“Look at me,” Rock ordered and Destiny’s gaze met his. “You will know who’s taking your body. There will not be anyone else in your thoughts.”
His snapped order sent another wave of arousal over her. She wondered what he was concerned about, but the inferno building inside her burned away any such thoughts. Rock’s strokes changed as he alternated from short jabs to deep plunges. Destiny never knew what he would do next and the anticipation built higher and stronger as he ravaged her body.
“Oh, god. I can’t take more.”
“You can.” She clung to the sound of Rock’s confidence in her. She was certain she was going to spin apart. “Take your pleasure, Atan, claim what is yours.”
It was as if her body had been waiting for his reassurance, because the moment he said the words, Jag pressed another finger into her ass. It was too much. She cried out and dug her heels into Rock’s lower back. “Oh, yes! More! More!”
Arching her back, her breasts pressed up. A large, strong hand cupped one breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. She screamed as it all came to a rushing peak inside of her. She felt like the focus of a tunnel of energy that spilled out over everything around her. Rock roared out his release as he slammed up into her before dropping over her and pinning her to the edge. The softness cupped her body and prevented him from crushing her. Not that she would’ve minded.
“Are you all right?” he whispered against her cheek, pressing kisses against her jaw.
“More than all right.” She lifted her chin and he followed the line of her neck, nibbling against her skin as he slipped his cock from her body. She felt a soul-deep emptiness at his retreat, but when she opened her eyes she met a hungry green gaze. Her body reacted as if she hadn’t had a mind-blowing orgasm moments ago.
“My turn.” Jag’s voice sounded more like a growl and her pussy clenched. She wanted him to claim her and make this memory perfect. No matter what happened in the future, no experience would ever match this one. Maybe she would be able to come back and visit them again one day, but she’d have to be careful. Instinctively knew she’d leave a piece of her soul behind every time she saw them.
Rock moved to the side and Jag lifted her up. Destiny blinked in surprise when she realized that her arms weren’t stuck anymore. Rock fucking her silly must’ve jarred them loose or broken the vacuum that held her there. Not that she cared at the moment.
Jag wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body, rubbing his cock against her hypersensitive pussy. Every stroke made the thick head of his cock press against her clit and sent a jolt through her system. He turned them around and leaned back against the pool wall. Her thighs tightened against his hips and she ground her pussy against the length of his cock. Each slippery slide along him elicited a groan from them both as she imagined what a lap dance might entail and tried to mimic it.
She braced her hands on his broad chest, feeling the muscles flexing as they both moved. His eyes were the most incredible shade of intense emerald she’d ever seen and he looked at her as if she was a goddess. His grip on her hips tightened and he dragged her up his body so that her breasts were at his lips. A sensual smile curled the corners of his lips and he winked at her again before capturing one nipple. It felt like an electrical current ran from her nipples to her clit as he worshipped her breasts. She ground her pussy against the muscles of his torso, chasing the orgasm that was quickly building.
Jag tightened his grip on her and prevented her from moving herself too much as he let go of her nipple and slid her down his body. “You’re mine as well, Atan.”
For now. The words died on her tongue as the broad tip of Jag’s cock pierced her entrance. He was slightly wider than Rock has been but not quite as long. He plunged deep with one sure stroke, plundering her wet core and stealing her breath.
“That’s right, don’t bother arguing.” This position distracted her attention, as Jag seemed to be sitting on a ledge of some sort, but she didn’t remember feeling one there earlier. She pressed her knees into the soft coating and used it as leverage to lift herself up and then press back down.
“Yes.” Jag’s teeth looked clenched together as he spoke. “Fuck my cock, Atan.”
His hand wrapped around the cheeks of her ass as he encouraged her to ride him with abandon. He continued to mutter words that she didn’t completely understand but knew they were praise as she bounced up and down his length. The water rocked around them as they moved, adding a different layer of sensations.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Atan.” Rock came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her chest, and cupped her breasts in his large hands. She leaned back on him as she rode the thick length of Jag’s cock. Lifting her arms, she reached back and draped them around his neck. The thick muscles under her fingers moved with him as he leaned closer.
