me to stop if I go too far.”

  Not trusting her own voice, she nodded.

  He dropped to his knees before her. Toryn’s hand caressed down her thigh to lift one leg. She leaned back against him, staring down at Scotty.

  Toryn’s mouth trailed a path along her throat as Scotty’s tongue flicked over her clit.

  “Oh, god!” she whispered.

  Scotty groaned. “Knew you’d taste amazing, but I’ll be craving you for the rest of my life.” He pressed his tongue into her heat. Her whimper urged him on, and he pulled her raised leg over his shoulder before pressing two fingers deep into her as he licked at her swollen bud.

  Toryn turned her face and took her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her arm went up and around his neck as his hands moved to her breasts. He teased her nipples, ramping up the pleasure until she could hardly see straight.

  * * * *

  Toryn knew Isa teetered on the edge of release. He broke the kiss. “How does Scotty make you feel,” he asked against her ear.

  She looked down at Scotty who stared up at her. “Desperate for release. I’m right on the ledge.”

  Scotty sucked on her clit and her body spasmed as her head fell back. He pushed her thighs up and Toryn gripped her ass to hold her vertically as Scotty devoured her until Isa was screaming incoherently.

  When she finally stilled, Scotty stood up, his hands grip
ping her thighs. His eyes locked with Toryn’s. “You’re a lucky man.”

  He nodded. “We want you whole. You ready for the rest of tonight?”

  Torn, Scotty stared back. Desire darkened his eyes, but concern creased his brow. “You sure about this? She’s always been yours.”

  “I’m sure.”

  Isa’s hand tangled in his hair, pulling his gaze to hers. “After that outstanding performance, I need to reward you.” She dragged Scotty’s mouth to hers and laid a deep kiss on him. She let out a seductive moan.

  Toryn chuckled, loving how desire-drunk she sounded. “Let’s get her on the bed and give her a minute to recover.”

  “Mmm,” Scotty murmured, pulling away before throwing Isa over his shoulder like a caveman, carrying her back to the bedroom.

  Following, Toryn admired Scotty’s strong physique. He could understand why Isa desired Scotty. If Scotty were interested in dabbling with him, he’d be happy to give Isa a show. Knowing how his friend felt though, he was unwilling to push that boundary.

  Scotty laid her down, then turned to Toryn. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then don’t say anything.” Toryn moved beside Scotty without touching him. He looked down at Isa sprawled on her back, her arms over her head. Her breasts heaved with each breath.

  Scotty sighed. “Something is different. I shouldn’t have bounced back like that. I feel like myself for the first time in ages and I haven’t even gotten off.”

  Toryn gave him a crooked smile. “Maybe because you love her like a friend so the intimacy is real. A connection you haven’t had in a long time.”

  He looked down at Isa, and sighed. “You’re right. I love you both.” He glanced over with a crooked grin. “Don’t get any ideas though.”

  Toryn shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  When Scotty gazed back at Isa, her brow arched. “You mentioned not getting off yet.” She licked her lips. “You will. And the bond will snap. Then I’ll make sure no one can do what Saressa did. But this doesn’t have to end there. We’re here, clearly enjoying ourselves. I say we go until we can’t anymore.”

  Her intentions mirrored Toryn’s perfectly. If they were going there, they weren’t going to hold back on a night of pleasure.

  Chapter 7

  Isa finally came down from her post-orgasm high, sitting up as Scotty left the room. She looked to Toryn with wide eyes as a wave of guilt hit her.

  Toryn crawled up the bed. “Don’t feel guilty. I’m not the slightest bit jealous. You came apart beautifully.”

  A tiny smile formed on her lips. “I needed to be sure. You are my priority.”

  “Not tonight, Isa. We’re helping a friend we both care about. Relax. Do what you’ve always wanted to do to Scotty.”

  Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.

  He caressed her face, a silly smile on his lips. “Please, I know when you want a man. I’ve seen you give Scotty your please-fuck-me-now look many times over the years, though always when he wasn’t paying attention.”

  “You never noticed me giving you that look. And you were the recipient far more often.”

  “You always thought I wanted to give it to the guy you were with instead of you, until you were nearly taken from me.”

  He had a point.

  Scotty came back and sat beside her. “You okay, Isa?”

  She nodded, a crooked smile lifting one corner of her mouth as she considered his substantial erection. It pulsed under the weight of her gaze. “Are you?”

  His eyes burned with desire. “I need to be deep inside you this once.”

  “You have me tonight, all night. Doesn’t have to be once.”

  He looked to Toryn with a wicked grin. “If we have our way, you won’t be walking tomorrow.”

  Her brow arched at the implied challenge. “Better be ready to back that up, nymph. Toryn can vouch for my insatiable appetite.”

  Toryn leaned in to confirm, “She is, but she’s never been with two men.”

  “Always a first time for everything,” she saucily retorted.

  Toryn’s hand caressed down her back, his finger dipping between her cheeks before one digit played over her rear passage. Her breath caught.

  “Think you can handle me here?” he asked huskily.

