Red Stone of Passion

by Tuesday Morrigan

  Blaze’s kiss was soft where Ishmael’s had been hard. But it was just as intense with the burning need that fed both men. His tongue stroked over hers, coaxing Riana with a delicate touch into a reaction that left her moaning for him, driven by the need to taste the sweet, heady desire that clung to Blaze’s tongue, lips, mouth.

  To every inch of Blaze’s long, hard body.

  He broke off the kiss.

  Breasts heaving, Riana stared up at him. “More,” she whispered and tried to reach for him. She growled when the velvet ropes held her immobile.

  He shook his head and smiled at her obvious displeasure. “Choose, Kitty Kat.”

  She turned from him.

  “Ishmael.”

  “Sugar Girl.” There was just enough softness to his drawled words to let her know he knew what she was asking. She waited with bated breath as he slowly lowered his dark head to hers.

  “You have to choose.”

  Riana stared into Ishmael’s swirling green eyes in shock and anger. “Why?”

  “Republic Rules.” Blaze stood at the foot of the bed. She looked down her splayed body at him.

  “Fuck the Republic.” Riana didn’t give a damn what the Republic of Others said. She only knew that she wanted Blaze and Ishmael.

  Needed them.

  Now!

  “Love me.”

  Blaze’s fingers caressed one ankle, tracing the binding that held her. The touch set her body on fire. Her nipples pebbled, becoming tight, hard nubs of yearning, and her pussy moistened with the memories of the way he had loved her.

  Her hips lifted off the bed.

  “I want you.”

  Both men stilled at her words. Blaze’s gaze cut to Ishmael’s face. “Which man do you want, Kitty Kat?”

  Riana’s gaze drifted between the two men. She spoke the truth. “I want you both. I need you both to love me.”

  Ishmael’s finger traced the circle of her areole. Goose bumps broke out over her flesh and her nipple hardened further. “You want us both? You choose both of us?”

  “Yes. Yes.” She shook her head wildly and turned her torso to him, hoping to force his tempting finger to make contact with her nipple.

  “Two mates, Sugar Girl?”

  She stared at the long, broad finger that was painfully close to the bud.

  “Yes. Two.” Her mind burned with the sweltering image of her with both men.

  “See, Sugar Girl. All you had to do was answer.” Ishmael captured her lonely nipple, surrounding it with the wet, hot heat of his mouth, and suckled her. Riana felt an electric shock go through her system. One hand reached across her belly and captured her other breast. Talented fingers pulled and pinched the turgid nub. She shivered and moaned his name as fire spread from her breasts to settle between her thighs, deep in her empty cunt.

  All her life she had wondered if she would ever be lucky enough to find a man that cared for unconditionally and here she was with two men who loved her.

  Riana screamed with joy when Blaze’s warm mouth settled on her pussy, licking her from slit to clit before thrusting deep into her cunt. She shattered around his tongue, coming so hard her legs shook, flying so high that only the ropes kept her to earth.

  Her eyes fluttered open when she felt the broad head of Blaze’s cock slipping between the slick folds of her pussy. Ishmael’s fingers trailed over her stomach, teasing the skin. One hand captured her breast and tweaked the nipple.

  She looked into his eyes feeling a sense of rightness she’d never experienced before. Riana had known a sense of homecoming when she was initially with each man, but together…she realised she had found exactly what she was looking for. Her two mates. The other pieces of her heart. The men who made her whole.

  All three of them groaned in unison when Blaze’s cock was fully seated deep inside of her. Riana’s gaze snapped to Ishmael’s face. He turned to her and glanced back at her pussy. “Beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers sifted through the midnight curls to expose her clit. His thumb pressed against the swollen bud. She shrieked as unyielding pleasure slammed through her.

  “Please. Oh God.”

  “That’s it, Sugar Girl. Come for us.” Ishmael’s insistent finger pressed against her clitoris, stroking the bud into compliance. Bright silver lights danced behind her eyelids. Pleasure and pain strummed through her. Riana felt her body rupture with the power of her second orgasm.

