by Devyn Quinn
Callie quickly shook her head. She’d come this far. Now she had to see the night through, go wherever the coming events might take her. “No, it’s fine. I’d like to meet them.”
At that moment she knew there would be no turning back. She’d been the first to take her contact with Iollan to a sexual level, well before she’d been given official sanction to proceed in such a manner. Not exactly a stranger to sex with multiple partners, she found the idea of spending the night with three handsome men wasn’t exactly unappealing.
“Excellent.” His hand slipped into hers. An unexpected spark shot between them.
A rush of excitement flooded her veins, assuring her she’d made the right decision. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t quell her incredible attraction to Iollan Drake. Forbidden fruit was the sweetest, most satisfying. She had to take a bite of the apple, poison or not.
Both men stood as she and Iollan approached, comfortable and unself-conscious in their nudity. She tried not to stare at the muscular, fine-planed lengths of their bodies. Impossible. Neither modesty nor embarrassment moved them to reach for cover.
Twins, they were very fair with long blond hair and full mouths. Both were lithe, tall and lean with narrow waists and strong muscular legs. Both men had the same bright copper eyes as Iollan. But their physical resemblance to Iollan ended there. They looked nothing like brothers.
Without trying to seem obvious, Callie’s gaze strayed lower. As for the rest of them…Both were well hung. Flaccid, their cocks were impressive. Magnificent, even. Her tongue found the inside of her cheek. She could do a lot with those, and she looked forward to trying.
Iollan made the introductions. “Calista,” he said, nodding toward the twin on the left. “This is Toryn.”
Looking at the two men, Callie knew she was in deep. Though the twins shared a resemblance, each man appeared unique. In fact, the twins were stunning. If forced, she’d be pressed to make a choice as to which one she found more attractive.
Intense awareness throbbed through her, keeping perfect rhythm with her hammering heart. All three were yummy enough to eat up with a spoon. Not that she planned to use a spoon if given the chance to get a little taste of the twins.
Toryn’s large hand claimed hers, offering a familiar squeeze. “A pleasure, my lady.”
“And this,” Iollan continued, “is Cadyn.”
Cadyn, too, took her hand. “An honor,” he said, bending and pressing his lips to her palm in a courtly kiss. “Our brother has told us much about his chosen.”
Callie’s brows rose. “Is that so?” She glanced to Iollan. “I had no idea.”
Iollan’s grin was shy. “You must forgive my bragging.”
Toryn clapped his brother on the shoulder. “And brag he has. We’ve heard nothing but praise of your beauty and charm since he laid eyes upon you.”
A bit embarrassed, Callie demurred. Hair in a tangle, cheeks reddened from the night’s wind, and dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt, she didn’t think she looked beautiful or even remotely attractive. “He flatters me in a most unjust manner.”
A glimmer of mischief lit Cadyn’s eyes. “I assure you, my brother offers no praise unless it is due.” He gave a little wink. “Trust me when I say his words are more than true. I admire—and envy—his choice. If you are ever unhappy with his attention, I will be glad to make up for his grievous failings.”
As if she needed reminding of Iollan Drake’s potent lovemaking.
Callie’s pulse unexpectedly shifted into high gear. Need throbbed between her legs. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Iollan’s hand slipped around her waist, giving a reassuring squeeze. His touch was somehow comforting. Nervousness began to fade. “Don’t listen to him. He’s smug in his arrogance, perhaps the reason no woman will put up with him.”
Cadyn laughed. “Not arrogance. Confidence.”
Iollan held out a hand, shooing his hovering brothers away. “Easy, boys. Don’t scare her on her first night.”
“Of course,” Toryn said agreeably. “What she needs is a drink to calm her nerves, then a good long soak. Sit, and I will do the honors.” He headed to a low table. A crystal carafe and glasses were arranged on a beautiful, gold platter. Two glasses were filled and duly delivered. “The best batch I’ve brewed yet, if I do say so myself.”
Callie sat down on the love seat he indicated, settling back on its cushions. She accepted a glass filled almost to the brim with a dark rich liquid. It didn’t seem like anything she’d ever imbibed before. It looked strangely murky. “Thank you.”
