Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Fiona Blackthorne

  “Let’s warm it up in here,” Sean said, kneeling by the fireplace as he started a blaze in the hearth. He came back over to where she stood between his brothers and took her hand and brought it to his mouth. He began to kiss each fingertip and lightly suckle them. He dropped a kiss in her palm then ran his tongue over her lines, like an erotic fortuneteller.

  Each touch of his tongue to her hand drove shivers through all of her nerves. Her toes curled in her boots, and her sex began to clench reflexively, weakly trying to work itself to a climax.

  “We…we shouldn’t do this.” She gasped as Declan and Sean pulled off her coat, and Robert brought his fingers down to the buttons on her jeans.

  “Do you want us to stop, sweetheart?” Declan chuckled, slipping his hands under her shirt and running his fingers over her hypersensitized skin, stopping just short of her bra.

  Yes. “No,” she moaned, and it took her a moment to realize that she had said the wrong word. How could she be doing this? Three men when she hadn’t been on a date in three years? Or was it five years? Oh hell, how was she supposed to remember anything when three incredibly sexy men were toying with her clothes?

  “We want you,” Robert growled, yanking her against him by her waistband as his fingers deftly undid the buttons on the front of her jeans. “We need you.”

  He kissed the corner of her mouth then nipped at her bottom lip. She swallowed a moan at the sensation of his teeth scraping against her lips. Finished with the buttons, Robert slipped his hands down her jeans, sliding between her panties and her skin to grab her bottom, working the warm flesh in his hands and pulling her tightly against his cock.

  Declan and Sean pulled off her shirt and switched places as Sean now pressed himself against her back, his cock throbbing against her ass. Declan knelt down and quickly untied her boots and got them off her feet, peeling off her thick, woolen socks.

  The fire was blazing in the hearth now, filling the room with a heat that matched Ava’s own burning need. She felt like she was floating, tortured and tempted by a hundred hands and mouths. What was happening to her? She was being stripped naked by three men who made it clear they wanted her…and she wanted them just as much! Her mind reeled, ricocheting between shock at herself and a fierce lust that wouldn’t let her say no to anything. It was a primal pull that was inexorable and inevitable, a pull that was twining its way around every part of her body and making her heart race.

  God, she was getting so wet, and she was aching to be touched, to be filled.

  Declan stood up and pulled down the straps of her bra. He brushed her shoulder with his lips while Sean teased her ear, making her jerk and shudder with the spikes and spasms of need that were building in her breasts and her pussy. She needed them! Damn it!

  “I have to taste these,” Declan said, gently and with torturous slowness pulling down her bra. He unhooked the front clasp and tossed it aside, leaving her bare from the waist up.

  “Perfect little tits,” he breathed, bringing his mouth to one breast. He swirled his tongue around her nipple then bit it gently, sending shock waves of pleasure straight down to her pussy. She bucked against Robert who groaned and leaned in to flick at her other nipple with his tongue. Sean reached around with his hands and held her breasts out, offering them to Declan and Robert who sucked, nipped, nibbled, and flicked at her nipples.

  “I know what else I want to taste,” Sean panted, pulling her away from the others and bringing her to the thick bearskin rug before the fireplace. Ava moaned as her wet nipples hardened even more when exposed to the cold air. She wanted their mouths on her again. She was getting so close to a climax. She didn’t think she could bear it any longer.

  Sean laid her down gently on the rug while Robert took off his coat and made a pillow for her head out of it. Declan stretched out alongside her and began to tease and taste her nipples. She reached up to touch Declan, only to find Robert grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head as he laid down on the other side of her and attacked her other nipple.

  Somehow, being so helpless and exposed was exciting instead of terrifying. Ava felt so good, so right with these three men. She wasn’t anybody or anything in that moment except the object of their desire, and it was an amazing sensation that she never wanted to end.

  Sean tugged off her jeans, leaving just her panties on.

  “Oh man,” he said. “I don’t know if I can do this slow.”

  “Tease her,” Declan said around her nipple. “You know you want her to be crazy for your mouth.”

