Bloodright (31 page)

“I have missed you,” she crooned to Rafael.

“No more than I have missed you, my love.”

Falon’s heart overflowed with emotion. He still loved her, despite everything, he still loved her.

Lucien growled softly behind her, reminding her he was there. She laughed and turned to him. Stroking his cheek, she looked up into his darkened eyes. “My proud Luca, I miss you even in my sleep.”

Lucien’s erection swelled between her buttocks. Rafael’s between her thighs. Her entire body shimmered with arousal and awe. There was no growling or snarling. No fighting over her as if she were a bone. They were there, united, for her.

If only it were not a dream.

Falon leaned back against Lucien’s strong chest and wrapped an arm around his neck. Snaking her fingers into his hair, she rose to his lips as she turned more fully toward him. As his lips captured hers in a deep spiraling kiss, Rafael’s lips imprisoned a sensitive nipple, suckling her tenderly. Falon moaned, reveling in the wondrous touch of both men.

Lucien’s hand snaked around her waist to her other breast. When his fingers plucked her sensitive nipple, she cried out in pleasure. Her damp skin steamed beneath their touch. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her womb clenched, hungering for each of them in turn. Rafa’s big hand slid down her belly, to her mons. She gasped in Luca’s mouth and his tongue swirled against hers, silencing her cries of pleasure, when Rafael slid his fingertips across her hard clit, then between her swollen lips. She jerked against him, moaning louder, arching into Rafa’s sweet assault, as Lucien’s lips held hers captive.

She dug her fingers into Rafael’s leg, spreading her thighs in unabashed offering.

Sliding a thick finger into her, he took her offer. She cried out, pressing her head back against Luca’s strong shoulder. The need to mate was strong. Her body was on fire, her essence heady. Both men’s nostrils flared, recognizing she was ripe to conceive.

Falon closed her eyes, absorbing the fact that, dream or not, she was in the middle of a perfect storm. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined how blissfully insane it would feel to be loved by both brothers at the same time.

Rafa moved his finger slowly in and out of her. Lucien’s finger gently slid along her anus, gently probing, carefully stretching her. Falon bit her lip, drawing blood. The sensation of what Lucien did to her was odd but exhilarating. She wanted to experience more. And as she was wont to do with Lucien, Falon faithfully followed where he led her, trusting and excited, knowing he would take her to a place she had never been.

The scent of her blood stirred both men’s bodies. Rafa growled low, grazing his teeth along a turgid nipple. He nipped her, then licked away the sting. Luca slid a finger into her anus. One slow inch at a time. Her vaginal walls clamped around Rafa’s finger as she tried to loosen for Luca’s.

Rafa slipped his finger from her. Falon cried out, digging her nails deeper into his thigh. His blazing eyes caught and held hers as he lifted her hips and steered his warm cock into her waiting wetness.

“Rafe,” she sobbed against Lucien’s lips as his brother slowly filled her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, the feeling so mouthwatering she could not form a word to describe it.

“Easy, angel face,” Lucien said as he, too, slipped his finger from her. Impaled on Rafa’s swollen cock, she shuddered when Lucien spread her cheeks and slowly probed her with his.

Anticipation sizzled along every nerve ending in her body.

Falon moaned when he entered her inch by incremental inch from behind. “Luca,” she breathed as the new scintillating sensation took hold.

“Relax,” he said softly. “I would never hurt you.” When he slowly pressed deeper into her, Falon loosened, not realizing she had been tense. There was no pain, only a pleasure that she could not define heightened by the extra stimulant of his cock ring.

He was gentle and slow, easing his way into her. Rafael held her steady, not moving in her as Lucien filled her. “You okay, love?” Rafa asked, stroking her cheek. She was so overcome with emotion and sensation, she was unable to speak at the moment, Falon nodded. Rafa smiled and brushed his lips across hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she managed before an avalanche of tears flooded her eyes. They were so gentle, so patient, so caring.

“Thank you, Luca,” she breathlessly moaned. “Thank you, Rafa.”

She closed her eyes, blinking away the tears, wanting to revel in this new and astonishing emotional and physical sensory overload. Of being filled by them both. Of them giving themselves to her unselfishly.

