by Tabke, Karin
In a blinding finish their hypersensitive bodies halted as if suspended in time, then crashed into a heaving, sweaty mound of quivering flesh.
Long minutes passed before any one of them could move. Gently, Lucien and Rafa slipped out of her, and she collapsed onto the soft downy grass. Breathing so heavy she doubted she would ever catch her breath, Falon’s body continued to tremble with aftershocks.
Lucien kissed the inside of her thigh and gently licked their combined moistness from her, careful not to touch her throbbing pussy. If he did, she might explode again. Rafa smoothed her hair back and kissed her eyelids, her nose, her chin, then nudged open her lips with his tongue and kissed her deeply.
Never had she felt so loved or so sexually content. Yet as those thoughts occurred to her, her shameless body thrummed.
Lucien growled softly between her thighs. “You are insatiable, Falon.”
“I am,” she said breathlessly. “But only with you two.”
Rafael’s tongue licked the seam of her lips before he withdrew and looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell us what you want.”
She swallowed hard. She wanted everything.
“I want this to never end.”
She gasped, raising her hips against Lucien’s salacious lips when he suckled her clit.
Rafa’s eyes flared. “You look so goddamn sexy when you cry out like that.” She moaned in agreement and in pleasure. He nipped at her chin, then nipped again when she writhed beneath Lucien’s mouth wreaking havoc on her. “You like this?” Rafa roughly asked. “Lucien going down on you while I watch?”
“Yes,” she moaned as her skin flushed. She loved it.
“I want you to come, Falon, because you want to please me,” he said possessively.
“Yes,” she gasped, focusing solely on his blazing eyes.
When Lucien slid a finger across her clitoris she hissed in a long sharp breath and closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes,” Rafe commanded.
She did so immediately.
“That’s it, baby.” He slid his hands up her arms and pulled them above her head so that she was pulled taut. “Now, I want you to tell me what you want Lucien to do to you and how good it feels.”
Embarrassment flushed her skin hot.
“Don’t be shy, baby.”
Falon swallowed hard, wondering if she had ever been so aroused by mere words. When Lucien moved away from her, she cried out. “No! Luca, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Rafa prompted.
“Don’t stop touching me.”
“Tell him what to do, Falon.”
She swallowed hard and kept her gaze locked on Rafa’s. His nostrils flared and his skin glistened with sweat. He was as aroused as she.
“Luca,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
“He can’t hear you,” Rafa said.
“Luca,” she said louder. “Touch me.”
“Tell him where.”
“Between my legs.”
Lucien slid his fingers along the inside of her thigh. She moved to accommodate them, too embarrassed to give him specific instructions.
“Tell him where,” Rafa commanded.
“Higher, yesss.” Oh, that felt so good. “Now, inside.” She bit her bottom lip when he slid a finger into her.
“How does it feel?” Rafa urged.
“Good. So good.” She arched and said, “Now move in and out. Slowly.”
Agonizingly slow, Lucien moved his finger in and out of her. “Oh, yes, that feels really good.”
She felt rather than saw Rafael grab his cock. His eyes darkened as he slowly began to stroke himself. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, but that would be giving you what you want, and right now, I want you to know we’re in control. Not you.”
His lips nipped at hers. “Do you understand that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she moaned. She understood perfectly.
Rafael lowered his lips to hers and whispered, “Stop moving.”
“Wha—”
“Stop responding to Luca.”
Falon swallowed hard but did as he commanded.
“Now tell him to lick your pussy.” He brushed his lips across hers and added, “And don’t move a muscle when he does.” Her shallow breaths bounced back into her own mouth, Rafa was so close to her. His eyes held hers while his left hand still held her arms above her head by the wrists and his right hand slowly stroked his cock. She had never felt so erotically charged as she did at that moment.
“Luca,” she said hoarsely, “lick me—my pussy. Hard.”
She squeezed her eyes shut when he slid his finger from her.
