Jacob's Trial [Forbidden Legacy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

But it was Jacob’s eyes she stared into when she found the breath to whisper, “Yes.”

“Relax.” Helcyon’s voice drifted butterfly caresses against her ear, and as she rose upward, his finger slid into her ass. The pressure was intense, and he retreated as she thrust back down. Again and again he repeated the gesture, adding a second finger and stretching her as she tried to maintain the too-slow rhythm.

A vein throbbed in Jacob’s forehead. He murmured words, small things, endearments and encouragements. His hands slid up her chest to toy with her breasts, shaping them as Helcyon worked her ass.

“She’s so fucking tight.” Jacob hissed between his teeth as he seemed to swell within her cunt, or maybe it was just the pressure of Helcyon’s fingers as he worked at stretching her. Dampness slicked her skin, and they touched her everywhere. She glided against Jacob on the down stroke, and her back was slippery on Helcyon’s chest as she came up.

The pressure against the upper wall of her pussy was too much. Relieving it filled her with Helcyon’s fingers as he gently fucked her ass, stretching it, and she knew why. She fought the dueling urges to take a deep breath and hold it tight in anticipation. The raw scent of arousal drenched the room.

They were everywhere. Hands ran up and down her body. Jacob surged upward, pulling her mouth down to his, kissing her and licking the inside of her lips. Helcyon’s fingers abandoned her, and his mouth ran down the length of her ass, swirling against the hole he’d tormented so deliciously. Jacob held her fast, his cock clamped in her surging muscles.

Jacob kissed her temple, murmuring at her to relax, and their skin slid together as he helped Helcyon shift her until she was straddling Jacob fully, her ass tilted upward. The tip of Helcyon’s cock, damp and slick, pressed against her ass, and they held still as she sucked in a deep breath.

She had to relax. She couldn’t tense up, even as ribbons of need and want twined tighter and tighter in her core. Jacob lifted, gliding out of her as Helcyon pushed in. Her skin stretched, tingling as the slow burn of Helcyon’s cock tunneled inside her and Jacob retreated.

She moaned as Helcyon’s hips bumped her ass. Inch by inch, he filled her, stretching his chest along her back until he lay against her as she hovered over Jacob. She couldn’t breathe as the air pushed out of her lungs. He relaxed, pulling out slowly as Jacob surged forward. As if by unspoken signal, they reversed, lifting her off one cock as the other sank deeply inside her.

The colors in the room began to swirl in a wild tornado. Every stroke added to the pressure surging up. Energy collided inside her as their cocks seesawed to an awe-inspiring depth. She’d imagined pain, but it was just decadent, soul-wrenching connection.

She was connected to Jacob and to Helcyon, and through her they connected to each other. For the first time, the seams stitching their relationship together burst wide, swamping her under the depth of power surging and receding against her, through her, and around her.

It was beyond anything she could have imagined. The fire inside of her roared and filled every crevice of her soul with sunshine. The raw intimacy illuminated her. She could feel Jacob. She was aware of him, of his passion, his need, his trepidation about the future, and most of all his desperation to connect with her, with both of them. To forge togetherness.

She could sense Helcyon. He was a deep, unfathomable well of power, wisdom, and loneliness. Inside him existed such utter loneliness that it took her breath away. But circling that loneliness was a joy, pure, unadulterated joy. Joy at her love. Joy for Jacob’s acceptance.

The intimacy wound around her and through her even as their bodies took up the rhythm, finding the right pace. She surged between them, writhing at the passion storming over her. Jacob seized her mouth, kissing her again. Helcyon kissed the sweat from her brow, groaning his pleasure into her ear as they thrust into her. She didn’t know who to touch, where to turn and let go of the control.

The added pressure of the two of them sent an orgasm storming through her. As she clamped down, riding between them, they increased the pace, pounding thrusts into her until she arched her head and screamed.

