by Aubrey Ross
“The humans must have put it on me.”
“Your body is already mending remarkably well. The gashes have closed. This should ease the discomfort.”
His palm hovered over her skin, moving from her waist to her ankle with slow, steady sweeps. She moved restlessly, bending her knee and presenting him with the tempting curve of her ass.
Concentrate! She needs your energy, not your cock!
She was so damn beautiful! His entire body ached just looking at her. He had never wanted a female like he wanted Verrine. What he felt for her was so much more complicated than lust. He was desperate to protect her, to provide for her. The possibility of losing her had been more painful than anything he could remember in his long existence.
A moan escaped her lips and she pressed her thighs together.
“Am I hurting you?” He immediately broke off the energy stream, his voice low and intimate. “This should have eased your pain.”
Expelling a ragged gasp, she clutched Arioch’s tunic to her chest. “The pain in my leg is gone.”
He touched her hip, rubbing his thumb lightly across the barely visible scar. “Then why do you look so miserable?”
“I need to…” She moaned again. “Oh, Sire, I ache.”
Shit! He must have infused the transfer with his own arousal. He rolled her gently to her back and slipped his hand between her thighs. Her blue folds glistened with moisture, slick and ready for his eager cock. “I’m sorry. This was unintentional.”
She reached for him, pulling his face down to hers. “Kiss me.”
Startled by her request, his treacherous heart leapt within his chest. He gently settled his mouth over hers and slipped two fingers into her pulsing core. Oh fuck, she was hot and incredibly soft. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and lick her until she screamed. He parted her lips instead and tenderly tasted her mouth.
I wasn’t the one who fucked her like a ravening beast. Arioch’s criticism echoed through his befuddled mind.
He would never ravish her again. She would know only gentleness at his hands and find pleasure within his embrace. He would…
She curved her fingers around the back of his neck and opened her thighs, giving him room to move. Desire pounded through him. His cock had never been this hard before. He needed to be inside her…now! Brushing his thumb across her clit, he felt her start violently.
“Relax. Let it happen.” He meant the words as much for himself as for her. He was no good at this. He knew how to conquer, to overwhelm, to claim. Seduction was Arioch’s…
Arioch watched them. Balam could feel his heated gaze. Verrine responded openly. Was she so aroused that nothing else mattered, or was Arioch’s presence exciting her? The possibility made Balam wild.
Balam slid his fingers deeper. Her core squeezed him rhythmically. She lifted her hips, meeting each firm thrust, abandoned completely to the fervor of his kiss.
His tongue curled around hers and she sucked him into her mouth. Balam let out a throaty moan. She tasted so good! He pushed in until his hand rested flush against her body, then carefully stroked her clit. Her orgasm burst and he captured her cries with his open mouth.
Chapter Fifteen
Several hours passed in strained silence. Arioch was unable to Shadow shift with the storm raging outside the cavern. The energy pattern of the entire planet seemed to be affected by the storm. Balam conjured wine and Arioch managed to shift a basket of food into the cave.
Verrine sat on the stone ledge, her legs drawn up under her borrowed dress and silently watched the brothers scowl at each other. Balam was strength personified, arrogant, intelligent and harshly serious. Arioch was mischief and mystery, sensual seduction and charm.
They were the perfect contrast, the most fascinating combination. Waking up pressed between their bodies had planted a wicked seed within her mind. Watching them, imagining the possibilities, cultivated the plant. Had such an arrangement ever been proposed? Especially by a female?
She smiled. Hadn’t her mother set the standard for outrageous females? She was about to prove that she was Lilith’s daughter through and through.
“Have you ever shared a female?”
“What?” The word burst from them both in unison.
Verrine laughed. “It was just a question.”
Balam pushed to his feet and crossed the cavern. “You are my mate. I will share you with no one.”
Her heart thudded within her breast. Are you bold enough to love them both? Are you… Her thoughts trailed away. Love was a human emotion. Demons did not love.