“Open your eyes,” Rafa commanded.
She obeyed and it took every bit of willpower she possessed not to move when Lucien’s long, thick, and very talented tongue burrowed deep inside of her.
“How does that feel,” Rafe asked against her lips.
She licked her dry lips, catching his bottom lip as she did. He moaned his pleasure, as his eyelids fluttered in a brief lapse of control.
“Good,” she whispered, not trusting her voice.
“Only good?”
She swallowed hard as Lucien’s wanton lips and tongue tantalized her beyond the pale. “Better,” she gasped, resisting the urge to close her eyes and liquefy, “than good.”
“Open your mouth, Falon,” Rafa commanded.
She did and nearly creamed herself when he slid his forefinger into her mouth. “Now suck.”
When she did, the pull from her pussy connected with the pull of her lips making it almost impossible not to move into it. “Eyes open, sweetheart,” Rafe breathed. His thick erection moved up and down her hip as she sucked in the exact cadence of Lucien’s treacherous mouth.
Her skin flushed with a fresh coat of sweat. Her body trembled despite her Herculean effort to keep perfectly still.
“Do you want my dick inside you?”
She nodded and sucked his finger deeper into her mouth. His body shuddered. “Tell Lucien to stop.”
Oh, she didn’t want to. “Stop,” she said against Rafa’s finger.
When Luca moved away from her she saw Rafe exchange a look with his brother and knew they had their own plans.
“Keep still, baby,” Rafa said softly as he withdrew his finger from her mouth and released her hands.
And just like that she lay spread eagle on the ground, dripping wet, more aroused than she had been in her life and neither one of them touched her. Falon swallowed hard against her dry throat.
“If you move, Falon, we walk away.”
Not breaking her gaze, she silently nodded. Her body thrummed with violent need. Even the cool evening breeze could not bring down her temperature. Rafael sat down beside her and traced his finger along her bottom lip. “I love this lip.” He kissed it, and then sucked it into his mouth. “It’s so full and pouty.” He laid back into the grass and said, “Sit on me.”
Falon hurried to accommodate him, and when she slowly impaled herself on his thick erection she could not help a long slow groan of pleasure. His hands slid along her thighs to her hips and held her immobile as he gained control of himself. Rafe was as close to the edge as she was. “Don’t move,” he breathed, “until I tell you to.”
It was the hardest thing she had to do. Sit immobile and impaled by Rafa’s luscious cock. Her interior liquid muscles though paid no attention to his command. Spasmodically, they contracted around him, hungry for what was being denied them.
“Lean forward,” Rafa instructed. As she did her bottom lifted and Lucien, who had moved behind her, knelt between Rafa’s knees and slid his finger along her spine, down between her butt cheeks and, oh, she swallowed hard, along her sensitive anus.
Her muscles clenched
around Rafa’s rock hard cock.
“Don’t move a muscle,” Rafe said sharply.
“Easy, angel face,” Luca whispered in her ear. “Easy.” He slid his finger deep into her and she nearly snapped in half. Rafa stiffened beneath her and she knew he fought for control as desperately as she. When Lucien had her completely loosened he slid his finger from her and gently probed her with his cock head. Not taking her eyes off Rafa, Falon held her breath as he slowly filled her from behind.
Once she was completely and fully filled by them, Falon let out a long shaky breath. They were amazing and as insatiable as she. Rafael’s brilliant eyes glittered. “I’m going to move now, and then Lucien, but you will stay completely still.”
She made a small whimpering sound of dismay but quickly stifled it.
Rafa moved into her, and as he moved back, Lucien slid deeper into her. All she could do was remain frozen and absorb the onslaught of sensation. She forced her eyes to remain locked on Rafa’s. His flickered as his nostrils flared. His features had sharpened to hard planes. Their tempo picked up rhythm.
She was the hull of two mighty pistons, as each one thrust the other retreated. Her thighs quivered and her juices saturated each thrusting cock, soaking all three of them.