Though the others drank, she hesitated. “What is it?”
“Mead.” Licking his lips after quaffing a healthy mouthful, Cadyn smiled. “Honey wine.”
Callie lifted her glass, sniffing. “I’ve never had mead before.”
Seeing her hesitation, Toryn rolled his eyes. “It’s very popular, actually. Though you can buy it, I prefer to make my own. The ingredients are simple, little more than honey, yeast, and water. Truly the nectar of the gods.”
“You’re in for a treat,” Iollan broke in. “Toryn makes it dark and sweet, with a hint of cinnamon and clove.”
Callie sipped, rolling the rich sweet drink over her tongue before swallowing. It tasted wonderful. She took a larger drink, and then another. The next thing she knew her glass was empty. She didn’t protest when Toryn offered a refill. Somehow time crept by and her glass had emptied again. Odd. She didn’t remember drinking it. Her brain felt mired, as if her senses were suddenly wrapped in a layer of cotton.
Sitting beside her, Iollan laid a hand on her arm. “You’d better take it easy,” he warned, shooting a wry glance at Toryn. “Mead is much stronger than it tastes.”
Darkness bubbled around the edges of her mind, like gray angry storm clouds building on the horizon. She felt a little dizzy. Hitting her empty stomach and then her bloodstream, the mead had triple the effect. Her head started to spin, the room around her whirling deliciously. “I’m beginning to think so.”
Helpful hands settled on her shoulders, strong fingers working the tense areas around her neck. “Perhaps you’d enjoy a little massage and a dip in the water,” Cadyn suggested.
Slipping the glass from her hand, Toryn reached to help her stand. “Come on, girl. We’ll take good care of you.”
For an instant nothing existed except a vast dark void. Callie felt dazed, dizzied, weightless, floating in a pleasant haze. If Toryn let go of her now, she’d fall flat on her ass. “What are you going to do?”
“They’re going to make you ready.” Iollan settled back, obviously comfortable with the idea.
She giggled. “For what?”
He eyed her from head to foot. “For me.”
Addled from the potent drink, Callie smiled agreeably. “Cool. Sounds good to me.”
“I’m glad you agree.” Swooping in from behind, Cadyn swept her up in his arms, depositing her on a nearby stool covered with crushed green velvet. “Steady now,” he breathed in her ear. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Callie gazed up into his mesmerizing eyes. “Promise?”
Smiling, Toryn joined them. “You’ll get only the gentlest of care. All the pleasure you can imagine lies within us. We only want to share that with you.”
His words struck a chord deep in her core, unwittingly augmenting her already insatiable appetite for debauchery. The heavens above had just handed over the chance to fulfill her secret heart’s desire: sex with these three gorgeous men. She had no doubt they were most skillful in intimate play. Her excitement built as she imagined their touch on her skin.
Caught in the snare of her most delicious fantasy, Callie made no protest when two sets of male hands reached for her, tugging at her in a familiar way.
“Take it easy,” Cadyn breathed, moving behind her. His warm fingers worked at her T-shirt, easing the thin material out of her tight jeans. “Can’t get into the water in your clothes.”
Callie relaxed, content t
o go with the flow. She lifted her arms, allowing him to take her top off. His firm fingers grazed the skin on her back as her tight sports bra followed, leaving her nude from the waist up.
Toryn knelt in front of her. Seeing him so close, she noticed a series of small scars riddled his neck, shoulders, and abdomen. Untying her boot laces, he slid them off and set them aside. He smiled up at Callie. “Your jeans next, please.”
Callie stood. Wobbling, she placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
Toryn undid the top button and slid down the zipper, watching with eager eyes as they peeled away from her hips. He tugged them down, panties and all.
Naked, Callie tried not to tremble. She wasn’t cold or nervous, but untapped desire had given her the shivers. Her breasts stood pert, her nipples pebbled with excitement. Her pubic mound was hairless, shaved as slick as a whistle.
