If only we could get Saorise back, it would be perfect.
Assuming any of them would want to stick around once this nightmare was over.
I swallowed hard and pushed past that morbid thought, focusing instead on the rise and fall of Declan’s chest.
We were here now, at least for a little while longer. Suddenly, a wicked thought grabbed me. Ducking my head under the sheets, I found his sweet cock already at half-mast - dreaming of me, I hoped. I took him in my mouth, bathing him in saliva, and began to suck strongly at him. He grew fast in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with the sound of Declan's moans. Moments later, the sheets were lifted and he looked down at me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"This is your wake-up call."
"I'll definitely be staying at this establishment again."
Not even waiting for him to run the slumber from his eyes, I climbed astride Declan's supine body and slipped him into place, gasping as I slid down his length. I then proceeded to wake him up more thoroughly by riding him at a vigorous pace, bouncing my backside hard on his hips till he was gulping in breaths like a racehorse.
Now, fully warmed up, I clambered off him again and took him back into my mouth, sucking hard and drawing grunts of need from above me. I sucked like a madwoman, flogging the base of his long shaft with my hand.
"Ah, Jesus, Sienna..." Declan groaned desperately as I swallowed him once again, wondering idly how long either of us could bear this game.
The growls and grunts Declan made as I sucked away at him had certainly become more strained, and he was clearly struggling so I let him go and climbed astride him once more, this time facing his feet.
Declan forced his twitching member down to meet me, pushing in, swelling inside me. I rode him hard, need clawing inside me. I was the one on the verge, and I made no attempt to hold back my first orgasm of the morning, bouncing frantically up and down on Declan's tortured, swollen cock, stretching me…pounding in and out—
“Oh, god!”
But as I squealed my way into this lovely orgasm, the door to the bedroom opened and Connor and Patch entered, looking at us both with amused expressions on their faces. Still trembling, I flopped down against Declan, incredibly embarrassed but unable to stop my body if I had wanted to - this orgasm was happening. I writhed my way through it, my body flushed with pleasure and shame under the heated gaze of Declan's older brothers.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t know you’d be here so early, and I--”
"I told you not to worry about it," said Patch, the gleam in his eyes as his gaze trailed over my body sending a shiver through me.
"We're just glad you two haven't been bored waiting for us," Connor said, the gravel in his voice making me flush.
"It's fine." Declan patted my bottom comfortingly. "We all know that you've slept with all three of us.”
"We'll let you get on with it," said Connor, beginning to back out of the room.
"No!" I wasn't sure I'd actually intended to speak, but the word was out of my mouth now and I had to justify it to the men looking at me. "C-can you stay?”
The hungry looks on their faces soothed my fears.
"I love you all. And... I don't know... It still seems odd to me, but I do. I don't want any one of you. I want every one of you. Together."
It was that last word that had been the hardest to say, because while I knew that Selkie did not mind sharing partners, what I was asking was something else again.
“And we love you, Sienna,” Connor said. “Almost as much as we want you right now,” he added with strained chuckle.
As if by tacit agreement, and with a nod from Declan, Connor and Patch stepped back into the room and closed the door behind them.
Connor’s nostrils flared as he began to shed his clothes, Patch following suit. Declan gathered me in his arms, drawing me back against him. During the brief interruption, his cock had softened somewhat inside of me, but now, as I began to work my hips once more, I felt it harden again, still so full of strength.
"Oh, that's so good," I gasped.
To my left, Patch joined us on the big bed. There were still faint bruises and healing injuries on his body, but one part of him was clearly in full working order. I gulped him into my mouth and drew strongly at his cock, wanting to suck away the pain and hurt he had felt.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Connor join the party and reached out for him, grabbing his thick shaft in my fist and beating it smartly to full erection.
For a moment, I was almost stunned into incapacity. This was happening. I was pleasuring three men - three brothers. I had a man in my mouth, a man in my hand, and a man plunging inside me, over and over. I had never been that girl, but right now I was so happy to be that girl, because they were those guys.
By now Declan's moans and gasps were coming through gritted teeth. He punched the mattress, trying to distract himself from his need to explode.
He clearly didn’t have long left but I didn’t want him to come yet.
Hastily, I lifted myself off his straining cock, hearing it slap against his stomach with a meaty smack. I kissed Patch's cock goodbye and turned to Connor.
He was seated back against the headboard, beside his exhausted brother, his fiercely aroused organ towering from his lap, waiting for me. I had quite forgotten just how big Connor was, and was happy to be reminded as I gave him a quick suck to ease his passage, then straddled him.
I moaned as he entered me, sliding in partway then backing off. I kissed and bit at his rugged features as he continued in this pattern, forging a little deeper each time until I finally had all of him buried inside of me, filling me with his hard meat. With strong hands on my hips and ass, he moved me up and down, in circles, twisting me against him as the intense sensation built the heat in my core to almost unbearable levels so I was whimpering with need.
