Davies, Corinne - Claiming Destiny [Midnighter Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  The music grew around them and the men began to sway and move like waves on the ocean. Her heart beat quicker and she knew that her time was running out. She fisted her hands tightly, causing her nails to sting her palms. The idea of not being with them or being forced to watch them touch another woman felt like acid burning her soul. She should walk to them now and put an end to this before it all went wrong.

  “Don’t,” Blade’s voice was whispering quietly behind her. “Your heart knows the truth, but the others need to try.”

  “But…” One of them stroked her hair in a long caress and pressed gently against the back of her neck.

  “Sit back and enjoy, Noonsa.”

  Destiny had no idea that Thunder could temper his booming voice to the whisper she’d heard. If they believed it would work out then she should as well. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm the anxiety that tightened her throat. The beat continued to rise and in unison the men lined up in front of her exploded into movement, making her jump.

  Their synchronized movements were mesmerizing. Each movement was precise and reminded her of a martial arts kata, but as additional instruments were added to the sounds echoing around them, the warriors spun and added intricate acrobatics to the dance. Destiny sat in rapt attention. They were only dressed in loose pants tied at the waist. White designs had been drawn on their chests and highlighted the markings on their arms and shoulders.

  Each pair gripped their warrior brother’s arm at the elbow and they used the momentum to increase the tricks as they flipped each other around, sometimes coming within an inch of each other but never striking. She knew that they would have to have incredible control to come so close to impact but never make contact. She had seen a capoeira demonstration on a TV show once. The Brazilian form of martial arts had fascinated her and seeing it performed right in front of her was breathtaking.

  Each pair flipped closer to her and then retreated as if showing off their skills and she wondered if this was what IxChel meant when she said they would try enticing her. She didn’t know if the gods had any real decision or if that was what had been written so that the woman always had the final choice in which she picked. But Destiny knew in her heart that there was only one choice for her. Every time her gaze met with Jag’s emerald green or Rock’s brilliant blue one, she felt her heart skip and her pussy grow damper. At this rate she was going to have a wet spot on the back of her gown.

  A breeze danced along her chest and she felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. Glancing down, she noticed that her gown had come open, whether by accident or as a reaction to what she was feeling she didn’t care. Her breasts were bared and swollen. She desperately wanted to feel hands and lips caressing them. Her arousal pulsed through her to the beat of the music. The more she watched the more desperate she felt. She didn’t know how this was to end, but the sooner the better in her book.

  Locking her gaze with Rock’s she pressed her fingertip against her lips and then circled it around one nipple. The sensation caused her pussy to clench and her nipple to tighten further. Rock and Jag had both stopped moving and Destiny moved her gaze to Jag’s and without looking away she reached to her other breast and rolled that nipple around between two fingertips. As if the warriors understood at that moment that she had made her decision, a thunderous roar vibrated in the air as they all cheered. The crowds behind her echoed the sound, but she only had attention for the two men stalking toward her.

  Jag reached her first and hauled her up into his arms, claiming her mouth with a kiss so passionate she was sure she felt his emotions vibrate in her soul. When he backed off, she turned and Rock claimed his turn. He teased her with small kisses at each corner of her lips before he staked his claim on her mouth. Another cheer went up from the crowd and then she found herself surrounded by large men.

  “We’re not taking any chances with your safety, Noonsa,” Rock said as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Jag stepped close and they all moved back into the building.

  Destiny panicked. “Calm down, Noonsa.” Jag lifted her hand and pressed his lips to it. “I love calling you that. The ceremony isn’t over and we don’t want any interruptions. That’s all.”

  “How is it you seem to know how I’m feeling?” That wasn’t the first time they’d said or done something in reaction to how she was feeling.

  “The energies on our world are very strong and flow around us at all times.” Rock replied, “As warriors we are naturally connected and can sense emotions in those around us.”

  “So you’re like Jedi using the force?”

