Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “Beautiful,” Lars whispered as Cris unhooked the closure and lifted it away from her body. She felt trapped in his gaze. His eyes looked so dark in the shadows and with the lights behind him she couldn’t quite make out his face.

  Cris pressed kisses down her spine as he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them from her hips. Self-conscious, she immediately tried to hide herself with her hands, but Lars tangled her fingers with his and held her arms out so he could watch Cris unveil her body. She felt Lars’s gaze on her skin as intently as Cris’s lips on her spine and then he kissed each cheek of her ass.

  Lars let go of her fingers and quickly stripped his pants off. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the rough steps toward the pool. Cris stayed at the edge stripping his own clothes off as he watched them.

  The water closed over her legs and ass as Lars sank down into it with her. It was warm and rolled around them, churned up by the impact of the waterfall. Lars put her down and she was surprised by the way the rocks lining the pool felt. Opposite to the rocks at the pool’s edge, the ones inside had been warn away to a silky-smooth surface from the movement of the water over time. He held her close to him. Her breasts moved against his chest and his hands rested lightly on her lower back. She ran her fingers over Lars’s chest and noticed the tattoo over his heart. How did I miss that yesterday? “Is this real?” she asked, tracing the two x’s with her finger because she would’ve bet money it hadn’t been there before. It didn’t look like a new tattoo. In fact, the primitive mark looked like it’d been part of his skin for a long time.

  “Very real,” he replied and trapped her hand between the mark and his palm. “It’ll be there until I die.”

  That sounded like a vow and he tilted his head and bent. Seductively brushing his lips over hers, his tongue darted out to trace her lower lip and Tara felt as though he’d stroked her pussy. Memories of yesterday and what she’d done with each of these men flooded her thoughts.

  She felt Cris approach and he trapped her between the two of them. Lars stroked his hands over her ass and hips while Cris reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Her body started to burn and ache. She tried to shift her hips, hoping Lars would get the hint and reach between them. All he did was chuckle against her lips. “Patience.”

  “It’s overrated,” she whispered back. He grinned and darted a playful kiss against her lips before leaning back.

  “My turn,” Cris murmured from her neck. She turned to look up at him and he claimed her in a brazen meeting of lips. He cupped both of her breasts and she felt a hot breath against them moments before Lars closed his lips around one turgid peak. It felt like there was a direct line from nipple to clit, her reaction was so fast.

  Cris cupped her jaw with his other hand as she felt Lars’s fingers press between her legs. He squeezed her nipples as he strummed her clit, and she gasped into Cris’s mouth.

  “This is…I just…”

  “Shhhh.” Cris pressed a finger against her lips. “Feel, Tara. Get used to our hands on you.” The warm water lapped around them, and she took gasps of air as both men played and teased. She quivered in their arms as they took their time arousing her.

  She wrapped one hand back around Cris’s neck and with the other she gripped Lars’s hair as he worshiped her breasts and stroked her pussy under the water. She arched her hips and widened her stance, silently begging one of them to fill her. When Lars snaked a finger back and impaled her, she would’ve come except he held his finger motionless inside her. “No.” She arched her hips and tried to force him to move. “Fuck me.”

  Cris rubbed his hard cock against her back. “How would you like me to shove my cock up your pussy and Lars will push his deep into your ass? Would you like that, Tara?”

  “Yes, now. Do it now.” Her body arched, reaching for the pinnacle the two of them were holding her back from.

  “We have to get you ready for that,” he whispered against her ear. Lars added a second finger to her pussy and stroked her twice before stilling his fingers again. She panted and moaned, getting desperate for relief. She felt something press against her anus and then slip past the opening.

  She gasped and clenched against the intrusion. Cris made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl against her temple. “Fuck, she’s going to be tight.”

