Davies, Corinne - Steam-Driven Seduction [Steampunked Lust 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

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  Kassandra felt as though she was on fire. Never had dancing affected her as it had in Miguel’s arms. No man had ever taken such liberties, as if he had every right to touch her. When the music ended and the haze that Miguel had her wrapped in started to lift, she fully expected to hear Julien’s sharp retort in regards to her behavior. What she didn’t expect was to feel his lips against her skin or Miguel’s on her neck. Each pressed openmouthed kisses against her, destroying any rational thought that might have intruded on the moment.

  She gasped in a shaky breath as Miguel dipped his fingers into the neckline of her dress. He lifted her breast from its precarious position under the silk and latched onto one nipple.

  Julien’s cock pressed hot and hard against her bottom. There’d been one time he’d taken her there. A dark, forbidden pleasure that she’d never forgotten and had craved ever since.

  She refused to think about the past or future at this moment. She needed to feel their hands on her, reassuring her that this was where she was meant to be. Even if the illusion disappeared once the passion faded, she wanted this moment to carry with her.

  Another song grew in intensity around them. Julien and Miguel shifted their positions and took her with them. Their bodies swayed to the music and hers between them. Miguel nipped at the skin beneath her breast, making her jump. The nip didn’t hurt. It was more like an awakening of the nerves there. She felt the sensations around her more intensely.

  Julien slid his hand up her neck. Cupping her jaw, he angled her face up toward him. His mouth claimed hers. He tasted like the rich port he’d been sipping and something uniquely him. He overwhelmed her, demanding her complete attention. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair, gripping him and keeping him close to her. The fires the men nurtured inside of her rose up from between her legs. She felt feverish and off center. Miguel slid his hand up under her skirts and stroked the cheek of her bottom as he continued to suckle her breast.

  This was the last thing Kass had imagined happening tonight. She wasn’t entirely certain they would make it through dinner without an argument of some sort. But, dinner had been delicious, and the conversation had not crossed into any volatile topics.

  Kass loved to dance. Julien had started to teach her before she left, and she’d continued her education with anyone who’d been willing to teach her. There was something about moving to the music that made her feel like she was floating on the wind currents. Flying through the air was the only action that came close to giving her the same exalted feeling of pleasure.

  Miguel was a wonderful partner as he led her through the complicated steps. The times she stumbled he simply altered his footwork to cover and lead her through it. The longer they danced the more she felt as though he was seducing her. His dark gaze didn’t waver from hers often. His attention was completely on her and their movements. His strong hand held hers. The other gripped her waist and then slid around to rest on her lower back. She could no more resist him than she could stop breathing. When he tilted his head and claimed her lips, she didn’t resist the natural conclusion to their movement. What she didn’t expect was the overwhelming need that burned inside of her.

  Miguel’s kiss was as dominant as Julien’s, but he nipped at her lower lip, gently biting her and then letting go before kissing away the sting. He used his teeth, and she felt as though every nip sent a jolt straight between her legs. Her pussy was dripping at this point and she was desperate for some relief.

  “Kassandra, I want you to undo Miguel’s pants.” Julien’s voice sounded like a dark, sensual creature, talking her into illicit actions. She reached out and traced Miguel’s thick cock through the fabric of his pants. Sliding her fingers up, she flicked the buttons that held them up. The moment they were undone his pants slipped to his hips.

  “On your knees, Kassandra.”

  She followed Julien’s orders the moment she heard them. Part of her rebelled at her automatic obedience to that tone, but she couldn’t begin to understand herself. Something else to worry about tomorrow. Gripping the sides of Miguel’s pants, she tugged them down. His cock bobbed out, thick and flushed. A silver ring pierced the delicate crown, fascinating her. She’d heard of but never seen such a thing. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and angled his cock to her mouth. Miguel groaned deep, and she felt a shudder run through his body. She glanced up and watched Julien kiss him with a passion that vibrated off the two of them.

  She curled her fingers and dragged her nails along the tight cheek of his bottom and was rewarded with another shuddering groan. Julien lowered one of his hands to the back of her head and gently reminded her what he wanted her to do.

  Tracing the silver jewelry with her tongue was an automatic notion. An iridescent pearl sat at the tip of his cock, and she swiped her tongue over it. The salty tang flowed over her taste buds as she traced the metal ring, flicking it back and forth. Miguel’s hand joined Julien’s at the back of her head. Neither of them tried to control her movements, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. She gripped Miguel’s cock and lightly stroked the inside of Julien’s leg as she slid her other hand under his kilt to where his hard cock bobbed heavy between his legs.

  “Oh, mi corazón, I can’t think.”

  Kassandra allowed his cock to slip from her lips. “Then don’t.”

  Both men shivered and Julien’s grip tightened on her hair. Despite the fact that she was the one on her knees, she knew she had each of these men under her power. It was a heady feeling knowing that such large and powerful men could be toppled by something so simple. What she hadn’t expected was her own arousal. Her pussy throbbed between her legs. She wriggled and clenched her thighs, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

  Miguel reached out and unbuckled Julien’s kilt, throwing it to the side somewhere. “Wrap those talented lips around his cock, Kass. You’ll have me spurting down your throat in a moment if I don’t stop.”

