Corralling Dawn [Midnighter Seductions 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  It looked like the amber rim to his eyes flashed brighter for a split second as he jumped into the pool behind them. “Woman, I hope you plan to follow through with that promise.”

  The gruff, low tone to his voice sent a quiver straight from her pussy to where her nipples were grazing the springy hair on Derechos’s chest.

  “I don’t remember saying anything.” Hot water surged up over her body as he lowered them and she let her arms wave gently in the water. “Oh, god, that feels good.”

  “You don’t have to.” Derechos released her a bit and she felt herself float for a moment. “We can hear your body’s demands loud and clear.”

  “Interesting.” She reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his erection. “I’m a good listener as well.”

  He muttered another string of words she didn’t quite understand and pressed her away from him and against the wall of the pool. She didn’t have time to feel any sort of rejection because Storm moved in and captured her lips. She felt his thick cock press against her stomach as he pinned her against the pool edge. Holding both her hands stopped her from grabbing him as she had Derechos.

  It wasn’t until after he lifted his head and gave them each a moment to gasp for air that she realized the sides had molded themselves to her sides. “I think I’m stuck here.”

  “You most certainly are.” Storm moved slightly to the side and leaned down to press an openmouthed kiss to her neck, trailing his lips along her skin to her collarbone. The water lapped at her breasts, teasing her nipples with movement. Derechos leaned against the wall beside her, a lazy smile on his face. He reached out and cupped one breast with his large hand and rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Something tells me you like to rush things along, jump the gun, and run straight for the finish line.”

  The crazy tingles that were arrowing straight from her nipples to her pussy made her want to rock her hips but she was stuck and couldn’t move. That increased her desire and nerves at the same time. “I’m really stuck here.”

  Storm held both her hands in one of his but wouldn’t let go. The forced immobility was maddening since they both continued to stroke her body. While Storm held her hands in one of his, he ran his fingers along her neck and collarbone between kisses. Derechos played with her nipple and then slid his hand over to her other breast and continued to tease.

  Dawn’s pussy was throbbing with need as she tried to rock her hips or arch her back, anything to try and submit to her body’s need to move. Her muscles clenched and quivered with the growing need inside of her. “Why can’t I touch you?”

  “Because, we want you to ache for our touch, beg for it.”

  “I don’t beg for anything.” The words were out of her mouth before she could consider whether it would sound like a challenge. “If I can’t find someone to help me I do it myself.”

  “That is exactly what we don’t want you to do, Atan.” Storm’s voice against her neck sent another shiver straight to her cunt. “We want you to call to us when you need something.”

  “Anything.” Derechos let go of her breast and slid his hand down her body, his fingers stopping to lightly stroke her swollen pussy lips. “You’re our Atan. We’ll be the ones you always turn to.”

  Dawn felt as though she was surrounded by the devil himself asking her for her soul. Her body burned with need and she considered giving in to their demands simply to gain some relief or reach closer to the powerful orgasm that wavered just out of touch. “While I’m here.”

  “From now on.” Derechos pressed down against her pussy, right were her clit peeked out, begging for attention. He circled around the bundle of nerves and tapped it quickly before stroking circles again.

  The most incredible sensation rocketed up through her body at his touch. Storm reached down and lifted one leg, pinning it to the wall, opening her further. The substance molded to her leg, locking it in place, leaving her partially bared. Storm slid his hand along her inner thigh, his fingers dipping between her legs to where her entrance pulsed. “Do you want us, Dawn?” He teased the clenching muscles of her cunt. “Will you scream our names as we plunge our cocks into your body?”

  Storm’s voice was a silken temptation to her senses. Both he and Derechos stroked her body and teased her to the edge of reason and she wanted everything they offered. She wanted to stop worrying about everything else and focus completely on the two men with her. “Please.” The word slipped from her lips like a prayer.

  “Please what, Dawn?” Derechos lifted her nipple out of the water and wrapped his lips around the tight nub, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers rubbed her clit in a maddening rhythm.

  “I want to feel you both. I need you both inside me.”

  “Not yet but soon, my precious Atan.” She was about to cry out in frustration but Storm pressed two fingers deep inside of her cunt. The shock stole her voice as her cunt clamped down on his thick fingers. He pulled them out and plunged in deep again, curling them so they stroked the rough patch where her G-spot hid. No man had ever hit that particular spot but Storm stroked and teased it as if he’d known where it was all his life.

  Between Derechos manipulating her clit and Storm finger-fucking her body, she didn’t last more than a couple moments before her first orgasm burst over her. She tilted her head back and gripped each of their shoulders as they continued to rock her body, stretching out the intensity of her release until she felt another wave burst over her senses and take her under a peaceful wave.

  Chapter Three

  Derechos gently eased Dawn’s limp body from the water. She’d fainted after her last release, and he figured it was her body’s way of forcing her to relax. She worked too hard and they’d both been concerned about her for a long time. Having her here between them alleviated most of his stress but now he hungered to claim her properly.

