Mortal Temptations

by Allyson James

  His tongue dipped between her breasts, lapping the sweat there. The bra kept him from touching her skin, but his leopard tongue found where her nipples pointed through the fabric. The licking aroused her nipples even more, and she tried to push him away again.

  “No, I really can’t do this.”

  But you’re enjoying it. His nose wrinkled like he was laughing.

  “No, I’m severely horny, and Andreas is hot.”

  You like Andreas, do you?

  Her face heated. “No. He’s rude and domineering, and everything a strong woman hates.” She sighed. “I wish he weren’t so damn hot.”

  I’ll tell him.

  “You’ll do no such thing . . . What am I saying? This is a weird, kinky dream, and I still can’t believe I’m having it.”

  He thinks you’re sexy.

  She burst out laughing. “Now I know this is a dream. I’m a major geek. No man thinks I’m sexy.”

  Andreas does, he said softly. Sleep now, Rebecca.

  She tried to resist the command, but her eyes grew heavy, the dream drifting away. The leopard dissolved like smoke, and the next thing she knew, the sun was up. She lay on the floor with her blouse open, and Isis the cat was staring at her with curious green eyes.

  PATRICIA swam to wakefulness, smelling coffee brewing and sausage frying downstairs. Delicious.

  She was pleasantly tired, every muscle relaxed, her sexual play with Nico having left her contented to the deepest part of herself. She wasn’t sure what she’d liked better: his feathers warm and soft all over her nakedness, his skillful tongue and hands, or just touching his lovely large cock.

  They hadn’t had full sex, not him inside her, which both surprised and delighted her. She’d never known a man and woman could have so much fun without actual intercourse.

  She felt his warm weight beside her and smiled as she opened her eyes. Except the eyes that looked back at her weren’t sinful dark brown but ice blue.

  9

  PATRICIA stifled a shriek. Andreas had stretched out next to her not wearing a stitch, his gaze that of a bad-tempered leopard.

  “Damn it, Andreas, this is my bed.”

  He rolled half onto her, his body hard and heavy. “You want me here.”

  She put up her hands, but instead of pushing him away, her treacherous fingers caressed his shoulders. “No, I don’t.”

  “I’ve been trying to avoid coming to you, even distracting myself watching over pretty Dr. Trimble. But you’re thinking it, Patricia. You’re thinking, What would it be like with both of them?”

  Her face heated, but she couldn’t deny the forbidden fantasies dancing around in her brain. “I don’t want to hurt Nico. I don’t want to be like that.”

  “He already knows. He told me this morning he knew it was time for you to take it to the next level.”

  Anger stirred in spite of her excitement. “I’m so glad the two of you decided for me.”

  His smile turned feral. “You decided, Patricia. We only watch . . . and wait.”

  “I don’t want to hurt Nico,” she repeated stubbornly.

  Nico’s voice came from the doorway. “You won’t.”

  He walked inside, fully dressed, then shut and locked the door behind him. He looked not at all angry or dismayed that Andreas was there, though some suppressed emotion flickered across his face.

  Staying dressed, Nico climbed onto the big bed and lay down on the other side of her. “What do you want him to do?”

  Patricia’s limbs felt watery and cold, her body hot and shivery at the same time. Andreas’s breath warmed her face, the firm muscles of his arm heavy on her shoulder.

  On her other side, Nico was all that was protective. She liked the feel of his jeans and shirt against her bare skin. Having a man on either side of her was an unfamiliar, delicious pleasure.

  “Am I really doing this?” she asked in wonder.

  “You are,” Andreas said.

  Nico laid his hand on her abdomen, once again the smiling, sinful, seductive Nico. “Give in to what you truly need, love. What do you want us to do?”

  Patricia took a deep breath. Her most buried fantasies, the ones that made her blush and wonder if she was quite normal, started knocking for her attention. Nico’s question loosened the desires that she’d wanted to fulfill for a long, long time but never imagined she’d have the chance. Now two men were at her service, their gold chains meaning she could ask them to do anything she wanted.

  “I want Andreas licking my pussy,” she said rapidly, “while I suck on your cock.”

