Blood Knot (28 page)

Nial lifted Winter’s foot from the water and nibbled the inside of her ankle. “I have no need to do that. I can make her scream whenever I wish.” The heated look in his eyes and what he was doing to her ankle made Winter gasp, then moan as his hand slid along the inside of her leg.

Sebastian’s lips touched her cheekbone. “
Mo stóirín, beidh mé in ann tú isteach i mo lámha
,” he murmured. His eyes were so green, so intense, focused just on her and the words he spoke sounded beautiful.

“
Everything comes out sounding like poetry in Gaelic,” Nial complained, flicking water. “And you have the home ground advantage, Irishman.”

“
Half-Irish. I think,” Sebastian said, not pulling his gaze away from Winter. “Nial is an ungraceful loser, have you noticed?”

She smiled.

“
Very well,” Sebastian said. He lifted her chin gently with his finger, his big body settling closer to hers in the warm water, making her feel smaller and weaker. Feminine. He was looking into her eyes again. Seeing her soul? All she knew was that his gaze was doing things to her insides, making them melt and ache. “
Faciam donec amorem tuum potes ultra resistere et nocti petimus hoc diligunt
,” he whispered in a lilting voice. His lips touched her with a gentle sweetness that made her sigh. “Say yes,
dilecta,
” he breathed.

“
Yes,” she murmured. She barely cared what she was saying yes to. His children, his sex slave…if it meant more of that, she was in.

Sebastian smiled and kissed her again, then sat back, glancing at Nial.

Nial’s face had lost its humour. It had been replaced with a powerful, raw, open lust. With a jolt Winter realized Nial was no longer bothering to hide his feelings from either of them. He was radiating exactly what he felt. And he wanted them both. Sebastian’s demonstration had worked unexpectedly. As much as Winter liked to watch Nial and Sebastian together, Nial had just discovered how much he was aroused by the sight of them touching and kissing.

Winter cleared her throat. “What did you tell me, anyway?” she asked Sebastian.

“
He said, ‘I will make love to you until you can no longer stand and you beg for another night like this’,” Nial translated. He reached for her. “I’m in complete agreement,” he growled. He threaded her arms along the back of the bath, then lifted her up so that her breasts rose out of the water.

He glanced at Sebastian, then lowered his mouth to the tip of her wet breast and closed his lips and teeth around the nipple, as his hand cupped and squeezed the full mound of breast.

Sebastian pushed through the water again and took her other breast into his mouth with a hungry sound.

Winter hung onto the edge of the bath, her mind dazed and syrupy with the power of the need building in her. She twisted and trembled in the water as the two men played with her, their light and dark heads bowed over her breasts, their lips and teeth and tongues playing twin medleys.

Sebastian’s hands were the first to slide further down her body, but Nial’s were the first fingers to slip inside her, making her gasp.

Then Sebastian’s hand was also exploring her folds, twining around Nial’s fingers, working with them to tug at her clit. Winter bucked, moaning desperately. But they didn’t spare her. Fingers—she couldn’t tell whose or how many—drove into her pussy, spreading her. The delicious rough feel of knuckles and fingertips against the wall of her pussy made her groan and her hips to thrust.

Then more fingers were probing at her anus, pressing inside her. Stretching her open.

Winter’s climax began to shudder through her as the multiple digits probed and thrust and Nial and Sebastian’s mouths still drew on her breasts. Her eyes closed and she gripped the spa as the climax blossomed and peaked. She cried out, shaking.

When she opened her eyes again, Nial and Sebastian were watching her. Both of them were smiling. Their hands were no longer in her body.

“
What?” she asked.

Sebastian looked at Nial. “I want to be in her for the next one.”

Nial nodded. Then he turned back to her and helped her up. “You have such a look on your face when you climax… It is a compliment a man finds hard to resist. It makes him want to repeat himself over and over.”

