“You and Yzabeau have a talent for making me feel like a bumbling moron. She was the one who pointed out some rather obvious flaws in my decisions with Kassandra.”
“Yzabeau?” Miguel was curious about a woman who’d managed to get Julien to swallow his pride and go after Kass.
“She’s gathered information for me in the past and recently has been claimed by Liam and Tristan of the Apollo.”
Miguel nodded. He’d watched the three of them not long ago while he was looking for Kassandra but at the time hadn’t known their names. He’d known there’d been a possibility she’d passed the information he wanted to her friends, but after close observation he doubted it. Kassandra had disappeared for a few weeks, and he suspected that she collected the information for Gilbert and Devon Horton. Both men had gone into hiding or, more likely, collected additional information from a separate place.
“I didn’t only come here to see you.” Miguel had weighed the situation and decided that he didn’t want any misconceptions complicating the fragile bond the three of them had created tonight.
“I thought you came here to kill me?” Julien strode over, capturing one of Miguel’s hands. He lifted it to the binder high on the cross. Miguel flexed his arm and prevented him from raising it any further. They stared at each other for a moment. Julien’s gaze was level but not void of emotions. In a way, Julien showed almost as much emotion in his eyes as Kass did, but he was more subtle.
“That’s what they think.” He relaxed his arm and let Julien lift it up, but instead of locking his wrist in the binder, Julien let him grip it with his fingers. Miguel quietly watched as Julien lifted his other arm and gripped the second binder on the other side.
“And what will they do when they discover that you have double-crossed them?” Julien stroked his hand down Miguel’s cheek and then neck. He traced along his collarbone and ran his finger down the neckline, pulling at the laces that held his shirt together.
“No doubt try to kill me in some overly dramatic and shabbily organized attempt to save face.” Miguel attempted a dramatic sigh, but it was much more heartfelt when it escaped his lips. He loved feeling Julien’s hands on his skin.
“Why else did you come here, Miguel de la Vega?” Julien opened Miguel’s shirt and ran his hands over his chest. His fingers twirled around one nipple and Miguel felt his cock twitch and lengthen.
“I was following Kassandra. I believe that she has information that España’s government wants.”
“How close did you get to her?” Julien whispered the words in his ear. He understood what he wanted to know.
“I’ve stood over her as she slept.” Miguel confessed exactly how much danger Kass had allowed herself to be in. “She is very careful,” he added.
“But, not careful enough if someone had decided she needed to die.”
“She lives her life with certain arrogance, as if she never truly understands how much danger she is in.” Miguel turned his face and tried to capture Julien’s lips, but the man moved far enough away to stop him. “Or she doesn’t truly understand how much pain those who love her would feel if she died.”
Julien slid his hands along either side of Miguel’s jaw. “What’s she carrying?”
“There’s a rumor of men who practice alchemy. Two men who were rescued from a slave den by Kass.”
Julien rocked his hip against Miguel’s groin. He could feel the length of Julien’s cock behind the layers of material and craved the sensation of their bare rods sliding together.
“And what do you think she has?”
“I know she obtained some information for them. I don’t know the specifics but I also know that Dubrova had men following her.”
Miguel felt his pants slip to the floor, and he kicked them off. Standing there bared for Julien’s pleasure while Julien remained dressed was a dark, seductive force. Miguel didn’t bend for many, but he and Julien had created something special in the short time they’d been together. Miguel never stopped wanting him, and it broke his heart to walk away from him.
Julien wrapped his hand around Miguel’s cock, stroking his fingers down the length and then swiping his thumb over the tip, flicking the silver ring with his thumb. The extra sensation from the ring made Miguel jerk his hips, pressing his cock harder against Julien’s hand. He desperately wanted to feel more friction. He wanted to feel Julien’s cock spearing deep into his ass.
