DangerbyDalliance

by Tina Christopher

  He smiled and sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. A shiver ran down her back when he released it. “Then you will just have to work extra hard when we’re alone.”

  She stilled. His green eyes sparkled with gold. Breathless and dizzy laughter bubbled up from deep inside her. “Maybe you better show me what you want me to do.”

  Excitement blazed in his expression and his smile took on an edge. “Maybe we should.” He looked at Archer.

  Beside her Archer’s body filled with heat and tension. He lifted her into his arms and rose. “Let’s go.”

  Warren strode out of the studio, Archer half a step behind him.

  Sarah’s mouth turned dry. She bit her lip.

  Archer groaned. “Every time you do that you make me want to do this.” He stopped and nipped her lower lip with sharp teeth, only to soothe it with his own tongue.

  Her breathing became irregular. Sparks and tingles spread across her body. Her nipples hardened and her need for them grew. She clasped his head in her hands and pulled him close for a deep kiss.

  He changed his grip until he cupped her bottom and wrapped her legs around his waist. Not releasing her from the kiss, he stumbled a couple of steps until he pressed her back against the wall. His member rubbed against her moist center. A whimper escaped her.

  “As much as I am enjoying this performance, maybe you should move it into the bedroom.”

  Warren’s voice caressed her. Gasping, Sarah looked up. They were only a few steps from the bedroom door. She giggled and Archer burst into laughter.

  She’d never seen him this happy. It was as if he’d released a part of himself he’d held shut for a very long time. Sarah tightened her legs around him and leaned close for another kiss.

  He growled and pressed her against his broad chest as he walked toward Warren.

  With each step he rubbed against her in the most delicious way. She didn’t know what they had in store for her today, but she knew the pleasure the three of them shared would fill every day of her life from now on.

  Archer dug his fingers into her round behind. Pleasure coursed through him, unbelievable pleasure.

  Sarah loved him. She loved him and Warren and accepted their relationship. His hard cock pushed against her pussy with every step. He couldn’t wait to tear off her clothes and have his way with both of them.

  But even without the unbelievable physical pleasure his heart was full.

  He stumbled past Warren and gently set her on the massive bed. His lover closed the door and stood beside him. With slow, deliberate moves, Archer undid his tie and opened his waistcoat.

  Sarah’s smile widened. She shuffled the pillows behind her, kicked off her shoes and leaned back. “I want to see you. The two of you together.”

  He froze, his shirt half undone. “What?” he croaked.

  Beside him Warren shook with laughter. “It looks like the vixen has finally been unleashed.”

  She tilted her head. “I’ve dreamed of you together even before I knew the truth. I want—no, I need to see you.”

  Warren took off his shirt. “No pressure then. We’ll just have to live up to your fantasies.”

  Her laughter echoed through the room.

  A lightness Archer had never experienced before spread through him. He turned to Warren. “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

  His lover’s eyes were mostly gold as he stepped closer and tore open Archer’s shirt. His nipples hardened in the cool air and his cock lengthened. He pulled Warren close and kissed him with all the passion and joy that coursed through him in this moment.

  Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangled, but left no loser. He ripped off Warren’s shirt as Warren dragged off his trousers. Within moments they were both naked.

  A moan pulled his gaze back to the bed. Sarah had taken off most of her clothes and cupped her breasts, still covered by her chemise. Her pupils had dilated and a flush covered her cheeks.

  Archer blew her a kiss before sinking to his knees in front of Warren. His lover groaned when Archer sucked his cock deep into his mouth. He grasped the root of the dick in a firm hold and tongued the tip.

  Warren thrust his hands into Archer’s hair and hung on.

  Archer gently—too gently, going by Warren’s growl—caressed the sensitive underside. Warren tried to push him onto his cock, but Archer wouldn’t allow it. Instead he continued to tease him with touches so gentle they were barely there, interspersed with throat-deep sucks.

  “You are so beautiful together.” Sarah’s words stroked across him like a touch.

  Archer gave Warren one last lick and rose to his feet. He kissed Warren and then took his hand. “We have someone waiting.”

  Sarah’s smile grew.

  They divested her of her last couple of garments and lay on either side of her. Archer pressed a soft kiss against her lips. “We will show you what a true ménage is.”

  Warren lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “Nothing is taboo in this relationship. There is no bad or dirty. Whatever brings pleasure is allowed.”

  “But whenever we do something that frightens you or you are uncertain about, tell us.”

  She nodded.

  Archer met Warren’s eyes. He had to grit his teeth to cling to control. With a rough exhale he leaned across Sarah and dragged Warren close for a deep kiss. Archer needed to release some of the power building up inside him and he didn’t want to scare Sarah.

  Warren gave as good as he got. Archer pulled back and looked down at Sarah. Her nails dug into the sheets and she quivered.

  Warren kissed his way down her body and settled between her thighs. Archer lifted the bottle of lube from the drawer and settled it into the portable heater. She watched his every move, complete trust in her expression.