She shook from the unrelenting pleasure shredding through her sense of self. She wasn’t one. She was three. Jacob tensed below her as Helcyon locked up behind her and they came together, filling her with cum. Their orgasms shattered the last boundaries into a billion brilliant shards of stained glass and drew them back in like a black hole swallowing all the light in the room.

She collapsed against Jacob, her head sliding damply on his shoulder as Helcyon’s weight pressed down against them both. The tremors rocketing through her body squeezed more tears from her eyes, and she smiled when she saw the men touch hands once, an acknowledgement, before their hands glided back to her.

Safe, secure, and sated, she savored the connection flowing through her like an open river, filling every pore. She was home.

Where she’d always belonged.

Helcyon stroked through the water, arm over arm, and rolled onto his back to float. Jacob leaned at the side of the pool, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and his phone in the other. Cassandra cavorted in the deeper water, swimming down to the bottom and then shooting upward again. It was an indolent way to spend the afternoon, but considering Jacob’s near-death experience, it was also very much needed.

The Wizards had put together the pieces of some of the puzzle. But there were too many unknowns.

“Miller’s confirmed it. The Brotherhood isn’t the only faction in town. He’s accounted for at least four others, three of which we thought didn’t even exist anymore and haven’t been seen in longer than I’ve been alive.” Jacob tossed the phone onto a pile of soft towels near the poolside. “The Councilors are beginning to arrive.”

“Will Elijah be coming to see you?” Helcyon spared a small smile of amusement for the shock rippling across Jacob’s face. Despite his taciturn nature and hotheaded temper, he liked Jacob. The man had potential, and he’d accepted Helcyon. The shift in push-pull between them was too early to test, but it relieved Helcyon of one worry.

Cassandra would not become collateral damage in a war between them. Together, they had the wisdom and the ingenuity to keep her safe. That was all that mattered.

“How do you know Elijah?” Jacob bit into the sandwich, his gaze tracking Cassandra’s ascent up the ladder and her quick wave to both of them before she dove back in. She’d been sore after their lovemaking, but her smile never dimmed. She’d showered them both with kisses and affection before limping off to the warm pool they’d installed.

Watching her naked body cleave through the water stirred his own to life, so Helcyon forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Sharing truth with a Wizard—no, with Jacob—would take some adjustment on both their parts.

“Elijah was old when I was young.” Helcyon hauled himself out of the water. The sandstone was warm against his bare skin. Like Jacob, he’d elected to wear a set of swim trunks for their sojourn. “He acted as an emissary to the court of the Danae’s father.”

He paused to pour himself a glass of juice. Jacob preferred the beer, while Cassandra worshipped her coffee. But, fruit juices were Helcyon’s preference. This one combined five different flavors, and Cassandra made the Wizards bring him truckloads of it when she found out he liked it.

Blotting the water from his face with a towel, he waited for Jacob’s next question. But the man surprised him. “He never said anything about that to me.”

“Likely it slipped his mind or he did not see it as relevant in a time period when the Fae were anathema to the Wizards. Your discovery two hundred years ago marked the beginning of a scandal both here and in Underhill.” Sipping the juice, he waited. He’d given his word to never bring it up, but if Jacob were to ask him, then he would not be in violation of that word.

“You knew my father.”

Helcyon smiled. “Yes I did.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” His tone wasn’t quite hostile, but the tepid beginnings of friendship cooled.

“I did not bring it up.” Helcyon set the glass down and selected a cube of cheese. The sandwiches and so-called finger foods had been Jacob’s idea when Cassandra nixed his offer of pizza.

“Yes you did, you danced around it until I a—” Jacob paused. “You’re a cagey son of a bitch.”

Helcyon grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You couldn’t tell me?”

“Something like that.” Some oaths were offered without a thought for the consequence, while others were borne from the certainty that it would never matter. Helcyon’s promise was a little bit of both.

Jacob went silent, his gaze returning to Cassandra, who swam lazily toward them. Neither said a word as she found her footing and bobbed over to where they sat.

“Has something else gone wrong?” Her gold eyes glowed faintly, but more from the lighting than her magic.

