Beneath the Broken (Otherworld Book 3)

by James Cox

  “Our guards are injured.” Aneen said while gritting her teeth. “Every life matters.”

  Aralynn frowned, but didn’t say anything else.

  I didn’t care if we were going after him now or later, but I was going after that fucker. He’d taken Aralynn away from me for the last time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Alexander’s half vampire, he can fucking carry them to the castle and be back before the battle starts.” I refused to give up this argument. I stared Aneen down. She may be queen of Otherworld, but she wasn’t my leader.

  “He’d be open to attack.” She sat near the roaring fire. We managed to pull ourselves out of the caves only to find we were at the base of the High Peaks. They loomed over our group like an ominous storm. “We go together.”

  “I am not brining Aralynn and Joen to face a fucking fallen god!” My voice rose.

  “You keep yelling at her like that and you won’t make the battle.” Stefen watched me with his hand on his sword. The human king didn’t normally say more than a few words. Did he really think a threat would work?

  I bared my canines. “Try me, human.”

  “Enough.” Aralynn approached. We’d all cleaned up as best we could in a nearby very fucking cold stream. “I want to fight.”

  “Me, too.” Joen stood beside her.

  “Great, are you two planning on being the bait?” They had no skills for a battle like this. Shit, I didn’t even know if Alexander and I would be a match for him. Probably Aneen. I hoped Aneen would be an equal to him or this fight was over before it began.

  “We’re staying.” Aralynn crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Fine.” I kicked dirt at Stefen just because it fucking made me feel better and then I stalked off. This was a ridiculous plan. I know they wanted to save the lives of people in Little Fairaine, but to face Dullahan now was … suicide! We needed a bigger force. More power. Banshees and the shifter, Kierce, would be a start. If I could get more of my fellow werewolves in the fight we’d definitely win. Not that they’d come. Moody fuckers. I stopped my angry march at the base of the mountain. The firelight was dull here which fit my rage perfectly. Taking humans into this fight as backup. I threw up my hands. How the fuck did these idiots win against us? Aralynn should be on that throne right now preparing to send Dullahan to death or wherever it was that fallen gods went.

  Footsteps headed toward me.

  I sat with my back against a cliff and crossed my arms over my chest. I could always sneak out of here and confront Dullahan myself. Shit, as badass as I was, I doubt I’d be a match for him. I couldn’t do this alone and that only made me angrier.

  Light bobbed from a moving lantern as Aralynn and Joen approached. “You going to growl at us or let us sit?” He asked, waiting.

  “Both.” I sighed then patted the grassy ground beside me.

  Aralynn took the right and Joen the left. He placed the lantern on the ground and then rubbed his hands together. “Mad at us?”

  “Yes.” I gave another loud sigh. “No. I am downright furious. You are going to face off against a fallen god.”

  “And so are you.” Aralynn lifted her chin. “I want to see him dead and if that means I have to face him again, so be it.” She swallowed hard.

  She faced more damage by his hand than anybody. I gave a nod and then sat back. My gaze shifted to the stars overhead. They twinkled in the cloudless sky. A cold breeze swept into the mountain followed the cliffs to blow on us. “You sure you’re okay?” I glanced at her.

  Aralynn nodded softly. “I didn’t see him. The trolls took me and … and I pretended to be unconscious when he was there.” A shiver ran down her body. “I-I couldn’t face him.” She balled her hands into fists. “I couldn’t even gather up enough courage to face him.”

  “I’d have pissed my trousers.” Joen added.

  Aralynn snorted then sighed. “When I was sure he was gone, I woke up and started antagonizing the trolls. They are a lot more determined to follow orders when he gives them. I finally got one to attack me when you guys showed up.”

  “Ruined your plans, did we?” I grinned.

  “Well I wasn’t going to sit there and wait to get rescued.” She rolled her eyes. “I remember the things you taught me. The punching, the kicking, aim for the balls and the eyes.”

  Joen choked on his spit.

  I slapped him on the back. “Glad that came in handy.” I slowly slipped my hand along hers and stopped when our fingers linked. “And I’m really glad you’re back with us.”

