Wicked Release-ARE-Epub

by R. G. Alexander

  Her right cheek got the same treatment, the stinging sensation causing her sex to tingle uncontrollably. “I won’t. I’m not using you. I swear.”

  She heard the crack of his palms on her flesh, felt the heat spread throughout her body. “I said I swear. My oath.”

  His laugh was sexual. Mischievous. “I know you did. And I believe you, baby. This isn’t punishment anymore. Not really. Especially since I can tell you like it. Your magic is giving you away.”

  She looked down at her body and saw the arcs of energy whipping around her like vines of light, causing havoc to her senses. She knew there were Magians who enjoyed experimenting with their partners. Knew that magic was used to enhance the experience. But this? His actions were making her desperate, making the chair swing with her agitated movements. “Why?”

  Lorie came closer, his hard cock gliding along the top of her thigh. “Why do you like it? The sting can make the kiss that much sweeter, Sarah. We are a triad, brought together because at our essence, we’re the same. And there are no limits with us. There are no boundaries you can’t cross. If you enjoy it, it brings us pleasure as well.”

  She heard him, but it was still hard to comprehend. She was too aroused. “Please, Lorie. I need you to touch me. Conway, can he touch me now? Take me?”

  Lorie’s groan was low and long. “As if he could stop me.”

  He stepped closer between her widespread thighs and cupped her face with his hands. “You’re here. You’re finally here.” He bent his head, tasting her mouth, gently at first, as if he believed she would melt away.

  She spoke softly against his lips. “I’m here. I need you.”

  He shuddered and his kiss deepened, until their tongues were tangled in battle, teeth nipping sharply, eager for more. His lips were addictive. She sucked the lower lip that had tempted her into her mouth and he moaned in approval, his hands sliding down her neck to caress her sensitive breasts.

  When his palms scraped against her hard nipples she let go of the rope and covered them with her own, using her fingers over his to squeeze. To pinch. Yes. The sting. That was what she wanted. The sting that made the kiss sweeter, he’d said. He didn’t have to be careful with her. She could take whatever he wanted to give and more.

  “Hell,” he muttered. “You do like it a little rough, don’t you, Sarah? Con is right. You’re a wild thing.”

  “Yes.” She was frantic, ready to agree to anything as long as he kept touching her like that. “Fuck me, Lorie.” Her face heated at her shameless demand. “I can’t wait.”

  Her triad had made her a harlot, but it didn’t matter. She’d taken him in her mouth, now she wanted to feel him deep inside her. Wanted to know that Con was behind them, watching every move. She wasn’t sure where her aggression was coming from. But time was slipping through her hands. She didn’t have much to waste.

  Lorie made another sound of pained agreement before he aligned his cock between her thighs and thrust. Her wet sex was already swollen with passion, sensitive from her earlier tussle with Con. It was a tight fit. Perfect and tight.

  “Sarah. Sarah, sweetheart...Mine” He pushed through until his hips were pressed against hers and they both shuddered out a moan. Lorie raised heavy lids to glance over her shoulder. “Ours, Con. She feels like ours.”

  “I know.” Con’s words were soft. Thoughtful. “Claim her, Lorie. Claim our woman. Let me enjoy the show.”

  His words made Sarah’s inner muscles clench around Lorie’s cock. “Oh,” he huffed out a laugh. “I think she likes it when someone’s watching. Something else we’ll have to remember for later.”

  She couldn’t move her legs, couldn’t wrap them around him and pull him closer. “Don’t torture me.”

  “She doesn’t like teasing,” Con said, that mischievous smile in his voice once more. “She likes to be fucked, Lorie. Well and truly taken. No holding back. Show her how much you want her.”

  She watched something darken and snap in Lorie’s intense blue eyes and then she was lost, crying out again and again as every thrust of his erection filled her completely. The chair was rocking with the power of his hips, only Con’s hands on the rope; his torso burning into her back held her steady.

