by Sierra
Longfellow’s Lovers
Sierra & VJ Summers
Set in the same world as Longfellow Seduced.
Ariana Longfellow, a Historian charged with recording the narratives of the various supernatural species that inhabit the world, retreats to a sunny Australian beach for a summer holiday. But she’s not alone. There on the beach is the most amazingly gorgeous male she’s ever seen. And he has a tail! When another dark god joins him in a cloud of ocean scent and spice, what can Ari do but surrender to their will?
Ky and Jaxon are warriors among the ocean dwellers, mermen dedicated to protecting their species from detection by humanity. When an injured Jaxon washes up on Ari’s beach, he and Ky are stunned when she triggers the mating scent, the signal to all merkin that they’ve found their true mate. The first snag—she’s a human. To add insult to injury—she’s a Longfellow.
All three of them must choose—duty to their own, or the love and passion shared between mates.
Longfellow’s Lovers
Sierra & VJ Summers
Chapter One
Ariana Longfellow stretched, reaching for the rising sun as she wandered across the deserted beach. It was early, and she loved the solitude of the empty shore. After leaving behind the hard Michigan winter, she was fully intent on sitting right here for two days, basking in the sultry glow of the Australian summer sun.
No more vampires or werewolves to deal with this weekend. No demons or angels either. Nope, she had two whole days of summer vacation with nothing to do before leaving for China on Monday.
The history of the Xian were-tigers needed to be updated in the Longfellow library, and it was Ariana’s job to collect the information for her Librarian cousins to assimilate. It was a trip she looked forward too, but not right at this moment. Now was the time to be lazy, to drink ice-cold beer and maybe go dancing at a local club. Finding a hot Aussie surfer sounded like a good idea too. Ariana didn’t normally troll the bars for a man, but she was on vacation, so what the hell, right? She worked damned hard and deserved to get laid.
Opening her arms wide to the magenta sky, Ari imagined she was embracing a lover. At heart she was one of those girls who believed in love at first sight and happily ever after. More than one of her family members had teased her to no end about her romantic notions.
Ari didn’t care—she’d seen things that normal people never did. She knew that there was real magic in the world, and she truly believed that magic sometimes translated to finding your soul mate. Most women fantasized about one kind of man or another. Not Ari—she always dreamed of two, one light, one dark and both knew exactly how to touch her in all the right places.
Sighing, she sank down into her beach chair. She was going to sit and read her romance novel, just like any other woman on summer vacation. Just as she reached for the thick book, a movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Straightening, she made out a shape lying on the beach. It definitely was a torso, and looked to be naked. It was hard to make out any more detail as the surf kept washing over the body.
She hopped up from her seat and made her way down the white sandy beach. As she moved closer, she realized that it was indeed a body. A very male body. She increased her pace, jogging up to the man lying so still on the beach. She kept turning her head but there was no other person to be found on the beach, it was truly deserted.
Oh my, she thought. The man was beautiful; his long blond hair was darkened by the water and floated around his arms. His wide golden chest was free from hair. She counted six tight abs, narrow hips and… Holy Shit! A tail!
A tail? That couldn’t be right. She went to her knees on the sand, laying two fingers along his neck to check his pulse. His skin was like gold satin. His pulse drummed steadily against her fingers. Licking her lips, she took in every detail of his tight and toned upper body, slowly making her way back down to his tail.
A merman! Never in the history of the Longfellows’ records had there been concrete proof of an ocean dweller recorded. Their libraries were filled with vampires, weres, shifters and demons, but no one had ever conclusively proved that these legends of the sea were real. Until now.
The academic in her couldn’t resist touching the aquamarine-colored tail, neither could the woman in her resist stroking her hand down his taut belly. The texture of the tail surprised her; the surface scales were soft and velvety covering thick, hard muscles.
Her nipples poked through the fabric of her conservative one-piece bathing suit as her hands carefully continued to map the man’s body. Tattooing every detail of him in her mind. Where was her camcorder when she needed it? Packed away in her suitcase, that’s where. Her core heated and she smiled as she wondered what his mouth would taste like. Would he taste like the salt in the sea?
