Embraced By Passion (8 page)

She shook her head. The insanity refrain was beginning to gain in momentum. She knew what she looked like. Her father never spared a moment to tell her how fat she was, or how often she needed to guard against ‘letting herself go’. In her mind, she knew her father was a bully, but it was hard to defy something she’d heard from him at every turn. She wasn’t obese, but she couldn’t wear a bikini, and that seemed to be the drawn line for men who saw a woman as fat. How much flesh they could get away with in public.

“Maybe we should be more specific?” Ja’Rol purred at her ear.

Brigit’s heart leaped for her throat, thudding as unexpected desire was breathed to life once more.

Chapter Six

Ja’Rol stood at her shoulder, not touching her, but an inch from either and they would meet. Her flaxen hair swayed over her shoulders in a windswept curtain as her agitation made her twitch, her gaze bouncing from him to Slone. She wasn’t nervous, or even scared.

“She’s annoyed.”

Ja’Rol’s confusion deepened. “
Because we think she’s beautiful?”

“Because she thinks we want something, and are lying.”

Ja’Rol sighed. “
We do want something. Her.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he turned her with care. “Brigit. You may never believe in what we tell you, but understand this.
We
believe it. We can see it with our own eyes.”

Her soft lips parted in surprise. Bottomless blue, her eyes glistened in the subdued light of the cabin. Full evening filled the airplane windows, the glitter of stars a panoramic backdrop. None of it compared to the glistening sparkles in her eyes.

Lowering, he didn’t break away from those watchful orbs. When he stopped, he rested above her lips, anticipating the next moment. To feel her. Shallow pants brushed over his mouth, the ragged rise and fall of her breasts proving she wasn’t unaffected.

“Her scent is addictive,”
Slone’s voice murmured as he closed the gap to cage her between their bodies.

Ja’Rol barely acknowledged him, intent on every nuance to stop or pull away before he claimed the treat waiting for him. Golden lashes were drifting while her lips lifted for his. As tenderly as a wish, he erased the mere breath between them and felt her lips for the first time.

Sweet, delicate and tempting, she fit to him. She trembled beneath his hands but didn’t pull away. Then, he felt the tentative stroke of her palms rising on his arms, curling around him to find his shoulders, and he shuddered in answer.

Softer than Slone, her mouth tipped when he touched her, tasting her. Sweeping her lip with his tongue sent a shot of hunger through him.

Slone blanketed her now, her body heaven between them. She didn’t resist or freeze when Slone’s hands reached upward and caressed her from her wrists at Ja’Rol’s shoulders to her spine. The action pressed her plainly into Ja’Rol’s length, leaving no chance to hide the aching edge of his erection in his jeans.

“Stunning.” Slone’s voice had grown deeper, his lust on the surface. Bending, he buried himself against her neck, sweeping her hair to the side to find the column of her throat. The low suckled sounds of his kisses reached Ja’Rol, enflaming him more. Her kisses grew passionate, driving in answer against Ja’Rol’s mouth to the dual ministrations. The teasing brush of Slone’s fingers over his at her waist was electric, then it was gone as Slone cupped her ass through her jeans. The light squeeze he gave her made her shiver and moan beneath Ja’Rol’s lips.

“Just a taste for now, love,”
Slone warned him privately. “
She needs rest even if she doesn’t think so. We must take this slow with her.”

Ja’Rol hated to agree, but Slone was right. Brigit needed someone who had her best interests at heart, and they were the two who would volunteer. Neither wanted to risk the chance that she wouldn’t stay. Thrusting between her delicious lips, he met her and played with her tongue, enticing her to reach further, to want more, to want them. He wanted her, wanted her like he couldn’t remember wanting another woman. The longer he lost himself in her kiss, the less he wanted to stop, Slone’s cautions quickly fading beneath the sheer enjoyment of her touch and kiss. He wanted to feast on her, to taste her everywhere, and to feel her wrapped around his cock with her hot body. Slow rolling shivers struck his spine as the memory of the fantasy returned, so close to being a reality.

* * * *

Slone was enthralled. Watching his lover kiss Brigit was intoxicating. Even he hated to be the voice of reason, but a day of rest and proper eating would go a long way with the woman between them, especially when they did take her to their bed. Short trysts during the workday were one thing, but leisurely exploration and soaring pleasure were what both preferred. Intimacy was a gift, not a release to take for granted.

Slipping his hands beneath the hem of her shirt between their snug bodies, Slone found her breasts and groaned. Their full weight filled his palms. Her nipples were taut and extended, begging for touch, lips, caresses. Dropping kisses to her shoulders, he slid his fingers beneath the band of her bra and began to play with those pert nubs. Shivered moans and gasps filled the cabin. They were the sexiest sounds he could remember ever hearing. Slone scooped her bra upward, exposing her to the air of the cabin and the arousing rub of Ja’Rol’s shirt.

Her head fell back to his chest, her face a mirror of her bliss when Ja’Rol released her lips. Lowering his head, he latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it and Slone’s finger into his mouth at the same time.

“Shit,” Slone growled. The building pain in his cock was becoming intolerable. Ja’Rol’s tongue rolled over them both, pulling at the digit and her flesh with short, sharp sucks or slow, languid swipes of his tongue. Slone pressed his cock into her ass in reaction, craving the curve of her softness against him. Quiet whimpers flowed from her. She clung to Ja’Rol with digging fingers, and leaned into Slone.

