Eria's Ménage (6 page)

Now, he took, rather than gave. His lips moved over hers with an urgency that stole the breath out of her lungs.

A low moan floated through the room. Her own voice. She’d finally have the man who’d fired her imagination all the way across a crowd of suitors.

He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat and leaned back to study her face. A softness entered his eyes, pulling her into their blue depths. The expression didn’t fit with a warrior like Brath, but by now, he’d shown himself to be a man of contradictions.

Tad sighed, so quietly she almost missed it. She glanced toward him. He’d lowered his gaze. As though he’d seen something he wished he hadn’t.

Talk about contradictions. The man made no sense at all. He’d wanted to watch, and now he acted as if he couldn’t bear to.

“Tad?” she said.

“Don’t mind me,” he said. “Get on with it.”

A callused finger touched her cheek. Brath turned her back to him. A smile curled his lips. He’d waited, and now, he’d have his reward.

She rose and walked around the desk to him. He stood back to give her room then put his arms around her and pulled her hard against him.

She’d felt him beside her as he held her while she came. She’d felt his twin’s body on hers as he thrust in and out of her. But, she’d never stood this close to one of them before, never felt dwarfed by their size. She stood taller than most women, and her ample body gave her even more stature. Next to Brath, she was small, even delicate.

Her breasts pressed against his armor, the metal warm from his body.

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He bent and took her mouth again, and this time his tongue slipped between her lips to search for hers. She clung to him as the room spun around her. His hand moved over her back, fitting his hardness to her curves. So different, and yet they fit as if they belonged together.

He shifted and placed a palm over her breast. While his fingers squeezed, his thumb played with the nipple through the cloth of her bodice. What a set of sensations.

Currents of heat went through her from where his fingers touched her all the way to her sex. She rested her head against his shoulder so she could savor the feel of his fingers.

He went lower, skimming his hand over her abdomen to her belly and below.

Her nether lips seemed to swell, waiting for his touch. Her knees went weak, and she leaned back against the desk, parting her legs to encourage him. As his hand got closer and closer, he bent and covered her other breast with his mouth, sucking the peak deep, fabric and all.

She held his head for balance and closed her eyes, tipping her own head back.

Her muscles softened with pleasure, and her bones went pliant. Such sensation, such anticipation.

When he finally reached her pussy and stroked it, she whimpered. Her body existed for this. To let him build the fire inside her and let it consume her. He rubbed faster, and her clit responded, getting harder and hypersensitive.

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”

He bunched the skirt of her dress in his fists and pushed it up around her hips.

When his fingers found the cloth of her underthings, he growled. Frustration. He’d expected her to be naked beneath her dress. At their next encounter, she would be.

A thick finger went under the crotch of the panties and tugged. Before she could stand to let him push them down her legs, he ripped the fabric with a flick of his wrist.

Such strength.

She had no time to wonder at his power, though. As soon as he had her pussy naked, he slipped that finger inside her and pumped. She almost came off the desk with
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pleasure as it moved in and out. Her juices ran over her thighs, and she shifted, straining for contact against her hot spot.

A perceptive lover, he pulled his finger from her pussy and smoothed her own wetness over her clit. Her universe constricted to that one spot. He used an expert touch, just rough enough to draw out her response, to make her want more, and then he plunged inside her again. He kept alternating -- first her depths and then the nub at the apex -- until her body picked up the rhythm, her heart thundering at the same tempo.

So much, and yet, not nearly enough. Her body craved his tool. No matter how clever, his finger couldn’t fill her the way his cock would. As large as he was, he’d made her ready for him. She only needed to let him know she was ready, and he’d fuck her.

She’d watched Tad remove the armor and codpiece the night before. Breathing hard, she found the strength of will to push his hand away.

His brow furrowed, but when she reached between his legs to the ties that held his codpiece in place, he smiled with understanding. A haze of arousal lowered over his eyes as she undid the fastenings. Her knuckles brushed against his sac, and he let out a low note of pleasure.

She finally freed the codpiece and could push it aside. As massive as it was, it could hardly contain his erect cock. She reached inside the opening of his leggings and pulled the rigid flesh out. Every bit as large and hard as the one that had pummeled her the night before, it stood straight out from his body now that she’d freed it.

She had to use both hands to measure its length from the base all the way to the tip. He moaned as she petted him, and the sound reverberated in her ears, vibrating all the way down to where she throbbed for him. She squeezed and stroked him, and he seemed to grow even harder. So rigid the skin hardly moved over the firmness beneath.

He closed his hands over hers and growled, a clear order for her to stop. A signal that she’d taken him to the edge of his control. She couldn’t help but smile.

He stepped back, reached to his shoulders, and fumbled with the straps that held his armor there. When he had them opened, he pulled the whole thing over his head and let it drop beside him.

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In a corner of the room, Tad looked on, his expression unreadable. In her lust, his presence had dimmed to a mere detail. His own erection had pushed his clothing away from his body, but his face showed no enjoyment of it. With his jaw in a grim line, he reached under the fabric and showed her his swollen rod, gripping it at the base as if he’d like to strangle it.

A snort from Brath brought her back to him. He’d stripped completely while she’d studied Tad, and now, for the first time, she could take in every glorious inch of him.

A gleam of pride shone from his eyes as he stood for her inspection. His strong jaw gave way to a long neck and broad shoulders. Dark nipples graced a chest without a hint of hair. So sleek, the expanse of skin would make a solid bed for a woman sated by his loving. She’d try it herself, and soon.

Well-defined abdominal muscles led to his stomach and tapering hips. Below that, powerful thighs and graceful calves continued to his feet. Even they were sexy.

What a picture of male perfection, especially the huge tool that jutted from his groin.

