Freedom's Fall (15 page)

Well fuck that.

Straightening up, she levered herself off the wall and
walked back to them. “Sorry.” She wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs. “Everything
was good, really good, and then I had a flashback of those photos.”

“Tansy…”

“No, Rye, let me finish.” She wiped her hands again, the
images of the photos crowding into her mind despite her best efforts to block
them out. Never one to cling to a strategy that wasn’t working, Tansy decided
to forget about trying to ignore the images and resolved to find a way to
overwrite them.

She looked into Rye’s face, strained with concern for her. “You
were right about the desperate, frightened woman in those photos. The woman
with fear in her eyes.” She closed the distance, taking Dev’s and Rye’s hands
in hers. “I don’t want to be that woman anymore. I don’t want that image to be
the one you see when you look at me.”

“Baby, we don’t. We never have.” Rye lifted her hand to his
lips. “When I look in your eyes, all I see is love.”

And just like that, the solution presented itself to Tansy,
if she had the courage and will to see it through. “You see love when you look
in my eyes?”

“Of course.”

“Then keep looking.”

Pulling her hands out of their grip, Tansy took a breath,
praying to a god she wasn’t really sure existed as she dropped to her knees.

The look on Rye’s face was pure horror. “Tansy, no, you don’t
need to—”

“Yes, I do.” Palms flat on his thighs, she inched closer. “Let
me. I want to, for all our sakes.”

Gripping the base of his shaft firmly in her hand, she
stroked him root to tip. “Look into my eyes, Rye. See how much I love you.”

His lavender eyes darkened with desire but the panic didn’t
fade as she opened her mouth and closed her lips around the head of his cock.
Keeping their gazes locked, she circled him with her tongue, rubbing on the
underside before swirling him in her mouth again. It didn’t take long before
the panic was replaced with a glaze of pleasure and his body started to relax.

Still fisting him, she pushed forward, taking as much of him
as she could into her mouth before she pulled back, sucking hard and deep. He
jammed his fingers into her hair, uncaring of her elegant updo or the fact that
his grip was yanking at her scalp.

She sucked harder and faster. Rye’s eyes rolled into the
back of his head and his grip grew rough. He thrust his hips, forcing himself farther
down her throat, and Tansy reveled in it, gloried in the fact that he was
treating her like his woman and not like some broken shell that needed to be
handled with kid gloves.

Cupping his balls with her free hand, she rolled them in her
fingers and squeezed his shaft even harder. Holding her mouth still and doing
nothing but providing suction, she let Rye fuck her mouth, harder and wilder
until he was on the brink of orgasm. Moving her hands to clutch his ass, she
tilted her head back and surrendered to him completely, giving him control over
everything. Her arousal was at fever pitch, but the sense of freedom in letting
go left her floating on a wave of contentment.

Her heart was full and happy, her body burned and her soul
gloried in the power she had even though she was on her knees.

Rye’s thrusts became erratic, his hand gripped her like a vise,
and with a strangled shout he came, pulsing into her mouth in hot, thick jets
that she swallowed as quickly as she could. His orgasm stretched out, and she
held him in her mouth, taking the sweet, clean essence of him deep inside her.

Gradually his body slowed, then stopped completely. He
relaxed but didn’t soften and she kept her mouth tight around him, unwilling to
relinquish him or this moment.

Rye cupped her face, stroking gently along her jaw. “You
were right, honey. This is a much better memory, and it’s an image of you that
I will take to my pyre.”

The stroke of his hand, the feel of him in her mouth and the
taste of him on her tongue all rolled together to form a kind of benediction
that only he and Dev could give her. Releasing him and easing back onto her
heels, she looked up to see her men standing shoulder to shoulder, a wall of
love and protection that was hers to command.

“Every time you touch me,” she said, “you erase one bad
thing that happened to me.”

Dev leaned down and scooped her up from the floor. “Then let’s
get to bed and erase some more bad memories.”

As he watched Tansy and Rye together, Dev vacillated between
desire and anxiety. Seeing Tansy on her knees, taking Rye into her mouth, was
beyond doubt the most erotic sight he’d ever witnessed. But he knew the content
of those holos as well as Tansy and he was terrified she was setting herself up
for another meltdown.

She seemed more determined than amorous at the beginning,
but as her natural generosity took over he could see she was receiving pleasure
as well as giving it. And when Rye slipped his leash and forgot to be gentle
with her, Tansy’s whole body softened and she responded to him like a siren.

That was when it occurred to Dev that she was taking her
cues from them just as much as they were taking them from her. When he and Rye
trod too gently, she became self-conscious, and Dev suspected she felt like
they didn’t trust her to hold it together.

