Akaash pulled his hand away, guided his cock between Dhatri’s buttocks, and with one quick thrust he was in, his lover groaning beneath him. Dhatri’s fingers dug into Akaash’s thighs, and Akaash’s hands held Dhatri’s narrow hips, raising him up, giving him access.
Nitara had seen the two of them together, kissing, using hands and mouths on each other, but she had never seen this. Her legs were weak, she was shaking with desire, her breasts, her sex, aching, needy.
“Nitara…” Dhatri gasped.
She went to him and knelt over him, kissed him. His mouth was hungry, demanding. His tongue was soft and hot as it slipped between her lips. She was going soft all over, desire making her limbs heavy. She could feel the resonating thrusting motion of Akaash’s hips as he ground into Dhatri’s ass, and knowing he was fucking this strong warrior was impossibly erotic to her.
“Nitara,” Akaash said, his voice a harsh panting breath. “Let him taste you. Let me watch.”
She pulled her mouth away.
“Ah, yes…” Dhatri murmured as she stripped off her tunic, turned, and got on her hands and knees.
She knelt over Dhatri’s face, and he pulled her down, his big hands on her hips, until her soaking sex was poised over his mouth. She felt the warmth of his breath, then his tongue, a lance of pure heat sliding over her cleft.
“Make her come,” Akaash demanded, driving into Dhatri.
Dhatri’s tongue pushed into her, pumping like a small, wet cock. She was shivering with pleasure, each thrust of his tongue pushing deeper into her body. Soon she was panting, barely able to breathe. When she felt Akaash’s wet fingers pressing against her tight anus, she thought she would come.
“Wait,” Akaash told her, as he so often did. He loved to make her hold her climax back, to let it build and build, so that when she came it was like a wall of sensation coming down on her.
She could feel the rhythm of his hips as he fucked Dhatri, Dhatri’s hand stroking his own cock and Dhatri’s tongue pushing into her soaking wet sex, in and out, then pausing to lick at her clitoris. She waited, forcing her body to relax, and Akaash pushed the tip of one finger into her ass.
Sensation layered on sensation, until she couldn’t separate what she was feeling—Dhatri’s tongue in her sex, Akaash’s finger in her ass, moving deeper, deeper. She no longer knew where one of them began and the other ended. She was nothing but sensation, pure pleasure that spiraled into the night like a cloud.
She closed her eyes and began to move, her hips gently undulating in time with Dhatri’s probing tongue, Akaash’s gentle fingers, and his thrusting cock in Dhatri’s body.
Akaash was the first to tense, to cry out. He thrust hard, harder, and Dhatri’s hands gripped Nitara’s thighs, hanging onto her as Akaash pumped into him. And before Akaash’s groans had faded, Nitara came, pleasure surging, hot and sharp.
“Dhatri… Akaash…”
Then Akaash was lifting her, Dhatri helping with his strong hands, and together they lowered her onto Dhatri’s pulsing cock.
“Oh…”
Pleasure crested once more, and she was coming almost as soon as he pumped up into her. Akaash knelt behind her, one arm around her waist, one hand teasing her hard and aching nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck. And again she was assaulted by sensation, her climaxes coming one after another.
Dhatri thrust, impaling her over and over, his cock a solid shaft of flesh. There was no end to her orgasm, her sex clenching, her body writhing. Soon Dhatri was coming, his hips pistoning. They were a tumble of hard hands and panting breath, falling together onto the ground.
They lay in the lovely, breathless aftermath of sex, and all seemed well with Nitara’s world. With her head pillowed on Dhatri’s muscular chest, and Akaash’s arm around her waist, holding her close, she slept.
It was twilight on their final day of travel, the lowering sun turning the sky a hazy orange. They crested the last hill, looking out over the valley where the Mutairi lived. The clan camped near the mouth of the cave at the bottom of the hillside. Their scouts would have seen them by now. They would know Dhatri and Akaash were their own, and that they brought another with them. But they would also respect them, allow them to make their own way home.
