Cassandra's Dilemma (32 page)

“We’ll be in the bedroom.” Helcyon’s response should have warned her what was coming, but she barely saw anything of the layout as he shouldered open a series of doors and slowed only to set her on the edge of the bed.

Helcyon took her face in both his hands. “You will never leave without us again, Cassandra.” He allowed her no time to respond before leaning over and pressing his mouth to hers.

Desire rocketed through her at the first caress of his lips. His tongue plundered her mouth, pushing deeper until it danced with hers. Her fingers convulsed on his shoulders as his will showered through her. The force of his kiss vibrated in her pussy, and she was slick and warm, ready for him.

His hands threaded through her hair, pulling loose tangles and debris until the mass spilled over her shoulders and framed her face. He pulled back, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue.

“Beautiful, Cassandra.” He spoke the words with exquisite reverence, and despite her disheveled, water-logged appearance, she believed him.

His mouth closed on hers again, slanting over her lips again and again, the angle of every kiss taking him deeper into her mouth. His fingers brushed down her front and began to peel the wet clothes from her, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples against the scrap of lace that remained of her bra.

When he released her lips, she tilted her head back, and his mouth traced a loving path down her collarbone to her breast and then his lips closed on a turgid nipple and he sucked, pulling the power he’d showered in her through her in a rush.

Her pussy clenched, slick and damp with cream. She writhed, but his hands firmed on her, holding her still as the connection expanded and he suckled, all swirling tongue and grazing teeth before allowing her a respite.

The bra snapped off, and she let it roll down her arms to vanish. He gave her a tiny push, easing her down against the warm velvet of the cover blanketing the bed. Her wandering gaze latched on the criss-crossing beams overhead and the odd pair of hooks inserted into one beam.

Her curiosity snuffed when he stripped away her bottoms, leaving her bare and spread legged beneath him. Helcyon stood between her open legs, long black hair pushed back from his face, an elegant marble of godhood.

“I promised you we would be lovers, Cassandra.” His words eased through her, thrusting deep to her core as his fingers trailed over the curls nestling around her pussy.

“You did,” she managed, barely able to work the words around the breath rushing through her lungs. She couldn’t think.

“You will watch me,” he ordered and she fixed her gaze on his, heart thumping. She didn’t want to look anywhere else. He shed his clothes with such speed that she could barely process he was taking them off before she was staring at him. He was so beautiful. His long legs, powerful torso, and strong arms were sculpted, rock-hard muscle. Everything about him was cut and tapered, like the finest-honed steel, and his enormous cock jutted toward her.

Her mouth watered. She’d loved sucking the head of his cock that morning in her bed. She’d tasted the sweet power of his cum as he filled her, and now his cock angled toward her dripping pussy and she ached from wanting.

“Nothing will be between us,” he reminded her, sliding forward, his hands bracing her hips as he rubbed his cock along the length of her slit. The gorgeous head stroked her clit and she arched up, an orgasm exploding through her as he thrust along her clit.

“Helcyon.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own as she fought to keep her eyes open, gazing up at his knowing smile, his body pushing against hers until he drew back, and when she would have sobbed, his cock parted her lips and thrust in short bursts, trying to work his way into her incredibly tight pussy.

She arched back and froze at the sight of Jacob’s head looming over her. His dark eyes searched hers and she reached out a hand, hips arching to meet Helcyon’s lusty cock, driving so deep his balls slapped against her ass.

She thought he would turn away, but Jacob dropped to his knees and his mouth found hers, his hands gliding over her breasts, and then his fingers caught her damp nipples and tugged lightly. The world split apart as Helcyon’s pace increased, spreading her legs apart and hooking her ankles up to his shoulders.

Cassie had never felt so exposed as Jacob stole her breath, again and again, his hands working her breasts until she flew, energy pooling in her belly. Helcyon pulled back and thrust again, his body tensing and then exploding inside of her. A race of fire struck the energy in her center, and she went up like an incandescent flame, rising to meet his thrusts as he emptied himself into her.

Jacob shifted as Helcyon fell forward into her arms, his chest heaving as he teased her throat. On shaking arms, Helcyon levered himself to the side and caught a nipple in his teeth as Jacob moved between her legs, and she looked up, surprise parting her lips. He thrust into her, parting her swollen flesh with a hard stab of his cock.

She dug her fingers into Helcyon’s arm as he held her steady, keeping her in place for Jacob’s hard thrusts, and her world split asunder again. She wanted both of them.

All of them.

Everywhere.

* * * *

She woke, sandwiched between two long, hard, very naked bodies. Their deep baritones quieted as her eyes fluttered open. Jacob tucked along her right while Helcyon braced her left. Their cocks were stiff and warm against her hips and she shifted, her aching pussy warming at the thought.

“Hmm, what were you two talking about?” So many questions surfaced with waking.

“That we should let you decide.” Helcyon’s solemn words jerked her from the lethargy of their lovemaking.

“Decide?” Cassie swallowed. They wouldn’t do this to her. Not now, not after they’d thoroughly possessed her, one right after the other, until her body was boneless.

