His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1) (8 page)

Ilona popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. Smiling, she bared fangs.

Her smile is so empty until you fill it,
Lukina’s words echoed in his head. His knees were weak. He reached for her shoulder to steady himself.

“Let your mind be free of consciousness.”

He nodded, his mind barely registering the words.

J
ózsi turned to face Lukina
. He focused on her eyes; the most expressive part of her had always been her eyes. Such passion, such emotion in those bright green eyes, where flames rose higher and higher.

He yelped and sucked in a breath. Ilona’s teeth nibbled his lower back, grazing his ass with her fangs.

A hand slapped his ass. Pain exploded in his thigh. He turned around and looked at Ilona. “You’re a little sh—”

Lukina’s hands grabbed his head and forced him to face her. Seizing his mouth with hers, she forced her tongue down his throat, exploring, protruding, and wrestling with his tongue.

Taking control of their kiss, he sucked on her tongue, stroking it with his. Her tongue flicked over his bottom lip. Józsi pulled away from the kiss, taking a deep breath. The steam in the room had clouded things a bit, but not enough to distract Józsi. He saw both women clearly, smelled the minute differences in their arousal scents. Lukina, a bit feminine but musky, Ilona of the sunflowers.

Lukina lunged forward, her mouth capturing his again in a passionate kiss.

His hands explored her naked body, grabbing a breast. His fingers were rough in their exploration of her body, squeezing her breast.

Tiny noises escaped from Lukina.

He felt Ilona’s lips on his inner thigh. Canines nipped into his skin. Nails raked down his body, dug into his thigh. He yelped, let out a harsh breath through gritted teeth while the pain burned so deliciously. A hand slipped between his thighs and began massaging the tender spot just behind his balls.

Shuddering, he leaned into Lukina, mouthing a groan against her lips. His cock bobbed nearly straight up between his and Lukina’s body.

Pressed against her belly, she took hold of him. She tilted her head and gave him a pouty look. “I want this in me this time.”

He looked back at Ilona. Her hands busily played with herself and his scrotum. She nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” His voice had become raspy. Control slipped through his fingers when Lukina pumped him once, twice.

Jerking his hips forward, he felt Lukina’s wetness brush over the head of his cock. Hesitant to enter her, he paused.

She looked at him, her eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”

He started to speak, but stammered. “I, I don’t—”

Ilona took hold of his cock and reached around him, slipping two fingers inside Lukina.

Lukina made an unidentifiable noise.

Józsi watched Ilona’s fingers crook upwards, pulling Lukina toward him.

“This,” she pumped Józsi’s cock, “goes here.”

With help, Lukina sank down on Józsi’s cock.

Both of them sighed blissfully.

Her pussy was different than Ilona’s, felt different, was tighter, hotter. Still, it felt awkward until his hands were pulled behind his back.

“Come with me.” Ilona slid onto the bed, lying on her back.

With Lukina wrapped around him, Józsi moved backward. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt Ilona’s legs wrap around his thighs.

Lukina adjusted herself so that she straddled them both. Plunging herself down on his cock, she cried out. “Lean back,
drágám.
Darling.”

Józsi rested up on his arms, feeling Ilona’s hands caress his long hair. Fingers tangling up in his scalp sent enthralling waves throughout him, calming him, forcing his focus on just what he had before him.

“Lie down,” Lukina bobbed up and down on his cock, her hair swinging over her breasts. The bed creaked beneath them.

Józsi did as he was told and lay against the harsh, itchy comforter. Feeling Ilona’s tiny hands on either side of his face, he waited.

“Close your eyes and enjoy.”

“But what about your enjo—” Two fingers pressed over his lips. He inhaled sharply; the scent of feminine arousal was ever-present, delicious.

He licked at her fingers, coaxing them into his mouth. Sucking her juices from her fingers, he closed his eyes.

Lukina’s pussy gripped and squeezed his cock, bringing his attention back to her. His body tingled in anticipation.

He felt the bed shift. Looking up, he saw Ilona’s beautiful shaved pussy above him.

