Two Roped and Ready [Bewitching Desires 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (6 page)

More details filtered into PC’s head. “We left together on my eighteenth birthday, even though you were supposed to stay another two weeks until you turned eighteen.”

The rest of his history remained just out of reach, the memories too blurry to give any more hints about the life he’d led prior to arriving in Encanto.

Quayde scrubbed his fingertips up and down his forehead. “We lived in a place with tall buildings made of glass. Lots of people and noise.”

A quiet sniffle brought PC’s attention to Ilona. She’d turned around at some point during the revelations, and her arms hugged her waist. She reached up to brush a tear from her cheek. “You have no family. Only each other.”

Her emotional reaction to his sudden insight triggered an unusual feeling—optimism. Not that he was a pessimist. He mostly took things at face value. “And you, I hope.”

“Time will tell.” She nibbled on her lower lip.

Arms braced behind him on the bed, Quayde leaned against the edge of the mattress. “We’ve told you pretty much all we know about ourselves. Are you willing to share a little about yourself, darlin’? We put our trust in you. Will you trust us?”

She glanced toward the floor and then the ceiling before she seemed to look at him. “I come from the twenty-first century, and I live with my family. My parents and grandparents. My great grandmother and lots of cousins. Forty-six of us in all. We have a big house in the country, with gardens, a stable, and a greenhouse.”

PC nearly choked. “
Forty-six
? That must be a huge house.”

A blush crept up her cheeks. “Actually, it’s a mansion. Four babies are expected in the next five months as well.”

A mansion?
And babies.
Her comment reminded him of the concern he’d had a few minutes earlier. “Ilona, do you think there’s a chance you might, um, you know, um…I didn’t use…protection when we…had sex.”

Twirling an escaping strand of hair around her finger, she seemed to tense. “Are you asking if I could’ve gotten pregnant when you came inside me?”

Chapter 5

PC’s question sent Ilona’s heart tripping in her chest. Telling him and Quayde that only true mates produced offspring meant they’d ask more questions, and she’d have to explain how the fertility cycles of Macska women worked—that becoming pregnant with a man’s child indicated they were mated. Revealing that she could only conceive every seven years between the full moon and its third quarter following her birthday would generate a conversation she wasn’t ready to have.

It’s too soon.

PC nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m asking. I’m not letting any kid of mine grow up without a father.”

His statement suggested his childhood had affected him profoundly, but he didn’t understand the depth of commitment men made to the women in her family. Although Ilona’s grandmother hadn’t joined with the man who’d fathered her daughter until the past spring, Ilona had always known he’d truly loved Magdolna. Otherwise, Ilona’s mother Amalía wouldn’t exist. Kazmer’s interference had kept the Magdolna and Boldizsár apart for seven cycles of seven years. When they’d finally reunited less than six months ago, their love was no less strong for all the time that had passed. Neither had been able to move on to another love.

Ilona longed to soothe the hurts caused by Paxton’s parents. “If I were to conceive, the choice to be a part of his or her life would be yours.” Choosing not to accept that his baby’s mother was a witch would mean denying them both, but
he
had to decide. “The timing isn’t right, though.”

“You’re sure?”

How could she reassure him without divulging her family’s secret? She could hardly tell him that conception wasn’t possible without true love. In the world outside the Macska estate—his world—an emotional tie wasn’t necessary. Nor was the moon cycle. “I’m quite certain.”

He seemed to believe her, some of the tension from his clenched jaw dissipating. His posture relaxed. “Okay.”

Quayde shoved his fingers through his shaggy hair. “That still doesn’t answer how we got here. You said time travel is real, so somebody must’ve sent you, right?”

Lying wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t jeopardize their trust in her with a blatant untruth. “Yes.”

“Who? And why?”

She considered trying to distract them with sex for about half a second.
They deserve better than to be manipulated.
“I can’t say yet. Soon, I promise.”

“Are you in danger? Because PC and I will protect you.”

She didn’t doubt his words. Unfortunately, her enemy had the kind of power they wouldn’t know how to fight. Guns wouldn’t destroy him. Incantations could only banish him for a short period. Great Grandmother Romána, the matriarch of the Macska witches, might know, but she hadn’t shared that information with Ilona. Hopefully, Kazmer wasn’t aware of her location outside the protection spell shielding her home.

Unable to resist going to Quayde, she smiled as she stroked his smoothly shaven cheek. “I know you’d protect me. You already have.”

PC stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. “We will again if we need to. How are you going keep me occupied while Quayde takes a turn fucking you?”

Heat flooded her pussy, and the gentle brush of his lips on her neck gave her goose bumps. Several ideas came to mind as she arched against the firm length of his erection. “We’ll need some aloe. The clear liquid in the glass jar. Top dresser drawer on the right.”

He hummed in her ear and slid his hand along her stomach, tightening his hold on her. “I can’t wait to see what I’m using that for. Be right back, darlin’.”

“Hurry, and take off your pants, too.” Her abdominals quivered as his fingertips trailed away. Focusing on Quayde, she worked the top button of his trousers free and then tackled the next one. “I want to try a different position this time. Have you ever seen horses mate?”

He nodded and grinned. “I know how it works, pretty little filly. I get to touch your beautiful ass while I make you come.”

Imagining his palms caressing her butt cheeks sent a tremor through her core. The sexual education manual she’d studied the last year helped her add a few more possibilities to her list. “You can touch me anywhere you want. Both of you.”

PC laid the jar of aloe on the bed and unbuttoned his pants. “That’s a right-friendly invitation, Ilona. I believe I’ll accept and make the same offer.”

