Dark Elves 2: Mastered

by Jet Mykles

  Leaving a suitable guard outside Suzana’s door, Radin emerged into the hallway, took a sharp turn, then climbed. It took precious minutes before he was in range. As soon as he was, he probed mentally in the direction he was going.

  Are you there?

  A sleepy thought met his, not coherent. Smiling, Radin probed a bit harder. Finally, Salin woke.

  Ah! Finally he answers me!

  When did you get back?

  Nearly seven days ago.

  Really? Salin gave a soft laugh. I must have been distracted.

  I noticed. Is she that good?

  Salin didn’t have to answer. Radin could feel the overriding warmth in his brother’s thoughts. Having shared a mind-to-mind contact with Salin his entire life, he knew the difference and was intrigued by its strength. As far as the brothers knew, they were a unique pair among the raedjour. No others shared a mind-bond, at least not to Radin’s knowledge. Selfishly, they’d not told anyone of their secret, not even Radin’s master, Nalfien, enjoying it through their youth and finding the secret useful in adulthood.

  We could never have guessed at this, Salin assured him.

  Mind if I join you?

  Yes. I believe she’s ready. Salin chuckled sleepily. I thought you’d never get back.

  I tried to reach you when I got back. Then I had to take Savous on a caravan hunt. We found a virgin.

  Mild interest. Really?

  Complete with chastity belt. I’ll present her tonight.

  Excellent! Diana is ready to leave our rooms. The feast is a perfect excuse.

  Radin emerged from a stairwell to the floor on which Salin’s suite was located. Is she awake?

  Salin’s mind warmed with another chuckle. Yes. And coveting Jarak’s ass as we speak. I know we promised that the first of us to truemate would include the other in the first threesome, but you’d better hurry.

  Diana’s eyes were riveted to the slight dip in Jarak’s lower back, just above where the waistband of his trousers covered the intriguing gleam of his skin. Young and ripe and firm. She bit her lip hard as she struggled not to think of what else was ripe and hard on Salin’s squire.

  Whore! she called herself, fiercely shutting her eyes. Jarak was unaware she watched him. He knelt before one of Salin’s chests, putting away freshly laundered clothes. She lay on the bed, peeking at him through the furs tucked around her head. Of course, the worst part was that she was also spooned into the naked curve of Salin’s sleeping body.

  For weeks now, she had been with him and only him. After she’d given up and admitted her love for him, they’d been enclosed in this room, fucking almost constantly. When they occasionally came up for air or weren’t sleeping, Salin assured her that this was normal. Even though she was already pregnant, her craving for his body, his seed, his very presence was necessary. She thought it was waning. She was pretty sure she could now think of a few things besides Salin’s cock buried somewhere deep in her body. But now she was looking at Jarak!

  Jarak rose from his crouch, and she shut her eyes, feigning sleep. The squire had been their only contact to the outside world in the past few weeks. He brought their food, fetched water for baths, and replaced any soiled linens or broken furniture. So why did she want him now?

  Scowling to herself, she decided she needed Salin. Determined, she rocked her hips, grinding her butt into the erection that had never quite fully gone away in the last few weeks. A sleepy moan reached her ears.

  “Awake?” she asked innocently.

  He growled. The hand which had been resting on her thigh slid up and forward to glide over her belly and between her legs. “Awake,” he muttered, the sleepy rasp in his already deep voice causing ripples of delight down her spine. Or was it the long finger that probed her drenched folds?

  She sighed. “Good.”

  Squirming, she twisted her body until she lay on her back, the thigh near him draped over his hip. The position opened her further to his exploration while allowing her to reach for a handful of his silver curls and bring his lips to hers.

  She heard the door opening. She assumed Jarak had forgotten something. She certainly didn’t stop. The squire had witnessed far more lately than Salin fingering her pussy.

  Salin’s kiss was not near deep enough. He held back. Growling, she moved to force the issue, but he pulled back completely.

  “What are you ...?” Then she saw him. A tattooed raedjour stood at the foot of the bed platform. Glowing red eyes marked him a sorcerer, and she was pretty sure the designs on his chest and face similarly marked him. She was immediately intrigued by the belly tattoo that spilled over a perfectly shaped abdomen and pointed toward the promising bulge at his crotch.

