Claimed by Fae_MMF Paranormal Romance

by Lisa Gardiner

  She heard Jay’s and Arlan’s footsteps and turned to see them making an altar on a little side table. They set down trinkets: a gleaming chalice, an ornately carved dagger, a mysterious coin, what appeared to be oil in an attractive curved glass bottle. A pale gold gleamed around each of these objects that spoke of fae magic, but not dark magic like the trinkets in Duvessa’s mansion.

  “I brought some of these.” Arlan showed her the gold packets. “Ordered online from Kris and Nick’s Toy Emporium.”

  “Magic condoms?”

  Arlan nodded, smiling. “Fae condoms from Nick and Kris. You can’t feel them at all.” “Oh yes. Nick and Kris, the toymakers.” Heat rose to her cheeks. “I’ve heard of them.”

  Jay strode over to the daybed. His intense black gaze locked with her own. “Are you ready now, sweetness?”

  She swallowed hard. “As I’ll ever be.” Jay chuckled and placed a tender kiss on her lips. She’d been drunk on wine, but now she was drunk on arousal, intoxicated by the effect they had on her. Arlan smiled down at her. She managed a nervous smile back. He laid his weight on top of her and parted her robe, pulling down her bikini cups, gently sliding his hand over one breast. She slid her fingers under the back of his tank. His skin was smooth and silky to her touch. Glancing down, she was surprised to see how engorged her nipples were. Arlan stared at them for a moment too, then he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, making her almost faint with pleasure. Her pussy contracted. She could feel the line that connected nipples to clit. Her other breast was crying out for attention, and Arlan didn’t leave her hanging.

  As he sucked, he shifted his weight off her, as if worried he was too heavy for her. The cooler air of evening brushing against her damp bikini bottom felt like a lover’s touch, she was that sensitive and wet. Jay, sitting on the other side of the daybed, smiled at her and slid one finger under the edge of her bikini bottom.

  She bit her lip as his finger began circling her clit and whimpered as invisible lines shimmered from nipple to clit, from clit to brain. She spread her legs wider, aching as the rough pad of Jay’s thumb scraped where it felt best.

  But Arlan growled and shoved Jay’s hand away. He stood and stepped back to unzip his fly. Before Arlan could get his cock out, though, Jay pounced. There was no other word for it. He turned her over until she was on all fours on the daybed. The intensity of each man’s desire for her mixed with the scent of them and had her feminine parts heated to a froth.

  Jay brushed the hair from the back of her neck and kissed her there. “Are you comfortable, darling girl?”

  She managed a nod.

  Arlan sat on the other side of the bed. Gripping her hair, Arlan pulled her head back and brushed his lips over her own. The kiss started as a caress and built in intensity until it became a branding iron.

  Arlan reached down and cupped her hanging breast, stroking a thumb over her taut nipple. She moaned, accepting the thrust of his tongue. The were-lion growled low in his throat. “I want you.” His voice was thick with desire. “You’re mine, August, mine and Jay’s. Do you understand?” It was a rhetorical question that demanded understanding, demanded acceptance. She didn’t know how to respond or what to think. The rational, philosophical zoologist had gone, replaced by the dominant were-beast. Arlan was all lust.

  Jay had her bikini pants around her ankles and was tugging them off. What a rude image he must have of her from that angle. She closed her eyes and groaned. Part of her was embarrassed, but she couldn’t protest. She’d fantasized about being in this position with a hot man too many times to count. She had alcohol as an excuse. She wanted this.

  She could sense Jay angling back to get a good look at her. The heat in her face rose to her hairline. “You have a very, very pretty pussy,” Jay murmured.

  “She’s beautiful everywhere.” Arlan’s words made her smile. She was almost starting to believe their compliments. Neither of them seemed to care about her height at all. Maybe they even liked it. Jay’s hot breath whispered across her sex.

  Oh God.

  He blew across her swollen clit, spread her lips gently. His tongue hit her clit with a quick flick. Oh God, oh God.

