Lords of the Deep (15 page)

Angie’s heart seemed to jump right out of her chest and into her throat. Her belly clenched almost painfully. She gasped, struggling to pull air into her lungs past the tightness in her throat, arching upward in offering to his mouth as pleasure seared through her, desperate to feel his mouth close over the nipples he was teasing so maddeningly.

She was still too sensitive after two mind-blowing climaxes to be in any state to decide, at first, whether the caress was welcome or not, though, clamping her arms around his head in the next moment and trying to evade the nearly unbearable torment of his mouth and tongue. He seemed oblivious to her frantic writhing beneath him, the doubts warring inside of her, completely focused on testing every inch of sensitive skin with his lips and tongue until she was nearing climax from that stimulus alone.

The nipple
, she thought a little mindlessly.
Suck it! Don’t just lick it!

As if he sensed how close she was, he finally shifted upward, curling over her as he fastened his mouth to hers and sucked and dueled hungrily with her tongue. At the same time, he reached down and grasped one thigh, jerking it out of his way and moving his knee between her legs. Before he’d even shifted her other leg to accommodate his hips, he cock was seeking entrance, nudging her nether lips aside to find the mouth of her sex.

She gasped into Damien’s mouth as she felt his flesh probing hers, lifting her hips eagerly. He groaned, his hips jerking as he pumped them a little frantically to claim her. He coiled his arms tightly around her when he’d sheathed himself fully, lifting her hips clear of the bed and pumping into her. “That’s it, my lovely, my beautiful catkin,” he murmured hoarsely. “My sweet, sweet catkin. Gods! I have longed for this,
mesoma
!”

Angie felt her heart soar at the husky murmur of his voice. As incomprehensible as it was, she felt her body quicken and gasped his name as her body convulsed in ecstasy.

The moment her climax hit her he began to stroke her faster, groaning hoarsely when his body began to convulse moments later, jerking with the expulsion of his semen. He continued to cling tightly to her long after his body had ceased to spasm, his shaft buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Mine!” Miles said in a low, threatening growl.

Damien lifted his head with an effort, reluctant to let go of her, more reluctant to pull his flesh from her. He released her, though, knowing he was in no state for a challenge and, in any case, an okean never allowed his aggression to put his catkin at risk by fighting
over
her.

Having claimed the other side of the bed, Miles gathered her to him possessively the moment Damien shifted off of her, dragging her further away. “Mine!” he growled again, glaring at Damien furiously.

Despite his exhaustion the claim roused Damien’s ire. “Mine!” he snarled.

Miles lifted a foot, planted it against Damien and shoved him from the bed.

Chapter Seven

After floating briefly in the blissful after effects of orgasm, Angie roused to the sound of angry voices, wondering groggily what was going on as she cracked her eyelids a fraction. It didn’t seem like an argument despite the antagonism in the voices and the equally furious expressions. Miles only said one word. Damien moved away from her, but the moment Miles repeated it, he spat the word back at him, where upon Miles shoved him off the bed.

The meaty thud as he hit the floor roused her enough to open her eyes a little wider since she more than half expected for the dispute to instantly erupt into physical violence.

Miles didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the possibility. As soon as Damien disappeared over the side of the bed, he dove for her, nuzzling his face along her neck.

She supposed a little hazily that that settled whatever the dispute was about.

When Damien didn’t climb back on the bed, and Miles continued exploring her, making it obvious he’d come back with the intention of getting seconds, Angie debated briefly whether she was particularly interested in doling out seconds when it constituted round four of what was beginning to appear to be ‘let’s fuck Angie to death’ night.

It hardly seemed fair, though, to spurn him when she’d let Damien return for seconds.

In any case, what he was doing felt really nice, she thought a little dreamily as he made his way over her body and explored her as thoroughly as Damien had.

Between weariness from three climaxes already and a fresh, heady arousal, she was briefly confused when Miles rolled her onto her belly. Miles’ pet anaconda wasn’t the least bit confused by the lay of the land, though. Miles had hardly gotten her positioned when it curved around her buttocks and shot for the goal.

She grunted at impact, sucking in a breath of surprise as Miles pulled her upright almost immediately so that gravity and abundant lubrication worked together and she slipped down the pole despite the tightness of the fit until the head of his cock butted her womb. Coiling his arms around her and flipping her hair out of his way, he gnawed her shoulder, neck, and ear while he pivoted his hips like a piston, plucking at her nipples with one hand and stroking her clit with one finger of his other hand. She went off like a rocket so fast and so hard it took her breath for a handful of seconds. She nearly blacked out, managed to suck in a screaming breath of air as the next wave hit her and began to wilt limply even before the aftershocks had stopped ricocheting through her.

Fortunately, Miles came almost on top of her own climax, shuddering and groaning hoarsely as it wracked him. He held her tightly for long moments afterward, breathing gustily near her ear, each warm puff of breath sending cascades of goose- bumps over her breasts and belly.

Damien growled something.

With an effort, Angie lifted her head, peering at him.

Surprise widened her eyes slightly.

He stood in the doorway of her room, challenge in every taut line of his body, fins she hadn’t even noticed before standing out along his neck and shoulders, his entire body flushed a dark, angry red.

Miles stiffened. Very gently he eased her down on the bed and crawled over her. Straightening to his full height when he’d stepped off the bed, he growled something at Damien in return. As she watched the muscles all over his back went taut, his skin reddened, and the fins that had been all but unnoticeable before all fanned wide, displaying the spiky tips.

He stalked toward the door as Damien turned and left.

Angie stared blankly at the empty doorway after they’d vanished, listening for the sounds of violence she fully expected. She didn’t hear anything but the solid, metallic sound of a metal door closing and then … a few moments later, dull clanging that seemed to be coming from outside.

