Jacob's Trial [Forbidden Legacy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

“Pleasure.” He caught the earlobe in his teeth and tugged it, nipping hard enough to sting but not so hard as to injure. “Begins and ends with just a brush of contact. Every part of your body, be it your lips, your fingers, or your plump breasts, is a part of the magic you create with pleasure.”

He closed his eyes as he nuzzled her ear, amused by the way her thighs locked on his hips, but he was not going to be dissuaded. Every night since they’d confronted the Danae, he or Jacob carried her off to bed, leaving the other to watch, to protect, and to guard. But he’d always known the Wizard was just steps away, the weight of his anxiety and jealousy conflicting with the oath both promised to Cassandra.

“Magic, like pleasure, can be coaxed from the world—caressed into existence.” Stroking his fingers over the pulse points in her wrists, he chuckled at the wild cadence thrumming through her. He abandoned her ear to nuzzle her throat, teasing the thud of her heart as she arched her back. The silk of his shirt glided between their chests, teasing the hard pebbles of her nipples.

“You can rush and thrust your control over the wild magic.” He pressed his hips to her, slowly rubbing his stiff, erect cock against the soaking-wet heat of her pussy. The swift inhale and low whimper escaping from her clenched teeth amused him. “Or you can learn the finesse of control, demanding that the wild magic obey you as you summon.”

Hair falling around his face, he kissed a slow path down to one breast, teasing the curve of it before favoring the turgid nipple with the gentlest kiss. Her whole body bucked beneath his, and he smiled against the pebble, drawing it between his lips to lave his tongue to the point, drawing back the pressure every time she writhed and waiting until she stilled before suckling it into his mouth.

Lifting his head, his gaze collided with Cassie’s molten gold. “You are tempestuous and impulsive, but do you want the magic to ride you or do you want to control the magic?”

“So not fair.” Her low, throaty whisper amused him. “Are we talking about magic or sex?”

“Between us, there is little separation for the two. You call my magic from me as much as you do my seed. You pull it into your body, absorbing and changing it. But you do it by reflex and instinct, not with control.”

Her chest rose and fell beneath his in hard, short pants for air. The rich autumn auburn of her hair clung to her face in damp tendrils. The sweet musk of her arousal tickled his nostrils. The first time he shared her bed, she’d ridden his hand to orgasm. A brush of his thumb to her clit and she’d exploded gloriously for him. Her responses were so ripe and unabashed.

She was the spring storm, flashes of lightning and the pound of sweet rain answering the siren call of the earth. But she was also the untouched land, malleable to instruction, and desperately reshaping herself to the environment. In every aspect, exquisite innocence surrounded her beautifully exotic allure.

His heart pledged itself on their first meeting, his soul and his mind swiftly following. Sharing her with the Wizard was a small price to pay to be allowed access to the possibility of Cassandra.

Her breathing slowed, and she let out a slow groan. “This is a lesson?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He blew a breath on her damp nipple, enjoying the sudden inhale and squeeze of her thighs. The slick wetness of her pussy soaked the front of his groin, but he held fast to his control. She fought their lessons, disbelieving the need to harness the wild magic she could summon, a gift lost to the Fae for far too long as the iron wielded by humans gradually shackled the earth.

“I hate you.” But the words rode laughter frothed in desire. “Fine. I’ll play. What do I need to do?”

He grinned. His passionate Cassandra disliked being controlled. She fought them on every front with small rebellions, placating the Wizard’s ego while seeking Helcyon’s approval and siding with Helcyon to tweak the Wizard.

Negotiation, he’d quickly learned, was her aphrodisiac. She would submit beautifully—compliant, soft, and passionate—when he allowed her the veneer of control.

“That depends.” He rubbed his chin gently against the soft curve of her breast. “What is your goal?”

Her eyebrows lifted. Keen assessment slid through the passion darkening her gaze. “If you have to ask, I have a feeling I haven’t been doing something right.” Her hips arched, one leg sliding behind his to let her grind upward, stroking the length of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy. The fabric of his pants rasped against her, but he eased the pressure, preventing her from grinding her clit to him.

