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

by Corinne Davies

  “That’s it?” She didn’t look as though she quite believed him and her tone spoke the same. The bond that connected her emotions to him ran both ways and he was happy to distract her.

  “Do you know how hard it was to leave you in bed today?” He distinctly remembered the feeling of her curled up between him and Storm and let that fill his thoughts. Knowing that Storm would be there for her when she woke up was the only reason he was able to go. There were many details he had to pass along to the other warriors regarding the way the Kimil’s descendants on Earth were acting. Making certain that information was passed on correctly was the only reason he left their bed.

  “I didn’t hear you leave at all.” Her cheeks colored again, hopefully because she was remembering the feel of Storm’s hands on her body. Jealously was an emotion the Midnighters didn’t possess, not when it came to the women they shared.

  “Good, I didn’t want you to wake.” He placed his hand against the delicate curve of her spine and led her toward a small path through the trees. Her delicate natural scent and creamy skin was too much of a temptation and he was finished resisting. “Did Storm let you sleep or did he cave to the temptation of having your naked body stretched out beside him?”

  “He let me sleep.”

  “And after you woke up?” He already knew the answer to this but he wanted her to tell him and ensure she didn’t feel uncomfortable being with both of them. “Did you dream of me?”

  “Um…”

  The rosy stain on her cheeks and neck darkened, making his cock twitch. He tried to temper his smile but couldn’t stop it entirely. “Were you dreaming of me, my sweet Atan?”

  She glanced up at him and he saw a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe.”

  His cock reacted to her coy answer. Does my Atan want to play? “I hope you did.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you occupy my thoughts?” He stroked his hand down her hair and cupped his hand around the back of her neck. “Because you’re my Atan.”

  “Is that the only reason? Is this only some sort of mystical hormonal reaction to each other? Like none of us had a choice in this?”

  A string of curses floated through Derechos’s thoughts as he tried to keep his frustration out of his expression. This was not what he wanted Dawn to think and he was starting to understand the real purpose to an ook’at. “That’s not completely it. I’d be lying if I said that my attraction to you isn’t partially because I know you were meant to be ours. I realize that it’s a foreign concept to you and might not make as much sense. I’ve always know that Storm was my warrior brother and that one day we would share an Atan. But you have qualities that we both find attractive. You’re loyal and caring. You love your animals and even though you don’t like your sister or her friends, you still came to the club because she asked you to.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Storm noticed the difference between you and your sister when he was watching you as I danced.” He tugged her off the path and back behind a large tree. Leaning back against the smooth trunk, he pulled her between his legs and rested both of his hands on the small of her back. The small bit of sunlight that filtered through the leaves above highlighted her light hair in shades of pale gold. “You have occupied my thoughts every waking moment. Even as I tried to pass on information to the other Midnighters my heart ached being separated from you.”

  “That’s very romantic.” She pressed her stomach against his throbbing erection and shimmied slightly against his body.

  “I would never lie to you.” He bent down and captured her lips with his own. He could feel her smile against his skin as he slid his hands down her body and traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. Her lips parted and he delved his tongue inside to stroke against hers. He could taste the fruit she’d been eating and her skin smelled like the fresh breezes of his home. She moaned when he deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against her teeth, encouraging her to play. When she did, arousal melted his bones as it made his cock rock hard. She tried to bite his tongue and tugged on his hair when he sucked on hers.

  The need for air encouraged him to break off the best kiss of his life. He trailed a string of kisses against her soft skin to the warmth behind her ear.

  “Tell me about your dream,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck and felt all the little bumps rise up along her skin. Her skin felt hot under his lips. Her face was tilted up and to the side. “What made you blush? Was I watching you touch yourself?”

  “No.” Her answer was punctuated by a soft sigh as she looked up and tilted her head, allowing him as much access to her neck as he wanted, and he wanted it all. Every inch of her body and soul tempted him, demanding to be claimed as his own.

  “That’s a shame.”

  “Really?”

  He could sense the disbelief in her tone. “Absolutely, I’d greatly enjoy watching you touch your body, almost as much as I enjoy touching you myself. Now, about that dream…”

  She laughed and he thought the suns shone brighter because of the sound. Resisting the urge to look her in the face and demand answers, he continued to tease her neck as he rocked her body against him. “Tell me.”

  “I was on top, straddling you.”

  He hadn’t expected her honesty so soon and his cock almost burst from the front of his pants at her admission. “Was I sleeping?” He teased her a bit more, hoping she would continue.

  “No.” She laughed. “You were awake and deep inside of me. My hands were braced on your chest and I was swirling my hips, riding you.”

  It wasn’t difficult to form a crystal-clear mental image of her words and he wanted to strip off his clothes right here and now and reenact that moment. Instead he cupped her ass in his hands, lifted her up, and pressed his aching cock against the heat between her legs. Her pussy was dripping and he wanted to be surrounded by that wet heat. Her dress slid up her thighs as she parted her legs and braced her knees against his hips.