  She stared at our touching flesh like it was the strangest creature in Otherworld, which was saying a lot, considering we were such a mixed group. “Me, too.” Aralynn looked up at me. “I actually, maybe, just a little bit, missed you guys.”

  I heard Joen snort then I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. That was the sweetest thing I’d ever done. In my life. Ever. But I didn’t move back. Instead, I stared into those blue eyes and heard her breath hitch. I inhaled, catching the subtle hints of her desire. I dragged my lips gently across her cheek and kissed the very corner of her mouth. Excitement made me shiver. How long had I dreamed of doing this? Of touching her. Kissing her. Tasting her. She kept her eyes open wide with the whiff of fear mixed with her desire. I slowly, so fucking slowly pressed my lips to hers. I was going to break, explode, shatter if I didn’t move, but I stayed still. My hands were fists, pressing into the grass to keep me from touching her. Fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to touch her everywhere. Go slow. I had to go slow. Our mouths parted and I pressed them back together. I slid my tongue across her lower lip and then retreated, kissing the corner of her mouth again. “Aralynn.” I whispered, easing back, but not very far.

  She licked her lower lip like the sensation was foreign to her.

  “You’re not expecting me to just sit here … right?” Joen broke the moment.

  I rolled my eyes then thought better of saying anything. Instead I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him in front of us. He knelt there as our mouths met. With him I plunged. I ravaged. I took control and barely let him take a breath. My tongue probed between his lips and along his teeth. “Better?” I asked when we were both breathless.

  “Much.” He grinned.

  I turned back to Aralynn.

  She had her chin lifted defiantly and took a deep breath. “I’m tired of being afraid.”

  “You will never leave my side again.” It was a fact and I ended the statement with a growl.

  “That’s not what I meant.” Aralynn released the straps of her dress down her shoulders. One at a time. I swear both Joen and I held our breath until the dress fell down to reveal her scarred breasts. “I can do this.”

  “You can do or not do anything you want.” I said as my gaze drifted to her tits. They were beautiful. They’d overflow in my hands. Her nipples were big, pink, and hard. I wanted to suck on them so badly, I think I was actually drooling.

  “You just have to say stop.” Joen crawled forward, kneeling beside her. Instead of touching her obviously exposed flesh, he kissed her. Their lips gentle and slow.

  I watched the way her eyes fluttered shut and then jerked back open to watch him. Her hands were curled into her lap like she wasn’t sure what to do with them. Well, I knew what to do. I shifted to her other side and skimmed my knuckles along the side of her breast. She shivered. I leaned down and kissed every single scar. The healed fang marks didn’t taint how beautiful she truly was. I blew a breath on her nipple and glanced up. They were still kissing. Joen only just began to use his tongue. Well, I’d be using mine, too. I floated my lips across her nipple and then took the tip in my mouth.

  Aralynn gasped and threw her head back. Her hands shoved at my shoulders and I instantly released her. Immediately she shook her head and started to pull her dress up. “I-I’m…” she made a sound of frustration.

  “Aralynn.” I placed a hand on her shoulder so she didn’t get up. “Why don’t you touch yourself? For us.”
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br />   Joen lifted an eyebrow. I swear the smile he gave me reached his fucking ears.

  Aralynn licked her lips and shook her head. “I can’t. I just can’t.”

  “We won’t touch you.” I grabbed Joen’s arm and we both moved to kneel in front of her. “It’s going to take a few minutes to warm the boys up anyway.” I was hard, but the cold was putting a serious damper on everything.

  Aralynn nibbled on her bottom lip.

  “Come on, my queen. You’re not going to be a coward, are you?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

  She narrowed her eyes and frowned. “You suck.”

  “Not yet, but hopefully soon.” I grinned. “Aralynn can’t turn down a challenge.” I grasped the rim of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The chill that hit me was … well, shrinking. I grabbed a few sticks and twigs nearby, lighting them by the lantern and creating a small fire. It wasn’t much, but at least it’d keep my balls from riding up. When I turned around, Joen had taken off his shirt and was working on his trousers. We both watched as he shoved them down his legs and stepped free. His cock bobbed as he stood over us naked.

  “Did I just jump ahead too quick?” He blushed.

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it. He was fucking charming. I ran my hand up his leg and gave his balls a rub.