Weak and shaky, she pushed herself up and tilted her head, listening intently, realizing it was the same sounds she’d heard a little earlier—the first time the two of them had disappeared. She’d been more puzzled than upset the first time. This time, she began to feel more than a little alarmed.

Coming up on her knees, she crawled to the window and opened the shutter to look out. She was just in time she see Miles plow into the ground not more than a few yards from the window. Before she could blink, Damien shot toward him like a torpedo, slamming into him even as Miles tried to get up. They locked their arms around one another like wrestlers, whirling over and over and churning up soil from the ocean bed until it created a cloud that almost completely obscured her view.

By the time the cloud began to dissipate enough for her to see, they’d both vanished. She heard the banging on the roof of the structure again and then closer to the front—and then silence.

A few minutes passed before she heard anything else. It sounded like a door closing, but distant. She’d just decided to get out of bed and move to the door to peer out when she heard the definite sound of a door opening, followed by the wet splat of bare feet on the floor. Miles appeared in the doorway, his expression a mixture of grim determination and triumph. He’d barely taken two steps into the room when Damien skidded past the door, caught the edge with his hands as he slid by and then sprawled half in and half out of the room. Lurching forward with one hand outstretched, he grabbed Miles’ ankle. Miles executed a little hop, trying to catch his balance, and hit the floor.

Uttering a snarl of rage when he crashed, he rolled, drew one knee up and slammed the sole of his foot down on Damien’s face.

Angie sucked in a sharp breath when Damien’s head rocked back on his shoulders and screamed, “Stop!”

Both men did, instantly, jerking their heads around to look at her.

She couldn’t tell anything about what was going through their minds by their expressions, but it unnerved her to suddenly have their undivided attention. She sat back on her heels, studying them uneasily. After a moment, they dragged their attention from her and looked at each other.

Damien frowned. “We cannot have bred her already,” he said a little doubtfully.

Miles shrugged. “Mayhap she is demanding a waiting time?”

“Already?” Damien demanded, disgruntled, though truth be told, he was a little tired after two fights in such quick succession. “Well … I won’t leave the field … unless you’re willing to?”

Miles considered it and finally got to his feet. “I’ll rest here. I won the last round,” he reminded Damien tightly.

Damien’s temper flared. He got to his feet and faced Miles, his eyes narrowed. “I’ll dispute that … when I’ve rested a little. I was only a little behind you. You just didn’t fucking wait to see if I was ready to get up again!”

Miles eyed him angrily for a moment but finally shrugged. Moving to the bed, he crawled in beside Angie and sprawled out tiredly.

Damien moved to the side of the bed, glared down at him a moment and then very deliberately put his knee in the middle of Miles’ belly and crawled over him. Miles jackknifed upright but Damien had settled behind Angie by that time. Grinning at him provocatively, he dragged Angie down, tucked her comfortably against his belly and settled to sleep for a few minutes.

Grinding his teeth, Miles glared at Damien for a long moment and finally rolled onto his side, nuzzled his face against Angie’s breast, and closed his eyes when Damien rose up to glare at him.

Uttering an irritated huff of breath, Damien settled again, draping one arm around Angie and shoving his hand between Miles’ face and Angie’s breast. After staring at the scowl on Miles’ face for a moment, Angie grasped Damien’s hand and moved it to her belly.

The three of them lay sandwiched together tensely for some time before the tension finally eased from Angie and she dozed off. Hunger woke her a little later. Yawning, she stretched, wincing slightly when she discovered soreness. It took her a few moments to figure out why she was sore, but the stickiness she noticed between her thighs was a definite clue.

Damien and Miles were both gone when she opened her eyes.

Sitting up, she tilted her head to listen for telltale thuds from outside and heard them.

Shaking her head with a mixture irritation and uneasiness, she climbed from the bed and headed to the bath to clean up, wondering what to make of the abrupt change in the two men. True, they’d seemed to disagree almost as often as they agreed on anything, but up until Miles had suddenly taken it into his head to jump her bones, they hadn’t done more than engage in an occasional heated debate.

It definitely occurred to her that that might have something to do with it, but she dismissed it after a little thought. She could’ve understood it if there’d been anything significant between her and either man. She could even have understood it if she’d had sex with one and snubbed the other. It didn’t even make sense that they might be fighting because of her when she’d welcomed both of them—twice.

When she’d bathed and did what she could with her ‘wardrobe’, she peered out of the bathroom. Relieved when she didn’t see either one of them laying in wait for her and saw that the door to her room was still open, she crossed the bedroom and peered up and down the corridor. There was a trail of wet footprints from her door down the corridor toward the front of the building where the entrance airlock was, she knew from her tour.

It was no wonder Damien had slid down, she thought irritably. If they were going to keep traipsing in and out without waiting to dry first, somebody was going to get seriously hurt.

Dismissing it for the moment, she pondered the layout as she remembered it and headed toward the food preparation center. Damien hadn’t done more than walk her through it, but she figured that it probably wasn’t a lot different than she was used to—not so different she couldn’t figure it out.

It was different enough to be confusing, she discovered, having opened every storage compartment in the kitchen before she discovered the refrigeration unit. There wasn’t a lot it in that was readily identifiable if it came to that. After peering into several containers and trying to decide whether the food inside was spoiled or if it was supposed to be that color, she finally closed the unit again.

Miles and Damien were both standing in the kitchen when she shut the door. Letting out a scream, she jerked all over, clutching at her heart. Both men jumped, covering their ears and wincing.

Angie eyed them a little indignantly, both for scaring her and for acting like she’d deafened them.