  “And if I want to taste you, Miguel?” She looked up at him. His teeth were clenched together and he looked as though he wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her senseless. Both men groaned at her words as she continued to stroke each of their cocks with her hands.

  “Kassandra.” Julien’s voice sounded like two rocks grinding together.

  She took pity on him and sucked the broad head of his cock between her lips. Miguel made quick work of the buckles that held her corset together, and the leather dropped to the floor. Her silk dress floated to the floor around her knees moments later.

  With her lips wrapped around Julien’s cock she couldn’t see what Miguel was up to. As her clothes dropped away, one by one, she felt his hands on her skin. His hands weren’t as callused as Julien’s, but his fingers were strong as they rolled her nipples, creating a hot pulse in her breasts.

  She relaxed her throat and took Julien to the very back, swirling her tongue as best she could around his length.

  “Oh fuck, yes.” He groaned above her.

  “Good girl.” Miguel cupped her breasts and then slid his hands downward. One hand gripped her waist as the other slid between her legs. He teased the delicate lips and slipped through the copious amounts of wet heat. “You’re dripping, mi corazón.” His fingers swirled and stroked over her clit. Kass shuddered with the intense blast of pleasure that light touch created.

  “I wonder if I can make you orgasm before you make Julien?” Miguel whispered into her ear. “We need to level the playing field though.” There was a shuffling noise behind her, and then she felt her knees being pushed apart as Miguel slipped on his back between them. His hands gripped her hips and anchored her cunt over his mouth.

  “He’ll have you creaming in no time, Kassandra.” Julien ran his fingers through her hair, spilling pins everywhere. “You have met your match.”

  We’ll see about that. Kass sucked Julien to the back of her throat and cupped his balls with her fingers. She lightly scraped the sensitive orbs as she drew him back into the back
of her mouth.

  Miguel’s inquisitive tongue stroked her pussy lips, and Kassandra cried out around Julien’s length. The intensity of this moment almost swept her away. She’d understood the technicalities of why life with two men would be more intense and pleasurable. Yzzi always walked around with a glow and a smile, and at this moment Kass truly understood. It wasn’t simply the physical sensation. It was the sense of intimacy. Each of them was gaining pleasure by this moment.

  Julien panted above her, one hand resting on the back of her head while he caressed her cheek and jaw with the other. “Kassandra, I’ve missed you.”

  She swallowed around the tip of his cock at that moment. She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d missed Julien as well. Every other moment of every day her body ached to feel his touch, and now she knew he was drawing her in again. This time though, Miguel was on his side. She didn’t know what to think of the enigmatic man, but he was intensity personified, and she feared she could as easily fall in love with him as she had with Julien.

  Julien’s cock twitched, and his fingers tightened on her hair. He tried to slow her movements but she refused to let him win. A tremor rippled through her body as Miguel pressed a finger up inside of her. The dual sensations on her pussy were destroying her concentration. Unable to stop herself, she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against Miguel’s mouth. He hummed his approval and she shuddered again as the vibrations tickled her clit.

  “Take her over, Miguel. I want to feel her screaming around my cock.” Julien gasped for air as he tried to talk.

  Miguel slid out from under her at that moment. Kass mourned the loss but knew that she would be able to shatter Julien’s control now. What she didn’t expect was to feel Miguel lifting her to her feet a moment later. She was bent at the waist, sucking on Julien’s length, when she felt Miguel’s cock pressing between her legs.

  “Mi corazón, let me in, please. I need to feel you.”

  She relaxed her stance and angled her pelvis. The broad head of Miguel’s cock pressed against her pussy entrance. He gripped her hips and entered her, a bold, brazen push into her body. She didn’t have time to adjust to his girth. Her muscles stretched almost to the point of pain at his invasion, but it only added to the sensation.

  She gripped the base of Julien’s cock with her hand and gasped around it. “Oh, god. Too much.”

  “You can take him, Kassandra. Let Miguel make you his.”

  Miguel retreated and then pressed forward, igniting a burning inside of her that quickly raged into an inferno. Kass continued to minister to Julien’s cock, but her control had been stripped away. She was a creature of sensation.

  The slap to the side of her ass was a surprise, but the shock jolted her system. The slight sting didn’t hurt but added to the riot of feeling rocketing through her. Miguel smacked her on the other side, and she cried out around Julien’s cock.

  Julien’s trembled beneath her, and his cock spurted a bit with each slap she received. He was so close, but she wasn’t certain how to push him over that final line. Miguel stroked his hand down between her legs. Spearing his fingers between the swollen lips, he opened her, exposing her clit to the cool air. “Her cunt is getting a slap next, Julien. Her pretty little clit is begging for attention, and she’ll feel the sting until she comes all over my cock.”

  What she didn’t know, Miguel did. Julien roared out and she felt a warm splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop that Julien gave her. Her body felt like it wobbled on the verge of an orgasm itself, but she concentrated on sucking every last drop out of him. Elation that she’d lasted longer was tempered by the knowledge that Miguel had only said what he needed to.