The tension in her body was so intense, so tight, so bittersweetly painful she began to feel faint from sensory overload.
Lucien’s breathing intensified; Rafa’s body beneath her slickened with her juice and his own sweat.
“Now, baby, come for me now!” Rafa commanded hoarsely.
Her body obeyed and the floodgate slammed open and every cell in her body screamed with relief.
Energy swirled and snapped within her. The intensity pounded like thunder through her, reverberating in Rafe and Lucien and the three of them came together in a colossal three-way orgasm that obliterated any doubt that they were meant to be as one, the power of three.
Sixteen
IN A TANGLE of limbs and satisfied sighs they lay beneath the rising moon. The full globe shone golden, casting comforting warmth across the field. What they’d just done—it had been the most erotically intense sexual encounter Rafael had ever experienced. He wondered if it were just him or if Luca felt the same way.
“Is that what you wanted, Falon?” Rafael asked as he trailed his fingertips along the inside of her sultry thigh. But he already knew the answer. Her essence was as intoxicating as a drug, lulling him into a perpetual sexual trance that he doubted he would ever fall out of. His lust for this woman would never be slaked. And today it had hit a high he never imagined existed.
She moaned and flexed her legs while wiggling her toes. “Mmm, more than I imagined it could be.”
“Be careful how you move, angel face,” Lucien said drowsily from the other side of Falon. “Your sweet tits are tempting me every time you move.”
Falon giggled and shook her chest, eliciting a groan from Lucien. He snatched a nipple between his lips, and Falon squealed and tried to push away. Giving no consideration to Rafe whose head was resting her hip, Lucien pushed Falon into the heather, and maneuvered himself between the thighs Rafe had just been stroking.
Rafe’s cock swelled as Lucien slid into Falon’s ever-wet pussy. God she was amazing. He had wondered how she would handle two oversexed alphas, and now he knew. She was handling them both quite effectively, and shock of all shocks, he felt no jealousy. Even more odd was he enjoyed the camaraderie of the three of them like this. No inhibitions, no secrets, just love and acceptance. Rafe sat back and ran his fingers through his hair. Jesus Christ, he was impatient for her again. He envied Lucien as Falon’s knees came up and her legs slipped around his waist. Her skin was so soft and silky. Her pussy so sweet, and succulent.
Lucien nipped at her breast and said, “Did you like it when Rafe commanded you?”
She arched, and closed her eyes. “Yes.”
He scraped his teeth down her jugular. Rafe’s cock swelled harder, but he would not interfere. This was Lucien’s time with Falon. They would both want one-on-one time with her. He’d give Lucien his, and then he’d enjoy his own. Just as he’d enjoy their not so private time with her now.
“Why did you like it?” Rafe asked, very interested why such a dominant female would give up her power in such a vulnerable way.
She opened her eyes, looked past Lucien at him, then looked back into Lucien’s waiting gaze. “Because it was nice to be told what to do instead of being in control. I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders for just that brief amount of time.”
Lucien smiled and kissed her. He moved slow and deliberately, in and out of her, taking his time, which made Rafe antsier. He wanted Falon again but when he looked up to the rising full moon he knew they were running out of time. At midnight they would be their most powerful, and it was then they would need to make their move to steal the Cross of Caus.
Giving them the privacy they deserved, Rafe grabbed his clothes and sword, and moved away from them toward the path behind the ruins that led to a small waterfall and pond. The air had cooled considerably and he needed to bathe. The last thing he wanted was for those damn witches and goblins in town to hone in on Falon’s scent because it was smeared into his pores.
He surfaced in the frigid water, then moved back as Falon and Lucien came running hand in hand down the rolling bank. They jumped into the water together.
Rafe shook his head and laughed when Falon grabbed his leg under water. She surfaced behind him, and pinched his ass. He reached behind him and dragged her around to face him. She laughed louder and allowed the buoyancy of the water to lift her legs around his waist.
