Christophe spoke. “I will take you. Both of you.” He raised his gaze to Andia's.
Andia fell to her knees and gripped them both hard. “I will take you. Both of you.” The audience around them was quiet, almost dead silent.
Zevon reached in his pocket and took out his gifts to them. He'd thought long and hard about what he wanted to give them after all they'd given him.
For so long, he'd been alone, content to be his own man without strings or the responsibility of love. Even the years he spent with Christophe had been easy because of their clandestine relationship.
Once Andia had joined with them, he couldn't deny the parts of himself he'd hidden away. She forced him to face his fear, and Christophe forced him to face his need. They gave him the gift of patience, of love, of companionship he didn't even know he desperately wanted until they gave it to him.
He wanted to give them the universe with a bow on it. Not one to voice the words, he could only find the one gift that might grant it.
Inside two small boxes were Placidian Stars. It had taken him months to locate and purchase them. He thought it was appropriate to give the gifts to them now, on Placido, as they demonstrated their love for each other.
When Christophe opened his, he pressed his lips together and blinked. “Well, this makes the Dormrelian porn I got you seem a little silly."
Several people chuckled, and Zevon stroked Christophe's face. “You've already given me everything I want, Chris."
"I already got the only wish I ever wanted,” Andia said.
Zevon brushed a strand of her now dark hair away from her face. “You wished me back to life, Mistress. I would like to give you something for yourself."
"That was for me,” she insisted, her hands clenched around the box. “You both are all I ever needed."
He blindly reached out and crushed her to him, his mouth on hers, his only thought to connect to her. He broke the kiss to demand the same response from Christophe. When they were both breathless and aroused, he rose to his feet.
"Wish later,” he stated. “Now we will show our new neighbors the depth of our love."
He retrieved the boxes and placed them on the banquet table. It surprised him to see tears and smiles on the faces around him. They truly had found their home.
When he turned back to the two people he loved, he gathered his energy, focused it, let it flow through him. Once Andia had said she wanted his mean side, his darker self. Tonight he felt comfortable letting that side take the reins.
"Face to the floor,” he snapped, and his lovers complied.
He strode closer, noted Andia wasn't touching the floor with her cheek, and tsk-tsked. “Andia, I am disappointed,” he said in a hard voice. “When I say face to the floor, I mean it."
Without another word, he yanked the hem of her dress up and revealed Andia's sexy thong beneath. “Don't you dare move,” he snarled.
The belt Andia had used on Christophe lay draped over one of the chairs, and Zevon snapped it when he folded the straps together. Andia jumped, anticipating.
"Christophe, get up and put your cock in Andia's mouth.” Ah, his lover hesitated. And with good reason. Andia's response to the pain of the belt was to bite. Zevon was pretty sure Andia would contain herself. Pretty sure.
Christophe's pants had already been half-off, so he kicked them to the side and stepped in front of Andia. He looked down at her, and she lifted her head, opening her mouth and taking him deep. The strained expression on Christophe's face was stunning, arousing.
When Zevon flicked the belt lightly over Andia's ass, she moaned. He increased the pressure, the strikes becoming harder, faster. Twice he stopped and slid his finger inside her cunt, reveling in her hot, wet response. Her hips rose in response, begging for more.
He straddled her ass, using the length of the belt between her legs to rub her clit, to drive her closer to the edge. Then he threw the belt aside and used his hand on her reddened flesh.
The way her ass glowed and sweat gathered on her curved spine made his dick strain. His pants long gone from when Christophe had sucked on him, his cock pressed against the seam of Andia's ass.
Tonight he wanted to slide into her pussy. Tonight he wanted to share her completely with Christophe. His mate mark throbbed, glowing on his inner thigh. He stepped back and grabbed a chair.
"Christophe,” he called. His lover focused on him. “Come here."
Christophe slowly slid his cock out of Andia's mouth and walked stiff-legged to the chair. Zevon jerked his head, and Christophe sat. “Andia, sit on top of him, facing me. And hold those tits out so I can see them."
When she didn't move fast enough, he whacked her on her butt with his hand, and she squealed. “I want his dick in your cunt. Do it."
She straddled Christophe, and Zevon watched as her pussy clasped his cock. Christophe groaned and dropped his head back.
"Don't you dare come,” Zevon snarled.
