Elemental Pleasure (21 page)

She’d known them less than two weeks, and yet these past few days without them had made her feel like she was missing pieces of her
soul. Now
t
hat t
hey were back and
to
uching her, the bad memories faded, losing their power
.

“
What do you want?” Lance’
s
hand
was
on her belly. “I don’t want to hurt or scare you.”

“As long as you don’t hold my arms behind my back.” She wanted to be honest about her fears so nothing happened to make her freak out and ruin the moment. “You’ve both done it before, and after this, I just don’t think I could stand it.”

“We never will.” Preston touched her cheek. “If you want, we’ll have vanilla sex from now on.” He paused. “Well, as vanilla as a
ménage a trois
can be.”

“I’m not saying that.” The
night
s
they’d spent together had b
een the most erotic of her life
and she wanted that
again. “Just…be gentle with me. For now.”

“I can do gentle,” Lance said.

They both looked at him.

His eyes widened. “What? I can.”

“Want me to tie him up?” Preston teased.

Carly tipped her head to the side and pretended to consider. “Hmmm.”

“Damn it. A
m I always goi
ng to be the one tied to the
chair?”

“No,” Carly said
as Preston added, “Probably,” at the same time.

Lance growled, then leaned down and kissed Carly’s shoulder, his lips moving along her throat to her breast. In an instant, they went from playful to sexual. The warmth caused by the ple
asure of their company heated
her blood, becoming a fire of longing in her belly.

They each took a nipple in
to
their mouths, sucking and licking. She’d never had both nipples suckled at once and the pleasure was sharp and immediate. She wanted them. Desperately.

She spread her legs
and they reached down, helping her open herself to them. The brace meant she couldn’t bend her knee, but Preston tossed a pillow down and lifted her leg onto it.

“How are we going to do this?” Lance asked Preston.

“Let’s take care of her first.”

Preston dipped his head between her legs and tasted her. After a few strokes of his tongue, he pulled back, only to be replaced by Lance. They teased her, tormented her, each man taking a turn pleasuring her with lips and tongue, but never staying long enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved. When Lance pulled away, leaving her dangling on the edge of
an
orgasm, she cried out in frustration.

“Please. I
need you inside me.”
Preston started to settle between her legs, but she held up a hand. “Both of you.”

Preston helped her shift to the side so Lance could
lie
back.

“Do you have any lube?” Preston asked.

“In the nightstand
.”

Lance’s fingers dipped into her pussy as Preston grabbed the lube. Then Lance’s fingers slid back to her ass, rubbing the lubricant Preston provided around the puckered entrance.

Lance sat up and Preston lifted her as Lance pulled apart the globes of her bottom.

Carly took a
deep
breath as the broad tip of his cock pressed against her. She whimpered as she sank down, his thick cock stretching her ass, opening her, filling her.

“Is it too much?” The concern in the big, rough man’s voice made her smile, made her heart tremble.

When the back of her legs touched his, she let out a little breath. She was full, aching with the pleasure of it.
Preston helped Lance pile pillows behind him so he was reclining.

“Lean back against me, gorgeous,” Lance said. As she lay back, his hands went to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked the nipples. Preston helped settle her against Lance’s chest, then repositioned her leg.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can wait anymore.” Preston moved between her knees, the tip of his cock already wet. Carly reached down and guided him in
to her. The angle and Lance’s di
ck made it a tight fit. She leaned back, longing to touch them. She placed one hand on Preston’s shoulder, while reaching up with the other to tangle her fingers in Lance’s hair.

Preston slid in fully, filling her, stretching her. They stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying the experience of
truly
being together. Then Preston pulled back and started to move. Each thrust lifted her off Lance’s cock, and when Preston pulled back, her body weight pushed her down once more. They stayed that way, rocking and thrusting, the rhythm picking up and gathering steam.

Carly came first, the orgasm that had been curled inside her exploded, lightning bright and cleansing as spring rain.

“I love you,” she moaned. “I love you both so much. You’re mine. Mine.”

“Yours.” Preston shuddered, pistoning his hips as he came as well.

“Yours,” Lance agreed as he grabbed he
r hips and thrust
ed
in a few
more
times before he shuddered with his own climax.

“I love you. Both of you,” Preston whispered as Carly
started to drift
off to sleep, Lance’s cock still in
side
her. “It’s better than I ever could have imagined.”

“Love,” she said,
her
eyes closed. “I didn’t expect love.”

