Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“You’re not really looking to write a blog story, are you?” Andrew asked slowly.

“Oh, I am and I will,” Chrystal said quickly. “It’ll be even better when I can convince you to let me release your name. You know, the whole exclusive on the mysterious man who’s helped so many fledgling companies.” She waved a hand dismissively. “But we’ll get back to that later. Calista is more important and I’m afraid time might be running out for her.”

“Who is Calista, my sweet?” Michael asked.

“She’s my cousin. She’s a were-chameleon like me. Her parents got on this whole save-the-were-chameleon crusade. You know, we’re-not-as-dangerous-as-you-think-even-though-you-can’t-sense-when-we’re-around kind of stuff.” Chrystal frowned. “They were killed for their troubles. My father took Calista in after their deaths and, well, she’s more like a sister to me now than a cousin.”

“You think she’s in some sort of trouble.” Andrew’s tone made his words more statement than question, but Chrystal nodded anyway.

“I
know
she is. She’s been kidnapped. We don’t know who has her, but I’m starting to believe it’s a damn good bet it’s the same people who abducted this were-lion Nikolas is attempting to use to get to you.”

Michael hooked a finger beneath her chin and turned her to face toward him. A trace of alarm etched itself between his brows. “What has led you to believe this?”

“The last communication we got from her was choppy. It was a cell phone and apparently the signal was fading out of range. She told us she’d been kidnapped, that she was on a boat headed out to sea, and that she knew of at least two others who were on that boat with her.”

“Two others who had been kidnapped as well? Other shifters?” Michael asked.

“Yes.” Chrystal took a deep breath and let it out slow as Michael’s finger fell from her chin. “Calista has a rebellious soul. She’s always getting into some kind of trouble or another. She’s a writer like me, but there isn’t anything she won’t do for a story.”

“You mean like following a lycan to the Florida Keys under the guise of a story so you could, what?” Andrew angled his head, his gaze studying her face. “Exactly how did you want me to help you?”

“Simply put? I was after your money.” Chrystal lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were a lycan when I met you. I only knew I felt something from the moment our eyes locked. You know the financial position my family is in. That’s why you met with my father in the first place. We don’t have the means to execute a search for her. I made the suggestion to my father that you would probably be willing to help us. It took me some smooth talking, but he finally agreed with me.”

“Then why not pick up the phone? Why not tell me as soon as you landed in the Keys? Why stick at my side for several days, letting me believe you were only after a story while whoever these people are could be doing Gods know what to your cousin.”

“I had to know I could trust you. I couldn’t ask for your help without telling you everything, including what Calista is, what I and my father are. I needed a way to get close to you, to see if you had an open mind.” Chrystal shrugged again. “I thought you were human, remember? You could’ve easily laughed me straight to the nuthouse rather than agreeing to help us. Then, I met you and it awakened all these powers from the past, this connection between us I didn’t understand at the time. Hell, I didn’t know what was going on!” She paused, drew her bottom lip between her teeth, and stared at Andrew. “You’re angry with me, aren’t you?”

Andrew’s arms came around her, dragging her against him. She braced her weight on one arm, splaying her other hand on his upper thigh, and felt the head of his cock graze lightly along the side of her fingers. Her breasts flattened on the harder planes of his chest, the sensations of being skin-to-skin with him again zinging through every erogenous zone in her body.

He gazed at her with a softness in his eyes that made her breath catch in her throat. He touched her cheek, skimming his knuckles along her cheekbone before cupping her face in his large palm. “I could never be angry with you.” His fanned her lips as he whispered the words, then he was kissing her.

Chrystal shifted, winding her arm around his broad shoulders as she simultaneously pushed herself to her knees, gaining the leverage to deepen the kiss. Absently, she registered the shift of the bed at her side. Fingers dipped beneath her hair, pushed it aside, then lips were on her back, cascading wet trails along her shoulders and neck. The hands moved to her sides, curling around her just below her breasts and drawing her slowly back.

