Triquetra

by Marguerite Labbe

  My lover shifted his weight, his expression smoothing as he took another sip of his tea. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Liar,” I grinned. “And for that, I think your pretty ass deserves a few extra whacks.”

  To my utter delight, his cheeks colored again. Not much, just a faint flush to his olive-golden skin, but oh, it set me on fire, and I knew my instincts were right. “Last night fucking sucked. This night might not be much better. In fact, it’s probably going to be wretched until this whole mess is solved. We need to take time for ourselves whenever we can get it.”

  “And you think making me go through the indignity of being spanked will somehow fortify us against the bad things to come.” Kristair shook his head. “That is a ludicrous bit of logic there.”

  “Ha, you can’t fool me, Kristair. Even if I couldn’t feel what was in your mind, I can see that your cock is hard from over here.” This time the flush was more pronounced, and the tips of Kristair’s ears turned red.

  “Impudent brat.” The thought rolled across his mind, but he kept his mouth shut.

  “I don’t think you’ve ever really indulged yourself, Kristair. See, I know you take comfort in giving me control. Even when it makes you squirm inside. Just like when you changed shape for me in the hotel room in Pittsburgh. It feeds something in you that you’ve never really explored. And for me, I love having that control over you. It’s fucking sexy, fires me up inside. It doesn’t make you look weak in my eyes. I know just how strong you are and that fact combined with your surrender….” I paused, letting him feel just how much it got to me. “I crave it.”

  Kristair set down his mug, studying my face. “It really does fulfill something inside you, doesn’t it?”

  “Not just me, Kristair. It’s nothing I really wanted before, not until I met you. But then, there were quite a few things I hadn’t wanted before you. Like marriage and all the stuff that comes after it.” I smiled as Kristair’s heart gave a little lurch of want. It seemed the idea of having a family had grown on him.

  “I think I can understand that. You make me feel things that I’ve never felt before.” He was nervous; he betrayed it with every shift of his feet, every time he toyed with his mug. “I’m not really all that good at letting go though, even if maybe I do want it.”

  “I’m very good at getting you to let go.” I smiled, sensing his skittishness in my mind, but oh, he wanted this too. He might not say it out loud, he might not even admit it to himself, but he couldn’t hide it from me. “Undress for me, Kristair.”

  He glanced toward our bedroom and back at me. “Right here?” I nodded. “What if they come back?”

  “We’ll hear their car pulling in and can make a dash for the bedroom.” Kristair eyed the windows, where the curtains were only partially drawn. “We’re a good mile from the nearest neighbor; anyone who wants to peek through the window into the living room can easily do the same thing in our bedroom.”

  Kristair bit back any more arguments and straightened, coming toward me as he shook his head slightly. I could sense how hard his heart was beating. “The things I do to indulge you.”

  “Believe me, I know.” I winked at him and brushed a mental kiss over his lips. “But you’re indulging yourself, too, you know. Be bad with me, Kristair. I promise, I only bite a little.”

  Kristair shook his head again and unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it off his shoulders. It was amazing how different he could look from one moment to the next. He had such a proper air about him at times, every inch the studious librarian. But he was my feral warrior, too, and now, with his tattoos revealed over his long, lean muscles, that was what I saw.

  “Why do I let you talk me into the craziest escapades?” Kristair said, draping his shirt neatly over the arm of the loveseat.

  “Because you love me and you trust me.” I couldn’t even pretend to feel guilty over it, not when I sensed the heated desire whipping through Kristair. “You don’t really give yourself permission to do what comes naturally. I guess it’s been too many centuries of trying to survive and you’ve buried all your inclinations deep inside. But you can let them out with me.”

  Kristair kicked out of his shoes and cast me a quick, unreadable glance. “I know I can.”

  I watched avidly as he finished undressing. There was something almost shy about Kristair as he did so. But as much as he kept his expression smooth, his eyes shuttered, he didn’t try to hide one bit of the emotion swirling inside his thoughts, uncertainty and craving, love and anticipation.