  Andreas’s blue eyes sparkled. “That’s an arrangement I can take.”

  Nico smiled like a wine steward pleased with a patron’s choice. Then his look turned as feral as Andreas’s, and he ripped the covers from Patricia’s body.

  Patricia was still naked and damp from their play, and she’d slept hard. “Not yet,” she gasped. “I have to shower.”

  Andreas rolled away from her, conceding. “We can do this in the shower.”

  “If it’s a big enough shower,” Nico added.

  “We can scrub her down, anyway.” Andreas sauntered into the bathroom, morning sunshine through the blinds’ slats throwing stripes across his body.

  “Nico,” Patricia began.

  He was on his feet, his hand at his fly. “Go,” he said, his dark eyes shuttered. He didn’t want to talk; he wanted to do.

  Patricia scrambled out of bed and scurried into the bathroom, where Andreas had already turned on the water. The bathtub was a long whirlpool tub with a showerhead above it. It was large enough for two; a tight fit for three.

  “It’s warm,” Andreas announced. “In you go.” He snatched Patricia off her feet and easily deposited her in the shower.

  His big body was warm and already wet. She hadn’t liked Andreas at first, but she’d begun to warm to him. He was as trapped in all this as Nico, and his bad temper stemmed from that. Now her warmth for him was turning volcanic.

  Nico walked into the bathroom, unclothed, as Andreas slid to his knees in front of Patricia. Andreas snatched a cake of soap from the holder and started to rub it over her thighs and pussy.

  There was a second bar of soap on the counter in a box. Nico tore it open and dropped the little boutique soap on his large palm. He reached into the shower and smoothed the bar over Patricia’s back and shoulders.

  The double massage felt wonderful. Patricia leaned her head back, letting the shower wet her hair, and Nico moved his hand to soap down her breasts.

  “Every woman’s dream,” she murmured. “Two gorgeous men washing me all over.”

  Andreas chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”

  Patricia hummed in her throat as four hands, slick with soap, moved over her breasts, her nipples, her clit. “I don’t think the innkeeper would be too thrilled with us having a noisy threesome in her best guest room. Not to mention Rebecca. We don’t want Dr. Trimble to run away in disgust.”

  “They’ll never hear us,” Andreas said.

  “No? I’m sure sound carries in this old house.”

  Nico laughed softly. “We do have some powers, love. The ability to mask sounds to give us some privacy is the least of them.”

  Patricia shivered, despite the hot water, wondering what some of their greater powers were.

  They both stopped soaping her and rinsed her off, then Andreas bent forward and started licking her nipples. She groaned, and Nico leaned forward to catch the sound on his lips.

  The layout of the bathroom prevented them from enacting her scenario, so Andreas shut off the water, and the two of them dried her off and carried her back into the bedroom. There Nico sat her on a chair, and she tentatively spread her legs.

  Andreas sent her a dark smile as he sat back on his heels in front of her. The shower had darkened his white black hair and dotted his shoulders with beads of water. He didn’t seem to care as he leaned down and fastened his mouth on her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” Patrici
a moaned. While her mouth was still open, Nico bumped it with his cock.

  She turned her head and seized it with her lips.

  Nico made a soft noise in his throat and rocked back on his heels. His fists rested on his thighs, brown skin tight.

  Patricia loved the way he tasted. She remembered what she’d told him she’d do in the car: take him into her mouth and feel every inch with her tongue, while she cupped his balls with her hands. She ran her fingers up the base of the cock to his balls, which hung tight and heavy between his legs.

  Andreas proved he was the master of the tongue. He pressed her thighs open with strong hands and buried his face in her, his mouth doing all kinds of wonderful things. He was going to take her over the top in no time, and she wanted to come at the same time Nico did.

  She mimicked the movement of Andreas’s tongue with her own on Nico. He moaned and jerked, and then she felt his hands in her hair. She liked him caressing her, showing her that he liked what she did.

  She couldn’t believe she had two men pleasuring her. She, Patricia Lake, who felt more at home with bits and pieces of the past than with living beings of the present, was having two men at the same time. This had to be some giddy, wonderful dream.

