Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“And you accepted them as your children.”

“Yes, but they didn’t want me as a father. It was a different time. Beatrice married me for security and offered herself to me because it was expected.” He sighed and Tara could see the sadness in his eyes. “She often reminded them of the fact I wasn’t their father and it created a chasm between us I couldn’t bridge.”

Tara couldn’t imagine why Beatrice would do such a thing. Lars was a strong man who had such massive ability to love. What kind of bitch would act that way toward a man who cared for her?

“Don’t get angry,
min blomst
. Recently, I was given her journal and reading it gave me a lot of insight into her motivations. She knew I was Blavet and over time must have come to the conclusion I was going to outlive them all. By keeping an emotional distance between them and me she hoped to lessen my pain when they died.”

“Did it?”

“No, she left me to live with one of her children when she got older. I wanted to follow her, but she insisted on going on her own.”

“You loved her.”

“Yes, I did but what I felt for Beatrice is nothing in comparison to how I feel about you.” He tugged his shirt off his chest and lifted her hand so it laid over the mark on his chest. “She was not the missing part of my heart. The gods did not mark me in her presence.”

Tara traced the double
x
’s on his chest in awe. She remembered what he told her by the roadside. She felt the same way because if he passed away without her she’d be devastated. A sudden sickening thought hit her. “What about Cris?”

“We’re a Mated trio. We’ll never be alone. We’ll live together and when the time comes we will all pass to the other side together.”

His simple words gave her some relief. The idea of leaving Cris behind alone made her heart ache.

“Cris’s kind is notoriously long lived among shifters so I’m not worried about our time being limited.”

As he spoke, Lars moved her onto the bed, pulling her top over her head but only halfway off, trapping her arms above her. Her shirt covered her face, blinding her to his movements. She felt him undo her bra and lift it up into the tangle over her head. Tara laughed and tried to wiggle to get her shirt all the way off. “Hey, I’m stuck here.”

She felt Lars’s lip trace a path over one breast. His tongue dipped into her cleavage. “I see.” His breath fanned warm over her skin as he gripped her waist, moving her on the bed with a jerk. She squeaked and then laughed at her own surprised reaction.

“That was a mature sound.”

“I like every sound you make.” Lars pressed kisses against her rib cage and along her stomach. His hands manipulated the button and zipper and then eased her pants down, taking her panties with him. He pressed a hot kiss to her hip bone and then to the sensitive part of her leg where her leg met her hip.

“If you plan on doing what I think you’re going to do, then I’m not going to last long.”

Lars stripped her pants off her legs and Tara was hyperaware of how she must look at this moment. Naked from the waist down, legs hanging off the end of the bed with her shirt over her face, she would bet she looked hilarious. At least she had taken the time to shave herself this morning, and in anticipation of one of them seeing, she’d shaved everything but a small triangle of hair over her pussy.

There was nothing but silence for a moment and she worried perhaps she looked really bad. All she heard from Lars was some low muttering in what sounded like Danish and then he pinned her to the bed by her hips. “So smooth.” His voice sounded almost reverent as she felt his finger trace the triangle shape.

“Help me get my shirt off at least.” She wiggled again and tried to twist her arms to tug on the hem of her shirt. Lars nuzzled the sensitive lips of her pussy and she froze. Her bare skin was a hundred times more sensitive. His hot breath warmed her skin, making her nerve endings spark to life. She moaned and arched her hips toward his mouth.

“That is one of my favourite sounds from you.” His tongue darted out and traced the seam of her pussy and she could feel her body growing embarrassingly wet. A finger pressed close to her entrance and swirled around in the copious amounts of cream gathered there.

Tara shivered and lifted one leg so it hooked over his shoulder. Pressing her heel against his spine, she urged him on, but Lars was in no hurry. The longer he teased her lips with light flicks of his tongue, the more sensitive she became. Every time she thought she was about to fall apart, he would back off of that spot and focus his attentions elsewhere. She twisted on the bed and tried to force him to apply more pressure. “Lars, please.”

Lars captured her other leg and guided it to his other shoulder, giving Tara the balance she needed to really arch up into his face, demanding relief he refused to give her. He continued to nibble and tease her skin, sucking on her clit for a moment before circling her entrance with his tongue.

Warm hands wrapped over her breasts, cupping her and playing with her stiff nipples. Each soft pinch lit a thousand nerve endings but continued to keep her on the knife edge of orgasm.

“Baby, do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?” Cris spoke the words next to her ear. She hadn’t heard him enter the room and assumed the fingers playing with her nipples had been Lars’s.

Lars pressed two fingers into her pussy. The combined shock of being watched and fingered at the same time turned into an inferno in her body.

“I bet you want him to slide his cock into you right now, don’t you?”

“Yes, god yes. But I want to see, too.”

She sensed the movement before she felt her shirt being tugged the rest of the way off her head. She blinked in the soft light surrounding them.

Cris moved into her view as he pulled his shirt off and then smiled down at her. He kissed her and then sat back as Lars continued to press his fingers into her pussy. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Cris watched what they were doing and Tara watched as his cock twitched and bounced at the sight. She looked up at Lars, but he, too, was watching as he played with her pussy. He glanced up and winked at her before withdrawing his fingers.

“No, I was so close.”

Lars cupped her ass and lifted her hips up. His cock slipped along her pussy, coating him with cream before he pressed the blunt head against her entrance.

Cris reached over beside him and held up a new box of condoms. “We don’t carry diseases and we all know you’ve only been with the two of us. But until you are certain you want to have another child, we’ll keep using these. Lars and I talked about it and we’re ready to start a family when you are.”

