More than Truth (Arcane Crossbreeds) (35 page)

She pulled on his hands, leading him into the shower, where Tag watched them silently, understanding without words. “Then don’t leave.”

Vin framed her face with his hands, pushing her wet hair back. “I brought all of this down on you. I want to give you the space you need to work through it. I want to give you everything you need.”

“I need you, both of you. I need what we are together.” Brit drew in a deep breath, and she let her eyes slide closed, the feel of Tag’s fingers massaging in her fragrant shampoo, drawing the last of the tension from her. Opening her eyes, she stared straight into Vin’s, held his gaze and opened herself to him so he could feel her, so there wouldn’t be any more doubts. “I thought what I felt for you would make me too weak to do what I know I have to, but now I know that I can’t do it without you.”

Vin hauled her to him and buried his face in her neck, his big body trembling. And she was surrounded by them, in the heat of their love and their desire, and yes, their overprotectiveness. Sometimes they were overbearing, and sometimes—okay, most times—she would get frustrated and irate over it, but she understood they only did it because they needed to provide for and protect her.

The three of them washed each other in silence, hands slick with soap moving slowly over every dip and hollow, washing away the heaviness of the past. Tonight they would begin again, come together without misunderstandings and doubt and guilt. They dried each other, and Tag lifted her up in his arms and laid her on the cool, shimmery blue comforter that covered his huge bed.

He lay down on his side next to her and threaded his fingers through her hair, spreading it out on the quilt. “I always imagined you this way.” He ran his fingers over her jaw and down her neck. “I knew you would look beautiful on this bedspread the moment I saw it.”

Vin lay at the bottom of the bed, his lips brushing over her hip, smoothing his hand over the soft curve of her belly. He pressed openmouthed kisses over the flesh his hands explored, the wet heat of his tongue laving over her sending ripples of pleasure up her body to pebble her nipples.

“I never slept on it once without you,” Tag continued in that deep, husky voice that was just as seductive as Vin’s kisses. His fingers trailed over the swell of her breast, the tips lightly circling her aching nipples. Brit gasped and arched, running one hand over the soft stubble of his hair.

Vin blew a hot breath over the short hair of her pussy, his hand sliding beneath her knee to push it over and up. When he rolled to partially cover her, his chest imprisoned her other leg, and the feel of his mouth suckling hard at the skin of her inner thigh made her cry out. His tongue slowly lapped over the tiny ache he’d caused. She reached with her other hand to bury her fingers in his curls. “You’re so soft everywhere.”

“Everywhere,” Tag echoed, his lips tracing the skin around her nipple, his tongue circling the taut flesh.

A wash of wet heat flooded her pussy, and Vin’s chest rumbled against her pinned leg. He nuzzled the hair that shielded her lips, the tip of his tongue tracing the sensitive crease. He hummed in pleasure.

As though in sync, Tag drew her nipple deep into his mouth at the same time Vin stabbed his tongue into the depths of her pussy. Brit opened her mouth on a silent scream as pleasure tore through her, caught in the grip of a strong but brief orgasm that left her panting and feeling more on edge than before. She clenched her fist in Vin’s hair and tugged. He let her pull his head up, eyes meeting hers as he dragged his tongue slowly through her folds before giving up his treasure.

Brit throbbed. She ached. “I need you, Vin. Please.”

“Anything you need, love. We’ll give you everything.” He rolled to his back and pulled her atop him. He surged deeply into her with one smooth movement. He was thick and long, and she craved that feeling of fullness that took her breath away.

The bed dipped behind them. Tag knelt, straddling Vin’s legs, and reached out to grab her wrists, guiding her upright and pulling her arms around his neck. Imprisoning her wrists behind his head with one hand, he reached around her to tweak her nipples with the other. His mouth moved a wet trail down one arm and nuzzled into flesh behind her ear, pulling it into the suction of his mouth.

Beneath her, Vin gripped her waist in both hands, lifting her just enough that he could snap his hips, driving up into her. A shaft of pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain sliced through her as he continued to piston into her wet pussy, his green gaze devouring her body arched so helplessly in front of him. Tag shifted his hips forward until his throbbing erection pressed against her lower back. He anchored one of his arms securely around her waist, holding her steady for his brother’s frantic thrusts. Vin slid his hands in and rubbed his thumbs up and down either side of her clit as he slammed his hips up into hers.

“Please,” Brit cried out when pleasure tightened her body to the point where she knew she was going to snap. She knew she had to or she would burn up.

Tag brushed her hair from her face and cupped the back of her head, pulling her face to his so he could look into her eyes. “That’s it, baby, take everything you need from us. Let Vin give you everything we have.” His sipped at her mouth, drinking in her cries as his brother sent her over the edge. He didn’t give up her eyes, holding her gaze. It was incredibly intimate, making her more vulnerable than she’d ever thought she could be, looking into Tag’s green eyes and giving him the pleasure his brother drew from her. “So beautiful.”

