Finally, there was nothing left and Shao sat quietly, looking down, the empty bowl and chopsticks in his hands.
Jie watched him, not moving. He couldn’t help his own need to procrastinate. He didn’t feel quite ready for the next step...
Meg moved first. The way she inched closer to Shao caught Jie’s eye. He glanced up in time to see her hand smooth back Shao’s long hair.
The streak of jealousy heated Jie’s middle again and he looked at Meg’s face, unexpectedly trapped by the sympathetic way she looked at Shao.
“It’s all right, Shao.” Her soft voice was gentle enough to soothe the most agitated being, even Jie’s jealous monster. “No one will hurt you again. I promise.” Her hand left his hair and she gently retrieved the bowl and chopsticks from Shao, set the items on the cart.
She picked up a cloth napkin and leaned in to Shao. “Let me just clean you off,” she said softly and wiped Shao’s lips and beard as if he were a child rather than a grown man.
Her touch caused Shao’s eyes to darken again and Jie sensed the coiled tension of desire in the lang ren. Jie knew that Shao wanted to spring at her, launch his body onto hers, push her back and take her. Even if Shao had not been Jie’s other half, Jie would have known this, because it’s what he, himself, wanted to do to Meg, just about all the time.
Jie stood. His movement made Shao look up. Without speaking, Jie set his teacup on the cart and pushed it away before returning to the seating area. With both Shao and Meg watching him intently, he sank down on the sofa next to Meg.
Shao turned slowly, his gaze now riveted on Jie’s. To Jie’s surprise, there was far less fear now in the lang ren’s eyes. The look in them swirled with caution, desire, need, and a touch of challenge.
Shao shifted position. He folded his legs underneath him and then rose up on his knees.
Jie watched, tension coiled in his chest, for what Shao would do next.
To Jie’s surprise, Shao reached out, passed over Meg, and grasped Jie’s wrist.
Jie pulled back, but Shao fingers tightened. Shao trapped Jie’s gaze in his and he stared back at the lang ren, his own heart pounding again. Jie had an impulse to struggle, to free himself from Shao’s grasp, but as the moments passed, he felt his body relax, acquiesce, as if the same pulsing desires had passed through Shao’s hand into Jie’s body.
Jie surrendered. His arm relaxed in Shao’s hold. What would happen in the next moment he didn’t know. Life had shown him that anything was possible. “What are you doing?” he whispered to Shao.
Shao didn’t answer, not even a grunt and Jie glanced at Meg. She’d sunk back against the cushions, watching Shao. Her full breasts rose and fell with deep breaths and the scent of her arousal suddenly churned the air, heady and tangy.
In spite of his tension, Jie responded. His dragon came to life with hunger. The bulge grew, pushed against the front of his jeans. The arousal was so intense, his balls practically throbbed with swirling life. The life force he needed to return to Shao.
At first, Jie tried to fight his churning lust. His breath rasped tightly with the effort of struggle and his arm tensed again under Shao’s commanding pull. Jie’s dragon ached now and he could feel the head poking from its sheath to press with a demand of its own against his trousers. His body demanded Meg’s. The yin-soaked cavern between her thighs made him ache to bury his dragon deep inside her.
Shao drew Jie’s hand up and held it just above Meg’s breasts. Jie glanced at Shao. Shao narrowed his eyes and grunted softly. In the next second, Shao pushed down on Jie’s hand. One of Meg’s lush breasts filled Jie’s palm.
Shao grunted again and made Jie’s fingers close around the soft swell over Meg’s silk blouse.
Meg released a deep sigh and the scent of her yin rain surged, strong and hot as if someone were burning Meg-scented incense in the room. “Jie,” she whispered.
Jie stared down at her. Her pale skin was flushed, her soft lips parted, her eyelids heavy. Her soft look of aroused surrender reminded him of the first time he’d ever kissed her, the taste of her supple skin as he’d trailed his tongue up her arm, over her shoulder, onto her neck and then...
Shao’s hand closed over Jie’s, urged Jie to squeeze Meg’s breast in slow, tight circles. Shao’s own breathing rasped heavily, blended with Meg’s and Jie’s. If Jie had been concerned about the process of restoring Shao’s qi to him, he needn’t have.