  “Who are you?” she demanded. There was something familiar about that face.

  “Diana,” Salin began, voice laced with amusement. “Meet my brother, Radin.”

  So this was the famous Radin! Salin, she knew, was quite close with his brother. Radin the brilliant. Radin the rogue. Radin the wanderer. Radin the powerful.

  Radin the fucking beautiful!

  He tilted his head in greeting, his gaze freely roaming her naked body. Diana realized that she probably should close her legs, but she was amazingly turned on by allowing him to see. Besides, she didn’t really want to stop Salin’s marvelous fingers from their task.

  “You’re a lucky man, Salin.” His voice was every bit as beautiful as Salin’s, deep and rich as honey. Perhaps a touch more ... refined?

  “I am, aren’t I?” Salin mused, nuzzling Diana’s ear.

  Diana made note that he didn’t seem at all bothered either by his brother’s presence or by his brother’s perusal of her wet and welcoming body. Interesting.

  “Nice jewelry.”

  Salin raised his head to frown at Radin. Diana smirked. On each wrist, her truemate wore leather restraints. They matched the ones on her wrists, except that hers were black and his were white. “My truemate’s idea,” Salin explained. “To show I’m as much hers as she is mine.”

  “Your men will love it.”

  “I couldn’t care less.”

  Radin nodded. Smiling, he cocked his head to the side. Sleek white hair fell in waves to his shoulder. She was beginning to wonder anew why he was there, when he said, “Mind if I join you?”

  Her interest perked. Radin’s eyes were on her face now. She quirked a brow, then turned to Salin. Her bastard truemate was smirking at her. “I take it you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Why do I think that even if I said ‘no,’ you’d try to persuade me?”

  He pursed his lips, unsuccessfully hiding a smile. “Are you saying ‘no’?”

  She returned her gaze to Radin, who waited patiently. The smirk matched Salin’s. Obviously, the family resemblance was not just in appearance.

  She sat up, her thigh still draped over Salin’s. Casually, she wrapped her arms around the upraised knee and raked a gaze up and down Radin’s body. “Can I at least see what’s being offered?”

  They knew, of course, that they had her. They could smell her arousal, and Salin, no doubt, could feel it. She failed to care. Salin had thoroughly altered her way of thinking, at least sexually. If he was game, she was game.

  “I believe I can oblige.” Radin stepped back.

  He bent and showed wonderful balance as he removed his violet boots without having to sit. Diana couldn’t remember ever having seen a man in leather of that particular shade.

  “Nice boots.”

  Salin laughed. “Radin is, shall we say, fond of color.”

  “I am.” Boots dropped to the floor.

  The gold trousers came next. She had yet to encounter a raedjour who wore undergarments, and Radin was no exception. Oh, my! Unless she missed her guess, he was actually longer than Salin, who was quite enough, thank you very much!

  He stood back, arms spread. “Do I meet with your approval?”

  Oh, quite! But she didn’t want to give
in too easily.

  “Hmm.” She heard Salin’s chuckle as she pulled away, but he seemed content to let her pretend to consider the situation.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Radin to move closer. He did, and his erection bobbed a little fuller. Just a tad lower than her mouth. Perfect. But she ignored it for the moment, instead sliding her hands up the hot skin of his thighs, over the sharp bones of his hips. She considered the tattoo. “Someday, I want to know where these come from,” she announced to the room, delicately tracing the patterns. His skin twitched beneath her touch.

  Finally, her fingers found his erection. She teased him, using only her fingertips to smooth over the tracery of veins. She tilted his length up and gently pulled the loose skin of the shaft back so she could rub one thumb along that sensitive spot just under and below the head.

  His entire body shuddered. “Ah, Salin, you’ve shown her a trick or two.”

  Salin snorted. “I showed her a few tricks, but she comes up with quite a bit on her own.”

  “Mmm, you sweet talker, you,” she murmured, leaning forward to flick her tongue out and catch the drop of moisture that seeped from the head of Radin’s cock.

  A soft moan escaped him. “I take it I meet with your approval?”

