Linda Gayle (16 page)

“You bastard!” She whirled on Henri then remembered she was addressing a god when the shadow flickered around him and a scary hint of flame showed in his eyes. There was no point. She couldn’t win against a god. She shook her fist at him instead. “You think I’m going to waste away like Mohea? No. I’m going to be with them, one way or another.” She flung her arm back toward the dolphins. “I don’t know if I love them, or if I can love them, or if they can love me. But I know there’s something between us. Something between them that they want me to be part of. And I want it. I want it more—more than
life
.”

Henri and Maria listened to her rant, wide-eyed. Even the old crone seemed impressed and nodded sagely. While she had their attention, Lyric turned and started stomping toward into the deeper waters. As her stomps turned into hops and the waves licked over her thighs and then her hips, she stripped off her T-shirt, her shorts. Her heart hammered, and if she’d been standing on land, anyone would’ve seen her shaking from head to toe. Now, though, courage suffused her veins, and she knew she had to do this. For them. For all of them.

The dolphins must have seen her coming because they began to whistle and chirp, leaping out of the water. Warning or welcome? She couldn’t tell. Over the thumping of her pulse, she heard Henri behind her say, “She’s bluffing.”

“I no think so,” Maria mused.

“Let her drown,” Henri scoffed.

“Then her death be curse on
your
head.”

“They defied me!” he roared. A shiver of primal fear rode over Lyric’s nerves, making her fingers go cold and her lips tremble, but she sloshed ahead, the water breast-deep now.
Please let this work.

“Leastwise turn her into dolphin, too,” Maria wheedled.

Oh shit. Well, that would be a new experience.
I’m coming, guys…

She dived under when her toes barely touched the sand and swam toward her lovers.

Chapter Twelve

Lyric rolled on the shore, her lungs burning. The sun beat down on her skin, drying it, and she struggled to gasp in a breath.

Moana flopped down on her right, and Rahiti fell to the sand on her left.

“It was not that funny,” Rahiti groused.

A fresh wave of laughter squeezed the air from her lungs. Her sides aching, Lyric held up her hand in surrender. “Stop, oh my God…”

“I had forgotten how big
—
and scary
—
coconut crabs are.” His face set in stern lines, Rahiti sulked.

Grinning, Moana shook his head. “Never have I seen you run so fast. Maybe when you were racing, you should have thought one of them was chasing you. Then even I couldn’t catch you.”

Rahiti reached across Lyric’s stomach to grab his friend, who slipped agilely away, and before she knew it, they were chasing each other across the beach. Two glorious, naked men, muscles glistening with sea water, grappling, wrestling. Oh God, yeah. Life was good.

She rolled to her side to watch as Rahiti took Moana down, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head. “Now, say you are sorry!”

“For laughing at you? Never!”

Rahiti bore his weight down on him, snarling. “Soon you will be crying.”

“Crying, moaning, sighing…” He wriggled his hips beneath Rahiti. “Your mouth lies, but your body speaks the truth.”

“You are impossible.”

But it was true. Lyric could see Rahiti’s cock getting nice and thick, and she didn’t doubt that Moana’s was, too, pinned underneath his friend. Her mouth watered. Mmm, it would be nice to suck them off again as she’d done that morning, or go down on one while the other tongued her clit, but her pussy ached to be filled, and blowjobs and oral just weren’t going to do it for her much longer. It’d been three days since her reckless bravery had convinced Kanaloa to change them all back. Well, with some urging from Maria, who was some sort of god, too. Pele or maybe Kane. The guys weren’t sure, but they were happy to teach her all the legends of their amazing culture. All the more amazing because apparently some legends still walked the islands, still meddled in human lives. Even though she’d lived through it, Lyric could hardly believe she was part of it all and would be for as long as she breathed. She’d already called her family, told them she’d be staying indefinitely. They thought she’d gone crazy, of course. Maybe she had. The best kind of crazy. She and the guys had started to build their own hut on an isolated stretch of beach, far from prying eyes. The gods had promised they would be allowed to live there. With their aptitude for language and their incomparable knowledge of the islands, they thought they’d get jobs in the tourist trade, and she could do the same. Somehow, they’d make it work.