The lang ren seemed to know exactly how to get his qi back.
Meg turned her head slightly and looked at Shao. She was so aroused, she could barely move. Her limbs, her bones, her insides had melted to quivering jelly and all she wanted was for both men to be inside her, take her, kiss her and lick her, their hands caressing and squeezing.
Shao hovered close to her on one side, Jie on the other. The warmth of both men’s breathing caressed her cheeks. Their combined scent, the musk of man and animal, filled her, caused her cinnabar cave to swell and throb, slippery and open with her juices.
Someone tugged at the frog closures of her blouse, frantically worked to get the pegs free of the tiny loops. It took another moment before she realized the hands were her own, desperate to free her breasts from their restraints and expose them to both pairs of hungry eyes and hands...and mouths.
Suddenly Jie was helping her. Shao had released his hand so that he could. Thank God. She couldn’t wait.
The blouse opened. Jie worked open the front latch of her bra, let her breasts spring free. The same yin rain that trickled from her between her thighs sent tingling energy into her belly and breasts. She arched her back, instinctively seeking the warm moist press of a mouth on her nipples.
She breathed heavily, waiting. Nothing happened. She heard Jie and Shao’s heavy breathing, felt their heated gazes on her bare breasts, but nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and looked at them. Her heavy-lidded gaze moved from one handsome face to the other, begging with her eyes. Why were they hovering like this, not touching her? Her body surged in protest.
In the soft lighting of the room, she saw Shao raise his hand not to her breast, but to Jie’s cheek. Shao slid his touch around Jie’s head and cupped the back of his neck. With a firm press, Shao pulled Jie down toward her breast. Shao seemed to know what was needed in order to restore the balance of yin and yang that had been stolen from him.
Meg saw Jie hesitate and glance at Shao. She sensed Jie’s resistance to Shao’s direction, mingled with his desire.
Shao grunted softly.
“Please, Jie,” she whispered. She arched her breasts upward again and Jie took one hardened peak between parted lips.
“Ohhh.” She couldn’t help the long sigh that escaped her when Jie’s moist hot mouth closed over her aching nipple. The flicker of his tongue over the tip sent icy heat through her breast, scattered sparks of pleasure through her body. Energy charged through her, rendered her completely pliant and needy. Her yin juices seeped mercilessly from her slit, soaking her panties.
She moaned softly, encouraged Jie to suck every bit of yin from her body that it could give. She tilted her head back against the cushions, her lips parted and arched her back more, pushed her breast deeper into Jie’s mouth.
Meg felt Jie surrender more with each second. Tension eased from his body and he suckled her nipple with increasing fervor. She felt his hand close gently over her other breast and squeeze it. She sighed and clasped his head, lost in the pleasure.
Gentle fingertips pinched and rolled her already-hardened nipple, and each pulse of pressure sent tingling heat into her sex. Jie’s free hand rested on her hip, over her clothing, close to where his erection pushed into her thigh.
A third hand caressed her cheek.
Shao. His fingertips brushed her skin in delicate yet fervent motions.
Oh...this was incredible. Meg sighed again; her body completely fell open in surrender.
Shao’s touch slid down to her throat, explored, savored her, while Jie’s tongue and lips
tugged her nipple harder, drew yin from her into him. His male yang fire heated the air around them, intensified the feral scent of man mixed with beast that permeated her senses.
Shao’s fingers skated back up, across the seam of her lips. She parted her lips and he pushed the tip of his index finger to her tongue, gave her a hint of his salty-sweet male taste.
She opened her lips wider, gulped at his finger to take it all the way in and suckle it, but he pulled it away. Instead, his fingertips landed on her other cheek, gently pressured her to turn her face toward his.
Just then, Jie lifted his mouth from her nipple and dragged his tongue over the fleshy swell of her breast, down into the valley of skin to her other breast. He stopped only when he’d reached her other nipple, taut and ready for his mouth. In the next second, he captured the sensitive bud between his lips, licked and suckled it with the same moist, heated fervor as he had the other one.
