Wicked Hunt (Dark Hearts Book 3)

by Cari Silverwood

  “I can –” I raised my head and opened my mouth but he cupped my chin and kneeled before me to kiss me on my drool-messy mouth.

  “I know. I want to do you another way.”

  What was left? I was feeling worn out.

  “Okay.” I took a deep breath as I felt Mavros pull out.

  Grimm took me to the bed, finally, while Mavros went to wash. I eyed the soft quilt, wanting to sink into its surface. But, my men hadn’t come. I needed that, needed it to make this right on this very first day. First day with them both for all the right reasons.

  I was sitting beside Grimm when Mavros came in.

  He walked forward, naked, but looking as if he had something other than sex on his mind.

  Though Grimm was kissing my shoulder, I could feel the anxiety in Mavros. Anxiety, in this man?

  “Is something wrong?”

  “I want to say something.” His feet were planted squarely on the rug.

  I raised my eyebrows. We’d been ready to do anything. My heart was thudding, but I could wait. This was unexpected and I was imagining some emergency situation, though I had no idea what it could be.

  “You okay?” Grimm asked.

  “I’m okay, but I need to clarify.”

  Clarify? It was the oddest word to be using, now.

  I bounced experimentally on the edge of the bed, nervous, needing to do something.

  I guess my nerves were feeding off of Mavros’s.

  Grimm slipped his hand down to rest over my pussy, just enough to rekindle the ache. I placed my hand over his.

  To my surprise, Mavros went to one knee. He adopted a serious expression. “This is a little late. I’d thought to do this in the car, when I swapped, but things happened.”

  Grimm snorted. “We didn’t rehearse this.”

  “Mmm.” I figured not.

  “Mavros is going to propose.”

  I elbowed Grimm.

  He caught my arm. “Sorry.”

  “Shut up, Grimm. Okay. Here it is.” Mavros cleared his throat. “I decided long ago that I envied what you two had and yet I felt I belonged here too. But...” He nodded very deliberately, as though agreeing with his statement. “I am the outsider. I don’t do this often – kneel, you know.”

  He smiled at me. “And I never will again, but I need to, just the once, to show you both that I’m fully meaning my words. I want to be with you. Not simply sex.”

  I was more than a bit stunned. I suppose I knew this sexual encounter had segued into something more than sex, but having it up front, stated, was sobering.

  Grimm squeezed my hand. “Go on.”

  “I will take care of you, both of you, to the fullest of my abilities. Grimm, that may sound paternal but it’s not. Just I have this need to...” He took in a long inhalation through his nose. “To be there for you both. And, this is different from anything I have done before, but I never take my responsibilities lightly.” He took a pause, clenching and unclenching his fists. “Okay. Zorie and Grimm, will you at least see if we can be a ménage à trois. A household of three. On a trial basis, of course.”

  “Why now?” I knew I was frowning a little, but I couldn’t help it.

  “I want this to be settled at least partially. I want to know you understand what this means to me, and because of my words, to you also, I suppose.

  I’d never seen Mavros flounder like this.

  “I already did know. What you intended.” Grimm shifted on the bed. “I’m good with this. And I’ve got your back too, Mavros. No matter what else gets decided. You’ve shown what sort of man you are. But, Zorie?”

  I couldn’t help but be amused at the timing. However, I understood the why.

  He wanted an answer, now, to something that’d been occupying my thoughts as well.

  This wasn’t a man who took anything lightly. He could be arrogant, controlling, and maybe even a little bit evil.

  That could be bad but no one was perfect.

  I knew his good side too.

  “Okay.” I squeezed shut my eyes. Take the jump. “It’s been scaring me, this, but my answer is... Yes, with all my heart. A big enormous, yes.”

  He straightened and stood there a while as if absorbing what we’d all said. “Thank you.”

  When Grimm kissed and nibbled on the back of my shoulder, my smile softened. His kisses drifted lower while he massaged over my mound, then slipped the length of his finger into the groove between my swollen lips.

  I wasn’t sure who to pay attention to.

