Silent Storm: Pacific Passion, Book 3

by Vivian Arend

  “My love, shall we heal our friend?”

  A flash of magic shot out with her words, lighting the area, fluttering the flags on the rails. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an “O” as she blinked rapidly.

  “I think we had better, before you use that wild magic and we find ourselves flying in the Stormchild to your Rocky Mountains.”

  The slight fear in her eyes faded, and she mouthed the words I love you. He winked before stepping forward and bowing to Kallen. Matt turned Laurin slowly, seeing the air shifter’s response as he admired her fully.

  There were no more words needed. Matt kissed her cheek, then pressed Laurin forward, his hand on the small of her back directing her unsteady limbs toward Kallen.

  The emotional roller coaster made her heart pound out of control. It was one thing to come and confess her love for Matt. Every cell in her body acknowledged that truth easily. To take the step and admit her admiration for Kallen? And now to witness his desire for her as well?

  It was unnerving and frightening, and so sensual she could barely breathe.

  He approached, wary. Like a hunter stalking a deer. She felt every bit the hunted, and yet the desire to turn and flee rapidly disappeared. The rising urge to envelop him in her arms and eat him alive grew faster than she thought possible. Laurin peeked over her shoulder. Matt had laid the blanket on the deck, and he stood to the side, watching. The most incredible expression covered his face.

  Desire for her was plain. No denying it at all. But there was interest even now in his gaze as it shifted back and forth between her and Kallen, and she remembered his words from their loving the previous day. How he would like to see her in another man’s arms, receiving pleasure, if he knew her heart belonged to him.

  It did.

  She took another step toward Kallen. His muscles flexed in anticipation as she approached. His dark eyes flashed, gaze dropping over her body. Another pulse of heat flushed her and yet she paused. There was something just not right. No matter how much she admired the man…no. Not like this. Her hand rose of its own accord to reach for her lover.

  “Matt?”

  There was no hesitation. He was there, his fingers meshed through hers. He stayed behind her, his mouth making urgent contact with the tender spot beneath her ear. Goose bumps formed instantly over her entire body. Her nipples tightened, her core grew wet and she ached for him to take her.

  Before her, Kallen waited. His expression hunger-filled. His body taut and ready—fight or flight. Or a hard driving desire to join with her. Kallen’s face revealed more than he probably wanted. That it wasn’t simply his need for a cure—her power alone—that attracted him. With Matt at her side, she could do this.

  She held out her other hand to her fellow air shifter, and the final distance between them disappeared.

  He let his fingers envelope hers, gentle yet firm. With his right hand he touched her cheek, a fleeting, delicate caress as he stared into her eyes. At her back, moisture painted her skin as Matt licked her shoulder blade. Kallen’s nostrils flared momentarily, as if sensing the fresh flush of arousal Matt’s touch had provoked.

  Kallen leaned forward and kissed her. Lips solid and confident in the contact. Laurin waited for guilt to arrive, but in its stead, a blaze of yearning ignited and she was lost.

  The kiss deepened, his tongue stroking hers, lips and teeth involved. Hands caressing, tugging, lifting. Swirling and coaxing a response harder and hotter than she’d expected.

  Because it wasn’t simply Kallen. It was Matt as well. His mouth, his hands, his attention focused one hundred percent on her. Giving her pleasure. Stirring up the sexual flames inside to the point there was little left to consume without her burning up completely.

  How, with only their hands on her skin, could they trigger such a response? Their mouths, the faint brush of the air from their lungs, the gentlest of touches from the pads of their fingertips—none of them in themselves overpowering, but as a united front?

  Urgency grew great in her core. Needing—something more—and Laurin let her head drop to the side. A slow twist rubbed her torso against the smooth skin of Matt’s chest as he pressed intimately close. Near enough his arousal was obvious, hard and hot in contact with her hip.

  Kallen’s breath sped up as he cupped her breast, warm air feathering over the peak a split second before his lips made contact. He sucked, and pleasure dropped like a heavy anchor from his mouth to the aching place between her legs. Laurin glanced down to watch, letting the eroticism of seeing him lick and suckle drive the experience higher. Her heart pounded, the tingle of her orgasm far too close to deny even after only the short time of lovemaking.

