The Bearens' Hope: Book Four of the Soul-Linked Saga

by Laura Jo Phillips

  The kiss deepened until she forgot about exploring and allowed herself to get swept up in the passion of it, unaware of anyone or anything but Jackson and his mouth on hers. Until she felt a hand on her hair and pulled back, startled.

  “Easy, aspara,” Clark said. “I have longed to see the glory of your hair released from this braid, if you would allow.”

  The desire in Clark’s voice was so intense that Hope’s body ached to hear it.

  “All right,” she said, unable to speak above a whisper.

  Clark smiled and lowered his mouth to hers, his mouth harder than Jackson’s, but just as hot. When he lifted his mouth from hers she was panting, her body so filled with unfamiliar desire that she burned.

  She felt herself lifted into someone’s arms and looked up to see Rob gazing down at her as he carried her from the living room, his silver eyes shining. He lowered his mouth to hers as he walked, and her arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue invaded her mouth. Rob’s kiss was deeper, more intense somehow, and just as arousing to her. She reveled in the differences between them. The way they tasted, the way they smelled, the way they kissed.

  Rob set her on the bed and she looked up to see Jackson and Clark on either side of him, all three of them gazing down at her with hot eyes. She had the sense that they were waiting for something. But what? she wondered. She tilted her head as she studied them, and it came to her.

  She smiled at them, a wide, full smile filled with joy and promise. They immediately smiled back at her and began removing their clothes in a rush. Almost before she knew it, the three of them stood before her completely naked. Her mouth went dry, but it wasn’t from fear.

  These were the biggest, most muscular, most well-built men she had ever had the pleasure to look upon. For a moment, her fingers nearly itched with the desire to paint them, just as they stood. They were so beautiful with their broad chests, bulging arms, narrow hips and long, strong legs. Their skin was a deep tan color, and the scars that marked each of them here and there seemed only to accentuate their perfection, rather than take away from it.

  “I don’t think I’m going to live up to all of that,” she said softly, suddenly feeling hesitant and nervous.

  “All of what?” Jackson asked, feeling Hope’s sudden tension but not understanding the reason for it.

  “You three are so perfect and beautiful,” she said. “I’m not.”

  Jackson looked at Clark, then Rob, then down at himself before looking back at Hope with a deep frown. “I am sorry, Niha, but I don’t understand. We are...males.” He shrugged as if that explained something.

  “You are beautiful,” Clark said. “More beautiful than any woman we have ever seen.”

  Hope’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I am not beautiful,” she said frankly. “I have a big nose, my mouth is too wide, my jaw too square, and I have small breasts.”

  “You. Are. Beautiful,” Jackson insisted. He held his hand out to her and she took it, uncertain what he wanted until he gave her a gentle tug. She stood up, wondering for a moment if they had changed their minds. There was certainly one portion of their anatomies that hadn’t, she thought to herself.

  “Come,” Jackson said, leading her across the room to a mirror hanging beside a wide dresser. He positioned her so that she was facing the mirror and could see herself from head to toe. She could see Jackson’s reflection as he stood right behind her, and Clark and Rob stood beside her.

  “Look in the mirror,” Jackson said, gently cupping her jaw as he spoke. “You have gorgeous, turquoise eyes surrounded by long thick lashes. Eyes that glow when you are happy, spark when you are angry, and draw in all of the light around you the moment you enter a room.

  “Your mouth is an erotic dream, so lush and soft, your lips so expressive and sweet they seem to beg to licked and kissed. The fantasies I’ve had about this mouth of yours cannot be spoken aloud, though one day, I plan to fulfill them.

  Your jaw is perfect for your bone structure, delicate and feminine yet, at the same time, strong and proud. Your nose is bold and suits your face. If you had a tiny little nose you would not be half as stunning as you are.”

