Bonds of Desire

by Lynda Aicher

  Allie grasped his hand, her polished nails a deep red against his skin. “We gave you reason to push. We should have talked to you.”

  “I wouldn’t have listened.”

  “And I would’ve done it anyway.” Seth dropped his feet to the floor and shifted up from his slouched pose, dislodging Allie. “Still makes me the ass.”

  Tyler’s head shot up to stare at Seth. He really thought that, and Tyler had let him believe it. “No.” His denial was hard and firm. “It makes me the ass.”

  “God. Would you two stop it?” The sharp tone in Allie’s voice stung him. She shook her head and thrust up to stand beside the couch. All the better to glare down on them. “You want to fight about this? Fine. You’re both asses. We were all asses. There. Done.”

  Tyler lowered himself down to sit next to Seth, but he kept his eyes on Allie, too stunned to turn away.

  “You.” She pointed at Seth. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you pay off Tyler’s debts?”

  Seth eyed her, his brows lowered in a scowl. Tyler was surprised when the man actually answered her. “I couldn’t let him go back to that. He deserves better. You know that.”

  “Yeah, but does Tyler?” Like lightning, she switched her focus to him. He pressed into the couch, but there was nowhere to go. “And you. Why’d you run?”

  Shit. She was intense. Tyler suppressed an urge to laugh. He doubted she’d take that well. Thrown off, he blurted out the truth. “I’m not good enough for either of you. And I wasn’t going to be your personal whore.”

  “Really?” she challenged. “Then why are you here now?”

  “Because Seth needed us.” She knew that.

  “What do you care?” She shrugged, the dismissal clear. “We were just using you, after all.”

  “Stop it, Allie.” Seth glared at her, his tone containing a spark of the dominance that Tyler remembered.

  “Why? This whole thing was a mistake from the beginning. We might as well blow it apart right now.” She stood over them, all fire and defiance, her face set in a mask of challenge that was softened by the wild tangle of curls falling around her shoulders. Calm in her resolve, she didn’t back down as the silence grew.

  Tyler rejected her words immediately, but the statement lingered between them. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t a mistake. He wouldn’t believe it. And she didn’t get to make that judgment for all of them. His focus homed in on her neck, to the pulse point below her jawline. There it was—the rapid, little beat that pressed against the skin and called her bluff.

  He pushed to his feet and took one deliberate step to stand before her. He slipped his hand under her hair to find the warm heat of her nape. The shiver that flowed down her matched the drop of her eyelids. He had her.

  “I don’t think so.” He lowered his voice to get the full Dom tone he’d heard so many times but had only really followed once. “You don’t get to make calls like that for all of us.” He leaned in and nipped her ear. “Now tell us, Allie. Why’d you run?”

  She gripped his hips and tilted her head to expose more of her neck. She sighed. Was it in defeat or contentment? “I didn’t think I could have you both. You don’t fit in my life.”

  He cupped her ass and tugged her tight against his growing erection. He trailed a line of kisses up her neck to her ear. “Why are you here now?” Fuck, he needed her.

  There was a rustle behind him. Then the solid press of Seth’s length covered his back. He froze, his stomach clenched and every nerve ending snapped into hyperawareness. His skin felt like it was pulled taut in expectation. Hope. Did he dare hope?

  The warm press of lips on his nape was a blazing brand that seared his heart. God. He clutched Allie closer and prayed for the first time in his adult life. Please. Just please.

  Chapter Thirty

  “Answer him, Allie.” Seth spoke against the soft skin at the back of Tyler’s neck, the tiny hairs tickling his lips. He closed his eyes and savored the tremble that ran down Tyler’s spine. “Why are you here?”

  Allie spread her hand over his hips and dragged him closer. “I missed us.”

  A low moan escaped from Tyler, and Seth had to squeeze his lips closed to keep from making his own rumble of agreement. He swallowed and found his control. He couldn’t believe they were both here.

  “Me, too,” Tyler murmured.

  They’d come back to him. For him.