Yes, she’d had a meltdown, but her response to that, her way
of healing, was to resaddle the dragon and try again. She just wanted to be
normal, to be treated as any male would treat his mate, and Dev respected the
fuck out of her for that. It seemed that he and Rye would have to find a way to
prepare for her meltdowns without her feeling like they were expecting them.

Piece of cake.

Tansy was still kneeling on the floor, not quite recovered,
when he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around
his shoulders, nuzzled into his neck, and it was all he could do not to crush
her to his chest. Fighting the possessive urge, he lowered her to the sheets,
but when she retained her grip he stayed where he was, crouched over her.

He nipped lightly at her lips. “Something you need, honey?”

“I was going to ask you the same question.”

Lost, he raised a questioning brow.

“What do you want, Dev?” she asked, her voice a husky
whisper. “What’s the one thing we can give you that will blow your mind?”

He grinned. “The way you just blew Rye’s mind?”

She gave him a shrug and an uncertain smile and he realized
she didn’t want his choice to be about her, not directly. She wanted to give
him and Rye something special, something meaningful on their first night
together as mates. She’d gotten on her knees for Rye and now she wanted Dev to
take something for himself too.

He suspected that if he made it about her she would be
disappointed in him—he could see that in her pretty eyes. There was only one
way he could think of to give her what she wanted while still taking care of
her pleasure.

Without breaking her hold on his neck, he maneuvered onto
the bed beside her and stretched out body to body. Rye positioned himself on
the other side a moment later and they crowded Tansy between them.

“What I would like,” Dev said, reaching out to stroke her
body breast to thigh, “is for us to celebrate the triangular nature of our
relationship.”

Tansy’s face lit up. “How?”

Dev’s stomach fluttered in a surge of anxiety but he didn’t
want to let his mate down. “I want the three of us to fuck together. I want to
be inside you while Rye is inside me.”

Her eyes went wide and the pulse in her neck leaped into
double time. “You mean you in my…um…and him in your…at the same time?”

Dev looked over at Rye, who at this point was the resident
expert. “That’s doable, right?”

Rye blinked a couple of times, then broke into a smile that
was part joy, part evil bastard, and Dev’s anxiety jumped up a notch.

“I’ll get the gel.” And with that Rye scrambled off the bed
so fast Dev opened his mouth to call him back. Tansy’s hand over his lips
stopped him.

“Too late now, my love—our mate’s on a mission.” Her laugh
was uncomplicated and happy, the sound making Dev feel like he was bathing in
sunshine.

Rye sprinted back to stand at the foot of the bed. “On your
back in the middle of the mattress, Tansy. Dev, get in between her legs.”

Dev didn’t move, but he couldn’t help smiling at Rye’s
enthusiasm. “Eager much?”

His denmate snorted. “Are you kidding? I’ve been thinking
about this since we first decided to make Tansy our own. I thought I’d have
weeks of convincing to do before you let me anywhere near your ass. I’m taking
advantage before you change your mind.” He gestured to the center of the bed. “Hurry
up.”

Tansy laughed again as she wriggled into the center of the
bed, and Dev knew he’d do whatever it took to keep that lightness inside her.

Crawling between her legs, he drew his knees up, put his ass
in the air and hoped his denmate was the accomplished man-whore his younger
self was reputed to be. Then he realized he was a breath away from Tansy’s
tight little nipples and he decided they’d make a good distraction.

At the first touch of his mouth she arched up, gripping him
tight by the hair and pulling him close. He sucked hard, taking in as much of
her as he could before easing off with little nips and licks. Working one
breast with his mouth and the other with his hand, he set about driving his
mate wild.

Then he felt Rye move between his legs and Dev’s
concentration faltered. The warm, confident stroke of a male hand across his
ass felt strange but good, and he tried to relax into Rye’s rough-skinned
touch. There was a momentary pause, and Dev flinched when Rye’s slicked finger
circled the most private place a male had.

Giving up the pretense of distraction, Dev dropped his head
to Tansy’s chest and did his best to relax. The circling went on and on. It was…nice…but
Dev needed more, so he pushed back a little, arching his spine and tilting his
ass higher. Another pause. This time when Rye came back he pressed his finger
against Dev’s ass. Press, release, press, release, until finally he pressed
hard enough to breach that first ring of muscle.

“Just breathe,” Rye said. “This gel has a muscle relaxant in
it and it will do most of the work for you.”

Easy for him to say—he wasn’t the one whose virgin ass was
about to be breached.

