Sinful Surrender

by Houston Havens

  Arlo grabbed her hands, and a powerful energy raced through her. “You will find that strength through us, Fay. My love for you did not come from your outward beauty. It came because I saw the inner beauty of your soul.”

  His words were like the strength of an olive branch growing in her veins.

  “I am not a shallow man who sees and responds only to your physical loveliness that is just a sixteenth of who you are to me, Fay. If I were such a callous man, my love would fade as your youth will do with age, and so my affections would be gone. But, I’m not such a man. I will always see your total beauty and love you for who you are, not for what you were. My love is not temporary. I will love you for eternity and more.”

  Fay covered her face with her shaking hands. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was too good to be true. Her tears fell as the weight of her emotions burst through her. Be they tears of joy or pain, she wasn’t sure. She wouldn’t know until she heard what Logan had to say.

  She peeked over her fingers at him. He motioned for her to come to him. As she approached, he patted his lap for her to sit there. It was a gesture of acceptance, and it made her silent tears fall faster with the hope he still loved her. She crumbled into his lap as he took the handkerchief Arlo handed him and wiped at her runny nose. The moment she felt the warmth and the love of his strong arms wrap around her waist, she burst into sobs.

  “We’re not that hard to figure out, darlin’. As Airbornes, we don’t have the luxury of playing head games. We live each day in survivor mode because we never know when the Underworld is going to attack. We’ve learned to appreciate what we have. We’ve learned to cherish those around us. It means we accept their good sides and their bad sides. We love with a true heart.” He tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. “Darlin’, tomorrow war could take Drakker’s handsome looks away. Will you love him any less? It can take Arlo’s leg, like it almost did, or bring my death. There isn’t time enough to waste away our lives with shallow emotions. Life as an Airborne means we live each moment to its fullest with true hearts.”

  Logan had the cutest smile on his face when she looked up at him. “So, when we ask you to be our wife, we ask with pure love in our souls that will last forever. A love so deep it withstands time. A love to carry you through your youth and old age, through good health and bad, through hard times and happy moments. Fay, we love you. With the brand or without. And darlin’, I don’t care what you say, nothing can mar those beautiful breasts in my eyes. Now are you gonna marry us or not?”

  Fay collapsed deeper into his chest. She was crying so hard she couldn’t answer. When she tried, it came out in strange-sounding gulps of air.

  “As you told me, there’s going to come a day when you’re going to have to trust your gut again,” Logan said stroking her back in a calming fashion, but her crying grew louder. He pressed her closer and gave her several loving caresses. “I believe today’s that day. I’ll ask one more time. Will you marry us?”

  Yes! Yes! Yes! How she longed to scream it to the world she’d marry them. She wished everything they’d just said were true, but how did she know for sure? Maybe they were just being sympathetic, saying anything to get her out of her depression. How, in good faith could she say yes? “I don’t know.”

  He frowned at her mumbled reply. “What’s your gut telling you, Fay? Yes or no?”

  “I can’t…”

  Arlo looked like he’d been run over by a boulder. “Di-did she just say no?”

  “You can’t? Or you won’t?”

  “How can I…I can’t do this to you—”

  Logan pounded his fist on the side table next to his chair like a gavel, making her jump up from his lap. He stood like a powerful king, face frozen with a stern expression. “Fine.” He towered over her. “As ruler of the Airbornes, I decree you a spy in our world, Miss Fay Avalon. As judge, jury, and executioner, I hereby sentence you for the penalty of spying.”

  “Logan, please.” Fay grabbed his hand.

  He pulled it away. “Punishment will be a lifetime of devoted love…to be paid to us…” A gentle smile crossed his face as he finished his ruling. “As our wife…forever.” He tossed his arms around her and squeezed her against him. “I won’t let you go, Fay. And I won’t let you walk away from us out of some stupid misplaced martyrdom because you don’t want to stick us with a branded woman.”

  “But—”

  “No buts Fay. I know in my heart you love us, and you better know in your heart we love you.”

