Immortally Theirs [Legends & Myths] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

In spite of the years Claire had spent as Mark’s captive, this form of captivity didn’t scare her. In fact, it increased the desire flowing through her. She knew she could escape the bonds if she wanted to. She didn’t want to, though. Her chest heaved under the brother’s heated stares as she was stretched out for them. They took in all of her, their intense gazes raking over her body and making her pussy cream in anticipation of what was to come.

Stefan pressed his cock against her entrance again and slid his head inside, but then he pulled it back out and teased her sensitive lower lips with it. He rubbed it over her clit and she almost came undone, but he pulled back again. Claire cried out in frustration and gripped the ropes binding her to the bed.

Christian leaned down over her and his penetrating stare bore into her. “Are you ever going to scare us like that again?”

She shook her head, just needing them to get on with it and give her what she so desperately wanted.

“I didn’t hear you, baby.” Christian’s gaze didn’t waver.

“No, I won’t.” Her breath came in gasps and her body quivered from head to toe.

Christian kept his eyes focused on hers. “I don’t know, brother. What do you think? Enough punishment for now?”

Stefan rubbed his swollen head against her clit again. She couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her head back and cried out, her arms and legs straining against the bindings.

“I think we should let her off the hook. For now.” Stefan ground his pelvis against her. “But leave the ropes. I like her like this.”

Claire cried out with a mixture of joy and relief as Stefan finally slid his hard cock inside her. He moved with infuriating slowness at first, sliding all the way into her before pulling almost all the way out. Christian closed the distance between them and possessed her lips with his. Stefan increased his pace, thrusting his cock into her again and again, harder and harder each time. Flesh slapped against flesh and tongues dueled and danced.

Christian reached his hand between her body and Stefan’s and found her clit. He stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue thrust into her mouth and Stefan slammed into her. Being bound, prevented from touching them while they worked her body into a frenzy, was too much. Stefan withdrew again and then reversed course, hitting home at the same time Christian rolled her clit between his fingers.

Claire’s body and her world came undone. She screamed into Christian’s mouth, his lips still firmly pressed to hers as his tongue slid against hers. Her muscles clamped down and Stefan cried out his release as his cock jerked and spurted inside her. Christian continued to stroke her clit and she tumbled over the cliff again and again, her body convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure.

As her body finally spiraled down from her numerous orgasms, Christian released her lips and pulled back. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. “So, about that promise you made to take our last name.”

Claire’s eyes widened and panic gripped her. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

Stefan scoffed. His cock was still buried inside her and it jerked. “Not a chance, love. You made sure you became immortal. Now you’re stuck with us forever.”

Christian released her bindings and then propped himself up on his elbow at her side. She wanted to wrap her arms around both men, but her limbs seemed to have turned to mush. Christian drew a circle around one of her nipples with his fingertip and her skin erupted in tiny bumps. “We just thought a nice little ceremony might be appropriate. Maybe something in the courtyard.”

Stefan winked at her. “Right in front of the fountain.”

Claire grinned. She wondered what all those visitors over at the Fountain of Youth Archeological Park would think if they knew the real fountain of youth was located in a private little courtyard in the middle of the Historic District. The idea of taking Christian’s and Stefan’s family name in front of the unassuming fountain sounded perfect.

She sunk into their embrace and let the rhythm of their breathing lull her into relaxed bliss. Her body had never felt so good, so strong and ache-free. And it felt so right to be with both of these men. She smiled as the truth of what she had become settled over her. She was immortal. And she was theirs. Soon she would share their name, as well.

Her forehead crinkled as a question occurred to her. “De la Fuente. What does it mean?”

Christian chuckled and nuzzled her ear. “It means of the fountain.”

Claire laughed, the coincidence too perfect. “Of course it does.”

The three of them rolled on the bed, laughing as the sound of life-giving waters that bubbled in the courtyard below drifted up through the open doors.

Two Months Later

Christian rounded the corner and came to a stop. He’d walked the corridor leading to his bedroom every day, the room he now shared with Claire and even Stefan on most nights, although both he and his brother also liked to steal her for some one-on-one time occasionally. But today felt different. The electrician had finished installing the special lighting Claire had requested and the soft light highlighted specific aspects of the mural she had spent so much time painting over the last couple of months. She had also removed the heavy draperies that had obscured the windows and now sunlight streamed in, brightening the corridor and reflecting off the kaleidoscope of colors adorning the walls.