Refocusing on her goal, she tossed back her hair and said, “It was just that attitude that ruined what happened between us before. I belong to no one.” She paused, caressing his face with her gaze. “However, I am willing to share myself with you.”
“And only me.”
She bit back a laugh. This was a dangerous line she toed, but nothing had ever made more sense or seemed so right. She just had to convince the two most powerful beings in the Realm of Darkness that she was the only female for them. “Facing death can bring life into focus like nothing else. You excite me, Sire. I respect you and honor you, but your brother makes me laugh. He is playful and amusing, and I need those things in my life as well.”
“If you must choose one or the other, which would it be?” Balam asked stiffly.
“I would choose to continue my search for the perfect mate.” She looked from Arioch to Balam and back again. “I have found the perfect mate in both of you. But one without the other is incomplete. I would choose neither.”
Arioch laughed. “I’m not greedy. I’m willing to be the consort of the Prime Leader’s mate.”
“You’ll fuck her whether I agree to this or not?” Balam shouted.
“No!” Verrine stood. “That’s not the deal. Either we mutually agree or I plan a different course.”
“A course that compromises the pact?”
She stood her ground, wanting this with every fiber of her being, determined to have it. “I honored the pact. I came to you willingly and submitted without reservation. Can you deny it?”
“Set him aside. Then I’m free to woo you,” Arioch suggested cheerfully.
“I know.” She paused for a long moment, studying each brother in turn. Her gaze finally settled on Balam. She lowered her emotional defenses, allowing him to see the strength of her desire. “I can’t choose one or the other because I want you both.”
“He is never to touch you unless I am there,” Balam said gruffly.
Verrine’s heart galloped madly. Her knees quaked. Had he just agreed?
“Does the same apply to you? Will you only touch her when I am there?”
“No. She is my mate.”
Arioch didn’t argue. He looked at Verrine, his blue eyes glowing. “As your consort, am I free to have other partners?”
She grinned. “You won’t have time. I intend to keep you very busy.”
“Am I free to accept a mate of my own, should a female I desire offer herself to me?”
She had to think about that. Was it fair to prohibit the possibility for all eternity? “What has kept you from taking a mate before now?”
He shrugged. “Apathy. No female has ever captivated me. Before now.”
“Then I’ll just have to see that you remain captivated.”
“I will not create this bond on a hard stone floor.” Balam looked at Arioch. “I know we are trapped, but can you transform the cave?”
“I don’t know. This storm is playing havoc with my abilities. I’ll try.”
He walked to the center of the room, his features relaxed, but the blue of his gaze intensified, reflecting off the cavern walls. The ledge vibrated and expanded, sliding outward until it met his shins. She now sat in the middle of a large stone platform. Stepping up beside his brother, Balam conjured blankets beneath her and surrounded her with mounds of cushions.
A spicy, exotic scent drifted on the air. Verrine inhaled deepl
y and sighed. Incense. She tested the softness of the thick blankets and arranged the cushions against the wall. Pleased by their thoughtfulness, she pushed to her knees and tugged her dress off over her head. With a smile she watched them react to her nudity, awareness pulsing between them. “No clothing is allowed in my bed.”
Arioch laughed and shucked his breeches. Balam shrugged out of his robe. As they stood side by side, she was able to study their subtle differences. Balam was a bit taller, while Arioch was more muscular. She grinned. The distinction applied to every body part. Balam’s cock was longer, Arioch’s thicker.
Her pulse sped and excitement coiled low in her belly. These two magnificent males would soon join her and…join with her. Feminine power intoxicated her, made her giddy and anxious, ready for the bonding of bodies and spirits. “You never answered my question.”
“Which question is that?” Balam asked.
“Have you ever shared a woman before?”
“Yes.” Balam smiled, his dark eyes gleaming. “Your intuition served you well. It’s something we both enjoy.”
“Good.” She licked her lips, a wave of uncertainty washing over her. “I’ve never wanted anything more, but I don’t really know how it’s done.”
