Two Times the Trouble

by Mellanie Szereto

  “Was anyone in the house hurt?” Liam asked the foremost question in her mind, his concern obvious in his tone. That he worried about the welfare of the others more than cancelled out his standoffish nature.

  “All are well. They only wish to know if Jolán is in good health. I will convey your assurances to them.”

  “Tell Romána we’ll take care good of her until we can get out.”

  “I shall. The day is nearly gone. Do you have need of anything for the night? Food? Water? Supplies for tending to cuts?”

  “We should be fine ’til morning.”

  After a long moment, Ivan spoke. “Hey, Amalric, can I ask you something?”

  “You may, and I will do my best to answer.”

  “Well, I was wondering about Jolán. Her family, too, I suppose. What kind of magic do they practice? You know, like elf magic or witchcraft.”

  She almost choked at the turn in the conversation. Ivan and Liam must have seen and heard much more than she remembered. Taking them as mates required their acceptance of her heritage, but that discussion should’ve followed vows of love and loyalty. A wave of nausea swept over her. They’d never give her a chance to make them love her if they already suspected.

  “I am sorry, but that is a question you must ask Jolán. It is hers to answer or not. Good night.”

  At least Amalric had the decency to let her decide whether or not to reveal her family’s secret. Not that it mattered. They were already suspicious, and when she told Ivan and Liam, they’d think she was mentally deranged and refuse to stay—for her or the job. Then Great Grandmother would have to erase their memories of the attack, the encounters in the barn and the water garden, and the explanation about the family’s witch heritage. The disconnect would last a lifetime.

  Jolán swallowed past the lump in her throat. Her first fertility cycle failure was going to be branded in her heart forever. What would everyone say if she proclaimed herself mateless at the third-quarter moon ceremony? The anticipation over the months leading to her twenty-first birthday had magnified her expectations to unrealistic proportions, and the letdown was downright depressing. Going through it all again in seven years horrified her.

  I should spell myself to my bedroom and lock the door.

  Smacking her forehead, she rolled her eyes. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? She’d simply use a transportation charm to get them out of the wreckage. The hunky construction workers needed their minds wiped anyway. Making them forget one more incident wouldn’t make a bit of difference in the end.

  Remove us from these broken walls,

  And take us to the mansion halls

  To the cover of witch protection,

  Where all shall witness their defection.

  Keep us safe and blessed be.

  Harm to none. Please set us free.

  While the incantation wasn’t her best, and she should’ve been more specific about her destination, she wouldn’t complain about escaping the tangled prison even if they landed in a manure-filled stall in the barn.

  She waited for the swirling lights, but her eyes met with only the shadows of the darkening basement. Why didn’t it work?

  None of the usual energy flowed through her veins. Had evicting the great destroyer sapped her abilities when she’d just come into her full powers yesterday? How ironic would that be? Losing her mates over skills she no longer possessed.

  “You’re awake.” Liam knelt beside her, his features unreadable in the dim light. “How’re you feeling?”

  Like my life’s been stolen from me. She pasted on a smile. “I’m alive, and I don’t have any broken bones.”

  “I’m glad you’re okay.”

  “Okay is a relative term. I see we’re still stuck here.” Hopefully, he’d accept her change of subject.

  “You can get us out, right?” Ivan peered at her over Liam’s shoulder. “I mean, you know witchcraft or magic or something. You can use a spell to send us to the main part of the house.”

  She frowned and looked away. “No, I can’t do tricks like that.”

  “Come on, Jolán. We saw what you did with the chanting stuff. You don’t have to hide your secret from us.” His cajoling tone almost convinced her to admit the truth.

  Truth? What truth? “I have no secret.” While her skills in spell casting had vanished, Ivan’s and Liam’s proximity reignited the hormonal part of her witchhood. Nothing about her fertility cycle resembled her expectations. If she distracted Liam and Ivan with sex, maybe they’d stop insisting she perform an impossible feat. Another reason to curse you, Kazmer.

