Tales of the Djinn: The Double (14 page)

His slit was leaking. She couldn’t resist rubbing the silky wetness around the delicate skin. His quiver of response pleased her shamefully.

He dropped his mouth to her ear. “You see,” he growled. “I’m wet for you too.”

“I’m just doing this,” she warned. “I won’t take you inside me.”

“Yes,” he agreed, panting harder as she began to jerk him off in earnest. His pelvis undulated like he was making love to her hand. “Between your legs is his territory.” He hissed with need and pleasure. “Just help me find release.”

She wanted to but her conscience started fighting back. Cade would
not
be okay with this. Did she want to risk what she’d found with him? She didn’t want to hurt Arcadius either. She’d already said she’d do this. Taking it back was rude. Not that being rude mattered compared to betraying someone you loved.

Unless she loved Arcadius too . . . She shook her head. That was silly. She’d only just met him. Not that she’d known Cade all that long.

“God,” she said, taking her hand off him to squeeze her temples in confusion.

“
Don’t
,” said a voice behind her.

She spun. Cade had woken. Naked, he stood like an avenging angel in the arch to the dressing room. To her eyes, he looked furious.

“She was stopping,” Arcadius said in defense of her. He’d put his hands on her shoulders. He was squeezing them in support.

“I know what she was doing,” Cade said levelly. “And I can imagine why. You look like me. You feel like me. She can’t help wanting you.”

Arcadius’s grip tightened. “I played on her sympathy.”

“Perhaps you deserve it. No, I don’t mean because you’re injured. I mean because you can’t help wanting her. We’re linked,” he said to Elyse. “When I want you, he feels it too.”

“He told me,” she said. Should she divulge what he’d said about seeing her in the bath? “He, um, he seems to think he’s attracted to me on his own.”

Cade’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He looked from her to Arcadius. Elyse felt him shrug. “She’s . . . grown on me.”

“She does that,” Cade observed.

Well. That took Elyse aback. Had Cade thought her plain initially too?

His next words drove the question from her head. “Do what he wants.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do what he wants. When he’s unsatisfied, so am I. As you can see.”

He spread his hands. Elyse blinked in a quick flurry. The fact that she hadn’t noticed his erection proved how distressed she’d been at him walking in. His cock was huge, the rigid shaft standing nearly vertical. Probably it wasn’t appropriate to compare, but he was a teensy bit longer than Arcadius.

How was that possible anyway?

“Um,” she said, wondering how a woman was supposed to think under these conditions. “You’re sure you’re okay with me giving him a hand job?”

“That isn’t what he really wants,” Cade said in a low rough tone.

The flood of heat that washed through her temporarily blanked her mind. Arcadius’s hands went very tight on her shoulders.

“You’d let me . . . have intercourse with your consort?” Arcadius’s disbelief was apparent, as was his arousal. His voice was as husky as Cade’s had been.

“She is my beloved,” Cade said. “And, yes, I would allow that. I will remain here while you take her.”

He announced this as autocratically as Arcadius would have.

“I don’t think he can take you standing,” he added. “He isn’t steady enough for that.”

Elyse couldn’t help but gape at him.

“Fine,” he said, crossing the room to her. “I see you need my help to get this started.”

He took the neck of her tunic and ripped it to the hem.

“Cade,” she gasped.

He kissed her as hard and deep as his double had. Elyse’s nerves had just long enough to go crazy for new reasons.

“Do it,” Cade broke the kiss to say tightly. “Feeling how much he needs this is making me crazy.”

Arcadius got on board sooner than she did, though perhaps he was crazy too. Positioned behind her, he pulled the torn tunic down her arms.

“Kneel,” he ordered. “Hands and knees on the rug.”

Her will couldn’t stand against both men’s. She started to obey, but apparently not in the manner Cade’s double wished. He shifted her to the side so that the tri-fold mirror reflected her. “Brace your arms on the shelves. And spread your legs wider.”

Cade didn’t object, so she did as he asked. Arcadius went to his knees behind her. He wasn’t well enough to do it without lumbering but he got there. As he did, Cade’s breathing got quicker.

Maybe, given how alike they looked, this was like watching yourself have sex in a home movie.

