Calder
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Braden headed up the stairs without waiting. Calder gave Katarina a deep kiss and led her up after him.
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Judith had a room upstairs set up for sex. Calder had never been in it but Braden obviously had, because he led them to it immediately and seemed to know his way around it. Judith had planned well—in addition to a bed, she had a vertical padded rack to which a person could be tethered for either serious or playful bondage. She didn’t stock floggers and manacles and the like because most Shareem brought their own, each knowing their sex toys as well as musicians knew their instruments.
As Katarina stood gaping at the setup, Calder ordered her to strip.
He loved this part, Calder thought as Katarina’s clothes slid from her body. He loved watching her breasts emerge from the confining silk, nipples tightening as his gaze trained on them, loved it when she bent over to slide off her leggings. Her round backside beckoned his cock, and usually he was up against her as soon as the cloth fell to the floor.
Today he let her finish without touching her, not missing how Braden’s body went rigid at the sight. Jealousy touched him but Braden had been brought along for Katarina’s pleasure, nothing more. Braden was the sex toy today.
Braden removed his own clothes without taking his eyes off Katarina. The man moved like a robot, entire body stiff except for his widening blue eyes.
Calder stood comfortably in the sleeveless tunic he’d taken to wearing. The black chain on his arm, identical to Braden’s, indicated what he was—Shareem, still enslaved. But he’d never been so happy to show off his chains. He was enslaved to Katarina now, and that was all that mattered.
“What would turn me on,” he said to Katarina, his lady love, “is to see you rocking on top of Braden, taking him deep inside.”
“Yeah, that would turn me on too.” Braden moved quickly to the bed, spread himself on it and pressed his thumb behind his rock-hard cock. “Don’t hesitate on my account.”
Katarina slanted Calder a glance. “Are you sure?”
“Obey me, Katarina. That’s what I want or punishment follows.”
“I’m having my punishment now,” Braden said. “Please, I’m dying over here.”
Katarina smiled. It was a hot smile, full of wickedness but also excitement and trust. She knew why Calder wanted to share with Braden, what Calder planned to do. He’d talked about it and described it, but this was the first day he’d said she was ready.
Katarina approached the bed—wise Judith had altered it to be low enough for a woman to easily mount a man—and put her hands on Braden’s chest.
Calder held his breath, his blood hot, his cock pounding, as Katarina slid her thigh over Braden’s hips. Braden caught her arms and helped her on then Katarina, with a little sigh, lowered herself onto his cock.
Braden’s head went back. “Thank you, my friend. Oh, that’s nice.”
Katarina started to rock, impaled on Braden, her eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Her pheromones flooded the room, Calder’s lady learning how to let go and take pleasure when it was offered. Only with Calder there of course. With his permission and with him watching.
Katarina opened her eyes and smiled over her shoulder at Calder. Oh yes, the woman belonged to him, and Calder belonged to her. She’d roped and tied him with her love and Calder didn’t mind in the slightest.
Braden closed his fists. “Gods, her pussy is tight. And so damn wet. You are a generous man.”
“You helped us, my friend,” Calder said. If Braden hadn’t made so stubbornly sure that Katarina stayed in Calder’s life, Calder would still be alone, broken, ruined. The Beast. Nothing more.
Katarina had closed her eyes again, silently riding. Her round hips moved back and forth, sweat shining on her skin.
Calder couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled off his tunic and loincloth, freeing his cock, which sprang out with relief. He climbed onto the bed behind Katarina and she curled back into his chest as he put his arms around her.
“Lie down on him,” Calder said in her ear. “Raise your hips, like I showed you.”
Katarina nodded. She lowered herself to Braden’s chest, positioning herself to take Calder’s cock.
Calder’s heart thumped. He’d taught her so much this last month, using wands and plugs until she was ready to take his length in her ass. Now they fucked like that almost every night, Katarina blushingly saying she loved it both ways.
She’d never had two cocks though. This would be a first.