  This act, this exquisite pleasure wasn’t something she’d expected or even thought about. The sensation of Jay rasping his tongue over her swollen bud had her shaking. He slurped her clit into his mouth, sucking on it mercilessly and lighting up all her nerve endings.

  Arlan held her head against his broad chest so he could see around her. He made a low animal sound in his throat, whispering, “Yeah. Tongue-fuck that pussy. Give it to her. Make her come. Make her scream.” Perhaps his dirty talk and guttural vocal tone should have offended her, but it only served to ratchet her arousal up another notch.

  Jay suddenly stopped, and she whimpered with need.

  How can he stop? The bastard. “Mmm. She smells and tastes so good, Arlan.” “I’ll bet she does, mate.” Arlan sounded faintly jealous. “How wet is she?” “She’s beyond wet. She soaking.”

  August gritted her teeth. They were discussing her like a plaything when all she wanted now was sensation, not words. But the way they were discussing her like an object called to the submissive in her. She moaned, too overwhelmed with need to even beg.

  A sudden press of warm, oily fingers on the curve of her ass gave her an erotic jolt. Jay’s fingers tickled, sliding over her sphincter, pressing into her puckered flesh, while his mouth latched back on her clit until she was blind with pleasure.

  In her mind’s eye, she pictured Jay’s tongue jabbing fiercely into Arlan’s mouth while Arlan parried his thrusts with equal aggression. At last the images in her mind combined with all sensation, making her shatter and cry out their names.

  Arlan smiled at her. With his hair tousled from bending to suck her breasts, he looked more boyish than he normally did.

  Since she’d come, she tried to envision a tower made of gray stone as hard as she could. She even tried to remember how to hum like a fae.

  She heard a packet rip open, then felt something rub at her entrance. It was the head of Jay’s fat cock. At the same time, Arlan opened the fly of his shorts and brought out his shaft. His cock stood ramrod straight, bobbing against his flat egg-box abs, almost reaching his navel. The head of it was shiny and the color of a ripe plum. August was ready to take a bite. When he saw she was willing to take him in her mouth, he smiled.

  She’d only done this once with Ryan, but Arlan’s cock was so much bigger and a nicer shape than Ryan’s. She felt confident from reading books that she wouldn’t do it badly.

  She leaned forward, kissing his golden balls and watching them tighten in response. Arlan took a handful of her hair, painting her mouth with the essence of his precome. The salty taste of it exploded on her taste buds. A thrill shot from her mouth to her nipples to her snatch. Tugging on her hair, he slid the head of his shaft between her lips. She groaned, trying to make her mouth into a toothless ball, drawing him in deeper.

  She loved the noises he made, loved when the expression on his face changed to obvious fear that she might stop.

  Jay, meanwhile, had not entered her pussy but was rubbing his shaft between her nether lips, stimulating her clit. His oil-covered finger still probed at her rosette. She gasped at the intrusion, the feel of that private place being stretched. Her clit thrummed as he rubbed his shaft against it. Male flesh melting into her, the sensation of it against her pussy delicious.

  The thrust of Jay’s finger had an edge to it, not quite pleasure, not quite pain, but the mere thought that he had penetrated such a secret place, that he was looking down and watching his finger go in and out, thrilled the submissive side of her.

  Arlan’s thigh was warm against her cheek. He still gripped her hair as he pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth. Jay’s finger thrust in her ass, and her tender, swollen bud rubbed against his steel-hard dick. The only thing left out was her aching hole.

  Jay continued thrusting his finger in her ass w
ith fantastic dexterity. August’s head spun. The two of them caused a fever inside her, one that spread and intensified until she wasn’t sure where their bodies ended and hers began. Her snatch pulsed and ached for fulfillment.

  Through the haze of painful aching lust in her head and pussy, she heard Jay laugh. Finally, he pressed the huge head of his cock at her entrance. She backed against him, trying to swallow him up with her pussy.