Moana turned his head toward her, his black hair tossed over his forehead. “Lyric, come and get this monster off of me. He weighs as much as a whale!”

“Yes, come see this small fish I caught,” Rahiti said, his tattooed biceps flexing as he held Moana’s wrists to the sand. “And I think there’s a very little eel under my balls.”

“Little! We’ll see how little you think that eel is when it is exploring the cave of your ass.”

Rahiti scoffed, but his bronzed skin turned shades darker, and he squirmed on top of Moana. Lyric’s nipples hardened, the tips drawing tight and needy, as she got to her feet and strolled over to her men. Their sex talk totally turned her on, hotter and faster than she’d ever believed possible. She hardly had a chance to worry she’d be a third wheel in their relationship before they’d showed her she was an equal to either of them. While they hadn’t fucked again—yet—they’d touched and sucked and caressed each other to sweet insanity the past two nights. Mostly they’d just been grateful to be together again, safe, whole, the gods appeased and retreated back to the other side of the island. Now that the shock had worn off, she knew what she wanted. Both of them.

Slipping off the bikini bottoms she wore to protect herself from the sand, she eyed them both. “Well, look what the tide washed in.”

She bent to kiss Rahiti’s firm, stern lips then felt him melting as their tongues slipped over each other. She knelt and kissed Moana, bringing him Rahiti’s flavor. Moana strained against Rahiti’s grasp. “Rahiti, let me touch her breasts. Her nipples…look at them. Like ripe berries.”

Tormenting his friend, Rahiti trapped Moana’s wrists in one hand then used the other to pinch and squeeze one of Lyric’s nipples. Oh, gods. She bit her lip and cupped her breasts, holding them for his clever fingers. “Rahiti, that’s so good.”

“So close…” Moana strained to lift his head to reach them. “You are evil, Rahiti.”

“Hold him down,” she said, smiling slyly then bending to free Moana’s erection from beneath Rahiti’s thigh. With Rahiti kneeling astride Moana, both their delicious cocks were within reach, and she tucked herself underneath Rahiti’s arm to lick the fat crowns.

Their pre-cum mingled on her tongue, and her pussy contracted sharply. She needed these cocks inside her. They couldn’t both fit in her mouth. She sucked Rahiti down to the base, relaxing her throat to take him, while she slid her hand around and up Moana’s shaft. She inhaled their musk deeply—salt and sun and raw, primal man. They rocked their hips with her movements, and soon hands stroked her thighs and back and hair.

“Lyric,” Rahiti groaned.

“Come here.” Moana pulled at her until her pussy hovered over his face, and she felt the strong strokes of his tongue slipping along her pussy and drinking in her cream.

At this angle, she couldn’t continue the blowjob, so she settled for kissing Rahiti instead as his friend devoured her, and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Her cunt swelled and clenched, and she wriggled against Moana’s devilish tongue. “I need you…inside me,” she panted.

Moana’s long fingers slid between her folds and into her pussy then slid out to coat the moisture around her anus. Lyric stiffened, but Rahiti pulled at her nipples, and the sharp pleasure-pain combined into a fiery glow low in her belly. She could do this. She wanted it.

“Tell me what he’s doing.” Rahiti growled against her ear.

“He’s…” She sucked in a breath. “He’s licking me.”

“Where?”

She twined her fist around Rahiti’s cock. If she was going to be on the brink, she wasn’t going to be there alone. “My butt…hole. My ass. God…”

“More. Tell me.”

He wanted her to talk now? Now, when a new, intense pleasure made her press her forehead into Rahiti’s broad shoulder. “His fingers…he’s pushing inside. Oh…”

Rahiti kissed her sweaty cheek, and she could feel his smile. “I know it’s good.”

