Ellora's Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile III Page 7

  There were two voices above her, holding worry as well as anticipation. They called to her, their presence urging her to return from the fathomless place she’d been just as their touches stirred her longing and touched her dreams, her hopes.

  She trembled when a masculine hand smoothed over her belly, burned through the material separating it from her skin. Its nearness to her cunt made her folds flush and part, grow slick. She wanted the hand to move downward, to cup her bare mound as she sometimes did in the night, to pierce her with stiffened fingers and find the spot that would send pleasure cascading through her.

  Her nipples became hard points and the lust deepened. It was so pervasive she couldn’t tell where their desire ended and hers began. Fantasies surfaced, dark, dark fantasies she’d allowed herself only when the flute’s song no longer had the power to keep her spirits from sinking into despair. In those forbidden dreams she was protected and loved, watched over by two men who shared her bed and her heart, who ensured she never had to fear the roll of the dice.

  Memories returned, broken, jagged things that made her heart race and her muscles tense. But before panic overtook her, a man said, “You’re safe now.” And despite the potential for violence, the savage desire for vengeance she heard in his voice, she felt the absolute truth in his words.

  Slowly she became aware of the rigid cocks pressed against her. She started to struggle but was stilled by gentle hands, by a voice holding only the desire to care and protect her. “Easy,” he said. “We thought you’d feel better if you woke clean and comfortable.” And again she felt the truth, her empathy a gift instead of a curse.

  Aria forced heavy-lidded eyes open. Her breath seized in her chest at the images captured in moon-glow. The men might have stepped right out of her fantasy. They lay on top of the bed clothing, dressed only in thin trousers, beautiful and utterly masculine—alike and yet different—exotic and enthralling with their hungry eyes and intricately tattooed arms.

  She licked her lips and felt their lust spike through her nipples and turn them into aching centers of need. “Where am I?” she managed, rising to her elbows and looking around, taking in the glassed room, the starlit night visible through each of its eight walls, a gasp escaping when she saw the Adjaran moon so close.

  “You’re on Z’nyia,” the first of them said, his fingers stroking her cheek, his black hair hanging down in waves, his gray eyes with their thick lashes filling her heart with song and making her want to reach for her flute. “And I’m Haven.”

  “I’m Raeder,” the other said, hand splaying possessively on her belly and sending pulsing waves of molten lust to her clit and parted cunt lips.

  “Z’nyia,” she whispered, hardly daring to believe she was on the pleasure planet, a place where all were said to be free.

  Her heart skipped a beat then raced. Her breathing became fast as she remembered Lodur jabbing the needle into her arm. What if the stories about Z’nyia were a lie? What if Lodur had sold her to Raeder and Haven? “How did I get here?”

  Raeder’s raw fury had Aria’s eyes flashing to his in sudden alarm. She tensed out of habit at the anger she saw on his face and her reaction made Raeder’s features grow taut and the desire for violence burn brighter in dark, dark eyes.

  “Easy,” Haven murmured, to her, to Raeder.

  “We witnessed what happened on Iyon,” Raeder said, his hand growing heavier on her belly, more possessive. “Was that your father who thought to turn you over to the whore-master?”

  “Yes.” A shudder passed through her.

  Haven leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t fear. Only Raeder and I know you’re on Z’nyia. And though neither the whore-master nor your father nor the guards deserved mercy, we did nothing more than stun them so we could get you to safety.”

  He brushed his lips over her forehead again and her heart rate slowed. It was impossible to be frightened, not when their emotions were laid bare, when they enclosed her in a cocoon of warmth and safety, of possessive carnal need as well as tender desire.

  “Are you pleasure workers? Is that why you brought me here?” she asked, the flash of amusement she felt in them giving her an answer before they did.

  “No,” Raeder said. “On Z’nyia we deal in gems.”

  Again she felt truth, just as she felt truth—and so much more—when Haven’s lips gently touched hers and he whispered, “We brought you here because we wanted to get better acquainted. From the first moment we learned of you, we knew…we hoped…we believed you’d be the perfect woman for us. We want to give you a chance to know us better.”