They moved as one, circling the bed and joining her upon it, one on either side. Balam slipped his arm around her shoulders, Arioch supported the small of her back. Cupping her chin, Balam drew her face toward him, covering her mouth with his. They each cupped a breast and Verrine arched into the warm pressure of their palms, their stroking thumbs.
Balam kissed her, sweeping his tongue over and against hers, filling her with his scent, his taste, his heat. Then he released her and Arioch turned her head, framing her face with his hands. His kiss was softer, sweeter, filled with patience and tenderness.
Verrine moaned. Just kissing them built her need to a throbbing demand. How was she going to survive the culmination? She wanted to devour them and be devoured by them, yet she wanted it to never end.
Panting softly, she lay back against the cushions. They stroked her breasts, warm hands, playful fingers and clinging lips combined in a dizzying seduction. One licked and nibbled while the other sucked, then at some silent signal they switched. Tingling sensations curled from her breasts to her core. Her clit throbbed jealously.
“I will taste her while she sucks you.”
Arioch nodded. Anticipation sizzled along her nerve endings as Verrine watched them reposition. Balam pulled her down along the bed, away from the cushions. Bending her knees and spreading her legs, Balam lay on his belly, rubbing his smooth scalp against her inner thigh. The gesture was oddly endearing and intimate.
On his knees beside her head, Arioch traced her mouth with his fingertip, his eyes glowing like sapphires. She nipped his finger and he chuckled.
“Maybe I better not, if you’re in the mood to bite.”
Her gaze moved to his thick cock, bobbing not far from her mouth. “I won’t bite that,” she promised with an inviting smile.
“If you want it, take it. I’m not stopping you.”
Balam pressed his palm over her mound, watching their sensual play with obvious interest. Verrine tingled from head to toe and a heated flush crept from her breasts to her hairline. They were waiting for her!
She wrapped her fingers around Arioch’s shaft, amazed to see that she couldn’t circle his thickness. The head of his cock was bright blue, matching the intensity of his gaze. The harder he grew the brighter it glowed until she chuckled. “Can you use it to find your way through the darkness?”
She licked the very tip and her playful question was forgotten. Compressing her lips into a tight ring, she sucked him through the barrier and reveled in his rumbling groan. He arched over her, supporting himself on his forearms as he rocked his cock into her mouth.
Warm lips brushed her mound, nuzzling her gently. She couldn’t see him with Arioch arched over her face, but Balam teased her with featherlight kisses. He wasn’t using his tongue, just rubbing her sensitive flesh with his firm lips. His mouth opened wide, covering her entire mound. She squirmed. His hot, moist breath caressed her. And still he hadn’t touched her with his tongue.
That’s want she wanted and he knew it. She wanted the tender stroke, the rhythmic flick of his skillful tongue.
Arioch kept up the steady slide of his cock in and out of her mouth, but Balam’s teasing made her restless, frustrated. Unable to speak, she lifted her hips in silent invitation. His deep chuckle vibrated through her. His tongue finally sank between her swollen folds and circled her clit.
Verrine moaned. Balam stroked her, traced her, explored her silken flesh. She let her legs sprawl, open and eager for his torrid kiss. His hands slipped beneath her, squeezing her ass, lifting her more firmly against his mouth. Her core pulsed hungrily, waiting for the thrust of his tongue, but again he withheld what she wanted most.
Carefully closing his lips around her clit, Balam sucked the sensitive nub, dragging a keening cry from Verrine. She tossed within his grasp, desperate for that tiny flick, that little nip that would release her pleasure. He ruthlessly kept her poised on the brink until her entire body trembled. Then he shoved his long tongue deep into her core. She came hard and fast, her inner muscles rippling around him.
Arioch pulled out of her mouth and caressed her breasts while Balam feasted on her release. He licked and sucked every last drop of her creamy essence. His obvious enjoyment triggered a new cycle of arousal. He adored her with his mouth and she wanted to give him everything.
Verrine shifted her fingers through Arioch’s hair as he caressed her breasts. He was so gentle, so dear. Her heart swelled with affection.