  Storm wrapped a large warm towel around her and tucked it in as best he could and then took their precious Atan from his arms. Grabbing a towel himself, Derechos quickly dried himself off as Storm had done a moment before and slipped into a pair of pants. The fabric here on Lu’um was much easier to deal with. There was no way he’d be able to pull a pair of denim pants over his damp skin and he didn’t understand why everyone on Earth loved wearing them so much. They weren’t very practical here on Lu’um. Their regular clothing was much more comfortable and moved with them.

  Dawn didn’t stir a muscle as Storm carried her out of the bathing room and down the hall to their rooms. His cock throbbed with the need to plunge deep inside her tight sheath but he wanted her fully rested and completely aware of what she was doing. Not high on adrenaline after a stressful night.

  “She’ll sleep for hours now.” Storm cradled their Atan in his arms and kept looking down at her as if he was amazed she was here. That was almost exactly how Derechos felt. They’d watched Dawn for months, fighting the urge to claim her because they knew the danger she would immediately be in if she came in contact with either of them. A Midnighter knew the moment he saw his Atan that she would be his. It was then up to him to convince her to accept them. Traditions were that they’d perform an ook’at, a claiming dance that would speak to her soul. The dance he performed at the club entranced her and reassured them that she was theirs.

  “Good, she needs it. She works too hard on that ranch of hers. With her here now, we can take care of her.”

  An odd look crossed over Storm’s features and Derechos could sense the unease his brother felt with that. “What if she doesn’t want to stay? You and I both have watched her for months. She’s worked long and hard on that ranch. Do we have any right to take it all away from her?”

  It was no surprise that Storm’s thought mirrored his own. They were warrior brothers and that carried a bond stronger than any other. “She’s ours to take care of, Storm. Who wouldn’t want to live here where we can take care of her every need?”

  “Because she’s as independent as Destiny and Hope. Neither of them are willing to s
it back and be coddled. Why do we think Dawn would be any different?”

  Derechos didn’t reply because he didn’t have a good enough answer. In his heart he wanted to place her between him and Storm where he knew she was safe and never allow anything harmful to touch her. What if we hadn’t been there when the Kimil attacked her?

  Their enemy would have incapacitated her and then fought over the right to kill her. When the sun rose over her, she’d have been nothing but a dried-out husk of a body in the middle of the desert. The thought of her dying alone and terrified struck Derechos deep in his warrior’s soul. The Midnighters were protectors of their people but an Atan came first before all others. The Atans were the warriors’ greatest strength and weakness. “It’s simple. We’ll convince her to stay by making her love this world as much as we do.”

  “It almost sounds too easy, but I’m all for trying.” Dawn wriggled restlessly for a moment and Storm cuddled her closer to his chest. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and then settled down again. Thankfully at this time of day the majority of the Midnighters were on patrol or training, leaving the hallways quiet.

  Derechos opened the door to their rooms and stepped aside for Storm to come in. As his brother settled down in a lounger with Dawn, he headed into the bedroom to make some changes. The first thing he did was push their two large beds together to create a much larger one. The materials that made up the construction of their bed were much like that which lined the pools. It was very much in tune with the energy of their world and his and Storm’s needs. As the side of the beds touched, they molded seamlessly together as if it had always been that way.

  A light knock at the door alerted him to one of the housekeepers standing in the doorway. He waved her in.

  “In la kech, congratulations on the discovery of your intal’oox.” She came in with a large smile and a pile of new linens for their bed. Storm must have alerted them after they separated. “She looks very beautiful and her hair looks like the high sun.”

  Dawn’s coloring was bound to attract a lot of attention. Other than a couple of them, the Midnighters shared very similar coloring, but Dawn’s hair color was the lightest he’d ever seen. “Thank you, Tanja. She’s still very unsure of our world and we plan to show her around as soon as she has had time to regenerate her energy.”

  “I understand. Perhaps you would consider taking her to my village this evening. My niece’s son has been born with the markings of a warrior and the village is celebrating.”

  Derechos stepped over and gave Tanja a hug. The birth of a new Midnighter was always a cause for celebration. “That’s wonderful news. We would be honored to attend and please make certain that Rock and Jag know as well.”

  She blushed and nodded. “I will.” She shooed him away. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll have this ready for the three of you. I’ll also let the cook know that we have a new Atan joining you all for the next meal.”

  Derechos smiled and looked forward to the rest of the day. The birth of a new warrior was always a joy-filled occasion and what better way to show her the wonders of their world than with a celebration.

  * * * *

  Storm lay in bed alongside his Atan as she slept. The soft lines in her face relaxed and she looked like a young, innocent woman. But it was the strong, fiery woman he wanted to see awake. Derechos had gone to speak with Rock and Jag and do some training, leaving Storm with their Atan. He knew his brother was concerned that she might not have bonded with Storm since he hadn’t danced for her, but the way she curled up in his arms and slept peacefully beside him, he didn’t believe that. Her soul recognized him, a genetic tic or magical aura. He didn’t care what it was. She was meant to lay here in their bed.

