Dark Sidhe Claimed (4 page)

Letting Kier slip from between her lips, she shifted slightly and took Rylan’s shaft into her mouth. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to feel another’s pleasure as well as her own—how deliriously overwhelming it would be. But, she couldn’t deny that affecting both of them at once was a heady prospect.

“Take him deeper,” Kier demanded.

Her belly fluttered at the rough command, and she complied. Swirling her tongue over the satin covered steel, she teased the heavy ridges of his veins, sucking hard while she worked Kier’s cock with her fist. Drifting back and forth between them, she brought them to the edge over and over again.

Finally, Rylan wrapped her hair around his fist and gently tugged her back, forcing her to release her hold on him. “Enough. The first time I spill inside you won’t be your mouth.”

The first? He planned that there would more? Elation and fear tumbled through her middle. Did they intend for her to stay? Did she want to?

There was no time to explore the thought. Keeping hold of her hair, Rylan moved behind her and firmly pushed on the center of her back with his free hand, urging her to her hands and knees.

Wild excitement fluttered through her body as he prodded her opening with the hot, thick head of his cock. A fresh rush of moisture dampened her folds in preparation to welcome him inside.

“Have you ever had two men at once?” he grated.

Heat stained her cheeks, and she shook her head.

“I promise, we’re going to make you feel so good.” Steadily, he tunneled into her needy channel, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. “So…
tight
.”

She groaned at the sensation of those last few inches sliding home, lodging deep within her. Her internal muscles rippled around him as she grew accustomed to his girth.

She glanced at Kier. His eyes were closed and he looked positively tortured. Reaching out, she stroked his cock as Rylan flexed within her.

“Take him in your mouth,” he urged as he slowly pulled back, his flared head dragging sensuously along her inner walls. “Take him while I make you come.”

A shudder worked though her body as she guided Kier’s shaft into her mouth. They quickly set up a frenzied rhythm, thrusting in and out of her willing body. Kier stroked the edges of her wings, ramping her arousal higher. Streaks of need shot through them, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. He toyed with the tips, rolling them between his fingers like he had her nipples. The sensation was overwhelming. Her orgasm built, rushing toward her only to dissipate when Rylan suddenly shifted and changed positions.

Settling both hands on her hips, he guided her backward until they were both on their knees, his cock still lodged deeply inside her. The angle made him feel even larger, the fit tighter. He spread his knees, taking hers with them, completely exposing her pussy. She looked down, watching his cock, damp with her juices, as it pushed upward into her, stretching her tender tissues.

She trailed her fingers over her slick flesh to stroke the area where they were joined—teasing both her sensitive skin and his.

Kier gasped, his hand snug around his own cock, stroking up and circling back down. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than that. Keep touching yourself,” he said when her hand drifted away from her cunt. “I love the way you stretch to take him.” He glanced at his brother. “Does she feel as good as I imagine she does?”

“Better,” Rylan groaned.

Leaning forward, Kier pulled one of her aching nipples into his mouth, drawing hard on it while he continued to pump his cock, rubbing the silky head against her straining clit. Releasing her nipple, he claimed her mouth with a brief, almost brutal kiss. “I need to taste you,” he growled against her lips as he lifted his head a fraction of an inch.

Her breath caught in her throat as Kier lowered himself between their spread legs. The sight of his dark head between her thighs pushed her even closer to the edge, but it was nothing compared to the first touch of his mouth on her anguished flesh. He dragged the flat of his tongue along her dripping cleft, groaning. The sound vibrated through her, winding her need higher and tighter.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, trying to hold back her screams as he did it again and again. Rylan pushed into her from beneath while his brother bathed her cunt with his mouth.

Kier lifted his head and pinned her with his gaze, his eyes hooded and his lips wet with her cream. Her breath stalled in her throat at the intensity in his expression. Lowering his head, he latched on to her clit as Rylan powered into her from beneath, plucking her nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, slamming into her without mercy. A cock inside her and a mouth at her clit—she was sure there wasn’t anything that could possibly feel better than this. Gasping with sobbing need, she clung to both men, riding the waves of urgency that threw her toward climax.

