Embracing Midnight (12 page)

“He just wants you to himself,” Toryn whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

“I found her first,” Iollan reminded with a laugh.

Caught up in having her clothes so delightfully shucked off, Callie hadn’t even noticed Iollan had discarded his own.

Grin as saucy as his body was sleek, Iollan sauntered toward the Jacuzzi, giving a nice view of his delectable ass in motion while he descended into the water’s depths.

With a twin escort on each side, Callie moved toward the water, making sure she kept her footing on the slick steps. As she descended, warm water bubbled around her. A long hot soak was just what she needed to ease the stiffness of her earlier exercise. The twins returned to their towels, stretching out to watch the love play commence.

Iollan’s gaze grazed her with admiration. His lips curved into an appreciative smile. “You look beautiful.”

Callie’s heart beat furiously, driven by unbound desire. “I still can’t believe you want me.” Breath catching in her throat, she felt need warring inside her soul, so strong it both consumed and unnerved her. She raked her bottom lip with her teeth.

“More than my life.” He opened his arms, closing her in his strong embrace.

Callie nestled against his chest, the touch made all the sweeter by the steamy dampness of his skin. Her hand gripped his back, sliding sinuously over powerfully rippling muscle.

Iollan’s lips pressed against her brow. “Sure about this, love?” He traced her slender body with warm palms, slipping them beneath the water that only half-covered her ass. Pulling her tightly against him, he barely managed to assuage the ache between her thighs.

The thrill of his caress went clear to her toes. Tipping her head back, her teeth grazed his chin. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, voice sweet and thick as sun-warmed honey.

“An hour away from you was an hour too long.” Hands sliding to her hips, his lips came down on hers. Their kiss didn’t start out slowly. Seeking and demanding, his tongue swept past her lips in a silent message. He might share her with his brothers, but in the end Callie would belong to him and him alone.

A shiver of anticipation traveled through her, ushering in that familiar heat of desire. As the sensations of arousal spread, sheer undiluted pleasure rolled through her. Her clit ached with the need to experience the pleasing slide of his fingers, mouth, and cock. Her thighs were taut, the water between her legs sensuously mixing with the liquid warmth flowing from her hungry depth. The muscles deep inside her core contracted, anticipating penetration.

Using only the tips of his fingers, Iollan traced over her chin, down her neck, to her breasts. His touch was light, sensual. “Speak to me, Calista. Tell me what you want.”

“Everything.” Her voice was breathy, slow from the effects of the potent drink.

He held her tighter, giving a longer, slower kiss. “I promise I’ll do that.” Gripping her bare waist, he dipped his head and his tongue snaked out, circling one delicate bud. His voice grew playful. “But where to start. Here”—he suckled softly at the tip, teasing with soft nips, then drawing on it with all the sexually charged intent in his muscular body—“or perhaps here.” His hand covered her other breast.

Skin flushing, feeling suddenly too tight to fit over her bones, she sighed beneath his touch. “Mmm. Touch me everywhere.”

“Tonight we will please you in every way.” Iollan’s hand slid down her belly, urging her legs apart. His caressed her clit with slow, deliberate flicks.

Callie moaned her answer, biting her lip as he made circles around her clit with his wet finger before slowly penetrating her tight, slick pussy. Imagining three cocks in action caused her to shudder in delight. “Careful,” she warned between gritted teeth. “I’ll come right now.”

Iollan lazily nuzzled the side of her neck. Her pulse beat frantically beneath her skin as he savored her softness. “And that would be bad because?” He nibbled at her lips as though enjoying a cherry Popsicle. “Tonight we will take you to a place you’ve never been before.”

Slipping in another finger, Iollan slowly pumped into Callie’s depths. He pressed deep inside her with a slowness and sureness of purpose. He gently pinched one nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

Callie whimpered. Her hips undulated faster, in time to his thrusts. The feel of his mouth and hands, of firm wet skin against wetter skin, was almost more than her senses could stand. She wouldn’t last long against the vibrations building deep inside, igniting every nerve in her core.

Other deeper moans and sighs of gratification mingled with hers. She didn’t have to look to know the twins were engaged in a little mutual masturbation. The idea that they were hitting their peaks watching her get off sent her mercury soaring. She’d never felt so desired, so female, and so powerful in her sexuality.