Dev fought the need to clench, panting against Tansy’s
breasts as he struggled to relax. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was
uncomfortable. Rye pushed in farther, then retreated a little, pushed again,
each time going deeper until Dev felt the press of knuckles against the cheeks
of his ass. Rye didn’t stop the movement, and with every stroke the discomfort
eased…to be replaced by a pleasant kind of tingle. Then the tingle grew into
something more, something dark and pleasurable. Dev picked up his rhythm, and
when Rye added a second finger, Dev groaned in pleasure at the burn.

Eventually Rye used a third finger to stretch him, and by
then Dev was pushing back hard, biting and sucking at Tansy’s breasts to
relieve some of the sexual tension. Rye kissed his way up Dev’s back, his fingers
fucking as hard as his lips were soft. When he got to Dev’s shoulders, he
kissed his way from one side to the other.

“Lean back, Dev. I want to watch your cock disappear inside
our woman.”

Rye’s fingers slipped from Dev’s ass, but his denmate still lay
almost shoulder to shoulder, his hot, hard body pressed against Dev’s back. He
straightened up, pressed Tansy’s legs high and wide and looked over his shoulder
at Rye. “Guide me in.”

Rye pressed closer, wrapped one hand around Dev’s waist, the
other around his cock, and lined him up. Slowly, so they could both see every
increment, Dev flexed his hips and forced his cock into the tight, silky heaven
that was Tansy’s core. When he was as deep inside her as he could go, Dev put
one arm under her ass to lift her up and then wedged himself onto his knees.

Rye put a hand on Dev’s shoulder to push him down, and
barely a breath later Dev felt the broad, round head of a cock at his back
entrance. He fucked into Tansy, slow, soft and shallow, allowing his movements
to ease him back onto Rye’s cock.

The gel did its work. Even though Dev’s ass burned and it
took a bit of getting used to, his dormant nerve endings woke with a vengeance.
The stretch of Rye in his ass and the tight squeeze of Tansy on his cock were like
opposite sides of the pleasure spectrum. It was raw, beautiful, and so far
beyond any pleasure he’d ever experienced that Dev wasn’t sure he could hold it
together. Rye seemed determined to go slowly, and it took everything Dev had to
hold back enough to match his pace.

Eventually Rye sped up, thank fuck, gripping Dev’s hips hard
and tight. Tansy writhed under them, touching and kissing any bit of skin she
could reach. He tried to hold it together, tried to let Rye set the rhythm, but
Dev was on pleasure overload. His body was slippery with sweat, his breaths
came in heaving rasps and every muscle he had was on fire with the need to
move. The tight grip of Tansy’s core became too much to resist and he began
thrashing, fucking into her deep and rough while Rye pounded his ass.

He was close—too close—and when he felt Tansy come for him,
her core squeezing and pulsing against his cock, Dev lost control. Pleasure
formed in a hot, tight knot and held him immobile for a moment, suspending him
in an agony of exquisite desire before exploding inside him. Bright sparks
seared his body, his balls drew tight and he drove himself to release inside
Tansy’s welcoming heat.

As he shuddered through the last of his orgasm, Rye pressed
against his back. Wrapping his arms tightly around Dev, Rye came in a shouted,
shuddering wave that rippled over every inch of Dev’s skin. His denmate spilled
inside him, the hot jets of come stroking the sensitized nerves in Dev’s ass.
He could feel every pulse, every jerk and quiver in an intimacy he’d never
thought to know.

It took a few moments before Rye slid out of him and
collapsed onto the bed. As loath as Dev was to leave Tansy’s body, he eased
himself out, rolling onto his side and pulling her close. Rye snuggled up tight
against her back and reached out to cup the nape of Dev’s neck.

“All right, my brother?”

Dev smiled, running his hand along the length of Rye’s arm. “Yes.
That was wonderful. And so much more than I ever expected.”

Rye leaned across Tansy and gave Dev a hot, possessive kiss,
his lips warm and demanding. “Next time you get to fuck my ass.”

Dev had thought he was done, but at those words a surge of
liquid desire shot through his body and went straight to his cock. “I’ll look
forward to it.”

Rye gave him a cheeky grin and looked down at their mate. “Don’t
feel left out, honey. We intend to fuck your ass too.”

Tansy looked so surprised and shocked that Dev burst out
laughing. It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that he and Rye would fuck her at
the same time. When the knowledge dawned, she didn’t seem all that enamored by
the idea.

“Too bad for you,” he said, laughing through the words. “If
I have to take it in the ass for the good of the triad, so do you.”

“Now wait just a minute—”

He cut her off with a kiss, and when he felt the curve of a
smile on her lips he thought his heart would blow right out of his chest. “I
love you,” he muttered against her lips. “I love you and Rye with everything I
have in me.” Which, as it turned out, was quite a lot.