  Rock looked to Jag in obvious confusion. She was going to have to get a DVD player over here or take them to the movies.

  “If you say so, Noonsa.” Jag grinned at her, making her laugh. They had lots of time for her to tell them about her favorite movies.

  Watching the men behind them, she noticed each of the Midnighters visibly relaxed when they entered a lower entrance to their home. Within a few minutes she recognized the hallway and carved doorway they passed through. Rock placed her on the wide edge to the pool and slipped the vest from her shoulders, tossing it over to the side. The humidity in the room was higher than last time and the fabric started to stick to her skin.

  He and Jag stayed where they were, but even standing on the raised ledge their heads came to her shoulders. Feeling nervous about what was to come, she glanced over at the open door. Blade entered and then shut the door securely behind him. The warriors moved into a semicircle position around the three of them, much as they had for her outside.

  “Noonsa?” She looked down at Rock’s gaze. He looked at her as if she was the most precious person in the world, but under that was a hunger that made her heart flutter. “Do you accept us as your Iicham, your husbands, first?”

  “And your Nohchil, your leaders, second?” Jag finished.

  She cupped her hand over each of their cheeks. “I do.”

  “Will you accept the warriors as your protectors?” The words sounded like a rumble as all the men spoke at once.

  Destiny looked up from her men to the line of warriors standing in front of her. Each man was large and brave, but she could feel the emotions behind their eyes. There was sadness that resided inside Falcon and Wolfe, tempered by happiness for the three of them. Thunder winked at her when she met his gaze, but she felt a deep loneliness inside of him, inside them all. Blade stood next to him and she could sense the pain of rejection that burned in his gut. But under all that, with every man she looked at, was a promise that they would protect her with their lives. Accepting her men meant that she would never have to fear for herself again. There would always be someone close to her to help. But that also meant agreeing to accept these men into every facet of her life.

  “I will.”

  The warriors lifted their arms and roared a cheer to the sky. She looked up and watched the roof part under their cheer and let the suns’ rays in to shine on them. Both Rock and Jag lifted the sheer material from her shoulders and slid it down her arms. Her body trembled in nervousness and anticipation. The idea of having sex in front of a group of people had frightened her before, but now she realized there was so much more to it than that. She’d make love with her husbands while their protectors watched over them. Jag bent his head and curled his tongue around one of her nipples, drawing the turgid peak into his mouth. She felt as if there was a direct line of fire from her nipple to her clit because her body lit up that quickly. Jag’s other hand cupped her breast and she saw the iridescent markings on his arms glow like they were on fire.

  Rock moved so he was behind her and caressed her cheek with his fingers, drawing her gaze to him. She felt like a goddess standing higher than them as they stroked her skin and worshiped her. The markings on Rock’s arm and shoulder glowed as well, and the paint they had drawn on themselves smeared on her skin but then disappeared.

  “What is…”

  “Shhhhh, you’re meant to be ours. Our Destiny.” Rock cap
tured her mouth in a fiery kiss that melted away her questions. Every nerve ending in her body snapped and then felt as if a silken caress rolled over it. She couldn’t stop the wanton moan from passing her lips and Rock responded, deepening the kiss. Jag teased her breasts, massaging them as he played with her nipples, his lips gliding along the delicate skin underneath. Hungry for contact, Destiny arched her hips, hooked a leg around his ribs, and ground her pussy along his chest. Rolling her pelvis, she painted his skin with her cream as an incredible fire burned where they touched. Pressing her heel against his lower back, she gripped his shoulders and chased the intensity the motion created.

  * * * *

  Jag felt like a man possessed. He wanted all of her and he wanted it now. She was theirs for eternity. Not even the gods would dare to part a warrior from his Atan. She was the breath that kept him and Rock alive. She was the center of their universe and he’d have it no other way. The legends spoke of this all-consuming need for each other, but he hadn’t been certain if it had been exaggerated over time. But he knew now he would never survive a moment without her, nor could he bear to be parted from her for any length of time.