In my wild arousal, I reached for Patch and found him there. I alternated pumping at him with my hand and sucking with my mouth, making him sigh with pleasure. Declan lay on the bed beside us, eyes glassy, chest still heaving a little, his heavy cock swollen with effort, and twitching with unfulfilled arousal. I grabbed it with my free hand, still careful not to bring him off, but wanting him to be part of the experience. His head lolled as I worked him, his mouth hung open and eyes closed as he fought his body's urgent need to come.
I was indulgently delighted that I had no need for such a fight. As I churned my seething heat into Connor's hips, I felt a flash inside me. Moments later, I went off like a rocket, dropping Patch from my mouth so I could howl my lust at the ceiling of the cabin.
The burning intensity of the orgasm wiped me out completely and I fell over backwards, Connor's massive cock slipping out of me and bouncing into an upright position as I lay back on the bed, wasted and shivering the delicious aftershocks.
I was roused from this semi-comatose state by the feel of lips on my body. I had been a little concerned by my own selfishness - this had, so far, been all about me - but the guys, apparently, just wanted to pleasure me and had found another way to do it.
The three of them knelt about me, kissing and lapping at my exhausted body as I purred in fresh arousal. As I started to come back to life, my hands, of their own accord, reached casually out, stroking, scratching, pumping and squeezing at whatever they were lucky enough to find.
The guys’ mouths now seemed to be working in circle, converging on one point. I cried out as three tongues entered me at once. Just the idea was enough to send me over the edge, and the reality was the most incredible thing I had ever felt, as three tongues dipped, fluttered, licked, lapped and penetrated all at once. I came again, but this one just left me wanting more.
I caught Patch's eye. He had been more than patient and I now spread my legs to reward his patience. My third man sunk into me and the lovely memories of my night with Patch washed over me as I recalled his strength and stamina. Patch lifted my legs beneath the knees, bearing me up for easy access as his powerful hips pump
ed relentlessly, smacking against mine.
I did not forget about the other guys. Grabbing both men, I alternated them in my mouth; first Connor's beast, then Declan, trembling with frustration. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I then dragged both down, opening my mouth wide. Patch grinned broadly at the sight of both his brothers in my mouth, never slowing in his pounding rhythm. The feel of both their cock heads in my mouth was another new one on me. I liked it, and I rolled my tongue around them before letting them go so I could breathe again.
All three men were close now, Patch sucking in air as he fucked me hard and fast, Connor biting his lip as I beat hard on his colossal member. I had no idea what was stopping Declan from coming, and was now gleefully torturing him, sucking as hard as I could on his sore cock.
My next orgasm was building fast and I wanted to share it with these beautiful men. As Connor teased my clit with his tongue, even as his brother's penis sawed in and out of my slick pussy, I surrendered to the moment.
"Oh, yes... Oh, now... Come on me."
I had no idea where the desire came from but I knew it was what I wanted. Declan shot first, yanking his cock from my mouth and crying out in relief as his seed burst forth in an arc across my writhing body.
Before his second spray, Patch had pulled out to deliver his first, mixing with his brother's on my tummy. And Connor was not far behind, his cock swelling still further and delivering a series of thick spurts like a cannon. They came hard and plentifully in hot lashes across my skin, and as the last shots dribbled forth, I touched my fingers to the silky liquid.
Now I understood why I had desired this; because it was all three of them. I had them all, mixed on my skin.
Chapter 18
We cleaned up in the chilly lake water and, though there was no sign of her, I couldn’t help but wonder if Leanne was about.
What would she make of this?
A part of me I didn't like very much hoped she would be able to sense the lay of the land. The better part of me reminded that ugly part that she’d been instrumental in us finding Saorise and she had been nothing but lovely to me. She deserved to find someone - or someones, as the case may have been.
Back in the cabin, we ate a hearty breakfast. It was amazing how comfortable we all felt together. Something that could have changed everything between us for the worse had, if anything, changed it for the better.
After breakfast, we were able to sit down and talk through the plan for the coming night.
"According to Leanne," Declan explained, "there is an underground river that runs right through the Mung estate. He uses it to supply running water to the whole property. It's an impossible swim for a human - at least without diving equipment - but for us, it's the ideal way in, and from which they probably won't be expecting any attack."
Connor nodded. "There may be a few guards down there. He's no fool, after all. But I bet there's not as many as there are elsewhere."
"And don't forget, he doesn't like company," Patch put in. "He's not going to have guards around if he doesn't have to. And he doesn't tell them stuff if he doesn't have to. So, the chances are that they won't be on the look-out for seals. That would be 'need to know' information."
"Once we're in," Connor took over, "we use our other secret weapon."
They all looked at me.
"Am I missing something here?"
"We could disguise ourselves as guards or workmen," explained Patch. "But most guards aren't allowed in the main building unless there's an emergency - like us breaking in. On our way here, we were able to get some more intel off the net. Most of it came off like speculation from conspiracy theorists with nothing better to do, but one post from a woman who used to clean for him felt right. She complained that the pay was exceptionally good but that she knew in her gut something weird was going on because certain rooms were off-limits.”
“I bet,” Connor said with a harsh laugh.