The sleeves of the robe slipped down her arms when Quayde guided the front edges past her shoulders. “Anytime. Anywhere. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

His statement suggested that she’d found her mates without really looking, that he wanted much more than a couple hours with a prostitute. No money had changed hands, and she wasn’t about to take it if they tried to pay her.

Letting her dressing gown fall to the floor, she climbed on the bed and opened the jar of lubricant. Her sexy cowboys shed their trousers as she scooped a dollop of gel. They joined her on the mattress—Quayde kneeling behind her as he slicked his finger through her wet pussy and Paxton groaning while she spread aloe on his hard cock.

She traced the bulging veins and prominent cap before rubbing her thumb the length of the ridge on the underside. “I want you to titty-fuck me. You’ll need to make me slippery.”

His lips curled upward, and then he tugged her into his arms, attacking her mouth with contagious passion. The invasion of his tongue drove her desire higher. Every stroke matched the rhythm of Quayde’s finger caressing her clit, and her body soared upward in a mad rush to ease its spiraling need. Slow and sultry could wait for another time.

Rocking her hips, she urged Quayde to go faster. Her lungs burned from lack of oxygen, but satisfying her out-of-control hormones with these men was more important than breathing. A shallow breath through her nose brought the musky scent of horny male to her senses, compounding the flames sweeping over her. Then a pinch of her nipple had her crying out as quake after quake shook her.

Her legs gave out, but PC held her against him. “Damn, I love watching you come. Your eyes practically glow.”

Quayde chuckled behind her. “I love
making
you come.”

Hauling in a shaky inhale, she groaned. “I want you both with me. Mount me, Quayde, and slather aloe on my tits, PC. I need more.”

Her brown-haired lover skimmed his palm along her spine and pushed the round head of his dick into her cunt. Her muscles contracted, pulling him deeper. A moment later, he sank far enough that his balls brushed her inner thighs.

“Oh, darlin’, you feel amazing.” He rained soft kisses over the side of her neck, the smattering of coarse hair on his chest tickling her back.

“Mm.” The pure bliss of having him inside her defied words. “Prop yourself on the pillows, PC.”

He followed her instructions, his fingers already smoothing gel on her flesh as she leaned toward his coated cock. Guiding him to the valley of her breasts, she struggled to remain on her knees when he gathered her tits in his grasp to form a snug tunnel. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples, making her gasp.

“Your tits are perfect for fucking, just like the rest of you.” His eyes closed on an upward glide. He blinked and opened them again. “I’m not letting another man besides Quayde ever touch you again. You’re ours, Ilona. Forever.”

His declaration brought tears, but she bit the inside of her cheek to keep them from falling. Although he hadn’t told her he loved her, she was a step closer to claiming them as her mates and telling them everything about herself. She had to whisper her response with a lump clogging her throat. “And you’re mine. Both of you. Always.”

They moved in unison, as if the three of them had been lovers for years instead of hours. PC pumped back and forth between her breasts, almost reaching her mouth with every plunge, while Quayde’s thrusts massaged her G-spot and had pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. It still wasn’t enough.

She pushed up off PC and nearly sobbed from the emptiness of Quayde slipping free of her. “I need both of you inside me. On your back, Quayde. PC, kneel behind me.” Straddling her supine lover’s hips, she impaled herself on his stiff cock and leaned forward to expose her anus. “I want you in me too.”

PC traced her spine from her neck to her tailbone, continuing down the crease of her ass. “Are you sure, Ilona?”

A spasm ripped through her when his finger rounded her tight hole. “Yes. More aloe. Hurry.”

Cool gel sent a shiver of anticipation to her center. A single finger easily pushed past her outer ring of muscles, her body prepared for the invasion after months of experimentation with her manual and collection of sexual aids.

She’d die if he didn’t put his dick in her soon. “I’m ready for you. You won’t hurt me.”

Fingers spread her ass cheeks as his broad head pressed into her a slow inch at a time. “You’re so tight. And I can feel Quayde. Damn, I’m gonna come in about two seconds.”

When he finally seated himself in her to his balls, the panicky need subsided. She flexed her pelvis, rocking forward and back, basking in the waves of contentment. “Perfect.”

Her men rocked with her, starting with smooth glides and increasing to erratic thrusts. Friction from their expanding flesh brought a high keening from her throat as they drove her toward completion. Their moans blended and rose in volume. Panting breaths and thumping pulses gave way to uninhibited yells, and her men spurted hot cum inside her, filling her and pushing her over the edge into endless orgasmic oblivion.

Her return was slow and lazy. Pure pleasure covered and surrounded her. No matter the complications of her transportation spell, finding her true life-mates was worth the effort and the risk.

* * * *

With a yawn and a stretch, PC forced his heavy eyelids open far enough to see that the sun was near to setting. He’d slept away the afternoon, and evening was creeping in, leaving shadows in the corners of the room. Sated exhaustion no longer dragged at his muscles.

Reaching for the warm body next to his, he frowned when his arm moved no more than a couple inches. He tried again, but something halted his movement. Was he tangled in the blankets?

Maybe he could lever up to a sitting position. Bindings of some sort kept his legs from folding beneath him and his elbows from bracing his upper body. Scanning the room, he searched for the person who’d tied him to the bed, but Ilona and Quayde were the only other occupants.
What the hell?

Glancing toward his feet, two things dawned on him. Whoever had bound him knew a lot about knots, and the person had used the braided ropes that had held back the fancy bed curtains. Other than wiggling a few inches, he was stuck. So was Quayde if the tasseled ends of the ties laying on the opposite side of the mattress around his ankles were any indication.

A quick look toward the delicate feet between Quayde’s and his own assured PC that Ilona hadn’t been subjected to the abuse.
Damn good thing, or I’d have reason to teach somebody a lesson on how to treat a woman.