Rylan’s mouth brushed across her ear as he gripped her hips. “Come for us. Let us feel you.”

The harshly whispered demand shoved her over the edge and headlong into crashing release. Her body shuddered as satisfaction washed over her, leaving her breathless and shaking as she spasmed around Rylan’s cock. She could tell he was holding back though, refusing to come.

Panting and still hard, Kier lay on his back and beckoned her forward. On shaking limbs, she lifted herself off Rylan and crawled forward, straddling his brother. Kier positioned his erection at her slightly swollen opening. Despite the fact she’d been thoroughly fucked by Rylan, she couldn’t wait to feel Kier inside her. She hovered wetly above his wide head before taking the long, slow slide down the length of him, moaning as she enveloped him with her body.

“So good,” he whispered as he pulled her down to lay against his chest.

She had to agree, but where was Rylan? She felt the answer to that question a moment later as the bed shifted and sank behind them. Leaning over her, he dragged open mouthed kisses down her spine, causing her wings to flutter and her pussy to clench. He pressed his lips over the small of her back and her ass. She startled as he worked a finger along the cleft, stroking a fingertip over the tight opening.

Kier skimmed his hands along her sides until they cupped her bottom. “Will you let him take you there? Will you take both of us at once?”

Her insides trembled, but she nodded. Nervous excitement gripped her as she ground herself against Kier. Both men caught their breath as she did it again. She’d never felt as free as she did with these two. Something about them called to places in her she hadn’t known existed.

Tama gasped as Rylan rubbed something warm and slick against her anus and began working it into her entrance. She tensed as his finger inched its way inside her, slowly thrusting in time with Kier. Gradually, Rylan added more oil and another finger, spreading them open as he readied her for his cock.

Worry-tinged anticipation gripped her as he withdrew his fingers and set the head of his shaft against her opening. Kier spread her ass cheeks wide, easing his brother’s passage. Her breath caught at the pinch of pain, but she willed herself to relax. With controlled movements, Rylan entered her, filling her completely. Once he was seated within her he paused, letting her adjust.

Impossibly full, she panted as the slight pain gave way to a delicious pressure and the desire for more. 

“I need…” She wasn’t exactly sure what she needed other than the release that hovered in the distance and to feel them lose themselves within her.

“What do you need?” Kier asked.

Looking over her shoulder at Rylan, then turning to Kier, she gave them the only answer she had. “You. Both of you.” As she said the words, she realized they were true. Her soul recognized them, and as trite as it sounded, they were meant to be together.

As if her words had freed them from some sort of stasis, both men began to move. Kier pulled out while Rylan pushed in deeper. She was never empty as they alternated their thrusts, driving her need for them higher. She lost track of everything other than the feeling of them filling her over and over.

Her muscles rippled and contracted around them while they continued to plow into her, shafting her harder and faster. Their thrusts became lunges as they lost anything resembling rhythm or control. She met their movement as well as she could, the beginnings of release stirring in her middle.

Kier cupped the back of her neck and drew her lips to his, capturing her mouth, kissing her with a desperate kind of urgency. It mirrored the need she felt for both of them. Stretching her wings behind her, she stroked Rylan’s back and shoulders, urging him faster and harder. He must have understood. His balls slapped wetly as he powered into her. His stiffened suddenly, and on a guttural cry spilled hot and thick inside her.

His release set off tremors inside her. She began contracting around both of them as her climax crept closer. Kier thrust harder, pushing through her spasming passage and groaning into her mouth as he came inside her, filling her with his white-hot seed. The tenuous control she had snapped. Pleasure spiraled outward, permeating every pore of her body as a ragged scream escaped her lips. Pleasure, like a living thing, wound around all of them, binding them together in a tangle of limbs and shared heartbeats.

Collapsing in a heap, she snuggled between them. Both men curled against her sides, stroking her body and pressing gentle kisses to her lips, her shoulder and breasts.

