Embraced By Passion (9 page)

He noted her eyes locked on him as soon as she caught that he was undressing. Her lips rose with a beckoning tease. Lifting a hand, she wrapped her fingers around his length and squeezed.

“Fuck!” Slone stiffened and shuddered, her touch like fire to his skin, pouring into his veins. Brigit stroked him, tugging him closer. Propping herself on an elbow, she popped him into her mouth, drawing him deep with the very first pull.

The room swam for a moment, and he drove his fingers into her silken hair just to stay on his feet. Her mouth was magic, hot, slick, tight and each sucked pull reached deep into his balls and tightened them with every motion.

Ja’Rol propped one of her legs on the arm of the seat, exposing her glistening skin. Slone could barely think, much less speak with her mouth driving over him, hot and tight. The scent of their combined arousals filled his head, and he had to swallow to find moisture.

Mewls of excitement were growing. Ja’Rol finger fucked her as he drove against her clit with the flat of his tongue. Then she screamed, the sound muffled with her mouth full. Ja’Rol lapped and sucked, holding her still to catch every drop of her orgasm. She shook as her body undulated, striving to feel the sensation of his mouth.

“I’m not going to last,”
Slone warned them. Clasping at the rear of the chair, he maneuvered to give her full control. It was the best idea he could’ve had. Sensations were spiraling through his body, making him gasp with every motion. He thrust into the rhythm she had set, pumping his length into her mouth, feeling the drag of her teeth and the soft palette of her throat. His head lolled on his neck. Lights were bursting across his vision as his balls tightened, the need to explode seconds away.

Ja’Rol stood and dropped his jeans, quickly sliding a condom over his pulsing shaft.

Slone’s head was swirling. “
God, yes. Make her come again.”
Her mouth was incredible, sucking harder as her excitement matched theirs. He couldn’t wait to feel her for himself, her hot sheath clamped down on his cock as he slammed into her ripe body, riding the wave of ecstasy.

“Join with me,”
Ja’Rol offered. “
Feel it with me.”

Slone groaned, watching his friend clasp her close, lifting her until they met, then reveling in the sheer ecstasy as he slowly speared her, filling her. Brigit writhed and moaned, her eyes closing as pleasure erupted throughout them, a kaleidoscope of sensation that flared over them all like a fireball. Leaning forward, Slone was able to capture Ja’Rol’s mouth for a hard, short kiss, striving to stay standing just a few minutes longer.

“Oh my God,” she cried, pumping herself against the cock filling her. Then she was swallowing Slone again, all reaching for the final ecstasy. Ja’Rol’s steady pounding drove her deeper over Slone’s engorged penis, taking him like no one had before.

“Ja’Rol!”
Slone was splintering. The pulse of his orgasm gushed through his body. Through Ja’Rol, he felt her reactions, her undulations, her insistence for more. The clench of her sheath as she captured Ja’Rol’s cock. Slone felt the heat of her body, the slick slide and thrust through their connection. His mind had narrowed to those feelings, to those motions. Sweat had broken out across his shoulders.

Brigit’s whimpers were escalating, her body twisting to meet Ja’Rol’s thrusts. There was no warning. Her mouth swallowed him deep, Ja’Rol filled her with a hip grinding, forward jolt and Slone’s world vanished in a burst of light.

Almost at the same time, Ja’Rol jerked stiff with a roar as he pushed forward, seeking more of her hot body. Brigit shuddered as her orgasm rocked her, sucking his cock harder as pulses of adrenaline rolled over her. The vacuum stole over them all for those split seconds. His lungs froze. His heart ceased to beat. The only sensations were the hot, sweet pull of her mouth and the whip of her tongue as she swallowed Slone’s release, the clenching, hungry heat of Brigit and the ecstasy Ja’Rol felt and shared with him. It felt like it went on forever, yet not long enough.

With a rush, time hit him like a swift kick from a horse, straight to his solar plexus. Shivering, Slone collapsed to his knees, catching himself on the chair to not hurt Brigit, or let her fall with him. Her arms encircled his neck naturally, her head on his shoulder. Ja’Rol, leaned forward, his head on her stomach, and she reached to find him as well.

Slone watched the scene, savored her reactions, remembered her bliss and excitement shared with both himself and his lover and knew the only thing that would make the bond irrevocable now was her acceptance of their wyvern sides. Because they weren’t naturally human, the magic of their souls also had to be appeased. He knew he was already sunk as far as his heart went.

Dropping a kiss to her damp temple, her soft breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath, he stole a glance at Ja’Rol.

His usually golden brown eyes were bottomless with his emotions when their gazes met.

Their hearts were too deeply entwined. There had never been secrets between the two men. “
I know, Slone,”
Ja’Rol said quietly for him alone. “
She is our one. I can’t let her go.”

“We’ll find a way,”
he replied, drifting his fingers through her hair, her entire form relaxed with their loving. Then, reaching for Ja’Rol’s fingers, Slone curled them into his own. His breath hitched hard when, half asleep, Brigit covered them both with her soft hand, binding all three. He wondered if she had even an inkling to the message she was offering them, and fought to not let himself get too far ahead of the moment.