  “Oh, Logan.” She cried tears of relief mixed with gratitude. He’d read her heart and he wasn’t going to let her walk away. She’d found the unattainable—true love.

  * * * *

  After a quiet dinner with the three men she loved, Logan suggested the two of them take Moochy for a walk in the garden. On their way back to the house, he confided in her. “I want to enjoy everything about you, Fay. I want to share sunsets and moonlight with you. I want us to grow old together. I want to share my happiest days with you and know you’ll be there during my saddest hour.” He turned, holding her face in his hands. Sincerity held a loving light in his eyes. “Promise me…no more withdrawing when you’re troubled. If you can’t talk to me, you’ll have two other husbands to confide in.”

  “I understand. I was being selfish in my self-pity, just as Chandra said. I see that now. I’m sorry I hurt all of you. I didn’t mean to.”

  “It was worse than knowing you’d been kidnapped. At least then, we knew we could get you back. But having you here and unreachable was torture. Those were the longest months my brothers and I have ever lived through. It was awful. It was worse than war.”

  She smiled. “I hope there isn’t a next time, but if there ever is, I’ll come to you.”

  He turned her dour mood into happiness with the genuine twinkle in his eyes. “Good. Now how about we celebrate our upcoming wedding and invite Chandra, Ortello, and his brothers to spend an afternoon? We’ll have a barbecue out back in the south forty by the lake.”

  “Well, I don’t know what a barbecue is, but it sounds like fun.”

  “Good, I’ll arrange it when we get in the house. Speaking of that, we’d better head back. The guys will think I’m hoarding you all for myself.”

  They turned left at the daisy patch and strolled toward the house. Fay glanced up and for the first time since being here, looked at the house. She hadn’t realized how beautiful it was in its camouflaged construction. It was hard to make out the wooden home from the forest, not only around it, but a part of it.

  It was a large two-story house built and molded around uncut standing trees. Literally, live trees were the main structure of the home’s walls. Arlo had called it their tree house.

  Airborne technology knew how to keep trees healthy and alive yet still serve as the solid base for a structurally sound home. Somehow they treated the trees in a way that allowed them to strip off the bark, for a clean natural beige color inside the house, yet keep the trees alive and in their natural state on the outside of the home.

  The effect was stunning. The trees’ branches entered through the walls and formed beautiful staircases, floor supports, banisters, archways, and doorjambs. The rest of the construction featured glass.

  “What’s going on in there?” Fay asked on noticing the house was dark except for the faintest of light.

  “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe the guys went to bed early.”

  “Oh.” She took a deep breath.

  “It’s been a long day for us all.”

  “Yeah. I understand.” A part of her was disappointed. She’d hoped the three of them would make love to her tonight. She wanted to experience the love behind their words. She wanted her heart to know, without any residual doubts, they meant what they’d said.

  Moochy sat down, not ready to go in yet. Logan held the door open. “After you, darlin’.”

  Fay sighed as she entered then gasped as she spotted a trail of rose petals leading toward the livi
ng room and forking off to the bedroom. The unexpected sight took her breath away. Over a hundred little candles scented the room with the aroma of vanilla. The living room was decorated with flowers and a beautiful bearskin rug. It was a perfect setting for a sexual interlude. “Oh, Logan.”

  When she turned to him, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her so lovingly her heart stilled for several beats.

  “I’ve been waiting all night to do that.”

  He was real. He was her hero, and he meant everything he’d said. She tossed her arms around his neck. “How did you do this?”

  “You mean…how did we do this?” Arlo strutted into the room, carrying a gift wrapped in shiny red paper. “For you, tsi ge yu i…my love.”

  “Oh, Arlo.” She released Logan and hugged him before opening the package. Inside was a sexy white lace teddy with a thong bottom. Her smile faded the moment she thought of her brand. “I-I couldn’t wear this.”

  “Oh, I think you will,” Drakker said, entering the room looking as sexy as always in his tight jeans and black shirt. “I picked it out, and I don’t usually pick lace.” He placed a bottle of champagne on the table. “Consider yourself lucky this time because I’m warning you now…leather’s where it’s at.” He turned to her, taking the garment out of her hands, and tossed it on the coffee table.

