Destined for Two (22 page)

“Why not me? I’m quite good with money.”

With a wave of her hand, she shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know it’s not, little one,” he said with a grin. “It was in your father’s will that should anything happen to him, your inheritance would go into trust with my father as trustee.

When he died, that responsibility fell to me.”

“But why your father and not…” she waved her hand trying to think of his name.

“Morganic? Wasn’t he my father’s family?”

Keenas and Jorel shared a glance before Keenas answered. “We’re not sure. That’s a question we will probably never know the answer to.”

“Well,” she said with a sigh. “How much am I worth?” Jorel chuckled, then wiped at his mouth with his napkin. “I don’t know how much you have from Devlin, but from your father, you are now worth about forty-two million kilnotics.”

She stared in shock at Jorel. Forty-two million? That was about eight billion dollars in Earth currency. Top that with what Devlin had for her and… She took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly as her mind calculated the staggering amount. What in God’s name was she supposed to do with all that money?

“Rhianna, are you all right?” Keenas asked as he tossed his napkin to the table and stood.

Kneeling by her chair, he put a soothing hand on her shoulder, the other on her knee.

“Talk to me,” he whispered.

“I’m not sure what to say.” She stared down at him, almost losing herself in the depth of his concerned gaze. He had such pretty eyes. Shaking her head, she tried to think about something else. “What am I supposed to do with all that? Or does it go to you because we’re married?”

Jorel snorted. “We don’t need it, Rhianna. We’re worth three times that much. The money is yours to do with as you wish.”

“I can do whatever I want with it?” she asked, cautiously ignoring his statement of how much he and Keenas were worth. She wasn’t sure she could take it at the moment.

“Yes. Well…you can’t leave us,” Jorel added with a pointed look.

Like I’d want to, she thought.

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“Oh, well,” she said, rolling her eyes. Her hands slapped her thighs in disgust. “What good is it then if I can’t leave you?” she teased.

Keenas sighed and turned to grin slightly at his brother. “I think our wife is itching for another spanking.”

Just the mention of the word sent a firestorm of emotion through her body. Warmth already flooded her veins from the wine, but thinking about the two of them slapping her ass sent her heart racing out of control and the heat of a blush traveling over her skin.

“I think not,” she breathed, completely unconvincing.

Jorel chuckled devilishly and her heart skipped a beat. “You should probably eat more, little one. Something tells me you’re going to need your strength later.” Yeah, something tells me that too.

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Devlin stared at the computer screen, a frown marring his brow. A damn Velusion system. Figured. With a quick glance toward Morganic’s locked office door and Jerick, he went to work trying to hack into a system that was supposedly hack-proof. He snorted.

Hack-proof was a joke. He’d hacked into one of these twice before, but that had been years ago. This might take a little time.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Devlin grumbled.

“I can’t believe you got your hands on a phaze shift device. First time I’ve ever walked through a damn wall before. We needed those things years ago.” Devlin snorted. What they needed was to have their heads examined. “I have a hard time with the fact that Morganic would be dumb enough to keep proof on his personal computer.” He stopped and narrowed his gaze toward Jerick over the computer screen. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive. The man is a compulsive pack rat. He keeps everything. I guarantee what we need is on there.”

Devlin sighed and continued. Pulling a small device from his pocket, he inserted it into the jump drive. The house was quiet and for the first time in days, his ghost was gone. No headaches, no desperation. Just complete emptiness and it both relieved and bothered him.

The distance was probably what had silenced the impressions. Whoever or whatever it was had to be on Argonia. As the program ran, quickly calculating a password into the system, he wondered if maybe the impressions were not from someone in the present, but an ominous warning of the future. It wouldn’t be the first time an empath had gotten an impression foretelling danger, but he never had. Why would it start now? And how did he tell that was what it was?

“In yet?” Jerick asked.

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Devlin glanced up at him over the computer screen and shook his head. With a few strokes of his fingers, he made some adjustments and within three seconds, they had a password.

“Got it,” he said as he removed the device and entered the password.

Screens popped open, one after another. He sorted through them as quickly as possible, sending the files to another device to sort through later. Something caught his eye and he stopped, studying the list of names and dates.

“Jerick,” he said, waving his friend over. Jerick stood behind him, reading over his shoulder as Devlin pointed toward the screen and a particular date.

“Isn’t this the year Rhia parents were killed?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jerick said.

Devlin pointed to the name next it. “Who’s Willock? Morganic paid him a huge sum of money.”

“That’s the man who they arrested. He was in charge of the rebellion where Rhia’s parents were killed.”

“A payoff, do you think?” Devlin wondered. “To keep him quiet?”

“That would be my guess. Look at these others. Click on that one,” he said, pointing to two dates below Willock.

Devlin did, and then scowled in shock. Everything they needed to convict Morganic was on this computer. Dates, amounts, names. It was all here. “Who would be dumb enough to keep all this?” he asked.