Józsi saw perfect folds of flesh surrounded by smooth, soft skin glistening with moisture. Reaching for her thighs, he spread her plump lips apart. She glistened in what little light there was. Eagerly, he lifted his head and placed his tongue flatly against her opening.

A breath caught in Ilona’s throat. She swallowed hard, settling her pussy just above his mouth.

Glancing down at Lukina, he saw her stick her fingers inside herself and bring them out again when they were wet enough. Józsi watched Lukina’s hands caress his stomach and massage Ilona’s round ass. Two fingers pushed between Ilona’s ass cheeks.

“Yes,” Ilona arched her hips upwards.

Józsi’s tongue plunged deep inside Ilona’s pussy, slipping in and out of her hole, licking and searching her folds for her hot button. The little nub peaked out from slick flesh. Latching onto it with his teeth, he nibbled her clit lightly.

She cried out, writhing above him, shoving her pussy against his mouth.

Lukina’s fingers slid inside Ilona’s ass, wriggling in and out.

“You’re both going to make me come so fucking hard!” Józsi’s mind had left him, replaced by sensation, hands, and thighs brushing against skin, smells of sex, wanton and musky.

Lukina fell forward, hair brushing over his skin, breasts crushing against his rigid chest.

Rocking his hips upwards, he thrust into her heat, enjoying the feel of the burn he knew would surely kill him. A velvety fist so tight it gripped him perfectly made his stomach muscles clench. Reaching up with his hand, he slid two fingers inside Ilona’s sopping, greedy pussy and began massaging her, rubbing furiously over her slick clit.

She groaned, crying out louder and louder, rocking against his hand and mouth, and rocking against the fingers in her ass.

Lukina slapped Ilona’s ass. “Come for me, baby. Just like we practiced!”

Ilona hollered, “Oh God, oh God oh God damn, fuck him, Lukina, make us all come!”

Józsi’s hands spread Ilona’s lips apart farther. Sinking his tongue in as deep as it would go, he swirled it around from top to bottom, flicking it rapidly over her clit.

A hand gripped his; Lukina’s tiny fingers grabbed on for dear life. She bobbed and slammed down on his cock repeatedly.

Tension built inside him, inside them all. He was on the brink of orgasm; a few more thrusts would put him over the edge. He stopped moving.

Selfishly, Lukina’s pussy sucked and slurped his cock, forcing his orgasm from him. His entire body tensed, hands balled into fists so tightly his knuckles were white.

Lukina’s hips gripped him.

Ilona’s thighs closed around his head, making it hard to breath. “Right there, Józsi, right there, Lukina. Oh my!”

“Come!”

It was a command.

As if it’d been rehearsed, Józsi came in forceful spurts deep inside Lukina. Slamming his eyes shut tightly, he saw stars behind his eyelids. Blue and yellow, gray and red. Explosions that rocked his very being into a state of higher awareness and arousal.

Ilona’s pussy was drenched in her own juices, her clit so wet when the orgasm washed through her that the fingers buried inside her kept slipping out. She laughed aloud, nearly losing her balance over Józsi.

Tasting tangy, musty arousal, Józsi sucked her love juices from her, swallowing every last drop. Flicking his tongue over her pussy again, he lapped and licked her into another orgasm.

Lukina bounced, falling forward, her body convulsing around his. Shaking violently, she came too, yelling out words in Hungarian Józsi didn’t know.

He came again, spilling his seed deep inside Lukina.

With cum dripping down her thighs, she fell forward, her body dead weight on top of his.

Ilona fell forward too, rolling off his face. She sat up slowly, moving so she laid on his other side.

All three were drenched in sweat, covered completely in someone’s come.

Lukina kissed Józsi’s face, licking Ilona’s juice from his mouth.

Ilona played with Józsi’s cock and brought her come slicked hand to her mouth. Tasting his salty juice, she smiled.

All three of them had exchanged body fluids, binding them together in the deepest manner possible in his world.

“Sleep,” he muttered and closed his eyes.

The world could be dealt with tomorrow.

