Seduced by Myths: A Mythical Paranormal and Fantasy Anthology

by C. R. Jane

  The beat shifted and she spun between us, pushing her ass into Alistair while her hands pressed against my chest, leaving cold in their wake. It wasn't the kind of cold that was from poor circulation or the temperature being too low. This cold was something that went soul deep.

  My eyes found hers and the gray-blue orbs pierced me deeper than I expected. She was closed off to the very depths of her being. In that moment I knew that we'd found our target, what we had been looking for for too long. This woman would put up a fight against love, that much was clear, but I also got the feeling it wasn't because she didn't want it, but because she didn't understand it. A lack of understanding was something I could work with.

  I trailed my fingers up her neck and she shivered against my touch, but the anticipation and excitement I expected never showed up in her eyes. The depth to which she was closed off was astounding, and I knew it would take all of mine and my brothers’ powers as cupids-in-training to reach her and convince her that not only was love real, but it was worth her time.

  Her hands pulled on my shoulders and I bent toward her lusciousness without hesitation. A surprisingly husky voice met my ears as she said, "I've always wanted to have a threesome with twins." I jerked back, afraid that my touch had accidentally set off something within her, but she lacked the telltale glow that anyone touched by a cupid would have. All I saw when I looked her over was a wicked smile and mischievousness sparking in her eyes.

  Chapter 3

  Sage

  I meant what I said, I had always wanted to have a threesome with twins. The fact that these twins were redheads? Double bonus. I had always thought that the flame colored hair some people had was gorgeous. Mine was naturally a dirty, dishwater blonde, nothing nearly as exciting unless I dyed it. I'd been on a lavender kick for the last couple of years although I was starting to feel like I should switch it up.

  The look the first guy I'd been dancing with was giving me was one of confused excitement which amused me. It wasn't often that I had time to myself, but when I did, I used it to find what little pleasure I could. Thurston might have taken my virginity in every sense of the word, but he wasn't the only man who had experienced my body. Even though this was the first actual vacation I'd taken that didn't mean I never did anything with my free time. I doubted the asshole knew or cared what I did on my own time, but I wouldn't put it past him to throw a fit if he ever found out.

  Between assignments I often found myself at one club or another, losing myself to the music and the heat of the crowd. It was intoxicating and, considering I didn't drink, it was as out of control as I ever got. The one thing I kept falling for was the promise of pleasure from whoever I was dancing with. My time with the man or woman of my choice for the evening was always pleasurable but it never satisfied the craving I had deep within me, like an itch I couldn't scratch. Maybe twins would do the trick though?

  The twins weren't identical, that much was obvious since twin two had freckles over every inch of exposed skin, including his face, along with a short beard. His skin was the pale color of most redheads, but with the lights of the club it made his freckles somehow look like he was flecked with gold, an effect that was only intensified by the strange luminous amber color of his eyes. Twin one on the other hand didn't have a freckle in sight and had icy blue eyes that matched my own, along with the ivory tone of his skin. His hair had a brighter color to it than his brothers, more of an orange red than an auburn red, but they had the same nose and face shape.

  I slipped my hand up the guy's chest and behind his neck, feeling the taut, well-formed muscles on his body, before pulling him down into a kiss. His lips weren't overly plush, but they were strong and as his hands wrapped around me, bending me into him, he took the kiss and ran with it. By the time we broke for air I was ready to mount him right there on the dance floor.

  When I was spun around to face twin two, I was still catching my breath when he leaned in and kissed me. I made sure he knew he was welcome, although it was a very bold move. His lips were softer and plumper than his brother's, but no less strong in the way he was kissing me. Desire coursed through me and I was left wanting nothing more than a night of seduction caught between these two.

  "Want to get out of here?" twin one asked in my ear while twin two nipped at my lower lip.

  My eyes popped open and I nodded. The two of them watched me like I might get scared off or something. What they didn't know was that the skull pendant necklace I was wearing could turn into a whip at a moment's notice, and my earrings could easily become a garrote.

  "We've got a room at a hotel not far from here," twin two said as he looked down at me with those captivating eyes. He had a tenderness about him that his brother didn't have, a contrast I appreciated.

  "Lead on," I yelled over the music so they could both hear me.

  I hadn't expected them both to look over to the corner of the club where I saw two guys watching us. One of them looked like a Greek god, with his long, wavy brown hair and pouty lips. He could have been DaVinci’s inspiration for David. The other looked like a weapon; his Asian heritage shone proudly through his features and his jet-black hair looked silky in the club’s lights. When the twins each raised a hand and waved I figured they must all be friends. Of course, the hot ones always flock together.

  Before I could ask if they were okay leaving their friends the three of us were moving toward the exit and anticipation was flooding my chest. Twin one had a firm, warm grip on my hand and I knew twin two was just behind me.

  "So, what's your name?" Twin one asked.

  "Sage, but we don't have to do the small talk thing."

  "I like the small talk thing," twin two said.

  When I glanced over at him, hungry eyes met mine before scanning up and down my body. "Well then, what's your name?" I asked, somewhat surprised that this wasn't just a quick fuck in the back of the bar.

