by L. A. Boruff
Rhain pulls away, breathing heavily. “Are you certain?” he asks, his hands gripping my hips. I know that if I say no, he will walk away, no matter how much it costs him to do so. But I don’t want him to walk away. I want him to stay. My hands cup his face.
“I am certain that in this moment, right now, I want you,” I whisper.
Rhain smiles, and it is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, a smile that snatches the breath from my body. He kisses me thoroughly, one hand trailing fire down my spine, the other tangled in my wet hair.
“Cia,” he murmurs into my mouth. His hand reaches the curve of my bottom then slides over it, lifting me up. Moaning, I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the length of his desire as it presses into me. I move against him, needing the friction, needing release. I pull at his shirt, hungering for the touch of his skin beneath my palms, and groan impatiently when I am unable to undo the buttons.
Rhain pulls his lips away from me. “Shall we get out of the bath?” he says.
I bite my lip then smile. “Yes.”
Still holding me firmly in his arms, he steps out of the bath and walks with me into the bedroom. The fire in the hearth is snapping and crackling just like the unquenched desire within me, casting a soft orange glow about the room. Rhain lays me gently down on the bed, his forearms a cage around my head as he kisses me deeply. A groan escapes him as he steps back to remove his clothes, his eyes absorbing me hungrily. My heart flutters wildly in my chest as he stands in his underwear, the dim light of the fire casting shadows over his beautifully defined body. Rhain isn’t as broad as Ezra or as tall as Devin, but he is exquisite nonetheless. He has a perfectly defined body with strong muscular limbs and a firm stomach. I find myself suddenly embarrassed by my own curves and I sit up, backing against the headboard, and start pulling the throw over myself. He frowns at me.
“What are you doing, Cia?”
“I…” I can’t explain that I feel inadequate.
“Don’t do that,” he says, snatching the throw from my body. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Can’t you see what you do to me? Never cover yourself,” he grinds out, angry now.
I pull my knees to my chest, all the confidence I’d had a moment before smothered by sudden debilitating shyness.
“Uncross your arms,” he demands.
I look at him, my eyes wide.
“Cia, uncross your arms,” he says again, more gently this time. My arms fall away. “Straighten your legs,” he orders, his eyes never leaving mine. The sharp points of his teeth lower from his gums, pressing into his bottom lip, and this time I am not afraid of them. My heart rate increases as he removes his underwear. He stands before me, unapologetic in his virility. I press my legs together at his obvious appreciation.
“See what you do to me, Cia. This cannot be faked. You are beautiful, every part of you calls to me. The Claiming isn’t just about desire, it is about giving yourself up wholeheartedly to another, trusting them to take you over the edge. It is about accepting your most basic of instincts and allowing yourself the gift of pleasure. I stand before you naked, wanting you more than I have ever wanted another. Are you willing to accept me as I am willing to accept you?”
“Yes.” The word slips from my mouth before I am even able to think about it.
As he approaches, thoughts of Ezra and Devin flit cross my mind. I do feel attracted to Devin, and despite Ezra’s abrupt nature there is something about him I am also drawn to. Despite them both wishing for the Claiming to take place, the ridiculous thought that I am cheating on them somehow enters my head.
“Accacia, stay with me,” Rhain whispers, and the thoughts flutter away as he kneels on the bed, distracting me with his ocean deep eyes and sinful voice.
He lowers his mouth to the curve of my foot as his hands massage my ankles. Then he moves higher, his tongue and lips snaking a blaze of fire across my skin. I cannot take my eyes off him as he moves slowly up my body, his wet hair dropping cold droplets of water onto my heated skin. The tattoo on his arm seems to swirl and pulse as he pushes my legs apart, nestling between them. He looks at me and smiles, revealing the length of his sharp teeth.
“I won’t bite you, Cia, not unless you want me to,” he murmurs, before lowering his head and pressing his mouth against me. My back arches off the bed as he tastes me, the sensation of his wet tongue against my sex sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Rhain grips my hips, steadying me as the warmth of his mouth teases, until I am on the brink of losing all control. He chuckles and kisses the mound of my sex. “Not yet, Cia. I want to be inside you when you come apart.”