  She’d been on edge since Kallen had arrived. Hell, in terms of being sexually needy, her entire world had ridden the height of pleasures ever since she’d gotten together with Matt.

  A sudden gasp escaped her lips as her lover scooped her up and lowered her to the blanket, his body covering hers briefly as their mouths met. His taste—so familiar, so enticing—filled her senses. Memories from earlier days together swirled through her mind, and the ache in her body refused to be diminished. He chuckled softly as she kissed him back fiercely.

  “I like how you cling to me, Moonshine.” Matt’s words tickled in her ear, his lips fluttering along the rim as he rolled them to the side. Laurin flushed as she untangled her fingers from his hair. She hadn’t realized how quickly she’d taken possession of him. Another body joined them. Kallen crawled alongside her, stretched out at her back.

  Trapped between two men—one who held her heart, one who she admired and desired. The last lingering twinges of her modesty fell away, and she smiled, staring at Matt.

  “I’m ready.” She levered herself up slightly to take hold of the firm muscle in his neck, licking it and suckling. Leaving a mark with her teeth and tongue to show he was hers. At the same time with her top hand, she reached back. Catching hold of Kallen’s hip, she tugged him toward her.

  Their response came in a flash. Both men groaned, the utterances rising low and rumbling from deep in their chests. The sounds were primal and primitive, and Laurin welcomed the answering shot of lust that made her wetter than before.

  Kallen rocked against her, his shaft heating her skin, moisture from his cock brushing her ass cheek. Matt returned to her lips, hands falling to her breasts to plump and mold them as the heat between them increased. The gentleness of moments before dissipated and the ride kicked up a notch.

  When Matt left her mouth and turned to her breasts with his lips, forcing her to her back, Laurin fought to contain her cries of pleasure. That worked for a moment. Just long enough to notice Kallen was no longer at her side. Then her thighs were separated and Kallen buried his tongue in her sex.

  “Oh. Oh yes.” Flustered, yet needy, she willingly drew her knees farther apart.

  The air shifter muttered his approval and increased his pace. His tongue lingered over the increasingly sensitive peak of her clit. Fingers slid over her labia, smooth and teasing. He circled, and circled, rarely dipping any farther into her core. Never enough to make her fly over the edge.

  “Bastard…”

  Matt lifted his head from where he’d been worshipping her breasts. The tips of her nipples stung, the faint breeze against them cool after the heat of his mouth. He glanced down at where Kallen was tormenting her with pleasure. Matt took a deep breath, shaky and rapid. When he turned back to her, his eyes glowed—oh God, the fires reflected in them were powerful enough to nearly make her climax.

  “You are so beautiful. So giving.” The words floated to her ears through a rising buzz as her blood pumped harder and harder. Matt stared, his fingers circling one breast, then the other, tweaking and pulling her nipples until she wanted to scream. The whole time he watched. Every touch Kallen made must have registered on her face. And when the air shifter finally, finally thrust his fingers into her core, the bright sky behind Matt’s head disappeared as her vision distorted. Pleasure was the onl
y thing that registered.

  Her climax rocked on, between the encouragement of Kallen’s mouth, his steady thrust of into her sex, and the expression on Matt’s face as he watched.

  Her heart was full to overflowing. Love for the water shaman. There was no jealousy in him, she felt the emotions he shared even now. His delight in seeing her receive the gift of ecstasy from Kallen’s touch. His satisfaction that he would have forever in the future to provide more for her. Not only sexually, but as a friend and more.

  Tears threatened. Laurin thought she’d managed to contain them, but when Matt stroked his thumb over her cheek, he caught moisture and wiped it aside. He didn’t need to say the words; his body and soul spoke straight into hers. Through their intimate connection of minds, he poured out his blessings. Swore his commitment and offered all his love.

  That’s what the physical desire she felt for Kallen lacked. The element of forever simply wasn’t there.

