LongfellowsLovers

by Sierra

  “Jaxon. Ky.” Their names were a sigh. “I always knew there was magic in the world. I’ve spent my life recording the stories humankind will never know.” She trailed her fingers through the water and continued softly. “I just never imagined it would touch me.” Her laugh was short and painful. “I belong to you now. Both of you. Beyond any bonding, beyond the sex, I offered you my soul.” The tears wouldn’t be denied any longer. “And you took it. I love you.” Her words were broken, and all the more powerful for it. “You have my first loyalty.” Her hand fisted in the water as tears slowly tracked down her cheeks. “I love you,” she repeated. “I will not betray you. No one will ever know of your existence. And I will belong to you forever.” As she spoke the final words, she bowed her head in grief.

  One single tear fell, like a diamond, to mix with the salt of the sea.

  * * * * *

  Poseidon felt his eyes widen as Ariana’s tear resonated across the ocean. He’d been right. The Great Power knew what it was doing. What did surprise him was the depth of her feelings for his boys. They were as heart wrenching, soul ripping as those of Ky and Jaxon. She truly loved them beyond herself, beyond her duty to her family and beyond the world above. A female like that came once in a lifetime. Who was he to deny his sons the love they each deserve? Resolved, he turned to his sons. He had to speak quickly—there wasn’t much time.

  Chapter Nine

  Ari stood for a moment more, letting the water lap over her, pretending it was the touch of their hands. Finally, painfully, she turned to face the shore. She knew she would return often, needing to feel close to her mates, even if it was just an illusion.

  She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when the water began to churn around her. A giant foaming wave engulfed her.

  “Mine,” Ky growled, dragging her against him and sealing his lips over hers. She tasted of the ocean and desire. He was vaguely aware of Jax, surging up behind her, hooking his arms over Ky’s shoulders to crush her between them.

  “Ours,” his nest-brother corrected.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yours.” Her arms slid behind her, around Jax’s neck as her legs closed around Ky’s torso, digging her heels into the sensitive place at the base of his tail.

  She stretched between them, like some pagan offering to the sea. Her dress was plastered to her skin, transparent in the water. Her breasts, those full, bounteous breasts, beckoned and he gladly answered, fastening his greedy mouth over one pebbled nipple right through the drenched fabric.

  Ari was drowning in the pleasure. Ky’s mouth pulled at her nipple, his tongue rubbed over the electrified bud, sending jolts of sparks straight to her pussy. Jaxon, seeming to sense her need, slid one hard palm up her thigh, dragging her skirt to her waist. Fisting the sodden material there, he slid his free hand between her thighs. No preliminaries, no warning, just two long, wide fingers spearing into her, filling the space that needed him the most.

  Screaming, she launched into an instant climax, shuddering in their arms. Ky moved to her neglected nipple, drawing it between his teeth and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Jax dropped her skirt and lifted his hand to her chin, turning her face against his chest until he could bend and reach her mouth.

  His tongue slid inside like coming home, like sex, like love. He tasted of spice and desperation. Or maybe it was her desperation. She only knew that trapped as she was between her mates, she never wanted to be free. She might not survive walking away from them again.

  Jaxon had always been the initiator in their encounters, but now Ky took control. It was as if their enforced separation had set him ablaze, left him crazed for each touch, each taste. Using that uncanny communication with his brother, what she now knew was telepathy, Ky disengaged her from Jax’s arms. Both men had manifested their legs, and now Ky scooped her against him, encouraging her to wrap her own legs around his waist as he carried her to the shore.

  Falling to his knees at the surf line, he lowered her to the damp sand with surprising gentleness. For all his urgency, he was careful with her, and it brought tears to her eyes. Her mate. Watching out for her welfare.

  Jax lingered next to them, his desperation no less, but he understood Ky’s need to take her first, to mark every part of her with his scent, his very essence. This was more difficult for Ky, Jax realized. Ky had always been more intense, more serious. While Jax was able to find humor in most situations, Ky focused on the outcome, on winning. Admitting he needed this woman, this human, had shaken his foundations, and the idea of losing her permanently had nearly destroyed him.

