Silent Storm (9 page)

The air shifter muttered his approval and increased his pace. His tongue lingered over the increasingly sensitive peak of her clit. Fingers slid over her labia, smooth and teasing. He circled, and circled, rarely dipping any farther into her core. Never enough to make her fly over the edge.

“Bastard…”

Matt lifted his head from where he’d been worshipping her breasts. The tips of her nipples stung, the faint breeze against them cool after the heat of his mouth. He glanced down at where Kallen was tormenting her with pleasure. Matt took a deep breath, shaky and rapid. When he turned back to her, his eyes glowed—
oh God
, the fires reflected in them were powerful enough to nearly make her climax.

“You are so beautiful. So giving.” The words floated to her ears through a rising buzz as her blood pumped harder and harder. Matt stared, his fingers circling one breast, then the other, tweaking and pulling her nipples until she wanted to scream. The whole time he watched. Every touch Kallen made must have registered on her face. And when the air shifter finally, finally thrust his fingers into her core, the bright sky behind Matt’s head disappeared as her vision distorted. Pleasure was the only thing that registered.

Her climax rocked on, between the encouragement of Kallen’s mouth, his steady thrust of into her sex, and the expression on Matt’s face as he watched.

Her heart was full to overflowing. Love for the water shaman. There was no jealousy in him, she felt the emotions he shared even now. His delight in seeing her receive the gift of ecstasy from Kallen’s touch. His satisfaction that he would have forever in the future to provide more for her. Not only sexually, but as a friend and more.

Tears threatened. Laurin thought she’d managed to contain them, but when Matt stroked his thumb over her cheek, he caught moisture and wiped it aside. He didn’t need to say the words; his body and soul spoke straight into hers. Through their intimate connection of minds, he poured out his blessings. Swore his commitment and offered all his love.

That’s what the physical desire she felt for Kallen lacked. The element of forever simply wasn’t there.

She was a contented puddle on the blanket, and they’d only begun. Laurin sat up and reached to smooth her fingers through Kallen’s dark hair as he kissed her intimately one last time before rising, his face covered with a broad grin. He might not be able to speak yet, but his thoughts were obvious.

“He’s feeling a trifle cocky he made you come.”

Laurin smothered a laugh and threw her arms around Kallen first, then Matt, hugging them close. “I think you two are the ones still feeling cocky. Shall we do something about that?”

The words were so much more risqué than she would usually utter, and her cheeks felt flushed with heat. Their response was immediate, and the light amusement on the air faded. A sense of anticipation rose. The images she remembered of the woman at the center of two men, being loved by them both, struck again, and she shivered.

Then there was nothing but sensory overload as they turned their complete attention on her. The touch of Kallen’s hands over her waist, the flare of her hips. So good as he pulled her to her feet, led her up onto the raised surface of the forward hatch and twisted her away from him. His shaft sat solid as steel along the dip between her butt cheeks. Matt stood in front of her, lifted her chin and took her back up to breathless. Kisses, soft and slow, were followed by his teeth biting into her lower lip, his tongue smoothing the throbbing surface.

As Kallen stepped away, then slipped a finger between her ass cheeks, she stiffened briefly. Matt soothed her, petting her body, dipping his own hand down to stroke his thumb in tiny pulses over her tight nub at the apex of her mound.

Moisture touched her. Not just the liquid from her core coating Matt’s fingers as he cupped her possessively. She twisted her head to see Kallen kneeling behind her, his fingers well coated before he laid a tube aside.

She was ready to ask where he’d gotten it, the lubricant, but when he looked up at her, the words dashed away. She didn’t really care. All she wanted was his touch. A touch to echo the one Matt now bestowed on her sex. The aching need to be filled increased, and she widened her stance. Wanting to make this happen.

Soon.

Now.

A fingertip brushed between her cheeks, cold and wet. It warmed quickly as Kallen pressed in up to the first knuckle. Laurin deliberately relaxed as much as possible, but it wasn’t easy. Not with Matt lapping at her earlobe, his touch relentlessly taking her back up. When Kallen added another finger she felt nothing but pleasure. After the experience the day before—she wasn’t afraid of this. Not even when his fingers were replaced by something far broader. Thick, heated. Kallen pressed firmly forward with his cock until the muscle opened to him.

