Guilty as Sin (38 page)

Her tail gripped him crackingly hard, pulling him into her. Roaring his pleasure, Dax

flexed his huge body faster and faster and then froze as if he
‟
d flown into a wall. His

tailtip slapped up against Michael
‟
s balls, the pain a perfect bite tipping him over the

edge.

Thrashing, Michael opened his mouth to yell, but no sound emerged. Ecstasy

racked him, depriving him of all senses save the divine rush of rut and spill. It seemed

to last forever, his hips jerking over and over. He collapsed, the breath rasping in his

throat as if he
‟
d been screaming for hours.

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In the silence, all he could hear was the pulse beating in his ears, someone gasping

and whimpering and the steady drip of water. The heavy perfume of Bubba
‟
s bath oil

failed to mask the sweet, pungent smell of sex.

Dax stirred. “Lise, can you—?” He sounded half strangled. “Fuck,
please
.”

Michael lifted his heavy head.

Lise sighed and stretched, long and lean, like a self-satisfied cat. Then she sat up,

dislodging Michael, to his infinite regret.

She gifted Dax with a brilliant smile. “Gods yes,” she said, and leaned in to lick the

corner of his mouth, more catlike than ever. “But let
‟
s shift to the bed.” She chuckled.

“You
‟
ll go all wrinkly.”

Dax
‟
s eyes were wild, his face still ruddy with passion. “Not likely,” he said, and

stood up.

Despite all Michael could do, his jaw dropped. The Aetherii was still fiercely,

violently erect, water streaming down a magnificent golden column of flesh, the head as

round and rosy red as a ripe
gaeta
fruit, but with a touch of the bronze flush that was all

Dax
‟
s own.

“
But you came
,” he said. “Didn
‟
t you? I…felt it.”

Dax gave a jerky nod. “You had your turn,” he growled. “Mine now.”

Laughing, Lise wound her arms around his neck.

Michael couldn
‟
t resist reaching out to touch, to trace an intriguing vein all the way

from tip to base with his forefinger. “Twister, what are you? Sixteen?”

Dax hissed, rocking forward into the caress. “No, I
‟
m Aetherii.” He shot Michael

the strangest look from under thick russet lashes. There was masculine pride there—

well, fuck, of course—and something else that he couldn
‟
t quite grasp, concealed.

Frowning, Michael climbed out of the tub. A couple of admittedly shaky steps and

he was heading toward the bed with an armful of thick bathsheets. He tossed them

down, retaining one to swipe over his chest. “Get over here,” he said. Then he added,

because he couldn
‟
t help it, “I
‟
ll take care of you.”

“Promise?” smiled Lise.

Dax grunted, “Good.”

Dax took Lise
‟
s hand, drawing her forward, their tails twining happily behind

them, and Michael reached out with his towel. Ah, Twister, fuck it all to the seven icy

hells.

Flinging it away, he grabbed Dax
‟
s arm and forced him down to the bed, Lise

following in a tumble of gray feathers and smooth ivory limbs and breathless laughter.

“You,” he rasped at Dax. “Lie the fuck right there.”

He met Lise
‟
s gaze across the broad, golden expanse of the Aetherii
‟
s heaving chest,

his wings spread wide beneath him, draping off the edge of the bed.

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“Slow,” Michael snarled. “So slow he screams our names.” He gulped in a breath,

his cock twitching back to life, game to the last. “Yeah?”

Lise
‟
s eyes went a wicked molten silver and her lips curved in a reckless, joyous

smile. “You have the baddest ideas, thief,” she said.

“No.” Dax reared up on his elbows. “Lise, we
‟
re doing this for you. We—”

“This is what I want, what I choose.” Lise slammed a palm between his pectorals

and he allowed her to shove him down. “So shut up.” As he subsided, she grinned and

dropped a kiss on the end of his nose. “
Farm boy
.”

Then she bent her head and sucked a bronze nipple into her mouth.

Dax
‟
s head fell back. “Rip the fucking—”

If he
‟
d ever possessed any finesse in bed, Michael couldn
‟
t recall it. He swooped,

wrapping his mouth around the head of Dax
‟
s cock, and it was as hot and as smooth

and as bitter-salty-tasty as he
‟
d imagined, but so wide he had to change his angle in

order to run his tongue all the way around the soft collar of sensitive skin.

Dax made a kind of strangled noise and Michael redoubled his efforts, using a tight

fist to pump up to meet his mouth, adding the kind of subtle twist he liked himself.

Then slim, strong fingers joined his and there was room for them both. Dax
‟
s hips were

rising off the mattress and Michael braced his arms across the man
‟
s flat belly, holding

him down so he wouldn
‟
t choke on that gorgeous godsbedamn monster cock. Big

fingers tunneled into his hair, gripping hard, but he didn
‟
t care, he liked the tugs that

showed he was driving Dax out of his mind.

