Blood Bond (2 page)

They were such a contrast, on the surface.
Sorin’s black hair curled wildly and was barely restrained by the short
ponytail at the back of his neck, while Lucian’s brown hair was smooth and
sleek, falling precisely to collar-length. Both men were in excellent shape,
but Lucian’s frame was lithe and lean, while Sorin’s muscular physique rippled
each time he moved. Lucian’s body was nearly hair-free, despite his wolf
heritage. Both were tanned, but Lucian’s skin was the fairer of the two.

But there was one area where they were very
similar. Their cocks, both erect, were long and thick, beckoning to her with
promises of fulfillment. She couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than to
have both of them fill her at the same time. Although a nest of dark fur
obscured Sorin’s balls, she could plainly see Lucian’s, barely concealed by
scant amounts of brown hair.

Almost without conscious thought, Starr’s wolf-form
melted away, revealing her in the state she knew she shouldn’t be in, what with
the thoughts consuming her more each day. Without looking down, she knew her
nipples were hard. The areolas were dusky-pink with her arousal. Her full
breasts probably heaved from heavy breathing, caused by a combination of
exertion and excitement.

She didn’t think she imagined the way their
eyes traveled over her body, pausing at her concave tummy to eye the ruby stud
there, just above her belly button, before slipping lower. Some compulsion she
couldn’t fight caused her to shift positions and part her thighs, to better
reveal her pussy. Would they be surprised to find only a thatch of neatly
trimmed blonde curls at the start of her pussy that gave way to smooth skin? Were
either of them longing to taste her?

The moment seemed frozen in time, as though
they were all locked in a sensual haze. She wondered fuzzily how they could
ever have been naked around each other before and not have been aware of each
other sexually. How could she have taken those carefree days for granted, even
in her naiveté of how difficult it would be to forgo pleasures of the flesh and
assume Ylenia’s role?

Starr finally forced herself to move. She
got to her feet and walked to the water, certain she could feel their eyes
practically caressing her naked flesh. Feminine instinct took over, making her
roll her hips and flex her buttocks as she walked. She paused just before
stepping into the cold water, barely resisting the urge to look back and measure
the effect of her show on the men who she knew stood as still as statues.

She dipped her foot into the lake, hissed,
and then sighed at the coldness. She kept walking, slowly getting deeper into
the water, allowing its chilliness to leach some of the sexual heat from her
body. She turned in the water, conscious of the way the gentle waves lapped
just under her plainly visible breasts. “Well, aren’t you coming?”

On one level, Starr recognized the danger
of teasing Sorin and Lucian, and that’s exactly what she was doing. She wanted
a response from them, even as she feared where it would take them. If she were
smart, she would rein in the impulse and head back to the castle right now,
before she broke a basic tenant of her position.

Instead, she swam backwards, distancing
herself from the shore by a few more feet. Lucian and Sorin moved as one to
enter the water. She could sense their tension and excitement as they followed
her. No, as they tracked her, hunting her like prey. What would they do when
they caught her? She knew the answer to that, and her pussy clenched. Would she
try to stop them, as she knew she should?

Starr suddenly plunged under the water,
soaking her light-brown hair in the process. She paid no attention to the wet
mass as she swam several more feet from them before letting her body sink to
the bottom of the lake. She held her breath and waited for them to follow.

After what seemed like minutes, she finally
got a glimpse of one of them swimming very near her. By that time, her lungs
felt close to exploding, and she kicked off from the sandy bottom of the lake
and rose to the top. As soon as her head broke from the water, she dragged in a
lungful of air.

Their hands were there abruptly, pinning
her between them. Before she could even think, Starr was trapped, with her back
pressed against Sorin’s stomach, while Lucian’s chest pressed against her
breasts, made exquisitely sensitive by the slippery water, icy temperature, and
arousal. She licked her lips, watching Lucian’s brown eyes darken with desire.

“We were worried about you.” Sorin’s breath
was a caress against her neck as he dipped his head. “You shouldn’t have stayed
under so long.”

Starr nodded, finding herself incapable of
speech. Her faculties were further impaired when Lucian’s hands settled just
under her breasts. She caught her breath when his thumb swiped one of her
nipples. She was aware of Sorin’s cock pressing into her thigh. When Lucian
shifted positions, moving closer to her, she felt his cock against her stomach.
Her pussy responded to the stimuli with a flood of moisture.

Time stood still as Lucian’s head dipped,
bringing his mouth ever closer to hers. Starr closed her eyes when Sorin’s
tongue traced across her shoulder. As Lucian’s lips settled on hers, Sorin’s
teeth grazed the bend of her neck where it met her shoulder. A moan escaped
her, swallowed up by Lucian’s lips as they parted hers.

Of their own accord, her arms wrapped
around Lucian’s waist. Sorin moved closer, pinning her more tightly between
them. One of his hands settled on top of Lucian’s, bringing it up to cup her
breast. Together, they rubbed her nipple in slow, alternating strokes. Starr
couldn’t stop her hips from pumping, bringing her pussy closer to Lucian’s
cock.

His tongue slipped inside her mouth,
sliding gently across hers. His lips moved with gentle pressure, while Sorin’s
nips contrasted to the almost-lazy sensuality of Lucian’s kiss. Starr opened
her mouth wider, inviting deeper access. She dug her nails into Lucian’s skin
as they squeezed her breast in concert.

She couldn’t hold back another muffled
groan as Sorin’s thick finger sought out her pussy, gliding easily inside her
lips with the aid of her arousal and the water. She whimpered at his first
light caress across her clit. Lucian’s mouth was now more urgent, and his
tongue darted deeper inside her mouth. He cupped her other breast in his hand,
rolling the nipple in concert with his strokes of her other breast.

