A Wanton's Thief (20 page)

His eyes twinkled with undying love. “So that only my seed can impregnate you in the future?”

“Aye,” she whispered.

“Consider it done.”

She leapt to her feet, the crotch of her braies sticking to her wet pussy. “Then let’s go seek him out. Where is he?”

“I am here.”

Salena swiveled her head around, noting that Falcon did not, as if he’d been expecting John.

“John.” Her voice came out throaty. She welcomed the pounding of her heartbeat at every pulse point in her body. “How did you know to come?”

“Uh…I’d already invited him along when I went to seek you out,” Falcon admitted sheepishly. “He’s been waiting out in the corridor. He…he’d just informed me his powers are dwindling. He needs a fix very badly. He had hoped—we’d hoped—that you might oblige him. But then you were reading the letter and…I’m sorry, Salena.”

“No, please, ‘tis all right. John, come in to the study and shut the door. And lock it. I…I’m eager for this joining as much as you are in need of it.”

John sauntered over to where she stood beside Falcon who remained sitting upon the loveseat looking lazily up at her. She inhaled John’s smoky scent tilting her head just enough to mix some of Falcon’s masculine aroma with it. The spot between her legs pounded with insistent need, as if it instinctually knew on its own what would come.

John reached for her, enveloping her in his thick arms. “Thank you, Salena. I need this badly. Just today, I tried to
invisilate
from here to the hot spring for a bath. I could not get there. I had to go the whole distance on horse. And healing…’tis no use. I cannot mend a flea with the meager powers that are left in me.”

She did not have to ask why he did not just go and find some harlot’s house and go on a marathon night of sex. John was a noble man with other causes that came first. One just would not see him in a brothel or frequenting the town pub for a few swishing skirts. He sought out the energy when he needed it desperately and only then. John did not cheapen the act; he held the consummation in high, respectful regard.

And she was honored to oblige and to be chosen as this solemn, devoted man’s mode of energy. It did, after all, afford him the ability to do good for others.

Besides, coupling with his soul-brother Falcon gave both immortal men far greater stores of power than single encounters did.

“‘Tis no problem at all, John. I welcome your advances whenever you feel the need to invigorate yourself. Falcon and I have already discussed it.” She leaned out of his embrace and looked up into his ruggedly handsome face. His icy-blue eyes had the power to nearly bring her to her knees with potent arousal. “I have accepted the ways of your kind and consider it an honor to…assist.” To that, she couldn’t help adding a grin.

“Don’t delay,” Falcon rasped, and she glanced down to see that he’d pushed down his braies and was already stroking his cock. “I long to feel your lips wrapped tight around my shaft, to watch John take you from behind, just like I heard in your thoughts.”

She couldn’t take her gaze from him. A surge of need barreled over her as she dropped to her knees in front of her magnetic husband. The Oriental rug beneath her knees cushioned her fall. She hurriedly slid her braies down her thighs to expose her ass for John’s sake. Both men groaned in response. Warm heat from the fireplace soaked her buttocks and the moist lips between her legs. Salena bent and took the enormous shaft in her hand. Its rock-hard feel made her think of silk wrapped around granite. By the light of the fire, she could see the veins that engorged his tool. Her mouth watered so she obeyed its hint and stuck her tongue out, dragging the wet surface of it from the tight sac all the way up its length to the moist tip.

Falcon slammed his head back against the sofa and groaned. She heard the swish of John’s movements and sensed that he now kneeled behind her. His large hands spanned her hips and massaged up and down her spine and buttocks. Salena shut her eyes on a moan at the sensual ripples it sent to her pussy, and she closed her mouth over Falcon’s cock at the same time. He tasted salty and sweet all at once. The silky-hard flesh was unyielding against her tongue and yet it never felt softer to her than it did at this moment.

John’s hand traced her spine from top to bottom. He cupped the globes of her ass sliding one hand down and between her legs. She drew in a breath around Falcon’s shaft and tightened up in anticipation when John’s fingers probed her slit.

“Salena,” he rasped, raining kisses over her shoulders and back. “Your mons, it’s so slick and tight—” he shoved two fingers inside her forcing a guttural cry from deep in her throat, “—with the sweetest fragrance.”

“Ah, I’d have to agree with you there, John,” Falcon growled, threading his fingers into her hair. “And her flavor…have you tasted her juices yet?”

Salena’s heart raced. She knew they teased her. Except for tasting her honey on her mouth when John had kissed her in the cave, Falcon was very aware that the only part of her that John had ever tasted was her ass. What he was doing, Salena knew, was tempting John to do exactly that, taste her cream. So he did. He lay on his back and scooted up between her pussy and her braies, still bunched down around her knees. The feel of that tongue swiping her lips brought a rush of heavy heat to her vee. The flesh swelled and ached with want to be further explored. She raced her tongue around Falcon’s cock, sucking and taking him deeper into her throat with each flicker of John’s tongue over her clitoris.