  “Show me, Dawn.” He supported her as she pressed harder against him. “Move against me as you did in the dream.”

  She gripped his shoulders and slowly rotated her hips, small circles around his cock, as she ground her pussy against him. He could feel a tremor vibrating down his spine and wrapping around his balls. More, I need more. He was ready to beg her when she spoke.

  “I can’t do it the same from this angle.”

  Carefully holding onto her, he moved them away from the tree and lowered them to the ground. The natural moss was as soft as a bed against his back when he settled down with his Atan straddling over him like one of the ancients’ fertility goddesses.

  Her smile was seductive as she braced her hands in the middle of his chest and pushed open his vest. Curling her fingers, she pressed into the muscles and twirled her hips, pressing down against his aching length. Her juices soaked into the material of his pants and he was certain he could feel the moisture against his cock. A white-hot sensation boiled at the base of his spine and wrapped around his hips, burning hot and fast for his cock and making him worry that he might lose control like a young boy.

  “Something’s not right.” Dawn stilled her movements and Derechos bit back a curse. Her stopping helped his control but went against the driving need that burned inside of him.

  “We’re missing a very important aspect of this dream.” She looked around them and then back down at him.

  “What do you need to make certain this is perfect?” She continued to glance around, making his cock throb with the same rapid pulse of his heart. Please let her want an audience.

  She bit her lower lip and held it between her teeth when her gaze dropped to his again. “In my dream, Storm was watching us.”

  Desire ripped through his conscious thought, making Derechos grip her hips and pull her hard against him, rolling his pelvis to maximize the contact between them. She gasped and tilted her head back as he rocked up against her.

  “Don’t want to wait.” She pante
d and pressed her hands against his chest, lifting herself off of him. A large dark mark covered his groin from where she’d rubbed against him.

  “No.” He ripped the material, pulling the pants apart, exposing his cock. She wrapped her hand around his length and stroked a couple times. “Don’t…can’t…”

  Thankfully Dawn understood his grunted words and angled his cock upward till he pressed against her dripping folds. She traced his tip over her silky, wet pussy lips, pushing his control to the outermost limits before tucking him against her entrance.

  Derechos started thinking of the maps of Lu’um, where all the kaah were located, and the villages surrounding them. Anything but the way her body gripped him as she enveloped his length. He pushed up against her as she pressed downward and gained more depth. Dawn’s face was tilted to the sun-dappled tapestry of leaves above them. Her hair partially covered her face as they moved, pressing together as each tried to satisfy a deep aching need to own the other.

  She shuddered and moaned deep in her throat when she’d finally taken all of him. He held her tight, preventing her from moving. His control was as fine as thin wisp of smoke and just as fragile. Inner muscles fluttered and clenched his length as he looked up into her beautiful green eyes. They looked more vibrant here, surrounded by the lush greens of his world. Lu’um was a perfect frame for her pale skin and the ethereal lightness to her hair, but he felt like her eyes would see straight to his soul. Could she see how much he cared for her already and the speed at which those feelings multiplied? “You are by far the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in all my life.”

  She smiled down at him. Small wrinkles crinkled the skin around her eyes, making her even more beautiful. He knew Dawn was his Atan and there were no Midnighters luckier than he and Storm. “Ride me, Atan. Live your dreams.”

  “You are a romantic, Derechos.” She braced her hands against his chest and rolled her body. Her breasts rasped the hair on his chest and her pussy released him a little before sliding back down his length.

  “I don’t know what that word is?” The brief pause had helped him gather up his scattered control but as soon as Dawn moved it felt like a hot wind blew it away again.

  “You see beauty where there is none,” she whispered and rocked her body against him again.

  “No, I have no time for pretty lies.” He tightened his hold on her hips and arched up as she slammed down his length. The sensation stole both their breath.

  “Do it again.”

  He was happy to comply as their movements became wild and unfettered. She rode him like she did one of her animals, pausing to lean down and nip at his chest before running her fingers through the soft hair there. Unable to resist her any longer, Derechos sat up and gripped her tightly. He plundered her lips. She nipped at his lower lip and then swept the sting away with her tongue. All that mattered was his Atan and her beautiful body taking his length over and over, driving him with a mindless passion to the edge of sanity, but he held tight until he heard her passionate scream. Her body locked down on him, flooding him with her juices as she continued to try to ride him.

  He slipped a hand between them and circled her little clit with his thumb. It only took a couple of passes before she tightened on him again, rocking against him. Soft keening noises escaped her throat as she rode out her pleasure. Only then did Derechos allow himself the final ecstasy and released his seed into her body with a hot rush. She shuddered in his arms as he hollered out to the leaves above them.

  As his body slowly returned to itself, Derechos lay back against the soft ground and held his Atan close to his chest. They both were gasping for breath and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest, slowly returning back to normal. He wondered for a moment if she was still conscious but her fingers idly circled a path on his chest.