She picked up her head to see his gleaming eyes that shared a secret knowledge. “I never…” she confessed in a whisper. “No one…ahh.” She twisted down on the pressure of two spit-slicked fingers probing her opening. A slight edge of pain, then pressure, then bliss, and oh my God, Rahiti reached down to stroke her clit. Her flooded pussy soaked the insides of her thighs, and the first tremors of an orgasm pulsed deep inside her. At this rate, she’d be over the edge before they got their cocks out. Well, they were out, but not in her, where they belonged. “Now,
please
.”

The guys seemed to have a silent exchange about who was going to go where, but in the next breath, Rahiti lay on his back. From behind, Moana positioned her over his friend’s massive erection. She’d never seen him so hard, and she lovingly ran her hand up the hot, veined shaft to the softer head, then down to cradle his heavy balls, already drawn up tight. They weren’t going to last long at this rate.

She reached behind her to kiss Moana’s soft, generous lips, and he easily slipped a finger back into her ass while he sucked her tongue and tasted her mouth, coaxing her body to accept him. Her muscles relaxed, and she sighed at the rush of pleasure. She trusted him utterly not to hurt her.

“Ride me, Lyric.” Rahiti fisted his cock at her entrance, and she eased herself down over it. He was nearly as thick around as her wrist, and she felt the shape of him stretching her inner walls. He thumbed her clit, and a fresh gush of moisture eased his way. How she’d fit both of them, she had no idea, but she needed,
needed
…

Gripping her waist, he eased her up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled back, and she nearly buckled over with the delicious ache blooming inside her.

At her back, Moana’s hand pressed, sliding up to her nape, then down again. His slick fingers toyed with her hole again, and then… She gasped at the thick pressure. He was too big, too relentless.

“You are so beautiful, Lyric,” he whispered, then kissed her shoulder
—h
ot sucking kisses that raised goose bumps. He reached around her to roll her nipple as he eased his dick into her. In an inch, out, in two inches, easing out. “Your body sucks at mine. Your little mouth wants to swallow my cock.”

She cried out as Rahiti drew her own moisture around her clit and the twin feelings collided inside her. She rocked forward then bucked back against Moana’s dick. Moana reached beneath her, used her cream to lubricate his shaft, and then, her pussy swelling, throbbing, needing, she took them both. With a hissed out breath, she sat all the way down on Rahiti’s groin, took a moment to feel the unbelievable fullness of having two fat cocks inside her.

“Moana.” Rahiti slid his fingers around her ass to pull her cheeks apart. “I can feel you.”

“And I can feel you.” He pulled out a little then pushed in again, and both Lyric and Rahiti moaned. “Now, we move together.”

Lyric eased herself up Rahiti’s shaft, then down, while behind her, Moana pumped gently. Her cunt, her ass, her entire body pulsed and yearned and reached for climax. Cream soaked her thighs. Never had she imagined she could feel so full, so complete, so…loved. They found a rhythm like the pummeling of waves on the shore, drawn together like tides, and Lyric cried out, coming hard around them, inner muscles clenching, rippling. Moana pulled her hard up against his chest, and his hot seed flooded her rear while beneath her, Rahiti heaved. Three hard thrusts, and he drove her up into a second climax just as he came, crying her name.

She let her head drop back on Moana’s shoulder while Rahiti smoothed his hands over her belly and breasts, his usually stern face relaxed with awe and wonder and aglow with love. She knew the same look filled her eyes and turned her head for Moana’s kiss.

“You have changed us forever, you who drew us from the sea,” he whispered tenderly, then rubbed his nose against hers.

Rahiti put his hands over Moana’s where they held her. “Three as one.”

Lyric closed her eyes, awash in love and peace and belonging, and knew somewhere the old gods were smiling.

THE END

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