  She opened her eyes to find Ishmael stroking his cock. The thick length jerked before her. She lifted her gaze to him and opened her mouth.

  “Fuck her mouth.”

  Blaze’s growled words turned Riana on more than she would have dared to admit.

  Ishmael stepped forward, his cock bobbing dangerously close to her lips. A single drop of pre-cum leaked from the slit in the ruddy head.

  “Say it, Kitty Kat and he’ll give it to you.”

  “I want it.”

  Ishmael slid the wide head of his dick past her parted lips. The musky scent of strong masculinity filled her nostrils. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of his cock as she suckled him. Riana flinched when his finger grasped her nipple and pinched the swollen nub. Twin stabs of pleasure streaked through her system, one from her pussy and the other from her breast.

  Her eyes closed as she felt her body bowing under the pressure of her pleasure as Ishmael tweaked her nipples and Blaze fucked her.

  She suckled Ishmael’s cock harder, farther into her mouth as she felt her body spiralling up towards a shattering climax. Riana moaned around Ishmael’s cock seconds before both men’s guttural roar of satisfaction ripped through the air. It was the only warning she received before the salty taste of Ishmael’s gratification hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it all.

  She groaned when Blaze withdrew from her. She was so tender she felt every inch of his departure.

  “Damn, Kitty Kat. That was something.”

  Ishmael quickly undid the bindings around her wrists as Blaze released her legs. Ishmael grinned at her and glanced at Blaze. “I hope you know the next round is going to get even better.”

  Riana stared up at him in shock. She had come so hard she thought her heart exploded. And he wanted to do it again…

  Her pussy moistened.

  Blaze came to stand beside Ishmael. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a torrid kiss. He lifted her and held her in his arms. She glanced over his bicep and watched Ishmael settle himself on her bed.

  Riana marvelled at the fact that he belonged to her. She had never been lucky with men and here she was mated to such a strong, beautiful man.

  She stared hungrily at his erect cock. In his hand, Ishmael held a condom. He quickly sheathed himself.

  Blaze set her on her feet. One wide palm connected with her ass. “Climb aboard, Kitty Kat.”

  Riana licked her lips and sat astride, Ishmael. She slowly lowered herself over his cock. When he was fully surrounded by her wet heat she groaned.

  “Lean forward, Sugar Girl.”

  She leaned forward, brushing her breasts across his chest and bared her ass. “Now, that’s lovely, Kitty Kat,” Blaze’s fingers stroked the full globes of her buttocks. She shivered at the sweet caress as she felt a blush climb up her face. She liked Blaze’s compliment. There was something uniquely pleasurable about being told you were lovely.

  She yelped when something warm and wet flickered against her rosette.

  “Easy, Sugar Girl.”

  Then a hot, slick finger slipped into her anus.

  “Oh my God.” Riana couldn’t help wiggling her hips so that his lubricated finger slipped deeper inside of her. Ishmael groaned beneath Riana as her anxious movements forced her pussy to move up and down his cock.

  Blaze pulled out only to thrust in two moist fingers. It burned a little. It had been some time since she’d taken anything back there. And even then, the most she’d taken had been a medium sized toy.

  There was nothing medium sized about Bl
aze’s cock.

  His fingers slipped out of her anus. She instantly tensed and looked over her shoulder. She watched his face as the bulbous head of his thick cock pressed against her ass.

  “Relax, Sugar Girl.”

  She breathed deeply. One arm curved around her waist to find her exposed clit. Blaze’s expert fingers brushed against it. Riana flinched and shuddered as a sharp stab of pleasure shot through her fluttering cunt muscles.

  For a brief moment she wondered if she could handle both of their loving. Now she knew she would rather die than go another moment without feeling both of her lovers inside of her at the same time.

  “Fuck,” Ishmael growled.

  Blaze slid the first two inches of his cock inside her. Ishmael rocked his hips, brushing his lower abdomen against her cunt, increasing the friction touching her pussy lips. Her sex constricted around Ishmael’s dick. Blaze pushed in another two inches.