“Morganic, thank God,” Jerick whispered. “What’s that one at the bottom?” Devlin clicked on it and watched as another screen opened. “What the hell is corillium?”

“It’s a slow-acting poison. It makes you sick, but the poison leaves your system so fast, they can’t trace it. It makes it appear as though you died of an illness.” They both glanced at each other, Devlin’s heart pounding furiously. “You don’t think he plans to use this on Rhia?”

“And then blame it on the rebellion? Hell yeah, I do. It’s no secret the fucker wants the twins to marry Liza.”

“Rhia should be back tomorrow. Let’s get these files copied, and get the hell out of here,” Devlin said with a sigh.

Jerick nodded, then moved back to the window to check for any signs they’d been seen.

“See anything?” Devlin asked as he shut the computer back down and slipped the device with the copied files into his pocket.

“Nothing. Looks like it’s all clear.”

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Devlin moved to stand close to Jerick. In order for the phaze shift device to cover both of them, they would have to be close enough to touch. Jerick grabbed Devlin’s elbow and together they walked through the thick stone wall and out of Morganic’s castle.

* * * * *

Rhia followed the twins upstairs to her room. Blood pounded through her ears as she imagined the night ahead. Two gorgeous men, two sensual lips, two sets of hot sensual kisses, and two glorious cocks, all waiting to give her anything she could want. Goose bumps prickled along her flesh as they stopped outside her door. Keenas turned to smile at her while Jorel gently kissed her neck. She shivered, anxious to be inside the bedroom and sandwiched between them. Reaching out, she fisted her fingers in Keenas’s shirt and tugged him toward her. His lips slanted across hers, sending sparks of heat to her core. He tasted of wine and spices, and his tongue felt like hot velvet as it stroked hers.

Jorel stood behind her, his lips placing soft kisses along the side of her neck. Both men moved closer, squeezing her between them as their hard cocks pressed into her from both sides. The sensations screaming through her made her weak and she clung to Keenas as he continued to plunder her willing mouth.

The wine she’d drunk made her light-headed and much more uninhibited. Juices poured from her pussy to coat her underwear, saturating them. Jorel’s hand slipped inside her slacks, brushing his fingers along her wet folds, and she whimpered into Keenas’s kiss.

“You’re so wet, little one. I like it when you’re wet like this.” His fingers separated her folds, gently toying with her swollen clit and her hips bucked toward his hand; her fingers clung tightly to Keenas’s shoulders.

“You taste so good, sweet,” Keenas murmured against her lips. “We need to get you inside this room before I fuck you here.”

She grinned and slid her fingers through his long hair. “Sounds intriguing.” Jorel removed his hand as Keenas tugged her into the bedroom. Her legs wobbled as she moved forward, allowing the two men to quickly undress her. Within seconds, her tingling flesh was exposed. The cool outside breeze blew through the open curtains, flowing across her skin like a caress. Her nipples hardened and burned, her thighs shivered, her pussy wept.

With growing desire, she watched her husbands undress, their cocks protruding thick and long, their chests smooth and hard. The moonlight coming through the window made their flesh glow with a silvery sheen. Blood pounded through her veins and her breath quickened as she watched Jorel move toward her. Keenas went to the dresser to remove the butt plug, covering it generously with lubricant.

Jorel’s lips captured hers in a sweet kiss, his tongue invading to explore and tease.

Slowly, he moved her backward toward the bed. She was so hot, so turned on, she went

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without question. She had no need to question. She knew they would be good to her and gentle with her. Not once did she feel any trepidation of what was to come. She loved them and wanted them both.

In a slow, sensual motion, she sank to the mattress on her back, Jorel covering her body with his larger one. She felt safe and protected within his embrace and melted beneath the onslaught of his hands and lips. He shifted to her side and put his hand beneath her thigh, lifting it. Another set of hands lifted her other thigh, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the room and the hot flow of Keenas’s breath as it blew across her wet folds.

Arching her back, she moaned into Jorel’s mouth as Keenas gently licked her pussy, his tongue sliding through the juices of her opening. She squirmed, trying to move closer to his touch but they held her legs still, her knees up around her breasts. Something cold and thick probed at her anus and her ass sucked at the invading toy as it stretched her tight.

“Ah, that’s it, sweet,” Keenas murmured from between her thighs as he gently slid the toy deeper. “It will get bigger, but stay relaxed. I want to make sure we don’t hurt you later when we’re both inside you.”

She barely heard him over the rush of blood pounding through her ears and Jorel’s deep, sexy murmurs of approval. The fullness didn’t hurt. Much like earlier when she’d taken Jorel in her ass, it intensified the pleasure pooling in her womb. Keenas seated the device deep and then made it expand ever so slowly. His lips continued to nibble at her pussy, his tongue flicking out to circle and tease her sensitive nub.