  A moment of awareness made her all fluttery inside. The sensation told her these men loved her more than she could ever know.

  Arlo sat down, and Logan took a seat next to him on the sofa as Drakker slid his fingertips down her arm to grasp her hand. With entwined fingers, he led her to the center of the room to stand in front of his brothers. “Tonight, we get you in this dimension,” he said in a sexy, soft tone. “And this is the night you become my protégé as I introduce you to my world of wild, crazy, and erotic sex. He leaned down and kissed her then backed away.

  “Drakker?”

  “Shhh. No talking.” He pulled the ribbon that held her pigtail and ran his fingers through her hair. “You will listen carefully to everything I say. The only rule is,…if I do not talk, you cannot talk or react. Is this understood?”

  “Yes.”

  Drakker taunted her, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal each sexy muscle of his stomach with a slow release of each button. The moment he undid the last one, he dropped his arms down and allowed the shirt to fall to the floor behind him. He laced his fingers back into her hair and pulled the cropped strands to his face. He breathed in slow and deep, and then rubbed her hair across his chest. She reached for him, and he tapped her hand away. “I did not talk. You cannot react.”

  She pouted but secretly enjoyed his teasing game.

  He held a finger up in a scolding manner. “No pouting. Be patient.” His eyes sparkled like the devil’s temptation. He winked at her as he cupped his hand behind her neck. With a slight tug, he pulled her into his hard chest and pressed the warmth of his lips against hers. The fever of the kiss told her he was fired up and ready for a night of passion. He released her and placed her back where she’d been, facing his brothers.

  Logan’s stare was passion-filled, and Arlo’s hooded eyes held a poet’s dreamy gaze as they watched Drakker’s skillful seduction and her sinful surrender.

  Stepping behind her, Drakker slid his hands over the top of her black T-shirt, moving them up along the sides of her breasts until his fingertips ran over her covered nipples, causing little ripples of sensation to wash through her. He stroked her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. She was grateful he hadn’t tried to pull up or remove her T-shirt. Usually that was the first thing a man went for, and she wasn’t sure how ready she was for the exposure.

  He glided his hands down her slim torso, slipping around her waist until he reached the cord of her sweatpants. The way he slowly pulled the string to release the tie made her wish she hadn’t tied it at all. She needed him to hurry. Her pussy tingled with intensity, moisture forming before he even touched her. She wanted to feel his fingers play between her lips.

  Because Drakker was behind her, she could only see Logan and Arlo. Their lust-filled stares and growing erections told her they were as turned on as she was by Drakker’s alluring actions. The idea they enjoyed watching thrilled her. She loved being on display like this for her men. It made her feel like a queen.

  Drakker hooked his fingers into her waistband, and she felt his chest brush along her back as he slid the material down her smooth long legs. Fay raised her foot to step out of the pants, but Drakker made a clicking noise with his tongue telling her she wasn’t to move without an order. She put her foot down but not quick enough. Drakker reached up and smacked her panty-covered butt cheek.

  “Bad girl,” he murmured.

  The little slap he gave her sent decadent sparks of blazing heat to her clitoris. She sucked in a hard breath when he pressed the side of his face against her ass cheek before giving it a quick bite. He soothed the nip with a hot lick and sealed it with a kiss as he placed his fingers on the tops of her feet. His touch was warm and gentle. Just above the gathered material at her ankles, he raked his fingers over the flesh of her calves. He moved his fingertips up her legs, and her knees weakened. By the time he moved them around to stroke up the backs of her thighs, she felt the fiery heat of deeper arousal between her legs. He trailed his taunting touch down the outside of her knees and around to trace over the front of her thighs, making her pussy throb.

  This slow seduction was such pleasant torture.

  Drakker ran his touch over her ass, and more wetness formed between her thighs. With a featherlike stroke of his fingertips, he moved them down the middle of her ass cheeks, pressing the fabric into her forbidden valley, and then burrowed his fingers between the warmth of her thighs.