  “Oh God.”

  Blaze withdrew only to press in several more inches. Riana grunted as she was propelled forward with the force of his stroke. She felt an almost overwhelming sense of completeness as both of their cocks thrust within her. Her fingers tightened around Ishmael’s biceps as both her cunt and ass clenched with the pleasurable force of their double penetration.

  “Shit, Kitty.” Blaze roared and slammed the full length of his cock deep inside her. His finger strummed the swollen head of her clitoris at the same time.

  Riana exploded, coming so hard, so quickly she couldn’t even scream as satisfaction pounded through her senses, tingling along every one of her nerve endings. Blaze plunged into Riana, thrusting hard and deep, over and over again, prolonging her orgasm, until every inch of her body felt like it was climaxing.

  The eerie howl of a wolf was followed by Blaze’s ferocious roar as both men climaxed in unison. Riana slumped on top of Ishmael, her pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks of her relentless orgasm.

  She took a deep breath when Blaze withdrew from her body. Seconds later she passed out cold.

  * * * *

  “This makes no sense. I know nothing about you. Either of you.” Riana turned to Ishmael. “I know you’re a werewolf.” Her gaze connected with Blaze. “And you’re a vampire.”

  “Your vampire.” Blaze snuggled closer to her and moved the flyaway strands of midnight silk from her face. Her gaze caught his. “You know all you need to know. We’re your mates.”

  She would love to take his word for it, but Riana knew she couldn’t. She had too many questions that required answers to do that. “But how is that possible? How is it that I have two?”

  Ishmael shrugged. “I don’t care about the logistics. I only care that you are mine.”

  “And mine.”

  Riana smiled and settled deeper into both of their arms. She had never been more content before.

  Two lovers.

  Two men who wanted her.

  And only her.

  Two!

  She leaned up on one arm and glanced at each man. “What I don’t understand is how is how it is I found you both at the same time.”

  Both men stilled beside her. Riana looked into both of their eyes and saw the haunting truth there.

  “Son of a bitch. God, I’m such a damned idiot.” She growled and jumped off the bed. She was a total fool for not seeing it sooner. The clues had all been there. She had just been too stupid to put them together. After her run-ins with both men she’d started to question her ability with men and jewel retrievals. Now she knew her worries hadn’t been for naught.

  She turned an accusatory eye on Blaze. “I assumed you wanted the stone because you saw Celeste giving it to me, but you knew before I walked into the alley about the Garland Garnet.” She pointed at Ishmael. “And you, you knew that I would be on the train, rushing to meet up with Waters.”

  Riana gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I thought I was slipping, thought I was losing my touch at this…but you two…Who the hell are you?”

  Chapter Eleven

  High Speed Affair

  Riana was tired of running from what she knew was true, tired of running from what she knew she couldn’t deny.

  They had both used her. And she had let them. To think Riana started to believe she had found two men who actually wanted her for who she was, men who needed her.

  Riana wiped away the tears that ran down her face and spun the steering wheel, sliding the car into a tight circle and pulled the key from the ignition. The engine died just as the car jumped the kerb to land beside the outer barrier of the bridge.

  Once Ishmael and Blaze had finished telling her their stories, she had excused herself telling them she needed time to think. They had grudgingly let her go.

  Riana looked over her shoulder to find that both men had pulled up on the other side of the overpass. She jumped from the car to stand on the edge of the bridge, her back to the rushing waterfall.

  Blaze folded his arms across his broad chest and widened the stance of his long legs. Ishmael leaned against the SUV. Both men appeared equally dangerous.

  Riana took a step back, closer to the gurgling waters, knowing the waterfall was the lesser danger. She stretched one hand over the bottomless pool.

  “I’ll drop it.” A simple chain of silver slipped from her hands to reveal the glittering metal and the single walnut sized blood red stone at the end. It dangled precariously above the waters.

