Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Michele Zurlo

  She traced a path over the flat bridge his nose, forcing more of him to come into focus. Only, when she moved, the parts she no longer touched wavered and became indistinct. When she at last gathered the courage to touch his lips, she found them to be as lush and sensuous as she imagined. His lips parted, and he took her finger into his mouth, sucking and licking in a rhythm that kept her completely mesmerized.

  “The Shadow Man is supposed to help wolves find their mates, not steal them.” Soren growled the warning, and the hardness inside her softened a bit.

  Teigh released her finger and raised his gaze to nail Soren with a blazing tenderness. “All this time, you were right there in front of me. I even warned your brother about your compulsion.” He reached behind Riley to cup the back of Soren’s head with his large palm. “Even if I knew it was you, I couldn’t have interfered. I couldn’t reveal myself to you until you found Circe.”

  Riley rolled her eyes at the name. She knew he meant her, but that wasn’t her name. For goodness sake, she liked her name. The correction died on the tip of her tongue when Teigh locked his lips to Soren’s.

  She angled her face so that she could witness the full extent of the first time she’d ever seen two men kissing. This also didn’t cause her to feel anything unpleasant. Instead of the jealousy she expected, seeing Teigh’s lips and tongue duel with Soren’s as they fought for dominance just felt right. Soren’s light coloring contrasted sharply with Teigh’s mocha skin and the black dreadlocks that fell to the middle of his back. Though they had always been there, she hadn’t yet touched his hair, so the dreads hadn’t been in focus.

  The kiss was hot, and much more brutal than the way Soren had kissed her. Soren’s hand tightened on her thigh, and his other hand wrapped around Teigh’s neck to hold him close. The softening erection in her pussy lengthened, hardening once again.

  Teigh’s hand caressed her inner thigh, the rough fabric of his covering scraping her tender skin. Riley reached toward his neck, instinctively knowing where to find the string that would drop his cloak. One tug, and it fell away.

  The clothes Teigh wore beneath his cloak didn’t fit what she pictured him wearing. She thought to find him dressed similarly to Caiden, wearing silk or fine linen. The black denim jeans and matching T-shirt didn’t quite fit her expectation, though they did accentuate his body nicely.

  Without breaking his kiss with Soren, Teigh found her wet folds. He caressed her lightly. Her clit twitched and she shivered. Somewhere deep inside her, she remembered Teigh. She loved him the same way she loved Caiden and Soren. In the past six hours, she’d made love with a ghost, a werewolf, and now she was about to sleep with a Shadow Man. She knew he was the man who told Torrey how to find Shade, but nothing more. Soren seemed to have a history with him.

  Teigh’s caresses grew bolder. He stroked her harder and faster. She wiggled the best she could, trying to thrust against Soren’s cock, but the seated position in which he held her didn’t let her move much. Soren planted both hands on her hips and lifted her a few inches. He slammed her back down on him. It wasn’t much movement, but it was enough for now.

  The rhythm faltered far too quickly, and Teigh’s caress disappeared. Looking down, she saw that Teigh’s hand had moved down to caress the base of Soren’s shaft. She wasn’t alone for long. Teigh broke his kiss with Soren. He trailed kisses across Soren’s jaw and down his neck. When he came to Riley’s shoulder, he changed trajectory to pepper her shoulder and neck with warm, firm kisses.

  He had strong lips, not that Soren’s lacked in any way, just that Teigh’s were something to behold. He made his way to her lips. By the time he devoured her, whimpers and moans already spilled from deep in her throat. She opened to him, but he didn’t take the bait.

  Teigh had his own agenda. He feathered his full lips over hers, demanding with his mouth the way Soren demanded with his hands and Caiden demanded with his eyes. Riley melted under the onslaught. Her dream of being loved by two men was about to come true. With a start, she realized that soon, she would know what it was like to be loved by three men. Oh, but she was never going to walk again. She desperately hoped there weren’t more. At least they loved one another, too. Satisfying three men on a regular basis would be a lot of work for one woman.