  “Stand up.” Grimm maneuvered me into standing before him.

  Now it was Mavros kissing my back, my ass, running his hands slowly down the backs of my legs. I undulated, marveling at how wonderful this man’s hands felt on me. My sighs were punctuated by more kisses that were planted all the way down each leg – one leg then the other. His final kisses embellished each ass cheek.

  “Grimm has something for you.”

  I let my eyelids part. Grimm had moved forward to perch on the edge of the bed, with his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

  “Turn around and sit on me. I want this inside your ass. Slow. I’ll lower you.”

  Well. I blinked. That was a start.

  With him helping me aim, after slicking his cock in my natural lubrication, I found the spot and slowly wriggled down. I panted through the pain that often came with anal. The dire ache and burn, in that tight circle of muscle, settled. His cock seemed to expand as it went deeper. When it was fully in, I shut my eyes, marveling at how this position, with him in my ass and his arms around me, under my breasts and hugging me to him, made me feel a part of him more than ever before.

  I opened my eyes to find Mavros studying us.

  “We can both fuck her at once. I can come, like this.” Grimm sounded strained.

  “I wish I had a sculpture of you two, as you are now.”

  Philosophizing about art when all I could think was of was the cock in me?

  Grimm pushed at me and I scraped my fingernails into his thighs.

  “Hold her legs open.” The man moved closer. The quirk to his lips when Grimm tucked his arms under my thighs, tilted me, and spread my legs, said he appreciated the sight.

  Since I’d had my hands propped on Grimm’s thighs, I had to grab his arms instead.

  Held open, with one man in me and the other with that predatory smile and his cock inches away...

  Finally.

  Mavros gathered my hair into one hand then lowered himself. He paused a moment, as if fascinated by my breasts, then dragged his tongue over one nipple, from below to above. He did it again, more slowly, so that I felt each bump as his tongue negotiated the ups and downs of my areola and nipple.

  I shuddered.

  More than my toes had curled.

  I found myself gaping in wonder.

  Having a man’s mouth on me there, holding my whole nipple inside his mouth while he devoted his tongue to worshipping it, sucking, licking. God. Damn.

  Lust shimmied in an immense wave from my breasts to my cunt. I arched, inviting more attention.

  Instead Mavros shifted his attention and nipped inside my thigh. The small, unexpected pain made me flinch.

  “Ow!” I wriggled even more as he rose to his feet, for he continued biting all the way down the length of my leg. “Hey,” I protested quietly. “Owie.” The pains were small and the man seemed amused at my wriggling.

  Except Mavros now regarded me, brow raised, as if his art display displeased him. “Open your legs even more.” His appropriation of my foot, holding it at his waist level, confused me.

  “What?” Wasn’t Grimm doing that?

  Grimm was busy fucking me, as much as he could with me sitting on him. That was rather distracting and I gasped at his latest jarring thrust, until –

  Mavros bit my foot, and kept his teeth clamped there, cruel enough to make me jerk, screech, and struggle to pull away my leg.

  “No, no, no. Don’t!” Doing that to my foot f
rightened me. Feet were delicate.

  “Open.”

  Wide-eyed, I stared. Oh. I twigged. This was one of Mavros’s evil games.

  We hadn’t played this way since he’d lost the ability to control me.

  I’d forgotten. Forgotten the thrill. The hurt.

  The addiction...and how he tempered pain with bliss.

  While I was processing that revelation, he bit again. Grimm only chuckled.

  Aware that my acquiescence was voluntary yet compelled and such a rush, I splayed myself wide, muscles taut. I didn’t understand my response, didn’t care, except to admit I liked this.

  “Good. If slow.” Then, very deliberately, he bit me one...more...time.

  I keened but stayed rigidly still. If I moved too crazily, I might hurt Grimm. Having to restrain myself, it made this so much more enthralling.

  His teeth would leave indents.

  Caught in his spell as well as by his teeth, I rocked back my head, to let myself feel.

  In that moment, my foot was his.

