Leaving Eden

by Kelly A Walker et al.

  My body explodes into flames, and Carter quickly maneuvers us under the water. The water turns instantly to steam when it hits my flaming body, fogging the shower walls. Not once have our mouths separated. Our tongues are battling for dominance, but I feel like I'm losing the war. This man is a powerhouse of desire and I just want to bathe in his prowess. Guilt starts to trickle in. I pull my mouth back from his and push against his chest.

  “I don't know about this. Maybe we should talk about it, or at least talk to Louis and Nolan,” I say gasping for air. Feeling his cock pressing against my stomach is weakening my morals, though.

  “I was a jealous idiot,” he says looking me in the eyes. “Jealous of losing them, but also jealous that you were their mate. Forgive me?”

  I nod, a bit breathless. “Good enough.” I slam my mouth onto a dusky brown, taut nipple, which is just at mouth-height for me. Biting and sucking at it before switching to the other side. Wrapping my hand around his thick rod of steel, I pump it up and down. He groans, dropping his head against my shoulder as he thrusts his hips back and forth. My other hand comes down to fondle his sack, tugging and pulling on it, dragging more sounds from him.

  He pushes my hands away. “Enough,” he growls, pushing me back against the tiles. He kneels, and with no warning, he’s sucking hard on my clit, thrusting in two fingers at the same time.

  Holy shit. I say a little prayer to those deities again, thanking them for a man who doesn’t mess around. His fingers are curled slightly and thrusting deep into my pussy, his tongue lashing at my clit. My orgasm builds like a freight train out of control. I’m shuddering with desire, and with one last hard suck, my body detonates.

  “God fucking yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

  He slows down to allow my body to adjust, but the orgasm just continues to flow, my body shaking and quivering with aftershocks. The flames die out. He places little kisses all the way up my body, paying special attention to my nipples on the way past. I’m glad he did; they were feeling a little left out. He gets to my mouth and gently kisses me.

  “That's one,” I say to him. He pulls back and looks at me, confused. “Well, Serena said you gave her four the other day,” I explain. “Let’s see how well you do today. You’ve got a lot to make up for.” I wink as I step out of the shower.

  10

  His mouth drops open in shock and two loud shouts of laughter can be heard. We spin around, and Louis and Nolan are standing in the bathroom doorway. I look between them and Carter, my heart pounding with anxiety.

  “I can explain…he…and…We—” I stutter, but Nolan holds up his hand and points at his demon mark.

  “We know. We felt it too.” He steps closer and pulls me in for a kiss, then passes me to Louis, who also kisses me deeply. Breathless, I turn around to ask a question and find Nolan and a naked Carter wrapped around each other.

  Oh, my Satan’s underpants. I feel a trickle down my leg, and it is not water from the shower.

  “Last one naked and in bed is the bottom!” I smack Louis on the ass and race towards the giant double-king-sized bed that’s on a raised platform, smack bang in the middle of the room. I scramble up the couple of steps leading to it, ignoring everything around me. There will be time for that after I get my mate sandwich. I screech to a stop.

  Hang on—there are four of us, it can't be a sandwich. What’s it called? Shaking my head, I throw myself on the bed. Who cares? I'll worry about it later.

  Right behind me is Carter. Of course, he’s already naked. Both Louis and Nolan are stripping off. I ogle them with no shame. Nolan is as well built as Carter, not quite as tall, though. Louis has more of swimmer’s body. Lean but still has plenty of muscle definition. Looking at both their packages, I stand up on the bed and start twerking and dancing around. They stop what they’re doing to look at me in surprise.

  “What are you doing?” Louis asks, his accent thickening with curiosity, his eyes heating with desire.

  “I’m doing my happy dance. I totally get why the three of you always ended up together. Your cocks are amazing.”