  Lorie chanted her name like a prayer, his gaze wild, eyes dilated. Her beautiful fallen angel. Hers. Completely. His magic enfolded her and with it his sense of knowledge that this was real. This was right where she needed to be.

  Something shifted behind her, and before she knew what was happening, she felt Con’s lips on the cheeks he’d just spanked. His teeth scraped along one curve before his tongue came out to stroke the next. He was letting Lorie’s thrusts rock her against his face, his hands holding her hips steady as he licked the seam of her—“Conway?”

  Lorie’s movements didn’t slow, but he smiled. Did he know what Con was doing? “I knew he couldn’t stay away. It’s not in his nature not to have at least one finger in the pie.”

  She felt Con’s breath as he chuckled against her skin. “Finger, tongue…” he mumbled. “What’s the difference?”

  Using his thick fingers to spread her cheeks wide, he licked her…there. Oh heaven forgive her. How could that feel so right and so forbidden all at once?

  As Lorie’s long, hard erection filled her sex, Con pressed his tongue inside. His growls of pleasure told her he was enjoying her reaction, her squirming. When she moved too much, upset the rhythm he and Lorie had silently agreed on, she received a spank on her hip or high on one cheek of her bottom in punishment.

  Sarah felt the world spin away, felt her body was breaking into a thousand pieces, about to explode into the sun. She was almost there. One more lick. One more stroke.

  And she was flying. Soaring and alive.

  Whole.

  She heard her own hoarse cries of completion still echoing in her ears as Lorie gave himself up to the pleasure of release. She thought she might have heard him say he loved her, but she wasn’t sure. Her body hadn’t returned yet. Her mind may never be the same.

  She was falling in and out of consciousness when she realized they were untying her and lifting her out of the chair. When had they moved? She looked confused and Con pushed her hair away from her forehead with a smile. “Still with us, babe?”

  Sarah hesitated. “I think so.”

  “Go over to the bed and we’ll get you a washcloth and some water.” She glanced down and noticed his thick hardness pressed against his stomach. His expression was rueful. “Plenty of time for that. We have to see to you first.”

  He followed Lorie into the bathroom and Sarah wobbled a bit before turning and heading toward the bed.

  Something stopped her.

  She glanced to the right. The reflective wall? She wondered, for a moment, if she looked any different now that she’d been so thoroughly debauched. She found herself stepping closer, hardly aware she was moving at all.

  Sarah gasped in shock. Was that her? That wildling from the woods with tangled hair and flushed cheeks? Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her sex still shimmering with her own arousal and Lorie’s.

  Her magic shone like a halo around her. Green and golden ribbons of sparkling light. Isn’t this what happened when a triad was true? After the first consummation, she recalled, the magic revealed the match. But they hadn’t had a complete consummation, had they? She’d been with each of them separately. Almost separately. But this time, Con hadn’t found his release. She’d wanted him to. Wanted to know what it felt like to be completely invaded. Taken by both her men.

  The image wavered in the glass and Sarah realized she was no longer alone. Lorie and Con stood on either side of her, their smiles knowing and determined. She looked behind her. There was nothing there. She could still hear the hushed conversation in the bathroom, the rush of water.

  She turned back to find the images of her two lovers had moved closer now. So close they were pressed against her own reflection. How? And why did she feel as if they were touching her?

 
An illusion. She should escape it while she could. She’d had enough of that kind of magic to last forever. She wanted to move, but as the two male reflections fell to their knees, dragging her image with them, Sarah joined them on the floor. She couldn’t seem to help herself.

  There was no need for foreplay. No need for slow gentle caresses and romantic words. The images knew exactly what they wanted. What she needed.

  Lorie’s reflection lay down on his back and Con’s lowered her onto his thick cock. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, feeling the invasion as her image moaned in pleasure.

  Her body, still reacting to the aftershocks of her earthshaking release, felt her passion rising again. Her blood heating as her image rode Lorie without mercy. Con’s reflection came in behind her, and he showed her the shining liquid on his fingers before slipping it between the cheeks of her freshly spanked bottom.