  “I wanna use more than my mouth.”

  “We all do,” Robert said, and Ava could feel his grin against her breast. “We’re all going to fill that sweet pussy. Now show it to us!”

  Sean looked at her, and she saw both lust and something more in his eyes. Something she would have called reverence if she could have believed it herself. All she could really think of, though, was the tiny triangle of fabric that kept her last secret hidden from them.

  Slowly, Sean began to pull her panties down, and she felt his fingers and the scrape of elastic against her skin. Then, he yanked them all the way down, and it was done. She was completely naked in front of three fully dressed men, and she loved it.

  “Jesus, she’s wet,” Sean panted as he knelt down and lowered his lips to her pussy. His tongue immediately went for her sensitive nub, flicking at it, and then he sucked on it, slowly, rhythmically, driving her to the point where she felt everything would explode.

  “Ah, don’t stop!” she cried out when he raised his head. He grinned at her and instead slipped two fingers into her slit. She was so unused to anything trying to get in down there that it was almost painful to be stretched like that.

  “Fucking hell, she’s tight, too!” Sean exclaimed. “She’s milking my fingers.”

  “Please, please,” Ava moaned, unable to think of the rest of the words to beg for release. Her whole body was tingling and sensitive, and every flick of tongue on her nipples made her clit throb but didn’t bring her to the edge where she could just jump off into bliss.

  “God, I gotta get in her,” Sean said, freeing his cock. It was huge and rigid, bigger than anything Ava had ever seen. She licked her lips, unable to resist it. “Hang on, baby,” he said to her. “You’re so tight, this might hurt a little, but it’s gonna feel good. Okay, baby? I’m gonna make it so good for you.”

  Ava nodded, no longer able to speak. She felt Sean spreading her pussy lips, and then the head of his cock against her slit. Slowly, he pushed in. He was right. It did hurt, but it also felt so good. It made her feel full and satisfied in a way that touching herself never had. She squeezed her eyes shut to feel more of the sensation and opened her mouth to cry out in want as he pulled almost all the way out before plunging into her again.

  Another cock touched her lips as she opened her mouth, and she saw Robert holding his cock out for her, as big and swollen as Sean’s. Without another thought, Ava put her lips around his cock and began to suck, swirling her tongue around the crown and pulling as much of it as she could into her mouth. She needed this, to feel filled from all ends.

  Declan still played with her nipples, only now, he freed one of her hands so that it could wrap around his cock. It was almost too big for her to get her hand around, but she stroked it and rubbed it teasingly, reverently. She was now without thought, simply reveling in her wantonness and the pleasure that was consuming her, nerve by nerve.

  “Fuck!” Robert exclaimed, his voice tight and strained. “You had better hurry up, Sean. Her mouth is so damn good, I’m going come in it if she keeps it up.”

  The thought of swallowing his seed or having it squirted over her face should have been gross, but instead, in this moment, it was intensely exciting and arousing. Instantly, she wanted Robert and Declan to come on her, all over her, her breasts, her face, her pussy, and she throbbed helplessly and without relief at the thought.

  Sean pounded into her with his cock, each stroke pushing her hig
her and tighter against the edge. He came, almost growling and snapping like a wild animal. He pulled out and sat back gasping, and Declan took his place, easily sliding into her now and digging into her pussy with his long, thick cock.

  His movements were smoother and longer than Sean’s, setting a different pace for Ava’s pleasure throbs. She was almost in pain from not being able to come yet, being kept on the brink of ecstasy, unable to release.

  “Please.” She gasped as she teased Robert’s shaft with kisses. “I need to…please…”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” Declan groaned. “You will. Trust me, you will. Oh damn, you are still so tight and hot. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  Declan gripped her hips, raising them off the floor and grinding himself into her in a way that almost brushed her clit. Sean came over and began to suckle her breasts again, teasing them with calloused fingers that were rough and caught on her soft skin, driving her crazy with the sensations.