  They look down, laugh, and keep struggling out of their clothes. Carter pulls me down on the bed. He snuggles into me, placing kisses onto the crook of my neck and thrusting his cock against my hip. His head is down the end of the bed, so turning around, I climb my way to the top and slide my mouth down his cock, swallowing as much as I can. He grunts loudly, but I don’t give him a chance to say anything as I present my pussy for him to feast on again. He takes the hint and this time starts off slower. Licking and sucking at my lips, his tongue swirling and dipping inside. It’s so good that I struggle to pay attention to what I'm doing, I drag my mouth back off his dick, running my tongue around the head like it's my favorite lollipop. He grunts and thrusts up, never pausing in what he's doing.

  Hmm talented.

  Just as I'm about to take him into my mouth again, I feel a smooth hand against my butt cheek.

  “Open up, Carter, get me wet for Glory,” I hear Nolan demand.

  Stopping and turning, I watch as Carter pulls his mouth away from my pussy and opens his mouth wide, taking Nolan all the way down to the back of his throat. When he pulls out, Carter does to Nolan what I just did to him, running his tongue around his head. I can see a line of saliva from Nolan’s cock to Carter’s dick. He leans down and kisses him.

  “Good boy. Scoot down a bit, I want in her pussy.” Carter shifts slightly, and Nolan tilts my hips a bit. He gives me a small slap on the ass.

  “Glory, be a good girl and suck Carter’s dick,” Nolan orders.

  I turn back around and just as I put my mouth over it, Nolan thrusts into my pussy. I gasp, and Carter thrusts into my mouth, further than I had him before. Unable to do anything but moan, they continue to thrust in and out, filling both my pussy and mouth. I can feel my orgasm start to build. My body bucking, Carter’s arms wrap around me to hold me down. Sweat beads across my body, the small tingles evolving to a thundering blaze of passion. On the edge, about to go over, I feel Louis reach in between me and Carter. He caresses my breasts, and then reaching my nipples, he pinches them hard. Like a firework, my body detonates. Taking my mouth off Carter, I scream out in passion.

  My pussy grips Nolan as he continues to thrust through my orgasm, once, twice, before he erupts in a shout of pleasure. Rolling through my body, the pleasure starts to dissipate, but I feel a click. Nolan’s mate bond has clicked into place.

  Nolan strokes his hands over my ass and thighs, whispering, “Such a good girl.” He helps me roll off Carter.

  “That’s two,” Carter tells me, sitting up.

  I shake my head and wave him off. “Ah… no, buddy, that was all Nolan. You're still at one.”

  He gets a look of determination on his face. “Challenge accepted.” His cock is still rock hard, weeping from the end, his length glistening from being in my mouth. He plumps some pillows at the head of the bed and then reclines back. Nolan lies down next to him, fisting his cock in his hand, lazily rubbing it up and down.

  Oh my god.

  “Come on, Glory,” Nolan says. “Come and slide on Carter’s cock, it will feel so good.”

  Fuck, these boys are dirty. I look around for Louis; he seems to be missing out. He comes to the side of the bed, carrying a bottle of lube. My eyes widen in surprise. Carter turns my head back towards him as Louis climbs up on the bed on the other side. He leans in and kisses Carter, their tongues swirling. Carter pulls me closer and switches to me. Soon, we’re close enough for all three of us to be swirling tongues and kissing. Pulling away, I straddle Carter and impale myself on his cock, gasping in shock. Even though Nolan has just fucked my brains out, Carter is a tight squeeze. I have to move up and down a couple of times before he is fully seated.

  Once he is, he pulls me in for a kiss, stroking my hair. “Such a good mate. Now relax.”

  Louis has moved down the bed behind me. I feel a dribble of lube before he runs his finger around my tight hole. Carter thrusts upwar
ds, distracting me. Moaning with pleasure, I start to ride him slowly. Nolan reaches down and circles a finger around my clit, then leans forward and sucks on one nipple, while Carter also leans forward and sucks on the other. They alternate between sucking, biting and licking at my nipples, then kissing each other. Louis slow slides one finger into my ass. I pause, tensing up, and Carter thrusts.

  Nolan bites particularly hard, pulling my hair. “Pay attention, baby.” His hand leaves my hair, and he starts to circle my clit with one finger.