  “Not so fast,” she said, making sure her breath caressed him. “I’m still judging.”

  She pursed her lips and leaned forward to slide the head and much of the shaft into her mouth.

  Goddess! Radin cursed.

  Feel good? Salin asked lightly, clearly amused.

  Radin shut his eyes, the better to enjoy the slow, gentle raking of Diana’s teeth as she pulled away from him. She kept the tip trapped by her lips and used a wicked tongue to lash over what remained in her mouth.

  “Hmm.” He shook again as her hum vibrated his cock. Opening his eyes, he watched her moist lips swallow him whole, her hazel eyes half shut.

  I’m so glad we made our pact, Radin decided.

  Yes. I’d imagine you would be. At least she seems to be enjoying you.

  A corner of Radin’s mind wondered what it was like for Salin to be truemated. Radin could feel the echo of her pleasure, as could any raedjour, but he knew Salin’s enjoyment of Diana’s pleasure would be magnified. Not only was he her truemate, but they were also still in the throes of the initial heat. It was the first heat, the first furious melding, that cemented the truebond for the rest of their lives.

  Salin shifted, moving up behind Diana. Radin kept his eyes open to watch his brother’s long black tongue drag up Diana’s spine. It was her turn to shiver, and she again moaned around Radin’s cock.

  “Ah, Salin! Do that again,” he moaned.

  “Wait,” Salin muttered. “This is better.”

  Radin watched as his brother’s mouth hovered over Diana’s right shoulder, a hand fisting in her hair to move it aside. She tilted her head to expose more of her neck, clearly anticipating even as she continued to lave Radin with her tongue. At first, Salin only breathed on her skin, his lips almost but not quite touching. She moaned. Then he reached the bend of her neck, just at the apex of her shoulder. His tongue darted out, and her body jerked, surprising Radin. Salin laughed, and her ripple of arousal grew. Lovingly, he lapped at her nape. Salin’s head blocked Radin’s view of his exact movements, but he soon didn’t care. Diana’s reaction to Salin’s attentions was to clamp her fingers and mouth around Radin’s cock and pump it.

  I’m going to come, Radin informed Salin.

  Do it. Take the edge off. You’ll need it.

  But still. “Diana,” Radin warned, placing his hands gently on her head.

  She growled. Pulled back enough to pop him out of her mouth and glare up at him. “Come, or I don’t do this,” she threatened.

  Pleasantly surprised, he gave in as she swallowed him whole. Salin shook with laughter as he continued his assault on Diana’s neck. His hands reached around to pluck at her breasts. She moaned. Radin let the urgency burn, released his control, and came. The lovely woman swallowed most of it.

  He leaned back from her, still half hard. Salin sat back, pulling Diana with him. Radin enjoyed the sight of Diana sprawled and open, back against his brother, one of Salin’s hands plucking at an engorged nipple, the other sunk deeply into her plump, wet sex. Her eyes were shut tight, her fingers digging into Salin’s thighs. It didn’t take long. She was already primed. Suddenly she arched, nearly pulling free from Salin. He had to clutch her to keep her. It looked painful. Perhaps it was. She didn’t seem to mind.

  He held her as she subsided, muttering nonsensical words up her neck to the curve of her ear. Her skin was beautifully flushed.

  Finally, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look at her truemate. A sudden worry crossed her lovely features. “Salin?”

  “Sweet?”

  “Are you sure?”

  Radin recognized the fear, but he let Salin explain.

  “Yes, sweet, I’m sure. Radin is the closest person to me other than you. I’m delighted to share you with him. If it would please you.”

  She smiled. Some private lover’s joke? “But ...”

  “No, Diana. Don’t worry that I’ll be jealous. Raedjour are lucky in that we don’t have a human’s need to make sure his mate is his by keeping her from all others. We know.”

  Without looking, Salin reached out a hand to Radin. Seeing his cue, Radin placed his hand in his brother’s. Salin tugged him forward and down until he was kneeling on the floor, draped over the side of the bed.

  “Let Radin taste you, sweet.”

  Her sharp eyes were on Radin, hazed by lust. Salin released Radin and used the same hand to part her sex for him.

  Not one to pass up such an offer, Radin leaned in.

