Davies, Corinne - Wrapped in Fur [3xtasy Lake 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Oh, no, you don’t. Not yet. I think you need to slow down a bit. Don’t want this to end before I get all your clothes off.”

“Then hurry up.” Her lips caressed his neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Knowing it drove him insane, she wriggled in his arms, silently hurrying him along as he carried her to his room. Her feet touched the floor as he kicked the door shut. The predatory look was back. He dropped to his knees in front of her, nuzzling her belly with his lips as his fingers slid up under her skirt and skimmed the edge of her panties.

He caressed her mons and slipped between her legs, moaning deep in his throat when his fingers encountered the soaked cotton. “Jeezus, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

He scooped her up and tossed her down on his bed. He peeled his shirt off and she watched as he removed the rest of his clothes.
I’d love to see him do this to music.
She was too impatient to ask this time. She held her arms up to him, but he gave her a mischievous grin and leapt between her knees. She sat up, laughing. “You missed me.”

“Oh, no. I didn’t.” He flipped her skirt out of the way and dipped his head down, running his tongue along the edge of her panties. “Lay back, sweetheart. Trust me.”

She flopped back, pressing her hands against her eyes. She couldn’t watch. His breath felt hot through the thin barrier, a quiver racking her body when he ran a tongue over the material. Sliding his hands under her hips and lifting, she felt him pull her panties down and off her legs, leaving her open and bare to his gaze.

“Now this is my favorite color. All pink and pretty.” Long fingers caressed the sensitized skin, getting wetter with each pass, and swirled around the hooded nub. Wrenching another gasp from her, he slipped a long finger inside and rubbed deep inside. She planted her feet on the bed, lifting her hips and rocking to the rhythm he created. One hand clenched the sheets, the other was buried in his hair. Gasping for air, she actually growled at him when he moved up her body.

“You’re going to need a bit more patience, sweetheart. I can’t do much with all these clothes on you.” He tucked his fingers under the hem of her sweater and slowly inched it up her torso. “We’re going to take this layer by layer.”

That’s what you think.
It only took a heartbeat to dissolve the glamour that created her clothes.

“Holy shit! What happened to your clothes?” Brand’s eyes were wide in shock and Holly almost laughed at the look on his face. Because she watched him so carefully, she saw the moment his expression changed. The shock melted under the heat of desire. She didn’t want to answer his questions right now, not when her body ached for touch.

“Brand, please…” She rocked her hips toward him. Her gaze clashed with his, the bright green pierced her, hungry and aggressive.

He leaned closer and looked down at her, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he boldly ran his fingers over her damp curls. “Exquisite,” he whispered as he stroked her.

Holly could feel her limbs tremble at his touch. The emotions that pounded through her were as intense as the ones Colwyn inspired.

Brand stroked deeper and gently parted her swollen labia and ran his thumb down between them. Her hips jerked up instinctively. “That feels so good.”

She watched as he lifted his hand and licked the moisture from the pad of his thumb. “You taste so sweet. I could get addicted to you.” He stroked her again with his thumb and this time, painted her lower lip with moisture. “You try.”

Brand watched her intently as her tongue darted out, tasting herself. Her musky essence danced along her tongue and she heard Brand groan deep in his throat just before he attacked. He pressed her thighs far apart, allowing him full access, rising above her like one of the gods of old. His muscular chest and tight stomach would rival any deity.

Brow creased with concentration, he slipped his hard cock just inside her, stretching her slowly, inch by inch. The slow intensity that his movements caused stole her breath for a moment. She wanted more. She needed more. Now. “Brand, stop being such a good boy and fuck me the way I need it.”

* * * *

Such aggressive words coming out of such a sweet mouth. Could she be any more perfect?
He fought the urge to plunge into her hot depths and kept his strokes very shallow. He enjoyed teasing, but also allowing her to get used to him. She was so fucking tight, he didn’t want to hurt her, but the drive to bury himself deep within her was almost too hard to bear.

“You’re going to regret that.” He growled, lifting her legs up over his shoulders, and drove deep into her wetness, pounding into her as she urged him on. He watched as her head tilted back and she cried out his name. Even as her orgasm washed over them both, he clenched his teeth and thought of hockey stats.

He lunged in and out of her, loving every moment of this pace. There was no way he could keep it up for long. Her sweet body arched up against him and she circled her hips with every stroke. Already he could feel a white-hot burning in his groin and his balls pulled up tight against his body.

Just as he feared he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, her body clenched around him again. The muscles in her pussy rhythmically fluttered along his length as her heels dug into his shoulders. She was so flexible, he was able to mold his lips to hers and swallow her cries. Burying his face in her neck, he bit down on her soft skin to stop from hollering his own release when it came.

He gently untangled her legs from his shoulders before collapsing beside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her close to his chest and waited until their hearts slowed. He drifted his fingers lightly over her back, drawing innocuous patterns over her soft skin. She fit perfectly in his arms, but there was something missing. It was the same thing that felt missing from his life for the last ten years. He wanted Colwyn here. “Why did you leave, Brand?”

If anyone else had asked him that, he would have told them to mind their own business, but Holly was different. He wanted to share a part of himself with her as much as he wanted to share her with Colwyn.

“Because, I felt guilty for forcing two people I cared about into a situation that caused so much pain. All for my own selfish wants. I told myself that it was something we all wanted. I thought if I could get us all together at the same time it would all work out and magically fall together.”

“You didn’t force her car off the road. From what I understand, it was her driving that caused the accident.”