“Delicious,” Ja’Rol breathed when he finally lifted. Meeting her mouth, he immediately thrust his tongue into her. Slone watched the dance with hungry eyes. Then he noticed Ja’Rol’s kisses were shortening, growing less passionate, becoming more intimate, and for a split second he couldn’t understand why he would want to stop loving the divine creature they held.

He’d been so caught up in the moment, he’d almost thrown away his own rule for the rush of pleasure, for the feeling of her body so sweet between their hard shapes. When Ja’Rol released her this time, Slone drew her chin toward him, to finally have a taste. Damp and heated, her lips were decadent. The throb of his groin pounded, demanding release. Her tongue was wicked, plying against his. The fear that she would reject the idea of having them both quickly melted away under the heat of her kiss. The power of her lips, the enticing suckle of his tongue between her lips, proved she was willing to see where the two would lead her. Slone prayed it wasn’t just for the thrill of the moment, but that she would want to stay.

Then she curled an arm over his head, tugging him tight and he groaned, a deep hungry sound that vibrated them all. Her nipples seemed to harden further beneath his fingertips. She was so aroused, so ready. A drawn breath drove the scent of her cream into his head. Slone vacillated hard on whether to continue or not. She needed rest. Needed care, not to be attacked. She must have sensed his intent to pull away. Her voice was as breathtaking as the first rays of dawn.

“Don’t stop,”
Brigit’s voice pleaded. “
Please
.”

He growled, knowing he shouldn’t listen.

“Please, Slone. Oh God!”
she cried out into his mind, her mouth still his prisoner, her tongue whipping along his, teasing and thrusting, and he shuddered all the way to his knees. Seeking through their energies, he realized Ja’Rol had slid a hand into the front of her jeans and had found her soaked core, stroking and teasing over her clit until she trembled.

“You need rest.”

“I need you,”
she replied, either too entrenched in the moment to be frightened by the intimacy of the telepathy, or unaware she was even doing it.

He was cracking, Slone knew it. Ja’Rol had found her breasts to suckle again, his hand deep in her jeans. The subtle movement of her hips made it obvious Ja’Rol was pleasuring her, sliding in and out of her silken heat. Then she surprised him. Leaning her weight into Slone, she dropped her other hand from its perch on Ja’Rol’s shoulder to cup his cock behind his zipper. His legs almost crumbled out from beneath him. She rubbed against him harder, demanding.

“Brigit!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Are you sure?”
Ja’Rol’s smooth voice asked, heard by both.

“Oh God, yes! Feels so good! Please, don’t stop.”

“Ja’Rol…help me. She feels too good.”

Slone didn’t get an answer, instead he heard the obvious sound of a zipper being lowered. In that instant, Slone completely cratered. He hadn’t planned on seducing her in-flight. The voice of reason, however faint, was that she needed to be cared for.

Then she moaned, a long gasping cry of pleasure and even that faint voice of common sense was obliterated by their combined needs and hunger. He held her weight as Ja’Rol tugged her jeans free, popping her shoes off. Following Ja’Rol’s motions, he noticed she had a toe ring on her left foot, a small silver band. His focus narrowed again when the wet heat of her tongue stroked his throat, her teeth marking him with little nibbling bites.

Grasping the bottom of her bra, he tugged it and her shirt over her head, leaving her completely bared for their enjoyment.

Slone dropped her clothing on the chair with the blanket. Ensuring she could stand, he stepped away to walk around her. The glow of her skin, the pale hue, seemed so much more feminine against the deeper-toned coloring of Ja’Rol and himself. Both had a skin tone similar to the color of their scales when they became wyvern, richly hued, earthen. She was like a diamond between them.

“She’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Lazily, her eyes turned to him, their blue so dark, they reflected back at him. Her fingers had dug into Ja’Rol’s thick hair as he kissed her thighs and caressed her. Pulling his shirt out of his pants waist, Slone tossed it to the side with hers, watching her enjoyment breathlessly. Deftly, Ja’Rol slid his fingers between the soft fullness of her thighs, sending a new jolt of desire coursing through them all.

Slone hissed, unprepared for the tightening web. What one felt, they all shared. The bonding had begun. He hoped they were all ready because from this point forward, with her first signs of acceptance, it would only grow stronger.

Standing with her, Ja’Rol inched her backward until she stopped with her calves against one of the leather flight chairs. Lowering, he found her lips, grinding into her with a hot kiss before urging her silently to have a seat.

Ja’Rol quickly shrugged out of his shirt and loosened his jeans, a gasp of relief unmistakable.

“The satchel pouch,”
Ja’Rol whispered into Slone’s mind before he dropped to his knees between her legs.

Blinking, it took a moment for Slone to understand the request. The condoms and lube. He’d put it away because he’d had no plans for this. Hurrying to the luggage compartment at the front of the cabin, he popped the door and searched the large bag, grateful when his hand closed over the bathroom pouch.

Returning, his lust hit a new gear finding Ja’Rol diving hard with his tongue against her pussy, licking and sucking at her pinked flesh. Her gasps and moans were music, harsh pants causing her breasts to move with delicious rhythm.

Slone had to swallow, savoring her flavor with Ja’Rol, and his enjoyment only driving his craving for the woman higher. Kicking off his shoes, he stripped his jeans and underwear, his cock hard and jutting stiffly before him.