  "I’m Lysander, and that's Alistair," he said gesturing to the twin whose face was covered in freckles.

  "Nice to meet you both," I said with a grin as I shook my head. The warmth that washed over me as I walked between the two of them was enough to make me feel as though I was overheating.

  "You come here often?" Alistair asked.

  "Every once in a while when I have some time off," I replied.

  "I haven't seen you before," Lysander said, his voice low and rumbly.

  "Then you must not have been paying attention," I countered with a grin hoping that they would talk more just so I could hear their voices. They were nothing like Thurston, his voice was low and smooth like it had been trained to sound a certain way, but these two sounded like sex on legs.

  "Oh, I would have noticed you," Lysander said, but there was something deeper in his tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My instincts were all over the place with these two.

  Suddenly, I wished I had worn one of my wigs out and tucked the lavender hair away. It was too late now, and I knew I could take both of them if I needed to. Years of a variety of martial arts training, not to mention boxing, kickboxing, Muay Thai, and anything else that would give me an edge in my fighting abilities, were all under my belt and I knew how to take on opponents twice my size and win. There were very few people who could take me down in hand-to-hand combat, so I wasn't nervous about that. Something didn't feel quite right though.

  We were already around the corner and heading toward the hotel that I figured was where they were staying. There wasn't a lot to do in this specific few blocks area except party. It was club after club and bar after bar, like a college town, but without the sports. The only hotel within a mile or so was the one we were walking into.

  I'd had my fair share of assignments where the targets were staying there, so I knew the place well. I just hoped they weren't staying in a room where I'd completed an assignment before. I wasn't sure I'd be able to have sex with the memory of executing someone in the bathroom or something, and that would be a shame, because redheaded twins?
It felt like I'd hit the holy grail of one-night stands. I wasn't much of a giggler, and I hardly ever smiled, but that thought made a big grin spread over my face.

  They swiped a card over the door and it opened into one of the nicer, suite-style rooms. My eyes cataloged everything as soon as I had the opportunity to look past Lysander. There was no luggage visible, which was odd for young guys, but maybe their mothers raised them right and they actually hung their clothes up or something. There were almost no signs of anyone having stayed there at all.

  Alistair lunged forward and jumped onto the bed, so he was lying down on his back staring up at the ceiling for a split second before rolling onto his side and giving me a look that screamed lust and hunger. I smiled seductively at him and he bit down on his lower lip which made my body come to life.

  "Want a drink?" Lysander asked as he walked over to the fridge.

  "Just some water would be great," I said feeling awkward.

  "So you live around here?" Alistair asked.

  "Somewhat. You?"

  "Somewhat," he grinned knowingly at me before continuing, "but we thought our buddies needed a night out."

  "You seem agitated, sweetness, you okay?" Lysander asked as he handed me a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

  "Told you, I'm no good with small talk."

  "Is it so wrong for us to want to get to know you?" Alistair asked.

  "I mean, is there a point? It's not like this can be anything more than a one-night stand." I was losing the vibe I'd had from the club and it was starting to bring me down, to bring the shields down and put my mental armor back in place.

  "I have never seen anyone as closed off as you. It's fascinating, really," Alistair said as he looked up at me from the bed.

  "You don't even know me. Maybe this was a bad idea. I thought you were the holy grail of hookups but I should have known you were too good to be true." I turned to leave and found Lysander blocking my exit. If he wanted to be taken down a peg or two I'd be happy to do that.

  His hands popped up in a gesture of surrender. "Sweetness, we just aren't used to girls who want to get down and dirty. Most of them want to be wined and dined and the ones who do hook up with us always seem to have a quota of knowledge to meet before they'll actually do anything. You're a breath of fresh air, that's all. Come and hang out, or do you want me to just kiss you?"

  "Latter please," I replied. In my head I knew that if he didn't follow through and still wanted to do get to know me bullshit then I'd walk, even if it meant putting him down to get out the door, not that I really thought either of them would try to trap me. They were almost college bro-ish, but I had noticed there was a level of sophistication and worldliness there that I hadn't been expecting.

  Without hesitation Lysander stepped forward and slipped one hand around my waist and the other up into my hair. He tilted my head just right so that when he kissed me he could claim my mouth completely. I opened for him without protest and his tongue swept in, exploring my mouth as though he was trying to memorize the feel of it.

  Hands surrounded me as he walked me back toward the bed. It took me a second but I realized that it was more than just Lysander touching me. A thrill went through me about what the rest of the night might contain. Usually dudes were weird about a two-men-and-one-lady threesome, but these guys seemed into it, and that only revved my engine even hotter. As I was picked up and placed onto the bed, I found myself sitting on Alistair's lap, his erection pressing against my butt, with my legs wrapped around Lysander's hips, holding him close to me while he only seemed to intensify the kiss. My body melted into theirs and I knew I'd made a good decision when I didn't leave.

  Chapter 4

  Alistair

  Sage was all lean muscle and power as she sat on my lap. There was just enough curve to make my mind reel at how sexy she was. I expected her to smell a little sweaty from all the dancing she'd been doing at the club, but she didn't. Instead there was something almost sweet about her scent as I buried my nose in her hair.