  Louis is up to two fingers now, and oh, it feels so good. I want to ride Carter faster, but he holds me still. Nolan stops circling my clit, and I whimper at the loss.

  “No, I want more.” I can feel my eyes start to glow as my gluttony demon comes to the forefront. “More. Now!” I demand.

  Louis scissors three fingers in and out, the bite of pain a contrast to the pleasure the others are causing. “Okay, okay, greedy girl.” I get a slap on the ass before I feel the blunt head of his cock pushing in.

  “Whoa.” My eyes widen in shock. The other two start up again. Licking and biting on my tits, and Nolan’s finger circling my clit. My body starts to ramp up again. I’m panting and gasping. Finally, he is fully seated, and I am stuffed full of cock.

  Louis leans forward and kisses Carter. “I can feel you, mon amour.” I lean in a little and join the kiss. I really like these three-way kisses. So sexy. Louis’ and Carter’s hands both reach for my hips.

  “Ready, ma belle?” Louis asks me.

  Unable to respond due to the feelings running through my body, I just nod. And with that, Carter and Louis alternate thrusting and retreating. A fiery blaze of passion rampages through my body. Grunting and groaning sounds fill the air. The smell of sex and sweat hit my nose, ramping up the sensations. The burning blaze crests to a peak. Then it all happens at once. Nolan pinches my clit, Carter bites my nipple, and Louis smacks my ass. My body explodes.

  Crying out, I sob my way through my orgasm, riding the wave of pleasure as it burns its way through. My body shudders, spasming before finally surrendering. Both Louis and Carter thrust twice more before groaning in unison as they both fill me with their cum

  “That’s two,” Carter whispers in my ear, his breath ragged. “And we’re just getting started.”

  I shiver from his words and feel a double click, as both their mate bonds click into place. Smiling with smug contentment, I watch as Nolan, who has been fisting his cock with his other hand, pumps once. A rope of cum shoots onto his stomach. Leaning forward, I lick it all up, running my tongue all over his rigid abdomen. Once I finish, I sit back up. Louis has pulled out and is lying next to Carter. I admire my three men before I acknowledge their looks of shock. I wink at them.

  “What? Can't let good food go to waste!” Climbing off Carter, stretching languidly, I snuggle in next to them. “A girl could get used to eating so well.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Lexie Winston has been an astronaut, rock star, princess and time traveler. In her dreams. But none of the dreams have lived up to what becoming an author has been like. She gets to live in a world of pure imagination, and her heroines get to do the things she’s always wished she could.

  When not writing books, Lexie is a mother of two gorgeous teenagers and the wife to a patient and understanding man. They live in Western Australia and are lorded over by a black toy poodle. She loves camping, reading and if her iPad was stolen, her world would explode.

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  THE IRONY OF LUST

  Kelly A Walker

  LUST

  LUST

  Lust is a psychological force producing intense wanting or longing for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion. Lust can take any form such as the lust for sexuality, love, money or power. It can take such mundane forms as the lust for food as distinct from the need for food.

  “Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.”

  Marquis De Sade

  1

  LUSA

  “Now, start from the beginning and tell me exactly what happened,” my mother demands over the phone. It doesn't matter that I’ve already gone over my most recent self-loathing incident today, she needs to hear it again. I think secretly she gets a strange high from my never ending, screwed up life.

  “I told you, Ella came over this morning just as I was getting home from the gym. I saw her in the parking lot and when I went to raise my hand, she started yelling at me,” I frown remembering how my former friend acted. I’m honestly not surprised. At the tender age of twenty-four, I have gone through friends like most people go through toilet paper. That’s a lot. The problem isn’t me, per say.

  It’s my gift.

  I snort to myself at the idea of calling what I have a gift. It’s a curse, just don’t let my parents hear you say that. They go ballistic anytime I complain about the problems it causes me.

  “Did you do anything to warrant such an outburst from her? Maybe you did flirt with Joe and didn’t realize it.”