Sandwiched between two men opened up hundreds of possibilities. Toryn took her breasts in his hands and squeezed as if testing their weight and size. “Nice,” he murmured.
Callie blushed to the roots of her hair. “Thanks.”
“May I?”
“Of course.” The words escaped before she’d considered saying them.
“Thank you.” Toryn’s head dipped low, tongue swirling around one pink nipple.
Caught in the moment Callie ran her hands through Toryn’s thick hair, pushing her nipple deeper. A lusty moan broke from her lips. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “That feels so good.”
“Looks like you’ll have to work to satisfy her,” Iollan chuckled.
Straightening up, Toryn placed a light kiss on her lips. Then, kissing the valley between Callie’s breasts, his mouth moved to the other nipple. He suckled it slowly, exploring the soft ridge with his tongue.
“And we shall try.” Cadyn’s hands came into the action, parting her ass cheeks.
Callie stiffened when his tongue probed deep, making contact with her anus.
He chuckled, giving one round cheek a playful bite. “This ass isn’t virgin.” Diving in, he licked in long slow strokes, tasting and enjoying.
Trying to contain the wild impressions careening through her skull, Callie started to tremble, body shuddering as the twins pleasured her with their mouths. Each slow, wet sweep of two sets of tongues sent her higher into the stratosphere. The scent around them was wild, musky, and hot. Between her thighs, her clit was swollen and pulsing, ready for action.
Just as she was about to peak, she heard Iollan’s amused laugh. “Slow down, brothers. Take it easy and let her get used to the idea there will be three men to serve her pleasure tonight.”
“He just wants you to himself,” Toryn whispered in a conspiratorial tone.
“I found her first,” Iollan reminded with a laugh.
Caught up in having her clothes so delightfully shucked off, Callie hadn’t even noticed Iollan had discarded his own.
Grin as saucy as his body was sleek, Iollan sauntered toward the Jacuzzi, giving a nice view of his delectable ass in motion while he descended into the water’s depths.
With a twin escort on each side, Callie moved toward the water, making sure she kept her footing on the slick steps. As she descended, warm water bubbled around her. A long hot soak was just what she needed to ease the stiffness of her earlier exercise. The twins returned to their towels, stretching out to watch the love play commence.
Iollan’s gaze grazed her with admiration. His lips curved into an appreciative smile. “You look beautiful.”
Callie’s heart beat furiously, driven by unbound desire. “I still can’t believe you want me.” Breath catching in her throat, she felt need warring inside her soul, so strong it both consumed and unnerved her. She raked her bottom lip with her teeth.
“More than my life.” He opened his arms, closing her in his strong embrace.
Callie nestled against his chest, the touch made all the sweeter by the steamy dampness of his skin. Her hand gripped his back, sliding sinuously over powerfully rippling muscle.
Iollan’s lips pressed against her brow. “Sure about this, love?” He traced her slender body with warm palms, slipping them beneath the water that only half-covered her ass. Pulling her tightly against him, he barely managed to assuage the ache between her thighs.
The thrill of his caress went clear to her toes. Tipping her head back, her teeth grazed his chin. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, voice sweet and thick as sun-warmed honey.
“An hour away from you was an hour too long.” Hands sliding to her hips, his lips came down on hers. Their kiss didn’t start out slowly. Seeking and demanding, his tongue swept past her lips in a silent message. He might share her with his brothers, but in the end Callie would belong to him and him alone.
A shiver of anticipation traveled through her, ushering in that familiar heat of desire. As the sensations of arousal spread, sheer undiluted pleasure rolled through her. Her clit ached with the need to experience the pleasing slide of his fingers, mouth, and cock. Her thighs were taut, the water between her legs sensuously mixing with the liquid warmth flowing from her hungry depth. The muscles deep inside her core contracted, anticipating penetration.
Using only the tips of his fingers, Iollan traced over her chin, down her neck, to her breasts. His touch was light, sensual. “Speak to me, Calista. Tell me what you want.”
“Everything.” Her voice was breathy, slow from the effects of the potent drink.