They fell asleep, a tangled mess of arms and legs, crushed together in Carly’s tiny bed.

~~~~

Epilogue

The Grand Master watched the threesome smiling at each other as they stripped off their robes. Unlike the first time he’d called them here, they were naked underneath, eager to be bound in the marriage of the Trinity Masters.

Carlene, Lance and Preston would be a powerful, important trinity, of that he was certain. They were strong-willed and dominant. After the first failed ceremony, he’d wondered if they would be able to make it work, to find a way to be together. They weren’t
the
first triad to struggle
at the beginning, and they wouldn’t be the last.

When the ceremony was completed, they were officially bound together by the rules of the Trinity Masters, married in a ceremony that was far more binding than the easily broken legal marriage most people knew.

He left them in the ceremony room. His lips twitch
ed as he heard a muffled giggle
followed by a moan. He suspected they wouldn’t make it out of the room before their desire for each other overcame them.

Another successful match, another link in the chain of the Trinity Masters.

These three had worried him, especially when their pictures were splashed across the news following Carlene’s k
idnapping. Other members who read
the story might guess that the couple a
nd their close friend were
more, but the secret of the Trinity Masters had remained safe. For now.

The next trinity would not be so easy.

He entered his office, looking at the pictures of the future triad that lay on his desk. Where Carlene, Preston and Lance had all been powerful people, this next triad would struggle not with their similarities, but with their differences. It was bound to be a bumpy road.

For the threesome.

And for him.

The Grand Master stripped off his gloves and his robe. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small picture of a smiling blonde woman. He felt a small pang of regret as he looked at the image, then he forced himself to put it away again. He was a fool to continue to torture himself over something that couldn’t be.

Sitting in the chair at his desk, the Grand Master’s lips quirked. He was master of a secret society that developed
ménage
relationships for the good of the world, and yet he was single. Alone.

Sometimes irony was a bitch.

###

~~~~

Primal Passion

The Trinity Masters
,
Book Two

Coming March
2013

Deni Parker thinks she’s
got it all figured out. At the cutting edge of science
,
she has little time for anything but work. Luckily she doesn't have to bother with dating because she's a member of the Trinity Masters
—
a secret society that has not only helped her career, but which will identify the two people she'll spend the rest of her life with in an arrange
d
ménage
marriage.
When her invitation to the introduction ceremony is delivered—years ahead of wh
en
she
expects
it
—by the very intimidating, and f
ar too handsome, Price Bennett—Deni’s
more than a little unprepared.

Price didn't join the Trinity Masters to play messenger. As CEO of a major security firm and heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world, he’s annoyed when the Grand Master orders him to transport the disorganized, virgin scientist to the ceremony to meet her partners. It's only when they arrive that Price realize
s
he isn't a messenger
. H
e's been matched with Deni.

CIA Agent Gunner Wells has been in love with Deni for years, but he’s resisted giving into his attraction. When he arrives at his introduction ceremony
,
he's delighted to discover that Deni is not only a member of the secret society, but one of his partners…along with the intimidating Price Bennett.

Their three
personalities clash
—
i
n the bedroom and out of it—but
Price and Gunner have to put aside their rivalry, and Deni must put aside her pride, when someone
tries to stop her research…using
deadly methods.

~~~~

An excerpt from
Primal Passion

Prologue

“You asked to see me, Grand Master?”

“Yes. I need you to perform a task, Price.”

Price lowered his head in deferential respect. The Grand Master knew it wasn’t easy for some members of the Trinity Masters to bend their will to a higher authority. They were a powerful, wealthy, intelligent group, independent-minded trailblazers, one and all. The man standing before him no doubt suffered the most when it came to taking orders. That was one of the reasons Price had risen to a position of power within the organization. He was confident, driven, trustworthy. In the years since Price had joined the secret society, he’d become a trusted advisor.

However, today’s venture would test, possibly shatter, that relationship.

“I need you to deliver this summons. The recipient’s name and address are on the envelope.”

Price didn’t disappoint him as his eyes narrowed with annoyance. His knee-jerk reaction was exactly as the Grand Master expected. “Forgive me,
S
ir, but my role in the Trinity Masters does not require me to play messenger.”

The Grand Master rose slowly, and his face reflected pure anger. He’d learned long ago that friendship was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Regardless, there were times when he missed it. “Your duty is to the Trinity Masters and to me. Are you questioning my authority? And please, be very careful with your response, Mr. Bennett.”

Price took a slight step back—no doubt surprised by the genuine threat in his tone. They stared for several moments, each of them sizing up the other, before Price bowed his head once more
in a brief nod
. “I apologize. I was in a very important meeting when I received your message to report here at once. I thought there was an emergency. My duty to the Trinity Masters is as it
has
always been. I will serve. Them…and you.”

He noticed how Price hesitated to add the last part. The Grand Master held Price’s gaze for a long, silent moment, letting his displeasure over being challenged sink in. Price looked away first.

Then, the Grand Master sat down once more. “I need the missive delivered immediately and I need you to escort Ms. Parker here”

Price nodded. “Of course.” Then he glanced at the envelope. “Denise Parker. Harvard Stem Cell Institute. Is she in some sort of trouble?”