“Oh!” Her mouth popped from Falcon’s cock. He directed it back, returning her head to its rightful place. Hunger to devour and feast on him overtook her. She knew the same hunger gripped John. He pumped in and out of her, clutching her hips with an almost painful hold. Shimmers and sparks of bliss showered her body making her canal flood with sap. She tasted the bitter saltiness of pre-cum dribbles, starved for more. Salena reveled in the mixed scents of the two men who together, pleasured her beyond belief.
“Oh, yes, Salena,” Falcon murmured. “Ah, you’re going to make me come.”
John’s arms came around her, big and strong. To be the aggressor on one end of her body and the submissive receiver on the other was pure, irresistible heaven. But that did not compare to the expert twirling of John’s finger over her clit at the exact moment she reached for the outer expanse of orgasm. It made her pound her rear harder into him while her fellatio dance increased to a frenzy.
As if it had all been timed perfectly, she tasted Falcon’s shooting, hot cum at the same second John’s warm seed spilled into her. The spasms of the orgasm overtook her making her jerk and scream around Falcon’s cock. John groaned aloud, his teeth sinking into her shoulder adding one last pleasurable spark of pain to the mix. She swallowed every drop of Falcon’s salty semen, her tongue taking several strokes from base to tip before she collapsed upon his lap.
“Wow.” She panted, wincing with disappointment when John slipped from inside her. “That was incredible.”
“You can say that again.” Falcon wiped his brow and dragged her up so she lay across him, her braies still down around her knees.
“Thank you,” John panted, turning to sit on the floor at Falcon’s feet and lean against the sofa. “I already feel energized.”
“You’re more than welcome,” Salena said with a satisfied grin. “But what is it, John, that you’re so desperately needing power for?”
“Lorcan. He came to me, the crazy old man, and told me my time was up.”
“Up?” Falcon’s head lifted from the back of the sofa. His eyes were as round as two huge emeralds. “As in, he’s spouting riddles at you about your fate and your future?”
“Aye, about my fate and my future,” John groaned, covering his face with his hands as if he suddenly recalled something he didn’t care to remember.
“Well? What’s the damage, my friend?”
His hands dropped. He sighed heavily. Slow and deliberate, he turned his head and lifted that stunning blue gaze to Falcon. “His Centaurus which Salena now claims has been replaced.”
“Replaced? By what?” Salena asked, her interest very piqued.
“By the Scorpian. Lorcan wears it even as we speak. He taunts me with the fact that it will one day be mine. And now that I’m aware—due to witnessing the Centaurus’ plight—what that means, I fear for my immortal life. In defense for who knows what, I’m bound and determined to store as much power as this body can hold. To…to make my future last as long as possible without having to succumb to that old man’s blasted foresight.”
Falcon threw his head back and roared long and boisterously.
John frowned. “Why do you laugh so, brother?”
“Because it is obvious,” Salena offered.
“Is it, now?”
“Aye, but first tell us,” Falcon asked. “What color is the stone?”
John sighed. “Green. As green as the meadow on a crisp spring morn.”
“Ah, well then, that narrows it down for you.”
John rose, now in a bit of a snit. He clearly did not want to discuss this ambiguous future of his or be the laughing stock of this trio. Salena watched as his now softening cock got stuffed none too gently into his braies.
“Narrows what down, milady?” She only smiled wickedly when his tone came out dripping with sarcasm.
“Your search for your intended. You can eliminate every woman for the next few centuries with brown, hazel or blue eyes.”
“Oh great. That makes me feel fantastic.” He snatched up the remainder of his clothes. “The last thing I want is to be tied to any woman, no matter her eye, hair or skin color.” And with that, he threw up his hands and disappeared from the room.
Except for the crackling fire, a long silence filled the room. Salena finally drawled, “Falcon?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think he’ll go and abduct her from her chambers?”
“No. Based on his aversion to settling down, I would wager it’s going to be the other way around.”
The End
About the Author
Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.
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