Eria's Ménage (4 page)

Still unable to move, she lay with her legs spread as he lapped at her and sucked and made harsh noises in the back of his throat. She couldn’t help but answer with her own noises. Animal cries. A female in heat. He’d made her into a beast in his own image. Truly his mate.

“Please.” Damn, he’d won, and she could only beg for release. “Please more.

Please. I need…”

He rose and moved upward, planting his fists on either side of her. The tip of his cock slid between her folds, and with one lunge, he entered her, impaling her on the rock-hard flesh. All the breath rushed out of her lungs. His body had possessed hers, and even as wet as she’d become, he stretched her almost savagely. A man this large would have hurt if she hadn’t needed him so badly. He didn’t wait for her to adjust either, but immediately moved inside her. In and out, and so deep, she felt him in her core.

She wouldn’t have stopped him if she could. No one had ever fucked her like this. She wouldn’t have believed it possible. And yet, he continued. His face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as he rocked forward and back. The bed protested, and the headboard crashed against the wall with the violence of his thrusts.

An animal showed his mate more gentleness, and yet Brath’s ferocity didn’t frighten her. It freed her to answer with her own lustful nature. She didn’t need to please him. She could take and take and take.

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 26 -

And, oh, how he gave. His cock plundered her with every surge, and his pelvis rubbed her clit as their bodies slammed together. He sent her soaring to the limit of existence. Any more and she’d pass out from pure pleasure.

Her body made itself ready to explode around him. The pressure welled up in her belly, sending tongues of fire through her. Inevitable. She was going to come. Now.

Now!

Her body took control -- her throat opening to scream as powerful spasms coursed through her pussy. Gasping, screaming again, she let him take her into a new reality. Sin. Lust. Perfection. It seemed to last forever, while he kept moving, now even harder and faster. A rumble started in his chest and built until it burst from his lungs in a roar. He thrust once more, and spilled his seed inside her in powerful waves, so hot they warmed the entrance to her womb.

After several long seconds, he collapsed on top of her, making it hard to breathe.

His dead weight pressed his roughness against her everywhere, while her pussy still contracted in soft echoes of her orgasm. Damn, she’d never had anything like that, not even in her most erotic dreams. But the feel of him made it all real. If only she could lift a hand and stroke his face in thanks.

“Your Excellency?” a voice called from the other side of the threshold.

Shit, Kapt. The door wasn’t even fully shut. “Go away,” she said.

“We heard you scream,” he answered. “Excellency, may I come in?”

“I’ll have your head if you try.”

Brath groaned in her ear. His body came to life, and he lifted his weight from her but didn’t remove his cock from inside her. It might be getting soft, but it still had enough bulk to stay right where it was.

“Are you quite all right, Excellency?” Kapt said.

“Fine.” If he’d wanted to be of service, he might have shown up when the great oaf had let himself in to tie her to her own bed. If he had, though, she would have missed the greatest sex of her life. Damn, would her brain ever form another rational thought?

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 27 -

“Go away, Kapt,” she said.

Kapt didn’t though. The shuffling of his feet still sounded on the other side of the open door.

“Now!” she shouted.

“Yes, Excellency.” Finally, footsteps moved away, and the door to her hallway opened and closed. He was gone, and she still lay tethered to her bed with a man on top of her and his member still inside her.

“Amazing,” the man in question said. “You really know how to suck a cock, Excellency.”

She stared up at him. “What did you say?”

“I almost came in your mouth, and that would have disappointed us both.”

“Brath?”

“Tad.” He lifted his hand and ran his finger over her cheek. “Surprised?”

“But, you’re exactly like him.”

“You knew that.”

“The way you look, yes.”

He laughed. “You thought me tame, didn’t you? You thought I didn’t have my own beast inside me.”

She had thought all that. She’d judged Tad safe and, well, boring because he’d seemed so civilized. She ought to have known better.

