Destined for Two (5 page)

Shock swam through Rhia as she gaped at Jorel. Was she out of her mind? What made her say that?

Swallowing, she tried to convince herself that Jorel’s wide chest didn’t send her heart racing -- that his trim waist and the massive bulge protruding from behind his pants didn’t make her pant in wanting. And God, she couldn’t forget Keenas, with his equally impressive cock pressing into her throbbing mound. The whole experience overloaded her senses and sent heat screaming through her veins.

Jorel’s forearm muscles flexed enticingly as he brushed his black hair back from his face. His smooth skin stretched tight over rippling chest muscles, and she couldn’t stop her gaze from wandering downward over thick pecs and washboard abs. Keenas stirred above her, pressing his unbelievably hard cock into her pussy, putting pressure on her already sensitive clit. Even through her clothes, she could feel his heat and sexual prowess.

This was insane. She didn’t know them and they’d kidnapped her, for crying out loud.

How could she possibly be attracted and turned on? Angry, maybe -- but the whole capture-bondage scenario had always intrigued her.

“Don’t even think about it,” she growled, her narrowed eyes flicking from one to the other.

Both looked incredibly determined and her heart skipped a beat as Keenas bent to place a soft kiss just below her ear. She bit down on her lip to keep the strangled cry from escaping her suddenly dry throat.

“I can assure you, sweet, that we can make you come without ever entering your body.

In fact,” Keenas purred, his breath brushing seductively against her neck, “we won’t even have to take your clothes off.”

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She shook her head in denial, bucking her hips in earnest. Unfortunately, the movement only put more pressure against her pussy and she whimpered as Keenas pressed back, sending tingles along her spine.

“I bet you’re wild in bed,” Keenas whispered. “I bet you like it passionate and hot.

Steamy and dirty. Don’t you, Rhianna?”

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. She couldn’t do this -- couldn’t let them see that they were getting to her.

Keenas shifted above her as Jorel bent and suckled her nipple through the material of her shirt. She cried out, them clamped her mouth tightly closed. Her hands strained against Keenas’s hold as he began to grind against her clit in slow, sensual thrusts that made her want to buck against him. She drew in a deep breath and inhaled their musky scent mingled with her own scent of arousal. Big mistake, she thought with a groan. Even their scent made her body hum with growing need. Being bound only seemed to intensify the desire.

“Let me up,” she groaned just as Keenas pressed harder against her throbbing nub. Her juices coated the inside of her pants and slid down between the cheeks of her ass, betraying her body’s need for the two of them.

Jorel rose up and softly whispered in her other ear. “Not yet, beautiful. Not till we show you that you were meant for us. Meant to be pleasured by us.” Jorel’s hand slid inside her shirt, gently cupping her breast. His hot palm seared her flesh, making her whimper and squirm. Keenas moaned and kept thrusting against her, giving his hips an intriguing twist as he pressed upward, and shards of pleasure ripped through her limbs.

With an impatient tug, Jorel ripped her shirt open, making her gasp in surprise. Cool air washed across her exposed breasts for only a second before Jorel lowered his head to capture a hard nipple between his lips. Shaking her head, she tried to deny what they already knew. She was so close now. So hot. So ready to lose herself in the bliss they promised.

“Imagine it, Rhianna,” Keenas murmured. “Imagine the three of us intertwined. Both Jorel and I filling you with our cocks, fucking you mindless.” She again shook her head in a dismal attempt to deny it.

“I bet your pussy is tight and hot…so wet and ready to be filled by my cock.” Oh, God, it was. Her channel pulsed and throbbed with the need to feel his thick cock stretching her, filling her to the womb. Jorel’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, licking the hardened nubs with long, sensual strokes of his tongue. She imagined that same sensitive stroke against her clit and her hips jerked upward in reflex.

Keenas moaned in response and moved his free hand beneath her hip, seating her more firmly against his bulge. She could hardly breathe now as her body rose ever higher, ever closer to that wave of ecstasy.

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Keenas increased his thrusts, pressing more firmly against her. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts farther into Jorel’s mouth. He groaned and slid his hand lower to undo the buttons of her pants. His fingers crept inside and she whimpered, desperate for the feel of his hand cupping her mound -- his fingers gently fucking her pussy.