  Archer kissed her and then worked his way to her chest. Her breasts were just beautiful. He’d always been a breast and arse man and Sarah had the most beautiful of both. He licked around the areola of one nipple while mirroring the touch on the other side with his fingers.

  He continued to play with her while filling his senses and memories with her taste, the feel of her skin, the mindless whimpers and moans filling the air when they pushed her higher and higher.

  The moment her back bowed and she screamed, he squeezed one nipple between thumb and forefinger while giving the other a sharp nip. After that he prolonged her orgasm through strokes and caresses.

  Warren raised his head and kissed his way up her body. Archer grabbed his face and kissed him. Sarah’s taste exploded over his senses.

  “I’ve begun preparing her.” Warren’s words were like a static shock racing through him.

  Archer swallowed and nodded.

  Warren rolled to his back and pulled Sarah onto his chest. She sat astride him and studied the situation. “Oh, I think I like this.” She grasped Warren’s cock and played with it.

  Warren gritted his teeth. His hands dug into the bedding.

  Archer followed her shoulder and covered her hand with his. “Ride him.”

  A shiver ran across her body. She removed her hand, but Archer continued to hold Warren’s cock. He rubbed the tip through the moisture between her legs, making both Warren and Sarah moan.

  Archer kissed her shoulder. “Slowly take him into you. Take it only as far as you can. Give yourself time.”

  “I’m no delicate flower, Archer. I love everything you are doing to me.” She slid onto Warren with one deep thrust. “Lord,” she sighed. “So good.” She dug her nails into Warren’s chest.

  He threw his neck back and thrust upward. “Do that again.”

  She paused for a moment, gaze narrowed. “What? This?” She scratched her nails along his upper arms, marking him with white lines.

  Warren pumped up again. “Exactly.”

  Archer nibbled on her earlobe. “Warren likes a touch of pain in his pleasure.”

  Her eyes widened even more. “Interesting.”

  With Warren’s and his guidance she quickly fo
und a rhythm and slid up and down Warren’s hard cock.

  Archer lifted the bottle of lube out of the heater and prepared himself. He looked at Warren over her shoulder and nodded.

  Warren wrapped his arms around her and pulled her chest against his. “Hang on, sweet.”

  She tilted her head back at Archer.

  “Fuck, she just squeezed me like a fist.” Warren panted. “She likes you there.”

  “I do.” Her whisper powered through Archer. He groaned and carefully continued Warren’s earlier ministrations to prepare her back passage. He thrust in first one then two fingers, scissoring them apart to stretch and prepare her. When she could easily take three fingers he put down the bottle of lube and settled between Warren’s legs.

  Archer kissed her nape. With care he pushed inside her, stopping whenever he sensed the pain went too far for her. Finally, after what felt like an age, but probably was only a few minutes, he was all the way inside her. He clenched his teeth. She was so tight, clasped him like a fist.

  He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. In response she tightened even further around them.

  Archer could no longer hold back. He pulled out and thrust deep inside her.

  Sarah wasn’t sure if she would survive the storm of pleasure rolling through her.

  Warren was deep inside her quim and Archer’s entry had her jumping between agonizing pleasure and sharp pain. Somehow he seemed to know when it got too much and gave her a moment to adjust.

  Now they were both so deep inside her she wasn’t sure if she could ever move.

  Turned out she didn’t have to.

  Archer pulled out, leaving behind nerve endings so sensitive she thought she would die if he didn’t come back immediately. He moved at a slow pace. As he thrust back in, Warren pulled out, his member rubbing across her clitoris.

  Sensations exploded through her.

  They quickly established a rhythm, a rhythm that would drain away her sanity. She had loved what they had shared already, but having both of them together, at the same time? It was more than she could have ever imagined.

  Sarah continued to dig her nails into Warren’s chest, loving the idea she could heighten his pleasure. She moaned and whimpered and clung to him as if she never planned to let go.

  Warren groaned. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

  “Me neither,” Archer said.

  Their words were like lightning bolts zapping her body. Sarah gasped, needing them to do something or she was sure she would die.

  Her head dropped back. “Please.”

  They increased the pace of their lunges. Warren followed the curve of her stomach with his hand and moved lower until he caressed her clit. She jolted at his touch, nearly too sensitive to stand it.

  They pushed her higher and higher. Warren rose and sucked a nipple into his mouth. At the same time he circled her clit and Archer sank his teeth into her neck.

  She screamed. The sharp pain propelled her into her climax, one so big and overwhelming she wasn’t sure she’d live. Warren groaned his release, followed quickly by Archer. His climatic bellow was probably heard in the kitchen three floors down.

  They slumped to the side, a tangled mess of limbs and heaving bodies. Warren flung his arm across Sarah and clasped Archer’s shoulder. No one spoke. Everyone was too busy gasping for breath.