  He could save this. Fix it. He had to. Because there was no way in hell he was letting them go again. And if this could be salvaged, then so could the club.

  He had to believe that.

  He bit the tender flesh of Tyler’s nape before licking away the sting. The salt danced over his tongue, tempting him for more. Another long slide of trembles raced down Tyler and managed to slip right into Seth’s balls.

  “I haven’t been with anyone since you two,” Seth told them. He needed them to know that. The club had been right there, the temptation to play open as always. But his desire was only for them.

  “Good.” Tyler arched his back, cutting off the access to his neck. “Then you’ll be ready to fuck me.” He rubbed his ass over Seth’s dick to emphasize his point.

  Oh, no way. “Shit.” Seth kicked the footstool out of the way and stepped to the side so he could see and hold both of them. He tucked his palm around the base of Tyler’s neck where his lips had just been and swore the man purred. Tyler’s eyes rolled up before his lids came down to hide the pleasure.

  Allie lifted up, and he met her halfway. Her mouth was hungry on his, their mutual need coming together in a clash of tongues and lips. They still had to talk, but he couldn’t wait.

  He ripped his mouth from Allie’s and gulped in a large breath. “We need a bed.”

  Allie’s light laughter broke the tension that had woven around them. “I thought you’d never get there.”

  “No, shit,” Tyler said before cracking a half grin at her. “For a while there, I thought his zombie-ass was dead.”

  Seth snorted out a laugh. “Zombie-ass?” Unbelievable. They were pushing, and the Dom in him responded to the challenge. He yanked them both in tight then pushed down, his intent communicated in his eyes. This he could control. “That deserves an apology.”

  He pretended not to hear the low “fuck, yeah,” under Tyler’s breath as the man’s knees hit the floor. Tyler didn’t even hesitate as he reached for the waistband of Seth’s jeans. He fumbled at the snap before he jerked it open. He had the zipper down a moment later.

  Allie looked up at him from the ground, her eyes sultry under hooded lids. “What do you want, Seth?” The way she drew out the end of his name so it played over her tongue was hot and wicked.

  Tyler paused, his hands hooked under Seth’s waistband. It was almost too much, just that. His two willing submissives. But it was more than that. It was his two willing lovers. That was the difference.

  He stroked his fingers through their hair, a hand for each of them. “Suck me. Both of you.”

  The glance they shot at each other should have warned him, but there was nothing that could have prepared him for their dual assault. His pants and shorts were around his ankles, their hot breath blowing in tandem up his erection before he could think. He could only stare down in wonder as their eyes met over his dick. Their lips finally touched as they reached the rounded tip of his shaft. Then their tongues were dueling with the sensitive head of his penis trapped in the middle.

  His groan roared up from his chest and his knees almost buckled. “That’s...” He couldn’t think of a word that fit.

  Tyler took over then, swallowing Seth’s cock down until it butted against his throat. Tyler looked up and proceeded to pull back with a hard, long suck that allowed Seth to feel every ridge along the roof his mouth.

  Allie worked his pants off his feet as Tyler continued to torment him. He gripped the base and teased the opening at the tip before lapping around the ridge to focus on the sensitive nerves underneath. Seth forced himself to watch every second of th
e stunning display. There was no way he was missing any of this. Not when he thought he’d never see it again.

  Allie edged Tyler aside and took her turn. She closed her lips over the head and went down. She was gentler, her sucking lighter, but the contrast was magnificent. Tyler pushed his knees apart and wedged under Allie to lick at Seth’s balls. The hot flash of heat raced up his nuts and straight to his throbbing cock.

  He stepped back, and they both followed, greedy for more. “Stop,” he groaned, his voice rough with the desire they stirred. “I...” He stumbled, his tongue tripping over the words he wanted to say. What the hell?

  Tyler stood in a graceful rise. He helped Allie up, and together they lifted Seth’s shirt over his head. And that easily he was naked, bared to them while they stood fully clothed. The reversal was disarming.