Smiling, he walked to her and lifted her dress over her shoulders. Her nipples peaked under the silk of her camisole, and he palmed them before removing that garment too. Now, she wore nothing but the scraps of her panties. He grabbed the waistband in his fists and tore it until the pieces came apart in his hands. He tossed them onto the pile with her other clothes, and she stood there, as nude as he was.

He let his gaze roam over her and crooned his approval. His hand came up and stroked the side of her breast. Gently, as if he touched something precious. The tenderness made her heart clench in her chest. He could worship her, could he? She could do the same for him.

She dropped to her knees, grasped the base of his cock in her fist, and brought the head to her lips. She’d sucked on Tad the night before, and she’d do the same for his twin now. He groaned and dug his fingers into her hair as his hips moved to force more of him inside her. She clutched at the shaft, both to stroke it and to keep from taking too
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much of him. He didn’t press her for more, but continued moving slowly. In and out while his hand rested on her head.

Like his twin, he tasted of clean flesh. A warrior, yes, but not a beast. Like his twin, he moved carefully -- taking his own enjoyment but mindful of her. And, like his twin, he trembled as a moan escaped him. After a few moments, he pushed her away from him. When she looked up, she found his eyes tightly closed, his head tipped back.

His chest rose and fell. Fully aroused, he would have climaxed soon, and he held himself back with some effort.

She got to her feet and reached up to touch his face. His eyes opened, and he stared at her. He searched her face, an expression of wonder on his features. They’d connected in a way she couldn’t have imagined the first time she’d seen him. Smiling, he took her hand and pressed a kiss against her palm. Then, he turned her around and bent her over until her hands rested on the top of her desk.

Ah, yes. He’d take her now. From behind, a position that would emphasize the feeling of his cock entering her. She turned liquid inside, and hot moisture coated her inner thighs. When he spread her legs and placed himself between them, she bent to give him better access to her pussy. Resting her head against the desktop, she glanced over to where Tad stood by the doorway. He still held his own cock, and now he stroked it. The flesh had turned livid, almost crimson. He was bringing himself to orgasm and might well come when she and Brath did. Not sharing as they would at their mating, but erotic in its own way. She could watch one cock send its stream of semen while another one did the same inside her.

The tip of Brath’s member pressed against her folds now, giving her a taste of the joy waiting for her. She wiggled against it and managed to take an inch into her aching pussy.

“More, please,” she whispered. “I need it. More.”

He gave her another inch and stopped. How could he? He’d made her so hot, and his counterpart continued showing her what she could have inside her this minute.

If only Brath would give it to her.

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“I’ll beg if I have to,” she said. “Please!”

He went deeper. Better than any lover -- except Tad -- ever had. But, she hadn’t taken all of him yet.

She slapped her hand against the desk in frustration. “Damn it. Why do you hold back? What do I have to do to have you all the way inside me?”

“Take us as your mates,” Tad said. “Promise right now.”

“Yes, of course,” she cried. “You knew I would. Fuck me, please!”

Brath curled his arms around her, lifted her rear until she left her feet, and thrust into her all the way. His huge cock impaled her, all the way to her core. Yes! Such bliss.

Her entire being came alive with sensation. Pleasure so intense, it wiped out all reality except the hard length inside her and the equally sinful display of male need across the room. She could watch Tad as pre-come fluid coated the head of his tool and imagine the same happening to Brath inside her pussy.

He moved hard and fast now, slapping against her ass with the force of his thrusts. Her inner muscles grasped him, tensing for their own explosion.

To have two such lovers. Each so well favored in size and each so expert in technique. How had she managed to be so fortunate?

Tad stroked himself faster and harder now, and his features twisted into the mask of a man pushed to the edge. He kept his eyes open -- barely -- as he watched Brath slamming into her, preparing for his own orgasm.

She’d neared the breaking point when Brath bent lower and parted the lips of her sex to stroke her clit. Fire raged through her.

“Oh, God!” she gasped. “I’m going to come. Now. Now. Oh, yessss!”

Brath kept stroking her while havoc broke free inside her. She erupted into spasms so intense they stole her reason. Across the room, Tad’s shouts joined hers as his essence shot from him. Brath grunted as he thrust a few more times, and then, he joined them with a growl of completion.

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The joy lasted only seconds but seemed to go on forever until, finally, she could only close her eyes and collapse against the desk. Brath lowered her to her feet and bent to gently bite the back of her neck. Marking her as his. She sighed her approval.

When she opened her eyes again, Tad was gone.

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Eria went looking for Tad. He’d resisted understanding long enough. He either impersonated Brath or stood and watched his twin fuck her without saying a word, hiding his thoughts and feelings. Who would have thought the man who didn’t speak would be easier to understand than the one so glib in his speech? She’d mate with the pair of them, and she’d know them both before she did.

Then, she’d have to send them away. She stopped walking as that thought registered. Maybe she’d become too attached to them already. Brath’s strength and gentleness would do that for any woman. But, Tad… Tad was a puzzle. A riddle.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and tapped her lip. Kapt claimed she did that whenever something upset her. She’d never imagined that any man could hold her attention for anything more than a tumble in bed. Two outworlders couldn’t have captured her heart, could they?

She had to send them away. All the rulers of her line had done that. Few male-dominated planets in the galaxy took a dynasty ruled by a woman seriously. Given a choice, they’d always deal with the male in charge. If she had to compete for authority with two men, she’d lose her power here before the birth of her heir.

Brath and Tad would have to go. As soon as she knew she carried a girl child. If the mating went the way they always did, she’d conceive a daughter.

Her stomach sank, but no amount of unhappiness could change the inevitable.

She had her duty, and she’d do it, no matter how it hurt.