  Logan groaned. Drakker stroked the flesh of her inner thighs just beneath her crotch. His teasing made her want to squat just a little bit, to feel his hand touch her panty-covered pussy, but she knew better. Fay’s body was a tingling mass of stirring lust. She could barely breathe.

  He pulled her panties down to join the sweats at her ankles.

  Arlo groaned. “I want those.”

  “Fay, step out of your sweats and panties.” She did, and Drakker retrieved the delicate undies and tossed them to Arlo, who held them to his nose for a deep whiff. Fay dropped her gaze to Logan who sat with spread legs, stroking his fingers over the large, hard lump in his jeans. Her mouth watered at the thought of sucking on his cock.

  Drakker slipped his hands up her stomach and stroked down over her pussy, but didn’t enter her folds. She groaned in protest, which made him step in front of her. His voice was deep with passion. “Unzip my jeans and remove them.”

  She did as he requested and freed his beautiful hard dick. She reached for it, and Drakker tapped her hand away with a scolding frown. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet.”

  He seized the white, lace garment they had given her. “I will dress you. Whatever spot I lick, you will raise that limb and put it into the outfit.” He got on his knees and licked a hot path from the top of her right foot all the way up her inner leg. He didn’t stop until the tip of his tongue brushed over her outer pussy lips. A sharp wave of electrifying energy covered her body in goose bumps. Her knees almost buckled with the intensity of his touch.

  Fay stepped into the thong-style teddy as he guided her with another sordid trail of his tongue. He made a wet path up her other leg. Chasing the fabric in the wake of his velvet lips, he placed soft kisses to her flesh. He stood with an intense gaze and watched her reaction when he pulled the teddy up over her hips. She had expected the thong to ride up her ass cheeks, but gasped the moment she felt the material slip between her creamy pussy lips to press against her clit. She was thronged front to back.

  Drakker leaned in and whispered, “It’s a shibari-style teddy, and I adore it on you.”

  She sucked in hard as her clit spasmed with a near climax. “You remembered?”

  He winked. “I love the look
of your roped pussy. It’s making my cock harder, if that’s possible.” When Drakker stepped back, Arlo grunted, staring at the erotic division of her labia.

  Logan made a circular motion with his hand, indicating she should spin around and show him the back. She looked to Drakker, who gave her a short nod. In a vampish twist, she turned for Logan’s view.

  “Bend over with your legs spread wide. I want them to see how the corded material hugs both your parts.”

  Fay leaned over, thrusting her thronged ass high to expose her separated pussy lips as well. Drakker ran his finger along the parting fabric running from front to back along her privates. She gasped, excited by the peep show she knew Logan and Arlo must be getting.

  Drakker said, “Do you boys like the fit so far?” At their murmurs, he pressed in on the fabric where it snuggled up over her clit, and she shuddered. He moved his finger up and tapped it over her covered asshole just enough for her to know where his interest lay. Her breaths were now coming hard and fast at the promiscuous exhibition of her privates.

  “Stand and turn around to face Logan.”

  Drakker motioned for Arlo to rise. He did and removed his robe. Now both men stood before her, naked with firm rods she wasn’t allowed to touch. Just the sight of those two throbbing dicks just waiting to enter her was her near undoing.

  Arlo fell to his knees in front of her pussy. “Get the tank top off her. I want to see how the rest of this teddy fits.”

  Drakker moved in behind her. He ran his warm hands over her covered breasts and tweaked her nipples until they responded. Her body stiffened with apprehension and Drakker seemed to notice she was tentative about his removing her shirt. He slipped his fingers through the armholes of her tank top to cup each breast. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her titties through the widened armholes, causing the fabric to roll to the center of her chest, covering the brand while accenting her girls in an erotic fashion. Her perky breasts now looked like plumped twin peaks.

  “Oh shit. Now that’s going to make me come.” Arlo moaned, reaching down to put pressure on his balls.