With a Touch: The Guild Chronicles, Book 1

by Rhiannon Leith

  It was the same, almost exactly the same. Only it was really happening, right here and now. But they were still clothed, and this was no sterile interrogation room. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of desire rising up through her.

  “Don’t fight it,” Rafael murmured, and his voice rang through her mind and all around her. “Let us help you, Eva. That’s why we’re here, after all.”

  “Don’t be afraid.” Aidan smoothed his hand across her back, tracing the length of her spine. He stopped at its base, teasing the sensitive dent above the sweep of her ass with dexterous fingers.

  “Please,” she whispered, no longer sure what she was pleading for.

  Rafael moved closer still, the warmth of his body encircling her, his scent taunting her. “Please what, sweetheart?”

  Eva rocked her hips towards him. The hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach through his clothes, and she gasped. She couldn’t say it. How could she? What sort of a freak did this make her? The feelings that boiled up inside her, the needs, the hunger.

  Rafael caught her hips, pulling her closer. Aidan pushed, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass now, pulling them apart so his fingers could slip between. She gasped, trying to fight the sensation again, unable to just let this happen.

  “Please what?” Rafael asked again. He released her hips, sliding his palms up the curve of her sides until they reached her breasts. He cupped them, taking their small weight so gently, so maddeningly gently. Her nipples stiffened, two hard points reaching out to him, begging for his touch, for his mouth, for anything, in ways her voice could not.

  Aidan’s lips pressed to hers, soft but firm, determined. Her mouth opened, hungry for his kiss, needing him. His tongue filled her and then withdrew. He kissed her chin, her throat, sinking down and trailing kisses after him, all the way down her front. Her chest leaped, her stomach fluttered as his lips burned their way along the length of her body. Rafael’s thumbs brushed across her nipples with unusual roughness and she bucked, helpless beneath their ministrations. Shudders of panic filled her. Loss of control, terror of release. How could she let go? How could she not? It was too much. Far too much.

  It tumbled over her in a wave of sensations for which she had no defence. She gave in and let it overwhelm her. Rafael stroked her skin, seeking out every sensitive spot that Aidan’s industrious lips missed.

  “Please,” she groaned, letting her head fall back as she tumbled into ecstasy. “Please, touch me, take me. I need…I need to feel…”

  Aidan’s fingertips grazed the lips of her vulva, parting the lips, moistening them with the molten honey he found there. His finger slid deep inside her. Her body clenched around the penetration, even as he withdrew, and the tightness began to unwind, rippling through her, gaining momentum. Fear echoed the sensation. This was unknown, forbidden. This was…

  “Shh, my brave heart,” Rafael murmured and his lips captured hers. Not the bruising kiss she was expecting from him. His lips brushed lightly against hers, far gentler even than Aidan’s, soft like butterfly wings and she opened beneath him just as willingly. His tongue tested her, slowly filling her mouth, inspiring hers to coil around his with a series of sultry images which flared directly into her mind.

  More. She needed more. And she hated herself for it. Some defect in her that welcomed this.

  “It’s not a defect.” His voice reverberated through her mind, soothing her fears. A gentle admonishment. “Pleasure is natural, a part of you, something to be embraced, not locked away. You’ve been so strong, so controlled. But you can give that up now. It has no place here. Let go.”

  Her whole body shivered.

  “You can do it, Eva,” Aidan whispered and his finger circled her clitoris again, making her jump. “I know you can. You’re magnificent.”

  Her? She was a frozen shell, closed and unassailable. Or she was meant to be. But she was melting, and all the control she had once prided herself on was slipping away.

  Aidan slid to his knees between her legs, lifting her from the ground to take her slight weight on his shoulders. His hands stroked the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs, parting the silken folds of flesh. His mouth tormented her, his tongue seeking out the pearl of her clitoris his finger had so recently discovered. The soft fluttering inside her sharpened as he captured it, sucking gently. Her pulse flooded to a centre there. She shuddered and moaned into Rafael’s mouth. Aidan’s mouth moved faster now, his tongue darting inside, moving with the pulse of her desire. Her clitoris throbbed against him and she cried out, her voice trapped in Rafael’s kiss.