  She was a contented puddle on the blanket, and they’d only begun. Laurin sat up and reached to smooth her fingers through Kallen’s dark hair as he kissed her intimately one last time before rising, his face covered with a broad grin. He might not be able to speak yet, but his thoughts were obvious.

  “He’s feeling a trifle cocky he made you come.”

  Laurin smothered a laugh and threw her arms around Kallen first, then Matt, hugging them close. “I think you two are the ones still feeling cocky. Shall we do something about that?”

  The words were so much more risqué than she would usually utter, and her cheeks felt flushed with heat. Their response was immediate, and the light amusement on the air faded. A sense of anticipation rose. The images she remembered of the woman at the center of two men, being loved by them both, struck again, and she shivered.

  Then there was nothing but sensory overload as they turned their complete attention on her. The touch of Kallen’s hands over her waist, the flare of her hips. So good as he pulled her to her feet, led her up onto the raised surface of the forward hatch and twisted her away from him. His shaft sat solid as steel along the dip between her butt cheeks. Matt stood in front of her, lifted her chin and took her back up to breathless. Kisses, soft and slow, were followed by his teeth biting into her lower lip, his tongue smoothing the throbbing surface.

  As Kallen stepped away, then slipped a finger between her ass cheeks, she stiffened briefly. Matt soothed her, petting her body, dipping his own hand down to stroke his thumb in tiny pulses over her tight nub at the apex of her mound.

  Moisture touched her. Not just the liquid from her core coating Matt’s fingers as he cupped her possessively. She twisted her head to see Kallen kneeling behind her, his fingers well coated before he laid a tube aside.

  She was ready to ask where he’d gotten it, the lubricant, but when he looked up at her, the words dashed away. She didn’t really care. All she wanted was his touch. A touch to echo the one Matt now bestowed on her sex. The aching need to be filled increased, and she widened her stance. Wanting to make this happen.

  Soon.

  Now.

  A fingertip brushed between her cheeks, cold and wet. It warmed quickly as Kallen pressed in up to the first knuckle. Laurin deliberately relaxed as much as possible, but it wasn’t easy. Not with Matt lapping at her earlobe, his touch relentlessly taking her back up. When Kallen added another finger she felt nothing but pleasure. After the experience the day before—she wasn’t afraid of this. Not even when his fingers were replaced by something far broader. Thick, heated. Kallen pressed firmly forward with his cock until the muscle opened to him.

  A low cry snuck out. There was no pain beyond the pain of desire asking for more. Matt held her hips as Kallen entered her, and she stared into the endless blue of his eyes as another possessed her.

  There was nothing there that spoke of jealousy. Only her, what she needed. If she’d uttered a single word to indicate she was distressed in any way, they both would have stopped instantly.

  What she wanted was more. The sensation of Kallen in her body in such a way—there were no words to describe it. Full, but not nearly enough. Small strokes of pain she couldn’t distinguish from pleasure. One rock of his hips after another he worked his way in, pulses blasting from the nerves inside to wrap her entire body in need. He touched his lips to her shoulder the same instant his groin went flush against her backside, and they both shuddered.

  Matt stepped before her, his gaze mesmerizing. The touch of his hands, intoxicating.

  Wordlessly, he lifted one of her knees, her weight barely held on the remaining single limb. Then she didn’t need to support herself at all as Kallen bore all her weight in his hands and she floated in midair, speared on his shaft. Every motion forced her harder onto him.

  “It feels…oh God, it feels so good. Ah…”

  “Hold my shoulders,” Matt ordered, and she hurried to comply. Palms glued to his skin, she wrapped her fingers around and held on for dear life as he stepped onto the platform she’d just vacated, placed his cock between her legs and pulsed upward.

  So full, so much. It was both physical and mentally overwhelming. The thought of what they were doing was less intimidating than the why. And the emotions pouring from Matt…rich and full, caring and complete. When his lips brushed her cheek she realized only then that tears were falling.

  “Is it too much?” he whispered.

  She shook her head, leaned back into Kallen and reveled in the insane gratification sweeping her that two men desired her and loved her so much. “Take me. Use my magic.”