Julien gripped the cheeks of his bottom and pulled them apart, enough that he could tease the puckered entrance to his ass. A shiver darted through him, raising the hair on his arms and up the back of his neck. Julien kissed him while rubbing the covered length of his cock against Miguel’s bare one. His finger gently pressed against the entrance of his ass in the same rhythm. “Where are your loyalties, Miguel?” Julien bit him on the chin and then licked away the sting. “Who do you stand behind?”
“I’ll stand in front of you and Kass,” Miguel answered from his heart. He would show his support by standing in front of those he knew he cared about. He’d been in love with Julien since the day they met. Watching Kass and then interacting with her tonight sealed his heart with her, too. He couldn’t betray them any more than he could offer their heads up to Dubrova.
“I suspect that Dubrova’s been selling information to anyone willing to pay his price.”
“Let me worry about that. Turn around.”
Miguel did as Julien asked. Facing the cross, he lifted his hands and gripped the binders there. For the first time in his entire life he wondered what they would feel like. Could he enjoy himself knowing that he couldn’t escape?
“I’m not locking you in tonight, Miguel.”
Miguel could hear the soft sounds of clothes dropping to the floor behind him and then felt Julien’s hands on him again. The binders became loose in his hand and he pulled them down a few inches.
“Bend over for me, Miguel. But don’t let go of the binders. You let go and I’ll stop.”
Now he understood why Julien lengthened the chain. He bent over. The fact that he had Kass do the exact same thing earlier wasn’t lost on him. Anticipation clawed at his throat and made his heart beat faster.
A moment later he felt Julien’s breath at his hole, then a damp swipe that had his cock throbbing. Julien swirled his tongue around Miguel’s back entrance. Light little flicks and then long swipes from his balls to his tailbone. Never had anyone done this for him. It was a level of intimacy and trust that Miguel didn’t know he had in him until now.
“Oh, blessed virgin.” Miguel pressed back as Julien flicked his tongue over his puckered skin. He poked his entrance for a moment and then retreated. A second later Miguel felt him press a slick finger into his hole.
“A little something to make this easier.” The finger retreated then returned with more slick, slipping in and out with ease. Julien pressed a second finger in and Miguel panted. “I’m not stretching you too much, Miguel. I remember you like a bit of bite when you’re being fucked.”
Oh god, I do. Miguel felt his cock lurch and for a second feared he wouldn’t last. He looked down and saw a pearl rise up from the tip. Julien’s hand reached around and he swiped it off with his thumb.
“Mmm, one day I’ll fuck you like this and we’ll have Kass suck your cock at the same time.” Julien licked his thumb off as he pumped the fingers from his other hand into Miguel’s ass.
“Yes, please, Señor.” Miguel groaned when Julien removed his fingers. He felt the loss immediately and leaned back against him, looking for his touch. A thick, blunt object pressed against his opening, and Miguel gasped. He didn’t remember Julien being this big, and his cock throbbed in anticipation
Julien was right. Miguel loved the bite that came with being stretched out by a thick cock and then fucked properly. His ass felt like it was on fire, being relentlessly stretched by Julien’s invasion.
“Relax, Miguelito, I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed another inch into him. “Or clench if you want to make
it more difficult. You’re here and you’re mine and I’m not waiting any longer to fuck you.”
Every word inflamed Miguel. He clenched the muscles in his ass a bit, enhancing the sensation of invasion. Julien chuckled against the back of his neck. “What am I going to do with you?” He retreated and then jerked his hips forward, driving into him.
Miguel gripped the binders like a lifeline. If only he’d let Julien do them up, he wouldn’t have to worry about holding on. Julien rocked against him, pressing inch by inch until he was completely seated.
“There we go,” Julien crooned as he stroked his fingers along the sides of Miguel’s hips and waist. Miguel could feel the tremor of anticipation and tried to pull forward and force Julien to move.
A sharp slap against his hip made him gasp. “I’ll move when I’m ready to, Miguelito.” Julien grasped his hips in a tight grip. “Next time, I’m binding your hands above your head. I’ll take the whip to your ass and leave marks for us to enjoy for days.”
Miguel shuddered at the prospect of feeling the hot sting of a tail again. “I want Kass to watch.”