  “What makes you think we’re so concerned about the stone?”

  Ishmael’s harshly whispered question cut through her confidence. “You both have been chasing me for this damned stone. Don’t try and paint me as a fool.”

  Ishmael stepped forward. “How can you stand there and tell us that it is only the stone that attracted us to you. I fell for you long before you touched that goddamned stone.”

  Riana stared at him, wanting to believe his words, needing them to be the truth. But she knew the facts. She had become an addictive goddess only after she touched the stone.

  She looked up at him. “You wouldn’t have even known I existed if not for the stone. Men like you pass me by all the time.”

  “Those men are blind.”

  Her gaze snapped to the fire burning in Blaze’s sapphire eyes. “They are not blind. They are not under the spell this damned stone weaves.”

  Blaze smiled. “Had you touched the stone before you walked through the restaurant in la Cité?”

  “No.”

  “I wanted you then, Kitty Kat. You know that. You saw it in my eyes as I watched you.”

  “If you think we want that damned gemstone more than we want you, you’ve got a screw loose in that lovely head of yours.” Ishmael took a step forward. “We both want you as our life partner, our mate. It wasn’t just a ploy.”

  He took another step forward. Pain slammed through Riana’s heart. He could not mean what he said. It didn’t make sense. They had tracked her for the Red Stone of Passion.

  Both of them had admitted it. Ishmael worked for her uncle and was obligated to make sure that no one ever knew of her “hobby” and Blaze was a P.I.A. agent searching for the stone in order to provide the proof he needed to put Jacques behind steel bars for the crimes he’d committed against the Counsel of Others.

  “Stay back.”

  Blaze cocked his head to the side, stared into her eyes and strode forward.

  “Stay back, damn it.” She allowed the chain she held to drop a few inches before catching it. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the length of the necklace and was forced to really reach for the chain in order to prevent it from falling into the river.

  “Jesus H. Christ,” Ishmael growled. Even from where she stood, Riana could see the anger in his green gaze. “You ever do something like that again and I’ll beat you until you can’t stand for a week.”

  “And I’ll stand back and watch.”

  Riana bristled at the steel edged tone to both of their words. “What makes you think I’ll let either of you put your hands on me?” s
he retorted.

  Blaze gave her a smile filled with such sensual promise Riana couldn’t help remembering the moments she had spent in his arms, the moments she had spent in both their arms. “You love it when we put our hands…mouths…cocks on you.”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “No, he’s your mate. And so am I. Stop playing this damned game, Riana, and come to us.”

  She shook her head and took a step backwards, closer to the raging waters. “It’s not me that you want. It’s the stone. It makes you feel things, things that aren’t really there.”

  “I’m over four hundred years old. Don’t you think I’ve learned the difference between desire and need? I need you, Riana. We need you.”

  “Then prove it.”

  All three of their gazes snapped to the intruder. Jacques stood less than twenty feet away from her discarded vehicle. The moonlight caught the gleam of the dark chrome 9mm gun he held in his hands.

  “Son of a bitch.” Blaze’s harsh curse sank beneath her skin. There was something in his tone that told her she was standing in dangerous territory.

  Ishmael’s gaze snapped to Blaze’s livid face. “You never said your boss was a ‘porter wolf.”

  “I didn’t think it would be a problem,” Blaze responded, never taking his eyes off the third man.

  Jacques laughed. “You thought you could handle me, didn’t you Mr. Blaze Blanchard? But I know your secret. I know who you work for. I know you’ve been collecting a file on me. I’ve been collecting my own on you. I even went through the trouble of hiring a man to watch you.” He cocked his gun his gun at Riana. “I wouldn’t have found that out if not for your little piece of ass here. Didn’t even think to look until I realised you weren’t finding my rock as quickly as you should have.”

  Blaze moved forward. “Jacques.” The single word was a warning.

  Jacques swung around and pointed the barrel at Blaze’s forehead. “Don’t move. I know you’re fast, Blaze, but do you think you can outrun a bullet?”