  I was still gasping, immersed in fading sensations, when I comprehended that he was centering his cock. There came that gentle press as he found the middle of my cunt, the magic place where he could sink into me. I tried to push myself forward, craving him.

  With the most mind-bending slowness, he forced himself inside.

  Two cocks. “Fuck.”

  There was less...damn...room than I remembered.

  My breaths sounded agonized and chopped with a knife.

  But I was a gasp, a touch, a breath...a fecund and moist plunge of cock into cunt, away from what I needed.

  I came before he’d gone in and out more than a few times – just the grip on my breast and hair while he entered me was enough. That wasn’t normal. Within seconds of the orgasm, mesmer powers ran riot through my body, amplifying my arousal, building it higher.

  Two of them in me. I couldn’t get any fuller.

  Mouth open, sucking in air when I could, I tried to follow the thrusts only to be left confused as to which way to go – Grimm’s cock slid out if I chased the sensation from Mavros. When he withdrew and plunged in, then began to stick it into me fast and soul-deep, I shuddered, sweating, crying out, my hands clutching at bodies, my muscles tightening.

  When Mavros came, that forced me even closer to a new high. Groaning blindly, whimpering, I felt Mavros pull out then Grimm flip me onto my face so he could plough my ass and come in me also. I writhed, choking for breath as I again found climax, with the quilt beneath me clawed into tangled lumps. My eyes were shut, my mouth buried in dampened sheet, and I didn’t care that they had to heave my legs and then my body up onto the bed.

  I couldn’t have moved myself.

  I waited for my world to find itself again.

  Once I had them both around me, I sought out each of them, just to feel they were with me.

  This was paradise.

  After all we’d been through, we deserved it.

  What seemed like hours later, Grimm spoke.

  “Told you you’d pay for those words.”

  I hiccupped then smiled. “Mmm. Shhh. I must fall overboard more often.”

  “I don’t think so.” Mavros stroked hair from my forehead. “The waiter told me you had two cocktails in half an hour. You might’ve drowned. Next time I spank your ass then fuck you.”

  “Crap.” I studied him one-eyed, unsure how sincere he was. “Mean.”

  “Told you I’d take care of you.”

  I could feel the bed shaking from Grimm laughing. I buried my face under the pillow and Mavros’s shoulder. “Shhh. I’m sleeping.”

  “You can’t hide forever, Zorie.” Though he let me stay where I was, his tone was dead serious. “You know what I am.”

  I had forgotten though, until he’d bitten my foot. When the need struck him, Mavros was a devoted sadist.

  Damn. We would need to have more talks. I wasn’t sure I agreed with his change of direction. Maybe I should threaten to spank him?

  I thought that through some more.

  Maybe not.

  Sounded dangerous.

  I squeezed my legs together, surprised at the need that’d surfaced. Imagining him not just spanking but whipping me had caused a very nice sensation to emerge.

  I’d thought those masochistic desires a side effect of being a collectable. Perhaps I was wrong.

  Chapter 42

  Mavros

  It was close to lunchtime but we were all tired from sun, sex, and falling overboard, especially Zorie. She woke when I stirred, and mumbled something.

  “I’m getting up. You can stay there a bit longer. I thought we could all have French toast and bacon, plus whatever else is in the fridge, out on the balcony for lunch.”

  “Sounds wonderful.” She smiled. With her red locks tangled all over the pillow and even on Grimm’s arm where he’d tucked it over her, she looked like a mermaid come to life.

  How had I gotten so lucky?

  Even Grimm, yeah, I wasn’t going to fuck him but this arrangement suited me. I’d never had a man I could talk to, be friends with, who really knew me.

  “I thought you were going to pull out a contract,” she whispered.

  “Almost.” I reached over and played with her mouth then traced along her jawline. “I wanted it all clear. It didn’t seem right to go on fucking you as if it were a temporary thing I had in mind.”

  “It was weird. But I liked that you decided to ask. I agree. We did need to settle what we were doing. Even in the middle of it all.” Zorie rolled her eyes.