Brand slid away from the comfort of Holly’s body.
I don’t have any right to this kind of comfort when talking about this.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his temples, feeling a familiar ache there. “Holly, she died because I let her get behind the wheel of a car knowing she was emotional. I was so angry at her reaction that I
told
her to leave. Colwyn wanted to stop her, but she ran from him as if he was some sort of pariah. He was my best friend and I lied to him to get him to surprise her in bed. He never would have joined us without her knowledge, but I lied to him. He was so pissed at me, and he had every right to be. The next day I found out that she was dead. It was my fault, and I couldn’t face the truth of it all. This is a small town, people talk, and I knew it would be about me, so I left. It was cowardly and selfish, and I’m not certain that I’m not doing the same thing again now.”

He felt Holly’s arms drape over his shoulders, her soft cheek pressed against his as she leaned against his back. Part of him felt like he should push her away, that he didn’t deserve this gentle touch. Regardless, he couldn’t have moved if Revenue Canada demanded it. He needed her touch more than his next breath.

 
“We’ve both caused pain in our lives, Brand. I cursed a man because he didn’t do what I wanted. I was selfish in my needs, too.”

“You paid for your mistake.”

“Really, do you think being trapped in a crystal cage for a mere couple centuries is punishment?”

“You were trapped for centuries?” Brand wanted to doubt, but he knew better. No matter if the black-and-white, rational part of his mind demanded proof. Sometimes things had to be accepted in Ecstasy Lake for what they were, without explanation. He spent a great deal of effort in the last decade pretending that he didn’t know any of the strange things that went on in this town.

“How long do you think you need to punish yourself?” Holly gracefully slipped into his lap, forcing him to look at her. “Time served doesn’t fix mistakes. It’s what we do afterward that matters.”

Chapter Seven

A soft knock at his front door snapped Colwyn out of his brooding. He’d paced around the living room who knew how many times at this point. A long walk would have been preferable if the temperature hadn’t taken another dive. Tempted to ignore whoever decided to bother him, he leaned against the wall in the hallway. He needed to figure out a way to fix this.

Aniela had filled him in on everything surrounding Holly’s arrival here when she came over earlier. He’d read the damn parchment and knew the story that Cris had told on the radio last week. It was an old Celtic tale that his mum used to tell him as a bedtime story. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would have the chance to save the faery in the story.

Whoever stood on the other side of his door knocked a bit harder. Still wasn’t very loud. It wouldn’t be Brand, because he would pound against the door until it shook. Perhaps it was a petite little faery out there wanting his attention.

He whipped open the door and was almost taken to the floor by an energetic bundle of woman. Her fresh summerlike scent calmed his aggravated senses. “What took you so long? It’s cold out there.”

His cock reacted the moment she launched herself into his arms. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that this enigmatic creature was meant for him. She was now and always would be his mate. No matter what it took he would figure out a way to keep her here with him.

She pressed a kiss against his cheek and he could feel how chilled her lips were. Wrapping his hands around her bottom, he pulled her up against him. Her legs wound around his waist and the nagging unease inside of him settled a bit. A small voice in his head wondered what happened to Brand, but he brushed it away for now. He and Holly could work on a plan and then they would all figure out how to keep Holly here. Nipping playfully against the side of her neck, he kissed her. “I can think of a couple ways to warm you up. Let’s get this door closed and I’ll show you.”

“It’s not just me.”

“Sorry?” She moved slightly and Colwyn looked over her shoulder. Relief washed over him when he saw Brand standing at the bottom of his porch steps. Both Brand’s hands were shoved in his pockets, clouds puffing from his breath.

“Close the door behind you before all the heat gets out.” Brand must have been uncertain of an invitation, because he bounded up the stairs as soon as Colwyn spoke.

“You are a clever faery,” Colwyn said, keeping his voice low as he carried Holly down the hallway.

She cupped his jaw with her hands and said, “I want you both, Colwyn. I can’t imagine living in this world without both of you. Can you accept that?”

He strode straight to his bedroom. He had a fireplace in there and knew it was the warmest place in the house. He couldn’t help but feel amazed at the woman in his arms. Hours of brooding, and she’d managed to get them all together in one room inside of a few minutes. He could hear Brand following behind them.

Uncertainty rang loud in Brand’s voice. “Shouldn’t we talk in the living room?” He stroked his hand down her body. She was wearing a bright red poncho with a gaudy Christmas tree on the front. It might be the ugliest thing he’d ever seen, but she looked so damn adorable in it.
She’ll look even better out of it, too.
Catching the poncho’s edge, he pulled it over her head. “Why do you still have so many clothes on?” As soon as her shirt lifted from her body it disappeared from his fingertips. “What the hell?”

“My clothes are simply another aspect of my glamour. They’re not real, remember?”

“Right, I forgot about that.” He reached over her shoulder and let his hand drift over the warm patch of air behind her. She shuddered and he did it again.

“What are you doing?” Brand stepped closer as if he wasn’t entirely certain if he should be here. Knowing that Brand watched him undress Holly added a layer of intimacy to the act. It was a sensation that Colwyn felt missing in every other sexual encounter he’d had in the last decade. He stroked his hand along the edge of her wing and nodded for Brand to come closer.

Their gazes met and he saw his relief and joy reflected in his friend’s expression. He smiled in return, and the dark ache that sat like a heavy cloak over his heart disintegrated. “Her wings are sensitive. Why don’t you let your entire glamour drop, princess?”

Brand came up behind her and mimicked the motions that Colwyn made.

“Because they will get in the way…
oh
, that feels
so
good.”

“Wow. If I concentrate, I can actually feel them.” Brand slid his fingers along what could be the top edge of one wing.

Colwyn palmed one of Holly’s breasts and lightly pinched her nipple through her shirt. “I mean the clothes, baby. I want to see you naked.”

“Oh, okay.”