  Nothing had ever been like this. Not the timid fumblings, or Tony’s graceless touch. It had hurt, left her exposed and in the end seen her trust betrayed. But it had never been so—

  “Shh…” Rafael’s mind soothed hers with the most intimate contact of all. “That was long ago. Put it away. It will never be like that. I’m here. We’re both here.”

  Both of them. That was the image that did it. She wanted them…needed them both. Rafael would keep her safe, would protect her, would guard her mind. And Aidan, the warrior who had come to rescue her, the one who wanted to force her to see her life for what it was, and then help her build something new… Aidan, who pushed her to the edge and with the deftest flick of his tongue toppled her over.

  Her body spasmed and she tore her mouth from Rafael’s, crying out. Her mind uncoiled and Rafael cradled her, keeping her safe as she tore the memories of her past, through the confines the Guild had knotted around her. She reached for the freedom they offered, her mind opening, her whole being straining for the relief she so craved. That she hadn’t even known she wanted. That she needed. Everything she needed…

  Aidan sucked hard on her clitoris, one…two fingers sliding deep inside her, curling against the most intimate part of her. Her body convulsed, the channel tightening around his intimate touch, holding him to her. His tongue licked her throbbing core, hard and fast. Rafael’s hands stroked her neck, her breasts, held her safe.

  Eva broke like a wave against them, the orgasm tearing through her pulsating body, breaking the bonds she had placed upon herself for so long. She rode Aidan’s face while his fingers pumped inside her, clinging mind to mind with Rafael, and sobbed out her release. The wires of Guild training fragmented and spun apart. Everything else was pleasure, all-consuming, unadulterated pleasure.

  When Rafael untied her, she slumped into his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her on the silken covers, his hands brushing her hypersensitive skin, his lips following. Aidan shed his clothes and stretched out alongside her. She blinked at him and he propped himself up on one elbow to study her. He laid his other hand flat on her stomach. Her skin warmed instantly at his touch.

  “Still scared?” he asked with a grin.

  “More than ever,” she whispered her reply.

  Rafael joined them, his body more impressive naked than even her visions had promised. Dark hair dusted his broad and well-defined chest. His fingers, unlike Aidan’s, didn’t keep still. They roamed across her flesh, finding every sensitive area that would make her shudder and gasp again.

  “More than ever,” he echoed and gave a smile. “I heard what you wanted, Eva. Do you want to tell him or will I?”

  She swallowed hard and her eyes flicked from one to the other in sudden terror. How could she have been so stupid? He was psychic. He had seen inside her mind. She could hide nothing from him.

  “Not really,” he assured her. “It kind of…escaped.”

  Her voice failed her and Rafael laughed. She was looking right at Aidan when Rafael sent him the mental images he had gleaned from her during the moment that pushed her over the edge. Aidan’s eyes widened for a moment, their brilliant blue darkening with lust as the full impact dawned on him.

  “You learn fast, beautiful.” His voice came out hoarse with need. “We’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

  She frowned, despite the sudden reckless amusement that seized her. “
Just an eye?”

  Rafael’s laugh sounded again, rich, infectious. That was part of the problem. “How about you let us figure that out?”

  His hands went to work, his mouth following them. He closed his lips over one nipple, sucking so hard she lost the ability to speak. When Aidan’s mouth took the other, rational thought went with it. They took their time, sucking, teasing, rolling the sensitive skin between their lips, their teeth stinging, their tongues soothing. It was like a competition, she realised; which one could make her cry out, make her arch off the bed. She sensed their competitiveness and their need to share her. They shared so much. Their minds, each other, lives, lovers.

  Lovers like her.