  “With Grimm ready to ass-fuck you?” I grinned. “Yes. I suppose it was odd. I thought it best to have you off balance.”

  She blew a raspberry. “Sure and it was all planned so well. She drew my hand to her mouth, licked my skin, then pulled my hand higher and sniffed me.

  “Are you smelling me? And I’m weird?”

  “You are and, yes, I was. You both smell sooo good. You know....I want to say thank you too. Though I guess we all made a lot of mistakes, this has ended well. I finally feel...” She screwed up her mouth. “Safe and where I want to be.”

  “Good.”

  “I think this is going to work out.”

  “There was a boy I talked to at the markets in Bangkok. I asked him what love is.”

  When she only blinked at me, I continued.

  “I asked that of many people in a few countries. I was confused, couldn’t stop thinking about you and Grimm...and us. The other answers I’d gotten didn’t work for me. The boy said that love was when you found someone you couldn’t imagine ever being apart from. Simple. But right.”

  That had hit home for me.

  “It’s sweet.”

  “I realized that was how I felt about both of you, and I decided I would sacrifice anything to bring you both home safely.”

  “A very wise boy. Hey, you’re making me tear up. Not fair.” She wiped under one eye. “Hearing you say that makes me even surer this is going to be good for us all.”

  “Despite knowing what sort of man I am?”

  Grimm spoke up, his mouth muffled by her hair. “He means he’s an asshole.”

  Zorie laughed. “Yes. You both are sometimes.”

  “What? Maybe Mavros was right about the spanking business. I can see the appeal.”

  The sheet moved where his hand must be and Zorie yelped and frowned back at him. “Don’t forget I can disassemble a Glock. And put it back together.”

  “I think we both like you dangerous.” I kissed her. It was true. Part of the appeal of Zorie to me was her differences from other women. “But I love all of you.”

  “Love? You said the love word.” She gasped and her eyes widened, very deliberately.

  “I did.” I nodded slowly a few times. “I used to have an aversion to that word.”

  “Should we make you say it daily as a penance then?” Grimm levered himself up onto his elbow.

  “No.” I took Zorie’s hand and placed it
on my chest, then put mine over her heart. “I love you. I love you. I love you. There.” Grimm was looking at me skeptically. “Maybe you too, just a little.” I pretended to reach for his hand.

  “Fuck off. Try hand-holding with me and I’ll hit you again. I will do this.” He put his hand on Zorie’s breast near mine. “I love you.” He kissed her head though she screwed up her eye and peered at him.

  “You two.” Zorie sighed and shook her head.

  “And you, Mavros, I will...” He slowed.

  I raised my brow. “Kiss, fondle, have my babies?”

  “Love, but in a brotherly way.”

  I nodded. Grimm was being serious and if truth be told, this was making me feel the sting of held-back tears. “Brothers,” I agreed gruffly.

  “If we were brothers who had the same hot woman in their bed. You, darling.” Again he kissed her.

  “Awww. I may be blushing. That was just awesomely nice, both of you.” She smiled and this time I could see the tears. “This is so perfect.” Her voice had gone squeaky then died away into a whisper.

  “I’m glad I said that word.”

  Grimm snorted. “Daily. Daily use, that’s the way to get you over that love-o-phobia.”

  She squeezed my hand before I pulled it away.

  “You know, there’s something else. Maybe...” Zorie pursed her lips in a lopsided way. “I’d like if maybe we could all talk about what happened in Thailand, one day?”

  There was more to her question than some small thing. Reminiscing was definitely not what she wanted. I could feel sadness and fear deep inside her. Neither Grimm nor I had been up for discussing this while we circled her like stupid wolves.

  My “Absolutely,” came at the same time as Grimm’s “Yes.”

  “Whenever you’re ready to,” I added. “We should talk about it. Make sure the bad things are banished.”

  “Yes. That would be nice.”

  Nice. Uh-huh. Zorie was concealing her reaction, but we’d sort this out with enough patience and time. I’d had a few nightmares of my own. I owed them both. It had been my revenge that’d started us all on this insane journey.