  She held on to Nico’s cock with one hand, and with the other, ran her fingers through Andreas’s hair. His hair was sleek and soft, probably like his leopard’s coat.

  Andreas certainly knew how to give pleasure. He alternately suckled her clit and licked it, nibbled lightly with his teeth, and tickled with his thumbs. When she feared she’d climax too fast, he slowed down; then, just when she’d caught her breath, he’d suckle her again and have her crying out.

  “Patricia, love.” Nico’s voice was throaty.

  Patricia was too far gone to sort out her feelings, but she knew she wished the love to be true.

  Andreas suddenly sped up his attack, licking and suckling hard and fast. The room seemed to spin, nothing certain but Andreas’s mouth on her and hers on Nico.

  In a masterpiece of timing, Andreas had her hips rising with her climax just as Nico groaned and shot his seed into her mouth. Then Nico was pumping into her, stroking her hair and moaning her name while Andreas’s mouth drove her climax on and on.

  When things quieted, she opened her eyes and found Nico looking straight at her, his gaze so intense with emotion that she nearly melted off the chair. He quickly masked his expression and picked up a towel to gently dab her mouth clean.

  Andreas sat back, his blue eyes wicked. “There. One fantasy, come true.”

  “Maybe she has another.” Nico could make her hot and bothered with just his voice. Patricia should be sated—Andreas had done such a fine job—but she found her heart speeding at his suggestion.

  Andreas laughed at her. “I think she does.”

  Andreas’s cock was huge, sticking out of a thatch of dark hair, nice and hard. Nico beside her was only half deflated and growing again with the thought that she might want to do something else.

  What Patricia wanted she barely dared let herself think. But something about the atmosphere around Nico and Andreas, something about their auras, electrified the passions she hid in her heart.

  “Don’t be afraid to tell us,” Nico said. “No inhibitions before breakfast.”

  Patricia gulped. “But it’s something . . . I never understood or thought I’d really want. Until I met you two.”

  Nico stroked her hair back from her face and leaned to kiss her cheek. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  She drew a shaking breath. “I’d like you to suck Andreas off.” “Mmm.” Andreas’s usually cold eyes warmed. “Aren’t you the wild one?”

  “Not if you don’t want to,” she said hurriedly. “I wouldn’t make you—”

  Nico cut off her words with a kiss. “Hush, love. No inhibitions, remember?”

  “But this is different. It’s not about me.”

  “Yes, it is.” Nico kissed her again, his lips warm and silken. “It’s a different kind of need.”

  Andreas sent her a lazy smile. “You’d be surprised how many women want to watch two men putting on a show for the lady.”

  They weren’t dismayed. She realized, watching them, that they’d done this sort of thing before.

  Why did that make her more excited still?

  “Well, get on with it,” she said breathlessly. “I’m starting to want my breakfast.”

  “Listen to who’s giving orders,” Andreas said, eyes sparkling. He was still laughing at her, still arrogant, still in control. So was Nico. They might be compelled by this curse, but she had the feeling they managed to do exactly what they pleased.

  Nico pulled a straight-backed chair next to Patricia’s and straddled it backward. Andreas rolled nonchalantly to his feet, his penis stiff and hard and ready.

  Patricia held her breath, unable to believe they would really do it. Nico slid his hands over his friend’s hips, expertly positioning him, then Andreas tucked his cock neatly inside Nico’s mouth.

  Patricia sat so close she could see every lick, every suck, every bite that Nico gave him. She saw Andreas’s hands clench and his body go rigid, saw his erection press the inside of Nico’s mouth.

  She gasped herself and pressed her finger to her clit as Nico had taught her. Watching Nico expertly pleasure his friend, eyes closed, sent waves of wild excitement through her. It was better than anything she’d ever imagined, raw and stark and real.

  Andreas rested his hands in Nico’s hair and Patricia’s, stroking them both as Nico pleasured him. Patricia turned her head and licked the base of Andreas’s cock, tasting Nico’s lips along with the dark saltiness of Andreas’s skin.

  He liked it, urging them both on. Patricia kept on licking, her tongue and Nico’s sometimes colliding. Andreas was groaning out loud, thrusting his hips at them as Patricia licked and Nico sucked.