  Lars groaned at her breast and sucked harder on her nipple, sending another shock wave of pleasure washing over her. A finger swirled around her clit, distracting her from the one trying to penetrate her ass. A dark pleasure rocked through her when Cris pulled out his finger and then pushed in again, this time gaining more depth. Images of her being suspended between the two of them as their cocks replaced their fingers invaded her thoughts. It was strange but felt so incredibly good at the same time. She hooked her leg around one of Lars’s in an attempt to gain some purchase and take control of the rhythm, but neither man let her get away with it.

  Lars nipped at her breast and she tightened her grip on his hair. That only spurred him on and he flexed his fingers deep in her pussy and stroked upward. Her breath caught with the intensity of it. He finger fucked her pussy as Cris did the same for her ass and all she could do was hold on to both of them and try to stay upright. Even that failed when Cris pushed a second finger into her anus and Lars pinched her clit as he pushed a third finger inside of her.

  Tara felt like her body exploded into a thousand sparking shards, and her screams echoed off the walls around them.

  Tara felt herself being moved through the water but felt too boneless to care or even try to help. A strong arm snaked under her legs and around her back, and then she was pulled against a hard chest. She rested her cheek against the muscle and listened to the rapid beat of the heart underneath which made her smile. Lars.

  “Min blomst.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest and she could feel his cock hard and pulsing against her thigh. “Are you all right?”

  “I feel like I’m floating.”

  “Good.”

  There was a splash to the right of them. She turned and Cris waded forward holding a bottle of Gatorade. “I want you to drink some.” He passed it to her. She took a long swallow, which helped refresh her slightly. There was something so unique and special about the time spent with Lars and Cris that she honestly couldn’t recall ever feeling that mellow. She took another sip before passing it back to Cris.

  Cris placed it on the ledge to the side of them and then ran his hand along her hip. His hand felt cool after holding on to the bottle and she suspected that was the point when her nipples tightened up again.

  She wrapped her fingers around Lars’s generous cock as she grasped Cris’s thickness with her other hand. Both men groaned as she stroked them, making her feel brazen and empowered. It surprised her how much her own arousal grew watching each man accept her ministrations.

  Cris’s gaze caught hers and even she could read the hunger in his eyes. Her body reacted and her pussy clenched with the silent request. The moment she nodded he hopped up onto the ledge. There must’ve been a step up under the water because she didn’t think anyone could humanly move that fast and high. Not worried about it, she watched as Cris grabbed a towel and dried off his cock and then rolled a condom over it. Lars twirled his fingers over her pussy and breasts and she continued to stroke his cock.

  When Cris got back in the water and sat down on the ledge next to her, Lars passed her over. He moved a few feet away, one hand resting back against the ledge. The other was under the water stroking his own cock if the flexing of his muscle was any indication.

  “Lars is going to watch me fuck you this time, Tara.” His aggressive words sent a thrill of excitement rushing through her, flooding her pussy with moisture. He grasped her hips and pulled her onto his lap again, pushing deep inside of her with a single stroke. He felt huge from this angle and Lars never took his eyes off of her. His arm continued to move as he jerked his cock.

  “Ride him,” Lars orde
red.

  There was no censure in his expression, and she didn’t feel the slightest embarrassment as she hooked her feet around the back of Cris’s calves and began to ride him.

  “Oh god, that feels good. Keep fucking me, Tara. Make those gorgeous breasts of yours bounce for Lars.”

  Lars was most definitely a boob man. He didn’t take his eyes off them as she increased the speed she bounced on Cris’s cock. Cris laced his fingers with hers and brought her hands up so they were both stroking the delicate skin under her breasts as they moved together.

  She dropped her head back onto Cris’s shoulder and moved her hips in slow circles, listening to the sexy moans and growls he made as she moved. An image filled her brain, making her body run hotter, and she immediately longed for it to come true.

  “I want to suck Lars’s cock while you fuck me.”