“
Damn right,” Sebastian growled, climbing from the bath. He pulled a big Turkish towel down from the racks and shook it out, then held it out for Winter to step into as Nial lifted her out of the bath.

Nial plucked the pins from her hair. “That’s much better,” he declared as it rained down around her waist, tangling with the folds of the towel.

The two men dried off quickly. Sebastian walked into the bedroom naked, his buttocks taut, his erection undiminished.

Nial picked Winter up.

“
I
can
walk, you know,” she reminded him.

“
Why should you?” he asked, sounding perfectly reasonable.

She couldn’t find an answer by the time he laid her on the big bed next to where Sebastian lay on his side, his head on one hand. He reached out to flip the towel aside as Nial pulled it from the other end and tossed it toward the hamper.

Winter shivered. Her nipples were hard pebbles.

“
Cold?” Nial asked.

She shook her head and drew in a steadying breath.

Nial smiled, a heated expression that promised wickedness and delight. “No fear at all?”

Winter shook her head. “Not since you took me already, Nial. How could I have any fear? It’s you and Sebastian.”

Nial took a deep breath, his eyes closing. “You honour us,” he murmured. Then he opened his eyes and the fiery, wicked gleam was back. “Brace yourself, Tera.”

Sebastian turned her face toward him and kissed her. “Honeyed apricots,” he murmured. “Intoxicating.” His hand was playing with her breast, making her squirm, making her hot once more.

Then Nial’s hand smoothed over her belly, making her gasp in shock instead. He cupped her mons and her thighs fell open helplessly, even as Sebastian’s tongue was sliding down her throat, masking her view of what Nial was doing.

Cool gel touched her cleft and was spread over her folds in sensual caresses, making her arch on the bed under Sebastian’s hands and mouth. Nial pushed the gel into her ass, working it deep.

Winter was more responsive to the lightest touch than she had ever been and she knew it was because she had both Nial and Sebastian touching her. There was a completeness to the sensations, and it was overwhelming. She reached for Sebastian, her arms trembling. “Quickly,” she breathed.

“
Nial,” Sebastian urged.

She felt the bed move and Nial’s long length fit itself next to her. “Come here,
dilecta
,” he murmured. His arms were around her waist, lifting her again. He lowered her so that she was straddling him and his control and strength were great enough that he could lower her onto his cock, which jutted up ready to receive her.

She slid onto him until he was buried deep inside her and her clit was pushed up hard against his pelvis. Winter gasped as Nial pushed the hair from her face, kissed her with rough tenderness, then slowly rolled onto his back, bringing her with him.

Winter rested against his chest, her heart thundering, her gaze locked on Nial’s eyes as he watched her face.

Sebastian stroked her back and her ass. “Beautiful,” he said, his voice contorted with excitement. His hands continued to stroke and tease, moving between her ass cheeks and making her hips shift and make tiny thrusting motions.

“
Ah…gods,” Nial breathed.

Sebastian’s fingers pressed inside her and she gasped. The sensation was even better when Nial was already inside her pussy. Fuller, richer.

“
More,” she said, but the word came out husky. A throaty, used voice.

Sebastian worked more fingers in, stretching her, testing her, but Winter couldn’t stand it. “Fuck me, Bastian!” she begged, and it emerged in that same husky contralto.

Nial groaned. “Do it,” he begged. “She is milking me from the inside.”

“
Sweet…” Sebastian murmured. His fingers left her and were replaced with a blunt, wider probe. His cock.

Winter clutched at Nial again as her pleasure seemed to peak and then climb even further. She was reading Nial through her contact with him and his own pleasure was spiralling as he watched her with his blue eyes glittering in the low light.

Sebastian eased into her a fraction of an inch at a time, widening the anus muscle, stretching it in a way her vagina was never taxed. Winter moaned as she felt the width of both of their cocks inside her. She wanted to move, to wriggle, but knew that Sebastian was taking his time so that he didn’t hurt her and kept still. But the delightful sensations were building, making her moan and whimper almost continuously as he slid carefully inside her.