  Sarah fell to all fours, whimpering as she felt the invasion. One finger. Then another. Stretching her, readying her for what was coming. Impossibly full. Stinging sweetly. He lined his cock up to replace his fingers, and pushed the tip inside.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Oh, Con, yes!”

  Lorie’s voice startled her. “Looks like she decided to start again without us.”

  Con sounded surprised. And aroused. “Where did you get that mirror? Have I mentioned I’m officially moving into this room? I’ll call it Conway’s New Eden.”

  Lorie knelt down beside her as his reflection continued to rock her against him. She could see them both in the glass, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “Don’t fight it, Sarah. It gives you what you want. Usually that’s our job but, in this case, I can’t help but like what I’m seeing. I think you’re going to like what you’re feeling even more.”

  “Wh-what?” What was happening to her? She could see two copies of Lorie and Con lining up with each other. Mimicking each other. She felt the instant Lorie slid beneath her and lowered her onto his erection. The instant Con began to fill her from behind. But it was as if she were in two bodies at once.

  Everything was intensified. Everything heightened. She caught the wild gaze of her own doppelganger and they each grinned at each other, knowing they were the luckiest women alive.

  Con let out a guttural groan and gripped her shoulder, finally done with moving slow. His hips pounded against hers and she cried out, grinding her sex against Lorie until he growled.

  When she finally found her release, she screamed their names, knowing that if she died from this, from too much pleasure…

  It would be worth it.

  Chapter Six

  She couldn’t sleep. After the last few hours, she should be unconscious between her two lovers. But she was too restless to relax. Some part of her still too concerned she would wake and realize this had been the dream.

  She gathered the blanket that had been tossed on the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders, secure in the knowledge that Con’s shield would keep everyone out until she was ready to face them. At least until she was dressed.

  Wandering around the large, family home, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder at the last few days. She had no regrets. She had spent countless ages in the closest place to hell she could imagine. In fact, it was still difficult for her to consider the possibility that some other, nightmarish shoe wasn’t about to drop.

  But experiencing what she had with them was worth the risk. Their magic recognized each other. Had merged as if they’d always been one. Their bodies had joined as well. More than once, she thought, blushing as she remembered. Sarah couldn’t regret that either.

  Now she knew why she would sometimes find her grandmother staring out the window, a soft smile of remembered love making her look young, making her glow. She’d had a true triad too, before she’d lost them in the old country. Even though she’d come to Salem, searching for a new start with her family, the memories had never gone away.

  Now Sarah understood.

  Something had altered inside her. A seed of something deeper and more profound was growing. Where there had only been rage, laughter was growing. Where there had only been emptiness, the promise of love was filling it. She’d been afraid she’d lost her soul, but being here, with these people…maybe it was growing back. Or more likely coming out of hiding.

  She headed toward the den, where a fire had come to life when alerted to her presence. She stepped closer to study the frames on the mantel. Images of Lorie’s family. His mother and her triad, their smiles brilliant and intimate, telling Sarah without words how happy they were together. In another, their children were all huddled together, showing her their striking similarities. They all had grey and blue eyes, stunning features and a confidence that came from knowing where they belonged. She squinted. Was Lorie wearing spectacles?

  They made him look dashing.

  She saw an old framed sketch poking out from behind the others. With a hand clutching the blanket, she used her other to reach for the frame. She knelt down beside the fire, studying it in the light.

  Despite the flames, her blood ran cold. There were six faces sketched in this image. A family that was nearly as familiar to her as her own. They hadn’t usually traveled in the same circles, she and the daughter and two sons surrounding their parents. But when they did, it was memorable.

  Fiona had been kind. She and Thalia were thrown together often due to their families, and Thalia would confide in her that out of that entire clan, the youngest daughter was the gentlest of them.

  Jackson was rumored to be the greatest witch of their generation. Important things were expected from him. Unfortunately, much of his greatness was wasted cleaning up the messes and chaos created by his eldest brother.