Julien stilled behind him. “Why?”
“I want her to see.” Miguel had a hard time trying to think of the words in English. He wanted to babble on in Spanish and make them understand. “If she saw the truth of it, she wouldn’t be afraid.”
Julien pulled back, and for a moment Miguel though he was leaving. Then he slammed his entire length back in. “Yes!” White-hot flames licked down the backs of his thighs and up his spine at the intensity. “Again, please again.”
Julien retreated his length and then stabbed him again, driving him up onto his toes. “You’re mine, Miguel. You and Kassandra belong beside me and under me, and I swear I’ll stop at nothing to obtain that.”
That simple declaration was what Miguel had waited years to hear. He’d carried a torch for Julien big enough that he’d watched the woman he loved in order to keep her safe. Julien rocked against him, and Miguel met his thrusts.
They set up a violent rhythm that made the cross creak on its foundations. Miguel imagined fucking Kass as Julien took his ass, and the mental image was so vibrant that he could almost hear her cries of ecstasy. His own cries grew with the inferno burning inside of him.
“That’s right, Miguelito.” Julien smacked his ass, one side then the other. “Grab your cock and stroke it. I want you to come on yourself as I fuck you.”
Miguel grasped his cock and roughly stroked it, angling it up toward his chest. It only took a matter of seconds before he felt his body respond in a burning rush. Julien bit down on the muscle that attached his neck to his shoulder. The extra sting was all he needed, and he felt the warm droplets splatter against his chest and shoulder. Julien slammed into him once, twice, and then growled. Miguel felt a liquid heat burst inside of his ass before Julien wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close.
“Don’t move, I’m not certain my legs won’t give out if I try to step away.” The words were spoken against his skin as Julien pressed kisses along his shoulder.
Miguel wrapped his hands behind him, encircling Julien’s waist. “We’ll hold each other up.”
They embraced as their heartbeats slowed to something resembling normal. “Let’s go crawl in with our woman.” Miguel whispered his request. He still wasn’t entirely certain that Julien wanted to share her with him like that.
“She might try to kill us when she wakes up.”
A rush of emotion pounded against Miguel’s chest. Had he finally found a home? A family? “We’ll distract her.”
“Stay here for a moment.” Julien opened a small door that revealed a wash basin and cloths. He wet a cloth and then wiped Miguel’s sweaty, cum-spotted skin, in between pressing hungry kisses to his lips.
“I can clean myself.” Miguel tried to grab the cloth, but Julien held it away. “I want to.”
Knowing that look, Miguel leaned back against the wood structure and let Julien clean him up and help locate his clothes. As Miguel dressed, Julien cleaned himself up and pulled his pants on but didn’t bother with a shirt. He showed Miguel where a laundry chute was located next to the sink and threw the cloth.
Then he took his hand and pulled him down the hall to his room. The door slid open with a soft whoosh and then closed after they entered. Julien engaged the locking device as Miguel quietly removed his clothes. He’d expected the room to be dark, but a small, luminescent orb sat in the corner, giving a hint of illumination to the room.
“She doesn’t like the dark,” Julien whispered beside his ear. Not that Miguel thought it mattered. Kass was so sound asleep that he doubted a bomb would wake her up. Julien stripped completely, so Miguel followed suit. Normally, he slept in his clothes because one never knew when one had to get up and run. The idea of being completely safe and secure was foreign to him. But, he couldn’t deny the allure of the idea.
Julien grabbed him and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “Good night, Miguelito.”
“Good night, Señor.” He didn’t mind bowing to Julien tonight because their relationship was unique. He bent to Julien tonight but Julien would bend to him next time. They crawled in on either side of Kass, each of them wrapping an arm over the other on her stomach. Her sweet scent calmed him. This was what life could be for him. Once that alchemy package was found and delivered, Miguel looked forward to many nights sleeping like this.