The mural had started out much smaller, with the Poinciana tree gracing the wall and ceiling above the bedroom door and the courtyard fountain depicted next to it. But Claire hadn’t been satisfied with that. She had extended the mural along both walls leading down the corridor until there was no space left unadorned. The effect was stunning.

The entire corridor now resembled the courtyard that could be seen from the windows lining this hallway. The wall with the windows had been painted to resemble the front of the casa, its weathered coquina walls and dark wood accents rising regally to the ceiling. Along the opposite wall, Claire had painted a row of orange trees, their white blossoms shining in the sunlight. Beneath their canopies was the rendering of the new fire pit and benches Claire had insisted they install in order to sit outside and enjoy the garden once the weather turned cooler. Tropical plants had been painted all along both walls, just as the actual plants filled the garden downstairs. Claire had spent hours in the garden, adding to the many colorful plants that had been growing there for years, until the entire space bloomed with color and fragrance.

Christian smiled as he thought of how easily Claire had adjusted to her life here at the casa and to her immortality. She was a force to be reckoned with, no longer timid and unsure of herself. The scope of this mural was a reflection of the way she had embraced her new existence. He had tried to be angry at her for taking such drastic measures to ensure her immortality, but his happiness at knowing Claire would be with him forever had won out. The mural she had painted had brought life and beauty into this corridor, but she had brought life and beauty back to his heart.

Claire stood at the other end of the corridor with her back to him. Christian walked toward her and then rested his hands on her shoulders. “It’s finished?”

Claire shook her head and then turned her head to him with a smile that never ceased to light up his world. “Almost.”

Claire bent to pick up a paintbrush, the smallest one in her collection, and dipped it in the dark-gray paint sitting next to her brushes. She knelt and leaned toward the wall where the fountain was painted, obscuring Christian’s view while she worked. After a few minutes, she stood back up and turned to him, a smile playing across her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. “Now it’s finished.”

Christian leaned down to get a closer look at the changes she had made. She had painted a small heart onto the fountain containing the initials C. C. S. Christian looked up at her and smiled. “Christian, Claire, and Stefan.”

Claire nodded and Christian turned back to the painting again. In the bottom corner of the fountain, the artist’s name had been added. Claire de la Fuente. Heat flared in Christian’s heart and flooded through his veins. If he lived to be a million years old, he would never tire of seeing his name attached to Claire’s.

He stood up and turned to Claire, pulling her into his arms. “Thank you.”

Her eyebrows pulled together. “For what?”

Christian rested his forehead against hers. “For this. For the life you brought here. For bringing Stefan and I back together. For giving me a reason to exist. For being my wife. For all of it.”

His voice choked and he closed his eyes, his emotions overwhelming him. In that moment, he knew he would do it all over again. If he had a chance to go back to that battlefield so long ago and change the course of history, to ensure that he and his brother would not have died that fateful night, he would have refused to alter the events. If they had lived through that battle, if they had never been shown the magical waters that bubbled up from the ground, they would never have met Claire. He and Stefan would have been long dead by now and buried in the family plot in the cemetery down the street. They would not have the pleasure of spending an eternity with the incredible woman he held in his arms. And he knew one eternity wouldn’t even be enough with her.

“Silly boy.” Christian opened his eyes at the playful tone of Claire’s voice. One corner of her mouth turned up. “How long is it going to take for me to get it through your thick head that I’m the one who has everything to be thankful for?”

A sly grin spread across Christian’s face. “Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t we start with eternity and go from there?”

Claire reached out and turned the doorknob before pushing the bedroom door open. “Sounds like a plan.” She pressed one hand against his chest and pushed him through the doorway. “But I’m warning you, that’s not going to be long enough to do all the things I want to do to you.”

Christian grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, swinging the door shut with his other hand. “My thoughts exactly.”

As he lowered his head to claim Claire’s lips, he vaguely wondered where Stefan was. His brother seemed to have an uncanny ability to know whenever sex was imminent and Christian had no doubt that Stefan would be joining them soon. But for the moment, Claire was all his. And he was all hers, for now and for eternity.

THE END

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