  She shivered—not in fear, but with the need to let thought and questions yield to lust, to make love to these men who’d saved her from Lodur Marr and whose emotions buffeted her like a hot, erotic storm.

  There’d been so many nights when loneliness and fear had eaten at her soul, when she’d touched herself in the darkness and dreamed of men like Haven and Raeder, of lovers who made her feel safe and desired, who surrounded her with their masculine strength and fierce caring. And here she was on Z’nyia, a place of pleasure but also of freedom, given a chance to turn fantasy into reality.

  Aria tangled her fingers in Haven’s black wavy locks. She felt the wild rush of joy her action sent crashing through him, the smoldering intensity of his desire and the answering surge of feverish lust that pulsed through Raeder and had him ripping the concealing sheet downward.

  Raeder watched as Haven’s mouth settled on Aria’s. He was mesmerized by the sight of Haven kissing her, by the low moans and sensual whimpers after Haven stripped out of the thin trousers and his hand caressed her breast, tormented a dusky nipple.

  He knew all too well what Haven was capable of with his lips and tongue, with his talented hands, but Raeder felt no jealousy as he watched them together. He felt only escalating desire, a fierce possessiveness of both lovers.

  The scent of their arousal was an erotic mix of masculine and feminine. Their moans a siren song drawing Raeder’s gaze downward to Haven’s wet-tipped cock and then to Aria’s parted thighs and flushed, swollen folds, the bare soft skin that had very nearly made him come when they’d undressed her in order to bathe her.

  He stripped out of his own trousers and took himself in hand. His cock throbbed against his palm, grew slicker as his lust increased, as the need to claim her became a ravaging hunger. A pant escaped, then another, leaving him no longer content to play the voyeur and let Haven be the one to bring her to ecstasy.

  Raeder slid downward, kissing her belly as he did so. He positioned himself between her splayed thighs, used his forearms to pin her to the mattress, his face only inches away from her erect clit and slick channel.

  Intoxicating. Enthralling. For long moments he could only breathe her in, memorize the sight of her. But then he dipped his head and trailed his tongue through the silky moisture of her slit, knew the joy of hearing her whimper as she thrashed and lifted, tried to coax him into piercing her.

  Haven’s cock bobbed and rubbed against Raeder’s arm, dislodged from its place against Aria’s thigh by Raeder’s assault on her drenched folds. Raeder lifted his face. He compared Aria’s tiny stiffened clit with its delicate head to Haven’s blood-filled penis, the tip glossy and purpled. The differences excited him, made him want to fuck them both, dominate them both.

  Raeder pressed a kiss to Haven’s engorged flesh. He licked and sucked, sent heated breath over Haven’s testicles until Haven trembled, rubbed desperately against the forearm holding Aria’s thigh open.

  Then Raeder turned his attention back to the female they would share, the woman who would be their third. He circled and teased the small swollen knob. Rasped his tongue back and forth over the unprotected head before forcing it between rigid lips, sucking until she strained upward.

  Raw hunger twisted in Raeder’s gut. He wanted to put her on her hands and knees, to order her to take Haven’s cock into her mouth as she took his into her sheath. And then he wanted
to do the same to Haven, force him onto his hands and knees, mount him as Haven’s mouth covered Aria’s bare mound and Haven’s tongue fucked her.

  Soul-swallowing lust gripped Raeder. The muted sounds of Aria’s submission and the sight of Haven’s straining cock tested the limits of his control.

  A growl of denial escaped as Raeder’s testicles pulled tight and fire streaked up his penis in impending orgasm. He became aware of his own movements, the way he was rubbing, humping against the sheets like a boy not yet old enough for a lover.

  He intensified his erotic assault, sucked more aggressively on Aria’s clit, driving her upward until she reached the violent peak of ecstasy then went completely limp, her first cry of release captured by Haven’s lips.