“I wonder how you make…” She was suddenly yanked away from her hunk on the beach. Landing on her butt with a squawk of surprise, she gasped as another man just as amazingly gorgeous as the first stood over her, dripping wet and completely naked. His grip on her arm was tight as he bent over her and began yelling in a language she’d never heard before. While Ariana was no great student of foreign languages, she’d been exposed to thousands of dialects over her twenty-five years. His words were fluid and graceful, almost musical in cadence, but unlike any language she’d ever heard. His voice was like black velvet crawling along her skin, igniting a fire in her belly. When he got no response beyond a blank look from her, he shook her arm and began speaking again, this time his voice much softer but no less urgent.
“Stop…wait…I don’t understand you,” she said, trying to pull her arm from his hold. The tall, dark water god stopped speaking and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. They were deep purple, dark as the darkest amethyst. The perfect foil for his short black hair.
“You speak English.” It wasn’t a question. Ari nodded. “Woman, what have you done to Jaxon?” His voice was smooth and slightly husky, furthering the desire inflaming certain parts of her.
“I…I…” It wasn’t often that Ari found herself at a loss for words, but dragging her eyes way, way, way up his all too naked body, she couldn’t seem to think, much less speak. Particularly as she was eye to, um, eye with his very impressive erection.
“Answer me, woman.” He gave her arm another little shake. “What have you done to him?”
His words finally began to make some sort of sense to her as she became accustomed to his accent, and Ari managed to gasp out her answer.
“Nothing!” Her Longfellow cousins would tease her to no end over the breathy tone in her voice. “I just found him like this.” She sent a lingering look over the golden torso of the man, the merman, stretched out on the beach. Bringing her eyes back to the equally compelling man standing over her, legs braced wide apart, sex thick and proud and right in her face, she struggled to maintain her train of thought. “I was checking to see if he was still…” The dark god’s expression went black and she trailed off.
Tall, Dark and Broody cast a wary look at the unconscious male. The worry in his eyes gave Ari a squishy feeling in her chest. It was obvious that this uber-intimidating, uber-masculine man was worried for his friend. She was rabid with curiosity. What connection did this magnetic naked stranger have to her merman? She was also melting with the desire to comfort him. Hell, she was just plain melting with desire.
Gathering her legs under her, Ari used his grip on her arm to boost herself to a kneeling position, intending to stand and speak to his face rather than his crotch. Her movement drew his attention sharply back to her face, which was hovering a scant inch from the head of his cock. The early morning sun washed over him, lending an almost violet cast to his hard, corded thighs.
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er her fascinated gaze, his erection grew even bigger, tipping downward under its own weight to graze her full lower lip. A low growl drew her gaze to his face. It was drawn tight in lines of anger and arousal. The warm breeze blew in over the ocean, bringing with it the tang of the sea touched with a hint of spice. He growled again, moving his hand from her arm to the back of her head.
She tried to pull back. “Aren’t you going to check on your friend?”
The stranger merely laughed. “I assure you if he was dead I’d feel it.” He gently pushed her head toward his waiting cock. Her mouth watered in anticipation; this sort of thing never happened to her. She was a Historian, a collector of tales. She never lived the adventure herself. Now, this amazing dark sea god was guiding her willing mouth to his visibly throbbing cock, and for the first time in her life, Ariana understood what it meant to be a part of the story.
Chapter Two
Ky stared down at the human woman at his feet with a mixture of rage and burning lust. When he’d found her crouched over Jaxon, he’d been sure that she was the cause of his nest-brother’s sudden telepathic silence. Now, staring intently into her mahogany-brown eyes, he knew it wasn’t true. While Jax wasn’t speaking directly to him, the bastard’s thoughts were rumbling around in Ky’s head.