  His body covered hers and he lifted her up slightly. Wrapping his arm around hers, he locked her against his body, effectively immobilizing her. “Your turn.” The words vibrated against the back of her neck, and in that split second she knew he planned to follow through. The slap against her pussy came a moment later. The sharp, stinging burst was a shock, but it rippled through her system. She felt herself falling over the edge as Miguel slammed his cock into her again and again. She couldn’t move or do anything but feel what he did to her. Another sharp smack against her incredibly sensitive pussy and she dove into her ecstasy. Miguel rode her hard, plunging his cock in and out of her like a steam engine.

  “That’s right, mi corazón. You’re ours now.”

  Her mind tried to rebel at his overconfident proclamation, but her body responded by shivering as another rush of pleasure enveloped her.

  Kass felt completely boneless as she was swept up into Julien’s arms. She peered up from beneath her lashes to see him and Miguel sharing a passionate kiss. Warning bells went off in the back of her consciousness, but at the moment she didn’t care. Repercussions could wait until tomorrow. For now she would pretend that leaving them might not tear her heart out for good.

  Chapter Six

  While Julien tucked Kass into bed, Miguel lounged back on a chaise and propped his arm on one bent knee. He looked over the missive that had been given to him before embarking on this journey. He’d been ordered by his commander in España to obtain all information regarding the practice of alchemy in the New World. He’d tracked rumors from port to port. The damn mission was what forced him to turn his back on Julien instead of chasing after him. Of course watching a man drink himself into oblivion wasn’t something he was willing to do again.

  His own father had turned into a raging drunk after losing everything their family held dear in order to pay off his gambling debts. Julien wasn’t that weak. While he’d suffered, he eventually pulled himself out of his self-imposed mourning and put his life back in order. Miguel had listened for news regarding Julien. No one knew of his marriage or desertion by Kassandra, and anyone who did kept it quiet. Kassandra had become a legend of her own with her single-minded obsession with destroying the slave dens. She’d partnered with the crew of the Apollo enough times that Miguel had believed she, Liam, and Tristan were bonding into a relationship.

  His own obsession had grown as he followed her. He’d planned on infiltrating one den to rescue two men who he believed knew the secrets of alchemy. If they were to break and tell the New World government, there was no telling what damage that information could have. The New World’s strict aversion to technology didn’t encompass alchemy, as it was considered an ancient art and well within their rights to control.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you brood.” Julien strode into the room and made his way to him. Miguel enjoyed the sight of his lover’s kilt swirling around his legs. He liked that with a simple flick of his wrist Julien’s ass could be bared for pleasure. Despite the sated feeling that infused every cell in his body, Miguel’s cock still twitched in appreciation.

  “Merely wondering what the future will bring.”

  Julien’s eyebrow twitched, and he poured two glasses of brandy and brought one over to him. “I’ve no talent for seeing into the future.” He gripped Miguel by the back of his neck. The light caress of his lips was a surprise as Miguel expected to be plundered. It was one of the things he truly loved about Julien. Rarely could he predict what the man would do.

  “Should I apologize for what happened?” Miguel knew that he took a risk in driving the intensity of their encounter. “I couldn’t resist her.”

  “I’m not about to judge you for something I myself cannot do. If you hadn’t plunged your cock into her, I would’ve told you to.” Julien sipped at his glass. “I owe you a debt again. You took a chance and it paid off.”

  Miguel knew what Julien was referring to was Kass’s fear of the whip. “I could tell by her reaction that something happened in here.” He nodded toward the left wall. “It folds back?”

  Julien nodded and Miguel strode over to indulge his curiosity. It only took a moment to find the depression in the wall. The panel squealed for a moment before sliding out of the way and a cross rolled forward. “So that’s why she refused to look ov
er here.”

  “She didn’t know. How could I ask her to accept a whip when up to the point when I met her, a whip had been used as a symbol of torture? She’s seen men whipped to death.”

  “She carries one.” Miguel remembered seeing the long coil attached to her hip at an auction where she’d been masquerading as a buyer in order to plan an attack.

  Julien gave him an incredulous look. “Pardon me?”

  “I’m not surprised really. To her a whip must be a symbol to be feared. When she acts the part of evil, to her wearing a whip would instill fear.”

  Julien downed the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and then made his way over to a bed of cushions on the floor. “I was instructing a friend on how to bring his partner to pleasure at the end of a tail.”

  “Seeing you wielding a whip destroyed how she’d viewed you up to that point.” Miguel stroked his hand over the wood grain. Despite the length of time that had gone by, Julien kept his belongings in good working order. The wood had been oiled and polished, and the hooks were clean and gleaming.

  “I’m not completely certain what she saw, other than I suspect she saw Shelby peak. Darien was using the whip on him, but I had one in my hand as well, showing him.”

  “It is also possible that she saw her husband pleasuring another man she knew nothing about. How much of her sense of betrayal came from that and not simply the whip?”

  Julien rubbed his forehead. It was obvious the man had never considered that possibility. “Kassandra is an incredibly intelligent woman with an irrational fear.”

  “But she is also a passionate woman who would might have misunderstood what she saw and believed you betrayed her.”