  Raeder rolled away, gripping his cock to keep from coating his belly and chest with semen. Pain lashed through him, fiery lust clashing with steely control and leaving him panting, barely hanging on as he struggled to allow Haven to give Aria her next orgasm.

  Haven’s heart raced in his chest. He wanted to kiss downward, to suckle at dusky nipples. He wanted to bury his face between Aria’s thighs and know the sweet taste of her arousal, to explore the silken folds and smooth mound with his tongue. To worship her as she deserved to be worshipped and convey with his caress how much they treasured her, how he and Raeder had dreamed of this moment when they’d add a third. But he didn’t dare.

  Raeder’s need for release was too great, his dominant nature too close to the surface—as was his own. They’d been riding the edge of emotion even before learning of the council’s decision, and then to find Aria in the hands of the brothel owner…to rescue her and endure the erotic torture of bathing her…

  With a moan, Haven covered Aria’s body. The heat of her bare cunt against his cock made him shudder. His hips jerked, his thighs widened hers, instinctively positioning her so he could find her opening and forge into it.

  Haven lifted his face, the muscles along his arms and shoulders straining as he fought to give her gentleness and choice even though his back stung from where she’d raked her fingernails over his skin when Raeder made her climax.

  He wanted her fierceness again as desperately as he wanted to possess her. She was beautiful to him, feminine and delicate, soft where both he and Raeder were hard, curved and smooth in the places where their sexes differed.

  “Aria, do you want this?” Haven asked, his question whispering across her lips as his cock bathed in honeyed arousal, pulsed with the need to slide through wet folds and know the tight fist of her sheath.

  She answered him by tightening her grip on his hair, by whimpering softly as she closed the distance, touching her mouth to his.

  Haven moaned. His tongue sought hers, rubbed and tangled as his cock head found her opening. His buttocks clenched and unclenched with the effort to go slowly, to savor each moment as inch by inch he slid into her.

  Her mews of pleasure nearly undid him, as did the ferocious intensity of Raeder’s gaze as he witnessed Haven’s claiming of their third and waited for his own chance to mount her. Haven shuddered when Aria’s legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him in sultry heat and ecstasy.

  For a single heartbeat he remained still, held in the perfect balance of exquisite agony and unbearable pleasure. But then her sheath fisted and unfisted on his cock, and her lips separated from his long enough to say, “Please.”

  The word had the same effect on Haven as it did when he was able to wrest it from Raeder. Lust roared through him, the urge to dominate.

  He settled more of his weight on Aria, took her lips in a kiss meant to convey ownership, possessiveness. His cock grew harder, thicker and he forged into her, relentless in his determination to fill her with his seed and hear her cry of surrendered release.

  Emotion rode him, primal in its fierceness, a wild erotic dance that spiraled out of control and left him thrusting feverishly. He ate hungrily at Aria’s mouth, as if only the sounds of her joy and ecstasy had the power to sustain him.

  Skin grew slick. The scent of sex was an intoxicating musk. The feel of her wet core a paradise he knew he’d never tire of.

  Haven cried out when she scratched her fingers down his back. He thrust harder, deeper, instinctively trying to reach her womb as he panted and fought off the first wave of orgasm until she climaxed beneath him with the searing squeeze of her sheath.

  Shudder after shudder took him, each marking the milking of his semen, the ecstasy of yielding everything to the female who belonged to them as much as they belonged to her. It left him lightheaded, boneless, his only reality her hot core and silky wet mouth.

  He kissed her repeatedly, wanted to stay melded to her, trapped in feminine heat and sensual pleasure. But a low growl ordering him to move served as a warning that if his cock continued to claim Aria’s channel, then Raeder would take him where he lay on top of her and she would be one step closer to the truth of who they were.

  With a final kiss Haven lifted himself off Aria. His heart swelled with happiness as his eyes met hers and he read complete satisfaction there. Words tumbled over themselves in his mind, tender declarations and passionate promises left unspoken when Raeder crowded in aggressively and roughly positioned Aria onto her hands and knees.