She felt like the most powerful woman in the world with Rock’s erection against her lower back as she curled her hips and plunged back down on Jag’s cock. Jag was much more open with his expressions. His head rested back against the tub edge, his fingers gripping her hips, as she rolled her hips and ground herself against his cock. She used the grip she had on Rock to support her as she twirled her hips in circles imagining she was dancing to “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas.
Rock plucked at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and she arched her back more, pressing her breasts against his touch. He groaned against her neck and bit her shoulder. It didn’t sting, more of an acute pressure, but she loved it. To her it meant he was losing some control and she suspected that didn’t happen often. His large hand traced down her side and over her ass cheek in a long caress. When she felt a thick finger pressing against her back hole she jumped at the foreign sensation.
“We’re going to claim every bit of you.” It was a statement not a question, but she nodded anyways. His blue eyes blazed with an almost ethereal light that made her heart skip a beat. She’d never seen eyes like that before. He closed the distance between them and kissed her like he was a starving man and she was a meal.
“You’re more than we ever imagined.” Jag pressed his fingers against her slit and found the little bundle of nerves that hid in there. His hot mouth latched onto one of the breasts that Rock cupped. The dual sensation of kissing one man while having sex with another one was more intimate than she’d ever been with anyone in her life.
Jag manipulated her clit as she gyrated against his cock. Rock pressed kisses over her lips and neck as he rimmed her anus with his finger. He teased and circled until she was crazy with the need to feel him press inside. Every time she angled her hips back he would move his finger and chuckle.
“Stop teasing,” she hollered and smacked him on the arm. “Fuck me!”
Jag snarled and pumped his cock up into her body as Rock pressed his finger past the first tight rings of her ass. The sudden penetration coupled with Jag’s fingers on her clit sent Destiny whirling into the strongest orgasm of her life. She screamed and gyrated between cock and finger as Rock whispered encouragement in her ear. Jag pulled her hips down hard as he slammed up into her body, a hot rush splashing up inside of her as he shouted out his release.
Destiny slumped forward against Jag, who wrapped his arms around her and cradled her against him. She felt Rock stroking his fingers along her shoulders. The feeling of his rock-hard cock against her back had her thinking that he must be in agony at the moment. She reached back behind her and encountered a hard, thick cock. Rock moaned and moved to the side so she could get a better grip on his length. Lifting her face, she kissed Jag with all the passion she still had burning inside of her. Then she turned to Rock.
“I think you need a bit more attention.” She glanced back over at Jag, uncertain of his reaction given that his semihard cock was still inside her.
Jag gently pulled out of her and kissed her again before turning her around to face Rock. “I’m going to sit back and catch my breath while you make
him howl again,” he whispered in her ear.
She liked the idea of Jag watching as she attended to Rock. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her. His thick cock jutted out from between his legs and was easy to see through the clear water. She patted the tub’s ledge and a small grin kicked up the side of his mouth. He moved over to where she indicated and pulled himself out of the water. After he braced his feet on the ledge, she knelt between them. This put her at almost a perfect angle. Water dripped from the tip of his cock and she leaned forward and licked the drops off.
Rock moaned, but she kept her attention on his cock. Wrapping her lips around the crown, she sucked as she traced her tongue along the skin. Rock’s hand rested on the back of her head, but unlike her ex he didn’t try to shove his cock down her throat. Instead he gripped a handful of her hair but continued to let her set the pace. “Oh, that is perfect.” He groaned as she gripped the base and stroked the length of his cock. It would take a lot of practice to deep throat a man of Rock’s girth, but she did her best, making up for it by stroking him with her tongue as she gently rolled his testicles in her fingers.
Moans turned into growls as Rock’s breathing increased and she felt the tremors in his thighs beneath her hands. I’m so blowing his mind right now! She felt like a sex goddess listening to Rock’s responses. His cock twitched and his grip on her hair tightened. “Atan, you have to stop. I can’t wait.”