He held her tighter, giving a longer, slower kiss. “I promise I’ll do that.” Gripping her bare waist, he dipped his head and his tongue snaked out, circling one delicate bud. His voice grew playful. “But where to start. Here”—he suckled softly at the tip, teasing with soft nips, then drawing on it with all the sexually charged intent in his muscular body—“or perhaps here.” His hand covered her other breast.
Skin flushing, feeling suddenly too tight to fit over her bones, she sighed beneath his touch. “Mmm. Touch me everywhere.”
“Tonight we will please you in every way.” Iollan’s hand slid down her belly, urging her legs apart. His caressed her clit with slow, deliberate flicks.
Callie moaned her answer, biting her lip as he made circles around her clit with his wet finger before slowly penetrating her tight, slick pussy. Imagining three cocks in action caused her to shudder in delight. “Careful,” she warned between gritted teeth. “I’ll come right now.”
Iollan lazily nuzzled the side of her neck. Her pulse beat frantically beneath her skin as he savored her softness. “And that would be bad because?” He nibbled at her lips as though enjoying a cherry Popsicle. “Tonight we will take you to a place you’ve never been before.”
Slipping in another finger, Iollan slowly pumped into Callie’s depths. He pressed deep inside her with a slowness and sureness of purpose. He gently pinched one nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Callie whimpered. Her hips undulated faster, in time to his thrusts. The feel of his mouth and hands, of firm wet skin against wetter skin, was almost more than her senses could stand. She wouldn’t last long against the vibrations building deep inside, igniting every nerve in her core.
Other deeper moans and sighs of gratification mingled with hers. She didn’t have to look to know the twins were engaged in a little mutual masturbation. The idea that they were hitting their peaks watching her get off sent her mercury soaring. She’d never felt so desired, so female, and so powerful in her sexuality.
With a groan of surrender, she grasped his fingers with her taut inner muscles, beginning a climax so powerful she feared she might pass out. An eruption of pleasure turned her muscles into taut electrified cords, tightening with tension. Climax grabbed her clit and held on, every inch of her body clenching as hot fire traveled up her spine. In short order she was gasping for breath in the same rhythm as a stormy night’s wind. Crying out, she began to shake, fingernails raking his shoulders. Savoring the exhilaration, she groaned, the last coherent sound she was capable of making.
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p; Iollan held her, letting her tremble until every last ounce of strength had been wrung from her body. Still quivering with gratification, Callie drew a breath when his fingers slid from her sex. She wasn’t ready to be empty.
He grinned. “That should get you started.”
Callie struggled to find her sanity. “Not nearly enough,” she gasped. “I want more. A lot more.”
Iollan clucked his tongue. “I thought you would be insatiable.”
12
Hovering at the edges of the Jacuzzi, the twins swooped into motion. Producing a thick towel, Cadyn grinned and held it open for her. “Better get you dry first.”
Callie giggled as strong male hands claimed her, guiding her out of the water. “As if that’s possible.” Like a newly anointed goddess, she was rosy from the heat of the water and her delicious orgasm.
Cadyn knelt. Beginning at Callie’s feet, he worked the towel over one calf, then the other, up her legs, between her thighs, over the soft curve of her rear, her waist, breasts, and shoulders.
A soft sigh escaped Callie’s parted lips. A moment later every inch of her was dry. “Thank you.” The timbre of her voice had changed slightly, into a smoky female purr of contentment. Pride in her taut firm body held her posed a moment longer than necessary. She felt no embarrassment whatsoever that they’d watched her take her pleasure.
Cadyn gave a courtly nod. “Only the beginning, my lady.” He spread out a fresh towel. “Lie here and Toryn will give you a relaxing rubdown.”
She dropped to her knees and stretched out on her stomach. Toryn swooped in with a fragrant body oil. His deft hands went into fabulous motion, working her shoulders and neck with skill.
Callie sighed, pillowing her head on her hands. Iollan lifted himself out of the water, sitting a couple of feet from her head. He reached out, stroking damp hair off her forehead.
“Feel good?”
She smiled. “God, yes. This is heaven.”
He stroked over her cheek and jaw. “All for you and no other woman,” he murmured.