  Kristair came to stand before me utterly naked, his cock fully erect, and my breath quickened. Goddamn, he was gorgeous. My lover wasn’t pretty; there were scars on his body, the tips of his ears were crooked, his eyes a little too deep-set, but to me, every one of those little flaws added up to fucking perfection.

  I slid my fingertips down his lean side, sensed the whiplash reaction in him. Oh, how I’d missed that, the way we could sense each other’s desire, our reactions to every touch. It just ramped up the intensity. I slid my hand around to his lower back and drew him closer to me. I wanted to take my time and devour him slowly, and heaven help me, there were so many places I wanted to touch at once.

  Kristair plucked the front of my T-shirt. “How is it you’re still dressed?”

  “’Cause right now, I’m busy ogling you.” I palmed his ass, smiling because I knew just how much jiggle I was going to get when I smacked it good.

  “Jacob, you’re not seriously thinking of spanking me, are you?” Kristair’s voice was so grave I had to smile.

  “We’d both be disappointed if I didn’t.” I circled my fingers around his wrists and straightened, drawing him around the couch.

  Kristair followed, his expression troubled, his emotions swirling even faster. Anticipation warred with reluctance, but he wouldn’t resist, at least not much more than a token. “You threatened me with a spanking if I did something stupid like sacrifice myself. I did nothing of the sort. I’m a grown man and a little old for punishments, don’t you think?”

  I sat down on the couch, looking up at my lover as he shifted from foot to foot. I would have bet he didn’t even realize he was doing in. “I’m not spanking you to punish you, Kristair. I’m spanking you because it gets you all worked up inside. Remember the last time I did? You were fired up. I’m spanking you because I love the way your ass jiggles when I do and how it gets all red and hot to the touch. ”

  I flashed him a wicked smile and patted my thigh. “Come, lay across my lap, love. Let me do all those dirty things you want me to do.”

  I could almost taste the conflict within Kristair, it was so sharp. As much as he longed for it, he would have preferred I grab him and hold him down like last time instead of making him come to me, but I wasn’t about to make it easier on him. It would lessen the experience for him in the end.

  After another long hesitation, Kristair joined me on the couch and stretched out across my lap, his body tense. He trembled as I slid my hand soothingly down his back, his hard cock pressing into my thigh. Kristair had denied himself for so long that it was so difficult for him to just let go, even though I sensed he longed to do just that.

  “Spread your legs a little wider,” I ordered, rubbing my hand over his ass.

  Kristair made an exasperated sound and did so, quivering again as I traced my finger along the shadowed cleft. “Are you going to get on with it, or just leave me like this until my daughter returns?”

  I pressed my lips together hard to keep from snickering. “You know what your problem is, Kristair?”

  “What?”

  “You think too damn much.”

  Before he could come back with a retort for that, I brought my hand down on his upturned ass. Kristair jolted, his cock rocking against my thigh as he gasped. I soothed the sting with my palm, admiring the flush of pink against his skin. “Mo chroí, you are wicked.”

  I chuckled and spanked him again, letting instinct take over so he co
uldn’t anticipate which cheek was going to get it next. He trembled, gasping with each smack, a little more of his reserve being knocked off of him with each one.

  “Who’s the more wicked, Kristair? Me for doing this and ogling your ass as I do, or you for enjoying it so damn much?” I teased.

  He didn’t answer me, but then he didn’t have to, not when his hips were already lifting in anticipation of the next volley. Fuck, Kristair got me so worked up. And he knew it, too, which got him worked up in return, going around in such a heated loop I was surprised we didn’t spontaneously combust.

  The slap of palm against flesh seemed unduly loud, making my heart pound, and soon Kristair was circling his hips against my thigh, low, breathy moans escaping him. Excitement raced through me with every sweet jiggle of his ass as it flushed even redder.

  My own cock throbbed uncomfortably in my jeans, and I longed to bury myself inside of him and feel the heat of his ass against my hips. But I didn’t give in yet—it was too damned exciting to watch Kristair lose all sense of restraint.

  “Jacob,” he panted when I paused, uttering a little mewling sound as I slid my finger between his cheeks again. He shifted, trying to spread his legs a little wider without falling off the couch in the process.