“Tama, you—” Rylan began.

Violent pounding on the door stopped him mid-sentence. “Open up, by order of the king!”

Chapter Six

Both Kier and Rylan climbed from the bed, heedless of their nakedness, and walked to the door.

Kier pulled it open to find Rhys, Oisin’s page. “The king demands your presence immediately,” the younger man announced.

“Can’t it wait?” Rylan asked. “We did what he asked. We’re a little busy.”

Rhys scowled at him. “He asked that you bring the princess to him. Instead, you’ve brought her to your bed,” he snapped, standing on his toes in an attempt to get a glimpse of Tama. “You were supposed to turn her over to him as soon as you’d captured her.”

Anger, sharp and primal, gripped Kier, and he pushed the boy back into the hallway.

Rhys thrust a bundle of fabric at him. “Make sure she’s dressed appropriately for an audience.” He wrinkled his nose as he glanced disdainfully at them both. “At least try to clean up before you attend His Highness.”

Kier snorted. As if Oisin had never arrived for a palace function passion-drunk and smelling of sex.

Rylan shut the door in the messenger’s face and headed back to where Tama sat on the bed, knees drawn up in front of her and watching them with wary eyes.

Kier laid the dress by her side. “Oisin wants to see us—you, in particular.”

A tight smile briefly curved her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I gathered that.”

The open, passionate woman he’d just loved seemed to have vanished. But, given her position, nervousness was to be expected.

She reached out and shook out the dress. “If I could have a couple minutes to wash up?”

Rylan pulled on his clothes. “Of course, we’ll send someone with warm water while we talk to the king.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “We’ll give you a few minutes to ready yourself, then we’ll escort you to his audience chamber.”

She smiled wanly. “Thank you.”

Kier quickly dressed before giving Tama a lingering kiss. “We’ll be back soon.”

Stifling his annoyance, he walked through the winding corridors to Oisin’s private chambers. He paused as Rylan spotted a servant and sent her to fetch soap and water for Tama.

As they entered the Oisin’s rooms, the king ceased his pacing and turned to look at them. Kier couldn’t remember seeing their leader ever looking so haggard. The constant threat of Dahire and his zealots was wearing on him.

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“She’s…”

“Freshening up,” Rylan supplied.

A timid knock sounded behind them. Turning to look, Kier recognized the servant Rylan had spoken with, and ice water chilled his blood.

“What is it?” he asked.

 “Begging your pardon, but there’s no one in the room you sent me to.”

*****

Tama transported from Rylan and Kier’s room in the palace to the spot where they’d carried her through the veil. A few more steps and she’d be back in the unforgiving winter of the human world instead of the eternal spring of faery realm. The pale green, diaphanous dress she wore wasn’t remotely appropriate for snow storms, but what choice did she have? Her clothing had been shredded. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the rending of cloth and feel Kier and Rylan’s warmth against her.

She swiped at the tears seeping from beneath her lashes. The last thing she needed to do was think about them. She’d been a fool to imagine they had some sort of soul deep connection. They’d been sent by their king to capture her, and they’d merely had a bit of fun with her before they turned her over. Turned her over to yet another person who wanted to use her for her power. It was as simple as that. And as painful as that. Her heart ached like it had been stabbed with iron. She’d been so stupid.

Dashing at her tears, she prepared to cross the veil. As soon as she found her key, she could disappear into the human world again. This time, she’d do things differently. She’d be smarter. She certainly wouldn’t be taken in by guys with unfathomable dark eyes.

Tama took a steadying breath and pushed through the veil into the frigid, blowing winds of winter. The sky had lightened slightly in the east. Dawn was near. She had to hurry. She needed to be gone before the morning shift arrived at the wildlife center and started asking questions she couldn’t answer.

Quickly scurrying to where she’d scuffled with Kier and Rylan, she picked up a stick and started searching the snow for that small bit of iron.

“I believe you’re looking for this?”

She whirled to find Dahire holding a stick with the key swinging drunkenly off the end. “Put it down before you hurt yourself.”