  Brushing her hair from her forehead, Liam studied her. He exchanged a look with his stepbrother before letting out a sigh as he turned his attention back to her. “You sent some ancient shifter—whatever the hell that is—howling away from here. You said he’s your enemy and has the power to control nature. To know that, you have to have some kind of powers, too. I thought you trusted us.”

  He played dirty, but so could she. Snaking an arm around his neck, she pulled him downward as she met him halfway for a kiss. The touch of his mouth against hers heated her blood, making her nipples harden and her clit throb.

  She inched her fingers along his back and shoulder, savoring the hard and soft combination of muscle and skin. He groaned and traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. She considered denying him entrance for less than a second. Desire put an end to her hesitation, and she opened for his invasion, drowning in his taste and texture. The smooth glide as he explored every inch of her mouth drove her need higher. Only one thing was missing.

  Reaching for Ivan, she tugged on his arm to encourage him to add fuel to the fire threatening to consume her. When he settled on the other side of her, she pressed his palm to her breast. His warm breath tickled her ear, and his fingers teased the tight nub until she had to drag her mouth from Liam’s to catch her breath.

  She’d gladly tell them anything they wanted to know if they gave her what she needed. “I trust you to satisfy me.”

  Liam tensed beneath her fingertips. “What if I want you all to myself?”

  “I won’t be satisfied.” She had no intention of settling for one or the other. Admitting to them that they were both her mates was much less difficult than accepting it herself had been. “You don’t want to please me?”

  Ivan cupped her tit and flicked his thumb across her nipple. “I’m willing to be sexually adventurous as long as you don’t expect me to do guy on guy. What did you have in mind?”

  She moaned at the delicious tremor that raced from her breast to her pussy. “I want to suck your cock while Liam eats my cunt.”

  A quick puff of air from Liam told her he wasn’t as disinterested in her proposition as he claimed to be. “Who taught you all those nasty words?”

  “They aren’t nasty. They’re nonclinical terms for parts of the body and add a little variety to penis and vagina. Are you offended by them?”

  He stared at her as he slowly shook his head. “You’re just making it really hard to say no.”

  She slid her hand around to his chest, creeping downward until she found his erection. “You’re right. It’s hard. After you go down on me, I want you to fuck me. I’ll have to find a place for Ivan to enjoy the ride.”

  Nibbling his way to her ear, Ivan chuckled, sending a ripple of tingles over her skin. “I can think of a couple good spots. That naughty mouth is one of them.”

  After a year of preparing her body to become mated, she wasn’t about to let him get away with something that tame. “Maybe next time. I have another idea in mind.”

  Chapter 9

  Every bit of blood in Liam’s body rushed to his dick as he imagined the possibility that had to be going through Jolán’s uninhibited brain. For her inexperience, she had a kinky streak a mile wide. Or she had an unprecedented open-mindedness about sex, because he’d stake his life that she’d never slept with two guys or let a man fuck her ass. She had an innocence about her that couldn’t be fake
d.

  Even before his relationship with Apryl, he hadn’t gone through women like a lot of guys did in their late teens and early twenties. The two other sexual partners he’d had would’ve been revolted by the suggestion of anal sex—let alone a threesome—and Jolán wanted both. As much as the thought of sharing her had angered him at first, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like. Enough passion glowed in her eyes, but would she show a preference to one lover over the other? Was her motivation a simple desire to try what most people would consider deviant behavior for the sake of saying she’d tried it? He didn’t think so.

  “Are you in, Liam?” Ivan’s voice brought him out of the haze. “Um, kinda awkward choice of words, but you know what I mean.”

  The gaffe broke through Liam’s indecisiveness, and he planted a rough kiss on her full lips. “Only for you, Jolán.”

  She shifted on the bed of layered towels Ivan had made when she’d passed out and laid a couple plant leaves next to her. “Aloe for lube. Both of you strip.”