Akaash was relieved, glad to be alive, to be coming home to his people. And hoping to rid himself of the shame that washed over him anew at having to face them.
He had been taken in his sleep, when he should have been alert. He had grown too complacent, and had almost paid with his life. It seemed that Dhatri did not judge him. But he would judge himself, and find himself wanting.
He had failed the Mighty El, had been brought down as though he were the hunted and not the hunter. He had failed himself as a warrior, failed his people. Dhatri’s love for him, and Nitara’s, was his only redemption.
He looked at Nitara, standing by his side. She turned to him, her green gaze on his.
“Akaash,” she said, reaching for his hand, then Dhatri’s. “I have something to tell you both. I think…I am with child.”
“You’re pregnant?” Dhatri’s smile was beautiful, radiant.
“I am fairly certain.”
Akaash picked her up, held her tightly in his arms.
“Akaash,” Dhatri scolded. “Put her down. You’ll risk our child.”
“Our child,” Akaash repeated.
His or Dhatri’s, it didn’t matter. It would be
theirs
.
Perhaps that was what the God and Goddess had planned for him. That he would risk his life, the risk itself an offering to them, so that he might bring this woman back to his people, so they would flourish on the earth.
“You are my love, Nitara,” Akaash told her.
“
Our
love,” Dhatri said, his face close to theirs. “As you are mine, Akaash.”
They would spend this final night together on the hill, Akaash decided, before sharing with the clan. The three of them, together.
Nitara held onto their hands, absorbing their warmth, their strength, the sense of solidity she felt between them, and that they gave to her, as well.
“My life is about to change,” she murmured, her gaze on the darkening valley below. Fires burned, and she could see the silhouettes of the people of the Mutairi moving about.
“It has changed already, Nitara,” Akaash said, his fingers tightening on hers. “We have taken you across the Wasteland, away from the temple.”
“Yes, and safely. I’m grateful.”
“Your life changed the moment you decided to help me escape. You went against everything you knew for me, even your goddess. I’m the one who’s grateful.”
“As am I,” Dhatri said, “for bringing Akaash back from certain death. To me. To our people.”
“I’m a little afraid,” Nitara said. “Even if I bring a child to your clan, will I ever be one of them?”
“You’re a part of us,” Akaash told her, and she felt the truth of it in her heart, in her very bones. “We’ll care for you. Teach you whatever you need to know. The clans are unlike the Temple. We’re cast-offs, rebels, Wanderers on the earth.”
“I suppose I’m a Wanderer now. I have no other home, but with you two.”
Dhatri enfolded her small hand in his, took Akaash’s with the other. “You’re home now, Nitara. We all are.”
Her warriors smiled at her and she felt her heart swell. With pride in her lovers. With love for them both. With the hope they gave her.
Tomorrow would begin a new day. A new day to survive the heat of the arid desert, the challenges they each faced to live on what was left of the earth. The love Akaash had told her about, that he and Dhatri now gave her, eased her fears.
The sun went down over the ravaged Wasteland, the clear black sky lighting up with stars, the moon casting silver over the earth. She laid her hand over her belly, feeling the life budding there. Hope for the Mutairi, and for her. Love meant they would build a new life together, the three of them. As one. Together, they would build a future for the Wasteland.
About the Author
The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in
Cosmopolitan
.
Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website:
www.edenbradley.com
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Tempt Me Twice
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One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.
The Seeking Kiss
© 2009 Eden Bradley
Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.
Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.
Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.
It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?
Enjoy the following excerpt for
The Seeking Kiss:
Her mind was emptying out. Too much sensation going on to think. Too much of her most treasured fantasies come to life. Was this really happening?
But the tall one pulled out, stepped away from his partner, reached out and took her hand. His skin was hard and cool on the surface, with a strange sort of warmth lurking beneath. He drew her in, and the dark one came to stand behind her, his arms coming around her body. They began to undress her, and it was as though it was all happening in a dream. Except that it was real and she was wide awake, and she knew it. Fantastic.