“You’re so hot,” Jorel murmured around a mouthful of nipple.

Keenas shifted lower, pressing his cock right at her opening and she bucked wildly against him, mindless now and not caring what they thought. His movement allowed Jorel access to her clit, and he gently circled it with his middle finger. She gasped as sharp pleasure rippled through her and more juices poured from her body.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Jorel purred. “Come for us. Let us see you.” As he spoke, he applied harder pressure to her oversensitized nub, and she exploded within a mist of blinding light and pleasure. She cried out as the waves overtook her, sending her soaring. Throb after throb raced through her channel and she bucked mindlessly against Keenas’s cock, certain she could take him inside her through the clothes that separated them.

Keenas met every thrust of her hips with one of his own as Jorel pinched at her clit, wringing another orgasm from her tingling body. She moaned, twisting her head from side to side as the searing pleasure again raced through her limbs. Slowly, her body relaxed and Keenas stilled, pulling away from her to allow Jorel’s hand to slide farther down along her slit.

She gasped as his thick fingers separated her labia and slid through the juices coating her pussy. With one long stroke, he removed his hand and slid his juice-coated fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

In fascination, she watched the black of his eyes glow with desire and felt her own body heat in response.

“Mmmm,” he purred. “That’s only the beginning, Rhianna.” She watched in stunned silence and growing mortification as they both stood and left the room as though nothing had happened. Neither of them had found release, only her, and the very idea surprised her. Then the anger set in. Anger at them for making her forget herself and where they were. Anger at herself for letting them.

Her body had betrayed her -- so had her mind. But her heart was just as determined to get back home.

* * * * *

“I need a drink,” Keenas growled as he stomped into the gallery, a large bar and game room set up for the men who traveled with them. This trip they’d brought few, so the room was relatively empty. “I need a fuck,” Jorel said with a grin. “Forget the damn drink.” 30

“She’s not ready for that,” Keenas said as he moved behind the bar and poured himself and his brother a drink. “We probably shouldn’t have even done what we did.”

“She basically dared us, so what were we supposed to do? Besides, we needed to prove a point.”

Keenas snorted. “What point? That we can seduce women?”

“That she will respond to us.”

“Jorel, have you ever seduced a woman that didn’t?” Jorel frowned, and then smiled as he lifted his drink to his lips. “No.” Keenas shook his head in amusement at his brother. His cock still throbbed in his pants and his balls ached with the need to spill his seed. Part of him wanted to return to the room and give her what he knew she’d wanted just minutes before, but another part wanted to take things more slowly. She still didn’t believe them and she still may not believe them even after the tests. He had to think of a way to convince her. The idea of keeping her with them by force wasn’t his idea of a good marriage.

With a sigh, he glanced out the massive row of windows that covered one wall. “We will need to inform Morganic that Rhianna has been found.”

“Even before we perform the medical tests to confirm it?” Jorel asked in surprise.

Keenas raised an eyebrow. “Do you doubt it’s her, Jorel?”

“No, but to inform Morganic the princess may have been found before we confirm it will only cause problems. You know he’s going to want proof.” Jorel stared at him, his eyes narrowing to tiny slits. His brother knew him well -- sometimes too well. “You plan on rigging them if you have to.”

Lifting his glass, Keenas finished off the spicy liquor and grimaced at the strong burn that settled in the pit of his stomach. He met his brother’s stare with an unwavering one.

“She sets my blood on fire, Jorel. I’m not about to let her go, regardless of the test results.”

“Then heaven help the both of us,” Jorel murmured.

* * * * *

Devlin sat at the computer screen staring at side-by-side images of Rhia and Queen Tray. If he went by looks alone, there was no doubt Rhia was the princess, but he needed more than that and, more than likely, so would Rhia. How was she? Was she frightened, angry? He had no way of knowing. For the first time since he’d been responsible for her, they were so far apart he’d lost her mental connection. The blank space where her emotions should be made him uncomfortable and lost.

With a sigh, he ran his hand down his face and scrolled through more images of the king and queen of Phelisine. The ship’s engines purred softly as they glided through space,

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the motion dampers keeping everything still and silent. The only indication they moved at all were the stars speeding by outside the windows.