She hung suspended for an eternity as her body adapted to them. Energy sparked and snapped inside of her. Her womb clenched like a fist around Rafael, and her bottom hugged Lucien. Three hearts beat to the same chaotic cadence. Three bodies as one. Three souls as one. Lucien’s heart thudded against her back, Rafe’s against her chest. Their bodies thrummed with her energy. It was magical, omnipotent, and sublime. The power of three.

When Rafael moved deeper into her, Falon gasped, the sensation of his potent energy sparking like a match to gasoline. As he pulled away, Lucien rocked into her from behind. Falon’s body shimmered with sensation, then melted around him like warm honey on a hot biscuit. A deep moan began in her belly and worked its way up her throat, sloughing from her lips in a long, satisfied sound. It was too much, but not enough. In a slow, succulent cadence, they moved in and out of her. Taking her to a place she never imagined existed. A place dreams were made of.

Heat, lips, hands, and cock worked her body into such a fevered pitch, Falon feared she would come apart at the seams. Her body was on fire with wild electrical sensation. Every part of her, every cell, every molecule sizzled with unleashed desire. Her heart sang with emotion overload. Her pussy clenched Rafe as her anus fisted Lucien. Her body arched, drawing so tight she was sure she would snap in half. The energy inside of her built to a towering crescendo. And just as she came apart, bursting into a million tiny pieces, Rafael bit her neck on one side from in front, and Lucien bit her neck on the other side from behind. They exploded within her, their seed hot and thick.

Hers.

She screamed as a devastating orgasm slammed into her.

FALON WOKE WITH a start. Sitting up, she gasped for air, her body trembling violently as energy snapped in microbursts around her. Wildly, she looked around. Her mother’s calming scent reminded her she had fallen asleep at the Amorak camp.

Angor’s low growl from outside the door soothed her. “It’s okay,” she whispered. Though her body still shimmered with the remnants of her orgasm. “It was just a dream.” One hell of a dream!

Falon shook her head, running her fingers through her damp, tangled hair. She sucked in a huge breath of air and exhaled loudly. My God, that had been so real. Her heart still pounded like a sledgehammer against her breastbone. Licking her dry lips, she stood. She needed air. As she stumbled from the cabin, she pressed her hand to her chest and caught her breath. She was naked! Her vaginal muscles clenched. Her bottom was sore. Her hands went to her neck. She flinched as her fingertips brushed tender flesh.

Her heartbeat spiked. Not possible.
It had been a dream!

Her nipples strained against the sultry night air. She moaned, sliding her hand down between her thighs. She was soaking wet and on fire.

She ran toward the small pond at the back of the camp. Her dress and moccasins lay scattered as if she had taken them off in a hurry among the soft moss bank. Her heart thundered, the percussion choking off her breath.

“It was a dream!” she shouted at the night.

She did not wade into the cool water; instead, she dove in headfirst, gasping as the cold mountain water sluiced against her sultry skin. When she broke the water, her fevered body shivered.

Standing, she smoothed her hair back from her face, then gasped. Her hard nipples tightened. Not from the cool air wafting across them, but from the penetrating gaze of the very naked and very aroused man standing at the water’s edge.

Emotion infused her. Her body trembled so violently she could barely stand as he walked toward her and into the water, stopping only a few feet from her.

“Rafa,” she breathed. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to reach out to him. To touch his handsome face and smooth away the deep stress lines that etched him.

“Falon,” he said huskily. “It’s not safe out here. Vipers and Slayers wander the forest looking for souls to claim.”

“I had a dream about you.”

His eyes blazed. “I know.”

“You know?” Her cheeks flared with heat.

He took a step closer to her. “I heard you call my name. I could not help myself, Falon.” His voice cracked under the pressure. His big hand slid behind her neck to cup her head. He drew her to him. A violent storm raged across his features. “I came to you even though I swore on your life I would shun you. Even though I swore I would mark another by the next full moon.” His voice was rough, cruel almost, as if he despised himself. “But I never swore I would stop loving you.”