  Derechos had been the first to suggest resisting the tempting woman lying next to him. At the time it made sense but now he realized his idiocy. Trying to resist their Atan was as successful as trying to snatch one of his arrows out of the air. He still remembered the first time they’d seen her. He and Derechos had started expanding the area they were monitoring for Kimil activity. They both loved the stark beauty of the desert and enjoyed spending time out there. One day their explorations took them close to her home. They’d been inspecting the area with what the humans called binoculars but their equipment was much more advanced. It allowed them to stay far enough away to not be noticed but he’d been able to see every detail of her. She’d been out working in one of her fields, fixing a fence or building something. Storm hadn’t paid all that much attention to her actions. He’d been fascinated by the golden color of her hair and the way the sun glinted off the ponytail hanging out from under the Stetson. The multitude of shades and highlights that colored the long strands fascinated him. It’d been a hot day and he remembered being concerned that she’d get ill from extended exposure to the sun.

  He’d been all set to drive over there and claim her that day but it had been Derechos who’d stopped him. The more he’d thought of it the more he’d realized his brother was right. They needed to wait and finish the job they’d been given. But as the weeks turned into months Derechos’s patience had run thin and Storm had been the one to talk him out of claiming her. They’d known if either of them had gone near her it would have triggered something inside of her, making her a target for the Kimil. So they’d kept their distance, until last night when she came to them.

  He lifted a section of Dawn’s hair and let it slip through his fingers. The gentle light from their dual suns brought out different shades than the Earth’s harsher light revealed. She moved slightly in her sleep, rubbing her cheek against his chest before tucking her hand under her cheek and settling again. Storm’s cock throbbed and bobbed between his legs. The temptation to roll her onto her back and awaken her body was a constant need but he’d lay here torturing himself for days if it meant she gained the sleep she needed. That didn’t mean he would deny himself the simplest of touches, stroking his fingers rhythmically though her hair. The strands slipped like water over the back of his hand, caressing him with their softness.

  Her body’s curves fit perfectly against him, as if she’d been made for him. Which in a way she was. He and Derechos had been chosen by the gods as her iicham, her husbands, as she’d been chosen for them. She sighed and made little noises in the back of her throat. They weren’t distress sounds. He would have felt her anxiety if she’d been having a bad dream. Instead he was being bombarded by thoughts of soft touches and the subtle scent of her arousal. His cock throbbed from behind his pants and his hips shifted slightly. He and Derechos had worn sleep pants last night. It wasn’t their normal behavior but the temptation of Dawn’s body was maddening. Especially after watching the way she came apart for them in the baths. He dropped his head back against the pillow and tried to think of every aspect of the perimeter he and Derechos patrolled last, anything to keep his mind occupied and away from the dangerous thoughts of rolling over her and pressing his cock into her hot cunt. Her juices would be molten pleasure surrounding his cock, her muscles twitching, clasping his length. Storm groaned. That’s not helping.

  Dawn moaned and stretched out, pressing her entire body against his in a silken caress. Her leg slid over his and he quickly wrapped his fingers around his cock to protect it from her wandering knee. The gentle pressure of his hand sent a lick of lightning up his spine and his cock pulsed in his grip. One, maybe two strokes through the material would have him on the edge of spilling his load. He hadn’t felt this out of control since the first time he’d crawled between a Raxka’s legs.

  “Storm?” Dawn slid her hand over his chest and he froze. Is she still sleeping? She hadn’t opened her eyes but knew he and not Derechos held her. Her instincts were that in tune with them already. Convincing her that this was her new home shouldn’t be difficult. He uncurled his fingers from his cock and tried to curb his thoughts from the feel of her body under him.

  She stirred again and then lifted herself up. He missed the heat of her body the moment she moved and th
e blanket they’d covered her with slipped to her waist, baring her perfect breasts for his viewing. He felt his balls pull up tight against him, his cock throbbing to the beat of his heart.

  “Where am I?” Her voice was sleep laden as she looked around and blinked as she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

  “You’re in Lu’um, remember. A pack of Kimil attacked you and we brought you here.”

  “Against my will, if I remember correctly.” She turned and looked down at him. A small frown wrinkled the skin between her eyes but her hand still lay in the middle of his chest.

  “We did what we needed to, to keep you safe.”

  “In the bath, or pool, or whatever that was. You were keeping me safe then?” Her cheeks had turned a soft pink color and her gaze darted to the side, breaking eye contact.

  He didn’t like that she was afraid to look at him or might feel embarrassment over what happened. He wanted to see her spirit and hear her demanding pleasure from them. It was amusing that while her memories made her blush, she hadn’t realized that she’d only been wrapped in a blanket and when she sat up it’d slipped. Her breasts were completely bared for his viewing.

  “Do you mean when Derechos and I touched you?” Unable to resist, he lifted his hand and stroked his fingers though the hair that had slipped forward and hung like a silken curtain. “When we tasted you?”

  “You didn’t taste me.” He watched as the color darkened on her cheeks and the small frown puckered the skin between her brows. “I would have remembered if you had gone—Oh, god!” She dropped down so quickly he immediately sat up looking for the threat. Instead Dawn yanked at the blanket he was partially leaning on, trying to cover herself.