The tall one stroked her exposed flesh—her collarbone, the top of her breast, and her nipples hardened until they hurt. And all the time she was aware of the dark one’s hands on her waist, holding her up, holding her tight to them both. His flesh was a bit softer than the other’s, in a way that was difficult to explain, even to herself. So, so beautiful, both of them, and she thought she’d die if they didn’t kiss her soon.
“Soon enough,” the blond whispered to her, his voice tinged with a French accent.
She heard his name in her head, like some distant sort of echo.
Aleron.
And then the other, the tone gentler, full of smoke, and she’d known his voice would sound just like that.
Hex.
Their hands were everywhere at once then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, the small of her back. Their mouths followed, their lips surprisingly warm as Aleron lifted her arm and trailed kisses down that sensitive skin on the inside of her forearm, Hex kissing her back. Small, fleeting kisses, too fleeting. Pleasure like fire skittering over her skin, making her tremble. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing. Needing.
“We hear you,” Aleron told her quietly.
Hex took her then, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. The masculine beauty of his face was staggering, his eyes so dark they were nearly as black as his hair, with shots of whiskey and amber lighting them, and unbelievably long lashes. His mouth was ripe, the tips of his eyeteeth resting on that lush flesh. She swallowed, unable to speak, to think. He smiled at her, and his smile was like pleasure itself, working its way deep inside her body.
“We know you, Nissa,” he said, his voice that low, husky whisper she’d known it would be. “We know you, and we are here to give you what you need. What you desire. You want
us
, yes?”
She nodded her head, her throat dry, and it was several moments before she was able to speak. “Yes. Yes…”
“And we want you. Beautiful Nissa. Beautiful girl.”
She shivered once more, his words, his voice, almost as lovely as his touch. Then he did touch her, his hands gathering her bare breasts, kneading them gently, then a bit harder. And she leaned into him, sighing with pleasure as he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting. Oh yes, pleasure and pain and the exquisite knowledge of what they were. Vampires. Immortal. And she had some sense of the eternity of their existence, as though they fed her a bit of it, along with the ghostly sensations of what each of them was feeling.
She blinked, found them both staring at her face—blazing blue eyes and hot liquid brown. Aleron gave the slightest nod of his chin before slipping back behind her, his hard body pressed against her spine, like sun-warmed stone. Hex smiled before lowering his face to hers and kissing her.
God, his lips, like nothing she’d ever felt before in her life. Hard and soft, yielding yet unyielding. Then his tongue, as hot and silky as any human’s, yet sweeter, more pure, somehow, pushing its way between her lips, twining with her tongue.
Love him already…
And the pleasure pushing its way into her body in long, undulating shivers of desire. She was lost in the kiss, in him.
Hex.
Aleron put his hands on her once more, stroking her hips, her thighs, impossible feather-light strokes. She’d never imagined one of
them
could be so gentle. And her sex was lighting up with need, wet and hurting.
When Hex pulled away to look into her eyes once more with that riveting gaze, she whispered, “Please touch me.”
Hex’s hands came down to cover Aleron’s, and together they slipped their palms between her thighs, four sets of fingers brushing the curls there, the swollen lips.
“Ohhh…”
She could hardly believe this was happening.
Don’t think. Just feel.
“Ah, so wet for us,” Aleron whispered into her hair.
“Yes…”
She arched her hips into their touch, but they pulled away.
“Not yet, not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”
They guided her, helped her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laid her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.
Need you. Please.
Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both. And we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”
She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long. And it was happening. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?
“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.
“Yes,” Aleron said, “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But you will love it. You will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear.”
Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to really
touch
her.
“Please…” she begged.
A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”
And before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.
“Oh!”
Pleasure like a knife, that keen, that sharp, stabbing into her body. Her back arched, she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.
“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me.”
He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. And his tongue sliding into her mouth, all soft and hot, was like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.
Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. And Hex’s tongue in her mouth, Aleron’s fingers deep in her sex, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.
She cried out as she came, pure ecstasy shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. Pleasure rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling, out of control. Lost.
When she opened her eyes she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.
Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.
“That was beautiful, Nissa.
You
are beautiful. But the night just begins.”