Arcadius probably wasn’t concerned with that. He folded himself around her, hard hot muscle and male bulk. His cock rested on her butt as he played his right hand over her breasts and belly—as if claiming these parts of her for his own. Elyse couldn’t stop quivering. Arcadius kissed the nape of her neck where her messy curls fell forward.

“Turn your head,” he said, the instruction firm without being hard. “Watch me go into you.”

She turned, her eyes automatically rising to catch Cade’s in the mirror. He stared at them with his lips parted. When he saw her attention was on him, he fell to his knees as well. His hands curled on his thighs like he wanted to touch something—either himself or her. Arcadius’s caresses traveled lower, burrowing between her labia to find the creamy wetness her clit and pussy were swimming in. Cade bit his lip hard enough to whiten it.

“Watch
me
,” Arcadius said softly.

This time she complied. He pulled his hips back, his cock teasing around her ass as he shifted lower for entry. Her quivers became a shiver. He drove two fingers inside her so deeply they disappeared. Watching that was exciting—and never mind how good it felt.

A moan of pleasure wrenched from her.

“Good,” he said, softer yet. His eyes closed. He was concentrating on her reactions as he simultaneously explored her pussy and thumbed her clit. His stroking was delicious but too gentle. She squirmed around his fingers, wanting to plead for more but feeling like she shouldn’t with Cade watching.

Maybe Arcadius knew. Maybe he liked tormenting her.

Finally, Arcadius’s lashes lifted again.

He removed his hand from her, his fingers shining with her juices. He used those fingers to aim his cock at her. Her stomach jerked with anticipation, her hips tilting higher instinctively. Her eyes were locked to his in the mirror. He touched her entrance with his smooth tip.

Cade would have said something at this point. His double simply held her gaze and pushed slo-owly into her.

The sound she made lasted as long as his entry. Only when he drew slowly back did she get to gulp for breath.

“Fuck.” Cade’s shaky curse held a kind of awe. “No,” he said when she would have looked at him. “You two go on doing what you are.”

Had Arcadius glanced over at Cade too? She couldn’t see Cade in the mirror anymore. Arcadius’s reflection was blocking his. Did Cade prefer to keep his reactions to himself? Maybe they were more intense than he wanted to let on. The possibility tightened her sheath in an aching clench. Arcadius grunted at the pressure around his flesh. Oh, this situation pushed her buttons to the max. In truth, she hadn’t known she
had
buttons for these things.

Arcadius pushed into her again, not quite as slowly as before. His nonverbal style was provocative. She had to watch and listen closely to figure out what he was feeling. His heart beat harder as he came into her. His head fell forward, his mouth opening on her shoulder. His ragged breathing washed over her.

“Please,” she whispered, driven past refraining. “Go faster than you are.”

He filled his lungs with air and started pistoning into her.

It was instant heaven. She stretched one arm back to catch at his hip and encourage him. Arcadius might not have been saying words but he was making noise. Given the urgency of the sounds, she didn’t expect him to last long. She came herself in two minutes, and still he went at her.

“Damn it,” Arcadius panted, pumping his length into her from a new angle.

Elyse bent both arms on the shelving so she could push harder back at him. It didn’t seem to help. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go over. Maybe I really am too tired.”

“Maybe—” She sucked in air as she nearly went over again herself. “Maybe you should let me be on top.”

He laughed breathlessly.

“It isn’t a joke. I can do the work.”

His cock pulsed and got harder. Whatever he might think, he didn’t hate the idea.

“Sit her on your lap,” Cade said. Their rhythm hitched as they looked at him. “Shift her around to face me. I think I know what the problem is.”

“You think
you
know.” Despite the raggedness of his breath, Arcadius’s tone was snide.

Cade’s eyes narrowed. “Do you want to come or not?”

Arcadius cursed but did as Cade advised. He banded one arm around her ribs to lift her against him. She felt the thudding of his heart on her spine.

“Move back,” Cade said. “You can brace your weight on the other shelf.”

Arcadius moved, making room for Cade to shift into the space before the mirror. The second man faced her on his knees. His diaphragm bellowed in and out, his erection standing up bold and flushed. Elyse’s pulse went crazy.