“Don’t underestimate me,” Tad said. “I can be even more deadly than Brath.”

“I believe you, but tell me…” She bit her lip and looked up into the blue fire in his eyes. “Can he be gentle?”

He sighed. “Still more interested in my twin, are you?”

“Would you be unhappy if I am?”

He shrugged and sat up, and finally his sex slid from hers. “I think I’d better release you.”

“Tad?”

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 28 -

He made a show of searching among his things by the side of the bed and didn’t meet her gaze. When he found the metal band he’d worn around his arm, he hit a hidden switch and the bands of light disappeared from her ankles and wrists.

She rubbed one arm and sat up beside him. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, Brath can be gentle. His kind deals softly with their mates and children, or so I hear. He was performing at dinner.”

“That isn’t the question I meant.”

“You ask too many questions for me to keep up with them all.”

“Would it bother you if I preferred Brath?”

He turned and studied her. Both men had a way of staring straight into her.

Sizing her up. In Brath, the expression made her think of an animal sense. In Tad, it seemed more calculating. Both caused a fluttering around her heart.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said finally.

“It doesn’t? You don’t care what I think?” That shouldn’t have hurt. She’d only met them a few hours ago. What they thought shouldn’t matter. Damn, but it did.

“It doesn’t matter, Excellency.” He leaned toward her, took her chin, and brought her mouth for a brief kiss. Too brief. “Because you’ll never know for sure which one of us is touching you.”

* * *

He let himself in again in the morning. Or, one of them did. The light of two suns spilled through the filmy curtains as she watched him moving silently to close the door behind him.

Tad or Brath -- whichever -- wore a robe that looked soft and warm. Some kind of bushy cloth in a deep blue. The color echoed the hue of his eyes. When he took a step, the sides of the garment opened enough to show the flesh of a leg. The man was naked underneath just as she was under the fresh gown she’d put on after he’d left the night before.

If he was Tad. Brath hadn’t visited her the night before. Damn, she really
couldn’t
tell them apart.

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 29 -

She sat up and scooted backward in the bed. “Which one are you?”

He didn’t answer, but reached into a pocket of his robe and produced a small jar and held it out to her.

“Just because you won’t talk doesn’t mean you’re not Tad. I won’t be fooled like that again.” But, could she feel sure of that? For all she knew, Brath could string together language every bit as flowery as Tad’s. Because he didn’t usually do it didn’t mean he couldn’t.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “All right, I’m supposed to think you’re Brath. Are you?”

He made a sound in his throat. Yesterday, she would have called it a growl or grunt. In reality, it was subtler than that. He’d answered yes, and he’d done it in a way that confirmed he told the truth. Something in the inflection -- in the slight downward pitch at the end. She had underestimated them both. What a puzzle they made.

Yes, the riddle.
What burns and freezes, kills and gives life, is common and yet unique?

The two of them burned her with their touch and froze her with the icy stare of their eyes. They had only to look at her to make her shiver in anticipation. The rest of it made no sense.

Maybe if she refused to solve the enigma, she could keep them with her. Surely, the deities wouldn’t send her such bliss as this and then expect her to live without it. No one should have to suffer that.

“All right, you’ve convinced me,” she said. “Are you here to have your turn in my pussy?”

He frowned. Disapproval? From him? After his performance with the dancer?

“Well, then, what are you here for?” she said.

He held out the jar again. Maybe the women on his planet would understand what it meant.

“That won’t hurt me, will it?”

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 30 -

This time, he gave her a look fit for a foolish child. He set the jar on the table by the bed and sat next to her. When he reached out a huge hand toward her wrist, she pulled it back. “Oh, no. I had enough of that last night.”

He didn’t move, but sat there with his hand extended, the way you did to coax a shy animal to you. His expression remained calm, as if he had all the time and patience in the world. And to think, she’d imagined this man a brute.

