EnforcersCraving (9 page)

It might make him a total bastard but the look of dismay on
Chelsea’s face amused the hell out of Tarkan. If she thought they were going to
stop now that she’d had one orgasm, regardless of how powerful it was, she had
a lot to learn about him and Ari.

He eased his fingers from her body and the way her internal
muscles tightened around him only widened his grin. Her body didn’t want to
relinquish him any more than he wanted to be gone. But he wouldn’t be gone for
long.

Leaving her to Ari for the moment, Tarkan stripped the
covers off his bed, unlaced his pants and shoved them to the floor. Kicking
himself free he stood there completely naked and wondered how he compared to
the men of Chelsea’s planet.

“Do we look different?” He was more curious than concerned. He’d
been visiting bower houses since he first became an Enforcer and he was well
acquainted with women’s bodies and the best ways to satisfy them.

The woman he wanted to satisfy at the moment was still a
little high on her pleasure. Her gaze was unfocused when she turned to him. “Different
to what?”

“To the men on your world.”

“Oh.” She straightened a little and he could see the effort
it took for her to gather herself and step out of Ari’s arms. It was a few more
moments before she looked at him, really saw him and damned if his cock didn’t
twitch in anticipation as her eyes cleared, then widened a little. She took a
step closer, just one and his whole body flexed.

“You’re much taller and more muscular than an average human
male,” she said. “Your hair or mane or whatever you call it is different. And
no one on my world has electric-blue hair,” she glanced at Ari, “or purple eyes
for that matter.”

She walked closer slowly, her hips rolling in unspoken
invitation and everything in him ached for her.

Her eyes traced his body. “The color of your skin is lovely,
like burnished copper. We have lots of different skin colors on my world but
nothing like yours.” Lifting her hands, she smoothed across his skin. His chest,
shoulders, down his arms and back up again. “You don’t have any body hair. Is
that the same for all Gemarran males?”

He nodded, not quite trusting himself with a verbal reply. Her
soft touch seared his skin, igniting him in ways he had never imagined. He
didn’t know if the connection was strong because she’d agreed to his claim or if
it was something unique to Chelsea. But he did know her touch resonated in
places that went far deeper than the physical.

She skimmed her hand down his stomach and grabbed hold of
the base of his cock and that’s when his mind went blank.

“Now this,” she squeezed and he grunted. “This is sort of
the same as a human male but not.” Wrapping both hands around him she fisted
him bottom to top and his whole body shuddered. “You have the same basic shape
as our men but you are much longer and thicker.” She rubbed her thumb on the
ring of ridges near the head of his cock. “And here, our men have a kind of
smooth flange—not the interesting bumps and nodes you have.”

Tarkan caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Ari
came up behind Chelsea, laying his hand over hers where it wrapped around
Tarkan’s cock. It was odd to see another man’s hand so close to the most
intimate part of his body, stranger still to feel the burn of arousal as Ari
threaded his fingers between Chelsea’s and resumed her strokes.

The pressure of their hands was much firmer, more assured
and Tarkan’s head tipped back in surrender as they pleasured him. He stayed
like that, fighting for control while he savored every stroke and caress. Every
time he took a breath he could smell them, not just their personal scent but
the heavy, sweet smell of arousal. And if Chelsea’s taste was half as good as
her scent, he was about to become her slave.

Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck he forced her
to meet his gaze. “Get on the bed, love. On your back, legs spread.”

A flash of nervousness crossed her face, but she didn’t pull
away. So he waited, allowing her to search his eyes for who knew what before
she finally nodded and slid out from between him and Ari. She crawled onto the
bed, flashing the smooth, pale globes of her ass before she rolled onto her
back.

Tarkan turned to his den-mate. “You want to get up there and
keep her company?”

Ari smirked at him. “Hungry, are you?”

“Famished.” And not just for the sweet taste of Chelsea’s
arousal. He was starving for a woman of his own, someone who would worry about
him and be waiting for him and Ari when they came home from battle or from a
smuggling run. He hungered for the kind of connection and softness only a woman
could bring. The fact that he was so close to achieving his dream was both
glorious and terrifying.