Calder looked down at the lovely backside waiting for him and couldn’t resist giving it a few spanks. Katarina squealed then laughed.
Next came the lube. Calder had asked Aiden, the master of sensual oils, to mix a batch for him, something that Katarina would love. The result was a smooth concoction of warm-scented lube, smelling a little of roses and sandalwood. The odor filled the room, and Katarina smiled.
“Mmm, my favorite,” she murmured.
Calder slicked his fingers and worked them into her ass, gently softening and opening her. She could relax much faster now, used to his caresses and anticipating what would come.
Katarina made a happy noise when Calder parted her cheeks. He glided his cock in slowly, moving deeper the more she relaxed.
Then her eyes popped open. “Oh.”
Braden smoothed his hands down her arms. “You all right, sweetheart? Calder’s big.”
“I can feel you both. Inside me. I can feel you pressing me. Gods.”
Braden grinned. “Yeah, Shareem are pretty much gods.”
“Shut up,” Calder said. His teeth clenched and it was all he could do not to pump. He felt Braden too, at least the pressure of him through her walls. “Can you take us, baby?”
“Yes.” Katarina’s words came out between gasps. “Yes, I can. I want to.”
“Good.” Very slowly, Calder began his thrusts.
Braden knew how it was done. He timed his own slides in and out with Calder’s, so that Katarina had a cock in her at all times. She was moaning, incoherent, her eyes closed, head lolling against Calder.
They rode her, fucked her until she screamed.
Calder closed his hand around her breast. “Do you want us to stop, love?”
“No!” Her shout rang against the ceiling. Good thing the bar was full tonight, although Calder suspected that Judith had soundproofed her sex room.
“That’s my girl.” Calder smiled and kissed her cheek.
Her scent surrounded him, coupled with sandalwood and roses, her warmth and her love. He loved how she made him feel, loved bringing her to ultimate pleasure like this.
Braden grabbed Calder’s shoulders. His eyes were wide, the blue filling them completely. He said, “Fuck,” and came.
A moment later, Katarina gyrated in yet another orgasm, but Calder held on. He wanted this to last forever, him inside Katarina’s sweet ass, her voice filling his ears, her hair like silk under his lips.
But he had only so much stamina. Calder groaned loud as his hips pumped without his permission, and then he was spilling his seed and falling against his beloved, who was supported by the strong arms of his best friend. Katarina turned her head and kissed Calder sleepily, and Calder’s heart swelled and warmed.
Braden let out a breath then laughed like he was happy. “Well, that was good,” he said, and closed his eyes.
Calder didn’t answer, content to be buried in Katarina’s beautiful, tight ass.
“I love you,” he murmured. “Love you so much.”
“Love you too.” Katarina’s voice was hoarse from all her screaming. She smiled at him and Calder kissed her again.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Her smile turned suddenly sly. “Can The Beast come out to play?”
Calder stilled. She was slick with lube and squeezing him tight, but his heart beat in new excitement.
He scraped her hair back from her face and bit the shell of her ear. “Oh Katarina. You asked for it.”
“I did
.”
“The Beast is all yours, love. And he’s going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
“That’s what I was hoping.”
Calder growled, his excitement growing. Braden, still inside her, opened his eyes again. “Hey, can I play too?”
Calder nodded—then he and Braden did things to Katarina that would make Calder come just remembering them later.
But when they fell asleep that night in Katarina’s own house, Katarina nestled into Calder’s arms and gave him a smile that was his alone…melting The Beast’s heart.
The End
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Allyson James writes romances, mysteries, erotic romance and mainstream fiction under several pseudonyms. She has made the USA Today bestseller list, has won several Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice awards, and won RWA’s RITA award. Her books have earned starred reviews in Booklist and Top Pick reviews in Romantic Times BookReviews magazine.
Allyson loves to write, read, hike and build dollhouses. She met her soul mate when she was eighteen, traveled the world with him, and settled down with him and two cats in the desert southwest.
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