  She laughed softly. “You’re a bit bigger than the one man I let back there.”

  Toryn caught her chin and guided her attention to Scotty’s straining erection. “Got news for you, Princess. He’s bigger than I am.”

  Scotty snorted. “That’s smart, Toryn. Scare her off.”

  Her eyes snapped to Scotty’s. “I’m not scared. But we may need to start slow if I’m taking you both at once.”

  Isa climbed to her knees and pushed Scotty onto his back. She bent over him and trailed her tongue over his straining length. Pausing to test his reaction, she looked up his body at him.

  “Shit, Isa, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Have I ever mentioned you’ve been one of my biggest fantasies for as long as I’ve known you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you.” She wrapped her hand around his base and swallowed. Shit, yeah, he’s bigger than Toryn.

  Toryn’s hands curled around her hips before tracing down her cheeks to spread her. She felt warm lube dribble onto her crack, dripping down. She wrapped her lips around Scotty’s crown and circled the ridge with her tongue. She started down his length as Toryn gently pressed one finger into her backdoor.

  A moan escaped and Scotty’s fingers threaded into her hair. More lube slid down the same path as another finger was pressed into her. She started working up and down Scotty’s thick length as Toryn stretched her, scissoring his fingers.

  It felt good, too good. One hand pressed into the bed while the other gently caught Scotty’s sac. She ran her nails over his balls and he thrust harder into her mouth, his grip tightening.

  A third finger eased into her ass and she thought she might explode from the pleasure.

  Scotty groaned and pulled her off his length.

  She pouted up at him. “I wasn’t done.”

  “Yeah, but you keep that up and I’ll come. You’ll be ready before I can go again.”

  “Oh, I’m ready,” she panted.

  Toryn let out a masculine chuckle. “We’ll take care of you Isa.”

  * * * *

  Power Scotty hadn’t felt in years flowed through him. Why was this one woman able to undo months’ worth of neglecting his needs when bedding a new woman nightly barely kept him going? Was Toryn right? Was it love?

  He’d been so close to letting go and fading away, but she gave him hope when no one else could. Isa had endless potential and a big heart. Toryn had offered something he never would have dared to request.

  The lengths these two were willing to go moved him deeply. Indebted to both, he would do anything in his power to keep them safe, especially if she decimated the bond to Saressa and prevented another such one from forming. Even if he lost the ability to form a true mate bond, he could still fall in love.

  Scotty was amazed. Isa was the one who broke through his despair. He finally realized how much he had come to rely on her smile during his darkest days. It lifted him up enough to hope for a change. Now, she had taken matters in her own hands, literally, to break him free of the prison Saressa crafted for him. Neither Toryn, nor Isa, wanted anything in return.

  Was it possible she could set him free and stay his friend?

  Isa climbed up his body, trailing kisses along each muscle until she got to a nipple and gently bit down. That snapped him out of his thoughts as she straddled his hips.

  He stared up at her and gulped. Few women ever left him speechless. Isa was one of them. Her body had always been a beautiful, sensual landscape he wanted to explore.

  “Mmm, looking at me like that makes me wetter.” She shifted her heat along his throbbing cock. Sure enough, her honey coated his length.

  He groaned. “Shit, Toryn, how th
e fuck do you ever resist when she’s yours.”

  “I don’t.” Toryn pulled her hair to one shoulder and kissed up her neck. “Let him fill you, Princess, then I’ll join, slowly. Last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

  She nodded, her eyes closed as she rose up and repositioned Scotty’s length to slide down over him.

  He moaned. “So damned tight I could be lost in the abyss and still feel you wrapped around me.”

  She let out a laugh, her gaze locking on his. “I take it that’s a compliment?”

  He nodded.

  Toryn pushed gently, bending her over, and Isa stopped an inch above Scotty’s face, her breasts pressing into him.

  His hands itched to explore, but he was barely holding onto control. He needed to thrust into her, but was afraid he’d come if he moved even a fraction of a millimeter.

  “While you recover, I plan to take my time worshipping your body. As long as Toryn doesn’t kill me.”

  “Told you, anything goes unless one of us says stop. Simple as that,” Toryn reminded.

  Scotty still had a hard time believing it was that easy. Staring into her eyes, every last doubt fell away. “I need to kiss you, Isa.”

  Delight sparkled in the gorgeous depths. Her lips brushed over his then her tongue traced the seam of his mouth. He opened and her taste exploded across his tongue.

  * * * *

  Toryn poured lube into his hand and rubbed it down his crown and shaft, making sure he was slippery. She’d only had one person there, and he worried how she would handle double-penetration, but he could always stop if it caused her pain. His role was supporting Isa, and he didn’t need to come to do that.

  Scotty asked for a kiss, and she gave it in true Isa fashion, jumping in and blowing his mind. Scotty, the master of kissing, or so he’d been told, groaned like he’d never get enough.

  Toryn silently agreed as he pushed into Isa slowly. She squeezed tight and Scotty’s head fell back on a grunt.