Ari stripped and climbed up on the bed beside Chelsea,
claiming her mouth in a kiss that melted all the tension out of her body. His
free hand strayed to her breast, his fingers a dark contrast to Chelsea’s fine,
pale skin. Unsurprisingly, the sight of them together shot a spike of arousal
down Tarkan’s spine but what caught him off guard was the swelling in his
chest. A feeling of ownership and rightness took root and then took over. In
that moment he knew he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep the three of
them together.

And with that promise to himself he climbed onto the bed,
easing himself between Chelsea’s legs before pushing her thighs wide enough to
accommodate his shoulders. Sprawling on his stomach he shoved her legs even
wider and used his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze. She was wet, pink and
swollen. His mouth watered so badly he had to swallow twice before he dared to
lower his head.

That first touch was like magic and his lips against the
most feminine, secret part of her body was sublime. Dipping his tongue to lick
at the heat of her arousal he teased her, swirling around her clit before
sliding down again. She tasted sultry and innocent, sweet and wild, and he
couldn’t resist opening his mouth. Flattening his tongue he pressed against
her, licking her bottom to top and back again.

On the third pass she caught his rhythm, flexing her hips in
time with his pace, moving to his tempo. As soon as he began to feel her orgasm
build he changed his pattern, nipping at her outer lips before thrusting his
tongue inside her.

Once he had her writhing and begging and promising him the
world, he finally took pity on her. Sucking firmly on her clit, he shoved two
fingers inside and pumped hard, only managing a few strokes before she exploded
under his mouth. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she shoved her hips at
him, wringing every drop of pleasure she could get from his lips and fingers.

He gave her some time to come down but her muscles were
still twitching as he kissed his way up her body, licking the light sheen of
sweat from her skin. Nestling his head against her breast he tilted his head to
find Ari’s eyes on him.

“Your turn,” Tarkan said.

“No, I’ll take my turn next time. Let’s just get it done.”

Tarkan loved Ari like a brother but he was a complete pain
in the ass. And he was totally transparent. Ari had experienced one too many
hurts, one too many abandonments for him to leap into the situation with an
open heart but dragons would cease to fly before Tarkan let him get away with
that crap.

Easing himself onto one elbow, he stroked Chelsea’s shiny
brown hair with his free hand. “Did you like what I did to you, love?”

“Of course.” She gave him a strangely shy smile. “Couldn’t
you tell?”

“Yes, I could tell. In the very best way.” He let his hand
rove down, circling and cupping her breast. “Wouldn’t you like Ari to do that
to you as well? Wouldn’t you like to feel his mouth on you?”

He heard Ari mutter a colorful profanity under his breath
and Tarkan pressed his lips together against the smile that threatened. But the
amusement fled when Chelsea stilled under his hands.

“It’s not necessary,” she said. “Not every man likes doing…that.
I don’t want Ari to do anything he doesn’t want.” Tarkan just stared at her,
completely astonished that she would even think Ari was unwilling. Then she
continued and her voice grew so quiet he instinctively leaned forward.

“Some men think that part of a woman is smelly and nasty.” She
lowered her eyes so all he could see was the fan of her lashes. “Some men only
do it because their woman likes it and others find it a real turnoff.”

There was a story there but Tarkan was only capable of one
siege at a time and right now Ari was the asshole in his sights. Reaching
across Chelsea’s body he grabbed a fistful of Ari’s hair and wound it around
his fist. Tight enough to hurt.

“Are you seriously going to let her think you don’t want to?
That there’s something wrong with her?”

Ari winced at the pain but didn’t ask to be released. “You
are a fucking bastard.”

True. “But I’m your fucking bastard. And hers. And I’m not
going to let you make her feel she’s anything less than she should be.”

Ari didn’t say anything, so Tarkan waited him out. Eventually
Ari tried to pull his head away from Tarkan’s grip. “Let me go.”

As soon as he was free Ari leaned over Chelsea to place a
soft kiss on her lips. “I wasn’t holding back because I didn’t want to pleasure
you in that way. I just don’t want to overwhelm you, that’s all.”

Tarkan could hear the lie in Ari’s voice but now wasn’t the
time to call him out. Ari slid lower, kissing and sucking his way down Chelsea’s
body. “But if you’re happy for me to taste you, I’ll be delighted to put my
mouth all over you.”