A low cry snuck out. There was no pain beyond the pain of desire asking for more. Matt held her hips as Kallen entered her, and she stared into the endless blue of his eyes as another possessed her.

There was nothing there that spoke of jealousy. Only her, what she needed. If she’d uttered a single word to indicate she was distressed in any way, they both would have stopped instantly.

What she wanted was more. The sensation of Kallen in her body in such a way—there were no words to describe it. Full, but not nearly enough. Small strokes of pain she couldn’t distinguish from pleasure. One rock of his hips after another he worked his way in, pulses blasting from the nerves inside to wrap her entire body in need. He touched his lips to her shoulder the same instant his groin went flush against her backside, and they both shuddered.

Matt stepped before her, his gaze mesmerizing. The touch of his hands, intoxicating.

Wordlessly, he lifted one of her knees, her weight barely held on the remaining single limb. Then she didn’t need to support herself at all as Kallen bore all her weight in his hands and she floated in midair, speared on his shaft. Every motion forced her harder onto him.

“It feels…oh God, it feels so good. Ah…”

“Hold my shoulders,” Matt ordered, and she hurried to comply. Palms glued to his skin, she wrapped her fingers around and held on for dear life as he stepped onto the platform she’d just vacated, placed his cock between her legs and pulsed upward.

So full, so much. It was both physical and mentally overwhelming. The thought of what they were doing was less intimidating than the why. And the emotions pouring from Matt…rich and full, caring and complete. When his lips brushed her cheek she realized only then that tears were falling.

“Is it too much?” he whispered.

She shook her head, leaned back into Kallen and reveled in the insane gratification sweeping her that two men desired her and loved her so much. “Take me. Use my magic.”

She opened herself, the cool source inside her breaking free. She’d always considered her magic like the wind, able to go where it wanted. Usually the only thing it allowed her to do was shift into any of the People of the Air. Now as Matt moved in counterstroke with Kallen, one long drag and thrust after another into her core, the magic refused to disperse. It clung to her skin as if she’d flown through a cloud, tiny droplets of water clinging to her limbs.

Then the magic coated them all. Flowed over Kallen, mixing with his natural magic that allowed him to shift. It swirled forward, and not only mixed but blurred intimately with Matt’s, and a sharp rush lit her, inside and out.

The rising orgasm—she knew how her body would react normally to lovemaking. What it felt like to come around a cock buried in her core, in her ass. But this? It was like the climax was ready to pour into her mind and soul at the same time, and the air crackled with potential.

Laurin stared at Matt, drowning in his eyes. Sharing her love for him even as out of the corner of her eye she saw her fingernails dig into the flesh of his shoulders.

Their speed increased, hands firm on her hips as her men anchored her in place. They surged in unison and she shouted. The constant rub against everything sensitive inside ignited a spark, raced along her nerves and hit the powder keg in her core and that was it.

“Now, Laurin, now. Hold on to me, love, and give to Kallen.”

The sky disappeared, because there
was
nothing but them. The pulsing of her orgasm as she squeezed them tight. The wash of heat as they joined her, Kallen’s body hard at her back, Matt enfolding her from the front.

And the magic? She swore they were flying, suspended somewhere far above the deck of the
Stormchild
. The next instant they were immersed in the power of the Pacific as Matt joined them with the ocean. Dove through her, translated her magic into something the air could accept and…

“Laurin!” Kallen’s shout rose to the sky, his voice raspy and harsh and broken as he shook with his release.

Swirling lights continued, the wind whipped around them, but through it all the blue of Matt’s eyes gave her a center of calm to cling to. He squeezed them shut for a second as he came, prying them open immediately to wash her in their warmth.

As if the ocean had surrounded her, bathing her with limitless love.

Somehow they ended up on the blanket, all shaking limbs, heat and sweaty bodies. Laurin closed her eyes and let the sun shine down on her and bring another kind of heat, so much less powerful than the one she’d just experienced.