“Now who’s cheating?” He bit down on the hard point of her nipple. Her sudden inhale coupled with the easing grip of her thighs satisfied his point. “You don’t want to learn defense, but you have the ability within you to harness the magic to block others and to shield. Conversely.” He soothed the reddening nipple with whispers of breath and gentle licks of the tongue, stoking the fires she fought to bank. “You have the ability to remove barriers, to strip away that which blocks you.”

“You mean like whisking my clothes away?”

Helcyon applauded the quiet control firming her voice. Cassandra learned faster than any other student he’d taught. He adored the swift connections her mind leapt to make, the speed at which she adapted to the mercurial world they were immersed in. In over a thousand years, such swift changes always accompanied chaos, pain, and death.

Not with Cassandra.

Not while breath filled his body.

“Exactly.” He released her, peeling himself away from the warm softness of her body, and urged her toward the pillows. Unabashed about her nudity, she shifted until her head lay against the pillows. Helcyon admired the lean length of her body, the roundness of her full breasts, the flat tummy that tapered down to round hips.

Child-bearing hips.
The thought stiffened him painfully, and he pushed it away. The longing for a child was the burden of all Fae. Filling Cassandra’s womb with his child was a dream he forced from his mind. They would have time to explore that, but she had to learn first. If she failed to learn, if her inexperience and instincts cost her life…

Avert.
The untenable thought would not be allowed purchase in his mind. He reached into the chest at the end of the bed and drew out two silken ropes. He’d brought little with him to the fortress he and the Wizard built on the mountainside. Cassandra couldn’t believe their good fortune in finding the perfect manse available for purchase and it took some explaining to describe how they’d only secured the deed for the land from the humans. They’d combined their magic to carve her palace from stone, earth, and forest, blending seamlessly into the landscape where no road would reach. They imbued every brick, stone, and plank of wood with the magic she’d filled them with, the magic she’d pulled from both of them, redoubled, and returned.

It was constructed of Wizard, Fae, and Cassandra.

Rolling his head around, the tension in his neck popped. Cassandra shifted one knee upward, allowing him the beautiful sight of her sweet, damp, pink nether lips. Her mouth curved. The she-wench knew exactly what she was doing, and he allowed the amusement to filter into his expression.

Her gaze dipped to the silken ropes in his hands. “What are those for?”

“Control.” He circled the bed, drawing the ties across his palms. “Put your hands up to the headboard.”

Her teeth dragged against her lower lip. He hardened at the action. His cock jerked as he recalled the feeling of her mouth wrapping around him, pulling him deep into her throat, and the greedy way she swallowed every drop of seed. Exhaling slowly, he reasserted his control. Her lip biting was her tell. He always knew that her mind worked through the possibilities when she worried that soft, lush lower lip.

He waited, drinking in the shift of her hips and the roll of her bottom against the bed. Excitement beat in her pulse, flooding her body with the fire he longed to bury himself into, stoking that furnace until it consumed them both. But she needed control, and here, in this bedroom, she would learn how to take that power by submitting to the need for it.

Lips pursing, Cassandra raised her arms and pushed her hands against the slats of his headboard. He allowed another smile, this one warm with approval. Moving swiftly, he wrapped the silken ties around her wrists before threading them through the slats. Firm and secure but not tight enough to be painful. Cassandra watched him wordlessly, the tempest of her desire banked against the curiosity he could sense shimmering the air around her.

But she said nothing, and he paused to slant his mouth across hers, a long, wet kiss that invited her tongue to duel. She murmured a groan against his mouth and Helcyon dragged his lips away, containing the need to devour her.

She growled, and he slid his hands down her sides to pinch her round bottom, enjoying the buck of her hips. “Lesson number one, if you want something, you have to be able to reach for it.”

Her mouth opened, aggravation warring with desire for a foothold in her expression. She tugged her arms, but they remained bound to the headboard. Feathering his hand over her hip, he traced the fine line curving her abdomen, barely brushing across the soft, autumn-kissed curls at the juncture of her thighs.