“I appreciate you thinking about my feelings like that.” She held out her hand for the box. When Cris passed it to her, she tossed it over on a night table. “Why don’t we let Fate dictate this one?”

Both Lars and Cris broke out into excited smiles. Tara thought they looked like two boys getting ready to open their present. Just as quickly their expressions darkened with passion and they focused on her.

“I want you to suck my cock, Tara. You have the most expressive face and body.” Cris pressed a hard kiss against her lips. “I almost came watching you writhe about when Lars was eating your bare little cunt. I can’t wait to run my tongue along all your silky skin.”

The profane word sent another thrill through her. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she led him to her lips. Snaking her tongue around the crown caused Cris to growl low in his chest. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked as she stroked his length with her hand.

Lars pushed further inside of her, rocking against her pussy, delving into her soaked channel. The deeper he went, the more powerful his thrusts became. The steady rhythm made her heart pound and her pussy drip.

She pulled off Cris’s cock to gasp for breath before sucking hard on his length. Cris groaned and braced one hand on the bed over her head. With his free hand he reached out and wrapped his fingers around one breast. He tweaked her nipple, creating flashes of heat to bolt down to her pussy.

“Oh god,” Tara mumbled around the cock filling her mouth. Cris groaned. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, making a path along his neck.

“Don’t talk, Tara. You’ll make me come listening to all those sexy noises you are making.”

Lars paused his thrusts and she took the opportunity to suck Cris deep. She groaned low in her throat as she reached up and gently scratched his balls.

“Fuck, Tara!” Cris snarled and growled as his cock spurted into her throat. She swallowed down every drop. Glancing up at Lars, she swirled her tongue around the tip of Cris’s cock, catching the droplet welling up to the surface again.

Cris collapsed across the bed over her head. “Damn, woman, you have a talented tongue.”

She would have giggled, but Lars resumed shuttling in and out of her body. He filled every inch of her and she loved the way he felt in her. He never took his eyes off her as he lifted her legs to his shoulders and then bent over her.
Good thing I’m flexible
. What she wasn’t expecting was he would feel even bigger as he pressed his way inside her.

“You’re ours forever,” he stated and she nodded in agreement. His fingers swirled around her pussy, gathering cream, and then painted a damp line to her back entrance.

She couldn’t clench much in this position, so when he rubbed her anus with his finger before pressing, all she could do was pant as he controlled her pleasure. He stroked her at the same pace as he pistoned in and out of her body. She felt him push in another finger, creating an erotic wave of pleasure that washed over her.

“I know it’s wrong, but it feels good.”

“If you liked that…” Lars’s lips curled into a sinister grin she wasn’t sure how to take. It excited her but made her nervous as well. “You’re going to love the feel of my cock pressing deep inside you.”

Cris curled himself around her head and reached out to lazily play with her breasts. “I can’t wait for both of us to take you at the same time, but we want you to be ready.”

“How are you going to do that?” Part of her didn’t really care as long as it felt as amazing as Lars’s fingers.

“We’ll stretch your tight ass to accept us.” Lars braced one hand next to her ribs and she felt something bigger than his fingers press against her hole.

“What’s that?” The pressure increased and she felt Lars push something larger than a couple fingers into her ass.

“It’s a butt plug,” Cris whispered in her ear as he pinched one of her nipples.

The combined sensations of having both her pussy and ass filled while Cris played with her nipples were too much. The bite of pain morphed into a dark pleasure that stole her thoughts and sent her up in flames. Her skin burned over her heart, the sensation increasing with every thrust sending her body into overload.

She cried out and arched up into Cris’s hand. Lars shuttled in and out of her pussy, riding out her orgasm and throwing her into another one before he stiffened and jerked against her a couple times as he groaned out his completion. Lars gently slipped her legs from his shoulders before collapsing on the bed beside her.

“
Min blomst
, you are truly a gift from the gods.” He kissed her shoulder and then pushed himself to his feet and headed to the bathroom door.

Tara lay sprawled out on the bed, her eyes closed as she waited for her heart to calm down and her breathing to ease. Whatever Lars had put in her ass was still there and she wondered if he forgot. It felt huge and strange but wasn’t too uncomfortable. She couldn’t imagine trying to walk with a butt plug in her ass.

She rubbed her skin where it had burned a moment ago. “I had the weirdest sensation…” Under her fingers was a dark mark that looked identical to the one on Lars’s chest. “What did I tell you two about surprises?” She wanted to be angry but a part of her liked that she wore the same mark.

Cris leaned over and pressed a kiss against the primitive tattoo making her shiver with delight. “Don’t be mad at him, baby. I’m sure he meant to tell you, but we got a little distracted today.”

Tara ran her fingers over the same spot on Cris chest. It bothered her that he didn’t have a mark. “I’m not Lars’s Mate, baby. You are.”

Cris didn’t seem the least bit upset by the mark and she loved that he could tell it upset her. But, they were both hers and this didn’t’ feel right.

“If it will make you feel better, I’ll get a tattoo.”

“Yes, it would.”

“I’ll get it done as soon as I can.” Cris smiled at her and she felt the tension melt from her shoulders. He lifted her shoulders and scooted up the bed with her.

“Lars forgot the…you know.”

“After everything we’ve done, you’re afraid to say ‘butt plug’?” She could see the teasing light in his eyes and didn’t take offense.

“He put it there.”

“And it’s going to stay there for a bit.” Cris gently kissed her. “We are not small men and this will be your first time. We want to make it good for you and the only way that will happen is if you’re stretched out enough.”

“It feels weird.”

“But imagine how good it will feel when my cock replaces it.” Lars sauntered back into the room.