Tarkan stretched himself out next to Chelsea, his body
pressed against her side, his arm cushioning her head. He rubbed his hand over
her belly, enjoying the softness of her skin but his attention was on his den-mate
and his reaction to that first kiss. Tarkan wasn’t disappointed.

Ari settled between her legs, took a deep, anticipatory
breath and kissed her all open mouth and questing tongue. Chelsea jerked in his
arms and moaned, and Tarkan watched as Ari closed his eyes in an agony of
pleasure. He kept them closed, ignoring all other senses but taste and touch as
he drove Chelsea higher in stages, alternating between fierce sucking and soft
gentle licks.

When Ari finally lifted his head, he looked at Tarkan with
eyes dark with arousal. Chelsea was writhing against him in need, keening and
begging, almost out of her mind with desire. When Ari moved from between her
legs she was so distraught she started to cry and Tarkan held her tight while
Ari bracketed her on the opposite side, smoothing away her tears.

“Shh, it’s all right, pretty girl. We won’t leave you hanging.
Tarkan is going to fuck you now and when he’s done it will be my turn. By the
time we’re finished you’ll be wrung out, satisfied, and ready for a nap. Won’t
she, Tarks?”

“Yes, she will.” Tarkan rolled onto his back and beckoned
Chelsea closer. “Bring your beautiful self over here and I’ll ease that ache
for you, love.”

Chelsea shot off the mattress and almost emasculated him in
her efforts to scramble over his body and align their hips. As she sat astride
him her wet core rubbed against his cock and she moaned, rocking her hips
against him, dropping her body down so her clit got enough friction.

It felt good, too good, and Tarkan had no desire to come
like this when he could come inside her body instead. He banded his arms around
Chelsea and halted her movement before appealing to Ari. “A little help please.”

Ari understood what he needed without lengthy explanations
and with his usual economy of movement he threw his leg over Tarkan’s flat form
and pulled Chelsea up so her back was pressed to his chest. Ari wrapped his
arms around her waist and raised himself to his knees, giving Tarkan enough
clearance to position his cock against the entrance to Chelsea’s body. Then Ari
rocked her, lowering her body onto Tarkan’s in increments so small they were both
almost out of their heads by the time he was fully seated.

Ari kept his hands on Chelsea’s waist, pressing her down
onto Tarkan’s length. All three were breathing hard.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl? Does the stretch and burn
of Tarkan’s cock make you shiver?”

“God yes. Please, please I need to move.”

“You want to fuck him?”

“Yes, yes of course I do.”

As much as Tarkan was appreciating the game and the dirty
talk, Chelsea wasn’t the only one hanging by a nail.

Ari pressed down harder. “Then look at him and say it. Tell
him what you want.”

She met Tarkan’s gaze, her wild, blue eyes a combination of
frustration and arousal. She looked like a goddess. “Tarkan, I want you to fuck
me. A lot. Right fucking now.”

Oh yeah, that was the kind of demand he couldn’t wait to get
used to. The instant Ari moved off his legs Tarkan thrust up into Chelsea’s
tight sheath. She fell forward, her hands on his chest, flexing and clawing
like a dragonet and riding him like he came with a saddle. Not that he cared. He
met her every motion, flexing into her as she pushed herself down on him,
pulling back as she lifted off. He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing and
rubbing, letting her movements determine how rough his touch would be.

“I’m close,” she panted, “so close. I need…”

Tarkan could have sent her over the edge himself but he
motioned to Ari, not willing to let him detach from what was going on. Ari
wriggled closer, snuggling his body against Tarkan’s as he wrapped his free arm
around Chelsea’s back. The other hand skimmed over Tarkan’s stomach, sliding up
to where he was joined to their woman before Ari found his way to her clit. Tarkan
was too close to orgasm to concentrate on anything but not coming. He had no
idea what Ari did but as soon as he touched Chelsea, she screamed like she was
being murdered. She convulsed on his cock so hard and tight he exploded into a
thousand pieces. His vision went black and his body ceased to have any form of
cohesion. All thought left him as his mind went blank and his cock and balls
burned with the heat of dragon fire. Shooting into Chelsea in long bursts of
agonizing pleasure, Ari seized, his muscles locking hard enough to break bone.