  Robert Abbott.

  Robert was spoiled by his parents and society into believing he was special. Though his natural magic was weather-calling, he’d never come to the aid of his community. He’d used it to send storm clouds over houses that held people he’d believed insulted him. He’d starved whole farms out of spite—families who had never done anything to hurt him.

  He always got away with it because he was an Abbott.

  She still remembered those cold, hard grey eyes watching her beg for mercy. Ignoring her pleas of innocence as he joined his six friends in the privacy of the Winston parlor in weaving her curse.

  Grey eyes.

  Abbotts. Why hadn’t she put it together? How had she not demanded to know who their family was before coming here with them? Before giving herself to them without reservation?

  She almost wished this was the dream.

  “Sarah? Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

  With a muttered word she sent the frame flying from her hand. It would have slammed into Lorie’s head if he’d had a slower reaction. “What the hell, Sarah?”

  A red haze fringed the edges of her vision. “Abbotts. This was his house originally, wasn’t it? The house Robert came to after he punished me for something I didn’t do. Are you his direct descendent? Did you think bringing me here to take what you wanted would be the icing on the cake? A grand joke we would laugh about over breakfast?”

  He swore, running his hands through his tangled curls. “No, Sarah, I give you my oath. According to our family’s records, Robert was disowned for his many crimes and stripped of his powers. He died like a dog in the streets shortly after Jackson disappeared. Remember Jackson Abbott? The man who was murdered trying to break your spell.” He reached out to her, his eyes bright with concern. “We come from Fiona’s line, Sarah. Not Robert’s.”

  She didn’t want to hear it. It had all been a lie. Triad. What did that word mean? That someone was given the power to hurt you three times over? “Tell Conway to lower the shield now. Before I do something I regret.”

  Lorie’s hands curled into fists. “Damn it, Sarah, don’t do this. Where will you go? My sister has one book, and we’re still looking for the other.”

  She laughed, but it was no longer a happy sound. “Are you still pretending you don’t kno
w the Winston family? That the Abbotts don’t know the Gryffin’s? Still trying to make me believe you knew nothing about all those innocent women killed during my last Triune?”

  She brushed past him and headed for the door, but he wasn’t ready to end the conversation. “We didn’t lie. There are no Winstons. Hell, maybe they changed their name. Jacob is a Gryffin, but we didn’t know he existed until he’d kidnapped Harrison. Their family lived in exile—”

  “A Gryffin kidnapped someone?” She turned to face him, feigning a look of surprise. “And Abbotts are liars who abuse their power? I’m stunned. Tell Conway to drop the shield. Now.”

  He made the mistake of reaching for her hand. Everything that had been inside her before she was freed, all the rage and emptiness, combined with this betrayal and her enhanced feeling of power since their joining spilled out from her into him.

  Lorie’s expression crumpled and he fell to his knees, his hand still on her arm, her palm ensuring it stayed there. Her heart was breaking. She wanted to die as she watched the wound reappear on his forehead, his lip splitting.

  “You’re a healer,” he wheezed. “Sarah this isn’t who you are.”

  She took a deep, ragged breath and sent him a burst of healing light, watching the injuries disappear as quickly as they’d come. Her tears blinded her, but she couldn’t give in. “I’m sorry, Lorie. I’m so sorry. I never meant…I was lost for too long. The power to bind a wound can unbind it as well. It was a lesson I was forced to learn. We can’t be together, can’t you see that now? Even if you weren’t Abbotts we can’t have this. Even if we broke the spell, we can’t be sure I won’t instantly grow old and die…or disappear altogether.”

  He stood up slowly, the pain on his face so profound it shattered her. “If I’d told you, I’d never have held you in my arms. You wouldn’t have let me near you. How can I apologize for wanting all the facts first so I could protect you? For wanting you to know me before you judged me for a distant relations sins?”

  She turned without another word and opened the door. Needing air. Needing a moment to think. Her emotions were overwhelming, the past and the present blurring together. The future impossible.