  Now Jax watched with hungry eyes as Ky slid down their mate’s body, lifting soft, round thighs over his shoulders before dipping his head to her glistening pussy. In spite of his absorption in her feel, her honeyed taste, he still managed to position himself so that Jax got an excellent view of his tongue flickering over her most sensitive spot, his fingers sliding into her welcoming sheath.

  She arched into his mouth, arms spread wide, fingers digging into the wet sand. Jax nearly came himself as Ky moved to rim her sensitive entrance with his tongue, plunging it deep into her core as she began to shake and shudder against him.

  Ky swiftly drew himself up her body, pausing to worship her belly, her breasts, to sip at her nipples as if drinking the elixir of life. He muttered against her flesh, guttural, incoherent words of desire, of sex, of love.

  “Starving for you,” he growled against the soft roundness of her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel. “Never leave you again,” he grunted against the inner curve of her breast. Looking up through his lashes, he met her eyes. “You will never leave us again,” he commanded, burying his face in her neck.

  With each word, Ariana shuddered more, twisted her hands in his hair to drag his mouth to hers. His brother’s desperation, his mate’s arousal, nearly sent Jax over the edge once again. Quickly he clamped a hand at the base of his cock, stemming his uncontrollable response. He might be willing to let Ky work off some of his anxiety first, but no way was he going to miss coming in his delectable mate this time.

  Before Jax’s burning eyes, Ky took her mouth in a brief, eating kiss before moving still farther up her straining body.

  “Lift up,” he grunted, “on your elbows.” Once she was positioned as he’d directed, Ky fed that enormous erection between her eager lips. The dark head fell back and his eyes closed in a pleasure that Jax knew was almost painful as Ari took him unbelievably deep into her mouth. Jax could almost feel her throat closing over the sensitive head, his connection to Ky was so strong. As before, as always, the taste of her mate’s flesh and arousal sent Ari into a hard and fast orgasm, leaving Ky grating out a sound of profound pleasure before pulling out of her luscious mouth.

  When she tried to pull him back, he resisted, sliding back down her body to rest between her legs. “Oh no, love. Not there. Not this time.”

  Before her climax had faded, he was inside her. Jax had never seen him so hard, so aroused. His dick was swollen to epic proportions and Jax knew that there’d be no double penetration of that tight little pussy today. Hell, Ky’d be lucky this time to even get all the way inside her on his own!

  A few short pumps of his hips, and Jax could tell that Ky was near to orgasm, holding it back by sheer will power alone. Once again he pulled out and once again their mate protested. This time Ky guided her to her knees, turning her to face away from the ocean, but leaving her far enough in that the surf washed over her calves.

  With little finesse, he planted a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her onto all fours. He clasped one full cheek in each hand and set his cock, well lubricated from her mouth and her pussy, against that hidden, forbidden opening.

  “I will mark every part of you. You will never forget who you belong to.” Each promise drove his cock a little farther in, and her moan of pleasure quickly rose to a wail. “You are ours. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. None other will ever fill them. They belong to us. To Jaxon. To me.” By the time he’d fin
ished speaking, he was seated fully inside her, stretching her and stimulating nerves that were already excruciatingly sensitive.

  Jax found himself pulling his hand along his cock, unable to bear the lack of her touch any longer. As Ky pulled her up onto her knees, legs spread wide over his thighs, Jax knew his own patience was at an end.

  Filling his brother’s mind with his own thoughts, he commented, I’ve been very patient. Ky dragged his eyes from the view of Ari’s heaving breasts to meet his. You’ve marked her as yours, brother. Now will you let me mark her as mine? Jax saw the brief flash of remorse in his nest-brother’s eyes before the other male sank back, resting his ass on his heels. The position stretched Ari along his body, leaving her entire front, including the delicious little opening between her thighs, open to Jax.