  He glanced up and met Rock’s gaze for a brief moment and saw his own feelings reflected back at him. Of course Rock would be feeling the same way, including the deep, icy fear that resided in his chest at the very idea of the Kimil getting their hands on her. They were going to need to find somewhere she would be safe.

  A hunger grew inside of him, a reflection of their men standing guard around them. The warriors had always been very open and played with Raxka together, but he and Rock would never touch another Raxka again. They would play with their Atan in the baths with their warrior brothers present, but no Raxka would watch their pleasure.

  Destiny moaned again and he felt another streak of her cream along his skin. The traditional paint that he and the other warriors had anointed themselves with mixed with her cream and then absorbed into his skin. She literally was crawling into his very soul. She shuddered and he reached behind him where she was digging her heel into his lower back. He grasped her ankle and shifted his body away from her.

  “No!” she cried out to the ceiling and clenched her fingers against his arm.

  “You’re not getting there that quick, Noonsa,” Rock commented against her neck as Jag slipped out of the way. Rock sat down and pulled her up into his lap, holding her hips and preventing her from grinding against him. She leaned forward and pressed her breast against his mouth. Jag moved behind her. Running his fingers over the paint on his skin, he coated his fingers and then stroked a path between the cheeks of her ass.

  She shuddered beneath his fingers and he felt the rosebud of her entrance clench as he passed over it. She gasped and Rock chuckled against her breast. “Is Jag readying your ass, Noonsa? We’re going to take you, claim you.”

  Jag looked down at Destiny’s upturned face. “Possess you every way possible.” Her eyes blinked open at his words and he saw the way her eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed.

  “Perhaps I’ll do the same,” she whispered quietly.

  He grinned at her tenacity. “You already have.” Unable to resist, he claimed her lips, pressing his tongue to hers as each of them tried to claim dominance. Jag felt Rock shift her body closer to his and let her stroke her cunt against his chest. It was the extra sensation that distracted her and allowed Jag to take control again. She mewed against his lips, not getting enough friction to take her over the edge but by the delicious scent floating around them, she was slipping over Rock’s chest much as she’d done to Jag.

  A small pot sat on the ledge next to Rock’s leg and Jag dipped his fingers into it. It was the same substance they had painted on their bodies. It worked as a lubricant and aided their souls in bonding. Gathering up a generous amount, he pressed back against her clenched entrance and circled the tight rosebud. Slowly he seduced her, pushing his finger past the barrier bit by bit, lubricating the tight skin and enticing it to relax. He felt when the lubricant started to work. Her body opened for him. She shuddered when he pressed a second finger in and stroked deeply.

  “More, god more.” His cock leaked at the sound of her cries, and he knew that they would take her shortly but wanted to draw out the anticipation a bit longer. The Cha’an was a special ceremony and he didn’t want to rush it.

  Rock adjusted her again, preventing her from humping his chest. “We’re going to take you, Destiny. All our warriors are watching us claim you as is our right. They will witness our final bonding.”

  Destiny cried out and arched her back as Rock pulled her forward and lowered her onto his cock. Jag withdrew his fingers as Rock fucked their woman a couple times and then laid back, pulling her down with him as he spread his legs, making room. Jag stepped closer again and lined his cock up with her back opening. In this position with her ass angled up at him he fought the urge to fuck her hard and fast. Feeling her tight hole wrap around the tip of his cock almost had him snarling out his release. He paused and took a deep breath, praying to every god he’d ever heard of for control. She squeezed his length with her muscles as he slowly rocked himself into her body. Her pants and passionate cries were music to his ears.

  “Oh, god, loveyouloveyouloveyouboth.” Her words jumbled up together as he and Rock alternated rocking themselves into her body. Jag entwined his fingers with her right hand and Rock did the same with her left. The markings on his arms blazed with a white fire as the three of them rocked together, and the closer they drew to the end the more intense the marks on their arms grew. It wasn’t painful but added to the passionate inferno that burned inside of him.