  A quick inhalation of air had her looking over at Lars and the shocked expression on his face. She found it a bit strange considering all they had done so far. Maybe he thought she wouldn’t enjoy it? But after enjoying Cris’s reaction to a blow job yesterday, she wanted to taste Lars as well. It only took a moment of shifting and movement before she was bracing herself on Lars’s legs. Her feet were on a small rock under the water while Cris gripped her hips, his cock still filling every inch of her.

  Lars stroked his fingers through her hair and along her jaw, a gentle, loving gesture that made her throat tight. “Thank you.”

  She’d been reading too many romance novels because she wanted to believe there was love in their eyes when they looked at her.

  “Don’t thank me yet, I might mess this up.”

  “Im…possible.” The word hitched in his throat as she wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock. Lars was thick from top to bottom and Tara wrapped her fingers around the base of him, knowing she wouldn’t be able to take all of him in her mouth.

  She licked her way around his crown and then pulled off him with a pop. “Cris.”

  “Your wish is my demand, gorgeous.” He gripped her hips and pushed himself into her as she sucked on Lars. Thank goodness her fingers were in the way, or the force of Cris’s thrust would’ve sent Lars down her throat. He went deeper than she expected, and he groaned in pleasure.

  Feeling brave, she sucked him down as deep as she could, concentrating on breathing through her nose. Lars speared his fingers through her hair but didn’t force her to move. Instead it felt like he needed an anchor. His thighs trembled under her arms and pearls of pre-cum welled up in the small slit. She took great care to lave away the drops and tried to suck more to the surface.

  “Ja, sutte mig.” He groaned, grinding out the words from between his teeth. She didn’t know exactly what he had said, but by the tone, it wasn’t hard to guess. His hips rocked up against the movement of her mouth. She sealed her lips around him and moved up and down his length, stroking the rest with her fingers. Lars tugged on her hair at one point, but she ignored him. Instead she reached up with her other hand and rolled his balls around in her fingers.

  Lars’s thighs tightened rock hard under her arms as he let loose with a yell. Warm cum spurted against the back of her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to waste a drop. He shuddered and curled over her, stroking her hair.

  Tara rested her cheek on his thigh as Cris picked up the pace behind her. “That was so fucking hot to watch.” He shuttled his cock in and out of her, the pounding exponentially increasing her arousal with each stroke. She clutched Lars’s thigh as Cris rode her hard, thrusting into her as he pulled back on her hips. Lars wrapped his arms around her pelvis and delved his fingers between her pussy lips, stroking her pulsing clit. He pinched it, the sharp sensation sending her hurling over the edge into a powerful orgasm. She heard him howl out his release and then he bent to rest his forehead against her spine.

  Lars gently ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her cheek against his leg. Cris pulled out of her and kissed her hard on the lips. “You are pure perfection.” He gave her another quick kiss and then moved out of view.

  Lars lifted her up slightly and sat down on the ledge again, pulling her back onto his lap. He softly stroked her thighs and then drew his fingers along the puffy, sensitive lips. His touch felt electric, setting off a thousand flashes with each stroke. She moaned and tried to grab his hand as she arched up to meet his touch.

  “Shhh, relax.” He cooed to her and softly stroked and petted her until she writhed in his lap as her body ached and throbbed.

  “I can’t.” She cried out against his neck even as her legs trembled.

  “One more.” He slipped his finger inside her and stroked deeply. “You can do it, min blomst.” Despite her cries to the contrary, he coaxed another orgasm from her quivering body, leaving her completely strung out.

  “You’re everything to me.” His words were so soft she almost didn’t hear them. Concern flittered through her thoughts. Wasn’t it too soon to feel this way? But after so many powerful orgasms in a short time she was too wiped to worry about it. Lying safe and secure in Lars’s arms and napping felt like a better idea.

  * * * *

  “I want to tell her the truth. All of it,” Lars admitted to Cris, keeping his voice low so that he didn’t disturb Tara. She’d cuddled up against his chest, her lips at his neck and her hand over her mark on his chest. “I’m not certain she wouldn’t turn tail and run as fast as she could away from us.”