  The fierce echo of Diana’s desire punched through Salin when Radin’s tongue touched her folds. Another benefit of sharing his woman was that, as her truemate, he could enjoy her desire and feed off it without the necessary distraction of performing.

  Carefully, he slid out from underneath Diana’s twisting body and moved to stretch out beside her. He plumped one firm breast as she arched under a particularly pleasant assault from Radin. She subsided, and her head fell to the side, those beautiful hazel eyes opening to capture his gaze. She stared a moment, then reached out to grasp a handful of Salin’s hair and haul his face to hers.

  “Mine,” she muttered before sealing their lips.

  Who’s tamed whom? Radin asked wryly, sensing the surge of fierce pleasure that heated Salin’s blood at Diana’s declaration.

  Jealous?

  Both brothers subsided as Diana’s body tensed then exploded, her hands pulling painfully at Salin’s hair while her thighs clutched Radin’s head.

  She let her thighs flop open, wonderfully spent. For the moment. Radin laid a fond kiss to her nether lips and stood. She released Salin to watch as Radin fondled his cock, pumping it slowly to draw her attention to it. She blessed Rhae for giving her consorts such wonderful recuperative abilities!

  Granted, it was a pretty sight, but she wanted it in her! She looked up and realized he was waiting. She glared. “Fuck me already.”

  “As the lady commands.”

  Oh, didn’t he just drip sexy? He knelt between her thighs, bending forward to brace himself above her. He hovered, lips a breath away from hers. The heavy weight of his cock rested on her belly. Not where she wanted it. He bent his head to take her lips, plunging into the inviting cavern of her mouth with his tongue. She sank one hand into the thick, silky hair at the nape of his neck and wrapped the other around his cock. His moan matched hers, his hips pushing his cock through her fingers.

  She cried out, her pussy bereft. “This is not fucking.”

  He laughed, letting her guide his cock lower, waiting for her to aim, then pushing home with one slow thrust. Her back bowed.

  “Feel good, sweet?” Salin murmured. His lips caressed the side of her jaw as Radin dipped his head to nuzzle her neck on the other
side.

  “Gods!” Intense! She groped and found Salin’s cock, taking possession of it as Radin began his exit slide.

  “I can feel it, sweet,” Salin rasped as he traced her ear with his tongue. “You’re loving this.”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. Then screamed when Radin abruptly slammed forward.

  Salin’s head fell forward to press against Diana’s shoulder. Rhae’s tits, that feels good!

  Radin didn’t reply, busily working his cock into and out of Diana’s tight passage. Salin trembled with her, almost feeling the friction of Radin’s cock inside her. If this was what it was like to share a truemate, Salin was all in favor! He forgot himself, forgot his own bodily pleasures as waves of Diana’s crashed over him. She pumped back into Radin, wantonly sucking him deeper into her body.

  It took Salin a moment to realize she was tugging at him, trying to get his attention. He raised his head to meet her gaze, struck by the blazing heat within. “I want to suck your cock,” she told him. “Now.”

  Not one to disobey that particular command, Salin dragged himself to his knees. He laughed at himself, at his seeming weakness. But it wasn’t weakness, exactly. He was not at all used to the bombardment of sensation from not only his body but hers.

  Radin readjusted, sitting back on his heels. He pulled Diana’s hips up until her buttocks rested on his thighs, her legs spread to either side. Salin crawled up to kneel beside her, but she slapped his thighs to maneuver him until he was above her head, nearly straddling her face. Satisfied that he was where she wanted him, she grasped his cock and gulped him halfway down her throat. He cried out, shocked by both the move and the sensation. She moaned, adding a vibration that was nearly his undoing. He fell forward, trying to brace himself, trying to hold back.

  Too much? asked Radin’s amused voice.

  I ... ah! He cried out as Radin pumped his hips forcefully, causing Diana to clamp about his cock in her pleasure and to pass that pleasure along in a chain reaction to Salin.

  He ignored Radin’s mental chuckle, too unnerved for a quick rejoinder. Finding his brother’s shoulder near enough, he used it to brace his head. His hands found Radin’s thighs, doubled up under Diana’s splayed legs, and clutched them for support.