“My dream was so real.” She brushed her fingertips across his lips. “Are you real? Or am I dreaming again?” Closing her eyes, she inhaled his deep earthy scent. Her eyes flew open. Intermingled with his scent was her essence and—her heart pounded—Lucien’s…

She trembled violently. It wasn’t possible.
It was a dream.
Because only in her dreams could she have the two men she loved.

They stood so close their warm breaths mingled.

“I am real, Falon. I have always been real.”

“Oh, Rafa,” she cried. “How I wish things could be different.” She leaned her head back into his hand, letting him do the work. She was weary of this struggle between the two men she loved. “I dreamed of you inside me. It was so real, I had to come out here to cool off, but then I found my clothes here, and you are here, and you smell like me.” She lifted her head and faced him almost eye to eye. “What happened?” she demanded, suddenly feeling ashamed. She would never betray Lucien, not even with the other man she loved.

He growled low. “Do not tempt me to show you—again.”

Falon slapped her hands over her mouth to keep from crying out. Dear God! Had she allowed Rafael into her dream only for it to become a reality? “How could you do that to me? To Lucien?”

“How could I do
what
? Make love to my chosen one? My chosen one that was stolen from me? The one that for the first time since she was marked by another called out to me?” He shook her. “Do you have any idea what it does to me knowing you are fucking my brother and liking it?”

“Rafa, please, don’t do this.”

“I’m not sorry for coming to you, Falon. Call me again and I will come to you before you finish your thought.”

“Rafe, stop it! This is not who you are!”

“It
is
who I have become. I’m done making it easy for you, Falon. I want you, and damn it, I’ll have you when you call me.”

Rafael’s passionate words stunned her. It was because of her, dreaming of what could never be that he had broken his vow and come to her. Furious with herself for her weakness, Falon realized, though there had been progress with the brothers since she had accepted Lucien, she didn’t fool herself into thinking that, given the chance, Lucien and Rafael would kill each other over her.

Sadly, she shook her head. “I would not dishonor you or Lucien that way again.” She looked regretfully into his eyes but stepped back. “It was just a dream, Rafa, nothing more.” She sucked in a long breath.

He reached out to her but pulled back. She smiled and took his hand and placed it against her heart. Her breasts trembled in remembered passion. Rafe hissed in a long breath. “I will always love you.” She moved into him and on her tiptoes, kissed his lips. “Good-bye, Rafe,” she said softly.

He groaned and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his lips. Deepening the kiss. Her body washed warm with passion. With love. With more regret than most people lived with, in ten lifetimes. Tears stung her eyes as she pulled away from him. “I am Lucien’s now. I will not betray him with more than a farewell kiss, Rafa.” She moved past him, but he caught her hand and pulled her back into his arms.

“I have lived my entire life by a self-imposed honor code. It has brought me nothing but heartache.” He grit his teeth, pressing her tighter to him. “I vowed on your life, Falon, not to touch you again.” He closed his eyes, and she could see him fighting his desire to say fuck it all again. “And I failed us both. For that I am deeply sorry.”

Gently but firmly she unwrapped his arms from around her. “Rafa, I wish with all my heart things could be different. But a wish is just that, a wish.” She moved past him and looked to the edge of the tree line to see a snowy white she-wolf waiting in the mist. And behind her, Lucien’s flashing golden eyes.

Falon scooped up her dress and quickly donned it, then grabbed her moccasins. She did not look back at Rafa. If she did, she would fall apart, and she would not do that to him. But mostly she would not do it to Lucien. He deserved more from her. Much more. And she would give it.

But her chosen one was not going to make it easy for her. His fury reverberated off the trees like harnessed lightning bolts in a jar.

She watched the she-wolf shift into a beautiful woman. Proudly she walked past Falon to Rafael.

She spoke to him in a low husky voice in a language Falon did not understand. When Rafe answered in the same language, in an equally husky voice, she felt as if she had just been kicked in the solar plexus. She froze, unable to take another step. When she turned, they disappeared into the mist. Her eyes rose to Lucien’s.

Angrily he strode toward her.

Anger and hurt rose up in her chest. Anger that Lucien followed her, and hurt that Rafa had so obviously moved on. But there was also guilt. She took it out on the one she loved. “Did you follow me?” she accused.

“Yes.”

“Do you think so little of me that you have to skulk around in the night and spy on me?”