  Cris slipped back into the pool and handed him a bottle of water. “You know how you feel right now, Lars. Imagine an hour from now, she’s gone and you can’t find her no matter how hard you try. What would you do?”

  I’d wither away to nothing. Lars gently stroked her hair. She was his, and he couldn’t survive without her. While some people might find the idea of immortality exciting, he’d learned to hate it. Knowing he’d never have to exist without Tara was a blessing only those over a thousand years could understand.

  “I can see it written all over your face. I feel the same way, Lars. We’re close to convincing her to stay.” Cris moved closer, his eyes on her sleeping form. “Explaining you and I will be difficult, but telling her Zack’s a shape-shifter will freak her out more.”

  “She’d never turn her back on him.” Lars knew what Cris had endured in his past. A mother’s rejection left painful scars on a man’s soul and Cris had many. “She’s your Mate. Would you let her go if she demanded it?”

  Cris shrugged. “I never want her to feel like a prisoner or unhappy.”

  Lars knew Cris needed to bond with Tara more and put an end to the idea of actually letting her leave. His ancestors believed in capturing their woman, and if push came to shove, he’d lock her up to prevent her from leaving. It would make it much harder for her to trust and believe in him, but that was better than being separated from her. “You need to hold her as she sleeps.”

  Cris gave him an odd look, obviously not understanding what Lars meant. “Gladly.” Lars gently shifted Tara into Cris’s waiting arms. She whimpered slightly and then settled down, curling around Cris much as she’d curled around him. Her lips rested against his skin and her arm rested around his neck.

  Cris settled with his Mate in his arms and gave Lars a confused look. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving this, but why do I need to hold her?”

  “She needs to know you’ll protect her when she’s vulnerable.”

  “And by holding her as she sleeps she subconsciously learns to relax and trust our scent when it’s close.” Cris arched an eyebrow. “That’s how you got the mark yesterday, isn’t it? She said she’d had a nap and still felt a bit dozy. This is part of a Mating ritual for you.”

  Lars nodded. Cris knew almost all of his secrets already. There was no point in hiding one as important as this. “She needs to eat from your fingers as well.”

  Cris nodded. “Okay, I can do that. We’ll have dinner at my place tonight. What’s next?”

  “The third part is her offering
her body, trusting we’ll take care of her.”

  “And we’ve taken care of that.” Cris’s smile was more than a little smug as he looked down at Tara’s sleeping form. Lars had to admit he felt more relaxed right now than he ever had in his entire life.

  “Her body temperature will start to drop if she sleeps much longer.”

  “I’ll get the towels.” Lars lifted out of the water and padded over to his backpack. “We’ll dry her off and keep her healthy.”

  “I can’t bond with her unless she knows the truth.” Cris slowly moved and stepped up on the ledge and out of the water. Lars wrapped a towel over Tara as he spoke. “My primal side won’t accept anything less.”

  Lars understood that very well. He wanted to tell Tara everything but understood what a sensitive situation they were in. Cris’s willingness to delay completing their Mating until she was ready to stay spoke a lot about his character. But they were taking a large chance by withholding so much information from her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tara sat in a large Muskoka chair in front of Lars’s house with a thick blanket tucked around her. The soft call of loons echoed across the lake, adding to the peacefulness of the moment. The sun had begun its descent in the sky and Tara was pretty certain today marked the laziest day in her entire life.

  Cris and Lars had waited on her hand and foot, starting when they woke her up with soft kisses as they dried her skin. Remembering what she’d done with them at the waterfall was enough to bring a blush to her cheeks.

  “She’s thinking about this afternoon again.” Cris sat across from her, her feet resting in her lap. He grinned and winked at her.

  “We need to think of a way to keep those blushes on her cheeks.” Lars sat next to her, his fingers entwined with hers. “After Zack goes to sleep tonight we’ll see what we can come up with.”