  Hands kneaded her breasts, but she wasn’t sure to whom they belonged. She didn’t care as long as it didn’t stop. Soren reached over Teigh to pull the shirt off their new lover, and one hand stayed on her breasts, so she surmised the other belonged to Teigh.

  Her lips moved under his, responding to his direction and begging for his tongue. At last, he swept it into her mouth, mastering her with one stroke. Fingers plucked at her clit and Soren thrust into her pussy. Hands kneaded her breasts and pinched sharply at her nipples. She came hard and fast, the small orgasm pummeling her unexpectedly and leaving her wanting more.

  Teigh broke the kiss. “So responsive, baby. I’ve missed you.” He lifted his warm eyes to include Soren. “I’ve missed you both so much.” Then his eyes dropped, and Riley held her breath as he looked at her pussy. Soren’s cock impaled her still, a hard and ready sword.

  His head followed his gaze, and he dropped to kneel on the floor next to the bed. With the flex of his powerful arms, he slid Soren closer. Riley gasped at the sleeping power in his muscles, but then she reasoned that, like Soren, Teigh was a supernatural being. It stood to reason he would be strong as well as magical.

  What did three powerful men, each possessing the ability to work magic, want with her?

  She shelved that thought when the flat of Teigh’s tongue pressed against her pussy. Behind her, Soren gasped as well, and she knew Teigh licked Soren’s cock with every pass of his tongue. This was one thing Soren had not allowed her to do. He maintained that his cock was too big for her mouth. However, it would fit nicely into Teigh’s or Caiden’s. Tremors of desire spiked through Riley at the image.

  “You taste like heaven, both of you.” Teigh’s voice vibrated against Riley’s sensitive tissues. “Lie down, Soren.”

  Soren did as Teigh commanded. Part of Riley was amazed that Soren followed Teigh’s orders. Perhaps this all had the same surreal air for Soren that it did for her. After all, how many women found themselves between two handsome lovers just because they wanted it to happen?

  When he lay back, Soren took her with him. She rested her weight on Soren’s chest, luxuriating in the solid feel of him against her back. Teigh pushed her up, and Soren’s cock slid from her with a soft pop. She whimpered at the loss, but Soren’s fingers found her folds. One hand rubbed against her clit while fingers from the other hand found her G-spot. She bucked, and Soren moaned.

  Lifting her head, she realized the cause of Soren’s enjoyment. Teigh’s amazing tongue licked Soren’s length, greedily lapping up her juices. Then he opened his mouth and slid Soren’s entire cock inside. Riley’s brows rose. Though she knew Teigh’s mouth could fit around Soren’s girth, she honestly didn’t think he’d be able to swallow the entire thing. If Soren didn’t have such a firm hold on her, she would have foregone the promised orgasm to scramble off him so she could watch from the sidelines. She consoled herself the loss by promising there would be time for voyeurism later.

  As Soren neared climax, his hips rose, thrusting into Teigh’s mouth and carrying Riley’s hips upward in the same motion. The erotic distraction kept her own orgasm at bay, but not for long. Tension coiled tighter, and she submitted to it, welcoming the coming release. She and Soren shouted at the same time.

  Teigh didn’t give Riley a chance to catch her breath. Rising to his feet, he grabbed for Soren’s fingers, still lodged inside Riley’s pussy. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. Riley watched, fascinated, as one lover cleaned evidence of her orgasm from another lover’s fingers. Teigh treated Soren’s other hand the same way, and then he leaned over their splayed bodies, inhaling the aroma of passion.

  “You both smell so good. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you, b
aby. Too long since I’ve been able to drink your sweet nectar.” His hot tongue laved her swollen tissues, lapping gently until he’d cleaned away most of her juices.

  Riley quivered and shook as he prolonged the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  Then he lifted her from Soren’s body, his grip almost reverent. She felt weightless and safe in his arms. He set her down next to Soren and pushed her legs apart. In one swift motion, he both changed his position and entered her body. He hovered over her, motionless, his face painted with rapture.

  “Oh, baby, you fit me so well.”