His kisses stray higher as he moves over my rounded stomach, his tongue dipping into my belly button. I feel the point of his teeth graze over the underside of my ribs before he rushes upwards and captures my hardened nipple in his mouth. He teases me with his tongue, lapping and pulling until I am almost undone whilst his free hand kneads my breast. Not able to stand it any longer, I grab hold of his head and pull him towards me. Our lips crash together as his tongue explores my mouth. One hand tangles in my still wet hair, whilst the other finds its way back to my breast. I groan into his mouth as he gently runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple. Rhain pulls away, smiling in that sexy way of his, before moving his mouth over my jaw and running his tongue along the curve of my ear.
“You are breathtaking, Accacia,” he whispers, the warmth of his breath making my skin break out in goose bumps. He adjusts his body over me as he slowly trails kisses down my neck and I can feel the rock-hard length of his lust teasing me as I squirm beneath him.
“Rhain,” I groan. My voice doesn’t sound like my own. It is so free, so unencumbered.
He pulls back, resting his arms either side of my head. The ends of his chin length hair fall forward in a shroud around us. His eyes are hooded and full of desire. I have never felt more beautiful.
“Cia, are you ready to be Claimed?”
I run my hands from the base of his spine up his back, and circle around to his chest. A tiny smattering of dark hair is soft under my palms. “I trust you,” I say, and I do. Whatever happens, I trust him to take care of me. He presses his lips lightly on mine as he pushes himself inside me, and for a short while there is only us and exploding pleasure as we rock together, Claiming one another as our own.
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Excerpt from Fern’s Wings – Book two of Fern’s trilogy from the Sisters of Hex series by Bea Paige
“Are you not getting in the water?” he asks me. “I…” All ability to speak has left me. I literally cannot form a sentence.
“Do you want me to assist, is that it Fern?” Mihr asks. His voice is low, husky. My toes curl. Mihr withdraws his wings, but not before reaching out and brushing a feather against my chest. His featherlight touch grazes my nipple. That alone nearly has my knees buckling. “Well, what’s it to be, Fern?” he asks taking a step closer. “I thought you didn’t want to share…” I stutter. I’m all too aware of another two sets of eyes staring at me from the pool. I can just about hold myself upright. If I turn to see Gabe and Ether both giving me come hither eyes I might just combust.
“I don’t want to share you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch,” Mihr says, taking another step forward. “Watch?” I squeak, my mouth falling open. “Yes, Fern. Watch. I want to watch my friends make love to you. I want to see their hands touch you, their fingers stroke you, their lips caress you, their tongues lick you. I want to watch your face flush, and the hairs on yours arms lift as goose bumps cover your flawless skin. I want to hear the sound of your pleasure and the hum of your body as it responds to their love. I want to understand what you like. I want to see you come.” Mihr steps closer and leans down brushing his lips over the shell of my ear. “And whilst I watch Gabe and Ether bring you pleasure, I will take my cock in my hand and give myself my own.” Entirely of their own volition, my hands shoot out and pull Mihr
’s face to mine. If he thinks he can talk dirty to me and not expect any consequences, then he’s got another thing coming. Mihr has successfully fired me up to the point of boiling and I am going to kiss him until he can’t control himself any longer. This kiss is not gentle or slow or sweet. I don’t act demurely. I kiss Mihr with a fire needing to be matched. My tongue spears his lips, my hands pull at his hair and my clothed body presses against his nakedness. God, how I wish I’d removed my clothes already. I cock my leg up, arching it around his hip and press my pelvis against his. Mihr grips my arms, yanking me against him. He’s hard and it only turns me on more. With his free hand, Mihr’s fingers search up and under my t-shirt and draw around my back, scoring lines into my skin. Then, just when I think he is going to break his own rules, his wings beat, and he moves away from me abruptly, just like he did in the temple earlier. I almost scream out in frustration. “Take your clothes off,” he bites out.
I breathe heavily, panting as we stare at each other.