  Robert fisted his hand in her hair, and he held her head still as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper than she had taken him and making her feel amazingly erotic and desirable.

  Her body jerked as Declan climaxed and shook her as he emptied himself into her. Like a dream, she felt him slip out of her and move to her other side to take up licking and biting her nipple as Robert slammed his cock into her.

  “Now, you’re gonna come, love,” Robert said with a growl, bestowing sharp little bites on her nipples. He ground himself into her, and with his hand he began to stroke her clit with long, steady caresses. She felt the rhythm of her pleasure building, spurred to higher and more jagged peaks as Sean kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth and demanding her surrender, and Declan unrelentingly biting and pinching her nipples.

  Everywhere were fingers and mouths, touching her, teasing her, taking her where they wanted her to go…where she desperately wanted to go now.

  “Come, love,” Robert panted as he pinched her clit hard, holding on to her hips with his other hand and slamming into her.

  Ecstasy broke through her, shattering her nerves like a million bits of glass, sharp and clear. She cried out helplessly over and over again as the waves of pleasure kept coming because none of them would stop touching or stroking her, even as Robert came with a roar and a shudder.

  Her heart raced and jerked, as if being pulled at by invisible strings…three strings that pulled her to the three men around her.

  Finally, the tide of pleasure turned and gently ebbed out, leaving her stunned, sated, and sleepy. She felt pillows and blankets being wrapped around her as she floated in a pink, fuzzy bliss. Two warm bodies cradled her on either side, as the blaze in the hearth settled to a warm, steady burn.

  Dimly, she heard a voice say, “I’ll take first watch,” and the others murmur assent. One of the strings of her heart seemed to stretch, to grow taut with a sudden distance, but, by that point, everything was fading softly and slowly into an easy, simple darkness where everything was finally right in her world.

  Chapter 5

  The sky was still heavy and gray, but the first hint of sunrise had faded the inky black night into a sharp blue light. Robert could see his breath as he ran up the path from the woods to the cottage where his lovely Ava slept.

  He could hardly wait to see her, and it had been with extreme reluctance that he had left her side during the night at all, but when Declan had come back, cold and grim faced from his patrol, he knew that he had to go out there to keep Them from getting to Ava.

  He had sensed the change in the air the moment the earth spun day over the night. The oppression of the darkness and the presence of Them had ebbed, leaving behind only an uneasy mist over the frost-crisp ground. He stopped behind the woodshed to shift back to his human form and quickly throw on his clothes before continuing on to the little white guest cottage.

  Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the huge, rambling white farmhouse that stood next to the woods. All the shutters were closed on all three stories and all along the wings of the house. He breathed a sigh of relief that Ava was at least in the cottage and not in the main house. That would have been unbearable. It was bad enough that she was here and not safely with them, but the idea of her left unprotected in that damn farmhouse scared the shit out of him.

  He approached the cottage and quietly let himself in, the pressure his heart felt from being apart from her easing as he drew nearer to his Ava. He felt cramped in the small space. It was one large room, with an old kitchenette, a small table and chairs in a dining nook, and then a tiny living room with a battered old sofa, a rocking chair, and a faded easy chair by a fireplace. Even the huge bearskin rug in front of the hearth seemed too big for this little room. There were two small bookshelves filled with moldy paperbacks, probably left behind from various summer vacations, some old crockery on the mantel, and a tiny television on a stand. He noticed there was a satellite box. Probably there had been a satellite dish installed somewhere by the farmhouse.

  Yet, while he and his brothers were almost too big for this cottage and filled the space with their large bodies, it was perfect for small, delicate Ava. His heart beat faster as he thought of her desire-drunk eyes and the sensation of being buried inside her, the tremendous connection he felt to her now. Was what he felt love? He couldn’t answer that yet. He’d never truly loved any woman. All he knew was that since the moment she walked out of the woods, his entire existence had shifted, tilting on a new axis that bent his whole being toward her. She had to be the one.

  Sean turned from the counter where he was brewing up a pot of coffee. The bitter smell was warm and inviting after being out in the predawn cold.