The Aetherii
‟
s solid girth tasted so good,
felt
so good rubbing over the flat of his

tongue, crammed up against his hard palate, filling him with Dax
‟
s unique flavor and

scent, with the other man
‟
s pleasure, until he could think of nothing else, his whole

world the flesh in his mouth, in his fist. Then Dax groaned and Lise
‟
s tongue flickered

against Michael
‟
s and everything became wet and smooth and gloriously hot and

messy.

“Yes,” she gasped against his mouth. “Yes!” Her hair brushed his cheek as they

bent to pleasure Dax together. Every few suckles and licks their lips met, their breath

coming in harsh little pants as they passed Dax
‟
s taste between them.

Dax
‟
s moans began to run together, a continuous rumbling song of pleasure almost

too great to bear.

Feathers flickered against Michael
‟
s inner thigh and goose flesh rose all over his

body, pulling his testicles up tight. The flicker became an insistent rub, smooth and

silken against tingling crinkled skin. Oh gods, sumptuous, like nothing he
‟
d ever felt.

Michael spread his legs and pushed back. Who the fuck cared if he was bleating like a

little girl?

He slipped one hand down between Dax
‟
s smooth muscular thighs, loving the satin

glide of the hairless skin. Dax
‟
s balls felt like warm velvet beneath his questing

fingertips. He cupped them, rolling them in his palm with exactly the right degree of

pressure, enough for mind-numbing pleasure with a subtle bite of pain.

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Wait a—

What was wrong with the man? One side was grossly swollen, full and tight to

bursting—but not the other.

The tailtip between his legs shifted, but he was too distracted even to wonder

whose it was. It flicked to and fro, at first softly then with increasing urgency until it

was beating rhythmically against Michael
‟
s cock, a whip with the sweetest, silkiest

lashes. His hips jerked in an instinctive motion, but he couldn
‟
t get enough pressure. A

whine forced itself out from between his teeth. He might as well be fucking air.

With a supreme effort of will, he pulled off Dax
‟
s cock, watching Lise
‟
s pink tongue

flicker and probe where he
‟
d been. “You…all right?” he panted. He stroked a gentle

thumb across the velvet skin.

Dax reared up, his eyes blazing. “Close,” he growled. Michael
‟
s scalp stung with

the strength of the Aetherii
‟
s grip on his hair. “Fuck! Go on, go on!”

If he was in pain, it was clearly the good kind. Michael filed the strangeness away.

He
‟
d find out later.

Dipping his head, he nuzzled Lise
‟
s cheek. “You stroke, sweetheart. Let me suck.”

“Gods.” Lise
‟
s throat moved as she swallowed. Her gaze traveled from the slim

fingers wrapped around Dax
‟
s thick golden shaft to his tormented face and back again.

“Watch. Want to watch.” Slowly, she began to pump, the soft outer skin sliding over an

engorged core.

Michael sucked Dax back in, no teasing now, just brutal pulling suction, over and

over, allowing the blunt head to butt at the back of his throat. Dax began to thrash, his

moans dropping half an octave. The tail between Michael
‟
s legs slithered around his

shaft, coiling once then twice. The shock stole his breath and his jaw clenched, his teeth

scraping ever so lightly.

Dax roared.

The thick column of flesh rippled, and abruptly, Michael was gulping, swallowing

frantically, Dax
‟
s orgasm hot and slippery and bittersweet and amazingly good. His

head whirled.

The tail squeezed unmercifully and his cock convulsed with pain and pleasure, the

seed spurting out of him in small, luscious spasms that made him writhe and groan, his

whole body jerking with hard-won ecstasy.

“No,” he heard Dax gasp. He looked up in time to see him grab Lise
‟
s hand, pulling

busy fingers away from the lush, inviting flesh between her thighs.

Lise swore, her wings arching high and Dax caught his breath and said firmly, “No.

Mine. Ours.”

Michael drew the back of his hand across his mouth, licking his lips, tasting Dax
‟
s

essence, knowing him in one of the most intimate ways one man could know another. A

strange kind of ownership. Ah, Twister,
yes!
One down. Now for the other.

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As he lunged forward, Dax grabbed Lise
‟
s thigh and pulled it out of the way,

splaying her open. Everything had happened so fast, the aftershocks were still zinging

through Michael. He rode them, shuddering, as he put his open mouth on Lise
‟
s

delicate ruffled folds, nuzzling, licking and suckling. Ah, gods, earthy-musky, sweeter

than Dax, but tart and salty. His nose was full of the smell of aroused woman, his head

spinning with it. He could hear her sobbing with pleasure, her hands shaking in his

hair, Dax
‟
s voice a purring growl in the background urging her on.

Her clit was sitting up, clear of its little hood, glistening a luscious rosy pink. Two

big fingers slid down through the gray downy feathers and bracketed it gently, offering

it up like a single perfect
summerberry
on a plate. Gods, they worked well together, him