Szereto, Mellanie - Two from the Triangle [Bewitching Desires 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

Stripping off his clothes, Heath slipped in beside her. How could he have blamed her for their situation? Or worse yet, how could he have doubted her assertion that she wanted him? His conflicting actions must have been confusing to her, just as her moods had mystified him.

“What did Romána mean when she called us your true mates?” Rolling to his side, he cradled her breast in his hand, her pert nipple tickling his palm. He couldn’t help but voice the questions in his head, although he wouldn’t get answers until Heléna awakened. “Are we supposed get married and live happily ever after?”

“Unless we got delivered to a different Ohio from the one I’m thinking of, bigamy is illegal. But I can live with happily ever after.” Owen transferred a tray from his left hand to his right as he closed the bedroom door. Setting it on the dresser, he lifted the cover. “Hungry?”

“No.” Food was the last thing on Heath’s mind.

Replacing the lid, Owen sighed. “I think we’re going to have our hands full trying to convince Heléna to let us stay.”

“Yeah, well, from the looks of things, she can send us away—whether we want to go or not.” The possibility struck more fear in Heath’s heart than the bastard in the basement. Getting past his distrust of women paled in comparison. “I’m pretty sure I’d be willing to beg her not to.”

“No maybe about it.” Owen tossed his clothes in a pile on the floor as he undressed. A minute later, he slid under the covers on the other side of Heléna and threaded his fingers through hers. “I never believed in love at first sight, but now...”

Not surprised by his friend’s admission, Heath couldn’t help but examine his own feelings. Before he’d had to helplessly watch as she offered to go with Kazmer, he would’ve said that given time, he was likely to fall in love with her. Now, his doubts were gone. Imagining living or dying without her had put a brand new perspective on the prospect.

He wasn’t honorable enough to simply agree to leave if she told him to go. If she didn’t care for him and Owen, she wouldn’t have been susceptible to the implication that they’d rejected her. Kazmer might’ve been evil and insane, but he hadn’t been stupid. He’d used whatever means necessary to make Heléna see herself as weak, unwanted, and powerless.

“That was lust. Now it’s love.” Challenging Owen’s claim was as close to admitting his feelings as Heath could do for the time being. The woman who held his heart would hear the words first.

Owen levered up on his elbow, his mouth sliding into a grin. “She can’t use some rhyme to send us away if we’re always with her. Remember how she grabbed our hands before she got us out of that cellar? I think she had to touch us for all of us to go together. I’m not letting go of her until she accepts that we love her. You
do
love her, don’t you?”

Feigning sleep wouldn’t fool his friend, so Heath shrugged. That was all the answer he was giving.

“Coward.”

Heath wasn’t about to rise to the bait. He’d made his decision, and Owen’s taunting wouldn’t change his mind. “Damn right. Now shut up so I can sleep.”

A low laugh came from the opposite side of the bed, but he closed his eyes and savored the familiar scent of the woman he lay next to. The subtle, flowery smell suited her. Sweet. Wild. Sexy. He’d gladly wake up with her in his arms every morning for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, making it happen might not be an easy task.

* * * *

Disconcerting dreams tried to pull her back into their grasp, but Heléna forced her eyes open after a yawn. Bright moonlight from the bathroom window reflected off the dresser mirror, casting her bedroom in a golden glow. As much as she wished to wallow in the warmth surrounding her, she couldn’t ignore the insistent growling in her stomach. When had she last eaten? What day was it, for that matter?

“Hungry?”

The husky voice in her ear triggered a quick uterine contraction and a flood of wetness to her pussy. Hormones rushed through her veins, changing her need for food to a longing for something much more important.

“Yes, hungry for you.” She tightened her fingers around the hand linked with hers and stroked along the lightly furred thigh lying over her legs. “And you.”

Owen caressed her cheek, tilting her face toward him as he leaned in. The light brush of his lips on hers stoked the flames threatening to overtake her body. “I hope we can satisfy your appetite.”

A whisper tickled her neck, sending shivers across her bare skin. “I thought you’d never wake up. Are you feeling better?”

She resisted the urge to tell Heath she needed some very specific treatments to recuperate—like his dick in her mouth while Owen fucked her pussy. He probably wouldn’t appreciate her teasing, judging by the concern in his voice. “Yes. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome.” His palm made a slow circle over her nipple, and she sighed at the wonderful zings of sensation. “Would you like for me to take care of anything else for you?”

A smile curved her mouth upward at his question. “I’d really like a bath, if you don’t mind. A tongue bath. I want my cunt nice and clean for Owen’s cock.”

His chuckle assured her he wouldn’t mind at all. “With pleasure, Heléna.”

Easing his leg off her body, he tossed the blankets to the end of the bed and left a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulder as he moved toward his target. Each tantalizing press of his lips drove her desire higher. The slow, sweet torture threatened her sanity and had her inner muscles trembling with anticipation.

Owen cradled her face in his hands and nuzzled her cheek. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat something first?”

“Oh, I’m going to eat all right. Heath is the perfect size to fill my mouth, and I wouldn’t want to leave him out while you’re inside me.”

Heath’s groan vibrated through her breast as he suckled the puckered tip. He grinned up at her, the relaxed humor in his eyes surprising her. “Not sure I’ll last long enough to get there if you keep talking like that, sweetheart.”