She could die right then, just from the
pleasure coursing through her. Instead, Starr opened her eyes and tried to
focus as Sorin’s finger penetrated her folds to flirt with the entrance of her
pussy. When he encountered the barrier of her virginity, he withdrew, tracing a
path up the inside of her lips, to circle her clit.

This was wrong. It didn’t matter how right
it felt. She knew she couldn’t allow things to go any further. Her first duty
was to Corsova, and though it might hurt her to do so, she had to do what must
be done.

She pushed against Lucian and slipped
beneath the waves before either could think to hold on to her. She swam several
feet away before resurfacing. She didn’t pause to look back as she made her way
to shore. Once out of the water, she turned back to them. She couldn’t find any
words.

“Starr, come back.”

Lucian’s coaxing tone was nearly her
undoing. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes before falling free, as she
somehow found the strength to shake her head. “I can’t.”

“You complete us.” Sorin’s rough tone
hinted at his frustration and pain. “We need you.”

Once more, she shook her head. “You know I
can’t do this.” Without conscious thought, she assumed her wolf-form and turned
away from them, running at full-sprint. They could easily catch up with her,
but apparently decided she needed space. She didn’t know whether to be grateful
or annoyed about that as she gave in to the urge to run back to the sanctuary
of her tower room.

* * * * *

She stood in the shadows, watching them.
How she came to be there, she didn’t know. She couldn’t spare the energy to
focus on that question when she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two of
them, lying on the bed together.

She knew they were lovers, but it had never
mattered. They had never made her feel like she wasn’t an essential part of
their relationship. She had never felt like they were a couple, and she was
just the fifth-wheel. In truth, Starr had often thought they were merely
waiting for someone.

How could she not think about it when they
were spread so temptingly before her? Such a glorious sight. The depths of her
own arousal surprised her as she watched them writhe together. Her dripping
pussy spasmed, begging for release. Her mouth watered as Lucian pleasured
Sorin. She ached to be the one drawing Sorin’s cock between her lips as she
watched Sorin pump his cock into Lucian’s mouth.

What would it be like to cross the distance
separating her from the bed and join them? She had no doubt they would welcome
her. They would lavish her with pleasure and shower her with love.

Her nipples beaded to the point of pain as
a summer breeze blew in through the open balcony doors and caressed her
breasts. The air brushed against her inflamed pussy, making her squirm.

She should leave, but she couldn’t turn
away. She had decided to go forward. Starr took a step toward them, and they
became aware of her. Neither Sorin nor Lucian made any attempt to hide what
they were doing. Lucian continued pleasuring Sorin, who raised his hand as she
drew nearer. Her feet carried her without conscious thought.

As she neared the bed, Starr reached out,
intent on burying her fingers in Sorin’s hair and drawing him to her for a long
kiss. She touched his hair, but it felt like cotton, not the soft texture she
had expected. She frowned.

And woke up. Starr’s eyes snapped open, and
she was conscious of clenching the light sheet covering her from the waist down
in a death grip. Her mind had made the dream so real that it took her a moment
to realize she was in her own bed, and that she had not been in Lucian and
Sorin’s chamber, watching them make love.

A groan escaped her as she loosened her
hold on the sheet and tried to relax her stiff muscles. Starr’s pussy ached,
deep down inside, where she couldn’t reach. It was an accustomed ache, but that
made it no easier to bear. Her body craved Sorin and Lucian. Even her dreams
reflected her desires.

She sat up, shaking her head to dispel the
mental fog lingering from the dream. Instead of fading, the images sharpened,
eliciting a moan. Her pussy spasmed, reminding her yet again how aroused she
had been from seeing them together. She longed to slide out of bed and go to
the floor below hers, where she would make the dream a reality.

What would Sorin and Lucian think of her if
they knew she fantasized about watching them together? Would they be
embarrassed, or would they show her what she longed to see?

She knew one thing. If she went to them,
things might start out with Sorin and Lucian making love, but she would
inevitably join them. By the morning, her virginity would be gone, along with
that deep ache inside. But she would have betrayed the trust of the people and
the Protector.

“Damn.” Starr rarely cursed, but she felt
the urge to let fly a few more expletives. The frustration she felt had
stretched her nerves taut and sharpened her senses. The cotton she lay on was
too rough against her skin.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to dismiss
these thoughts unless she sought release, but pleasuring herself was only a
temporary solution. She had to find a way to deal with her desires, to banish
them, so she could return to the state of mind she should be in as spiritual
leader of Corsova.

She leaned back against the pillow and
closed her eyes. Starr kept her breathing even, determined to reach a state of
meditation. Perhaps she could soothe her tightly strung nerves and get a few
more hours of sleep before the dawn.

Starr focused on relaxing, but sleep
refused to come. She tossed and turned a long time before admitting defeat and
rising from bed. As she slid her arms into the oversized robe, she cursed her
body for its refusal to accept it couldn’t have what it craved. Waves of desire
still pulsed through her, bringing a sensation that bordered on pain. Her hands
trembled, and she stuffed them in the pockets of the robe as she left her
bedchamber and walked through the east wing of the castle.

She made her way to the kitchen, seeking
solace in a cup of cocoa laced with brandy. It was a sleep remedy she found
herself turning to increasingly these days. The last few months, her hormones
seemed to be in a constant state of hyperactivity. No matter how she tried, she
couldn’t rein them in. Instinct and her own heart propelled her to Lucian and
Sorin. Only her mind resisted, knowing she couldn’t indulge in the forbidden
relationship.

Once she had prepared the cocoa mix and
brandy in a mug, Starr took milk from one of the refrigerators and poured it
into a copper pot. She could have sent one of the servants to prepare her
drink, but she liked the simple act of doing for herself. She still hadn’t
adjusted to the reverent treatment afforded her by the citizens. She wondered
if she ever would.