Matt cradled her close. “I love you.”

He said it again and again. His lips made contact with new spots after every announcement. Her mouth, her eyes, her cheek, the curve of her neck. Something wet and warm touched her as Kallen returned and cleaned her. She hadn’t even noticed he was missing.

She’d been so focused on Matt, and that’s how it should be. But now…

Laurin rolled as Kallen sat beside her.

He grinned at her. “Simply saying thank you seems an understatement, but ‘My God, that was incredible’ seems inappropriate well.”

She laughed. “How about I say the incredible part. Wow.”

Kallen glanced at Matt. “I understand how tough that must have been, and I am grateful. More than you know.”

Matt dipped his head in acknowledgement.

A sudden silence fell, and for one brief second Laurin was floored by where she was. What had happened. Naked between the two of them, she had no urge to cover herself. She wanted nothing more than to stretch and preen. To let them start all over again. Maybe even try a few of the other things she’d witnessed during that ceremony. The picture of taking Matt into her body while she took Kallen into her mouth popped into her mind.

Instantly, she felt a grumble rise from Matt. “What are you doing, Moonshine?”

Kallen swallowed hard. “Is that…from Laurin?”

She snapped upright, sure her jaw was hanging open. “What are you talking about?”

Matt chuckled, and she quivered with anticipation at the tone of it. “You’re playing with the dirty pictures again, and this time you’re showing them to Kallen as well? Oh dear.
You
are the insatiable one.”

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, discovering them red hot to her touch. “What did you see?”

Kallen shifted position and stared over her shoulder at Matt. “I had planned on leaving you two alone, but I’m far more interested in staying. If you have a need for me, that is. More help hunting, that kind of thing.”

Matt laughed even as Laurin struggled to understand. “It’s up to Laurin. Let’s ask her.”

They tugged her to her feet. Matt enfolded her in his arms and guided her to the bow of the ship. The sun was just beginning its slow descent toward the horizon, the afternoon gone and the evening stretching out with all kinds of possibilities. He stopped at the railing and motioned Kallen forward. The two of them stood before her, smiles and admiration written on their faces as they turned to face her.

Confusion hit. What were they asking? Did they think she was going to choose between them? She already had.

“Is Kallen completely healed?”

Matt frowned briefly before touching a hand to Kallen’s throat. There was the brush of his magic and he nodded. “And you don’t have to worry about anyone trying to use that curse again. I left a trace of it behind like an inoculation, tweaking so it will backfire on the caster.”

She gasped. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

He raised a brow. “I probably couldn’t, not by myself. But you were fairly spectacular back there, in more ways than one.”

Laurin flushed and tilted her chin up. “So what now?”

Kallen bowed slightly. “If you’d like, I would love to experience a few more of your ‘pictures’. And anything else you would like to share.”

“As would I…” The hunger Matt shared was real, and Laurin’s throat tightened. He sent her a wave of love, of acceptance. Of desire to see her pleasures exceeded as she’d experienced earlier. But it was up to her.

Did she want more? Now for play, and not for magical reasons? She glanced at Kallen. He was beautiful and strong, and she would love to fool around a little more. But Matt?

Her heart.

They both stood, waiting for her decision, giving her the final choice after making it clear what they wanted.

There was no denying it, and the words burst out as she forced herself to not make it sound like a plea. “Let’s do it.”

Kallen nodded once, then dove into the water.

“What? Where is he…?”

“Getting cleaned up. For the next round.” Matt grinned at her and to her complete surprise, snatched her up in his arms and kissed her. Her legs supported under the knees, one arm under her torso, she felt like a modern-day heroine.

Except for the naked business.

When he finally let her up for air, she licked her lips. “Hmm, I could get into more of that.”

“Of course, after you get cleaned up as well.”

He stepped to the rail and she clutched his neck.

“Matt! No, you’re not serious.” Her protests fell on deaf ears as he tossed her after Kallen. The air whistled past rapidly. She slammed her lips closed to stop the water from filling her mouth, hands slapping the surface as the sharp contrast of her heated skin and the icy water surrounded her.