Every part of her was on fire, desperate for release. Jorel’s hand moved to cup her breast, and gently massaged it before breaking the kiss to sensually circle her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Her breasts swelled and ached as he continued to tease. Keenas drew his tongue along her slit in a slow draw that made her tremble.

“Oh, my God,” she sighed. “What are you doing to me?”

“Nothing that you don’t want, sweet,” Keenas murmured as he kissed his way up her stomach to lick at her free breast.

Jorel made his way down her stomach to nibble his way down her labia. They let her legs go, allowing them to fall wide onto the bed. Keenas covered her panting mouth with his.

Her taste mingled with his as he invaded and kissed her so passionately, her head swam.

“Such a delectable little pussy you have,” Jorel whispered just before he stabbed his tongue into her dripping passage.

She groaned, lifting her hips toward his face and Jorel murmured his approval.

“Can you take more, little one?” he asked as he slowly expanded the butt plug.

She groaned, her ass burning as the toy stretched her wide. Jorel slid two fingers into her pussy, hissing as he gently stroked the inside of her throbbing walls. “You’re going to be so tight with Keenas in your ass. You’re going to feel so good as your pussy squeezes my cock.”

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Moaning, she pumped her hips. Keenas’s tongue continued to lick inside her mouth, turning her mind to mush. His hand plucked at her hard nipples, sending shards of pleasure-pain to her core.

He broke away to gently bite at the sensitive spot behind her ear. She gasped loudly, her hips lifting from the bed, following Jorel’s tongue as he teased and tormented her pussy.

She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her ass was so full and her pussy drenched.

Her juices flowed between the cheeks of her ass to wet the bedspread beneath her.

“Oh, God. Please,” she begged, her head shaking from side to side. “Jorel, Keenas. One of you, please.”

“Please what?” Jorel asked, lifting from her pussy to settle between her thighs. Keenas moved aside, giving Jorel plenty of room.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, lifting her pussy against the head of his shaft, which just barely entered her passage.

Slowly, he pressed forward, his face strained, his cock thick and throbbing. She groaned, sucking air into her lungs as he thrust forward with painstaking slowness.

“Damn, she’s so tight and wet. So fucking hot,” Jorel groaned as he rolled to his back, pulling her with him.

She straddled his lap, sinking farther down along his thick length. The fullness of the butt plug, along with the thickness of Jorel’s cock, had her almost spiraling.

“That’s it, little one. Take as much as you want,” Jorel groaned.

Lifting his hands to her waist, he helped to guide her down. Her pussy stretched tight around his cock, stealing the very breath from her lungs. Keenas moved behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his teeth softly scraping across the flesh of her shoulder.

She could hardly breathe, but wanted more, so much more. Biting at her lower lip, she pressed down, taking all of Jorel balls-deep.

“Fuck,” he shouted, lifting his hips beneath her, hitting her womb with the head of his shaft.

Keenas positioned himself behind her and pulled out the expanded butt plug before gently pushing her forward toward Jorel’s chest with a hand between her shoulder blades.

The sudden loss of fullness was replaced as Keenas slid his lubricated cock inside, replacing the toy. The thickness of his shaft stretched her farther than the toy and she had to remember to breathe as he filled her with a deep growl of pleasure. Now both of them were seated inside her and her head swam as she struggled to remain conscious.

Never in her life had she felt so consumed, so full. Pain mingled with pleasure as they slowly began to move, each pulling out before slowly pushing back in, filling her to the point of tearing.

She panted, struggling to stay with them. Every part of her pulsed with pleasure as her body became accustomed to the dual invasion. Jorel’s fingers flexed and clenched at her

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waist, while Keenas’s lips nibbled at her back. A tightness formed in her womb and spiraled outward, blurring her vision as she fell ever closer to her release.

“Keenas, Jorel,” she panted, her nails digging into Jorel’s pecs.

“Yes, sweet,” Keenas purred, his breathing just as heavy as hers. “You feel so good, Rhianna. So perfect,” he whispered and her flesh tingled with intensifying raw hunger.

“Oh, God, she’s about to come,” Jorel growled as he pressed deep. “And so am I.”

“Please,” she screamed. “Oh, God. Please. Fuck me. Make me come.” Both men increased the power of their thrusts, timing them perfectly so that they moved as one. Their shafts rubbed at the thin membrane that separated her tight channels, finding a spot she never knew existed. With a scream loud enough to raise the rafters, she exploded in a mass of overwhelming sensation. Both channels pulsed around the invading rods, squeezing them and sucking them deeper inside her as she rode out wave after wave.

With a loud shout of their own, Keenas and Jorel came with her as stream after stream of hot cum filled her.

She fell limp onto Jorel’s chest as Keenas pulled out. Jorel’s soft words of love and praise rang through her mind as she lapsed into darkness.