  Lysander disappeared from view and I heard the zipper come down on one of Sage's boots. While he worked on ridding her of her footwear I pushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Her skin was pale and soft and as my stubble scratched against her skin she arched back into me, her firm ass pressing against my cock in a way that made me wish we had gotten naked before we made it onto the bed.

  My hands ran over her taut stomach and up over her plump breasts, while I rained kisses on every inch of exposed skin I could find. The sound of Sage slowly becoming breathless and panting while my brother stripped her made my cock as hard as rock. Ly's fingers tugged on her skirt, and I slid my hands into the waistband so I was cupping her ass and lifted her off my lap just enough so that he could get it off her.

  The sumptuous globes of her perky behind fit perfectly in my palms as I kneaded them until she was free of her skirt. The thong that she was wearing only proved to drive me more insane with lust. If I didn't know better I'd swear my brother was doling out his cupid powers, but I knew for a fact that cupid powers didn't always work on other cupids, the fates made us hinky that way.

  Sage's skin was like silk against my rough hands, and I hoped she didn't mind. When Ly went to pull off her shirt, she lifted her arms and I followed the progress of the material upward with my hands as I lay back on the bed. Her sexy peach of an ass rested perfectly against me, with the black lace of her thong creating a small T shape, while the black lace of her bra was the only other line marring her body.

  There wasn't a mark on her, not a scar, not a freckle, not a tattoo or piercing. My gaze greedily traveled over her again and again as though I could memorize the sight of her. The only thing I could think about though, was what it would feel like to have her lavender hair splayed across my belly while she took my cock in her mouth. And what a pretty mouth it was.

  Before Lysander could do anything else she popped up off my lap and strode toward the mini fridge, grabbing another bottle of water while we just watched her parade around in her sexy black lace underwear.

  "Are you two going to join me or am I just fucking myself tonight?" Sage asked sweetly before taking a long drink of water.

  Lysander looked over at me and the two of us began stripping.

  "Slower," she said, her already raspy voice husky with need.

  I followed her command, not taking my eyes off her for a moment while I toed my shoes off, before peeling my shirt off, followed by my belt, and finally shucking my jeans to the floor. My boxers stayed put, although there wasn't much hiding the massive boner I was sporting. Her eyes roamed first my body then Lysander's since apparently I got undressed faster. I was trying to be slow, I guess I was just too eager.

  With one hand she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra letting it fall open before shrugging out of the straps. Her breasts were heavy with pink nipples that seemed to point straight at me. Gods, I wanted them in my mouth. I was practically drooling like a thirteen-year-old looking at an underwear catalog. When she bent at the waist and pulled her panties down I watched as her breasts swung forward pointing to the floor before going back to their resting place as she straightened.

  Two condoms had appeared from somewhere, I had no clue where, but she tossed them at both of us as she walked past. We just stared as she crawled onto the bed, giving us both a show of her ass swaying back and forth along with the plump lips of her pussy peeking out from between the apex of her thighs as she moved.

  "Well, what are you waiting for? Come and get me," she said, all but purring the words at us.

  My boxers were off as I stepped forward. I would put the condom on, but not yet, first I wanted to feel those rose-colored lips locked around the head of my cock. Lysander and I had shared enough women that we often moved together in mirrored actions of one another. It probably had something to do with the weird twin connection as well.

  "Do you want to taste her first or should I?" Ly asked as he crawled across the bed toward our pr
ey.

  "All yours brother," I said, my voice a low growl as desire rode my body hard.

  "Flip over for me. Show me that sweet pussy," Ly said.

  Sage obeyed with a grin. Her ass stuck high in the air as she spread her legs baring all those lush creases and moisture slicked folds to the two of us. While Lysander prepared to dive in I moved past her ass with one goal in mind, her mouth.

  "Think you can handle us both at the same time, sweetness?" I asked, as her eyes became dazed at whatever Lysander was doing.

  Within seconds she was back to herself and looking at me as I sat in front of her. "You say that like it's a challenge," she almost whispered at me before reaching out and running her dexterous fingers over my cock. "Come down here where I can taste you better."

  Who would say no to an order like that?

  Sage

  Alistair's thick cock stood proudly from his groin, like a monument, as he looked down at me with heavily lidded eyes. His fiery red pubic hair was trimmed close to the skin which made my job a lot easier. There was nothing worse than picking hair out of your mouth in front of a stranger. Without breaking eye contact I lowered my mouth onto his oddly attractive cock and relished the salty taste of his skin for a moment before I started working him.

  Just as I did, Lysander thrust two fingers into me making me moan around his brother's cock. While I appreciated foreplay, it wasn't my favorite. My motor was running and I was ready to go. That meant I wanted cocks in me, especially since I couldn't orgasm with a guy. I'd had maybe ten orgasms in my life total and they were what I'd heard people refer to as 'utility jacks' where it wasn't so much about the pleasure, but about getting the feeling out of my system.

  Finally, after my jaw was starting to get sore, I lifted my head and said, "I need at least one of you inside me soon or I'm going to lose it."