“It’s beautiful,” Eva cried, lifting her arms to the creatures. Some were as large as both her hands. She danced beneath them until Aidan caught her in his arms and pulled her to the ground in a tangle of limbs and laughter.
“Juvenile,” Rafael said sternly and Aidan tackled his ankles, pulling him down with them.
They rolled in the long grass, in the sunlight, kissing, stroking, expressing their love with minds and bodies too long denied, shedding clothes as buttons and zips gave way to questing hands. When their tongues met her hyper-sensitive skin she gasped in arousal and shivered.
Aidan propped himself up on his elbows, parted her blouse and slid this hands inside, cupping the swell of her breasts in heat. Her body clenched inside, wanting him, needing him. Wanting and needing both of them.
“Aren’t you worried someone will see?” she protested, her humour sparking as she teased him. She knew the others would be too busy exploring the house and gardens to bother coming this far. For now, they were alone.
“Let them.” Aidan smiled as his mouth claimed hers. He brought his hands up to the sides of her face, teasing the sensitive skin where the smallest tendrils of her hair met her cheeks. His thumb brushed her cheekbones, his fingers buried in her hair. She arched off the ground to meet him, hungry for him, desperate. He tasted so sweet, so perfectly suited to her. To them.
“They’ll only be jealous.” Rafael nuzzled into the weight of her abandoned breasts and then filled his hands, caressing them, stimulating the nipples to hard points which he caught in his mouth. He sucked hard, and sparks of desire fired off deep inside her, connecting the growing ache between her legs with their mouths upon her.
Eva gasped out their names, reaching out to return the gesture. Her hand passed over the fading bruises on Aidan’s skin, gently caressing him until he pressed his hardened cock into her hand. She broke free of his kisses and wriggled around, climbing onto all fours so she could take him in her mouth.
His cock throbbed as her tongue wrapped around it, teasing the ridges, the pronounced vein and the oh-so-sensitive head. He tasted of salt and cinnamon, of the joy of pleasure, of all the whispered words and gasps of pleasure they shared, of Aidan. His taste thrilled her. His scent wrapped itself around her and filled her mind with need.
His groan came out muffled and she lifted her eyes to see Rafael kissing him, holding his face in both hands so there was no escape. Aidan reached out blindly, one hand kneading the muscles of Rafael’s shoulder, the other tangling in her hair again, more firmly this time, pulling her closer. His hips moved with ever-increasing urgency, pressing deeper.
“Pull back,” Rafael instructed, “don’t push him over too quickly.” Even his mental voice sounded husky with desire.
Reluctantly, Eva slid her lips back up Aidan’s length, releasing him gently. His cock strained towards her again, but Rafael intercepted him. He eased Aidan to the ground and pinned him there, so carefully, so gently.
“Sit over his face, Eva,” Rafael told her and kissed her when she complied, climbing astride his prone body.
Aidan’s lips and tongue sought out the slick folds of her vagina, exploring their depths like the expert he was.
Moving behind her, Rafael sighed. “I’ve longed for this,” he told her, “ever since the first time.” He slid his cock deep inside her. “Sometimes I think all I do is long for this. For the two of you together.”
She was tight, despite her body’s eagerness, and he had to slow himself, easing himself deeper with slow deliberation, letting her flesh adapt to his.
Eva gasped his name out loud, one of the few words she could form.
“Yes, Rafael. Please, yes.”
“And more,” Aidan promised. She heard his mind through Rafael’s, as clearly as if he whispered in her ear. “Much more. Make her come, Rafe. Make her come so I can drink her down.”
His tongue rubbed her clitoris, caressed the base of Rafael’s cock until she wasn’t sure where one man began and the other ended. It took all her strength to hold herself up, her body absorbing the power of Rafael’s thrusts, soothed by Aidan’s mouth.