“Yes.” Jacob nibbled his way along her shoulder to trace the whorls of her ear. “Which one you wanted in your mouth and who gets your pussy…”

Helcyon chuckled, his warm fingers delving between her swollen flesh. “Or if your sex is too sore, we can take your sweet little ass. With some practice, you could take us both in. But it will take practice.”

Cassie stared at them, her heart racing. Had they just suggested…

Jacob sighed and tugged on her earlobe. “Yes, Cassie. I will share you with the Elf. He will share you with me. But choose soon, because I already want to put my cock in that mouth of yours, so choose or we will.”

Helcyon caught her clit between two fingers and rolled it lightly. “I told you that allowing her a choice might be too much.”

“You did. But it was only fair.”

“But the Queen…Michael…” Her mind fumbled with the erotic imagery they were conjuring.

“Will keep,” Helcyon assured her.

“This is about us, Cassie. About what we want. The rest can keep,” Jacob agreed. “We nearly lost you because we were fighting. We’re not willing to take that risk now.”

Not only were they talking to each other, but they were talking about her. They weren’t fighting, and Cassie arched as Helcyon’s talented fingers teased her toward the edge.

“I have had her sweet lips already. I shall cede that to you this time, Wizard.”

“Kind of you, Elf.”

As one, they shifted her, positioning her until Jacob’s thick, long cock poked at her lips and she parted them, lapping up the droplet beading his tiny slit. She lay on her belly, but Helcyon’s hands glided over her ass and then his thumb teased her anus as the broad length of his head pushed into her pussy.

“Take us both, Cassandra.” Helcyon’s words whispered over her, the buzz in her mind expanding until she was aware of only the pulsing thrusts of Jacob’s cock in her mouth and Helcyon’s in her pussy, with her the blazing bridge between.

Chapter Twenty-One

Cassie set the stage carefully, electing to host the meeting in a conference room of the Peninsula hotel. The five-star luxury accommodation was located on Chicago’s magnificent mile. Jacob approved the choice, and together they’d arranged to secure an entire floor. She waited in the gold-paneled meeting room, sunlight pouring in through the great bank of windows.

On her left, Helcyon stood, feet braced and apart. He wasn’t fond of the plan, but in the end, he’d acquiesced to it, as had Jacob. Their objections had been remarkably similar, but Cassie wouldn’t be swayed.

Not this time.

The doors at the far end of the room opened, framing the Danae in etched gold, dripping with sunlight and glamour. Her hair shimmered in the natural light, adding warmth to her cool, unapproachable features. While Jacob and Helcyon stood, bracketing her, Cassie remained seated.

It was a calculated risk that could very well offend the Danae. Her heart gave a small twist of perverse pleasure. In the grand scheme of things, the Danae had a lot of explaining to do, but Cassie imagined that she wouldn’t, at least not willingly.

So Cassie threw down the gauntlet. Months ago, she’d coordinated a meeting with the Danae, entering the room at the exact same time, determined to put them on equal footing. The dramatic statement earned her points, but Cassie speculated that today’s meeting would either earn her points or a death sentence.

Either way, she remained determined to send a message.

The Danae’s blue-green-gold gaze flickered over the room to land on Jacob. Her mouth tightened. Cassie wouldn’t have noticed the brief movement if she hadn’t been watching for it.

“Cassandra, we are very pleased that you identified the fiend in the attacks and even more pleased that you survived. We trusted our servant with your well-being, and we are pleased that he performed so well. But we must confess that your choice of companions is regrettable. The Wizard should leave.” Her words were a descant against the dulcet tones. Her scent of rich vanilla, orchids, and a hint of sage stretched across the room to wrap around Cassie.

She wasn’t asking.

Sitting at the head of the table, Cassie established her rule of order for the Danae. Jacob and Helcyon bracketed her, twin pillars of strength and support. The lakeside battle had forged a connection between the two, one Cassie didn’t entirely understand. But they’d fought side by side, saving each other’s lives.

“Special Agent Jacob Book is with Homeland Security, Your Majesty. In the upcoming weeks, as you are revealed to the world, it will be his team that provides security and oversees any threats.”

The Danae reacted to the implied threat with surprise. A cadre of four Elven warriors arrayed behind her in a vee formation. Michael’s capture had not reduced the need for security. If anything, it had enhanced it. Jacob and Helcyon were both worried that Michael wasn’t working alone, and even if he had been, his actions could inspire other Wizards to take similar measures.

Similarly, the Danae was far from assuaged about the situation. She’d issued several veiled invitations for Cassie to join her Underhill. Cassie refused them all. She had no concrete reason to turn the Danae down, but her gut told her it was the right move. She’d learned over the last few days that she didn’t argue with her gut. Which brought all of them to the Peninsula hotel.

“Be that as it may”—there was no mistaking the notes of censure and rebuke shivering in her words—“the Wizard will leave our presence.”

“No.”

Jacob and Helcyon stiffened behind her. She couldn’t see them and didn’t dare turn her head from the Danae. This was her battle. She’d chosen it.

Before the meeting, Jacob offered to step out when she made the arrangements, but she’d insisted, and the mute pleasure in his eyes when she refused his generous offer filled her with happiness.

Helcyon explained how to handle the Danae. The first gauntlet would be thrown when Cassie didn’t rise, didn’t shake her hand, and most certainly didn’t bow.