Slowly, she stretched her hand toward him, but he didn’t make a move. He let her come to him in her own time. The whole interaction was ridiculous, really. She didn’t fear him. No one frightened her. She could have him whipped or worse at the snap of her fingers. So why did she hesitate?

After a moment, he took her hand. Pulling gently, he brought her arm closer and studied the redness at her wrist. The light hadn’t hurt her on its own, but she had pulled hard against it. Both wrists and ankles had similar marks, and her pussy felt sore from the ravages of Tad’s cock.

He held her hand close to his face as he looked at the discolored skin. His expression was grave. Concern, but not surprise or anger. As if a woman always came away bruised from sex and required a man to help ease the residual pain.

What kind of creatures were these men?

He pressed his lips to the place where her pulse beat below her skin. He closed his eyes in what looked like reverence. His mouth felt soft against her skin -- very different from the strength of his fingers. Her heart sped up, and she couldn’t stop staring at his face, at the strong jaw and high cheekbones, even the dark lashes that rested against his cheeks.

She couldn’t help herself but reached up with her other hand and drew her fingers over his brow and then down along the side of his face. His eyes shot open, and he pulled back, but he didn’t release her wrist.

After a moment, he relaxed, lowering his shoulders, then leaned toward her, bringing his face to hers. So close her own reflection stared back at her from his eyes.

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 31 -

Hell, he was going to kiss her. Over the last day, she’d watched this man fuck another woman, and later she’d taken a pounding from the other man’s cock, but the idea of his mouth on hers made her tremble.

He smiled. He’d caught her tremor, and he knew what effect he had on her.

And, oh, what an effect. A sigh worked its way between her lips just before his mouth touched hers.

Despite the gentleness, the kiss held no innocence. It was about testing and gaining knowledge. His lips traveled over hers from one corner to the other and then lingered on the lower one. He seemed to memorize every curve and angle while she could only try to keep up and make her own explorations. She’d thought him clever before, and the caress proved it. By the time he’d finished sampling her and raised his head, she had to struggle to get air into her lungs. Her breasts tingled, even though he hadn’t touched them.

His eyes had a lazy, seductive look to them, slightly out of focus with arousal. He gave her an insolent smile that spoke without words.

I can make you want me
.

No surprise there. She’d wanted him the moment she’d seen him enter the council chamber. She could make him want her too, and that would wipe the self-satisfaction from his face.

She took his face between her hands and raised herself to him. If he could kiss her, she could return the favor. Then, they’d see who controlled whom.

She parted her lips and kissed him that way, sucking his lower one into her mouth. She nibbled on it and then soothed it with her tongue. His breath came hard, and his tongue touched hers. The contact sent a current through her. Her pussy contracted, and the soreness became a pleasant ache, instead. Was he preparing her to accept him inside her now? A moment ago, she’d have begged for rest first, but now…

She continued kissing him, still holding his head while she probed deeper into his mouth with her tongue. That won her a reaction as he moaned and shivered. Yes.

She could reach him, make him hot and eager. The power went in both directions.

Alice Gaines

Eria’s Ménage

- 32 -

Pushing against his chest, she guided him back against the bed and ran her hand along his body. The fabric of the robe was plush, and her fingers burrowed through it.

After a bit, she found the gap and parted it so she could reach inside and curl her fingers around his cock.

Identical to the one she’d stretched to accommodate the night before, his cock was far too big to take its measure with one hand. When she circled the base, her fingers scarcely met around the thickness. She stroked upward, over the solid flesh to the ridge around the head. When she palmed the tip and squeezed, he let out a low growl -- an order to stop -- and if she’d missed the meaning, he placed his own large hand over hers to hold it still. He pushed her fingers away and lay there, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a race. Finally, he pulled her palm to his lips and kissed it, then shook his head.

He wouldn’t make love with her now. He’d made that clear. So why had he come?

He sat up and arranged his robe around him, deliberately, to make the message clear. She was not to touch his organ again. Very well. She lay back and watched to see what he’d do.