  His hand lay on her back, steadying her. “Easy, easy sweetness.”

  He drove the broad head of his cock inside. She tensed around the thickness. August bucked back against Jay, her whole body arching to get him in deeper, desperate for that second explosion, pleasure building inside her, the sensation of having her mouth full of Arlan’s cock increasing the dark, dirty pleasure of it all. Her mind exploded with the realization she was servicing two men’s cocks at once.

  She opened her throat to take Arlan as deep as she could, even as she pressed back against Jay so her clit rubbed against the base of his shaft, giving each man equal pleasure simultaneously. Together, the three of them moved like one animal, finding a rhythm that satisfied.

  Arlan was the first to climax, with a fierce growl, he pulled out, and the hot splash of come warmed her breasts in the now cooler evening. He zipped his shorts back up and, taking her head in his hands, kissed her so powerfully, her head swam.

  With Arlan no longer in her throat, there was nothing to stop Jay from picking up the pace and jackhammering away, the wildness igniting all her nerve endings. She clenched her muscles and shifted position, trying to milk every last ounce of sensation from his massive cock.

  The stroke of Jay’s cock against her clit as he pistoned in and out drove her to a second climax. The muscles of her snatch contracted just as he groaned out his own climax. She fell forward on her forearms, her eyes closed. Her body felt completely relaxed, and everything around her had a shimmering, surreal quality to it. She was only vaguely aware of Jay carefully pulling out and dumping the fae condom into the wastepaper basket.

  “You. Are. Amazing.” Arlan’s comment entered her mind’s blissful haze, reminding her of what she had to do.

  She smiled, fighting the drowsy, blissful feeling, and began to concentrate on envisioning the tower, humming low in her throat, trying to remember how to hum like a fae. But gloom cut through the bliss, plunging them into despair. She sensed it from Arlan stronger than from Jay. The storm tower hadn’t appeared.

  August opened her eyes. Everything appeared strange and new in the moonlight. The dagger, chalice and coin were gilded with fae light, mocking her with their unused power.

  Above her, the moon hung huge and silver-white in an ink-black sky. It shimmered on the surface of the pool, the reflection trembling, wavering, spreading and contracting, and when she turned to gaze at Arlan, his body seemed to do the same. She blinked, then gasped as claws shot out of Arlan’s…paws. A ragged growl ripped from his throat. She bit down on her fist to keep from screaming. She’d known he was a were. She shouldn’t scream. What he was going through looked and sounded like agony, limbs cracking and stretching, skin transforming to luxurious fur. He fell on all fours but nearly retained his normal height. He was a huge lion, a gorgeous lion.

  A magic lion.

  Gold sparks of fae power shot off his skin. However powerless Arlan felt as a quarter-fae in his human form, this lion radiated magic.

  Jay laid his hands on her waist, stroking her, soothing her. He obviously sensed her surprise. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Let me deal with him now.”

  A little sob escaped her simply because of the momentary agony she’d seen on Arlan’s face.

  Jay walked over to the gates, unlocked and threw them open. August watched in silent amazement as the big lion padded across the courtyard. His magnificent tail swung as he descended the seemingly endless display of stone steps, down the cliff face and down to the veldt.

  Chapter Ten

  “I don’t know why the floodlights didn’t turn on automatically when the sun went down. Must be a malfunction.” Jay fiddled with a switch, and they came on, lighting up the complex network of fountains and pools. The effect was breathtaking. “Let’s hop in the Jacuzzi, baby girl.”

  “Aren’t you worried about Arlan?”

  He took her in his arms. “No. Not really.” He glanced away from her for a second. “Maybe a little bit. But he’s immortal, at least in his lion form. They’ve shot at him, thrown dark dust at him—he’s survived it all. You haven’t seen him with his tank top off yet, have you?”

  Only in my dreams. She shook her head.

  He traced the pattern of the burn scars on her upper arm. “He has his own scar, a bullet wound.” She cuddled against his broad chest for comfort. “Why was there golden magic shooting from his fur?”