  “That was far better than my dream.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest and then propped her chin on her hands and looked at him.

  “You couldn’t wait to at least undress her?”

  Dawn gasped and whipped her head around. Embarrassment and arousal painted her emotions. “How long have you been there, Storm?”

  Derechos grinned at her and slowly circled her back with his hand. They were both fully dressed except for where he’d parted his pants to allow his cock to escape. “Our Atan is too delectable to resist.”

  He would have rather had her naked under him but considering all the work the village had gone to for this celebration it would have been disrespectful to leave. Storm moved closer and crouched next to Dawn. Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, Storm captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

  “Long enough to know I am willing to act any and all of your dreams if this is what goes through your head as you sleep,” he spoke when their lips parted. Dawn looked dazed and Derechos could feel himself hardening again inside her.

  “If we’re going to head back to the village, then now is the time to go before we all get distracted again and I strip you properly this time.”

  Dawn paused as if to dare him but Derechos smacked her on the round curve of her ass. The smack echoed in the air around them and made her gasp. The ripple of arousal vibrated around them and Storm groaned. “Come on, we’re not staying long.”

  Derechos missed the tight heat of Dawn the moment she lifted herself off him. Storm passed him a cleaning cloth he’d had in a pocket. Thankful for his brother’s ability to be prepared for almost anything, Derechos quickly tidied their Atan before taking care of himself. The cloth cleaned the front of his pants as well after he tucked away his cock and pressed the material back together.

  He looked up and watched Storm place the braided crown of flowers back on Dawn’s head. Storm tended to wear his emotion all over his face and this time was no different. He looked like he would follow her to the ends of their world and beyond. Exactly the same way Derechos felt about her. They each commanded one of Dawn’s hands and held on as they made their way back to the village and the celebration.

  Dawn had a soft skip to her step as she walked and grinned up at each of them. For the first time since they’d set their gaze on her, everything was as it should be. He could feel Dawn’s affection for their world and knew it wouldn’t take long for her to decide to stay with them. IxChel was premature in her warnings. They loved Dawn and he was certain she already carried a deep affection for them. What could go wrong?

  * * * *

  Storm pressed the heel of his hand to the hard edge along the front of his pants. He’d always enjoyed watching a woman’s pleasure, whether she was with him or one of the other Midnighters. There was something ethereally beautiful that overcame a woman when she reached the peak of her passion. But Dawn’s release had been the most breathtaking of all.

  He’d felt Derechos’s arousal and through him their Atan’s. It pulled him like there’d been an enchanted cord wrapped around his soul. He could have found them in the middle of the desert blindfolded. Knowing that they’d given Dawn a real-life recreation of her dream pleased him to no end. Derechos looked happier than he’d ever seen him and that joy felt like it rebounded back and forth between their links. He wanted to scoop Dawn up, take her back to their home, and claim her with Derechos in front of all his fellow warriors. But there was one small fact that bothered him.

  The ook’at.

  He’d never danced for her. It was a tradition that had survived for so long in their legends but so far only Rock and Jag had performed that particular ritual and only because he and his fellow Midnighters had pushed them for a traditional meeting. Now that his time had arrived, he didn’t relish the idea of a formal claiming dance. Since Derechos had already danced for her and felt her soul touch his, they knew she’d accepted them, even if she didn’t realize it herself. But he wanted to feel the pure heat of that connection himself.

  It didn’t take long to return to the village, and he was pleased to see that the music had already started. A couple of men beat out a steady rhythm on tra
ditional bowls. The sound rang out over them as the women’s voices rose to meet the same level. They sang of happy times and blessed unions. Of marked children born who grew to Midnighters and their Atans who stood by them and fought next to them. They were the stories and legends they’d all grown up with and were starting to see come true. Storm and Derechos both knew why the villagers had chosen these songs. Dawn had made an impression on them earlier and they wanted her to understand.

  Their Atan stood transfixed as she watched some of the couples swing around in a traditional dance. Material spun out from the women’s arms like wisps caught on a warm breeze. “Wow, this is beautiful.” She sighed and squeezed their hands tighter.

  Derechos looked over her head at him and nodded with a big smile on his face. Storm should have realized earlier that his brother would understand the ache he felt. Derechos was right. This would be the perfect opportunity. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips.

  She gasped in surprise and then moaned softly as he slipped his tongue between her parted lips. As their kiss grew more passionate, Storm allowed his passion to rise up in him. He lifted his face from Dawn’s and held out his arm to Derechos. His brother clasped it and as soon as their markings aligned a deep amber glow emanated from the marks.

  “Holy wow, that’s amazing.” Dawn lifted her hand and laid it over his and the markings flashed from bright amber to a brilliant white. She snatched her hand back with a gasp but it felt to Storm like he’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Energy rocketed through his body and he knew Derechos had the same reaction. His body ached with the need to take her and it was only from his ability to clearly focus on a target that he was able to step away from her. He’d dance for her and then claim her and she would be theirs until they all took their final breath.