Vin lifted his hips against her and rocked her over him, driving up into her twice more as he erupted, filling her with him. With them. When she went limp against him, Tag released her into his brother’s waiting arms. Brit sighed as Vin pulled her to his chest and kissed her lips. His green eyes were soft with satisfaction and something else. Anticipation.

“I want to watch your pleasure, love. To see it shine in those pretty blue eyes, and know that we’ve given you everything,” Vin whispered against her lips as Tag pulled her down and lifted her, positioning her with knees on either side of Vin’s thighs, ass in the air. Her body began to tingle with renewed life despite her lethargy of moments before.

Chest to chest, Vin continue to devour her lips, inhaling her little moans as Tag stroked his cock down the damp crevice of her pussy, rocking the hot tip over her sensitive clit. Tag placed openmouthed, wet kisses down her spine, and then he straightened behind her and trailed his hands up over the flesh still damp from his mouth, sending chills rising over her skin. He pressed his thumbs into the muscles on either side of her spine and stroked down until his hands spanned each cheek of her ass.

“I’ve dreamed of this ass,” Tag said in a ragged whisper, pulling her cheeks apart to draw the moisture from her pussy to the puckered opening he exposed. He stroked his thumbs over the sensitive flesh until Brit jerked and moaned into Vin’s mouth.

He spread her further open, fitting the wide tip of his cock to the tiny hole until the barest tip of him sank into her. Brit groaned and dropped her head to Vin’s shoulder at the burning sensation.

“Give me your eyes, love,” Vin whispered, and Brit looked up and was caught by the intensity of his gaze. He framed her face with his hands and looked deep as Tag slid into her with one hard surge.

“Oh God, Brit,” Tag groaned and spread her wider. She could feel his gaze there, watching his flesh part hers, the wet glide of him into her, back and forth. It scorched her, the knowledge that he watched and the feel of Vin noting every nuance of pleasure or pain that marked her expression. She felt vulnerable, open to them in ways she’d yet to experience. Brit trembled and fought the urge to retreat, to keep something of herself hidden—protected.

Vin kissed her lips, his eyes locked to hers. “No, love, stay with us. We need you as much as you need us.”

The heat of Tag’s chest blanketed her back, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. He surged hard into her, reaching around to rub the pulsing bud of her clit, and Brit felt herself break apart. She was flying, no earth and no sky, and the sensation should have been terrifying, but for once she felt sheltered. Even as Tag eased from her body, she felt strong arms curl around her, heard their soft words of love and comfort guiding her back.

“I love you, Britony.”

Brit blinked her eyes open. She could hear the steady beat of Vin’s heart beneath her cheek, feel the fading rumble of his voice. He stroked his fingers through her hair. “There is a lot about my past that I’m not particularly proud of. The truth of what I’ve done is hard to accept. Even for me.”

Pushing up from his chest, she looked at him, frowning at his somber expression. Tag sat on the edge of the bed, watching her as though they expected her to turn away from them.

“But if making different choices meant I wouldn’t have you here with me like this right now”—Vin smoothed his hand down her hair—“then I wouldn’t change a single thing.” His gaze was guarded.

Brit leaned in and laid her hand on his cheek, bristly from more than a day’s growth. “I see more than your truths, Vin. It was never about your past. It was about mine.” Tag reached out for her hand, intertwining their fingers. She clung to the solid feel of him. “I feel as though I have so much left undone, so many people that depend on me for their lives.” Katya and her unborn child. Her sister. All those innocent women. Brit closed her eyes and inhaled, letting their strength surround her. “After my parents’ deaths, I never wanted to get emotionally attached to another person, afraid of what I could be made to do, but I’m so tired of handling this on my own.”

“You’re not alone, baby.” Tag slid into bed and pulled her between him and Vin. She laid her head on his shoulder, feeling Vin curl behind her, his fingers sifting through her hair. Her eyes felt heavy, their warmth seeping into her.

“The truth is you never were,” Tag murmured against her forehead. “We were always here, loving you, supporting you, whether you wanted us or not.”

A faint smile curled her lips as she drifted off. “Neanderthals.”

Loose Id Titles by Amanda Vyne

The ARCANE CROSSBREEDS Series

More than Blood

More than Truth

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Amanda Vyne

Amanda Vyne has been a high school history teacher, a sailor, a secretary, a maid at a seaside resort, an emergency room assistant, a telemarketer, a nuclear laundress
(someone
has to clean the radioactive clothing), a waitress (the worst one ever), and the list continues. You never know what trouble she could be hatching up tomorrow. Her mind is in the clouds and her spirit longs for mountains and dreams of the ocean but her heart truly belongs in the small Midwestern town where her feet are firmly planted amongst the corn with two crafty kids, one very tolerant husband, and a half pint dog that is probably chewing up another pair of her shoes right now.

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