  Haven opened his mouth to protest, but before he could do it she lowered herself onto her elbows and widened her thighs to provocatively display her swollen cunt lips and open slit, driving Raeder into a frenzy with the evidence of another man’s seed filling her channel and coating her labia.

  White heat filled Raeder’s mind and burned away all thought. He mounted her, shoving every inch of his cock into her in one hard thrust and reveling in the way she rocked backward, her channel tightening on him like a hungry mouth.

  His hands caressed her buttocks before going to her hips, holding her in position as he began pistoning in and out of her. Her whimpers of pleasure filled the room along with the sound of his testicles slapping her swollen flesh and rigid clit.

  There was no gentleness in him, but she didn’t demand it. She softened, pleaded with him, as if she understood the rawness of his hunger, the savage need he had to dominate and have her beg for release.

  Raeder glanced away from her only long enough to meet Haven’s gaze, to share a look of triumph and joy at having found and claimed their third. And then he hunched over Aria, pressed his chest to her back in a desperate craving for the feel of skin against skin as his fingers found her clit and she came, taking him with her into white-hot bliss.

  Chapter Four

  Sensual lethargy left Aria feeling boneless and sated, unable to even contemplate moving, though the idea of bathing in the sunken tub a few feet away from a glass wall held great appeal. Haven’s and Raeder’s emotions pressed against her as intimately as their bodies did, their joy and satisfaction keeping her in place with a realness equal to the tangled limbs penning her between them.

  Haven’s exotically tattooed arm curled around her waist, holding her back to his chest as he pressed tender kisses to her neck and nuzzled her ear. Liquid heat pooled and wet her labia when his tongue traced the shell of her ear before darting into the sensitive canal.

  Gentleness and utter contentment flowed from him, making inroads into her heart and leaving her with no desire to think about the future—not so soon after escaping the reality of her life on Iyon. For the first time she was free of fear and worry, free to explore the passion whose only voice, before Raeder and Haven, was the flute’s song.

  Sadness filled her as she thought of the wooden flute she’d been forced to abandon when she made her bid for freedom. It was poor in quality, crude in workmanship, its very worthlessness to others what had kept her father from gambling it away or selling it. But it had been priceless to her.

  A feathered kiss brushed her forehead. Haven’s concern curled around her like a warm blanket and brought tears to her eyes. Since her mother’s death from the fever, tenderness and gentleness had ceased to exist in her life.


  “What’s wrong?” he asked, a tendril of fear ebbing into the emotions she seemed powerless to erect a mental shield against. “Were we too rough?”

  “No,” she said, renewed heat filling her, her body tightening in remembered pleasure. “I was thinking about my flute. By now my father will have destroyed it in a rage.”

  A shiver of fear slid through her along with images of her father’s beefy hands curled into fists, his face reddening with anger instead of drink. Haven’s and Raeder’s feelings of protectiveness surged to the forefront, identical in fierceness, turning her thoughts away from memories of violence.

  “We won’t let anything happen to you,” Haven said.

  Raeder’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple and sending renewed spikes of need to her clit. “You belong to us now.”

  Feelings of possessiveness accompanied the words, primal, raw emotions that touched her core and made her want to rise to her hands and knees and offer herself to him again. She pressed her breast into his hand, moaned when his fingers tightened on the nipple already hardened and aching from his thumb’s teasing.

  Behind her Haven moved, shifting their positions so she was once again on her back. The hand on her belly stroked downward, found her clit as he leaned over and captured her nipple between his lips.

  Fire streaked through Aria, going from her breasts to her cunt and intensifying when Raeder mimicked Haven’s actions, began suckling as his fingers found her wet folds and slipped inside. Even without their emotions pressing in on her, fueling the lust their touch inspired, Aria knew how much pleasure they found in her response to them, in the way she submitted.

  She gripped the bedding as her hips jerked, arousal and spent seed escaping from her slit each time Haven stroked her clit and her inner muscles spasmed to clamp down on Raeder’s fingers. Need burned in her womb, made her press into their mouths, beg them to suck harder, to bite.