And that self-same mouth wasn’t finished with her yet. His teeth grazed her clit, closing slightly while he sucked hard, his tongue tormenting that hyper-sensitive knot of nerves. He teased her, tormented her, drove her relentlessly on.
Eva’s body convulsed as an orgasm broke over her in a wave. Their hands stopped her from falling. Rafael’s fingers dug into her hips and her body closed hard around him, pulling her with him into the bliss of release.
They half-fell, half-lay down together, three tangled bodies in the sunlight. Dirt and grass stains smeared their flesh. When she tried to brush it off, Aidan grinned and grabbed a fistful of mud, rubbing it onto her ass. He slapped her as he did so.
“What is it?” she squealed in surprise. “Does it come off?”
“Earth!” Aidan laughed and scooped up some more. “Come here and I’ll show you.”
Eva made a noise of outrage and mirth combined. She dug her hands into the soft mud and flung a clod right at him. It splattered against his golden skin and he yelped out loud. In only a moment they were all three of them at it, wrestling in the dirt like wild children. They rolled towards the pool and splashed into the freezing water, laughing out loud. The water was deep, coming up to her breasts, lapping against them as Aidan had. Seeing her pleasure in the touch, Aidan moved to help, ready to lick her breasts again but before he could reach her, Rafael pushed him under the water. He came back up glistening in the sunlight, his hair plastered to his head like liquid gold.
“That’s the way it’s going to be, is it?” he protested and dove under the water. Strong hands grabbed her calves, dislodging her stance effortlessly, pulling her under with him.
She couldn’t see. She flailed wildly in the depths and a mouth closed on hers, kissing her until she was breathless and then letting her go. When she surfaced, they were gone. The air tasted so sweet and fresh. She heaved in a breath of it, looking for them, but there was no sign.
The water rippled around her and stilled. Sunlight glittered across the surface. Eva turned in a circle, trying to see them underneath, but before she’d finished, they were on her.
Aidan rose before her, Rafael behind, sweeping her feet from under her and carrying her deeper. Before she knew what was happening, Aidan had buried himself deep inside the slick folds of her flesh, moving slowly. Lust made the skin around his eyes tighten, and his lips part. His tongue flashed along the line of his teeth and Eva would have stretched her neck so she could kiss him, when Rafael’s cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. Still hard, still eager, his hands parted her and toyed with her anus. She let out a cry that was part plea and Rafael’s fingers penetrated her, working slowly, gradually to open her.
Aidan shushed her tiny protests and the water swirled around them as he thrust—long, determined movements, deep inside her, setting off a rippling effect like the water lapping at her breasts, that moved through her body. Rafael’s cock replaced his hands, sliding into her, a fraction of it at a time, hardening still further as it did.
Aidan pulled her to him as she sobbed and used him to brace herself. She thrust herself back, to claim more of Rafael, and squeezed them both tightly, vowing never to let them go. Rafael’s lips teased her neck, Aidan’s hands buoyed her up in the water. Or maybe it was the other way around?
Eva arched her body and Rafael gave one final push, right inside her, his cock rubbing against Aidan through the thin dividing wall of her flesh. Aidan bent his head again, seizing her nipple between his teeth, biting so gently that she could do nothing but groan and try to impale herself on them both still further.
“Eva.” Rafael’s voice echoed through her mind. “Aidan…”
Love, that was all she could feel from him. Love, pure and unadulterated love. The love he feared he’d lose, the love he’d thought he’d lost when Aidan was captured. He teetered on the edge, caught there, trying to
wait for them, but losing the struggle.
Eva reached out with her mind, gathering the two of them in, letting them see the myriad sensations of pleasure that filled her, overwhelmed her. There was no ending to this, just a moment dragged out to infinity, a moment of before, of almost, a push and an embrace. Mind and body. Three minds and three bodies which pressed closer, deeper, nearer, and her voice drawing them to her to become just one, a single, eternal moment of fulfilled joy in physical form.