“Just when she and the others started to get curious, they were switched out with a new crew from another temp company called Happy Maids, the third company that year. Apparently, he doesn’t like anyone getting too comfortable. The good thing is that the cleaning staff is allowed in the main house. We don't really look the part, but you, on the other hand..."
"I look like I should be scrubbing toilets for a living,” I asked with a mock glare.
Patch held up his hands. "Only in as much as you are small and non-threatening."
“Hey, it’s honest work.” I shrugged. "It’s a bit of a body blow to feminism, because I could be a stealth ninja beneath this soft exterior. Considering the circumstances, though, I’ll let your political incorrectness slide."
"You probably won't have long before someone realizes you're not supposed to be there," Connor went on, sparing me an eye roll, "but hopefully you won't need long."
"We're hoping," Declan spoke up, "that once you're that close, Saorise will be able to sense you and contact you."
It was wonderful that they had now accepted my connection to Saorise to the extent that it was a key part of their plan, and it was great to be asked to play such an important role in that plan, but there did seem to me to be a pretty major problem.
"I don't like to be a downer. But how am I getting into the building? I'm not a seal, I can't swim underwater for that long."
The guys looked at each other before Connor looked back at me.
"We can get you in, but it will require extreme bravery on your part, and we cannot guarantee that it will work. We won't make you do it and we won't blame you if you don't want to."
"When you say you can't guarantee that it will work...?" I left the end of the sentence unsaid.
"It’s dangerous," clarified Connor, not wanting to let me get into something without fully understanding it. “There’s a chance--”
"I could die, right? Okay, then." I nodded.
They all stared at me blankly. "You don't want to hear what the plan is first?"
I shrugged. "I want to hear it. But it doesn't make a difference. If this is our best chance of saving Saorise then I'm doing it. And if it was likely to kill me, I don’t think you’d have suggested it. Am I right?"
Connor nodded hesitantly. “That’s true. Still, there are risks--”
“Risks that any of you, including Saorise, would take for me,” I cut in smoothly. “So let’s go, what’s the plan?”
I think they all knew what my answer would be before I said it, but it was still nice to see the pride mingled with the uncertainty in their faces.
I was one of them, now. Family.
"Well, as Leanne described it," Declan began, "there’s no air in the river tunnel. No human could swim along fast or agilely enough to get from outside to inside on one breath and the rocky, treacherous pathways would make scuba gear more of a danger than a help. One of us," Declan continued, "could swim fast enough. You would need to hold on tight, and hold your breath while we swim you there. We could stop and breathe into your mouth, but when panic sets in, you might fight it, and--"
"But you think you can get me there fast enough that I won't drown?" I pressed.
Declan flicked a look at Connor, who answered. "We don't know exactly how far it is. Leanne can't tell us that. But we think - since we'll be going with the current rather than against it - we can make it."
“And can breathe for me if I stay calm enough to let you?”
"Yes,” Patch said with a sage nod. “But there is no guarantee. And we’d never get over the loss if something happened to you, Sienna. You have to understand how important it is to stave off panic.”
I looked at them. "I already gave you my answer. It hasn't changed. Let’s do this."
That afternoon, Declan and Patch went out to scout the area around the mouth of the underground river, to make sure it was not guarded. I found Connor seated on the porch, staring into the trees with a somber expression on his face, and sat down beside him.
"Alright?"
"Ask me again tonight."
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br /> "It'll work," I said. "We'll get her back."
"You don't know that." There was a hardness in Connor's voice. "We want to believe that the worst never happens to us, or the ones we love. That sort of thing only happens to someone else. But we're all someone else to someone else."
I took a deep breath. "I've been wanting to ask you; about Eileen."
Connor's eye-line remained unchanged, staring out into the forest.
"If that's okay," I added.
"I don't know if it's 'okay' or not. It'll never be okay." His face twitched involuntarily. "In a way, you're the last person in the world I want to talk to about Eileen. But you're also the one who most deserves to know, I guess."
He still didn't look at me, and I wondered if looking at me, the woman in his life now, felt like a betrayal of the woman he had clearly once loved.
"The short version is; Eileen was my first love. I mean, there had been other females - you know what it's like when you're young. And as you have probably gathered, selkie are a little freer in that area than humans are - we have a bit more animal in us. But still, when a Selkie finds someone they love then that is no less real than it is for humans."
"I have no trouble believing that," I said. For all the unusualness of our relationship and how quickly our tragic circumstances had drawn us together, I loved them all. And it was very real.
"For Eileen and me, it was easy," Connor continued. "We loved each other and that was it, from the first. I don't think it ever crossed either of our minds that we wouldn't spend the rest of our lives together - which is a long time for a Selkie - raise a family. All that. Then, one day..."
He paused, trying to find a way to tell a story that I think he had never planned to tell.
"She’d gone on a trip to see family and I hadn’t seen her for almost two weeks. We agreed to meet up at our favorite restaurant for dinner. She didn't turn up at the agreed upon time, but I didn't worry. Eileen was," a nostalgic smile flickered about his lips, tinged with melancholy, "not punctual. Any little thing could throw her off schedule. A wounded bird, pausing to help an elderly person with their groceries. But time passed, and I realized something was wrong."
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