The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

the release.

Lon’s cock was begging for more action, and he reluctantly let go

of Sar in order to enter the refuge that was Nalira. Inside her, he felt

free, owned only by his two lovers. No one else could reach him

there, hurt him, or make him feel small. Clones were insignificant

creatures by galactic standards. They weren’t supposed to exist,

therefore, they did not, and if they did, they were somehow less than

human, or whatever species they might be. With Sar and Nalira,

however, Lon felt powerful and worthy of life, rather than an

experiment that had outlived its usefulness and been discarded.

Nalira gazed at him with eyes that seemed to understand, but was

she feeling what he was feeling? She had said she felt complete for

the very first time, but did that mean what he hoped it might? She was

a lawyer, too—could she use that knowledge to their advantage?

Unlike Sar, Lon had never had much hope that their lives could be

any different. Now, for the first time, he thought there might be a

chance. He would make this night one she would want to repeat often

in the years to come. She had to love them both and want them

enough to make it happen, though. Making her moan or telling her

how beautiful she was wouldn’t be enough. He would have to bare his

soul.

Kissing his way from Sar’s scrotum to Nalira’s soft, wet entrance,

Lon tasted her once again. He would always remember her flavor,

even if this was the only time they would ever make love. Moving on,

he trailed kisses up through the soft curls between her thighs, to her

warm stomach, and then on to her succulent breasts. When he reached

her lips, he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply as he

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sheathed himself with her.

Sighing as his dick was once again enveloped in her heat, only

then did Lon realize just how cold and cruel the world outside her had

been. “Oh, God, Nalira!” The words felt as though they’d been wrung

out of him. “I never want this to end. Never, never, never…” But how

could he make her believe that? His voice trailed off as he kissed her,

threading his fingers through her hair, sucking her lips into his mouth

to caress them with his tongue. Stroking her inner walls with his cock,

he loved her in a way he had never done with anyone else except Sar.

He knew Sar was not content with their lot in life, but he had done his

best to make him feel loved. Looking past Nalira to Sar, he felt his

heart being torn in half—one half going out to Sar and the other to a

woman he barely knew.

* * * *

Sar saw the look in Lon’s eyes and knew what he was thinking.

This wasn’t unusual. As clones of the same man, they often shared

similar thoughts, but the slight differences between them made for

subtle variations in attitude. One thing he was certain of, however,

was that for Lon, this was more than just the servicing of a client. It

was an act of love, and the implications were life-altering.

Sar had often dreamed of escaping to a distant world where no

one knew they were clones. They could just as easily have been

twins—no one had to know—but Lon had been afraid to take the

plunge, and Sar could no more leave Lon behind than he could stop

breathing. A thrill passed over Sar as he considered what it might

mean. If loving this woman was what it took to make Lon

discontented enough to do something else with his life, then she was

the best thing that ever happened to them. But if she was the one who

split them apart, he would go to his grave cursing her soul.

“Yes, I love you,”
he told Lon with his eyes.
“But our hearts are
big. We can love her, too.”

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The message passed, and he saw relief wash over Lon’s face.

They would love one another always, but Nalira must also be loved

and must
believe
she was loved. The intensity of Lon’s thrusts

increased—not the speed or the depth, but the feeling—and Sar

picked up the rhythm, matching him, mirroring his moves as he, too,

became caught up in the need to make her understand. She was their

strength, their hope, and their salvation all rolled into one fabulous

female package.

Sar loved her as he had loved no other woman, and through her,

his bond to Lon was forged anew. He kissed every part of her that his

lips could reach, and the rest he worshipped with his hands and body.

With her head resting on his shoulder and the soft silk of her hair

draped across his chest, Sar planted his feet on the bed and worked

her tight ass with all the finesse he could muster. Grinding his hips, he elicited responses he’d never bothered to try to get from a woman.

Her soft cries and moans drove him on, and he fucked her with an

artistry that surprised even him.

Lon had her legs pushed up and was using them to brace himself.

Sweat ran down his face and chest, plastering wisps of hair to his

skin, and the smile that touched his lips was reflected in his eyes. Sar

took great joy in watching Lon fuck and knew that Nalira had to be

enjoying the view as much as he, but Sar would have given a lot to

see them all from a spectator’s position. Lon’s nuts were slick with

her juice and were slapping against his own sac, sticking together for

a brief moment before the connection was broken. It felt incredible,

but the visual would have put it over the top.

Mirrors…that’s why lovers like to have mirrors…

If Sar could have been granted a wish at that moment, he would

have asked for a wall of mirrors surrounding the bed—mirrors that

would reflect the three of them mating with each other on into

infinity.

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Nalira hadn’t known what she was asking for when she’d wanted

to be sandwiched between the two of them, for loving both men went

beyond mere physical pleasure to reach an almost spiritual realm. No

fantasy filled her mind. She was living a dream—right here, right

now—and in it, two men were loving her, body and soul. If this was

what they did with every woman they serviced, Nalira couldn’t

imagine how they’d remained where they were—some woman would

surely have stolen them away before this, kidnapping them from the

hotel and using every means at her disposal to keep them for herself.