Aidan thrust again. She tightened her legs around his waist, and Rafael’s chest pressed to her back, the tension of his muscles mirroring hers. Her head fell back, in the moment which lasted forever. It rested on his shoulder and his lips sought hers blindly.
She came with a mental cry which could not find voice in the physical. There were no words for it and in truth no sound would do it justice. The edge rushed towards her and she threw herself over willingly, hearing Rafael’s answering cry while Aidan thrust into her, his shout of fulfilment setting the birds in the trees to flight and scattering the butterflies in the meadow.
Where her first orgasm had been a wave, this one, shared with them both, was a tsunami that rid her of conscious thoughts.
Aftershocks of pleasure, tremors that shuddered through her, made her muscles contract around them both. Each noise they made echoed that pleasure still reverberating through her. Reluctantly, they eased apart and climbed onto the bank, lying there in the sunlight, curled together, unable to part, to stop touching, stroking, kissing.
Sunlight played on her wet and sated skin, and she reached for Aidan and Rafael again, even as their hands reached for her. She stroked them, revelling in the sensation of their skin against hers, in the scents and sounds all around her. The breeze ruffled the grass, rippled the water; the butterflies drifted lazily from flower to flower, stirring up the fragrance as they went.
Aidan sighed, half a moan of pleasure, half a sound of relaxation. Rafael gathered them both into his arms and they lay on either side of his smooth, hard body, indulging in the simple pleasures of the world around them.
And of each other.
The Guild had no idea, Eva thought idly, as her body stirred again and her mind brushed against the erotic images Aidan’s was already conjuring up. The man was insatiable. Wondrously so. Rafael’s touch brought a smile to her lips. Answering images, fresh ideas pouring from him. They both were. Pleasure was everything. So was love. And to combine the two just made it blissful. But they didn’t shirk in duty, they loved with their full hearts, minds and bodies, all three.
And now, finally, so did she. She reached out to either side, to draw both of them to her again, to take Rafael’s lips with her, to fill Aidan’s hands with her breasts. With just a touch—of the body, the mind, and the heart—she was free.
About the Author
Rhiannon Leith didn’t mean to write erotic sci-fi, fantasy and romance, it just worked out that way. And when you find something you’re good at…
She’s written stories about vampires, djinn, psychics, angels and demons. All of them are very naughty indeed.
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Edge of Heaven
Iron born and iron bred. Trust not iron, it will see you dead.
Soul Fire
© 2009 R. F. Long
Rowan Blake could really use a magic wand to keep her struggling art gallery afloat. But the faerie key she stumbles across is far from a lucky charm. It’s a magnet for danger, and by touching it she’s unwittingly put herself in the middle of a war between the forces of light and dark. And in the arms of its rightful owner, Prince Daire.
While searching for his brother, Daire finds himself trapped in the Iron World with a mere mortal woman who ignites his passion like no other. Each stolen kiss deepens their attraction and sends him spiraling closer and closer to the edge of his inherent dark desires. Desires that act as a homing beacon for the Dark Sidhe, who are intent on forcing him to fight on their side.
The longer he lingers in her arms—and in her bed—the closer his enemies get to her door. And the greater the risk that the gateway to the Faerie Realm will shift, destroying not only his power to protect her, but his very life
Warning Contains enchantments, danger, some very scary monsters, a trip to the dark side and hot, soul-transforming sex with an immortal prince.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Soul Fire:
Daire lifted her again and carried her through to the living room, to the same sofa on which he had lain. Rowan tried to fight the exhaustion eating away at her consciousness. With precise clarity of distraction, she watched him turn the catches on the window with the blade of his knife, securing her home, protecting her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“The original builders of your home knew enough to place iron locks on doors and windows and to bury iron beneath the thresholds. I can feel its sting. As your guest I can bypass them, and any Sidhe or fae with enough strength could break through eventually. Not without pain, or sacrifice, but even iron cannot hold in perpetuity.”