With a groan of surrender, she grasped his fingers with her taut inner muscles, beginning a climax so powerful she feared she might pass out. An eruption of pleasure turned her muscles into taut electrified cords, tightening with tension. Climax grabbed her clit and held on, every inch of her body clenching as hot fire traveled up her spine. In short order she was gasping for breath in the same rhythm as a stormy night’s wind. Crying out, she began to shake, fingernails raking his shoulders. Savoring the exhilaration, she groaned, the last coherent sound she was capable of making.

Iollan held her, letting her tremble until every last ounce of strength had been wrung from her body. Still quivering with gratification, Callie drew a breath when his fingers slid from her sex. She wasn’t ready to be empty.

He grinned. “That should get you started.”

Callie struggled to find her sanity. “Not nearly enough,” she gasped. “I want more. A
lot
more.”

Iollan clucked his tongue. “I thought you would be insatiable.”

H
overing at the edges of the Jacuzzi, the twins swooped into motion. Producing a thick towel, Cadyn grinned and held it open for her. “Better get you dry first.”

Callie giggled as strong male hands claimed her, guiding her out of the water. “As if that’s possible.” Like a newly anointed goddess, she was rosy from the heat of the water and her delicious orgasm.

Cadyn knelt. Beginning at Callie’s feet, he worked the towel over one calf, then the other, up her legs, between her thighs, over the soft curve of her rear, her waist, breasts, and shoulders.

A soft sigh escaped Callie’s parted lips. A moment later every inch of her was dry. “Thank you.” The timbre of her voice had changed slightly, into a smoky female purr of contentment. Pride in her taut firm body held her posed a moment longer than necessary. She felt no embarrassment whatsoever that they’d watched her take her pleasure.

Cadyn gave a courtly nod. “Only the beginning, my lady.” He spread out a fresh towel. “Lie here and Toryn will give you a relaxing rubdown.”

She dropped to her knees and stretched out on her stomach. Toryn swooped in with a fragrant body oil. His deft hands went into fabulous motion, working her shoulders and neck with skill.

Callie sighed, pillowing her head on her hands. Iollan lifted himself out of the water, sitting a couple of feet from her head. He reached out, stroking damp hair off her forehead.

“Feel good?”

She smiled. “God, yes. This is heaven.”

He stroked over her cheek and jaw. “All for you and no other woman,” he murmured.

Her body quivered as Toryn’s hands slipped down her back, thumbs pressing against her spine inch by delicious inch. “You’d better stop it then.”

A caress across her lips. “Why?”

She rolled over onto her back, opening her arms. “I might not want to leave.”

Iollan studied the planes and contours of her curves, visually appreciating every inch. “Stay then.” He touched his mouth to hers, teasing, tasting, then searching.

Callie arched up into him, tangling her fingers in his thick hair to deepen their kiss. Just as her eyelids fluttered shut, another mouth came into play, claiming one distended nipple. A third mouth joined in, trailing a path to her navel, then lower. Strong hands parted her thighs. A tongue flicked at her clitoris.

She gasped, the realization only heightening her need to continue this delicious exploration. Three at once? Dangerous, but,
oh!
, tempting.

Iollan broke their kiss. Hovering over her, his gaze captured her. “Shall we continue?”

Callie didn’t hesitate. The primitiveness of their possession, three males on one female, only heightened her need. Body quivering and straining to experience every sensation, she would find stopping now to be unbearable.

She swallowed, eager to continue. “Yes.”

Hands claimed her, lifting and carrying her toward the waiting bed. “All prepared for you, my lady.”

A soft moan escaped her lips. The throb of blood through her veins sounded strongly in her ears, a muffled pulse seeming to entwine with those of the three men surrounding her. For a moment, she felt as though she were rising, expanding toward the ceiling above her head, passing through it to touch the far-flung moons. Her soul fluttered in an invisible breeze, a wraith of energy shimmering as lightly as a snowflake in chilly air.

Suddenly, her senses shifted and light and sound seemed to fuse, twisting and contorting into an indescribable blending of her pulse and the hot darkness of the heart of the universe. The men she was to embrace were powerful. Endless. Eternal. Wet with desire, hot with aching need, she nearly climaxed right then.