"Z, please,” Christophe begged.
Zevon smiled. He didn't think he could wait either. He leaned over them and bent his knees so he could slam inside Andia's sweet channel.
She screamed as he filled her, drove her higher. His hands were all over her breasts, and his teeth sank into her skin. He gripped Christophe's hands and placed them on her tits. He threaded his fingers through Christophe's hair and crushed Andia's face into his chest as he pounded his lips against Chris's.
Andia bucked and jerked between them. “Please, Master,” she called out, her voice muffled by his chest. “I need to come."
He broke the kiss with Christophe to thrust deeper inside her. “No."
"Z,” she whimpered.
"No."
She snarled at him, tried to bite him. In response, he dipped his hand down and stroked her clit. She hissed in a breath. “Damn you. Fuck.” She shifted, trying to get away from his wicked hand.
But his own orgasm gathered, and he didn't think he could hold out. “You come when we come,” he demanded.
"Yes! Yes!” she agreed and twisted beneath him.
The friction of her pussy and Christophe's dick drove him closer and closer to the edge. He slammed deep inside her and shouted to both of them. “Now, come now!"
The frenetic noise filled his ears, and the intensity buzzed through his head. The squeeze of her orgasm wrapped both his and Christophe's cocks in warmth. Christophe's explosion filled her, but Zevon's cum added more, dripping down her thighs.
He loved the unique smell of the three of them. It was the only thing he couldn't get enough of. Tears glittered in Andia's eyes. He wiped them away and kissed her gently. He stroked Christophe's hair. “Perfect. You both are perfect."
Later, when all the festivities were over and they were alone, Andia and Christophe both studied their gifts, the Stars.
"I wish...” Andia frowned. “What can I wish for our baby?” she asked them both.
The three of them were sitting on the floor, a favorite pastime. Christophe leaned down and kissed her bare foot. “Why not wish that she find fulfilling love, as we have?"
Her smile was brilliant. “I wish our child will find love, unselfish love, amazing love, the way that we have."
The blue light filled the room and focused on Andia's belly. Stars twinkled, and a rumbling sounded beneath them. There truly was some power on the planet.
"What about you?” Zevon asked Christophe.
Christophe smiled and made his wish. “I wish that every Christmas will be as happy as this one."
The light in the room blazed, a warm indigo color filling every corner of their temporary home.
Zevon sensed the planet's approval. He bent down and pressed his lips to Andia's other foot. “Merry Christmas, Mistress Ball Breaker."
She placed a hand on both his and Christophe's head. “Merry Christmas, prisoners."
So long ago, hope had seemed lost. Zevon gazed at the Mistress who was both owned by him and owned him. Then he glanced at the man who submitted to them both.
How it happened, he didn't know. But Zevon was determined to make every moment count. He didn't need a star. He wished it.
The room filled with blue light, startling all three of them. “What's that?” Christophe asked.
Zevon smiled. “I think Placido just gave me a Christmas present. It let me wish upon a Star."
"What did you wish for?” Andia asked.
"You'll see,” Zevon answered.
THE END
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Loose Id Titles by Jennifer Leeland
The MARKED Series
Marked for Pleasure
Marked for Desire
Marked for Danger
Marked for Surrender
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Jennifer Leeland
I never considered myself a writer...
I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to sneak them from my mother's bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. I loved to write but never thought about becoming an author.
In 2003, a profound experience changed that. My mother showed me a manuscript written by my father. No one had ever seen it. No agent. No editor. No one. He died in 2002 never realizing his dream to be a published author. Would that would be my fate? Would I always keep my writing hidden, unseen, unread? I vowed that I would at least try.
It has been a fabulous journey. I have a special relationship with my characters, who both annoy me and inspire me. And yes, they talk to me. In the shower. In the car. When I'm trying to sleep. Many have asked me why I write erotic romance. Believe me, it would probably be easier to write something my mom could tell her friends about. But I love the emotion, the conflict, the possibilities contained in erotic romance. When I read, I want to indulge in fantasies. I hope I can do the same for others.
I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on occasion, and my two dirt-faced Okie kids in the Northern California boonies.
Web site: www.jenniferleeland.com
Blog: jenniferleeland.wordpress.com
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Loose Id Titles by Jennifer Leeland
Jennifer Leeland
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