Driven with a desperate need to taste him, she curled her fingers and lightly scored the inside of his thighs with her nails and sucked harder. Rock hollered a series of words. She had no idea what they meant, but the warm spray that coated the back of her throat distracted her. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to catch every drop, swirling her tongue over the slit in the top of his cock before lifting her face. Rock sat in front of her, bracing his arms behind him as he panted. He looked much gentler like this, a goofy grin on his face.
He extended his hand and when she rested her fingers on his palm he pulled her close and lazily kissed her lips. “Thank you, Destiny.” He trailed his finger along her cheek and pressed another quick kiss against her lips.
“Oyama raxka,” a male voice said behind them.
Destiny gasped and spun around. Pressing her hands over her breasts to cover them she looked at the two men lounging in the tub on the other side. She ducked down in the water and started backing up. Rock moved to sit on the ledge and caught her shoulders and pulled her between him and Jag.
The men across from them were both gorgeous, but not with the breathtaking intensity that Rock and Jag were. One of them had hair so long he’d braided it and the braid rested along the deck. He had cheekbones that women would’ve paid millions for. The other man was rougher looking, but that only intensified the unique beauty of each of them.
“Who the hell are they?” They both looked at her with far too much interest as far as she was concerned. Having sex with two men was one thing, but she wasn’t interested in upping the number.
“Falcon, Wolfe, this is Destiny. Our In’tial óox,” Rock introduced them. Both men gave her a surprised look that morphed into panty-melting smiles. She didn’t care who they were. She was horrendously embarrassed that they’d been watching what she did to Rock. Which was strange considering she enjoyed Jag and Rock watching. Oh, my god, are they planning on passing me around? Have I fallen into some sort of twisted sex cult?
“Thank you for allowing us the pleasure of joining you.” Wolfe nodded his head at her and winked.
Falcon smiled. “I’m not going to get any sleep tonight after watching you.”
Destiny felt her cheeks heat at their comments. As a bartender, she’d had more abrasive and rude things said to her by men who were trying to bother her. She didn’t get that impression from these two. It was like they truly appreciated the opportunity to watch. Neither Jag nor Rock seemed overly bothered by it and they had to have seen these men enter.
She tilted her face to Jag’s shoulder, “Um, how long…”
Jag cupped her jaw and tilted her face up. His emerald eyes blazed with passion. “Does it matter?”
“No, I guess not.” She had to resign herself to the fact that they saw a lot more of her than she would’ve ever wanted them to. “I hope you don’t think I’m going over there.”
“Never.” Rock’s tone was sharp and he glared at her. She glared right back at him and crossed her arms over her breasts.
A snickering sound from the other side of the tub drew Rock’s glare and whatever Wolfe and Falcon had been laughing about stopped immediately.
Another door silently opened on the far side of the deck and three more men entered the room. They looked sweaty, dirty, and were completely naked. Destiny felt her cheeks flush again and she quickly looked down and away from them. Not only was she naked in a tub with now seven men, she’d foolishly thought this was a private room.
She’d heard of resorts with communal bathing in mineral springs. Obviously she’d wandered into the men’s bath. Rock and Jag must’ve thought she was entertainment and she opened her legs quick enough for them. Shame pounded at her for her impulsive action.
“There she is!” a booming voice echoed in the room. She looked up and over at a monster of a man who was stepping into the bath. He was taller than the rest of them and all bulky muscles with a craggy face, but there was a softness to his eyes. If she ever met up with him in a dark alley she would’ve died in fright, but right now he seemed like a big teddy bear. Another big man stepped into the water next to him. He was as large, but a vicious scar marred the left side of his face, pulling the corner of his mouth down in a permanent scowl.
“I’m glad to see that you’re doing better, little one. You were hurt so badly when came through the portal I was afraid you wouldn’t survive the trip.”
“Pardon me?”
“Destiny, you must be hungry.” Jag wrapped his arm around her and scooped her up into his lap. She looked over and caught Rock pinning a glare on the big man, but before she could ask why, Jag stood up and lifted her out of the water.