He suppressed a sigh as he glanced at his nest-brother. Jax had always had a fascination with land dwellers. Even their father’s repeated warnings and cautionary tales hadn’t been enough to keep Jaxon safely in the depths of the ocean. If anything, Poseidon’s warnings had made Jax’s research into the world of humans even more exciting.
Ky had taken it upon himself to police his nest-brother, following him on his foolhardy adventures and doing his best to protect him—all of them, really—from the possibly disastrous consequences if Jax wasn’t scrupulously careful.
Jax was never careful.
It had only been a matter of time until that uncontrolled curiosity got Jax in trouble. He had to admit, though, that it was certainly attractive trouble.
The woman looked at Jax with a mixture of delight and wonder that left Ky certain that she meant the other male no harm. And she looked at Ky with such bewildered hunger that it was all he could do to restrain himself from dragging her full pink mouth over his straining cock.
Amazingly, impossibly, he caught the drift of sweet spice mingling with the scent of the ocean. Mating scent? His gaze sharpened on the soft little human. Never had their kind, the merkin, bonded with land dwellers. It would be an impossible bond, land dweller to ocean dweller, neither able to survive in their mate’s world. So there was no way he could be inhaling the intoxication of mating scent. He knew this, but that didn’t stop his head from swimming, or him from dragging her mouth still closer to his throbbing dick.
“Dude.” A new voice broke the tension of the moment, jerking both their attention to the formerly unconscious male draped across the sand. “Where’s the fucking Ski-Doo that ran me over?” Glowing turquoise eyes flicked from Ky’s face to his erect cock and then to the woman kneeling at his feet. “And should I be pissed that, instead of fixing my fucking head, you’re busy getting yours polished?”
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Ariana jumped at the interruption. Her merman’s voice was just as compelling as his tail. Lightly accented and velvety, it sounded as golden as his skin. As she watched, he cast his eyes down over the lower half of his body and let out a soft curse. He pushed up on lean, muscular arms and looked back up at Mr. Broody.
“Shit.” He was shaking his head, and ropes of gold hair, dark with water, slid over wide shoulders. He held up one broad palm. Ari breathed in sea and spice and couldn’t drag her attention from his long, thick fingers. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, faced with the discovery of a lifetime, and all she could think about was how those fingers would feel tunneling into her suddenly steaming pussy.
“I know,” he continued. “I was too close to the shore. I need to stay farther away from the humans. I’m going to expose us all, and Dad’ll have a whale.” His words had the sound of an often-repeated argument. “But,” he added, shaking a finger at the dark god who continued to hold her trapped, inches from his gently swaying arousal, “I’m not the one about to shove my…” he sent her an apologetic smile that almost had her coming then and there, “throbbing manhood into the nearest luscious little human mouth I found.”
Ari knew she should be offended by his words. Maybe even afraid. But the man with his hands woven so firmly through her wine-red hair smelled like heaven, and she couldn’t hold on to any thought beyond taking that huge purple erection as deeply into her throat as she could stand.
Purple?
Before she could grasp why purple was wrong, the blond, Jaxon, suddenly focused in on her like a laser beam. Eyes the color of a sun-lit ocean raked over her, widened and then jumped back to the man holding her captive.
“Fuck me.” He sounded stunned. His voice took on a husky quality that stroked over her like a cat’s tongue. Broody gave one short, unhappy-looking nod. Suddenly that delicious aroma doubled, and Ari lost the fight with her self-control.
Bending forward, Ari dragged that throbbing purple cock between hungry lips. He tasted so good. Like a storm at sea, like cloves, like a flavor she’d been waiting all her life to sample. As she leaned in closer, his hands clenched in her hair, digging into her scalp and kneading. The slight pain sent shudders of pleasure streaking down her body. Her nipples, already stabbing against the fabric of her bathing suit, went painfully hard. Her pussy, soft and hot.
She sucked hard, and his jerk of reaction detonated a mini-explosion between her thighs. Everything in her clenched and a rush of moisture slipped out in a shuddering rush to anoint her thighs. Drawing back, she looked up at him with wide, hazy eyes. She’d just come from sucking his cock. Was that even physically possible? Well, obviously it was, but it shouldn’t have been. Should it?