They eased backward in a molded heap, Michael on the bottom, his legs spread to accommodate her body and Andrew’s on top of her. Michael retained enough position to fold himself over her, to reach her neck, the upper curve of her shoulder, and her ear with fiery kisses that singed her flesh even as it cooled.

Andrew’s mouth left hers on a low, guttural moan to lick down her jaw, her throat, and her collarbone, even as he shifted to reposition himself. His weight was a welcomed pressure on top of her, his hips spreading her legs wide, his hard cock teasing her sodden entrance. She wanted to beg, even opened her mouth to get started. Watching him fuck Michael had been an out-of-the-galaxy experience, one she knew she would want to repeat very,
very
soon. The orgasm she had given herself while sharing in that moment with them had been unlike any other she had found with her own fingers. Still, she needed to be a part of it, of them. She burned to have them inside her. Being sandwiched between them, feeling their hands on her made everything feel exactly right.

“Michael?” She made his name a question, rolling her head on Michael’s shoulder to look up at him.

He knew precisely the question she left unasked. He proved it in the emotions that filled his eyes and the sincerity in his voice when he spoke. “We all do what we must for our own protection, my sweet. To be angry with you, we must first put the blame on ourselves, for we were not as forthcoming with you until tonight as we should have been.”

Satisfied, Chrystal smiled warmly at him before turning her attention back to Andrew. She had no sooner locked her gaze with his than he was pushing his cock inside her flaming channel. “Oh, yeah.” The words left her on a sighed breath of ecstatic pleasure and she pushed all thoughts of the outside world aside in favor of falling victim to the wondrous splendor of him.

Andrew took her slower than before, easing each rock-hard inch into her soaking channel, and finessing his way inside. His cock was long and wide, stretching her, filling her with such glorious completion, all she could do was let her head fall back on Michael’s chest and sigh.

“Yesss.” She hissed the word like a snake, drawing out the
s
as Andrew drew out that first pleasure of initial penetration for what felt like amazing, body-droning hours. She wished it could last for hours, but if this time proved like the last, she didn’t expect his control to hold for long.

Andrew buried his face in the side of her neck. “Gods, you feel good.” He’d stopped, his cock sheathed inside her channel until the bases of their bodies met. His breathing was labored and his heart beat in a wild cacophony against her breasts. “Hang on, Chrystal. Hold on, baby.”

Hang on? Not a chance. Hold on?
She would absolutely hold on. She reached down his back to his buttocks, gripped them, and squeezed. His ass was as firm as the rest of him. She lifted her hips the smallest fraction she was able with him pinning her to the bed and Michael’s body. That small movement was enough to drive his dick another full inch inside her throbbing core.

Andrew’s head came up even as the beast inside him let out a roar that rumbled from his throat. The sound sent shivers of alarm racing with a dark erotic need straight to her soul. “Michael.”

Chrystal couldn’t tell if he’d said the other man’s name in a warning, a question, or some kind of order. She felt Michael shake beneath her and delighted in the sound of his soft laughter.

“I have her, lover.” Michael’s amusement rang in his words and his hands glided over her body to the juncture where her thighs and hips connected to hold her down. “Our wolf sometimes enjoys a little bondage play, my sweet,” he whispered against the side of her neck.

“You’ve been inside her,” Andrew ground through his teeth. “And I already know from the conversation in the parlor you had just as much trouble holding onto your control as I’m having now.”

“I did,” Michael admitted. “As I have always had when I have joined with either of you.”

Chrystal let the men talk, using the moment to explore her options. Michael might have been holding her still, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t move. She stared at Andrew and flexed the muscles of her channel around his shaft. His eyes glazed over and his body shook with the sound he made. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Then, she forgot all about laughing when he eased his hips back, drawing his cock out several inches before thrusting inside her pussy once more.

“Ah, Gods.” The words sounded wrenched from her as his cock slid home and stopped yet again. Her fingers dug into his ass and she lifted her hips, testing Michael’s hold. It was solid and unyielding.

“Do that again and I’ll go off like a rocket,” Andrew warned her, his tone husky and tortured. “I’m not ready to do that yet.”