Chapter Seven
Kass knew Julien would keep a close eye on her, but this was more than she bargained for. Both Miguel and Julien were curled around her, their legs tangled with hers. Her back rested against Julien’s chest while Miguel’s face was unsurprisingly at her breast. A light sheet lay over the three of them, not that she needed any more warmth. Sleeping between the two of them made her feel like she stood on a tropical beach.
She remembered waking up to the sound of Julien’s soft snoring at her back years ago. It gave her a sense of security she hadn’t, until now, realized how much she missed. Miguel smacked his lips together and then rubbed his face against her breast and smiled in his sleep. She almost laughed at the sight. This is a dream. It had to be. Last night in the observation room, and now…She didn’t remember crawling into bed afterward, but she must’ve.
As far as dreams went, this was certainly an improvement over what usually greeted her when she closed her eyes. A soft golden light illuminated the room, highlighting the men’s features, but didn’t make it overly bright. She shifted her weight and moved her arm up to Miguel’s shoulder. Both men huffed and shifted with her, settling back down a moment later.
Her fingers lightly stroked Miguel’s silky hair. She could get used to this, sleeping safely ensconced between the two of them or trapping one of them between her and the other one. She looked over at the desk and thought about the package she’d hidden in there. She needed to get that to Dev and Gil as soon as possible, which meant she needed to get back to her ship. She’d stashed a carrier device in there. It would be tricky launching it from Atlantis but not impossible. She could launch it from her ship easily enough.
But if I’m on my ship, then I should leave. It surprised her that escape wasn’t her first thought. Lying here in the dim light, warm and safe, she wished it could all be real. If she thought that Julien wouldn’t come at her with his whip and Miguel didn’t have a dozen ulterior motives, she would stay. But eventually they would wake up, the distrust would start, then the fights, and then…She needed to be out there, fighting against the slavers, destroying the pits and dens where they horded the people they sold.
A soft caress along the side of her breast drew her attention downward. Miguel looked up at her. His dark-brown eyes looked black in the dim light. “Bad dream?” he whispered so quietly she almost missed it.
She shook her head. Even she had to accept that she was awake now and everything that had happened was not a dream. Looking down into Miguel’s gaze made it all real, and she wasn’t quite sure how to cope with the truth of it a
ll. She’d allowed this man liberties with her body that she’d refused any other man and all within hours of meeting him. There was something that felt familiar about him. She knew she should be wary, but instinctively she felt safe with him.
“It’s easier to accept than obsess over the past.”
“It defines us.” Kass still felt like the street urchin who’d been abducted by slavers. Even if she hadn’t been through that, she probably would’ve ended up in a brothel to earn money.
Wrinkles appeared in Miguel’s brow. In the dim light she wasn’t certain if he was frowning or confused. “Your actions define you, Kassandra. The past is a teacher.” His voice was quieter than a whisper, but his words hit her as if he’d shouted them.
He pressed a kiss between her breasts and then rested his cheek against them. “Go back to sleep. It’s too early to worry about such things.” He patted her hip and then stretched his arm out so it lay across her, and he rested his hand against Julien’s body.
Kass continued to lightly stroke Miguel’s hair and listened as he drifted off to sleep. His breathing evened out, and his arm felt heavier on her body. While they slept she thought about what he’d said. If she defined herself by her actions now, then what did that make her?
She’d left Julien, not because she didn’t love him but because she needed to prove to him that she could survive on her own. A stronger woman would’ve forced him to acknowledge that he belonged to her. But even though he’d pledged himself to her, she felt like that dirty street urchin, useless to do anything but be taken care of. What if she claimed them now? She’d make them both see her as a strong woman, able to take care of herself, able to save those that weren’t as strong as her. Yet.
Sleep crept up on her as she thought about what she wanted in life. When she drifted off and the dreams came as they often did, this time she fought back and won.
* * * *
Walter Miller squatted in his perch and watched as the crew scurried around beneath him like little mice. They had no idea of the predator in their midst. Despite being caught by the big oaf yesterday, Walter wasn’t dissuaded. He had a job to do and would be paid handsomely for it. No great reward came without risks, but he wasn’t daunted.
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