“If I am supposed to reach for it, why did you tie me up?” The words were husky with emotion.

He stroked his hand down her left thigh, exploring the contour of the muscle flexing beneath his caress. “You think your enemies will be fair with you. That they will give you quarter. But why should they?”

Sweeping his hand up the inside of her thigh, he pressed her legs apart, smiling at the dewy flesh and swollen clit. She pushed up against his hands, trying to lift her hips. Feeling how slick it was with need, he grazed his fingertips lightly across the scorching heat of her pussy, never quite touching the soft flesh.

He chuckled at the wordless snarl of demand, combing the curls of her pussy with his thumb, dipping it down to warm the air above her clit but not quite touching it. “Why should they concede to you anything you want if you can’t take it?”

Steeling himself against the throb of blood pulsing through his cock, he stretched out, slanting his body against hers and indulging himself in a long, slow rub along her naked, quivering flesh. Every muscle in her body clenched and his protested the denial, but he watched her fevered expression. Her lips twitched, opening and closing as though she couldn’t find the words.

Her nipples speared against his chest, their turgid points pebbled to such hardness that the rub of his shirt incited them. He nibbled a path along her upraised bicep, enjoying the spicy musk of her want perfuming the air. Bracing his feet he stroked the length of his cock against her pussy. His pants constricted against his cock and his balls drew up, the pain so close to the edge of bliss that it took every ounce of his control to keep him from sinking home into the sexy little furnace.

The whisper of fabric rasped against her and Cassandra thrashed, but he couldn’t quite reach her clit. The barrier of clothing prevented it, and he lavished his attention across her shoulders, circling her breasts and teasing the desperate nipples flushed dark red with need.

“Lesson number two.” The words clogged in his throat, but he pushed them out, fighting the urge to take one perfectly rosy nipple in his mouth to suckle. He longed to slide down her body and suck that hot little clit into his mouth until she came and he could lick her clean and begin again.

But he focused on the lesson at hand. “You must change the rules if you want to take control back.”

“How?” The wail of sound peaked. He could almost feel her heart slamming against her ribs. He turned his head against her, listening to the wild cadence kickboxing inside her chest.

“Remove the barriers you don’t want to be there…focus…take from me what you want.” Fisting his hands into the comforter, he ground himself against her pussy, his cock desperate to be free. Desire threatened to completely shred his control, but he shackled the lust. Cassandra needed him, and if he could walk through fire for her, he could suffer the brutal pinch of his balls’ impending explosion.

She writhed, trying to adjust herself to ride his cock even through the pants, but he allowed her no quarter, angling away. Denying her completion. He teased the flesh at the edge of her nipples, never quite letting his tongue bathe the rosette. Every whisper of his breath seemed to tighten them until her cries of longing grew fierce.

“Helcyon!” The demand jerked his gaze upward, and her molten gold eyes locked with his. The push of her entwined his soul, and a savage craving seized him. Power poured through the connection, a swift rising tide that battered the tender links of his control. Heat flared and cool air rushed against his overheated flesh.

Sparks sundered the overhead lights, showering hot ash in a cascade around them. He flashed a shield to catch the flaming specks as his cock sank into the hot, slick flesh of her pussy. Freed of any barriers, he thrust inside of her and swallowed her scream with his mouth. Patience raced away from his tethers. His hips slammed into hers as her legs locked around him, dragging him deeper with every drive.

The swollen, hot flesh of her inner muscles pulled at him greedily. Another flash of smoke, and the sweet scent of sandalwood mingled with pine and her arms came around him, her nails digging into his scalp and triumph flooded him even as his heart seized. He shifted the angle, pushing her over the edge and holding her as she screamed her release before the liquid fire in his cock exploded, shooting his seed deep toward her womb, and still he thrust, caught in the harness of her need. The inner walls of her pussy clenched at him, milking every drop until he sagged into her arms, collapsing under the shuddering weight of release.