“Sorry.” She knew she sounded anything but. “You’re inside me, you and Michael were talking about me, but not to me. I was feeling a bit neglected here.”

“Then I should be the one to apologize.” He pulled back again, far enough this time that only the head of his cock remained inside her before he inched back in. “Are you still feeling neglected?”

His words were as labored as her breath and she barely heard them through the riot of invigorating charges shooting through her system. Slow. Tender.
Damn it!
He was actually doing it. He was managing to hold onto his control, easing in and out of her pussy at a pace slow enough to have her hormones stumbling and tripping over his cock. She wanted faster, needed that out-of-control Andrew who would fuck her to oblivion.

“No, I believe…I’ve got your…attention…nowww.” The last word turned to something oddly resembling a growl as he rocked her, gyrated inside her, and rubbed the base of his body against her swollen clit. His coarse pubic hairs abraded the tender flesh of her bare pussy in a delicious chafe that had her body reaching for the climax he was masterfully keeping just out of her reach.

“Andrew.” She caressed his butt cheek with one hand, then dug her fingers in hard for a quick squeeze.

“Hmmm, zh.” He sucked air through his teeth.

“Don’t make me call on my powers,” she began, then took a moment to simply moan because, oh, Gods, even with his slow, measured pace, it felt way too good, “to get you to move faster.”

Her warning had the opposite effect of what she intended. He stopped, this time only half inside her, and looked down at her with a wide, mischievous grin that teased her as much as his cock. She felt Michael shift behind her, then saw him peering over her shoulder, one sexy brow raised.

“What exactly are your powers, my sweet?”

“And will they hurt?” Andrew chimed in, apparently finding it difficult to speak and keep with his torturous rhythm at the same time.

“I have a few different ones and, no, the one I intend to use now wouldn’t hurt a bit. A little… Ooo, oh, right there.” She lost her train of thought as Andrew’s cock angled in her channel, brushing her womb and sending sweet pressured darts ricocheting up her insides. “Do that again.”

“You were saying?” He repeated the move, then pushed a little harder. To her intense dismay, he still managed to keep his tempo slow and steady.

“A little mind-nudge of persuasion was all I intended to give,” she finally finished as the ability to think started diminishing. Damn it, how long could he go on at this pace? Part of her hoped forever even as the rest of her prayed he wouldn’t hold out another second.

Michael’s hold on her remained firm, yet his fingers lightly caressed her flesh in small, pressured circles that only added to the torment Andrew was dishing out. “If you possess the ability of mind persuasion, why did you not use it on either of us from the start?”

“I can persuade a mind, not shatter shields. I couldn’t get through either of your shields, even with the natural connection and energies love has created between us.”

“You obviously haven’t tried too many times or you would’ve found out that last part isn’t right,” Andrew grunted. Did nothing make the man lose his rhythm?

“I must agree with our wolf. I, too, had trouble keeping my shields in place when I was inside your hot body, my sweet. I managed, but I do believe you at least would have gotten through if you had tried then.”

“I was too busy to try then.”

Andrew’s lips quirked, a break in the intense concentration etching his expression that lasted only seconds. “My shields are down now, sweetheart.”

“Maybe so, but…” Chrystal started, but faltered as, for a single thrust, he lost his pace and shoved his cock inside her faster than he had been. “Gods, thank you. Maybe they are now, but using powers to make you give me what I need isn’t how I want this.”

“Tell him what you want, my sweet,” Michael whispered in her ear, a slight, devious smile tilting one corner of his lips.

Chrystal saw Andrew’s gaze flick to Michael, watched as his expression filled with a plea that clearly screamed, “Don’t do that to me,” and she understood. All she needed to do was talk to Andrew, tell him in explicit words what she needed right now, and his rhythm and restraint would be broken.

“Move faster, Andrew.”

“You must be more specific, my sweet,” Michael instructed.

Andrew watched her, hungry anticipation and pleading mixed with intense concentration in the set of his lickable jaw. She couldn’t manage the willpower to lick that jaw with the climbing sensations of bliss gathering inside her. She touched it instead, tracing it with her fingertip.