  “You want more, don’t you?” I teased my finger over his perineum. “All ya have to do is ask. I’d give you more gladly.”

  Kristair groaned, wiggling his hips against me, hands clenching and unclenching. A hot wash of emotion flooded through him, and I almost came upon sensing it. He glanced back at me, a smile tugging on his lips as realization broke through his sensibilities. “You really are enjoying this.” His dark eyes flashed wicked hot, and his smile turned sensuous. My heart stuttered from the force of it.

  “Spank me, Jacob.” His hips rocked against my thigh, and he didn’t try to muffle or stop the moan that came from him. “Please, I want to feel your hand on me, making me burn hotter.”

  I groaned, bringing my hand down again, lust making me lightheaded. “And you say I’m wicked. You know what you do to me?”

  “I think I have a fair idea.” Kristair gasped, rocking his hips harder. “Fuck, Jacob.”

  My lover almost never cursed, only in extreme circumstances. I was the one with the potty mouth. But Kristair was truly worked up now. The tension was building in him to a breaking point, and I knew then that if I wanted to push him even more, I could get him to come from just having his ass walloped. So very tempting.

  Kristair made a desperate sound, grinding against my thigh, and I chuckled, drawing a finger lightly over his balls. “Nope, not yet.” I touched that spot in his mind, keeping his orgasm at bay. “Remember this game?”

  Kristair’s curses blistered the air, and he moved to push himself up off of my lap. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the small of his back, rubbing the hot red flesh of his ass. “How crazy can I make you, Kristair?” He moaned, a shudder wracking his body as I pushed a finger into him. “You want to come, don’t you, getting yourself off by rubbing against my leg. Who knew you had such a dirty streak in you?”

  “Jacob, let me up or let me come, or I swear you will pay.”

  “There you go, lying again. If you really wanted to be let go, you could fight me off easily.” I slid my finger free of his tight heat and nudged his prostate with my thoughts instead. Kristair jolted, whimpering, renewing his struggles as I started spanking him again.

  “Jacob… Jacob, please.”

  “Please what, my love?” Kristair was so damn close. I could barely draw in a breath, it was so damn sexy to watch. “How much do you want to let go? Would you beg for me?”

  “Yes.” Kristair hadn’t even paused.

  “Would you let me watch you get yourself off?” Kristair froze in shock, and I grinned, tipping his face toward me. “Yes, that’s it, that’s exactly what I want Kristair, I want to watch you pleasure yourself and beg me to let you come.”

  Chapter 28

  JACOB COULDN’T be serious.

  I looked back at him again and sensed his resolve even as I saw it written on his face. He was serious. “You want me to put on a titillating show for you?” I asked, and the brat had the audacity to grin.

  “Why not? I seem to recall several occasions when you stood outside my window and watched me.”

  “That was different. You did that all on your own to try to lure me into your room.” Jacob rubbed his hand on my ass, and he made it so hard to think when he did that. His touch emphasized the hot sting, and I could only imagine the sight I made. Another hard smack surprised me, and I gasped, heat flashing through me. My balls ached, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against his leg, much to Jacob’s delight. Wicked, wicked man.

  “You’re doing it again. Stop that,” Jacob said, his voice firm.

  “Stop what?” I ceased trying to struggle and glanced over my shoulder at him. He was still fully clothed. It was unfair. I wanted to look upon him as much as he wanted to look at me.

  “Thinking and fussing. Trust me, you look damn sexy lying across my legs with your red ass in the air. And I dare anybody to disagree with me.”

  Jacob’s mental touch pressed against my spot, driving all thought from my mind. My body yearned for the release denied me, and all I could do was writhe, crying out with each accompanying hard slap until he let up.

  “Jacob please….” But what did I want—for him to keep up his torments, or for him to release me? Some part of me cried out for more of Jacob’s unique way of driving me crazy.