“She looks just like her, doesn’t she?” Damon asked from the door, startling Devlin.

He glanced up at the older man with a slight smile. “Yes. She does.” Shaking his head, Devlin shut down the small computer and turned his chair to face Damon as he came farther into the room, taking the chair opposite him at the long conference table. The Vultair, Taron’s massive deep space cruiser, had been prepped quickly, enabling them to leave Tilarus in record time. Unfortunately, the speed of their departure had done nothing to ease Devlin’s mind.

“I’m having a hard time with this, Damon. How can Rhia be the princess? Why did it take them this long to find her?”

“Veenori sits within the outer rim. It’s on the opposite end of the charted galaxy from Argonia. There is also the fact she didn’t know who she was. Argonia and Phelisine also don’t register their people since they’re not part of the Senate, so that could be why we never found a match for her DNA in the galactic database. I did some more research and it was rumored her nanny ran with her. It is also rumored Argonia was behind the rebellion and the attack that killed her parents.”

Devlin frowned. If the Argonians were behind it, they could want Rhia for reasons other than marriage. Such as her death. “I’m not sure I like the implications of that,” Devlin growled.

“I don’t believe that’s why they took her. They need her to restore peace between the two planets. Killing her would only strengthen the wedge.” Devlin drummed his fingers against the cold marble of the conference table. “How much longer until we get there?”

“Two days, I’m afraid. That’s as close as the transport gate can get us. The gate cannot cut through the Klitus Belt or the Fongor shipping lanes, so we’ll have to travel that sector at impulse speed. Slow going, but it’s the shortest route.” Devlin nodded. “If it takes us two days, it will take them that long as well.”

“More than likely.”

“Were the women upset being left behind?”

Devlin’s lips quirked as he thought of the short-tempered Marcone women.

“Upset puts it mildly,” Damon replied with a smirk and leaned his chair back. “They were about ready to mutiny.”

Laughter rumbled through Devlin’s chest for the first time in hours. He could just picture it -- three women determined to be a part of the rescue -- determined to be there for Rhia.

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Devlin shook his head. Sidious was the youngest of the Marcone brothers, but also the most intimidating. He made Devlin look like an angel in comparison. “I hope you told him to stay with his wife. He and Mikayla had been planning that trip for months.”

“I did,” Damon said with a nod. “He told me to tell you the lake house is yours if you need it.”

“Why would I need the lake house?” Devlin asked.

“It’s a good place to hide.”

“Hopefully it won’t come to that.” Devlin sighed.

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“Are you hungry?” Rhia glanced up to see Jorel standing in the doorway, a tray laden with food in his hands. He looked incredible, his hair pulled back at his nape, and his white shirt open almost to his navel, showing off a good portion of hard, enticing chest. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glared at him without speaking. He smiled back.

“You don’t strike me as the type that would pout, Rhianna,” he said with a grin, and part of her heart melted at the boyish charm he exuded.

Determined to harden her heart, she looked away and stared at the far wall. Scents of cinnamon, spicy meat, and warm bread filled the room, and her stomach growled in response. She had no idea how long it had been since she’d eaten, and she was starving. She was also determined to not take anything from them. Especially after what they’d done to her earlier. Just remembering it made her pussy ache and her eyes closed on a tired groan.

“If you don’t keep your strength up, you won’t be able to continue with the escape attempts.”

She snorted and turned to snarl at him. “Like you want me to keep trying.”

“Actually,” he purred as he sat on the side of the bed and placed the tray across her lap,

“I enjoy how spontaneous and thoroughly unpredictable you are. It’s refreshing.”

“Refreshing?” she snapped. She tried to ignore the food, but it became increasingly difficult. It smelled so good and she was so hungry. Would it hurt to eat some of it? After all, she did need to keep her strength up. She planned to run again at the first available opportunity.

“Yes,” he said, flashing her a smile full of even white teeth. “As you can imagine…” he began. Leaning forward, he picked up the fork and stabbed it into a piece of fruit. He placed it before her tight-lipped mouth. “I don’t have a lot of women who resist me. The chase is turning out to be quite fun.”

She stared at him, her mouth clamped closed.

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“Come on, beautiful. I like that little bit of meat on your bones. You’re curvy, fluffy, and quite a handful with those full breasts and hips.”

