Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

Rebecca felt it, too. His cockhead rested at the apex of her pussy and she lifted her hips, attempting to draw him inside her. “Please, Michael. I can’t wait any longer either. I need you.”

His lips cruised over her flesh, his body folding as he grazed his teeth and tongue down her neck and chest before settling on her breast. She gasped when he closed his lips around her breast, flicked the tip of his tongue over her pebbled nipple, then drew it between his teeth, delivering a nip that teetered between pleasure and pain. He slipped a hand between their lower bodies and curled his fingers around his shaft.

Beside her, the bed shifted as Andrew lay down. “Take a deep breath. Relax and let your body take control.”

Michael gazed at her as he guided his cockhead between her pussy lips. He studied her as he eased his dick into her sodden opening, his eyes swirling with an intoxicating mix of concern and pleasure.

Rebecca forgot Andrew’s instruction, forgot to breathe at all as her inner muscles began to stretch. Her heart raced. Her pulse pounded in her ears as Michael’s cock stretched her further, tearing at tender tissue even as her body reluctantly accepted his length.

“Breathe, my sweet,” Michael whispered. “I am almost inside you.”

Rebecca took a breath, but released it on a ragged exhale when Michael thrust through the final breach of her virginity. Buried inside her to the hilt, he stopped and rested the weight of his upper body on his hands on either side of her head as he gazed down at her.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

Rebecca didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Sensations swamped her. Pain eased into bliss as her body slowly relaxed. Needs she didn’t understand slammed off the tender walls of her pussy, spread through her channel, and created a pressure deep inside she’d never felt before.

“Rebecca, do you want me to pull out?”

“No! I want—” She wanted to feel more of that intense pleasure. She wanted the pressure to build even as she wanted it to stop. “I think I want you to move.”

“Do you mean like this?” Michael slowly pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of her pussy until only the head remained inside her, then gradually pushed his hips forward again.

Rebecca arched her back as the sensations morphed to sheer bliss. “Yes.” Her hips rocked on their own volition, meeting his as he thrust deeper inside her.

Traces of the pain remained, but they paled in the most exquisite ways as her body became accustomed to the wonder of Michael’s cock inside her. She turned her head, her gaze slamming into Andrew’s, and she realized how they must’ve felt all this time. They’d said even though they’d made love together it had never been complete because she hadn’t been with them. With Michael inside her now, but Andrew merely watching, she understood.

She danced her fingers along the side of Andrew’s neck to cup his nape. “Join us. Make love to Michael while he’s inside me.”

She watched her men exchange wordless glances, saw the love and desire that passed between them, and released her hold on Andrew’s nape as he pushed himself up beside her and Michael. The bed rocked as Michael continued to slowly thrust inside her pussy while Andrew positioned himself at Michael’s rear.

She scooted her upper body slightly, angling her head to see around Michael’s shoulder as Andrew’s hands flattened on the man’s back. She felt Michael shiver as Andrew dragged his hands down, then saw expectancy fill Michael’s face a second before ecstasy claimed his expression.

Michael’s eyes closed and his elbows buckled, his upper body falling onto hers as Andrew groaned behind him.

Andrew met her gaze over Michael’s shoulder. “Does this hurt you?”

“No, it’s fantastic.”

Michael laughed softly as his lips cruised over her jaw. “Let us know if we get too rough. Andrew will keep a slow pace, but I cannot promise to have such control when he is inside me.”

“I don’t want either of you to have control tonight.” Rebecca wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck and felt him tremble from his efforts to keep from moving, to keep from crushing her, to maintain his stalwart resistance. “I want you to lose control, Michael.”

“I can help with that.” Andrew leaned over Michael’s back, dragged the tip of his tongue over the back of Michael’s shoulder, and Rebecca saw by the movement of their bodies when Andrew began to slowly fuck Michael’s ass.

With each inward thrust of Andrew’s cock into Michael’s anus, Michael’s cock drove inside her pussy. It was amazing to watch when she could manage to keep her eyes open through the sensual waves of pulsing ecstasy soaring through her. The expressions on her men’s faces as they joined together, as they joined with her, were ones she would remember always.

“Ah, God!” Michael ground through clenched teeth.

“Is it helping, lover?”

Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh, albeit breathlessly. Andrew taunted Michael, slowly fucking his ass, and driving Michael’s cock inside her channel in the sweetest and deepest of ways.

“Damn you, Andrew,” Michael growled. “It feels too good.” He picked up pace, managing somehow to move between Rebecca and Andrew until all three bodies were slapping together.

The roughness was nearly too much. Rebecca started to tell them so when the light tinges of pain collided with a white-hot pleasure that stole her senses and consumed her soul. Andrew’s dick in Michael’s ass, Michael’s cock ramming into her, it all became lost somewhere in a stupendous rush of crazed satisfaction.

Rebecca loved it and reveled in the completeness of it. The feel, watching them, being made love to by them, it was all too exquisite for words. She lost it. She cried out as the pressure built to a body-seizing magnitude, as the orgasm swept over her, spilled out of her, and heard both men grunt with their own releases.

Sated and spent, Andrew and Michael collapsed on either side of her. Hearts pounding and breaths ragged, a contented sexual silence fell over the room. Andrew spoke first, his hand moving lightly over her tummy in an idle caress.

“Please tell me we didn’t hurt you.”

“Are you kidding? It was magnificent.” Blissfully happy, she smiled, and reached for them both, splaying one hand on Andrew’s thigh and the other on Michael’s abdomen. She giggled girlishly. “I can’t wait until we can do it again.”

Michael chuckled and pushed himself to rest on one elbow as he gazed down at her. “Soon, my sweet. You will be too tender for a while. If we made love to you again now, we would hurt you.” A shadow moved through his eyes and the small smile on his lips faded.