  “It seems he’s a Warrior of the Light. Despite his lack of control over his magic power, I guess he inherited that gene. It’s like there’s a compass inside him directing him to fight evil. The witch doctors are probably stealing another child right now. It tends to happen when the moon is full.”

  He took her hand and led her down to the Jacuzzi. After picking her up as though she weighed nothing, he settled her down in the water and joined her.

  The night had cooled, and she sank into the blissful heat. Bubbles and hot water cascaded over them. For a while, the two of them just gazed at the moon. But there were many questions in August’s mind. “When we were in the infinity pool before, you hummed fae magic. I heard you.”

  Jay ran a hand over his shaved head, then leaned back and sighed. “Having sex underwater doesn’t work well for a woman. The chlorinated water might have got inside you with my fingers and hurt you.”

  “But you said the only magic you could do is culinary.”

  He rubbed his fingers back and forth across his forehead. “Yeah, I stretched the truth a little on that one.”

  She said nothing, waiting him out.

  He gave another deep sigh. “I hate magic.”

  Sympathy rose within her, a shared bond. “I understand. I hate magic too. Because of who my mother was, I saw… Well, I experienced a lot. I saw a lot.”

  “Yeah, I get you, girl. My own mother, well, I don’t think she was dark fae, but she’s in a coma now because she tried to use magic to save my father’s life. She’s as good as dead.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Jay shrugged. “That’s what happens to half-fae who use more magic than they’re capable of handling. I don’t let Arlan know I have more power. I don’t want to get his hopes up that I can help him. The call to light-fae magic isn’t as strong in me anyway. I just want to be a cop, you know? I just want to be a regular guy.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I’m pretty far from it, but that’s what I want.”

  Their eyes met for an instant, his pupils huge and black. He bent at the waist, pressing his lips against her upturned mouth. He kissed her with tongue and teeth, desperate, gluttonous, aroused. August tasted the musky essence of herself on his tongue.

  With some effort, Jay spun her around in the water. He pulled her against him, her back against his chest and his muscled arms around her. His shaft was brick-hard against her ass. She moved tentatively against him, enjoying the velvety smoothness that covered steel rubbing against her cheeks. She turned her head to give him a playful smile. “No sex under water? Are you sure?”

  His smoky laughter exhilarated her, as ebullient as the fountains and bubbles of the spa itself. It occurred to her how much she genuinely liked him, beyond the fierce sexual chemistry between them; how much she wanted him to like her back, to want more from her than her potential for magic. Did he realize how rare the connection between them was? Did he care? And where did Arlan fit in? If there were problems between him and Arlan, would her involvement in their relationship make things better? Or worse?

  Jay’s big hands slid up the back of her spine, making it tingle. He caressed her thigh almost to her mound, trailed his fingers up her
belly, between her breasts and to her jawline. “What I want now is your pleasure.” His fingers trailed back over her nipple, and he whispered in her ear, “I think we can find something fun to distract you from worrying.”

  He positioned her so she knelt in front of a powerful jet, his big hand cupping her mound from behind in a possessive gesture. Then he splayed his fingers, spreading the folds of her lips, and gave her a small push so the strong jet of water shot directly onto her clit.

  His mouth closed on the side of her neck, sucking the skin. His hands caressed her breasts, played with her nipples, while the powerful jet pounded her clit. He knew what he was doing. He pinched at her sensitized nipples.

  The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her back, teasing her, caressing her. She struggled slightly to turn to him. But Jay was uncompromising. His strong hands held her firmly in place so the water jet continued to pummel her most sensitive spot. She leaned back against his solid form, giving in.

  The rise of her orgasm came again, steady and strong in thick, growing waves, the sensations coursing through both nipples and clit, shaking her to the bone. She slumped against his chest, letting him hold her up in the water, worn-out from yet another climax.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful when you come. I love you.”

  “What?” The words were so unexpected, they shocked her to the core. “I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough to say that kind of thing.”