  She opened herself, the cool source inside her breaking free. She’d always considered her magic like the wind, able to go where it wanted. Usually the only thing it allowed her to do was shift into any of the People of the Air. Now as Matt moved in counterstroke with Kallen, one long drag and thrust after another into her core, the magic refused to disperse. It clung to her skin as if she’d flown through a cloud, tiny droplets of water clinging to her limbs.

  Then the magic coated them all. Flowed over Kallen, mixing with his natural magic that allowed him to shift. It swirled forward, and not only mixed but blurred intimately with Matt’s, and a sharp rush lit her, inside and out.

  The rising orgasm—she knew how her body would react normally to lovemaking. What it felt like to come around a cock buried in her core, in her ass. But this? It was like the climax was ready to pour into her mind and soul at the same time, and the air crackled with potential.

  Laurin stared at Matt, drowning in his eyes. Sharing her love for him even as out of the corner of her eye she saw her fingernails dig into the flesh of his shoulders.

  Their speed increased, hands firm on her hips as her men anchored her in place. They surged in unison and she shouted. The constant rub against everything sensitive inside ignited a spark, raced along her nerves and hit the powder keg in her core and that was it.

  “Now, Laurin, now. Hold on to me, love, and give to Kallen.”

  The sky disappeared, because there was nothing but them. The pulsing of her orgasm as she squeezed them tight. The wash of heat as they joined her, Kallen’s body hard at her back, Matt enfolding her from the front.

  And the magic? She swore they were flying, suspended somewhere far above the deck of the Stormchild. The next instant they were immersed in the power of the Pacific as Matt joined them with the ocean. Dove through her, translated her magic into something the air could accept and…

  “Laurin!” Kallen’s shout rose to the sky, his voice raspy and harsh and broken as he shook with his release.

  Swirling lights continued, the wind whipped around them, but through it all the blue of Matt’s eyes gave her a center of calm to cling to. He squeezed them shut for a second as he came, prying them open immediately to wash her in their warmth.

  As if the ocean had surrounded her, bathing her with limitless love.

  Somehow they ended up on the blanket, all shaking limbs, heat and sweaty bodies. Laurin closed her eyes and let the sun shine down o
n her and bring another kind of heat, so much less powerful than the one she’d just experienced.

  Matt cradled her close. “I love you.”

  He said it again and again. His lips made contact with new spots after every announcement. Her mouth, her eyes, her cheek, the curve of her neck. Something wet and warm touched her as Kallen returned and cleaned her. She hadn’t even noticed he was missing.

  She’d been so focused on Matt, and that’s how it should be. But now…

  Laurin rolled as Kallen sat beside her.

  He grinned at her. “Simply saying thank you seems an understatement, but ‘My God, that was incredible’ seems inappropriate well.”

  She laughed. “How about I say the incredible part. Wow.”

  Kallen glanced at Matt. “I understand how tough that must have been, and I am grateful. More than you know.”

  Matt dipped his head in acknowledgement.

  A sudden silence fell, and for one brief second Laurin was floored by where she was. What had happened. Naked between the two of them, she had no urge to cover herself. She wanted nothing more than to stretch and preen. To let them start all over again. Maybe even try a few of the other things she’d witnessed during that ceremony. The picture of taking Matt into her body while she took Kallen into her mouth popped into her mind.

  Instantly, she felt a grumble rise from Matt. “What are you doing, Moonshine?”

  Kallen swallowed hard. “Is that…from Laurin?”

  She snapped upright, sure her jaw was hanging open. “What are you talking about?”

  Matt chuckled, and she quivered with anticipation at the tone of it. “You’re playing with the dirty pictures again, and this time you’re showing them to Kallen as well? Oh dear. You are the insatiable one.”

  She pressed her hands to her cheeks, discovering them red hot to her touch. “What did you see?”

  Kallen shifted position and stared over her shoulder at Matt. “I had planned on leaving you two alone, but I’m far more interested in staying. If you have a need for me, that is. More help hunting, that kind of thing.”