Before she could speak, he was drawing her back, filling her again with heat and spice. He was huge, stretching her mouth until she thought she’d overflow with him. She clutched his hips, digging short, sharp nails into his hard, resilient ass. Goddess, at this rate she was going to come again, and he hadn’t touched more than her hair.
Suddenly there was a wave of heat behind her. Strong, lean thighs wedged between her own, and a large hand flattened over her stomach, pressing her back until her ass cuddled against still another impressive erection. The sensations, the hot, hard flesh filling her mouth, the steely cock tunneling between her ass cheeks through her suit, nearly sent her into a second spontaneous orgasm, but the one at her back tugged, dragging her mouth off the head of the dark one’s cock.
“Not yet,” he murmured in her ear. It was her golden one, her merman. Stunned, she twisted to look behind her. No tail now, just strong swimmer’s legs. The only hint that he was anything other than a gorgeous human surfer was the faint turquoise cast to the skin below his waist.
Suddenly the purple tint to the one before her made sense. They were both… She lost her train of thought as the one behind her—Jaxon, she remembered—lowered his mouth to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. He set his sharp teeth against her skin, just enough for her to feel it, and then dragged his tongue over the tingling mark he’d left. The sensation sent a rush of shudders through her whole body.
Jaxon laid one hand on her back, flat between her shoulder blades, and pressed her toward his companion. This time they guided her past his cock, and she nestled her face against the silky skin where his thigh met his groin. As the male in front of her grunted his pleasure at the wash of her warm, moist breath over his pounding flesh, the one behind her stroked his hand down her back, sliding easily beneath her suit.
As he approached her ass, he turned his hand so that his fingers spread over her cheeks. His longest finger delved between, stroking over the bud of her anus.
“Have you ever taken a male here?” he whispered against her neck. She shook her head, unable to speak for the lig
htning streaking from that forbidden opening to her clit. “Then you’ll have to be prepared.” His finger tapped against her, each touch another jolt of pleasure.
She felt him raise his head, knew he was meeting the eyes of the one in front of her. Her dark sea god gave another of those short nods, and Jax resumed his whispered seduction.
“I’m Jax.” His lips vibrated against her skin and he paused to suck her earlobe into his mouth for a soft lick. “He’s Ky.” Ky’s amethyst eyes blazed down at her. “And you are ours.” She knew it was true. Somehow, through some magic, she was absolutely theirs. To a normal woman the idea would be ludicrous but not to a Longfellow woman. They ran into most paranormal creatures that roamed the planet. Even though this was the first contact with the merkin, it wasn’t an implausible situation to find herself in. Unusual, yes, but not impossible.
“You are going to suck Ky’s cock,” he continued, sending shivers over every inch of her skin. “While I fuck that delicious little pussy. And the whole time I’ve got my dick inside you, I’m going to be opening you back here.” That maddening finger delved just inside her secret entrance. “I’m going to be making you ready to take Ky’s cock, and mine, up that tight,” his dick was rubbing against the bare skin at the small of her back, “sweet,” he was panting now, “little ass.” With his final promise, his finger slid deep into the opening he’d been harassing, sending a streak of painful pleasure through her.
Goddess help her, when had she lost all sense of propriety, of control? Yet she was kneeling on the beach where anyone could walk onto with one naked God to her front and his equal grinding behind her. Being a historian was not the most exciting job to have within the Longfellow clan, but she couldn’t wait to let some of the cousins who teased her about being boring know about this little adventure she was going full steam ahead with.
Mindlessly she bit at Ky’s hip bone, sank her teeth into the meat of his thigh. She knew with one hard stroke Jax could send her over the edge, into a climax even more devastating than the first. She almost wailed in protest when he slowly pulled out and wrapped both hands around her upper arms, pulling her away from Ky and into an upright position. She missed the salty taste of Ky’s amethyst skin against her tongue and she wanted to go back for more.