  Her brusque demand reminded him of the confident, aggressive woman he’d met yesterday. He’d never be able to settle for passive again. Rising to remove his jeans, he winced at the tightness. His dick was more than ready to be free. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Ivan stood to do the same, having slipped his pants back on while she was unconscious. “Bossy women are so damn sexy.”

  Although the makeshift ceiling now left the basement in shadow, Liam was pretty sure she rolled her eyes at them. “You guys talk too much.”

  She yanked her tank top over her head and then wiggled out of her skirt and panties. With a tit cradled in one hand and fingers making their way to the thatch of dark hair hiding her pussy, she arched, making a dribble of pre-cum ooze from Liam’s slit.

  He knelt between her thighs and held her face in his palms to kiss her again. Instinct drove him to claim her, to be sure she knew his mouth as opposed to his brother’s and that they weren’t interchangeable.

  Nipping at his lip, she pulled away, her breath shallow and panting. “Hurry.”

  Not accustomed to a woman pleading with him to please her, he had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from exploding at the desperation in her voice. God, his balls ached.

  He helped her lay back on the towels and kissed a path through the valley of spectacular boobs to her flat stomach and her neatly trimmed bush. Her musky scent drew him farther southward. The sample he’d tasted from his finger yesterday hadn’t satisfied his craving for her.

  As he belly-crawled backward, she let out a soft moan. A glance up her contours made his nuts tighten even more. Ivan’s lips had closed around one of her rosy buds while he plucked at the other with his thumb. Last night had brought a surge of jealousy at seeing his brother paying homage to her body, but the knowledge that they’d work together to give her an orgasm soothed him. Sharing her meant increasing her pleasure and the opportunity to truly see it since he was focused on a single part of her instead of every erogenous zone he could find.

  Ready to hear more of those sexy groans, he eased his tongue into the moist sanctuary hidden beneath her pussy lips. Her tang washed over his taste buds, and he lapped at her juices while he searched for her clit. A slow glide along the length of her cunt yielded the swollen nub. He spread her thighs wider, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin against his fingers as he sucked on the bundle of nerves.

  Jolán’s husky whisper carried to his ears. “I want your cock in my mouth, Ivan.”

  Another glimpse up at her gave Liam the perfect view of his brother’s dick disappearing into her talented mouth. “Shit, Liam, you need to get busy, or I’m gonna come before she does, and I want that beautiful ass.”

  Conceding to Ivan’s wishes, Liam fluttered his tongue back and forth over her clit as he traced the seam of her butt cheeks. When he bumped over her taut anus, he kept going to her wet opening for a dip inside her. He returned to the tight hole and smeared her cream over it. A gentle push had half his middle finger buried in her.

  Uneven breaths sounded loud in the confines of their prison, and muffled feminine cries urged him to lick faster and ease deeper. Her muscles contracted around his finger as she bowed off the floor and screamed. In an effort to control the pressure building in his cock, he tensed his lower abdominals and held his breath.

  “Man, what the hell did you do to her?” His brother’s question caught Liam off guard. “I’ve never seen anybody come so hard.”

  Liam snorted a laugh in relief that he’d had a part in that. “Just a bit of prep work for you.”

  “Playing in that gorgeous butt, were you?”

  “If you two are done patting yourselves on the back, you have a job to finish.” Jolán’s contented tone took the edge off her scolding. Besides, she couldn’t be angry with them for doing what she’d asked them to do.

  Liam kissed her inner thigh. “Whatever you want, honey.”

  Struggling to fill her lungs, Jolán shook off the sated relaxation of her orgasm in favor of possessing and being possessed by her two sexy construction workers. She’d had her doubts about them agreeing to a threesome, but they hadn’t disappointed her so far. “I want more.”

  From his vantage point above her, Ivan grinned at her. “So do I, but I’m thinking we might need to discuss logistics. How do you want this to work, sweetheart?”

