Guardian's Challenge (7 page)

Unable to ignore his body’s demands, the speed of his thrusts increased as he lost any semblance of control. He plowed through her seizing muscles, shafting faster as she clenched and unclenched around him.

Lips against his ear, she urged him on with half strangled whispers. “Harder. More.” Her hands slipped from his head to his back, and she planted her feet against the mattress, meeting him stroke for brutal stroke. “Harder,” she moaned out as he lost himself in her silken heat.

With an anguished cry, her entire body went rigid in his arms. Her internal muscles convulsed around his cock, milking him so hard it was nearly impossible for him to move and equally impossible for him not to. Her release trembled through her, pulling him inexorably toward his own. He plowed in and out of her grasping body as her nails scored his back, the pain an enticing contrast to the need tightening his balls. Pleasure streaked along his body to tingle at the base of his spine before shooting forward to twist his balls until he filled her, coming in shuddering gushes.

Asher had no idea how long they lay, limbs entwined and sweat drying on their skin. The only thing he was aware of was the gentle way Neeve stroked her hands across his shoulders, her touch comforting as the ship’s quarters came back into focus. Slowly, he raised his head to gaze at her. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile curved her lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he trailed kisses along her jaw line.

Her sleepy brown eyes opened, and her smile widened. “Just that I should run away more often if that’s the greeting I get when I return.”

He frowned. “That’s not funny.” He wasn’t about to enrage her again, not while he had her lying warm and naked in his arms, but he had no intention of letting her leave again. Not any time soon, anyway.

As she shifted in his arms, he caught sight of the wicked scar—physical proof of how close he’d nearly come to losing her. Unable to help himself, he smoothed his hand over the puckered flesh. If Neeve had died…

His throat clogged, and he tried to swallow around it. It was one thing to know that she’d gone into hiding, but the idea that death could have taken her from him forever terrified him. He owed Elizabeth a debt of gratitude he wasn’t sure he could ever repay. Gathering Neeve in his arms, he focused on the present which involved convincing her she belonged with him in Maelgwn.

Neeve could practically hear Asher’s thoughts as he studied her marred flesh. Though he had the ability to communicate his thoughts to others, she happily remained immune. However, it didn’t take a scholar to figure out his present opinion. Given his choice in the matter, she’d never return to her adopted home in Hafan.

Dragging his gaze from her wound to her face, he opened his mouth to speak. Unwilling to open the topic for debate, she slipped her hand behind his neck and urged his mouth to hers. Distraction seemed a far better alternative to another argument. Besides, she wanted as many good memories as possible to take with her when she left.

His eyes closed as he melted against her, his tongue stroking the recesses of her mouth as his hands trailed over her suddenly needy flesh. With a start, she realized no amount of memories would ever make up for the reality of his hands on her body. Blinking back the sudden burn of tears, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs.

Asher folded his hands behind his head and watched, curiosity gleaming in his gaze. Leaning forward, she stroked the broad expanse of his muscled chest, dragging her nails over the tight nubs of his nipples and through the sprinkling of hair. The chestnut-brown curls thickened, forming a silky trail to his groin. With teasing nips, she followed the path downward to where his cock began showing signs of life again. Goose bumps rose on her skin at the remembered sensation of his shaft pounding into her. Her attempt at distraction aside, she couldn’t wait to experience his mastery over her body again.

Tracing the veins in his thickening erection, she watched as his eyes darkened. His desire, only momentarily sated, grew as rapidly as his cock did. Neeve scooted backward, the crisp hair on his legs abrading her inner thighs and her damp pussy. Wrapping her fingers around his burgeoning width, she glanced at his face. From under heavy eyelids, he watched—his jaw tight and his gaze hungry.

Gripping him firmly, she bent forward and engulfed as much of his cock as she could take in a single motion. His hips arched sharply upward and his breath hissed through clenched teeth.

“
Cariad
.” The harshly groaned word was more warning than endearment.

Hiding a smile of satisfaction, she slid up and down his length, taking him as far into her throat as she could. He tasted of their combined releases—an almost pleasant salty tang that filled her mouth. Her hair flopped over her face as she took him deeper, sucking hard as she swirled her tongue over every vein and thick ridge.

Asher reached out and brushed her hair from her face, coiling the long strands around his fist. “So fucking beautiful.”

Pleasure burst in her at his compliment. Using hands and mouth, she worked him faster, wanting to give him at least a trace of the pleasure he’d given her. He shuddered under her ministrations, pumping his cock into her mouth. Just as suddenly, his motion stopped, and he tightened his hand in her hair, yanking slightly.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just want to be inside your sweet cunt when I come.”

His quietly rasped words fanned her desire higher, making her clench in anticipation. He pulled his legs from between hers and shifted into a kneeling position. Turning her away from him, he pushed her to her hands and knees before smoothing his palms over her bottom and dragging his fingertips between the cleft of her ass.

She shuddered in anticipation of his wide cock filling her again as her juices coated the inside of her thighs. Slicking his thumb with her arousal, he spread it over her anus, gently circling the puckered area and teasing the sensitive flesh as he set the wide head of his cock at the snug opening of her pussy. Carefully, he pushed forward, entering her slowly.