  Struck speechless, Riley couldn’t put together a coherent thought. She had expected him to make love to her, but she hadn’t expected him to sheath his cock without a kiss or a warning. He did fit nicely, stretching and filling her deliciously. The desire so recently slaked by Soren roared to life. She lifted her hips to encourage him to move.

  He held her down with one hand on her pelvic bone. His chocolate gaze penetrated the haze of her desire. “Wait, baby. I haven’t had you in three thousand years. If you don’t give me a minute, this isn’t going to take very long.” The corners of his lips lifted in a positively salacious smile. “And I know how much you like it to take a long, long time.”

  Marathon sex was a completely new concept to Riley. Some of her lovers had taken their time, but nothing ever lasted more than a half hour. Soren liked to repeat his performance, driving her to a minimum of three orgasms each time. Adding Teigh to the mix definitely tested the limits of her stamina.

  She tried to return his smile. The rising need he created demanded to be sated, so she didn’t know whether or not it came off as desperate. “I have to go to work soon.”

  Teigh chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “Babe, when we’re finished here, Soren and I are going to pack you up and take you to see our girls so they can undo this curse and the four of us can finally be together again. You’re finished with your job. No woman of mine is going to work for someone else. You’re the one who holds us all together. That’s enough of a job.”

  Riley didn’t care for the way he seemed to think he got a say in her life, not that she loved her job or necessarily wanted to continue doing it. Before she could protest, he withdrew and thrust back into her. The quick, sharp motion sent liquid heat traveling through every capillary in her body. Her protest came out as a moan. She grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

  He thrust several more times, playing her body as if they’d been making love for years. He knew just how to angle his thrusts and just how much force to use. Riley rocked with him, too weak to wrap her legs around his waist the way she wanted.

  The effects of her last orgasm had yet to fade, and Riley wasn’t all that close to coming again. Teigh pried her fingers loose from his bicep and kissed them. Then he moved her hand down to wrap her fist around Soren’s cock.

  “Make him hard, baby. Get him ready while I take care of you.”

  Soren’s silky skin caressed her palm as she teased him. He rolled toward her so that she could adjust her grip, and he kissed her hard on the mouth. Teigh lowered his head to kiss her breasts, his soft lips grazing the undersides before paying attention to the pebbled peaks. Together, they swept her away in the rising tide. If she listened hard enough, she could hear the distant sounds of Caiden’s beach.

  Riley’s task was easily accomplished. Soren’s cock throbbed in her hand. Gently, he extricated himself from her grip and rolled away. She heard the sound of the drawer where she kept her vibrator opening and closing. When Soren knelt behind Teigh, she realized he had found the lube.

  Teigh froze, and she didn’t protest. Peering over his shoulder, she watched Soren squirt the gel onto his palm. He massaged it into his cock, and then he squeezed more onto his fingers. They disappeared from view, but she knew from Teigh’s moan that Soren’s lubricated fingers explored the tight ring of Teigh’s ass. Jealousy flared briefly. She wanted both of them inside her.

  But then she tamped it down. Soren loved this strange man as much as she did. It stood to reason he wanted to make love with Teigh as much as she did. She relaxed her neck and let her head drop back to the mattress. Teigh’s gaze locked to hers, sharing the wondrous sensations Soren evoked as he sank into their lover’s warmth.

  Soren set the pace. His thrusts into Teigh dictated Teigh’s thrusts into her. Together, they rocked, bucking and moaning, building sweet tension. As one, they cried out, welcoming the climaxes crashing over them.

  Riley fought to stay awake, but the delicious languor claimed her consciousness.

  * * * *

  Hot coffee burned a path down Soren’s parched throat. Weak streams of light played over the surfaces in the kitchen as the sun played hide-and-seek behind the clouds. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d engaged in so much sexual play.

  Never in his life did he imagine finding himself attracted to another man, much less the Shadow Man. The stuff of legends, the Shadow Man had been around in one form or another for his entire life. He was a shaman, a bringer of fate. Whenever he visited a wolf, things happened. Sometimes good, sometimes not, but that wolf’s life changed.