  Hope listened to Jackson, watching his hands in the mirror as he stroked each feature that he spoke of, trying to see herself through his eyes. She could not deny that much of what he said made sense to her. Especially the part about her nose. She had always thought it big, but it was a classic Greek nose, and it suited her classic Greek features. She could have easily had her nose changed. Such things were done all the time and it took only an hour or so in a doctor’s office. But she had never been able to see herself differently than she was.

  “Your skin is luminous,” Jackson continued, “as though you are lit from within, and so exquisitely soft that it’s a pleasure just to touch you.”

  As Jackson spoke, Rob knelt down and began removing her shoes as Clark released the fastenings on her jeans and pushed them down. Jackson lifted her t-shirt over her head, and Clark and Rob made short work of her underwear. Within seconds, she was as naked as they were. She had an intense urge to cover herself, but she forced herself to remain still. The guys displayed no embarrassment at being nude before her, so she would try to behave the same.

  “Your breasts are perfect,” Jackson said as he cupped them gently in his hands. “Sweet and round. Why would you think they should be any size other than they are? Your body is lean and muscular, yet still curvy, as a woman should be. Your hips are not too narrow for child bearing, your bottom is deliciously full and tempting, your waist so tiny I can nearly encompass it with my hands.

  “You are utterly beautiful, Hope Strigida,” Jackson continued. “There is not one thing about you that we would alter in the tiniest way. You carry yourself with feminine power, grace, and confidence, without resorting to masculine ways as some females do.”

  Hope looked at herself in the mirror, unable to see what Jackson described, but when she looked at his face, then Clark’s, then Rob’s, she saw it. The way they were looking at her told her that, in their eyes, she was all the things Jackson had said, and more.

  “Can you see yourself as we see you?” Jackson asked.

  She turned around in his arms and rose up on her toes to kiss his jaw. “I feel beautiful when you guys look at me,” she said. “That is enough for me.”

  Jackson gazed into her eyes for a moment, then bent to kiss her tenderly as he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bed where he set her down.

  “Lie back,” he said softly. Hope did as he asked, feeling nervous again when he positioned her so that she was lying across the bed with her legs hanging over the edge.

  Rob climbed onto the bed beside her, running his fingers lightly across her abdomen. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered as Clark climbed up on her other side and lifted her braid. He untied the silk cord and began unraveling it. She watched him for a moment, wondering why he seemed so fascinated with her hair, when she was distracted by Jackson.

  He placed his hands on her thighs and gently urged her to spread her legs wide before kneeling down between them. Hope felt her face heat, but at the same time, she was intensely curious about what he meant to do.

  “Your scent is so enticing,” he said. “I cannot wait to taste you.”

  Hope felt a thrill race through her body at his words. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and her pussy grew impossibly wet. She was embarrassed by that for a moment, until she glanced down and saw the expression on Jackson’s face. He was obviously enjoying whatever he was seeing, so she let her head fall back and tried to relax.

  Rob leaned down and began to slowly lap at one breast, as Clark ran his fingers through her long hair. “I love how silky and soft your hair is,” he said, spreading the long tresses across his body before leaning down to take her other nipple into his mouth.

  Everywhere Rob and Clark touched her with their mouths left a trail of heat on her skin that caused her pussy to clench and throb. As they continue
d to suck and lick at her breasts and nipples, she became hotter and more aroused until her nervousness vanished completely beneath the intensity of her growing desire.

  By the time Jackson took a long, slow, hot lick of her pulsing pussy, she felt nothing but pleasure and deep arousal. She moaned at the feel of his hot tongue in her most sensitive place, her hips arching helplessly in a silent plea for more. When her moans became deeper and more desperate, he sucked her hard, throbbing clit between his lips and lashed it with his tongue, sending Hope over the edge into a deep shuddering orgasm unlike anything she had ever imagined possible.

  “I have never seen anything more beautiful,” Clark said hoarsely as he watched Hope’s face in the throes of passion.

  “That is a sight I will want to see every day for the remainder of my life,” Rob agreed.