He took the plant stalks from her unresisting hands, wincing as it touched his bare skin.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
Daire didn’t reply at first. He snapped the long stems and threw them into the fireplace, shaking his hands as if to clear a sting.
“It’s broom.” He knelt before her. Red welts, raised and obviously painful, covered his palms and fingers. “It likes not my kin and me. If they come, light your fire. Your windows and doors are bound with iron already. The smoke will prevent them using the chimney.”
“How?”
He shook his head briefly, a rapid gesture, almost too quick for her tired eyes. “Not now. They’ve gone for now. You need no nightmares.”
She lay back, closing her eyes in relief. All she wanted now was sleep, to relieve herself of the terrible burden of exhaustion. Deep inside her lay a quiet, dark place where she longed to curl up and hide. She found her consciousness burrowing towards it.
“No.” He pulled her up from the sofa. “Rowan, you can’t sleep. Not now. Talk to me.”
Part of her wanted to. The rest wanted to push him away. The logical part of her said stay awake and find out as much as you can, find out what is wrong with you, what makes you want to sleep like the dead. The rest of her told the logical part precisely what it could do with itself. She wanted sleep, needed sleep, as she had never needed it. And nothing on the entire planet could induce her to—
Daire kissed her. His lips claimed hers, burned against the sensitive skin. His mouth parted slightly, requiring a response. It was both invitation and a plea. His breath caressed her flesh, driving her senses beyond what they could stand.
His hands cupped her shoulders, holding her swaying body in place as his kiss filled her. She wasn’t sure how to respond, even if she had the strength, so she let him hold her to him and drank in kiss after delirious kiss.
Daire broke away from her and when he spoke, his voice sounded ragged. “Rowan, I’m not sure how much of this you’ll understand, but try to follow me. Magic needs energy. I am a creature of magic. And you…”
As if unable to help himself, he leaned in and kissed her again, like someone faced with a long-denied addiction. Hunger, need, and desire, beyond reason. She sensed his failing reluctance and yet couldn’t help luxuriating in the sensations, the touch of his lips, his tongue filling and enticing her. Her heart thundered against her ribs as he pulled back.
“Somehow, you are a source of enormous magical energy. It is a mortal’s gift from the Creator, the ability in turn to create. That is true magic. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, but with the movement the exhaustion flooded back again, a dark wave of oblivion which crested far above her. Her head lolled back as she surrendered to it.
Dair
e kissed her again, buoying her back to the light of his embrace, to the sound of his voice. His lips trailed across her cheek, up her jaw line, to her ear.
“I asked you to give me some energy, without thinking you would give me so much. You are a giving person. It isn’t in you to hold back. I should have thought—for that I am sorry. I should have guessed you would not understand the implications. I need to give some back to you, Rowan. Or you will be ill. Dangerously ill. Your tine anama is unbalanced, your soul flickering. I must restore what is yours.”
“How?” He sounded so serious. And the way her consciousness lurched sickeningly between the dark and Daire’s light, it felt serious, or would if she could bring herself to care for more than a moment. Every time she could grasp the importance, it slid away, straight into shadows on an oil-skimmed track.
Daire cradled her against his body again, rested his face against her hair. His words drew her back, though she felt certain he thought she slept.
“Would that I could make love to you, Rowan. I can imagine no greater honour, nor admit no more earnest desire. And that would restore any amount of your power, for it is a shaping of all things. But I dare not. I cannot. I wish I could, but I am not the man to love you. There is no heart left within me for love.”
She stirred, disturbed by the tack this was taking. Opening her eyes, she looked into his smile and knew no matter what he thought, he felt nothing of the sort. Daire had a heart. She could feel it hammering against his chest, echoing through her body. She could see its glow in the depths of his wondrous eyes.
“But there are other ways, Rowan, if you will but give me your permission.”
“Permission?”
“To touch you. To fulfil you. To bring your strength back.”
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