Which was what Nalira would do—or would at least attempt to

do—but that was in the future. The present time drew her back to

where her body was filled with hard, dripping cocks, turning her

entire being into one trembling mass of ecstasy. Somewhere in the

back of her mind, she was dimly aware that her hips ached from the

pressure Lon was putting on them, but it only made her want to

spread her legs wider, sucking him even deeper into her core. She

couldn’t detect the difference between what the two men were doing

to her. It was as though everything she felt originated with each of

them. An intense hunger filled her—a hunger that could only be sated

when they filled her with their seed. Nalira felt a moment’s panic,

thinking they might pull out too soon, for the exchange of fluids

wasn’t always allowed in such encounters. But this encounter wasn’t

typical—at least, she hoped it wasn’t—and it was critical to the

fulfillment of her dream.

“Don’t leave me hanging,” she pleaded. “I want you to fill me

with your cream—both of you.”

Lon’s expression went from blissful to joyous in a heartbeat,

while Sar growled his approval in her ear. The depth of their strokes

became prolonged, and they both let go, giving in to the need to

climax.

“You can feel each other, can’t you?”

Lon nodded. “I can feel you holding me and him sliding past me.”

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Sighing deeply, his head fell forward. “I wish you could feel it, too.”

“I can, but it’s different. I—”

Nalira’s next words were trapped in her throat as she became

aware of something blossoming inside her, something alive and

pulsating that was being squeezed between the two cocks and

stimulated from both sides. Floodwaters began to rise, drowning her

in ecstasy, pulling her under until she touched bottom and the whole

world exploded.

As if they’d been waiting for a signal, Nalira felt both cocks drive

in to the hilt, their balls tight against her body as semen pumped into

her with a force she could actually feel. Lon’s body arched backward

as he let out a jubilant cry, but Sar made no sound at all. For a

moment, he seemed to relax completely, but when he hooked an arm

behind her head to pull her in for a poignant kiss, Nalira saw tears

shimmering in his eyes.

Like most people who’d had dealings with Sarlon, Nalira had

despised the old man, but these two were nothing like him at all.

Nothing. How could they possibly be his clones? The thought of sex

with a man like Sarlon was abhorrent, and if he had ever shed a tear,

no one else had ever seen it. And he had surely never, ever, kissed

anyone with such tenderness.

Then again, these two were probably excellent actors—they’d

have to be to do what they did with anyone who requested them.

But she
hadn’t
requested them—not for sex, anyway. She’d

ordered dinner and a massage, not a threesome. She could have

stopped them at any moment and sent them scurrying out of her room.

The truth was, she had encouraged their attentions, and it had been the

most welcome distraction of her life. The huge divorce settlement

between a megastar singer and her billionaire husband that she’d been

working on had drained her dry. They were like two children fighting

over their toys. It made her sick to listen to them. And then Harku had

topped it all off by ditching Nalira for that little harlot.

Was this her reaction to all of that? Was she getting her revenge

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on Harku and all the billionaires like Sarlon and her client? It took her a moment to remember. She hadn’t seduced the two men she was

currently sandwiched between, had she? Not consciously, perhaps,

but she’d allowed it, and she should have known what they were

doing the moment she felt Lon unbuttoning her blouse. No, she

decided finally, she’d never expected what she got, nor had she

sought it.

But now that she’d had a taste, leaving these two behind was

unthinkable. They might have been clones, but she wasn’t a lawyer

for nothing. If she couldn’t at least get them out of their current

situation, she might as well give up her practice altogether. No one

had ever acknowledged that clones existed, but now that she knew

they did, there had to be more of them.

Sar and Lon were too perfect for pure dumb luck to have

produced them. Someone, somewhere was cloning humans, and that

someone was very good at it. Should she try to find that person, seize

the records, and expose what was going on? Or should she

concentrate on proving that clones did exist and were people in their

own right, not just copies of an original? Sar and Lon were living

proof of that, and even though they weren’t exact copies of him,

enough markers would match up to prove they were at least related to

Sarlon. Either way, it would get them out of servitude at the hotel.

Which was a very strange thing for Sarlon to have done anyway.

Why put them in a public place where anyone might discover what

they were, or, as in Nalira’s case, be told directly? Did the old man

want someone to find them, prove who they were, and then…what?

Did he want them to inherit his fortune? Nalira knew from the

buzz in the legal world that Sarlon had never married, had produced

no offspring, and had died without ever writing a will. Was this his

way of ensuring that he would leave someone behind to carry on with

his business empire? Nalira had made the assumption that the clones

had been created for spare parts. But what if only one of them was

intended for that purpose while the other had actually been his heir?

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Obviously, Sarlon hadn’t thought he would ever die, but through the

two clones, perhaps he did live on…

It went against the grain for Nalira to be tricked into doing

Sarlon’s dirty work for him, which was probably why they’d been

modified. If they’d been exact duplicates of the original, she wouldn’t

have lifted a finger to help them. They weren’t even perfectly

identical to one another, for one was content, the other restless. Which

would mean that Sar was the heir apparent, while Lon was the spare.

One would seek power while the other rejected it. The subtlety of

the plan was astounding, and once again, Nalira marveled at the

technical expertise that had created them. Genius, in fact. All she

would have to do would be to find that genius, but judging from the

apparent age of her two lovers, the trail was at least twenty-five years

old.

Still, if Sarlon had wanted them to inherit his empire, he should