  * * * * *

  Ariana was lost in sensation as Ky branded her. Everywhere his cock touched her, she felt his mark, and it gave her such a sensation of peace and belonging that she wondered how she’d ever survived without it. The only thing missing was Jax.

  Somehow she knew that Jax would stand aside this one time, bowing in the face of Ky’s need. There would be times when Ky would do the same for him. Even knowing that, when Ky stretched her along his body, offering her to Jax even as his cock throbbed like a burning iron bar in her rear sheath, her body and heart rejoiced. There was nothing, she knew, that compared to being possessed by both of her mates.

  Jax prowled forward, reaching down to gather her damp dress, which had wadded up around her waist, and pull it over her head and off. He brushed his erection, glossy with pre-cum, over her lips, her heart, marking her as surely as Ky had done. Each mark was another cord binding them all together.

  He dropped to his knees before her, bending to lick at her mouth, her nipples. The flames that shot through her were more than physical. The pleasure was excruciating.

  One large hand dropped to the slickness between her thighs. She jerked against Ky, jostling the huge erection lodged in her nether opening when Jax stroked over her clit. Ky held her steady when Jax sank two fingers deeply into her pussy, widening them, stretching her grasping flesh.

  “So tight,” he murmured. She shuddered. The sensation of Jaxon’s fingers moving in counterpoint to Ky’s cock filled her with a sort of madness. “So hot,” Jax continued, and each drawn-out word was like a caress. “So sweet.” His fingers were plunging now, and orgasm seemed a mere instant away. “So ours.”

  He moved closer, fitting his knees around Ky’s like pieces of an interlocking puzzle. He leaned over her so that she was surrounded. Ky was behind her, a hard, hot resilient wall. Jax covered her, a smooth, silken blanket of heat.

  With one deft move of his hips, Jax set his cock at her opening. On Ky’s slow outstroke, Jax plunged upward, digging through protesting tissues until he was seated fully inside her, his head pressed to her cervix.

  Ariana screamed at the pressure, the pleasure. Even her two mates had never filled her so. They set up a rhythm, moving in counterpoint to each other. Ky would pull out, Jax would delve in. Then the reverse. The thin skin separating her two sheaths became another sexual organ. The sensation of them passing each other, their ridged heads dragging against each other through the thin skin between them drove her crazy. She knew that with one hard stroke from either of them, she’d come as she never had before. But they kept the rhythm so damned slow.

  It was all sensation, all impressions. Ky’s hands on her breasts, Jax’s mouth. A hand cupping her jaw, her neck, collaring her. Sucking one wide finger between her lips, wild for the taste of them.

  She was desperate for relief, desperate to come. She began to work herself against them. She ground her hips back against Ky, squeezing her strong muscles to massage and inflame his thrusting cock. She traced famished fingers over Jax’s chest, scraping her nails lightly over his nipples as she contracted her inner muscles to drive him crazy too.

  Finally, she won. Ky’s low, continuous growl became a howl of pleasure. Jax threw back his head and let loose a roar of his own. Both males thrust simultaneously into her, a hard, plunging thrust that seemed to reach straight to her heart, and as their rich seed flooded her in bursts of fire, Ariana tipped over into the abyss.

  * * * * *

  She awoke in Jaxon’s arms as he stepped into the shower. Ky, who was close behind them, stepped in as well, though he was careful to let the warm water wash over her.

  As Jax slowly lowered her to her feet, he met her eyes somberly.

  “We have much to discuss.” His voice was more serious than she’d ever heard it, no trace of Aussie surfer dude to be heard.

  Ariana swallowed back her panic. “No.” Her voice was low and tense. “I don’t want to discuss anything. Discussions just lead to you leaving me, or to me leaving you. I will not discuss the death of my soul.”

  Jax’s eyes went dark with pain and he lifted one hand to stroke over her cheek. Ky moved behind her, and took her shoulders in tender hands, turning her to face him.

  “Beloved.” His expression was softer than she’d ever seen it. “The only discussion left to have is how we will divide our time.”

  She met his eyes, then Jax’s, bewildered.