  “When you used to watch me through the window, how did it make you feel?” Jacob asked, relentless in the pursuit of what he wanted. “You loved watching me, following me around, coming to my bedside while I slept. Well, today I get to be the voyeur, and you’re going to be very, very naughty for me, aren’t you Kristair?”

  “Yes, yes….” As soon as the words left my mouth, Jacob released my hands, though he still maintained the mental block which kept me from coming. My heart pounded as I realized what I’d just agreed to. How my lover could get to me this much I still didn’t understand, but his primal smile of satisfaction made me shudder.

  It made me weak inside to realize how much he was looking forward to this little scene, and made me ever hotter to know that I wanted to do whatever he ordered me to do. Jacob squeezed my ass, and I hissed as it emphasized the stinging throb. I would be feeling the effects of his spanking for a good while.

  “Kneel up on the cushions, Kristair,” Jacob said, moving over to the other side of the couch when I did. Soon, under his direction, I found myself propped up against the other arm, my knees cocked up and spread wide. Jacob’s eyes gleamed as he looked at me. He could see everything from my cock brushing against my stomach to my puckered hole and the bottom curves of my ass, which no doubt were still a bright red.

  I’d never been put on display for another person, and that was exactly how I felt at the moment. However, it was hard to be very self-conscious about it when Jacob was studying me with avid interest, his hot gaze burning into my skin. I could sense how very much he was turned on by the display.

  “So you want to watch me touch myself?” I said, trailing my fingertips down my throat.

  “For starters.” Jacob grinned, meeting my gaze. “I might change my mind and have you do something else later.”

  I shivered. I was sure he’d have something even more salacious for me to do when he did change his mind. I slid my hand lower, tracing the tattoo on my stomach, reading Jacob’s thoughts and knowing where he wanted me to go next. My fingers pinched my nipples into hard little peaks, and I smiled as he wet his lips.

  “You know, if you weren’t sitting all the way over there, you could put your mouth on them,” I teased. “I could get you naked and we could cavort together.”

  A very slow, very naughty grin crossed Jacob’s lips. “Are you trying to tempt me, old man? Just be glad I don’t want you out of my sight, or else I’d make you go get that vibrator to use on
yourself while I watch.”

  Jacob inserted the image in my mind of me doing exactly that, and I moaned at how vivid it was. “You have quite an imagination.”

  “Oh yes, and you inspire me in all kinds of ways.” Jacob’s eyes slid down to my cock. “Stroke yourself. You’re not nearly as worked up as I want you to be.”

  My breath caught, and my hand stilled on my stomach. My cock was aching so much already that I knew I’d come the moment I touched myself if Jacob would only release me. His eyes locked with mine, and I felt his mental touch as he manipulated my spot again.

  My head fell back onto the couch, and I moaned roughly, my body sizzling with need. Not just to come. I wanted Jacob inside me, hard and urgent as he fucked me. “Jacob please… please.”

  “Touch yourself, Kristair. Touch that pretty cock of yours, the head is so slick, I can almost taste you when I look at it.” His husky voice shivered over my skin.

  Moaning, I wrapped trembling fingers around the hard length and gave it a tug. “Jacob.”

  “More, Kristair… you’re not there yet.” Ruthlessly, he nudged my spot, and my hips bucked up hard into my hand. “You’re just teasing yourself. You think I can’t feel what you’re doing? Firmer, love, like you mean it, like you really plan on jacking yourself off on this couch.”

  I was past embarrassment, thoroughly held in thrall to Jacob’s voice, his eyes hot on me. “Jacob… please,” I panted, stroking my cock, thrusting up into my fist. It felt so damn good I thought I was going to fly apart, all this energy caught up inside of me. “Jacob, please, fuck me.”

  “Soon, my beautiful, proud man, soon. Fuck, I love ya, Kristair.” I looked at my lover through slitted eyes, my breath stolen by the utterly rapt expression on his face. “You could drive a man fucking crazy.”

  He was one to talk. Jacob maintained his hold on me, keeping me on the edge, the tension in my body exquisite. “Release me, Jacob, please.” I could have broken his mental hold on me easily, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the control out of his hands. Not when it felt so right despite the aching of my cock.