What had changed since she fell asleep? Her moody pilot had seemed too reserved for lighthearted teasing, let alone a full-out smile. “Then maybe we should skip my tongue bath and start on yours.”

Pushing up on his elbow, he lowered his eyebrows at her. “Not a chance. I’ve been dying for a taste of you since you were prancing around the beach in those skimpy underpants.”

Her heart skipped a beat. He’d been attracted to her all along? Physical attraction might not equal love, but at least her hormones would be appeased. She could live with that. Not that she had a choice.
Let it go. You’ll have extraordinary memories to look back on after they have to leave.

Owen left a damp path as he traced the outer curve of her ear with his tongue. “The wet, braless look had my balls in knots. Mind if I have a taste of your lovely berries?”

Drowning in the need to mate, she spread her thighs for Heath and nudged Owen toward her breasts.

Chapter 11

Owen didn’t fight Heléna’s prompting. He’d gladly amuse himself with her pert tits until Heath gave her the first orgasm of the night. After watching her sleep for a day and a half, Owen planned to make up for lost time. Hopefully, orgasm number two would arrive with his own when he fucked her hard and fast. If she didn’t collapse from a pair, he’d give her a third one.

Settling next to her, he drew a lazy ring around the pretty pink nipple with his tongue as Heath lay on his stomach near the foot of the bed. Their threesome experience had obliterated any doubts they had about sharing her. With an unobstructed view of her dark triangle of curls, Owen looked forward to watching his friend go down on their woman. Bringing her pleasure together might be unconventional, but it sure as hell turned him on.

As Heath kissed his way up Heléna’s inner thigh, Owen eased closer and closer to her puckered tip. Finally, he couldn’t stop himself from sucking the firm berry between his lips. She arched against him, and he glanced downward in time to see Heath open her folds and run his tongue through her musk-scented pussy. The delectable tart flavor of her juices returned to his taste buds from the sight.

Focusing on flicking back and forth over her tight nub, Owen let his hand wander over the silky skin of her stomach. Tiny tremors rippled through his fingertips as a desperate-sounding moan carried to his ears. She packed a lot of sexiness into her petite feminine body.

He followed the contours of her ribs up to the slight curve of her breast, intent on escalating her passion to new levels and proving that his craving for her exceeded her desire for him.

Her needy whimpers jacked up the blood flowing to his cock, and he ground his aching erection against her leg. Giving her other nipple a gentle flick, he released the one in his mouth. “I’m so ready to be inside you, honey.”

With another glance at Heath, Owen had to flex his abdominals to keep from exploding. His friend fluttered his tongue across her clit as Heléna gave a high-pitched cry and arched off the bed. She trembled and convulsed for several long seconds before her muscles went slack.

Reaching up to caress her cheek, Owen rose to cover her mouth in a deep kiss. A slow sweep past her lips told him she was every bit as ready as he was for more. Rather than accepting the unhurried kiss, she met him in a fervent sparring of tongues. No leisurely glides led to soft sighs. Her forceful thrusts meant shallow gasps for air and erratic pounding of his pulse in his head.

“My turn with that beautiful mouth.” Heath broke the sensuous exchange with his words.

Owen couldn’t blame him. He eased away to smile at Heléna, her dark eyes half closed. “My turn with that delicious pussy.”

He grasped her waist to slide her down as he crawled to the foot of the bed. While he knelt at the vee of her thighs, Heath tucked pillows beneath her head until her chin was level with his balls.

Wrapping Heléna’s shapely legs around his waist, Owen struggled not to shove himself balls-deep inside her in a single hard thrust. After waiting so many hours for her to wake, his patience had worn thin. All he wanted right now was to take them both to heaven in the quickest mode possible. Finesse and lingering touches had to stand in line behind the need to fuck her again.

She reached out to him, her fingertips feathering across his bare chest and down to his belly button. Her hand closed around his dick, guiding him to her slick entrance. “Now. Please now, Owen.”

He didn’t even try to hold in his groan at her determined grasp. “Next time, I’ll last longer. I promise.”

“I’m not doing a thorough job of turning you on if you can go for a long time.” Her smile made his pulse jump. “Besides, I like it hard and fast.”

She rocked her hips upward, her body swallowing him whole as she closed her lips around Heath’s cock and moaned.

Grabbing for the headboard, Heath shook the entire bed with his shudder. “Hard and fast is good. Great, in fact.”

With all in accordance, Owen saw no reason to control his response to her inner muscles contracting around him. He set a pace sure to bring them both to the end of the race in record time.

Even with his rough tempo, her slick cunt smoothed the way to a quick glide in and a fluid slide out. The mattress shook with his thrusts, making her nipples jiggle in the same erratic rhythm. The combination of harsh breaths, rising groans, and desperate bodies slapping together urged him to put more effort into their joining. To bring them immeasurable pleasure.

Every deep plunge created breath-stealing friction, her snug tunnel stroking him along his swollen length. She fit him perfectly, hugging him like he’d been made for her. He bit his lower lip to keep from shouting the words ringing in his mind.

I love you, Heléna. God, how I love you!

His nuts pulled up tight, signaling his approaching orgasm. He drove into her again as her muffled cries were almost drowned out by Heath’s sudden yell. A burst of heat shot up his cock, and he came, the physical connection sending him flying.