  Andreas’s moans turned to animal-like growls, then he shouted, “Fuck,” and roared his release inside Nico’s mouth.

  10

  BREAKFAST was tense. Nico joined Andreas, Patricia, and Rebecca in the sunny breakfast room after he’d caught a quick shower. The four of them sat at a corner table, the inn’s eight other guests taking up the rest of the room.

  As soon as Nico sat down, Mrs. Blake and her two helpers brought out French toast in a decadent fruit syrup, scrambled eggs with sausage and potatoes, muffins the size of Nico’s hand, and coffee. Lots of hot, fresh coffee. Nico attacked his loaded plate, hungry after the morning’s debauch.

  Neither Patricia nor Rebecca would look at him. Rebecca shot sidelong glances at Andreas, her cheeks pink, and Patricia would not look up from her plate at all.

  Andreas, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long legs and sipping coffee, as though he’d done nothing more decadent that morning than read the newspaper.

  “Did you sleep well?” their hostess asked cheerfully as she refilled coffee mugs.

  Both Patricia and Rebecca jumped. Andreas yawned placidly. “I did.”

  “As did I,” Nico joined in. Snuggling with Patricia had been sweet.

  “Good. The cats like you, Andreas, don’t they? I think Peachy stayed with you all night.”

  The three cats were even now winding around Andreas’s feet, looking up with hopeful eyes. Andreas ignored them.

  “They think he’s their mother,” Nico said.

  Andreas gave him an evil look. “Their protector,” he corrected coldly. “They know I will protect them.”

  The cats at the moment looked like they hoped he’d feed them. Andreas surreptitiously took a bit of sausage from his plate and crumbled it to the floor for them.

  Mrs. Blake smiled at them. “You look lovely this morning, Dr. Trimble. I think the little porch room is good for you.”

  Without waiting for reply, she moved off, leaving Rebecca redder than ever. Nico noted she’d not pulled her hair back this morning but let it float across her cheeks in soft yellow waves. Instead of wearing a
plain blouse like she had yesterday, this one had a little white embroidery on the collar.

  “How is the translation coming?” he asked her.

  Rebecca jumped half a foot and flushed deeper. “Translation?”

  “You know,” Andreas rumbled. “The one on the ostracon. The reason I’m here letting lackeys run my club.”

  “Of course I know which translation . . .” Flustered, Rebecca dug into a slim portfolio briefcase at her side and withdrew a small sheaf of papers.

  Nico stacked the used breakfast plates in the middle of the table, and Rebecca spread out papers and the photos of the ostracon. Patricia finally looked up with interest, but she refused to meet Nico’s eyes.

  “It’s a most curious inscription,” Rebecca said. “I understand about half of it, but the other half is gibberish. I copied it out the best I could.”

  She spread out papers covered with hand-drawn hieroglyphs, jottings of hieratic script, and words written in English letters.

  “Some of the words are easily recognizable,” she said. “Others I’m not as familiar with off the top of my head, but I can look them up. But these . . .” She touched a row of hieroglyphs she’d copied out. “I can’t make head nor tail of them. Some of them I’ve never seen before, and I’ve read most of the texts available. In other words, they aren’t really hieroglyphs.”

  “Or they’re so old, no one knows what they are?” Patricia suggested.

  Rebecca shook her head. “No, we have examples of writing going all the way back to 3000 BCE. It’s a completely different writing, or else whoever copied them onto the ostracon carved them absolutely wrong. I’d love to see the original inscription.”

  “On the ostracon?” Nico asked, studying the lettering. He could read some hieroglyphs, as many as he’d bothered to learn, but he couldn’t read the odd ones Rebecca had pointed out.

  Rebecca’s embarrassment faded as she warmed to her subject. “Remember I said that it’s likely whoever carved the inscription had no idea what he was copying. There are words and symbols here that are from far before the Ptolemaic period, Eighteenth Dynasty, I still think. Plus, your ostracon is only a fragment of the entire carving. It’s likely the archaeologists on the dig found it in pieces, and the museum in Cairo still has the others. Or they sold all the pieces to different collectors.”