  Jackson lifted her hips in his hands, spreading her even wider as he started again, his hot tongue lapping at her burning, wet pussy. He wanted her body completely relaxed and open before they tried to enter her, and the best way to do that was bring her to orgasm several times.

  Rob and Clark returned their attentions to her breasts and she felt her desire begin to rebound. It wasn’t long before she climaxed again, her hips straining toward Jackson’s mouth as her body exploded with pleasure.

  Jackson continued to lap gently at her throbbing pussy as her orgasm eased. When she opened her eyes again, she decided she wanted to do a little exploring as well.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispered to Clark.

  The flare of heat in Clark’s eyes when she said that made her feel powerful and desirable. The gentle nip Jackson gave her clit told her that he approved, as did Rob’s deliciously sharp suck on her nipple.

  Clark shifted so that his cock was level with her mouth and she reached for the long, thick, heavy member, wrapping her hand carefully around it. She lifted it in her hands, surprised by its silky softness. She stroked him gently, smiling at his deep groan. She stroked him again, then leaned forward to lick up the tiny pearl of milky fluid at his tip. She shivered when she discovered that he tasted even better than she had imagined. She licked the broad head, a long, slow, hot lap of her tongue. Then she stretched her mouth open as wide as she could and carefully wrapped her lips around him.

  The feel of his hot, hard flesh in her mouth was nearly enough to make her come and she moaned helplessly at the thought. Jackson sucked hard on her clit at that moment and she exploded once more, coming into Jackson’s mouth as she held Clark as deeply in her mouth as she could manage. As she began to regain her senses she realized that Clark’s body had stiffened next to her, and that his cock had grown harder than before. When Clark tried to pull himself out of her mouth, she realized that he was about to come and wrapped her arm around his hip to hold him in place.

  “I’m going to come, aspara,” Clark gasped.

  Hope deliberately moaned, then swirled her tongue around the broad head that filled her mouth before slipping the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the tip. Clark roared his pleasure as his cock began jerking in her mouth and hot jets of come splashed against her tongue. She tightened her lips around him and sucked, wanting every drop of him.

  She continued to lick and suck at Clark’s cock until it began to soften, then she released him. She turned toward Rob who was still lavishing attention on her breast, and tapped him on the shoulder. Rob raised his head and looked at her with a smile.

  “More,” she said softly. Rob’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate to shift himself up so that she could take his hard, thick cock between her lips. Again Jackson nipped her clit in approval and she moaned as she took Rob as deeply as she could manage before pulling back, her lips wrapped tightly around him as she took him deep again. He didn’t taste the same as Clark had, but she loved it just as much. Jackson slipped a finger inside of her and she felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around it.

  For a moment she wondered how she would ever manage to take these three huge men when just one finger seemed so big, but she let the thought go. They would not hurt her, that much she knew. There had to be a way for it to work, so she would just wait and see.

  Jackson added another finger to her pulsing sheath and began scissoring his fingers, stretching her gently. Rob groaned with pleasure and she felt him shudder against her, causing her pussy to clench around Jackson’s fingers. As she took Rob even more deeply, she felt Jackson suck her clit into his mouth again, causing her hips to writhe beneath him.

  Rob groaned again just as Jackson added another finger to her pussy, and she sucked hard against his throbbing cock. He roared as he climaxed, his cock jerking against her tongue as he gave her his come. She swallowed every drop, the taste and scent of him ramping her own arousal so high that her entire body trembled with need.

  Hope licked Rob lovingly before releasing him and letting her head fall back to the bed. She loved the taste of Rob and Clark in her mouth, the smell of them on her skin, but in spite of the orgasms she’d already had, she needed more. She began to whimper softly, unable to stop herself as her head shook back and forth on the bed. She didn’t know what it was she needed, but she knew something had to happen soon or she was going to begin screaming.

  Suddenly Jackson raised his mouth and removed his fingers from her, leaving her feeling bereft. She whimpered again, the need escalating so quickly that she felt as though she were losing her senses. Her blood was too hot, her skin too sensitive, her pussy throbbing almost painfully.