Her spirit slipped back into its shell, leaving her almost insensible, yet she held onto consciousness with what she was sure must be the last wisps of her strength. Though it seemed hours had passed, in reality only a few minutes had ticked by since her descent to the mattress beneath her back.

She lay as if blasted by an intense jolt of energy. She wasn’t sure what had happened in that brief moment. It felt as though she’d lost all control of her mind and body.

Toryn and Cadyn stretched out on either side of her. Guiding her body into position, they stretched her arms up over her head. A series of leather straps circled the bed’s posts. The men expertly bound her, drawing the tethers tight around her wrists and ankles. Spread-eagled across the mattress, she was a prisoner now, unable to escape what was about to happen to her.

Callie tried to speak, but her command of the language seemed to have deserted her. Her mouth worked soundlessly until a few words tumbled over her lips. “What’s going on?”

Toryn stroked damp shreds of hair away from her forehead. “The ties will keep you from hurting yourself when we feed.”

Confusion filled her. “I—I don’t understand. Feed?”

Cadyn looked to Iollan, who had taken a position at the foot of the bed. “Did you not tell her yet?”

Iollan guiltily shook his head. “Not yet,” he admitted. “I’m not ready for her to know.”

Both brothers nodded as if his words were perfectly logical.

“When?” Toryn asked.

“Tonight. Tonight she will see the truth. She will know what we are.”

Again, the twins nodded.

“She needs to know,” Cadyn said. “Before more of us die.”

Iollan sighed. “She will. I believe she can help us.”

“No one has ever helped us,” Cadyn cut in. He glanced at her with new suspicion. “What if she’s like the rest of them?”

Iollan cut him off. “She’s not. She’s different. I know it.”

Callie followed their words in bits and pieces. She lay newly tensed, tied between three men and totally unable to help herself. Having heard enough, she tugged against the leather cuffing her wrists. “Hey, guys, I’m still here. Talk to me.”

Toryn hushed her with a single finger across her lips. “Tomorrow you will know the truth of us.”

Cadyn stroked his palm across her flat belly. “For tonight, enjoy the pleasure.”

Callie’s skin rippled in anticipation, the way a cat’s does when awakened from its sleep. A weak smile crossed her lips. Her gaze rolled up, toward her bound wrists. “Guess I don’t have any choice, do I?”

Iollan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between her spread legs. His palms traced the insides of her thighs with a light caress. “We won’t hurt you, Calista,” he reassured her in a husky voice. “Will you trust us?”

Callie couldn’t look away from his deep, persuasive eyes. She experienced a sense of urgency, of compulsion throughout her body, the ache needing fulfillment at any cost. She shivered. She wanted the three men to lick, suck, and taste every inch of her.

She shuttered her eyes against the blaze erupting between her spread legs. “What do you want from me?”

He echoed her earlier answer. “Everything.”

Body rigid with the tension that crackled through her, she forced herself to swallow the lump forming in her throat. “I’ll try.”

Iollan tipped his head to one side. His gaze met hers and his mouth lifted into a gentle smile. “Good.”

Experienced male hands began to caress her arms, shoulders, and breasts. Heart beating, chest rising and falling with each breath, she smelled the clean smell of their skin, which tickled her nostrils.

Callie closed her eyes, determined to welcome every sensation. “Oh, my,” she gasped through trembling lips when Toryn brushed the soft hollow of her throat with his lips.

Still dizzied by the lingering effects of the mead, her world started to spin in slow motion. She was barely conscious of Cadyn’s mouth covering one nipple.

At the same time, Iollan slowly traced the folds of her labia, finger sinking into her softness to find her clit. Each time he flicked the small hooded organ, her insides tightened and a flash of pure heat surged. A flood of creamy juices prepared her all over again for the entry of his cock.

Whimpering, she squirmed in delighted agony. Her skin felt luminous, glowing and vibrant. With each beat of her heart, the blood pulsed through her veins and her passion grew heated, verging on the point of desperation. It was one thing to be caressed by one man, quite another to be touched by three men at the same time. The instinct of a female seeking—no, needing—a male was never stronger in her than it was now. She luxuriated in their touch, in the rigid flesh pressed so intimately against her bare skin. The heated length of two shafts lay along her hips, searing her with the carnal nudges of molten steel.