Awakening slowly, Józsi's muscles ached but he didn't care. The scent of sex still mingled with his and added more sensations to the memory of lovemaking with Lukina and Ilona.

The two of them snuggled closer in their sleep, making it easier for his heart to win the fight between his logical self and emotional self.

The strain on his body was evident until Ilona took hold of his hand and started to heal him through use of energy transfer. He still moved slowly through the hall of the hotel but her energy seeped into him and calmed him, helping him to replace his furrowed eyebrows and tight expression with a lighter smile.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass, saw his damp and disheveled hair. The slight curl of his lips amused him.

In truth, his mood seemed softened too. The pressure in his shoulders seemed less too. And unlike earlier when he snapped at the innkeeper, he actually gave the old woman a charming smile, paid her and left with Lukina and Ilona each holding a hand.

Of course as they neared Budapest and Ferenc Lizt airport, Ilona's grip on his hand tightened. He searched her aura, sniffed the air, found fear. He glanced down at Ilona, her eyes wide and lips trembling. “What’s wrong?”

She turned her head from him. “I’ve never flown before.”

“This is easy. It’s a fourteen hour flight from Budapest. We stop in France for a layover and then on to Texas, where I call home.”

“You seem so sure of yourself. How many times have you done this?”

Did he tell them the truth? He'd been back several times the first four years he'd lived in Texas, just to see his lovers grow up and make sure they were safe on some level? He looked at her, searching her eyes. Sweeping his lips over hers in a chaste kiss, he tilted her chin back for another round before security interrupted them, ushering them through the line.

“Enough to know how to do this,
drága.
” Darling.

“Okay.” She smiled weakly.

“Besides,” Lukina gave Ilona's hand a squeeze, “I’m here. And I have flown quite a lot.”

Ilona nodded slowly.

Onboard the plane, Józsi asked for wine and had glasses poured for all three of them. After the wine was finished, he asked for vodka drinks. After four rounds, Ilona was asleep, her head on his shoulder, long hair fallen in her face.

Lukina kept her hand in his.

The flight itself was long and without incident, thankfully. Józsi continued to keep tabs on the niggling feeling he had that they were being watched, making sure not to make any eye contact. More or less, he picked up the aura, and even in the controlled environment of the cabin, the scent of distrust, white hot pepper, lingered.

Despite needing to relieve himself, he never left his lovers sides, which brought out a realization.

It hadn't taken long but somehow in the midst of all this mess, Józsi felt the bond between the three of them begin to re-establish itself in his heart. Dread worried him, drown out mostly by the alcohol, about what would happen once he told them they were breaking off contact completely from the Opeth pack.

They'd get over it eventually.

Right?

* * *

S
eventeen hours later
, the sun had set in Houston, Texas. From the forecast, they learned that snow had been falling for two days straight, blanketing the city in a light coat.

Picking up a rental was easy but shuffling a tired Ilona and Lukina remained difficult. In truth they'd all had a hectic past few days and this would mark roughly almost ninety-six hours of time they'd spent together, thirty-six of which were spent on a plane for him and Lukina. More for her, considering she probably hopped the first flight out of Budapest once her situation became dire.

Blazing down I-10, Józsi kept vigilant watch for anything suspect, the feeling they were being watched since Paris still hadn't vanished.

The staggering number of cars on the road at this hour puzzled Ilona when they connected to I-45 and began heading downtown toward Clear Lake. At this hour in Hungary, depending on what went on in the city, traffic could be light or heavy but with the pack being remote from Budapest, only Lukina would have known about the cultural differences since the other wolves didn't leave the lands much, if at all.

For him, it was only ten PM. Ilona had never left the country and Lukina's internal clock adjusted quickly thanks to her frequent travel. Yes, they'd talked about her trip back to the States to retrieve Marco and how she, more than anyone else, wanted his return until Selene, the pack witch, fell in love with the bastard.

Yes, his youth would someday let him lead this ragtag band of wolves to greatness.

Józsi had no hope for anything, especially if he was supposed to be Alpha, not Marco. How would that work?