  “It’s okay.” Tyler ran his hands down Seth’s chest. He circled behind him, and Allie stepped in to hug Seth from the front. “We’ve got you,” Tyler said, his warm breath caressing Seth’s ear. “We’ve got you.”

  Everything inside of Seth threatened to crumble. Right there in that instant. How could they possibly still be there? But they were.

  They held him tight, their clothing soft against his skin. Tyler licked a path up the side of Seth’s neck then back to the juncture of his shoulder, sending goose bumps down his back. Allie was busy swirling a circle around his nipple, grazing the hard tip with the teasing edge of teeth.

  “I want you to fuck me, Seth.” The words were whispered into his ear, a hot gust of desire that shot straight to his cock. How’d Tyler know the exact thing to say to break him apart?

  Allie stilled, and Seth gave his head a small shake to get his focus back. He met her gaze, the dark pools containing all of the questions that ran through his own mind. His throat was desert dry and he had to swallow twice before he could ask, “Are you sure?”

  Tyler chuckled, a low rumble that registered in Seth’s balls. “Very.”

  “Are you okay for that?” Allie studied Tyler, her lips thinned in concern.

  “Very.” There was an edge of deviousness as Tyler added, “And I’m going to be in you while he does.”

  Allie gasped, and Seth groaned. Where had this man come from? The cocky bastard had their number. And it was time Seth got it back.

  “That’s hard to do with clothes on.” He smoothed his hands under Allie’s blouse, her skin silky and warm beneath his palms. “Naked. Both of you. Now.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” The eagerness in Tyler’s voice said it all and sent Seth’s blood burning.

  He lifted Allie’s shirt over her head and tossed it onto the chair. Tyler stepped back, and his T-shirt soon joined Allie’s. She undid the zipper on the front of her skirt and bent to slip her it down her legs, but Seth stopped her. He brushed her hair away from her face and took a moment to search her eyes.

  “Are you sure about this?” Outside of her one outburst, she’d been pretty quiet. He had to be certain that she was all in.

  She gave him a gentle smile and covered his hand with hers where it rested on her cheek. “Yes. I’m very sure.”

  Seth ducked his head and claimed her mouth. She moaned, the sound trapped in her throat. She was warmth and softness hidden beneath an abrasive shield. One she lowered for them alone.

  He released her lips, and Tyler moved around behind her, a heated smirk on his face. He was naked, hard and sexy as hell. His hair was longer, the dark bangs draping even closer to his eyes. It made him look younger, freer. Or maybe that was due to the laughter in his eyes or the confidence he projected.

  Tyler kneeled, grabbed the hem of Allie’s skirt and tugged it down. It dropped to the floor, leaving her in matching baby-blue lacy lingerie.

  “These boy-shorts of yours kill me, Allie.” Tyler gripped her hips and buried his face in in the material that covered her ass. “I missed you both so much.” The words were mumbled against her, but it didn’t cover the hoarse need in his voice.

  “Me, too.” Seth tugged Allie in to press her cheek to his chest. His cupped the back of Tyler’s head with his other. “Both of you. So much.” He inhaled savoring the flower scent that had finally found a definition. Jasmine. Sensual, exotic and sweet all in one.

  Allie wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her stomach into his erection. The touch of her skin was almost enough for him to lose it.

  “Can we get to that bed now?” Tyler’s words were still muffled against Allie’s bottom. She tried to stifle her laughter, but it burst out anyway. “What? My dick missed you guys, too.”

  The groan that came out of Seth was in agreement and a bit of defeat. He would never master either of these two and he didn’t want to. They might submit to him during sex or, in Tyler’s case, even need the small signs of dominance to remind him that someone was there. But he wasn’t their Master. He was their lover.

  That was perfect.

  * * *

  Allie dropped onto the soft bed and stared in wonder at her two men. The fact that she had them back hadn’t sunk in. They stood at the end, one lean and brash, the other rugged and controlled. And both hers.