A low, primordial groan rose up from her throat, creeping past her moist, parted lips. Carnal words spilled shamelessly from her mouth. A fervent need was beginning to flay her senses, plunging her into a spiraling abyss, then lifting her high on a sensual current from which she was sure she would never come down.

Back arching, Callie twisted her wrists against the cruel restraints holding her down. Her tender wrists rubbed against leather bindings bringing a strangely sensual pain that only added to her exquisite torment. Mouth cotton-dry from her rasping breath, she ran her tongue over papery lips. If only one of the men would enter her now, thrust his cock deep inside her waiting depth.

She growled fiercely. “Please.” Her voice was an arid rasp. “I can’t take much more.” Thighs quivering with tension, she arched her hips toward the finger teasing her wet, swollen nubbin. The need to climax, to slake the desire burning in her soul, was unbearable, threatening to entirely consume her.

Toryn claimed her mouth. Their kiss was a whisper, a fervid dance of exploring tongues. He tasted sweet and yeasty, like the rich dark mead he’d consumed. She pressed her mouth against his, her tongue eagerly entering into the duel. The sensations were so intense, surging upward at an incredible rate of speed. She let out a loud moan. The thunder of her heartbeat was so strong she almost felt as if she would pass out from sheer pleasure.

Toryn’s fingers found and teased a nipple. The nub immediately hardened under his touch. He nibbled her lower lip. Her pulse kicked into high gear, sending erotic signals to every part of her body. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmured. “My brother swears you are the sweetest he’s had.”

A thrill shimmied up her spine. Callie couldn’t wait either. The yearning inside rushed over her with unbearable eagerness. She swallowed, growing hotter by the second. “I want all of you inside me.” The tightening of muscles, the tensing of nerves were wonderful sensations.

Cadyn kissed the pink tip of her free breast. “And we shall be,” he breathed, between teasing nips at her sensitive skin.

Moving her hips, Callie moaned when Iollan slipped his fingers inside her, stroking her with an easy slow motion. Increasing the friction, his head dipped and his mouth joined the fray. Kissing the insides of her thighs, his mouth claimed her.

Losing control, Callie shuddered and started to buck against her restraints. Her wild cries of pleasure bounced off the walls.

Moving to the head of the bed, Toryn guided his swollen erection toward her mouth. “Do you want this, Calista?” he asked, holding his cock just inches from her lips.

“God, yes.” Callie opened wide and took him deep, sucking and licking, letting him set the tempo.

Iollan guided his swollen erection to her creamy sex. He began to tease her with the tip. His cock was long and thick, the plum-ripe crown engorged. He parted her slick labia with his fingers, then slipped inside her waiting sex.

Callie let out a deep whimper as he pressed past her gently yielding inner muscles. He started to pump, slowly at first, letting the tempo build. Driven by a passion both rhythmic and fierce, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her with full force.

Callie rocked with the motion, grinding herself against him. Iollan’s fingers dug into her hips with a bruising force as he thrust up inside her, seating his thick shaft deeper inside.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned around Toryn’s erection. “Give me the last inch.” Creamy inner muscles tightened around Iollan’s throbbing erection, pulling him in and holding him. The blazing coil of her approaching orgasm tightened her toes.

Toryn snatched his cock away from her clenching teeth, wrapping his hand tightly around his shaft and dragging it down to the base. His body tensed as his semen erupted from the tip, spurting over her naked breasts.

Cadyn rubbed it into her skin, scenting her with Toryn’s seed. Bending over, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Tastes excellent,” he assured her.

Callie responded with shivers and jerks. When Cadyn bit down on the tender tip she felt herself losing control and slipping over the edge. A low moan started in her throat. By the time it reached her lips it was a full cry of pure pleasure.

Iollan stretched out over her, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Corded from the effort, the veins stood out on his arms. On top of her, he had total control. He slowed his thrusts, giving her long slow strokes. His gaze burned with an arousing intensity that set her heart afire. “I need you, Calista.” Eyes snapping with electricity, the depths around his irises whirling with a strange glimmering starburst pattern, he focused on her face. He was clearly enjoying watching her take her pleasure. Their lips met briefly, tasting each other.