She moaned again. Another pair of lips captured the sound. Shao. His soft moustache and beard tickled her skin pleasantly. His lips, just like Jie’s, were full and ripe, masculine and delicious, his tongue hot and slippery as he tasted the soft insides of her mouth.
Shao’s scent and flavor filled her. She sighed and opened her lips wider to his kiss. As soon as she did, Shao tugged her tongue between his lips and suckled it, slid his lips up and down in tiny motions that imitated sex.
Gone was the lost boyish creature, replaced with a wild man whose hand slid down her arm and over onto her belly, trapped in the space between her body and Jie’s. Shao worked open the button on her pants and stole inside. His warm palm trailed fire across her sensitive skin.
She moaned again into his mouth and laced her fingers into his long sleek hair, fisted it, pulled his mouth tighter against hers while her other hand cradled Jie’s head, followed his movements as he suckled her.
Shao’s fingers raked through her pubic hair and slipped into the seeping crevice between her thighs. His fingertips found her engorged clit and caressed it in tiny circles. Icy heat tingled in the wake of his touch...so incredible. Shao stopped every few seconds and slid two thick fingers inside her, pushed deep, massaged the soft inner walls of her cave with hot eager fingertips.
Meg sighed deeply. Her body sagged further down on the cushions to allow Shao’s hand to pleasure her more freely.
Suddenly his hand wasn’t there. His fingers slipped away from her sweet spot, leaving a cruel absence. At the same time, he lifted his mouth from their kiss.
She stifled a cry and looked up, her gaze trapped by the dark arousal flushing his skin. His soft lips were parted and swollen from kissing her and he panted as he looked back down at her.
He grunted softly and pushed Jie’s shoulder.
Jie started and raised his mouth from Meg’s breast. He, too, was panting, obviously stunned by the interruption and his lips, like Shao’s were swollen and moist, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “What is it?” he breathed.
Shao leaned over, grasped the waist of Jie’s jeans and yanked.
Jie drew back, stared at him. “What?”
Meg looked back at Shao. She expected him to be cowed by Jie’s retreat. Instead, Shao grasped Meg’s pants and tugged, not seeming to understand the concept of the zipper. He grunted again and reached for Jie.
This time, the message was clear.
Jie hesitated. For several torturous moments, his gaze flickered back and forth between Meg and Shao. She held her breath, then saw his expression shift, eyes darken, hunger rise in them once again.
He nodded. “I understand.” Without another word, he undid his jeans, toed off his shoes and slipped everything off.
The sight of him naked in the soft lamplight sent desire rippling through Meg’s entire body. Every time she looked at Jie was like the first, struck always by the curves and slopes of his chiseled arm and chest muscles, the v-shape of his torso and the round hardness of his buttocks, thighs and calves. She couldn’t suppress a smile, feeling greedy and blissful, surrounded by Jie and Shao, both wanting her.
Jie knelt before her and pulled down her zipper, finishing what Shao had begun. Shao knelt beside her. His breath rasped heavily with want, his gaze riveted on her and Jie with expectant darkness. She understood then. Strange how the knowledge rose so clearly in her fevered mind. Shao needed her and Jie to come together, so he could harvest the qi generated by their combined energies.
A pleasant shiver coursed down her thighs as Jie slipped her lace panties and pants off in one movement. Qi or no qi, she wanted this desperately.
Jie tossed her clothing aside and settled between her spread thighs, his cock fully hard, the head smooth and taut, straining. The sight of silky reddish skin stretched over the veined muscle made Meg’s mouth water and she reached for Jie, slid her hands around him, pulled him onto her.
Jie’s hard dragon slid against her moist crevice. His shaft grazed her hot center.
She moaned, wanted him inside her so badly and rolled her hips to give him complete access. He nudged her slick opening with the head of his cock. She whispered his name and pulled him close.
“Meg,” he breathed and drove deep inside her with one smooth thrust.
Their bodies met again, this time with his cock buried to the hilt in her wet cave. Each tiny movement he made with his hips rubbed the inside of her passage with erotic friction.