  “I don’t understand. I know that I can never reveal you. I would never betray you that way. But I can’t leave my family, my duty, either. And you can’t live here, with me…” Her voice trailed off, soft with pain.

  Jax moved closer behind her, hands on her hips. With Ky at her front, clasping her shoulders, Ariana felt surrounded by comfort, by warmth, by love. Dropping a kiss on that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, Jax spoke.

  “Ariana, our father, our king, realized that we can no more live without you than you can live without us. When we say that, we’re not being dramatic. Our souls would literally die.”

  Ariana melted back into his embrace as Ky began to stroke her arms gently, brushing sand and grit from her skin. As he cleansed her, he spoke quietly.

  “Our king also realizes that there is a great battle coming, one that will impact all fantastical races.” Snagging a bottle of sweetly scented body wash, he began to lather her upper body as he spoke. “Perhaps it is time to make our presence known, if only to the Longfellows, the Evermen, the Guardians and protectors of all humanity. Our father heard your vow and tasted the truth in your tears. We trust you with our lives, our souls and our hearts. Because of this, he is willing to trust you with the future of our people.”

  Moved beyond words, Ariana couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but choke back her tears. Tears of humility, tears of joy. Tears of gratitude that she would be able to live, to love, and would not be required to betray either of her families.

  Sensing that she needed time to control her emotions, to absorb their words, Jax and Ky began to bathe her in earnest. Ky smoothed bath oil scented with vanilla and spice over her entire body, used gentle fingers to brush away sand and grit that had worked its way into all her uncomfortable places.

  Jax worked shampoo into her long wine-red hair. His fingers were firm as he worked the lather deep into her scalp, massaging until he drew a low moan of pleasure from her.

  It was intensely sexual, yet Ari knew that they were not leading up to sex. Her males, her mates, were as compelled to care for her as they were to make love to her. That knowledge filled her to overflowing, and finally she was able to smile, to speak through her tears.

  “So how…” She paused as Ky wiped a sheet of lather from her forehead. “How does this work? I know that you physically can’t live on land permanently. And I can’t abandon my duties to live with you permanently.” She sighed her pleasure as they rotated her under the warm spray, rinsing her thoroughly.

  “We’ll take turns,” Jax explained. With the release of tension, he lost the formality that had invaded his speech. He was her surfer boy again, and that more than anything else convinced her that she wasn’t dreaming.

  “We’ve got permission to spend three weeks of e
very month with you. We can spend that time all together, or we can stagger it so that you are never alone.”

  Ky gave a dark laugh and murmured against her neck, “I for one would not mind some time alone with you.” Ariana giggled and Jax rolled his eyes.

  “Dude, like I care! As I was saying, we’ll have to spend one week a month in the water, but it doesn’t have to be this water. Our father has designated us Ambassadors to the other ocean-dwelling communities.”

  Ariana felt her excitement building. Yes, she would protect their privacy as much as was possible, but the life Jax was describing offered the potential of such discovery, such exploration. And she had to admit that a small, selfish part of her was glad that she would be the Longfellow to introduce this new era.

  “Our king,” Ky added in his serious tones, “does ask that at least one week of every four months you spend with us, in our home. He would have you get to know us, to become a part of our people, as we become a part of yours. We have linked our fate to yours; you should understand what that means.”

  She was overwhelmed. As tears continued to rain down, she wondered if someone could die, could just explode from too much joy.

  “I want to know your world,” she laughed up at them. “I want to know your friends, your family.” She wrapped an arm around each, enjoying the slide of her hands over their slick skin. “I especially want to know your parents, your siblings and the people who shaped the males you are.” She gave an almost shy smile. “I want to thank them.”

  Suddenly she found herself engulfed in a three-way embrace. Completely safe. Completely secure. Completely loved.

  The men dropped to their knees, Jax in front of her and Ky behind her. Two tongues licked her, one across her belly, the other along the small of her back. Two sets of hands opened her pussy and her ass wide and they licked her front to back.