  He moaned and closed his eyes.

  “Don’t go doing anything else before we’re ready.” I tugged on his arm and we both knelt in front of Aralynn. “All right, Aralynn. It’s your choice.” I could smell how much she wanted us. Her body was ready even if her mind wasn’t.

  She let out an irritated, annoyed sound and nodded. Aralynn lowered the straps of her dress to reveal those gorgeous tits. “Just don’t, don’t touch me.”

  I made a show of placing my hands behind my back and glanced at Joen until he got the hint and did the same.

  Aralynn ground her teeth together and began spreading her legs.

  A growl slipped from my lips and it made her pause. “Sorry.” I mumbled.

  Joen chuckled. “Now who’s jumping ahead?”

  I gave his ass a slap which only made his dick swell and then glanced at Aralynn.

  She dropped her knees open to reveal the pale skin of her thighs, then with a shaky breath, she lifted the dress higher. Inch by inch, I held my breath. Then that pussy came into view. She had blonde pubic hair so light it was barely visible. Her toes curled into the grass and she eased forward giving us a better view. “Fuck, this is so awkward.”

  I snorted. “Too much?”

  She shook her head. “Can you … I don’t know … kiss him?” She asked me, nibbling on her lower lip.

  “It’d be my pleasure.” I slid my hand into Joen’s hair and pulled him closer for a kiss. It got a lot more heated than I intended. We used tongue and my canines lengthened. They weren’t long enough to get in the way like fangs, but they did scrape against his lips making him moan.

  Aralynn’s heavy breath made us break apart.

  She was rubbing her tits. Her fingers teasing the nipples as she watched us. Her gaze moved down to our erections and stayed there. I don’t think she realized we’d stopped kissing. Her legs opened wider and she lifted to her toes. Then she stared back up to our faces and stopped.

  “Keep going.” I was breathing heavy, almost gasping.

  Aralynn glided her hand over her dress and to her pussy. I swear she was going to make her lower lip bleed the way she was biting on it. Her fingers grazed her pussy lips. I lowered to all fours and paused. The moment was tense, quiet and nerve racking. Aralynn slipped a finger down her pussy and then back up.

  “I don’t think I’m going to last and I haven’t even touched my dick,” Joen muttered.

  I agreed with him there. We were both drawn to the soft gasps she made when her fingers grazed her clit.

  “Touch each other. Please.” She sounded needy.

  Fuck me. That was inciting. I reached out and stroked Joen’s thigh. Up and down, matching Aralynn movements. He lowered to all fours. We were both crowded between her fucking legs like a bunch of virgins seeing a woman for the first time. It was pathetic and yet I couldn’t look away. She rubbed her clit gently in quick circles. Her toes curling and uncurling. Her hips lifted off the grass a moment and we got an even better view. Her breathing hitched. One hand grabbed her breasts and the other kept rubbing between her legs. When she came, her hips lifted off the ground and a blush spread across her cheeks. Aralynn went to close her legs, but I stopped her with a hand on her ankle. “Leave them open.”

  She swallowed hard then nodded.

  I kissed Joen—even in the awkward position it was hot. He rolled onto his back and I straddled him. Our bodies were warm, heating as we rubbed against each other. Chest to chest. Our mouths were wild. At one point I licked his nose and he laughed until I grabbed ahold of his shaft and squeezed.

  “Fuck!” His hips arched up.

  I growled, feeling dominant and overwhelmed. I glanced at Aralynn to catch her watching us, her hand subtly moving back between her legs. “Over, handsome.” I pushed at Joen’s shoulder until he laid on the grass. ‘So fucking sexy.” I dragged my hands over his shoulders, down his back and cupped his ass. “Aralynn, do you want to watch me fuck him?”

  She squeaked out a sound.

  I ran my hands back up to Joen’s shoulders and to his ass. It became a rhythm, a massage almost.

  “Yes.” Aralynn said.

  “Then come for us again.” I shifted so that my cock laid against Joen’s ass. I parted his cheeks and gave a spit. When that hit its mark, I rubbed my cock up his crack and glanced at her. “Come on, my queen. Let’s see that pretty pussy again.”

  She blushed, her hand already between her legs. Aralynn opened wider and then started to rub her clit.