Balam moved up beside her. “Now I get the pleasure of that glorious mouth while Arioch prepares you for more.”
“I’m ready for more now.”
Arioch scooped her up in his arms and she laughed while Balam stretched out on his back. “No you’re not,” Arioch said. “But you will be.” Balam spread his legs and Arioch set her down on her knees between them. “Ass in the air, little one.” He guided her into position, placing her hands on either side of Balam’s hips and centering her face between his brother’s thighs. Arioch lifted her hips and spread her legs wide. “Don’t mind me, just play with his cock.”
His casual suggestion had the opposite effect. She stroked Balam’s cock with her hand, but her attention focused on Arioch. He massaged the back of her thighs, her hips and her ass, his hands strong and sure.
“Suck me, Verrine. I want to feel your lips around my cock.”
Leaning forward, she took Balam into her mouth, inadvertently providing Arioch with just the view he desired most. “You have such a fabulous ass.” He rubbed both cheeks at once, then pulled them apart and brushed his thumb over her anus. “Did you take this as well, brother dear.”
“I fingered her a bit, but you will be the first to fuck her.”
Verrine’s eyes widened as she pictured Arioch’s thick cock. Releasing Balam from the warm suction of her mouth, she raised her head. “You can’t mean to take me there. You’re huge.”
“I’m the leader of Shadow Clan. I can reshape my body at will. I would never hurt you.” He laughed. “Unless you want me to.”
Balam took her face between his hands and urged her back down over his cock. “Don’t let him distract you. That feels wonderful.”
She sucked and swirled her tongue around Balam while Arioch prepared her body for their final joining. When she had suggested they share her, she hadn’t actually thought they’d take her together. Two cocks inside her at the same time, two hard bodies straining against her as one? Excitement thrummed and she nearly came just imagining what they had in mind. Could Arioch really claim her ass without causing her pain?
Arioch pushed two fingers into her pussy and Balam growled a warning.
“I’m just getting my fingers wet,” he protested, but he slid in and out several times before moving on. Spreading her cheeks wide
, he rimmed her anus with his tongue. Prickly sparks of pleasure erupted from the simple caress and she shivered. She’d never dreamed she was so sensitive back there. He sneaked down and circled her clit with his fingertips while his tongue played over and against her puckered little hole. It was nasty and carnal, so very demonic. Arousal sizzled through her blood.
Verrine slid her mouth up and down Balam’s long cock. Taking him well into her throat, she still couldn’t accommodate all of him. She worked his shaft with her hand and focused her mouth over the sensitive head.
The blunt tip of Arioch’s finger pressed against her anus. She concentrated on Balam, trying not to tense. Pressure, more pressure. Then he slipped past the tight collar of muscle and into her ass. She’d enjoyed this well enough when Balam had done it. She just needed to relax and let her body have its way. It was a very different sensation than having a cock in her pussy. As he pulled back, the sensations escalated, then eased as he pushed back in.
She slid her mouth up and down on Balam as Arioch finger-fucked her ass. His fingers moved smoothly in and out, likely eased by more than her cream. Fingers began to rub her clit, but she wasn’t sure how he was touching her there.
“Stop trying to analyze the sensations and just let yourself feel,” Arioch advised.
Balam was hard and hot, his taste rapidly spreading through her mouth. Her body felt full and yet empty, Arioch’s fingers accenting the needful ache in her pussy. The pressure swelled as Arioch inserted another finger. Was that only two or was he using three?
A warm palm slapped her ass and Arioch said, “Stop thinking. We are in control of your pleasure. All you have to do is accept what we give you.”
It was far more tempting than it should have been. Could she trust anyone that unconditionally?
The fingers rubbing her clit began to pluck and she moaned around Balam’s cock. Each careful compression launched a tingling pulse deep into her abdomen. Her core rippled and she tightened her muscles, squeezing Arioch’s fingers.
“I want your cunt, my love,” Balam growled. “Come. We need to be inside you.”