  Blind with need, Eva reached out and her hand brushed Aidan’s cock. Rafael adjusted himself, eluding her other hand, his mouth smiling as he continued to torment her. Aidan thrust towards her instead and she wrapped her fingers around him. His body felt strange, both hard and soft at the same time, like velvet stretched over iron. So warm in her grip, he undulated against her, pushing himself more firmly into her grip. His eyes closed, his face strained with pleasure as she explored the length of him, the heaviness of his balls, the smooth shaft with its leaping pulse and the warm marble of the head, already dewing with moisture.

  “Do you want him, Eva?” Rafael released her breast. He nuzzled against her.

  She couldn’t form words again. Instead she nodded, while images filled her mind—Aidan prone beneath her, clutching at the sheets with his hands. And that cock, the one that filled her hand, inside her, stretching her, filling her. Aidan, who had awakened her to this new self.

  “And where am I?” Rafael laughed at her.

  Another image filled her, not her own but which flowed into her mind through Rafael’s contact. Her mouth closing around his hard length, swallowing him down.

  “She has interesting ideas,” Rafael said.

  Aidan growled deep in his throat. “So do I. That was one of them.”

  A new picture blossomed—Eva on all fours, Rafael’s cock thrusting down her throat, while Aidan took her from behind. She moaned, shifting her body between them, more excited than she thought possible. And this time it was Rafael’s thought. She could sense that much even as the pleasure threatened to obliterate her.

  So many options. So many iterations. Aidan disentangled himself from her grip. Before she could protest another image filled her mind, one which left her astounded, burning, helpless. On her knees, trapped between them. Aidan fucked her slowly, his kisses ravaging her bruised and breathless mouth, while behind her Rafael parted her ass cheeks, his fingers stretching her anus, working slick oil into her depths. His cock nudged at the opening and she gave a stuttering cry.

  The same broken gasp forced its way from her mouth, shock and desire.

  “So many options,” Aidan chuckled, his hand roaming down to her ass. His thought then. “I think I like that one best though. Turn about is fair play, beautiful.” She wriggled nervously and gave a whimper of fear.

  “Don’t be afraid of us,” Rafael said, his tone darker.

  Easier said than done. “How many women have you…?”

  “Shared?” Aidan finished for her. His eyes met Rafael’s over her body and softened. “One or two. Does it bother you?”

  Strangely, no, it didn’t. And she couldn’t say why. All her Guild training screamed at her that it should. And that she shouldn’t even be here, be contemplating it.

  “We’re with you now.” Rafael’s breath brushed her earlobe. “And we wouldn’t be anywhere else. We’ve been waiting for you. It’s such a privilege to show you this world. Your face blossoms with every new discovery. And believe me, we’ll do nothing you don’t want, brave heart. I swear it.”

  Eva nodded, swallowing down her nerves, and rolled towards Rafael, capturing his mouth with her own. He let her simply kiss him for a moment, revelling in his surrender. But he couldn’t do that for long. It wasn’t in his nature. He didn’t give in, he didn’t succumb. He was the one in control. All the time.

  He kissed her back, hard and determined, his mouth forcing her down beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at her. “I want to see you with Aidan.”

  Unable to stop herself, she grinned back. “Same here.”

  The image formed in her mind. She recognised it as one of Rafael’s this time, as if his thoughts carried a shade or a scent that was uniquely his. She reached out, embraced it and felt it unfold.

  Aidan knelt on the ground, his body glistening with sweat, every muscle straining, his face stretched with ecstasy, and behind him Rafael pushed inside him. Slowly, so slowly, allowing Aidan the time he needed, restraining himself. His face was a mask of need. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed. Rafael reached around to grasp Aidan’s straining cock. Aidan cried out his name and started to come, bucking helplessly against his lover.

  His lover. And soon enough, her lover.

  Aidan let out a groan and his eyes fluttered closed. “Rafe, too much. You’ll send me over.”

  “You share your fantasies with him?” she asked, squirming between them.

  “We share just about everything.”

  “And be warned, he likes to tease.” Aidan bent to kiss her this time, nipping at her lower lip until she wound her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer.

  “Roll over, Aidan.” Rafael’s voice tightened. “On your back. I want to see her astride you.”