Meg grasped Jie’s hips and ground her hips in rhythm to his. Each thrust ground her sweet spot, sweet icy heat that drove her closer to release. Her yin dew flowed, coated Jie’s cock, and energy coursed freely through her body. Every second of sheer pleasure brought her closer...
Jie thrust deep and hard, his rhythm fast, his breath in sharp gasps.
Meg threw her head back, lost completely in Jie, his scent, his cock inside her, his strong body on her.
He withdrew and plunged deep inside her again. That last hard thrust sent Meg over. She cried out and clutched Jie’s buttocks as she came. Her orgasm rippled through her lower body in blinding waves. In the throes of ecstasy, she felt lips claim hers. She thought Jie was kissing her but then felt the tickle of facial hair grazing her chin. Shao. Shao kissed her, his warm soft lips covered hers, drank in the abundant nectar of yin that swirled through her body.
She opened her lips wider, let him drink all he wanted while her hands still held Jie close. She dug her fingers into Jie’s hips, moved against him so that he’d come too.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock. The tiny movements pulled a groan from him. Jie thrust faster. “Meg,” he whispered, over and over. He groaned softly and tensed. His dragon throbbed inside her, preparing to release its seed.
She squeezed.
Jie cried out and plunged deep, his hands braced on the cushions by her thighs. He pushed against her, body tense. Meg felt his dragon empty its yang cloud deep inside her. Then Jie released a long, deep breath and collapsed gently on top of her.
Meg put her arms around his sweating, strong torso. His damp skin fused to hers. She closed her eyes and rested her lips in the curve of his neck, breathed in his musky aroma. Pressing her lips to his shoulder, she feathered the tip of her tongue on his salty male skin.
A hand smoothed over her brow. She looked up.
Shao’s face hovered close to hers. His breath was sweet from their mingled kiss, but his eyes still burned with need. His desire rippled in the air around them and tension simmered from his touch.
Meg’s breath caught softly and her body hummed with the renewal of desire. One thing was abundantly clear:
Shao wasn’t finished with her.
Chapter Five
Jie lifted his body away from Meg’s. His softening dragon slipped from her moist cave. Now was always the moment when he lay down and pulled her lush body against his, breathing in her sweet yin aroma.
This time was different, of course. Shao hovered over both of them, his eyes burning with sexual hunger. The lang ren’s breath rasped loudly and he breathed heavily. Shao�
��s presence crackled with virile life and Jie caught his breath. The moment he’d worried about was now here. Now he struggled to remember that Shao was not a separate man, another man who simply wanted to release his desire on the woman Jie loved.
Jie stared at Shao, his own emotions warring inside him.
Shao glanced at Jie. Shao’s expression took on a pained look and he whimpered.
Meg sat up and reached out to Shao. Jie fought back the impulse to grasp her wrist and keep her from touching Shao. Her hand landed gently on Shao’s cheek. Jie frowned. She seemed to understand better than Jie what was needed.
Meg’s touch seemed to affect Shao deeply. Desire once again darkened Shao’s eyes and he slipped off the couch, lowered himself on his knees to the floor. To Jie’s shock, Shao reached out, his hand landing on Jie’s hip, the pressure of his hand bidding him to move away from between Meg’s thighs.
Sudden anger burned in Jie’s face and chest. “What is he -- ”
“Jie, I love you.” She leaned into him and kissed him. The tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips bid them apart.
He responded, opened to her, and slid his tongue softly against hers. Her gentle kiss melted his tension away and he rested his open mouth against hers. Their mingled breaths passed back and forth until Jie no longer felt a drop of apprehension.
Finally, she pulled away and looked at him, her eyes soft with love. “You’ll never be healed until you let it happen,” she said gently. “Shao needs to draw out the yang you’ve given me.”
Jie stared at her. “How do you know this?”
Shao had moved closer, not relinquishing the pressure of his hand on Jie’s hip. Jie felt the mixture of plea and command in the touch.
“I don’t know exactly,” Meg said softly. “I just know.”
Her large almond shaped eyes, deep and simmering, entranced him. Through her look he remembered the truths he’d understood earlier that evening. The memory allowed his possessiveness to subside and he rose up and sank down on the sofa next Meg, allowed Shao to take his place between her spread thighs.
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