“Thank you, Rafa!” she cried, hugging him to her.
His heart sang with happiness because she was so happy. He’d never seen her so lighthearted and carefree. “For what?”
“For being brave enough to give the three of us a chance.” She kissed him full on the lips, and dissolved into giggles. “I can’t wait to see the look on the council’s faces when we return all fuck-happy and united.” She laughed, and looked back at Lucien who had a smile twisting his lips.
“They’re going to have to make up a new Blood Law to define us.”
Rafael scowled knowing it was not going to be easy to convince the council or the packs that what they were doing was best for the nation.
“Oh, stop thinking of what everyone is going to think!” Falon pooh-poohed him. “You are alpha, Lucien is alpha, and I am alpha. We have chosen each other as our chosen ones. We are true mates in heart, body, and soul. There is no human or Lycan that can take away what we have built between us.”
“As the eldest, I will take on the council if there is an issue,” Rafe said solemnly.
“No, Rafa,” Lucien said, stepping closer. “Together the three of us will face anyone who has an issue—as one united front. I suspect Anja’s sire, Sasha, is going to have a huge issue with this, but know that I will stand beside you. I’m certain word has reached the northern packs by now that Mara was a Slayer.”
“Oh, no! Luca! Will they try to charge you?”
“No,” he said arrogantly. Typical Luca.
“The council will insist on a trial,” Rafe said, knowing he would fight for his brother’s life to the very end.
“They can go fuck themselves for all I care. Their time is past. After the rising, we will establish a new covenant,” Lucien said, shaking his wet head and stalking for the bank. He grabbed his clothes where he had dropped them, and began to dress.
With Falon still wrapped around him like a spider monkey, Rafe waded out of the pond to the bank where she slid off him. Lucien handed her the flimsy little dress she insisted on wearing.
“We can worry about that later. Right now”—Rafe lifted his nose in the air; Falon and Lucien did, too—“we have bigger problems.”
/> They looked up and saw that they had been surrounded by dozens of black shrouded figures. Rafe jerked his jeans on and picked up his swords.
The Coven of Caus. Protector of the Cross of Caus, Lucien said.
How do you know that?
When you took off last night we met them when we went looking for the sword. Not an amicable group, but a determined one, Rafa answered tossing Lucien one of his swords.
Falon, move between us and take each of our hands. As one, we walk up that hill and through them. If they have a problem with that, then we respond, Luca instructed.
The coven began a low deep chant, a spell calling upon a greater force to rid them of the scourge of the wolf.
When Rafe, Falon, and Lucien stood united, connected, intractable, power surged between them. In step and focused they strode toward the tallest of the witches who was surrounded by torches, never once breaking stride.
The coven tightened as they approached. Their chanting rose in volume.
Keep walking, Rafe said. The ring on his right hand flared softly with awareness. Rafe knew it well enough to know that it had an all seeing eye and it knew when the shit was about to hit the fan. And from the glow of the demonic eyes staring from the dark hoods just ahead, the shit was royally going to hit the fan.
As the chanting reached a fevered pitch, Falon snarled, and raised her hands, clasping their hands high above her head. Putting her head down like a bull, she shouted, “Move or die!”
Abruptly the chanting stopped, but Rafe wasn’t fooled. The air hummed with dark powerful magic.
The tallest of the coven stepped forward and before he slid the hood of his cloak back, Rafe knew who it was. For as long as he lived, he would never forget the stench of the man who killed his parents.
“Corbet,” he hissed.
What the fuck is he doing here? Lucien cursed.
Falon gasped and stumbled. Her hand pulled free from Rafe’s even as he moved to catch her fall. It was that one millisecond before he had her hand again that Corbet struck.
A hot shot of laser energy sliced across Rafa’s chest. The velocity of the hit sent him to his knees, but he did not break his contact with Falon.