But tensions were already running high. Falcon hissed when she tasted his pre-cum. John quickly changed positions and returned to his knees behind her.

“I cannot take it anymore. I have to feel my cock inside her,” he said to Falcon.

“Do it. Take the power from her and give her back pleasure she’ll never forget.”

Their words of encouragement for one another ignited her libido into an inferno. She cupped Falcon’s balls rolling the marble-like sac in her hand. With her other hand, she stroked him as her mouth went up and down on him.

“Hurry, John. I’m going to blow in her mouth if you don’t hurry.”

“Believe me, I’m almost as close as you…” And he found her cunt with the tip of his penis. Swirling it around to wet the tip with her dripping elixir, he gave her clit one more flicker before pushing into her pussy with brutal force.

“Oh!” Her mouth popped from Falcon’s cock. He directed it back, returning her head to its rightful place. Hunger to devour and feast on him overtook her. She knew the same hunger gripped John. He pumped in and out of her, clutching her hips with an almost painful hold. Shimmers and sparks of bliss showered her body making her canal flood with sap. She tasted the bitter saltiness of pre-cum dribbles, starved for more. Salena reveled in the mixed scents of the two men who together, pleasured her beyond belief.

“Oh, yes, Salena,” Falcon murmured. “Ah, you’re going to make me come.”

John’s arms came around her, big and strong. To be the aggressor on one end of her body and the submissive receiver on the other was pure, irresistible heaven. But that did not compare to the expert twirling of John’s finger over her clit at the exact moment she reached for the outer expanse of orgasm. It made her pound her rear harder into him while her fellatio dance increased to a frenzy.

As if it had all been timed perfectly, she tasted Falcon’s shooting, hot cum at the same second John’s warm seed spilled into her. The spasms of the orgasm overtook her making her jerk and scream around Falcon’s cock. John groaned aloud, his teeth sinking into her shoulder adding one last pleasurable spark of pain to the mix. She swallowed every drop of Falcon’s salty semen, her tongue taking several strokes from base to tip before she collapsed upon his lap.

“Wow.” She panted, wincing with disappointment when John slipped from inside her. “That was incredible.”

“You can say that again.” Falcon wiped his brow and dragged her up so she lay across him, her braies still down around her knees.

“Thank you,” John panted, turning to sit on the floor at Falcon’s feet and lean against the sofa. “I already feel energized.”

“You’re more than welcome,” Salena said with a satisfied grin. “But what is it, John, that you’re so desperately needing power for?”

“Lorcan. He came to me, the crazy old man, and told me my time was up.”

“Up?” Falcon’s head lifted from the back of the sofa. His eyes were as round as two huge emeralds. “As in, he’s spouting riddles at you about your fate and your future?”

“Aye, about my fate and my future,” John groaned, covering his face with his hands as if he suddenly recalled something he didn’t care to remember.

“Well? What’s the damage, my friend?”

His hands dropped. He sighed heavily. Slow and deliberate, he turned his head and lifted that stunning blue gaze to Falcon. “His
Centaurus
which Salena now claims has been replaced.”

“Replaced? By what?” Salena asked, her interest very piqued.

“By the
Scorpian
. Lorcan wears it even as we speak. He taunts me with the fact that it will one day be mine. And now that I’m aware—due to witnessing the
Centaurus’
plight—what that means, I fear for my immortal life. In defense for who knows what, I’m bound and determined to store as much power as this body can hold. To…to make my future last as long as possible without having to succumb to that old man’s blasted foresight.”

Falcon threw his head back and roared long and boisterously.

John frowned. “Why do you laugh so, brother?”

“Because it is obvious,” Salena offered.

“Is it, now?”

“Aye, but first tell us,” Falcon asked. “What color is the stone?”

John sighed. “Green. As green as the meadow on a crisp spring morn.”

“Ah, well then, that narrows it down for you.”

John rose, now in a bit of a snit. He clearly did not want to discuss this ambiguous future of his or be the laughing stock of this trio. Salena watched as his now softening cock got stuffed none too gently into his braies.

“Narrows what down, milady?” She only smiled wickedly when his tone came out dripping with sarcasm.

“Your search for your intended. You can eliminate every woman for the next few centuries with brown, hazel or blue eyes.”

“Oh great. That makes me feel fantastic.” He snatched up the remainder of his clothes. “The
last
thing I want is to be tied to
any
woman, no matter her eye, hair or skin color.” And with that, he threw up his hands and disappeared from the room.

Except for the crackling fire, a long silence filled the room. Salena finally drawled, “Falcon?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think he’ll go and abduct her from her chambers?”

“No. Based on his aversion to settling down, I would wager it’s going to be the other way around.”

The End

Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.

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