  Soren’s life had irrevocably changed. Hours before, he had been hell-bent on proving to Riley that her dream lover could never own her body and soul the way he did. He had wanted to prove that he was the only lover she’d ever need.

  Then Teigh had entered their lives. Soren didn’t doubt that very few people were privy to the Shadow Man’s real name, yet Riley had known it. She hadn’t hesitated in naming him, though he didn’t quite think she knew the legend behind the man, and she hadn’t tempered her attraction to him.

  How could he love a man he’d never truly met? Over a hundred years before, the Shadow Man had appeared to his brother, Shaden, to warn him about Soren’s compulsion. Had he known even then that Soren was destined to become his lover?

  This turn of events brought forth the question of whether Riley’s dream lover would enter the fray as well. In the deepest part of his heart, he knew he already loved this Caiden. Closed eyes brought forth the image of a handsome man with blue eyes and black hair. His light skin would redden in the sun, and then the color would fade, never quite leaving behind a tan.

  They had both called her by the wrong name. He had felt her bafflement both times. No doubt she felt the same profound feelings he felt. If she could know their names, why didn’t they know hers?

  More questions paraded through Soren’s head. His heart and his instincts had never steered him wrong before. He wasn’t about to question his feelings, but the many uncertainties brought lingering doubts.

  Riley had some kind of power wholly different from a witch, but he couldn’t see her using it for nefarious purposes.

  This is her revenge for kidnapping her and almost killing her sister.

  Soren’s head jerked up and his heart raced. His eyes darted around, searching for the source of that little voice. He knew the search was doomed to failure. That voice tickled his dormant compulsion. He fought against it, knowing he could not win. The little bastards had found him after all. Giving up his home and his alpha position among his pack hadn’t mattered. Slowly, his thinking shifted.

  What better way to exact revenge than by making him, an alpha wolf, fall in love with her and then share her with two other men? Oh, but the brilliance of her plan only illuminated the depth of her cunning.

  Two rooms away, she lay asleep in Teigh’s arms, unaware her plan had been discovered. Still, doubt lingered in the back of his mind. The sweet woman he loved couldn’t betray him. Or could she?

  Circe carries so much more power than one of her daughters. With it, we will be all-powerful. We want it. We need it.

  Urgency flooded Soren’s system. He wanted that power. He needed that power.

  Kill her before the Daughters unleash her power.

  Soren started at that. Pain seared his chest at the image of Riley’s lifeless body spread before him on a stone altar. �
�No. There has to be another way.”

  Kill her.

  Dread churned in his gut, but it was no match for the need pulsing in his veins. His heart broke into a million pieces, burning a hole in his chest. He couldn’t do this. He could fight the compulsion.

  Chapter 5

  Riley woke with the certainty that the warm body entangled with hers didn’t belong to Soren. She opened her eyes slowly. The chest pressed against her cheek was a bit smaller than Soren’s, though not small by any means, and much darker.

  Teigh.

  She eased away, putting a bit of distance between them so she could see his face. The indistinct features had settled into the sharp planes of an elegantly handsome man. They remained even when she didn’t touch him. It looked like he was there to stay.

  The surreal quality of the entire morning washed over Riley. While she didn’t doubt Teigh’s place in her life and in her heart, she did question the speed with which she had accepted three lovers. Though two had been present that morning, Caiden waited just beyond her reach.

  Her aching muscles protested movement as Riley rolled from bed and limped to the shower. Fifteen minutes in there restored most of her mobility, but soreness lingered. She hoped time would help her body adjust to having three demanding men in her life.

  She threw on a pair of sweats and a light shirt, and she headed to the kitchen.

  “I called your work and told them you wouldn’t be in today.”

  The fragrant aroma of fresh coffee filled the room. Soren sat at the table sipping from a flower-patterned mug she had acquired at a garage sale. His sky blue shirt molded to his shoulders, and the short sleeves only accented the tight lines of muscles that defined his strength. He didn’t look at her once while she poured herself a cup.