  I growled, thrusting against Joen and his moan only heightened my need. “Are you getting close?” I spit and pushed my thumb inside him.

  Joen groaned so loud I really hoped no one came over to investigate the sound.

  “Maybe.” A smile played on her lips. She rubbed faster now, breathing heavier. Her toes did that curling, uncurling thing again.

  I spit on the tip of my cock and pressed it against Joen’s entrance. “Ready for me, Joen?”

  His answer was a groan.

  Good enough for me. I forced my tip inside. We both let out a hiss of breath. He was so tight and warm. I stroked my hands up and down his back again. The smooth expanse of skin calling to me. I eased deeper, sliding into him in one continuous thrust as my eyes locked onto Aralynn masturbating. Joen watched her, too, up on his elbows as I invaded his ass with my length. The last few inches I thrust in and he tensed under me. I kissed the back of his neck, trying my hardest not to move a fucking inch. My body was a surge of adrenaline and demand. Then Aralynn moaned. We both looked up as she came. Her head titled back, gaze still on us. I pulled my dick out and pressed back in. “Another one?”

  She nodded, opening her legs wider and rubbed her pussy with her palm.

  I nipped at Joen’s shoulder and began thrusting inside him. Working my shaft slow and deep. He dug his fingers into the grass and lifted his feet, nearly kicking me. “Too deep?” Even if he said yes, I’d keep going. He liked pain and my body practically tingled to give it to him.

  “No. Fuck, no. I love it.” He hissed my name.

  I pulled out and slammed back in. “Aralynn, are you coming again?” I glanced up. She smelled like honey and heat. Musky and sunshine. Okay, so maybe sunshine didn’t really have a smell, but fuck it, that’s what I smelled! She let out a breath, and her head fell back to the cliff. “Was that good, my queen?”

  She blushed harder, her cheeks stained pink as she nodded.

  “Want to join us?”

  Aralynn shrugged.

  I tugged at my pierced nipple, saving the sting. I fucked Joen hard on the last thrust and then pulled out. “Over.”

  He quickly complied, rolling to his back and then spread his legs high and wide. I grabbed
his cock, stroking it until he squirmed beneath me. “Come join us.” I lifted his legs higher until my dick poked his hole then I pushed inside. One thrust, all the way, Joen slammed his arms onto the ground and gasped.

  I held out my hand and waited, still fully impaling him.

  Aralynn was arguing with herself. I could see the mental fight going on inside her head. Eventually she nodded and shifted to her knees. I tugged her by her dress which regretfully fell back into place. She was kneeling by Joen’s head and I leaned forward to kiss her, but couldn’t reach. “Come closer.” I tugged, lifting her dress, and giving Joen a view.

  She shivered, lifted her chin, and crawled over Joen so she was straddling his face.

  The sound he made was one I’ve never heard before. Like a feast in front of a starving man. A death sentence averted. I pulled out and slammed back in. Joen moaned and Aralynn flinched. Felt that breath on her wet pussy, did she? I still held her dress and locked eyes with her as I lifted it and lifted it and lifted it. She didn’t protest as I tugged it over her head and it fell behind her. She was naked, gorgeous with her spread legs over Joen’s face. “Lower.”

  Aralynn shook her head.

  I growled, thrusting a few fierce times into Joen until we were both too close to coming. I paused, seated inside him.

  Joen softly touched Aralynn’s outside thighs. caressing his hands up to her hips and then back down. “Tell me what you want, Aralynn.” He jerked his hips up, precum bubbled up and spilled over. The white excitement slithered down his length.

  “I don’t know.”

  Joen kissed her inner thigh and I gave him a thrust for effort. I was moving faster now, on the verge of coming. Joen squeezed around me, groaning and flopping his shaft on his torso. I got the hint. I grabbed his cock and stroked in time with my thrust.

  Aralynn suddenly laid her hands on Joen’s chest and kissed me. Our lips met cautiously, softly and then she gasped. “Oh my…” Her head fell back.

  I grinned, purely wicked, and glanced at Joen who’d given Aralynn’s pussy a lick. Aralynn shoved her hands on my shoulders and took a huge, shaky breath. “Do that again.” I whispered.