“I do not --” she stopped just as he slid the fork between her lips, surprising her.

She jerked away, her hand flying up to cover her mouth and wipe the little bit of juice that had dripped onto her chin. “Jerk,” she said around the bite as she chewed. “I’m not fluffy.”

The sweet taste of the fruit filled her mouth and she closed her eyes with a sigh, despite herself. When she opened them again, she found him watching her in fascination.

“What?” she growled. “Never seen a woman eat before?”

“Of course I have.” He shrugged and grabbed a piece of meat off her plate, plopping it into his mouth. “I’m just amazed at how you can turn chewing into something so damn sensual.”

“Let’s not go down that road again, okay?” she said warily as she grabbed the fork from his hand and began to dive into the food herself. If Jorel ate it, then it must be fine.

“I know you’re not a virgin,” he stated from out of nowhere and she stopped chewing to glance at him in surprise.

“No. I’m not. Does it bother you? That I’m soiled?” she asked snidely.

He snorted. “Normally, it would. But it doesn’t. You’re an exception, Rhianna. We must make allowances for you since you weren’t raised as a princess.” She rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you generous?”

He tilted his head and gave her a sideways grin. “You make my understanding sound like something terrible. Would you have preferred we flogged you for your lack of self-control?”

“Lack of self-control?” She gaped. “If I am your princess, then how was I to know to save myself for you?”

“You would have known that if your nanny hadn’t been killed.” With an unconcerned shrug, he again snatched food from her plate. She scowled and slapped at his hand, making him drop the bread he’d thought to steal. His gaze shot to hers in surprise, and then he laughed. A deep, strong laugh that made her stomach flutter. She tried to ignore her traitorous body and concentrate on her food, but Jorel continued to chuckle and watch her with unrestrained delight.

“I think my brother is already half in love with you.” Her head jerked up to stare at him in shock. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“He admitted it,” Jorel said with a nod. “Said he planned to keep you even if you aren’t the princess. As a courtesan, of course, because if you aren’t royalty that would be the best we could offer.”

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Anger knotted her stomach. Anger and fear. Surely he wasn’t serious. “You can’t just keep me,” she snapped. “I have a family, friends. A home. I would not agree to be your sexual plaything.”

“Even if we were really good at it?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Merriment twinkled in his gaze and some of her anger dissipated as she realized the jerk was teasing her. Or at least she hoped he was.

“How good you are at it makes no difference. You can’t keep a woman against her will.”

“What if we convinced you to stay?”

She finished chewing and took a deep breath to try to get her temper back under control, as well as her libido. This conversation trod dangerous ground, and she had a feeling he knew it. Jorel was gorgeous, with a natural sex appeal that made her body tingle whenever he came near. He had a strong, chiseled face, but Jorel had more laugh lines around his eyes then Keenas, which meant he smiled more.

Keenas had his own way about him that made her heart race.

He was confident, almost arrogant. She snorted. He wasn’t almost arrogant; he was arrogant. His chest was thicker than Jorel’s, although not by much. Keenas had a firmer look about him, almost harsh, but it took nothing away from his raw sexuality. If anything, it added to it.

“So what are you trying to say, Jorel? That you don’t believe I’m the princess and you’re trying to warm me up to the idea of being your and Keenas’s mistress?”

“No,” he said, and trailed his finger down the side of her arm.

Goose bumps rose along her flesh and she scowled, shooting him a look of warning, but Jorel only smiled, completely unconcerned about her silent demand.

“You are the princess, Rhianna, I have no doubt about that. When we get home, we will prove it to you, and you will take your place between us as our queen.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she whispered.

He appeared genuinely confused as he stared back at her. “Why would you not?”

“You’re thrusting an unfamiliar lifestyle on me. One I don’t remember and haven’t been prepared for. I’ve always wanted to marry someone I love. A man who would know me better than I know myself. Who will put me first, before anything else, and someone I can put first. I don’t know you and I certainly don’t love you.” Jorel sighed and pushed a stray curl behind her ear, surprising her with his tenderness.

“But you’re already married to us, little one. You’ve been married to us since you were a tiny baby. Accept it. This is your destiny.”

With that, he stood and left the room, leaving her alone with her jumbled thoughts.

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