  “Everything settled?” Sean asked quietly.

  “Yes,” Robert replied. “Is she still sleeping?”

  A tender smile touched Sean’s lips as he nodded. “Declan is in there with her, keeping her warm. I thought she’d want some breakfast when she wakes up.”

  “She’s going to want more than breakfast,” Robert said ruefully. “She’s going to want answers.”

  “She won’t believe the answers we give her. She’s not ready.”

  “We have to tell her some of it.”

  Sean nodded glumly then poked his head into the fridge. He brightened up as he emerged with eggs and bacon.

  “I like a girl who likes bacon,” he announced with a grin.

  Robert grinned back. Thank goodness for Sean’s unfailing good humor. He had kept Robert and Declan afloat for years after the reality of their curse had settled in on them, dragging them down into a bottomless despair.

  There was a crash in the bedroom, followed by a muffled cry from Declan and a sharp, “What the fuck?” from Ava, and both he and Sean ran to the bedroom, only to see Ava scrambling to stand up, frantically wrapping the quilt around her.

  She looked up at them, and terror and anger and humiliation were written all over her sweet face. Robert’s breath caught in his throat. His cock sprang to life at the sight of her, half draped in a faded homemade quilt, her slate gray-brown hair hanging loosely over her bare shoulders. He was almost crazy with the need to kiss her luscious mouth and inhale her frantic breaths.

  Declan sat up, holding his head in one hand and the alarm clock that had evidently been thrown at him in the other. During the night, he and his brothers had carried her into the bedroom so she wouldn’t be stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor, tucking her in carefully against the chill in the room, despite the fire blazing in the living room.

  “Get out,” she said fiercely, and Robert’s heart ached to see tears welling up in her eyes. “All of you, get out!”

  “Ava, please,” Sean said gently, holding out his hand to her. “Please, let us explain.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything to explain,” she snapped, then bit her bottom lip before the sob in her voice could spill out.

  “We know it was a lot for you last night,” Declan pleaded, putting down the ala
rm clock and getting out of bed. “But, it wasn’t what you think.”

  “It wasn’t just sex,” Robert said, mentally adding that it was the best, most amazing, most meaningful, important sex of his life.

  “We don’t just want you for a one-night stand or a fling,” Sean chimed in. “This is more than that.”

  “You all are crazy,” Ava whispered, shrinking back from them as Sean took a step toward her. “Please, you got what you wanted, now leave.”

  “We will leave,” Robert said, “but, first, you have to hear us out. If after that, you still want us to leave, we’ll go.”

  “There is no bargaining here!” Ava cried, her shoulders starting to shake. “I’m sorry if I led you all on last night, but what happened is…is done and over. I don’t want to talk about it, and I don’t want to see you, any of you, ever again.”

  Robert couldn’t stand it any longer as the tears spilled out of her eyes and rolled in great raindrops down her pale cheeks. He crossed the room in three strides and wrapped her in his arms. She struggled against him, but couldn’t do much as she was trying to hold up the quilt around her body.

  In a second, Sean and Declan were there beside them, picking up the rest of the quilt and wrapping it around her, stroking her hair, kissing her shoulders and rubbing her back, and Robert held her tightly to him.

  Ava broke down in gut-wrenching sobs, each cry like a knife to his gut. This was all going so wrong, suddenly! They were supposed to make her happy, make her fall in love with them, and so far, she feared and mistrusted them to the point of trying to recoil from their touch.

  “Hush, sweetheart, shhhh,” Declan murmured, rubbing her back and smoothing out her hair. “It’s all going to be okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be afraid of.”

  Robert listened to Declan’s words, grateful for his brother’s insight. He would never have guessed that part of Ava’s anguish was from believing she had done something bad, something deviant. He watched as Sean grabbed a pair of Ava’s jeans, a top for her, and some underwear and sped to the bathroom where he heard the shower start running. He marveled at how she brought them all into perfect balance finally, with Sean’s humor and energy, Declan’s patience and insight, and his strength and ferocity.