“Take you clothes off,” he repeats. His whole body is trembling. I flick my gaze to Ether and Gabe who are watching us both. Gabe is biting down hard on his lip, he moves to step forward, but Ether holds him back. “I won’t make this easy for you, Mihr. I want you as much as you want me. You can’t kiss me like that and then leave me like this.” “Stop talking,” he grinds out. His hand lowering to his engorged cock. He wraps a hand around the base, not for one moment taking his eyes of mine. “Fuck,” I hear Gabe say from the pool. Narrowing my eyes, I take the opportunity to tease Mihr, just like he teased me. Two can play at that game. By the time I’m finished, his body is trembling violently with the effort of not touching me. I stand naked before him, my chest heaving, my nipples taut, my cheeks pink, my heart pounding. I’m goddamn desperate for his touch. “Mihr, I need you,” I groan, trying and failing to sound seductive. “I made a promise and I intend to keep it,” he responds with a shake of his head. Then he turns to Gabe and Ether who have been watching us this whole time. “Take care of her needs.” And with that he launches himself into the air. In a few seconds he’s landed on the other side of the pool. I watch him disappear under the waterfall. “He’s got more restraint than I’ll ever have,” Gabe says with a note of respect.
I draw in deep ragged breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Though everything in me calls to Mihr, wants him, desires him, I respect his decision knowing that when we do finally come together it will be everything I hoped and more. Besides, I have Gabe and Ether. I still have the other portions of my heart and they are more than enough right now. “Life damn it, Mihr sure as hell knows how to set the temperature,” Gabe says in jest. “Come here, Fern.” My attention is drawn back to them both. These two dark angels whom I adore equally, but in very different ways. Ether steps forward, beads of lilac water glittering on his chest as he stands side by side with Gabe, so close they are almost touching. “Join us,” Ether says, a note of command in his voice. He is as aroused as I am, and even though he is naked in a pool with Gabe, his attention is solely on me. His thoughts are too, and they are full of sin. Somehow, on legs already liquified, I walk into the water. It’s like a warm bath, and I groan at the sensation as it laps over my sensitive skin. In a few steps I am standing in front of my angels. I reach out a hand to both, cupping their cheeks. “I don’t know how to do this.” I whisper, feeling both entirely turned on and terribly shy suddenly. I’ve been with both men intimately, I shouldn’t be nervous. “Then let me take the lead,” Ether says as much to Gabe as to me. Gabe nods his head and my heart swells with affection given I know how hard it is for him to share me. Ether steps forward, brings his lips to mine and kisses me just like I had kissed Mihr only half a minute ago. It surprises me a little, the utter desperation of his kiss. It’s entirely unguarded. It’s as though, in this moment, he’s decided to strip his walls, to lay himself bare. I kiss him back with as much fervour. I want him to know I appreciate his gift, that I adore him in return because this one kiss tells me all I need to know.
Ether pulls back, then glances at Gabe. “Stand behind Fern,” he demands. The look that passes between them has my breath hitching in my throat. So many words left unsaid, so much history buried under a lifetime of pain and suffering. So much sexual tension, from Gabe too this time. Still, neither acknowledge it, and as frustrating as that is for me, and them both no doubt, I cannot force them to acknowledge it until they are ready.
Ether holds my gaze. “Fern, you are exquisite. Everything about you turns me on. I want you to know that despite everything we’ve talked about, despite these walls I’m working on taking down, you are my universe. Everything else is secondary to that.” He places the palm of his hand against the centre of my chest and lifts my hand to mirror his. Gabe circles us both and moves to stand behind me. “Relax your wings, Fern. Part them for me slightly so that I might hold you against my chest,” Gabe instructs me in a voice that is as liquid as the pool we’re standing in. I do as he asks, and he presses his body against my own. His hips and chest against my back, his cock resting between the crease of my arse. “Have you ever been with two men before?” Ether asks gently.