  At the same time, he cast her a look, a question in his dark eyes. He was offering her a moment to argue, to deny him, to ask for something else. But she didn’t, couldn’t. She wanted this. Oh, how she wanted it.

  They followed his directions, using every opportunity to touch and be touched, to drag the moment out. As much to tease Rafael as each other. As Eva moved astride Aidan’s prone form, his cock jerked against the hard ridges of his abdomen and he slid his hands up her thighs.

  “Slowly,” Rafael instructed. “It can be sore, after so long. And I want to feel your pleasure, beautiful. Not pain.”

  The thought of pain made the spark of panic leap back into life, but Aidan’s hand on her thighs soothed it away. So careful, so gentle a man, so full of the ability to care for others. So much so that people cared for him too. Couldn’t help themselves. She marvelled as he licked his lips and her body vibrated beneath his ministrations. His fingers teased the slick folds of her labia, parting them again, caressing them.

  She shivered and Aidan smiled up at her. There was something more than lust in his eyes now. Something that mirrored the compassion she had sensed in him before. But more than that. Far more.

  Aidan guided himself gradually into her, deep and deeper, stretching her body around his length, tormenting her with slowness and care. His face tightened with the strain of control, much as she had seen Rafael’s face do in the vision.

  Eva’s body pulsed around him and he growled her name, his grip tightening on her thighs just to the point of pain. The feeling lanced through her, maddening her, and she slammed herself down on his full length. Slick and ready for him as she was, she felt no pain. Her body convulsed and her heart beat wildly. Her body closed around him, tightening, welcoming, needing.

  Aidan stilled beneath her, waiting, his face fixed and desperate, but patient. His eyes reflected her face, the wonder she felt flooding his features. Slowly, she began to move, rocking against him. His hands rose to her hips, closed there, urging her on, faster, harder. She couldn’t help but oblige. He thrust into her, his back arching from the bed.

  “Touch his mind,” Rafael told her. “Make it complete. Trust me.”

  Eva reached for Aidan’s mind with her own and he welcomed her. No shields here, none of the usual barriers. He opened to her touch, releasing her legs and reaching out to either side. Her skin mourned the loss of his touch, but her body moved on in spite of herself.

  His hands clawed at the quilt and his head tilted back, his eyes closing, unable to remain open though they clung
to her until the last possible moment. Their minds and bodies entwined, joined, and his release, when it came, tipped her over the edge as well.

  She thrust against him, her own hands rising to her breasts to join with the heat engulfing them, which turned out to be Rafael. He was behind her, holding her, cradling her, keeping her safe as she lost the last strands of the clinical control she had once prized.

  And found it no loss at all.

  Chapter Five

  When Eva woke, Rafael was gone, but Aidan still lay by her side, breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. In sleep he lost that studied intensity. Something almost boyish hung around his eyes and mouth. She reached out to touch him, her fingertips playing along the defined muscles of his pecs.

  He moved so fast, she never saw his hand rise. Even her psychic abilities didn’t warn her. He caught her wrist in an iron grip and slowly opened his eyes. Bright blue, almost aglow, beautiful.

  “You’re awake,” he said, pleased to have outsmarted her. She could read the satisfaction rolling off him like the musk of scent. “I thought you’d sleep all day.”

  His grip loosened and turned into a caress.

  “Where’s Rafael?” she asked.

  Aidan shrugged, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Working. He’s always working. You’ll get used to it. You just have to let him go and wait until he needs you.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “And he will need you.”

  She stretched out beside him, body to body, ignoring the stir of desire that was building yet again. She wanted some answers. No, she deserved them.

  “He’s a strange man, Aidan.”

  He nodded, his tongue teasing between her fingers, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her.

  “He doesn’t let go. How can he be a Hedonist with such a tight wire of control?”

  “You’ve only just learned to give up control.” He grinned at her. “But sometimes control—retaining control of yourself no matter what, being in complete control of yourself, or another—is part of the pleasure.”