  Sarah wallowed in the feel of her two men surrounding her. Their touch, scent and feel kept her grounded in the now.

  They loved her. Both Archer and Warren wanted—no, needed her in their lives.

  And she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  “I love you,” Archer whispered against her neck. She clasped her hand around his and squeezed.

  “I love that you like the painting.”

  Warren’s whisper made her heart clench. Sarah kissed him. “I see your love for me in every stroke, in every swirl of the paintbrush. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  His eyes sparkled.

  Archer moved behind her. “Hang on to Warren.”

  She did and hissed when he pulled out of her. He kissed her shoulder and apologized. “I’ll be right back.”

  Warren pulled her close. “I am impressed he is able to walk. If I tried to stand right now I’d end up in a heap.”

  She giggled. “Me too.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “Are you all right?”

  “As all right as you’d expect me to be after what we’ve just done.” Sarah licked his chest, savoring the salty edge to his delicious taste.

  He chuckled. “Give me a moment to recover before we go for round two.”

  “There won’t be a round two until after I have a bath and a cup of tea.”

  “The water is already running and Jennings is sending up a tray.” Archer came back into the room. He kissed her cheek and leaned past her to kiss Warren.

  Fire flared deep inside her. Seeing them together was more arousing than she had imagined. She wanted to watch them forever while at the same time touch every inch of their bodies.

  Warren slung an arm around Archer’s neck and dragged him down beside them. “Why are you always so fucking energetic after a good round of sex?”

  “Because one of us has to be, otherwise poor Sarah would have no one to look after her.” Archer helped her to climb off Warren and stand on her feet. Then he lifted her into his arms and walked into the bathroom.

  She snuggled into his arms and rubbed her cheek against his chest. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the bathroom. “Oh my goodness.”

  The whole room was made from white and gray marble. A huge soaking tub ran the length of the wall, but much to her surprise there was also a separate shower beside it.

  Archer chuckled. “We like our comforts.”

  “You don’t say.”

  Steam filled the air. He pulled her tight against his chest and put one foot into the water. Obviously deciding it was all right he climbed all the way in and settled her beside him.

  She groaned when the hot water soaked into her aching muscles.

  Archer kept his arm around her waist and she slumped against him.

  Warren strode into the room, his gait a little wobbly. His smile lit up his face as he saw them together. He climbed into the tub and settled at her other side.

  Perfect.

  She didn’t want to ruin the lovely moment, but there were a couple of things on her mind. “It won’t be easy.” Sarah took Warren’s hand. “Warren, are you certain me marrying Archer will be all right with you?”

  He smiled, love and contentment in his eyes. “Yes. You love me, that is all I need. I want you protected and Archer can give you that.”

  “When we make our next trip to India we can have a second ceremony that marries all three of us,” Archer said.

  She sat up straight and squealed. “We’re going to India?”

  Archer grinned, looking like a schoolboy about to do something naughty. “A little bird has told me you would like to go and I thought it would be a great destination for our honeymoon. Especially as they are far more open to polyamorous relationships than the Brits.”

  Sarah twined her arms around Archer’s neck. “I love that idea.”

  “A friend of mine is a jeweler. He will make and engrave the rings to our specifications.” Warren rubbed his hand up and down her back.

  She turned to him. “I love the idea wearing something that carries all three of us in it.”

  He nodded. “My friend is very good. We can try a couple of things and see what we all like best.”

  Archer grasped her chin and made her look at him. “Sarah, you’ve spent the last two decades hiding yourself to fit into society’s expectations. With your father’s success you would no longer have to do so, you could be who and what you want.” He waved between Warren and him. “Being with us means hiding part of yourself again.”

  She kissed him and took both their hands. “I know. And I am happy to do so if it means I am with you.”
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  No doubt.

  No uncertainty.

  No fear.

  Only love filled her.

  Warren took Archer’s free hand, making them into a circle. Life would not be without difficulties, but it certainly would never be boring. She smiled.

  Definitely something to look forward to.

  About Tina Christopher

  Tina Christopher spent her early years flitting across the Channel between Germany and England. After touring the world extensively, she finally laid down roots in Toronto. And while Canada’s winters may be frigid, Tina’s characters are anything but!

  Like most writers, Tina often hears voices in her head, but it took the encouragement of an editor friend before she actually put fingers to keyboard. While those first stories will never see the light of day, she’s subsequently honed her craft and learned to build not just worlds, but entire galaxies. Her first book from Ellora’s Cave features a galaxy filled with Vampires, Humans and angel-like aliens called Naema.

  When not imagining faraway worlds and scorching-hot encounters, Tina can be found on her sofa working through her never-ending TBR pile or venturing into the real world—whether to a nearby café or a passport-required destination. She’s a member of RWA’s Toronto chapter. Her two degrees in environmental conservation, majoring in large animal studies, come in handy when wrestling with supernatural beasties.

  Tina welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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