  He felt his balls draw up tight to his body as Destiny panted out his and Rock’s names. Sliding his free hand around her, he cupped a silky breast and anchored her against his chest. Angling her to slightly lean back, he gave Rock the space he needed to reach down and play with her clit.

  She screamed out her orgasm almost immediately, and he and Rock rode her faster and faster, bringing her to another peak. They never let go of her hands, and as her body clenched with a third release, she snatched all control from them. They followed her into the fiery oblivion. It felt like a roaring river that burned a path along the entire length of his spine and out his cock into her body as Jag released every drop of his essence.

  Rock collapsed backward, taking Destiny with him. Jag managed to brace himself with one hand on the ledge before following them down into a heap. Destiny still gripped his fingers and Jag flexed his to let go of her in case he’d squeezed too tightly and hurt her. What he saw made him stop in shock. The iridescent markings that he and Rock had on their arms and shoulders had turned black. The design stood out in stark contrast to their skin. What was more amazing was the beautiful iridescent markings that flowed up both of Destiny’s arms and over her shoulders, meeting at the base of her neck in a cascade of delicate whorls. There wasn’t anything in their legends about this happening but so much had been lost over time. Perhaps this was the gods’ way of preventing them from becoming too reliant on ancient stories.

  Rock stared at Destiny’s skin, wide eyed in amazement. “It’s beautiful.”

  “How is she?” Jag asked, as she hadn’t moved yet. He eased himself out of her and lifted some hair out of her face. Her cheek lay against Rock’s chest and she looked as peaceful as a well-loved woman could.

  “Nohchil,” Blade said softly and handed Jag a blanket.

  Jag nodded his thanks and tucked it in around Destiny. Thunder stood behind his warrior brother with additional bathing robes for him and Rock. He donned one and then lifted Destiny out of Rock’s arms, allowing him to put one on as well. The other warriors stood at attention, looking a bit dazed, with a burning hunger in their eyes. But each nodded his head respectfully as they passed. Jag had a feeling the Raxkas were going to get a workout as soon as they left.

  As they left, their warriors offered them quiet congratulations. No one wanted to be the one to wake their sleepin
g Noonsa.

  Epilogue

  Falcon peered up over the embankment and scouted the immediate area for any threats. The Earth’s sun pounded down on him, making the back of his neck tingle. He and his warrior brothers had learned the hard way about the strength of that sun. They’d all suffered from painful sunburns at one time or another in the last six months. Their dual suns didn’t shine with the same dangerous rays. Wolfe had suffered the worst after he chose to spend a day at a lake a few hours north of here. Now he practically bathed in sunscreen before leaving the protection of the shadows.

  This entrance to the portal was in the middle of a wide expanse of nothing but sun and sand. Their Nohchils had decided that he, Wolfe, Blade, and Thunder would be the first rotation to guard the entrance to the portal and help figure out what they could do to disguise it. He knew it was because of his flirtations with Destiny. She blushed so prettily, Falcon couldn’t resist. He pulled up his shirtsleeve and typed a quick message into his communications device on his wrist, letting Blade know what they’d come across. They all carried cellular phones but didn’t use them. Their own communications were much more effective and didn’t rely on the signal towers that now overpopulated the Earth.

  He retreated back into the shadows of the entrance and sat with his back against the cool rock wall. Wolfe sat across from him, his eyes closed as he tried to catch a little more sleep. Neither of them had gotten much in the way of rest the previous night. After the Cha’an, he and Wolfe had slaked their painful arousal with a few Raxka. Despite the excess they’d indulged in last night, a part of him felt empty. They’d all dreamed of their perfect Atan since they were boys and learned that the gods had chosen a different path for them. Now that the portal was open, he’d hoped by some divine intervention the women would be lined up waiting for them. Such was obviously not the case.