She didn’t want slow. She wanted him to fuck her like he had before—as if he’d lost all control over his body. She wanted to feel his desperation for her, feel every merciless stroke as he plowed into her.

Without warning, she slammed herself backward with such force that his balls slapped against her cunt. They both groaned at the force of it. Clutching her hips with both hands, he pulled almost all of the way out before lunging forward again. Every forceful plunge pushed a cry from her lips. Need coiled tightly inside her, spiraling tighter with each thrust, with every hard smack of his balls against her clit. As much as she wanted to prolong the pleasure, she knew she wasn’t going to last. Meeting every hungry shove, she threw her hips backward, taking him fully inside her.

Sensation coalesced in her womb as his cock plowed through her swollen tissues. Her hunger wound tighter with every pitiless thrust. As she hovered on the edge of release, the door opened and Joseph entered, his gaze fixed on the carnal scene before him. Neeve’s rhythm faltered, but Asher’s stayed steady.

As if in a trance, Joseph sank into a chair across from the bed, his features tight and his eyes hard with arousal. As he watched, his hand strayed to his braes. He fumbled with the closure and freed his thick erection. Starting at the root, he stroked upward, his eyes never leaving the bed.

A rush of moisture flooded her pussy, bathing Asher’s cock as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the head of Joseph’s cock.

Asher leaned forward, draping himself over her back. “Do you like that,
cariad
? Do you like knowing he’s watching, wishing he was buried in your tight pussy instead of me?”

Chapter Four

Neeve took a shuddering breath, unable to think of a single response. While she’d been at the temple, she and Asher had occasionally had sex while other people occupied the same room, but never had anyone watched with the intensity that Joseph watched them now. Longing brightened the already brilliant blue of his eyes as they fastened on hers.

She couldn’t look away as he dragged his clenched fist down over his swollen cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum around the ruddy head. Asher had slowed his strokes to match the speed of Joseph’s hand, and it was impossible not to wonder what it would feel like to have both of them loving her at once. Two sets of hands playing over her skin, two mouths kissing and suckling, two cocks filling her…

She stifled a whimper as shivers racked her body and her internal muscles clenched around Asher.

“I was right.” He chuckled. The sound vibrated through her body, ratcheting her need higher. “You do like to be watched.” Leaning forward, he skimmed his lips along her spine. “Look at how hard he is. That’s all for you,
cariad.”

The whimper she’d held back earlier escaped, becoming a sharp cry as it passed her lips.

Joseph’s breath caught in his chest, and she felt the impact of it from across the small room. The tight sound echoed in the pit of her belly.

Asher dragged his fingertips along her spine as she continued to stare at Joseph. She arched into her lover’s touch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the other man. Over and over, the thick head of his cock pushed through the circle of his fingers, becoming slicker with each thrust. She remembered what he’d felt like sliding between her lips the night the three of them had made love with Elizabeth and Micah. Heightened arousal slammed through her at the memory, and she bathed Asher’s cock with a fresh rush of fluid.

“Are you remembering that night?” he asked, as he pushed more forcefully into her willing body. She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t do anything except cry out at the sensation of his balls slapping her clit with every delicious lunge. When she didn’t respond, he continued, “I am. I can’t forget the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock as he writhed beneath you and I filled your tight cunt. I remember how hard you gripped me as he pumped into your mouth, how hard you came. Do you remember that, Neeve? Do you remember?” he groaned.

Her arms shook with the force of remaining upright as he thrust faster into her body, keeping time with the other man’s rough strokes. Asher gripped her hips more tightly, digging his fingertips into her flesh, adding a slight pinch of pain. The pain combined with the sensation of Asher pounding into her and the visual stimulation of Joseph sliding his hand over his cock was too much.

“I remember,” she rasped, her voice barely audible over the wet slap of flesh and Joseph’s guttural cry as he stiffened, thick spurts of ropey cum covering his hand. His eyes never left hers. The beginnings of release coiled within her abdomen. Her internal muscles rippled and contracted around her lover’s girth as wild bliss coalesced in her womb before rippling outward, washing over her.

Asher pumped faster, pushing through her orgasm and headlong into another. Slamming into her, he froze. A harsh groan escaped his lips as he came, hot and heavy, filling her completely.

Seemingly reluctant, he pulled from her body, and they collapsed in a trembling heap onto the mattress. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she noticed Joseph dampen a cloth in a basin of water. He leveled a glance at Asher then smoothed the wet cloth over her face and neck. She sighed in contentment as Asher took the cloth and swiped it over her breasts and belly and between her legs before handing it back to Joseph.

The rustle of clothing hitting the floor reached her as she let her eyes drift closed.

“Move over,” Joseph demanded. “There’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor.”

Asher pulled her closer as the mattress dipped at her side and she felt another hard, warm body stretch out beside her. Sighing, she relaxed and let sleep descend.

* * * *

Darkness had fallen when the pitching and heaving of the waves woke her. Pinned between two hot, heavy bodies, she panicked in the near suffocating blackness. Thick fear clogged her lungs, and she thrashed, trying to escape the stifling press of flesh against her.