“Not that we know of.” Helcyon brushed the damp hair away from her face. He loved her like this. Free of the trappings of the human world, her face clean of makeup and her breasts bobbing in the warm water.

“Then why so serious, and can one of you pass me my coffee?” She leaned against the side as they both shifted to give her space between them. Her arms folded against the warm sandstone, and her face tilted up to look at them.

“It seems your Elf knows my father. Or did.” Jacob picked up the mug and pressed it into Cassandra’s damp hands, covering hers until she held it steady and could sip.

She wrinkled her nose up at him. “I saw that high five in there. He’s your Elf, too.”

The half smile, half chuckle warmed Helcyon’s heart. Jacob didn’t deny it. “I didn’t know him. I didn’t think I wanted to know him. So, what can you tell me?”

“Your father fell from favor within the court. He resigned himself to the outlands of Underhill. He refused to pay homage to the Danae and lived as a recluse. I journeyed to visit him periodically as much to check on his health as to obey the will of the Danae that I request he return to make his apologies. Five times I visited him, and on four of those times he refused to return.”

Cassandra set her mug on the edge and looked thoughtful. “What did he do the fifth time?”

“He confessed that he and two others had discovered a way to travel from Underhill.” Helcyon sighed. The upheaval to the human world had an unpredictable effect, but upon Underhill, it had been deadly. “You must understand that after the burnings and the great purge, the Danae sealed Underhill, banning all from below to travel above. No more Wizards were we allowed to father, no more enemies were we allowed to create. To do so was punishable by death.”

A muscle ticked in Jacob’s cheek.

“Artur’s discovery meant he’d circumvented the Danae’s magic. He’d found a loophole. And he’d exploited it.”

“Okay, don’t be offended, but cut to the chase. There’s a point to this story, a fact you want me to have. Skip to it.” Jacob’s voice was tight with emotion. Cassandra shifted in the water, wrapping her arms around one of his legs and pressing her cheek to his knee. Jacob relaxed fractionally, but his hard gaze never left Helcyon’s.

“Your father, along with two others, broke the Danae’s edict. They came to this world, and all three fathered children. You were one of them. Elijah—your
Domovoi
—found you because
I
warned him. Even unto his death, Artur never revealed the identities of the other two. I am certain that at least one of them—Ashurian—was Michael’s father. Sixty years ago, Ashurian was executed for multiple crimes including maintaining contact and training a Wizard. It wasn’t until his trial that the breach between Underhill and your world became public knowledge in the Danae’s court.”

Helcyon sighed. The political machinations of the court dated back nearly a thousand years, with relationships forming and crumbling over the perception of a slight.

“So the Danae executed my father as well?” Jacob’s tone was too even, verging on bland. Cassandra held fast to his leg, offering comfort. Comfort the man seemed willing to accept as he stroked her damp hair.

“No, Artur died from the blight in the outlands. Isolated from the court, his magic dwindled more swiftly. He faded. A few days before he died, he summoned me and made me swear never to seek you out.”

“The Danae ordered you to kill Jacob.” Cassandra’s ability to cut right to the heart of the layers was a unique gift, one Helcyon treasured.

“Yes. When we first began to broach the subject of returning to your world, before I knew of her plans for you. She ordered that all the Wizards fathered since the purge be removed if possible. It wasn’t personal, it was political and it would keep us on the footing of the abandoned and the lost.” Helcyon rubbed the back of his neck. “Artur knew that order was coming, so he asked for my oath to keep me away from his son.”

“Must have been a real pain in the ass when I showed up in Chicago.” The trace of black humor relieved the anxiety thickening the air.

“Somewhat, yes. But I had already honored Artur’s promise, and once Cassandra began to care about you, the Danae’s order was rescinded.” He saved the last for Cassandra and smiled at the relief that spread across her face. The Danae hadn’t wanted to rescind the order, but Cassandra’s reactions left her uncertain and she wasn’t willing to alienate her. Not yet anyway.