“What is it?”

“I could not bear it if anything happened to you.” Michael flicked a glance at Andrew. “Neither of us could.”

“We were serious about wanting you to wear that necklace, Rebecca,” Andrew chimed in.

Rebecca looked from Andrew to Michael as centipedes of fear crawled up her spine. “You both really think a war is coming, that some kinds of creatures are going to bring bad things to our lives?”

“Let’s just say we prefer not to take any chances with the woman we love,” Michael answered.

Rebecca sighed. “Then I’ll wear the necklace. Even though I hate knowing who it came from,” she added quickly. “Anything you want, either of you, I’ll do it because I love you.”

Andrew brushed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Tonight is a new beginning for the three of us.”

Rebecca smiled. “A powerful beginning.”

Michael grazed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “One that will last the rest of our lives.”

Rebecca’s throat tightened as she stared into first Michael’s eyes and then Andrew’s and she silently prayed Michael was right.

THE END

POWERFUL AWAKENING

L.U.S.T. 2

TONYA RAMAGOS

Copyright © 2013

“What’s this top-secret mission the secretary is looking to stick our asses on the line for this time?” Gideon Delacroix sounded half disgusted and half bored as he propped a foot lazily on the seat of a chair in front of the desk, bent at the waist, and rested a forearm on his thigh.

Michael Delacroix sat posture-perfect straight behind the mahogany desk, his hands folded on the desktop as he regarded his brother. “I do not yet have the details. He has requested only that we meet. I expect he will tell me everything then.” The request had been made through the Deputy Secretary of Defense, a man Michael was well accustomed to working with. The Secretary of Defense himself, however, was not a man Michael had spoken with often. “Does it really matter what the mission is?”

Gideon barked a half laugh, but there was little humor in the sound. “No. Whatever it is, we’ll do it. We fight and win our nation’s wars by providing prompt and sustained dominance across any terrain with a full range of combat-ready beasts that will bare their teeth and chew up the enemy as the president, at his discretion, shall direct.” He ended his declaration with a stiff-armed mocking salute.

Michael shook his head and bit back a grin. “What a lovely play on the mission statements of our military services.”

Gideon dropped his foot to the floor, bowed dramatically, then propped his foot in the seat of the chair once more. “Thank you. Thank you. Too bad I didn’t think to write it down. It might come in handy if LUST ever decides to go public.”

“LUST is as public as it is ever going to get.” Michael gestured to the room at large with a flourish of his hand. “Need I remind you that you are standing in the office of the hottest nightclub in Atlanta?”

Gideon rolled his midnight-blue eyes. “I wasn’t talking about Club Lust and you know it.”

This time, Michael allowed himself the grin. “Yes, I am well aware of which LUST you speak of.” The Logistical Unit of Specialized Talents, a civilian spec-ops organization the brothers had founded in which they had recruited agents, many with military backgrounds, who possessed abilities no human could match. “It is doubtful the agency will ever become public knowledge.”

Gideon made a
pff
sound. “Of course it is. If the public knew then the upstanding leaders of our great nation would be forced to admit that people like you and me and the rest of our agents not only exist, but are also a vital and valuable part of our country’s security.”

Michael sighed. “It is best that humans not know we exist. They are safer in their beliefs that vampires, werewolves, lycans, shape-shifters, and others with, shall we say
paranormal
powers, are nothing more than creatures of fiction.”

“While we’re out there putting our skins on the line to protect them and the great United States of America,” Gideon added mockingly.

Michael angled his head. “Would you prefer to do anything else with the curse that was bestowed on you so long ago?”

Michael already knew the answer. He and his brother had made a pact shortly after becoming the vampire and werewolf they were to never unleash the beasts within them on the innocent. They had been battling to protect said innocent when their human lives had been taken from them. They had allowed themselves to go on a killing rampage only once, hunting down and slaying any and all who had sworn their allegiance to the vampire Regulus Le Mort, including the one who had changed Gideon, the pack leader, Ely Franklin.

A boyishly mischievous smile unfolded on Gideon’s lips, making Michael chuckle. “Hell, no! I’m just blowing off steam. Our country and its people may not love us, but I damn sure love it and them. I would—”

“What is it, brother?” Gideon didn’t need to answer. The question had barely passed Michael’s lips when he sensed it. Power, hunger, a carefully controlled beast, and something more, something deeper.

“Lycan.” Gideon straightened, his head tipping back and eyes closing as he sniffed the air. “An outsider. Not one of the few who are our usual clientele.”

Michael only half listened to his brother as he pushed to his feet. He stood behind his desk, his fingertips pressing into the desktop as a sensation he hadn’t felt in well over a century pulsed through his veins. “Andrew.”

Gideon had taken several long strides toward the closed office door, but he halted, spinning around on his heel to pin Michael with a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. “That’s impossible.”

“I assure you that it is not.” He wasn’t wrong. It might have been over a hundred and fifty years since he had felt the connection of the bond formed only between lovers, but it was a sensation that lasted an eternity.

“Andrew is dead, Michael. You haven’t spoken of him in over a century. He was killed the night we were changed.” Gideon poked a finger into his chest, then pointed that same finger at Michael. “We killed the one who took him out.”

“And took that one at his word that he had ended Andrew’s life,” Michael reminded him as he rounded the desk. The pain of that night so long ago festered in his blackened heart as if it had happened yesterday. He had lost more than his best friend that night, more than merely one lover. He had lost his sweet Rebecca that fateful night as well, the beauty he and Andrew had coveted more than their next breath, the woman they had sworn to protect. They had given their lives to keep that promise even as her life had been stolen from them.