Apart from where his kneecaps bumped hers, he hadn’t touched her yet. Every muscle in his chest and arms was tight. Both men vibrated with passion.

She searched Cade’s eyes.

“I’m okay,” he said, registering her worry. “I’m going to raise you. He can come up with you.”

Cade gripped her beneath the arms and lifted. Both men shifted and suddenly she was sandwiched between their hard bodies, suspended by their weight and strength. The vibration she’d sensed a moment ago heightened. The effect was more than their blood pulsing through their veins. It was their energy joining up and flaring. She felt like she’d been plunged into a pool of electric force, the sensation penetrating right through her bones.

She wasn’t the only one affected. As they all made contact, the men’s cocks jerked: Arcadius’s inside her and Cade’s pressed to her belly.

Arcadius inhaled sharply beside her ear.

“You see?” Cade said. “We’re
too
linked. I don’t think you can climax unless I do.”

The idea performed a kind of magic on her desire. An ache swelled between her legs like nothing she’d ever felt. She wanted both of them to come and needed desperately to herself. It didn’t matter that she just had. Nothing would satisfy her until they found release too.

She held her breath until Arcadius answered.

“Very well,” he said after a weighted pause. His voice was raspier than before. “I’m in no condition to debate your theory.”

Elyse rubbed his hip. She meant the gesture to be reassuring, but her hand shook.

“How do you want this?” Arcadius asked her, perhaps needing to establish that he wasn’t simply going along with Cade’s arrangement.

“Fast,” she said as audibly as she could. “And—” She hesitated. “Kind of hard.”

“
Kind of hard,
” Arcadius repeated, shaking his head at her vagueness. “No,” he said when Cade would have tried to explain. “She can tell me if she needs more or less.”

Cade ducked his head. She was pretty sure he was hiding amusement. If Arcadius saw, he ignored it. He set his hands on her waist and drew his cock back far enough that she sucked in a breath.

Then he went at her like she was his personal doorway to paradise and he needed to beat it down.

The hammering was harder than she expected. Maybe he couldn’t be gentler than he was. It didn’t matter. She was so aroused the force he used felt perfect—especially when Cade drove at her just as powerfully from the front. She wasn’t squished, simply wonderfully buffeted between them. Her head went back with agonizing pleasure, and Arcadius’s shoulder was there to support it. Her back arched, and Cade’s hands slid up to engulf her breasts. Her nipples went hard as diamonds as his thumbs depressed them. When he circled the pressure around the points, she creamed down Arcadius.

Both men jerked at the wet sounds his thrusts made then.

Arcadius swore and picked up his pace, sliding his hands around her hipbones to her pubis. Evidently, he didn’t intend to be shown up by his copy. He’d see to her pleasure too. His fingertips pressed her labia, squeezing them around her clitoris to massage the swelling from either side.

“God,” she gasped a second before his teeth clamped around her nape.

He reminded her of an animal holding its mate in place.

His grunts were as primal as the bite. Cade, too, was caught up in the imperative to come, one hand gripping her ass so he could rub his cock up her front harder. He writhed so close his pubic hair rasped her. She clutched his shoulders, feeling their muscles bunch, wanting both the men against every inch of her. Cade’s shaft was hard as steel on her belly, her sweat and his slicking its friction. Arcadius bucked into her vigorously enough that his pelvis spanked her bottom. Somehow the men’s urgent motions didn’t interfere with each other—or maybe that wasn’t a surprise.

They were definitely of one mind, pleasuring her and themselves as if the fate of more than one world hung in the balance. She didn’t have to do anything, only hold on for dear life and take what they were giving. Her cries grew wilder, her climax impossible to hold off with so much pleasure bombarding her.

“
Yes
,” Arcadius said, jolting deep into her pussy as he felt her begin to go. His cock seemed impossibly big, the ideal hot thickness to contract on. This was ecstasy enough, but suddenly her clit was directly in his fingers, being rubbed hard and quick.

Then Cade pinched her nipples.

She didn’t have breath to scream. The energy inside her spiked and then the men’s combined electricity did as well. They cried out with matching hoarseness, two voices with one chorus. In unison, their cocks shot into and against her. Her orgasm streaked like lightning out all her nerve endings.

She didn’t come down for quite a while.