  “Mom,” I groan out. “I didn’t flirt with him. I literally met him for five minutes the other night. You know it doesn't matter if I speak or not, they’re all going to lust after me. Isn’t that the purpose of me having such a gift,” I spit the word out like you would spit out moldy cheese.

  “Lusa,” she pauses and I can see her rubbing her temples like she always does when I complain about having one of the Seven Sins as a gift.

  Lust.

  I am lust.

  Looking at me, you never would have guessed it. I’m shorter than anyone in my family, coming in at just five foot, three inches. I’m not thick or thin, I am somewhere in the size ten middle. My hair is mousy brown and usually thrown into a ponytail so I don’t have to fight the never ending frizz I get thanks to the southern humidity. My eyes are my redeeming feature. They’re green, but the ring around them changes based on my mood. If I were to look in a mirror right now, the ring would be gold, a sure sign that I’m agitated and my blood pressure is rising.

  “Baby girl, it’s all going to be okay. One day you will meet him, and everything else will cease to exist for you.”

  “But what if I don’t find him, mom? It’s not like he’s standing on my doorstep waiting to be let in. The world is huge, how am I supposed to find the one person immune to my gift?”

  I stand up from the barstool I was seated at in my kitchen and begin to pace. Supposedly, out in the vast world is a man that will be immune to feeling lust the instant he comes in contact with me. My parents think it’s going to be easy, but it isn't. I’ve looked. If he’s even born, he is most definitely not living here in Eden. I stop pacing and head into the kitchen for a snack. I put mom on speaker so I don’t miss anything she’s saying. She’s likely to quiz me later.

  “As I was saying, Lusa, you need to keep your eyes open. Your father and I were told in the same dream the night you were born that ‘those who will be immune to her ways will find her,’ so stop worrying. Sometimes you can be so dramatic.”

  I snort then take a bite out of the apple in my hand. “Me? Dramatic? You must be mistaking me with Cain. He’s the crazy one in the family.” My mother is actually the most dramatic one of us all, only no one is brave enough to tell her.

  “Lusa,” the way she says my name sends a shiver down my spine. “Did I just hear you take a bite of an apple?”

  I look down at the offending piece of fruit in my hand and mentaly groan. I can’t believe I was this stupid. Anyone who knows my mom knows you never eat an apple in her presence.

  Crap.

  I quickly finish chewing the piece I have in my mouth then lie through my teeth. “Of course not, mom. It was a pear.”

  A pear? I smack myself. Who eats pears?

  “You don’t eat pe
ars, Lusa. No one eats pears,” she deadpans. “I can’t believe you would do this to me? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

  “I’m sorry, mom. I don’t even know how one made its way into my apartment,” I say while eyeing the five pound bag of apples on my counter. I need to remember to hide them just in case. You never know when Adam and Eve Morningstar, aka my parents, may drop by for a visit. “Back to my problem,” I attempt to get her back on track. “What am I going to do? It’s getting to where I can’t go out in public anymore. Last week the guy working the coffee shop fainted when I told him thanks for the latte. It’s getting worse everyday.”

  “Have faith, Lusa. Look at your father and me. We’ve been through so much together, but after all these years we’re still going strong and acting like newlyweds. He’s out there and you will find him. Once you do, your life will be so full of love, just like mine. Whoever it is, you were made for him, just like I was made for your dad.”

  “Actually, you were made from dad,” I joke.

  “You are so funny,” she huffs. That joke never gets boring to us kids, but she absolutely hates being reminded that she was once a bone in my dad’s side. “I need to get going, dear. We’re having some work done on the pool, you know how hot it gets here, and they should be arriving any second.”

  “Alright, mom. I’ll call you later this week. Give my love to daddy,” I tell her.

  “Kisses, Lusa,” she says as she disconnects our phone call.

  Maybe she is right. I just need to keep my eyes open. You never know when my true one will show up.

  2

  LUSA

  The next day my best friend, Rupert, and I are having our weekly lunch where he tells me about all the guys he’s met over the last week and I listen patiently, contemplating my own miserable love life.