“Put me down! Put me down!” She wriggled madly, trying to cover her breasts and ass at the same time.
“Never.” Jag laughed and squeezed her tightly as he walked. He moved across to the other side.
“No, seriously, wait a second.” Destiny looked around and then up at Rock. Jag thankfully had turned so that his back was to the other men and not flashing her private bits any more than they already had been. Rock looked at her curiously as she scanned the space around them.
“When I was in here by myself I couldn’t touch the bottom. How are you walking across?”
“Because I don’t want to swim at the moment,” Jag replied.
“You’re making it sound like the pool is self-aware. That’s impossible.”
“We’ll explain it in our room,” Rock replied and continued to walk across. He traded a couple jabs about the laziness of warriors with the other men in the tub as he passed. He kept his body between her and the men, blocking most of their view of her. All the intensity of what they’d done caught up with Destiny and she rested her head on Jag’s shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment.
“We enjoyed meeting you waay Destiny.” She looked up and met the heated gaze of Falcon. “I look forward to dancing for you.”
“That’s enough.” Rock’s tone was sharp, but when Destiny looked over he grinned slightly at her. “No dancing, no ook’at.”
“Find your own in’tial óox. She’s ours.”
Destiny lifted her head. “What’s an in’tial óox?”
“Only the most important gift a warrior can share.” Jag pressed a kiss against her nose. He walked up a few steps and she felt the cool air over her skin. A moment later a soft, thick blanket was laid over her and tucked in as Jag juggled her.
“I can stand, Jag.”
“Not yet.” He passed her to Rock, who had wrapped a similar blanket around his waist. Jag did the same and then
followed as she was carried out of the room. Jag paused and held the door open as three women walked into the bath. Destiny heard the men in the room grow rowdy with their compliments, much of which she couldn’t completely understand. The women were completely naked and covered in intricate designs on their skin. One stopped and skimmed her fingers down Jag’s chest, gluing her body to his side.
Destiny felt a kernel of jealously unfold in her chest at the sight. Rationally, she knew she had no right to lay claim on him. They were having some fun before she left, but she didn’t need to have the next woman staking her claim in front of her face.
She looked up at Rock, whose earlier humor had melted away and the seriousness was back on his face. Trying to ignore what was happening with Jag and the bitch, she took her finger and stroked Rock’s collarbone. “You can put me down. I am completely capable of walking.”
“The floor is cold and you have nothing on your feet.”
“Where are my shoes?”
“They’ll be returned to you later. Clothing has been left in our room for you.”
“What’s wrong with the room I was in?”
“It’s a temporary suite. You will be more comfortable with us.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Rock. This has been a great day and my legs are still shaking, but I still have to leave today.”
He frowned down at her. “We’ve been through this.”
“And nothing has changed. Thanks for the mind-blowing orgasms, but I’m not the kind of woman you’re looking for.”
“Everything has changed,” he countered. “And you’re perfect.”
Chapter Five
Exhaustion was pounding at Rock’s consciousness as he carried Destiny to his and Jag’s rooms. He didn’t like this continued talk of leaving from her. She was here to stay and the sooner she accepted that the better. If it meant that he and Jag had to keep her in bed and too tired to cause mischief, then that was what they would do.
He relaxed and opened his senses to his warrior brother. He’d seen the Raxka heading toward them and her obvious attention to Jag. Rock had warned him not to let the bathing girls get too close. With Destiny here, he would imagine that the warriors would be finding different times to bathe. While he and Jag enjoyed every bit of their Atan’s body and didn’t care who watched them, they weren’t about to let simple bathing girls share in that. He knew his warrior brothers would show her unlimited respect and kindness. The obvious reaction of the woman was proof that the bathing girls would either ignore Destiny or they would see her presence as a challenge. He could sense Jag’s frustration in trying to extract himself from her clutches. Falcon appeared in the doorway, promising her all sorts of extravagant gifts.
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