  “I’m going to ride Liam, and you can kneel behind me.” A year of reading her sex manual and experimenting with her toys gave her plenty of ideas. She reached for the aloe leaves, removing enough gel to ease Ivan’s entry and holding out her hand. “Lube. You shouldn’t need much since I’m already a little loose from the prep work.”

  Ivan coated his cock while she switched positions with his stepbrother. Straddling Liam’s waist, she leaned forward to nuzzle his beard stubble. He guided her mouth to his, giving her a taste of her cunt juices. The slow, sensual circuit he made past her tongue, teeth, and lips almost distracted her from the silky glide of a finger into her ass. She rocked her hips backward to take it deeper before lowering her aching pussy onto Liam’s length.

  The double invasion wasn’t enough. “I want you inside me, Ivan. Fuck my ass.”

  His finger withdrew, and he nudged at her hole with what had to be the slick rounded head of his dick. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?”

  Resisting the overwhelming need to push back against him, she nodded. “I promise. Please give me what I need.”

  Impatience almost got the better of her, but she waited for Ivan’s unhurried penetration to take him balls-deep. Every inch promised fulfillment as her tunnel stretched to accommodate his girth. She closed her eyes and let out a slow exhale. If he didn’t slide home soon, she’d likely have an orgasm without him. Shivers raced across exposed skin, though the evening air was balmy. Her muscles trembled from the unbelievable completion of having her mates joined with her in a single act.

  Liam groaned into her ear. “I hope I can last long enough for you to come with me. Jesus, I can feel every time he moves.”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m right there with you, brother. One thrust and I’m done.” Ivan cupped her hips in his grasp and stroked upward to the sides of her breasts. “You okay, Jolán?”

  His cock sank the rest of the way into her when he leaned forward, giving her a sense of weightlessness. She panted through the building pressure. “So much more. Than okay. Perfect. Complete.”

  Did they have any idea how amazing sharing herself with them felt? She floated in utter bliss. Every breath they took was her own. Every heartbeat kept time with hers. The world could end, and it wouldn’t matter because she’d achieved the greatest joy that existed. These men belonged to her and she to them for eternity.

  She pulled in a shuddering breath then blew out a shaky exhale. Opening her eyes to meet Liam’s gaze, she kissed him, trying not to move too much. His tongue sparred with hers for several long moments before she eased away.

  Turning to look over her shoulder, she smiled at Iva
n. He leaned in close to touch his lips to her cheek, but she bent her neck farther to meet his mouth. His gentle invasion reinforced the knowledge that he’d never willfully hurt her, that he was indeed her second mate.

  As much as she wanted to remain connected with her lovers like this forever, the spasms pulsing through her pussy demanded the ultimate prize. She arched her pelvis forward. “Move with me. Come with me.”

  Liam and Ivan both advanced and withdrew in a dance of syncopated rhythm, and currents of gratification hummed along every nerve ending. Their yells blended with her cries of relief and total satisfaction. The continued movement extended the pleasure until she thought she’d explode into a billion brilliant stars.

  Finally collapsing in a boneless heap on Liam, she reached to link fingers with both men. Energy flowed from their heated skin into her. For the first time in her life, complete satisfaction and contentment washed over her. This was where she belonged—lying between these two men. Her heart, mind, and soul recognized them for they were. Her mates. Her future.

  She held her destiny in the palms of her hands.

  * * * *

  Heaven could only pale in comparison to making love to Jolán as part of a threesome. That he’d had to share her with his brother didn’t diminish Ivan’s assessment of the experience. If anything, tonight’s sex made last night seem mediocre at best, even though it had been fantastic. The friction of sliding in and out of her ass as she’d tightened around him had magnified the intensity of his orgasm. It had lasted longer and been stronger than any previous eruption in his sexually active life.

  Resting his cheek on her back, he let his cock slip from her tight hole. He tried to speak, but none of the words that formed in his head came close to saying what was coursing through his heart. Telling her his emotions was impossible when he wasn’t sure of anything but the satiation of his body. Asking her to make a lifetime commitment to him might be a bit premature.