I shake my head no, unable to speak as Gabe’s hands slide around my waist, lowers over my belly, and seek out my clit. “Then we shall guide you,” Gabe murmurs into my ear, as his finger swirls over my swollen nub. I press my eyes shut, unable to take everything in as Gabe fingers me expertly. His lips seek out the curve of my neck and he nips my skin. I can feel his thick cock twitching against me. There is no doubt he is as turned on as I am. “Open your eyes and look at me, Fern,” Ether demands. His voice is so controlling, so fucking sexy that I obey instantly. He steps so close that I can feel the length of his cock pressing against my stomach. Between us Gabe’s hand still moves, drawing out pleasure as Ether watches. No doubt Mihr too, from afar. I’m pretty sure that Gabe must be able to feel the warmth of Ether’s length given where his hands are now, but neither appear to be averse to the idea. In fact, Ether rocks his hips against the back of Gabe’s hand, forcing it tighter against my body. Another moan of pleasure mixed with surprise releases from my lips. If either cared to interpret my thoughts right now they’d know exactly what I want. Ether smiles seductively, his eyes flashing darker. “I want to make love to you, Fern, and I want Gabe to hold you whilst I do.” His eyes flick up to Gabe. I can’t see Gabe’s reaction, I only know that he agrees because suddenly his hands have left the aching spot between my legs and I’m being lifted from behind. Water sloshes over us all as Gabe helps me to wrap around Ether. “Put your legs around Ether’s waist,” Gabe says, drawing his arm up around my chest. He grabs my breast with his hand and squeezes. My nipples pucker at his touch, at what I am about to do. I’ve never been more turned on. Ether takes me from Gabe momentarily as he wraps his arms around my back and kisses me with raw, unbridled emotion. Our teeth clash, our tongues collide, and then in one swift movement, Ether has lowered me onto his length. He stills, allowing me a moment to adjust. “Ether…” I moan, drawing my bottom lip into my mouth. “Rest against my chest, Fern. Let me take your weight, I will hold you whilst Ether fucks you,” Gabe growls, guiding me back against him. I allow Gabe to hold my weight, acutely aware of Ethers hands on my hips and his length filling me. My eyes flutter closed as I relax against Gabe’s hold. Today, it would appear that I am subservient to their demands, and in this moment, I’m more than okay with that. “I want you to keep your eyes open,” Ether murmurs as he begins to move within me. “I want you to see me,” he says more firmly this time, and I know it’s more than just his outer appearance that he’s talking about. He’s giving himself up to me and I adore him all the more for it. Ether starts slow, finding his rhythm, then when he’s assured I’m held firm in Gabe’s arms he picks up his pace all the while his gaze focusing on me, and me alone. The warm water surrounding us laps against my skin adding an extra layer of sensation. I’ve never made love in water before, but the weightlessness it gives to our joining makes me
feel as though we are flying somehow. It’s incredible. I reach out, trying to gather an imprint of his thoughts, but Gabe’s hand on my breast and lips on my neck combined with Ether’s sensual thrusts has me losing myself in the moment. The sensation builds steadily as Ether’s fingers grip my hips. Gabe bites on my earlobe, the short sharp shock sending a slice of pleasure straight to my nub. “I know I’m not the only one enjoying watching you being fucked like this,” Gabe growls into my ear. “Mihr is plenty enjoying himself right now.” As he says the words, I feel Mihr’s connection pull pleasurably within my chest. My eyes flick briefly to the other side of the pool where Mihr is standing, his back pressed against the trunk of the weeping willow. He’s holding his cock in his hand, his fist pumping up and down its length. More heat explodes in my chest. Heat so overwhelming I almost come there and then. “Fern, look at me,” Ether demands with a husky growl. My eyes snap back to his face and I am lost once more to this man who is making love to me with every piece of his being. Ether’s connection tugs within me and he opens up his mind to me once more. I see flashes of me through Ether’s eyes. I feel what he feels, buried beneath the wall that doesn’t seem so impenetrable now.
Desire, passion, need, acceptance, want. All of it, everything he feels, and what he’s beginning to feel pours into me. I accept it all. I accept him and in return I show him what I see, what I feel.
“Fern…” his voice breaks on the emotion. I reach out to Ether and grasp hold of his upper arms, my own desire needing to feel his hot skin, needing him, needing more, needing to fall with him. Gabe’s hand moves from my tender breast to the heated spot between my legs. He slips his finger over the nub of my clit and moves it in a circular motion, drawing out the pleasure, stoking the fire that Ether is building within me.