Chapter Seven

Brigit stared at the bedside table. Two in the morning, though by her internal clock it was closer to four. Either way, she was laying there in bed, watching the glowing colored numbers, unable to sleep.

She was still in shock over what she’d done on that plane. Closing her eyes, that wasn’t even the end of it.
Then
she had to go and make a fool of herself in the limo on the way to the hotel.

Burying her face in her pillow, she let out a scream. Why did she have to say all of that? Now they were going to think she was a snotty slut or something. Telling them that it had been fun. Fun?
Christ. Fun?

That sex had been the best of her ever-living life. She just couldn’t sit still across from them both and
not
keep quiet. They looked utterly delicious, relaxed and all it had done was make her feel like she had to fill the silence, because she was anything but relaxed after what had happened between them.

Unfortunately, her mouth was not always in radio contact with her brain at moments like that.

They’d both asked if she was okay, if she was tired, if she hurt anywhere. She had no idea. She was still tingling, even now, hours later. So of course, being unable to deal with it, she’d given some flip answer that she couldn’t even remember, her mouth in full gear when her brain wasn’t. At least neither had taken her stupidity to heart. They’d been the epitome of gentlemen, ensuring she was in her suite and had anything she could need for the night.

Well, anything except sleep. Flopping to her back on the cushy mattress, she stared at the ceiling. They’d helped her dress in her clothes, fed her again, coddled her, and made sure she was comfortable, and generally doted on her like a princess.

They obviously had the wrong chick.

Chewing her inner cheek, she tried to relax, and failed. Giving up, she growled, throwing the covers clear to stand and find her long shirt. She didn’t bring a robe, but she had a long flannel that she’d owned for years. Yanking it on and stuffing her arms into it, she marched to the door separating the suites in the living room. Freaking gorgeous room and she couldn’t see straight to appreciate it.

She lifted her hand and then froze, her knuckles millimeters from the wood. Should she? What could she tell them?
Gee, I’m sorry, but you’re both so damned sexy I lost my head and decided I’d take the chance at a once in a lifetime thrill?
She snorted. Yeah, because the chances of it repeating were slim to none.

Her head sank to the wood. But it was more than that, at least after about the first five seconds it had been, for her. She’d thought she’d felt their caring, believed that their passion had been real, and not just some quirky gay-guy-gets-lucky-with-a-broad thing.

She frowned. She knew that wasn’t it, but then
what
was it? And really, why her?

Tugging the shirt edges in for protection, she lifted her chin then rapped on the door. If they were asleep, then she’d let it go and see how things played out, but she couldn’t sleep with the idea that they would think she was some two-bit tramp out for a cheap thrill. She wasn’t like that, intentionally or otherwise.

The door swung open almost immediately and considering the suite was identical, with their bedroom on the far side from the connection door…

She glanced up at Ja’Rol. “Did I wake you?”

He shook his head, his hair a bit shaggy and unkempt. “Couldn’t sleep.”

She tried to smile. “Me either.” She hugged her arms around herself. “Can we talk?”

He stepped back and let her through, closing the door.

“Are you both awake?”

As if she’d called his name, Slone appeared in the bedroom doorway. Both wore black pajama bottoms and nothing else. Looking at Ja’Rol, she realized he had a nipple piercing. Something she’d totally missed in her sexual euphoria of earlier. She glanced away, determined to not let her body get the better of her again. But damn… Drawing a breath, she put it out of her mind.

“I wanted to talk about what happened earlier, between us.” Slone nodded and motioned to the chairs in the suite living room.

“We understand. We took advantage of you when we shouldn’t have.” Slone looked ready to be whipped, just waiting for the verbal flogging.

She gasped and straightened on her chair. “No! Please don’t believe what I said in the car.” She tucked into herself, wishing she could become a small ball and just roll out of the room. “I’m not that weak, then or now.” She blushed. This was where it got hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop. I actually remember begging you not to. What I said…” She looked away, unable to keep their watchful gazes. “It wasn’t just a cheap thrill. Not for me.”

Slone and Ja’Rol shared a quick glance. She licked her lips and steadied herself, ignoring the beat of her heart. She couldn’t become distracted by all that wonderfully toned and hard male flesh.

“But you were sick,” Ja’Rol argued. “We both agreed to take care of you, and…” She loved it when heat crawled up his neck. He looked so huggable. “We both share the blame.”

Okay, this appeared to be a losing argument. They weren’t going to not accept responsibility, and realizing that actually made her heart melt a little.

“Aside from that, then…” Brigit bit her cheek. “Why me? Was it because I’m available? We all had hours to kill? If you two are a couple, I don’t see how I play into that, even with what you said on the plane.”

Slone stood and Ja’Rol joined him, Slone reaching for her hand to draw her to her feet. “I think it’s time we explained a little more about this then.”

“
Remember how we said everything would, in time, be explained?”

Brigit blinked. She hadn’t exactly forgotten they could do that, but she’d definitely not wanted to think about it.

In answer, she nodded. She knew she couldn’t evade, not with them both looking at her so expectantly.

Slone drew her closer, then released her hand. “
We don’t have to be touching and we can be miles apart. Ja’Rol and I do this as easily as calling another is normal for you.”

Brigit’s heart was pounding again. They watched her, simply waiting. Dazed, she reminded herself, she’d asked for explanations.