  When she felt Jackson step between her thighs and place the broad head of his cock at her entrance, she stilled. She lifted her head to look at Jackson, his eyes meeting hers with such intense arousal that she felt her pussy gush fluids around him. She held her breath with nervous anticipation as he pressed into her, then withdrew, then pressed in a little further, working himself deeper each time, his face a mask of tension as he forced himself to go slowly. By the time the head of his cock reached the thin barrier of her hymen, she was writhing with need, her momentary nerves gone.

  “This will hurt, Niha,” Jackson said, his voice harsh.

  “Now,” Hope gasped breathlessly.

  “Now what?” Jackson asked. “You want me to stop?”

  “No. Hurry. Now,” she gasped, desperate to have him deep inside of her.

  Jackson blew out a relieved breath of air, then thrust forward, burying himself deeply inside her. Hope groaned with pleasure, arching her back in an unconscious effort to take him more deeply.

  Jackson paused to see if Hope was in pain, but the expression on her face told him that she wanted more, and she wanted it fast, hard and deep. He gave it to her, pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting deeply into her again, glorying in the hot, wet, clasp of her velvet sheath. Before long, he was pounding into her and she was raising her hips to meet him, stroke for stroke. He knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wanted her to come first. He spread her legs wider and put his hands beneath her hips to raise her up so that he could reach even deeper inside of her, her moans urging him to fuck her faster, harder, deeper until he was gritting his teeth with the effort to hold back. He slid one hand out from beneath her hip, found her slippery, throbbing clit, and grasped between two fingers. He milked it firmly as he pounded deep, giving it a quick, firm pinch as he slammed himself as deeply he could. He came with a roar, filling her with his hot seed, his entire body jerking with each spurt of his cock. Hope screamed her pleasure as she joined him in orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock as her back arched off the bed, her every muscle taut with pleasure.

  Hope was able to get her breath back, but her body still felt tense and needy. She needed more, and she needed it now. She looked up at Jackson with confusion and worry, but he smiled.

  “Don’t worry, Niha,” he said, “we will not stop until you have all that you need.”

  Hope wasn’t sure why she would need more after all the orgasms she’d already had. Was there something wrong with her? she wonder
ed. The thought slipped away as Jackson withdrew from her and Clark took his place.

  The feel of Clark pressing into her was so delicious and so perfect that she sighed deeply even as her pussy gushed around his hard length.

  Clark grasped her hips and entered her in one long lunge, filling her completely. Hope arched her back, needing more at that moment than ever. Her pussy spasmed around him as she writhed on the bed beneath him.

  “More,” she gasped, “please, more.”

  Clark glanced at Jackson worriedly, but Jackson shook his head, then looked at Rob who also shook his head. They had not used pheromones on Hope. They hadn’t needed to, but why was she so intensely needy?

  Clark shook his head and drew back before slamming himself into Hope’s welcoming depths again, giving her what she needed, what they both needed. He pounded into her, using deep, long strokes that built the tension in both of them so quickly that Clark had to fight back his own orgasm. He would not come until Hope did, but he was getting desperate.

  Jackson reached over and grasped Hope’s clit between his fingers as he had before, knowing that she needed the extra stimulation. He stroked it as Clark continued to fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder. When Clark buried himself deep and threw back his head, Jackson pinched her clit firmly, sending her into another muscle wrenching orgasm at the same time that Clark shouted, his face tight with ecstasy. Hope screamed again as the intense pleasure ripped through her body, every muscle stretched tight as it held her in its grip.

  Hope caught her breath as her muscles relaxed, but this time she felt a little frightened when she realized she still needed more. She clenched her jaw and tried to force her body to relax, but she could not deny or control what she felt.

  Jackson climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, then turned her head to face him. “Niha,” he said softly, “there is nothing wrong with you. “You are our Arima, and meant to be with us. Therefore, your body needs all of us. This is normal, and natural.”