When he was finally seated fully inside her Winter turned her head to look at him and smile as Sebastian settled over her on his hands.

“
This is perfect,” she murmured. “How did I go so long without this?” She turned to Nial. “This is all your fault, Nial. You should have arranged this years ago.”

Nial gave a short laugh. “We’ve unleashed a monster,” he told Sebastian. He gathered Winter in his arms. “Ready?”

“
Gods, yes,” she said, borrowing his oath.

She saw the flash of his smile, then he and Sebastian began to thrust together. That was when her world shrank down to three of them and the incredible sensations building in her. The power of the coming climax frightened her a little and she reached for Nial, her hands pressing into his firm shoulders. Winter could feel him moving underneath her, striving for his own peak and she could read his pleasure building, too.

She gasped at the twin contact. It was like touching live wires. It jolted her with a sensual shock that sent her mentally and physically reeling, as her own body was already close to spilling over into an explosive orgasm of its own.

As she mentally staggered, she reached out…and found Sebastian. She dipped into him instinctively, looking for stability and found instead a second pool of molten arousal.

Winter screamed as her body exploded into a climax that shook not just her body, but her mind, heart and soul. She felt a hand over her heart and teeth at her neck as she paused for a small eon, her body pulsing around Nial and Sebastian.

In that endless moment as she floated in the sea of perfect pleasure, finally, the scales fell away from her eyes and she understood what Nial had been begging her to understand. Winter knew four things for certain.

She loved Nial as deeply as she loved Sebastian.

She trusted Sebastian’s instincts about people absolutely. He had never been wrong the entire time they worked together.

Sebastian had left Nial because of his relentless power mongering.

Nial would not have commissioned Sebastian and her for this Flatiron building job by himself. Who was standing behind him? Who was Nial really in league with?

Sebastian and Nial laid her gently on the bed between them and she looked into Nial’s eyes as he wiped the tear from her cheek as she came to the final horrible conclusion.

Nial couldn’t be trusted.

SHE WOKE TO warm arms around her and lips against the corner of her jaw and smiled. There was no disorientation. “Sebastian,” she murmured.

“
What gave me away?” he asked, his lips brushing over her skin.

“
Your body heat, your scent, your lips, your breath and the way you’re holding me,” she told him. “And your body just feels different up against mine.”

Sunlight bathed the bed and she blinked against the light, but the windows must be polarized on this level, too, because she didn’t feel the need to wince against the direct glare. “What time is it?” she asked.

“
About ten. I brought you breakfast.”

She sniffed. “Ham. Mmmm. You’ve turned into a decent cook, Sebastian.”

“
You can call me Bastian. I like the way you say it.” His hand cupped her breast and rolled her nipple, making her breath catch.

Her stomach growled noisily.

Sebastian laughed and let her up. “I can understand that internal signal as well as you can.” He handed her Nial’s robe. “Here. The gravy is hot. You don’t want it on your skin.” And he placed a big breakfast tray in front of her.

Winter pushed her arms into the silk robe and tied it shut, then smoothed her hand over the front of it. “Where is Nial?” she asked, as she picked up the knife and fork.

Sebastian settled on the bed in front of her. He was back to wearing jeans that clung to every taut curve and a collarless shirt that was so aged it looked as soft as down. His chest showed, firm and tanned, above the open neck. His forearms and the strong wrists were displayed below the rolled sleeves. He hadn’t bothered with shoes yet.

“
Nial went downtown,” Sebastian told her. “He said he had a couple of appointments and took off early this morning. You looked exhausted so we let you sleep.”

“
Pity. I have a couple of questions for him.”

Sebastian cocked his head. “Such as?”

She bit into the ham and eggs, suddenly ravenous. It had been over eighteen hours since she had eaten. After two quick mouthfuls, while Sebastian waited patiently, she sipped from the coffee cup and swallowed. “Such as who Nial is working with.”