  She was naked now, her underwear stripped before she’d climbed onto the bed. But she’d been bared to them for much longer and they were still there. Whatever they were building between them wouldn’t be easy, but she was done living by society’s rules. She wanted them both. More importantly, she needed them both. They gave her balance where she hadn’t known she required it.

  She curled a finger, motioning for them to join her. God, they made her happy. And when was the last time she could really say that? She didn’t need marriage, two-point-five kids and a dog with a house in the suburbs like her parents thought. She really just needed to feel cherished, with someone who didn’t try to stuff her into a stereotype. And somehow, she’d found two someones who did that.

  Tyler kneeled on the bed and crawled between her legs. He peppered his approach with kisses on her knee, inner thigh, hip, abdomen, ribs, shoulder, neck—skipping all of the places that ached for him the most. His mouth hovered over her lips, his blue eyes searching hers. Then he cocked a smile. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

  Dang, did she want that. “You better.”

  His kiss was like coming home. He took what he wanted and gave just as much. She responded to every touch of his skin on hers, every swipe of his tongue with hers, every sound that littered the air with smacks, moans and gasps. Sparks of desire flashed straight to her core with each brush of his chest over her nipples.

  She ran her hands down his back and reveled in being able to do that for the first time. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her palms, but her mind logged the few small bumps that remained as a reminder of what’d brought them together. So much pain to find the joy.

  Tyler pulled away, and she opened her eyes to see him kissing Seth. Right there, inches from her face. The sight still turned her on, even more so now that she knew how passionate they could both be. With her, with each other. She might be the third wheel, but she was as necessary as the first two. She understood that now.

  She spread her fingers through Seth’s hair and held it back for a better view. They kissed with a hunger that spoke of how much they craved the other. Maybe it was the fact that both men were strong, dominant males giving into their lust that lured her in. Or that they trusted her enough to show their hunger for another man as well as her.

  Whatever it was, she wanted it. She leaned up and pushed her way in, their lips and tongues meshing in a messy, awkward kiss. It was only a moment of wet slurps and nose-bumping before they all dropped back, laughing.

  “That needs some work.” Seth’s words were muffled behind the hand he wiped over his mouth. He looked to Allie and ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. His expression turned serious as he searched her eyes. “Do you understand what we want?” The simple fact that he was asking her proved this wasn’t a Dungeon game to him.

  She wasn’t completely sure ab
out what they wanted, but she trusted them. She hadn’t thought it was possible to have both of them in her at the same time, and it’d not only been doable, but incredible. “Yes.” She looked to Tyler. “If you’re positive.”

  “Damn it. Yes.” He scowled, swiveling his head to share his irritation with both of them. “I know what I want. And this—us, Seth in me, me in you. That’s what I want.”

  Seth grabbed Tyler by the nape and jerked him forward, halting just before their lips met. “Watch the tone.”

  Tyler’s cock twitched on her stomach, his eyelids dropped to half-mast. “Yes, Seth.”

  Why was that such a turn-on? Tyler submitting to Seth. Watching that exchange of power was as enticing as when she submitted to them. It made her want everything she’d always told herself she couldn’t have. Tyler didn’t become a weak man by giving himself over to Seth. He didn’t become helpless and spineless, like her mother had always appeared. No, he came across as strong and confident, a man giving his trust completely to another. That took strength.

  She tugged Tyler down for a kiss as soon as Seth freed him. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be touched and filled, and she tilted her hips up, searching for relief. Her world narrowed to that moment, just the three of them in the semidark bedroom shadowed with the waning evening light.

  Everything was heightened to an intensity that was sharpened and blurred at the same time. Tyler kissed a trail to her nipples, shifting his legs to the side as he went. Seth took advantage of the room to lap her clit. She jolted at the blaze of heat that had her lower body clenching in need. He pushed her legs, and she lifted her pelvis to meet his greedy tongue and plunging fingers.

  She gripped Tyler’s head to her breast, basking in the wealth of pleasure that consumed her. Tyler released a long, low groan that vibrated through her nipple to spread down her chest.

  “Shit...” he hissed. His head twisted to the side and his hips worked against the mattress.