Oracles' Light [PUP Squad Alpha 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Any news from the pixie side of the problem?”

Dyson shook his head slightly. “Emmallina knows her daughter was taking orders from Victoria, but the woman isn’t known to her and is not part of the PLA. We need to find out who she is and how she managed to order hits that went against official PLA business and bypassed the pixie king’s approval.”

Kristen nodded slowly. It seemed strange that after so many weeks of partial information, and only being told what she needed to know when she needed to know it, that Dyson would suddenly be filling in the blanks now. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because, sweetheart, I want you to understand why I have to leave.”

“You’re what?” she screeched in a tone of voice she would swear had never once left her mouth before. Dyson slid farther onto the bed and pulled her into his embrace, but this time she couldn’t relax against him.

“I’m our best chance to find out why Jason did this. It’s doubtful he’ll try to contact anyone else from PUP Squad Alpha. But if he thinks he can trust me, if he thinks I believe whatever it is he believes, then we might be able to figure out what the fuck…sorry…what the heck is going on before someone else dies.”

“But I don’t want you to go.”

“Believe me, this is one assignment I’d be happy to pass on. I’d much rather be here with you, but I can’t ignore the fact that I have a chance to figure this all out.”

She’d known all along that sooner or later Dyson and Angus would have to move on to other assignments—they couldn’t protect her forever. She’d just hoped she’d have more time with them. She nodded, trying to hide the tears that prickled at the back of her eyes.

“When do you leave?”

He smiled, leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, and whispered, “Not until Jason replies to my e-mail. I’ve got a suggestion or two on how we can fill the time.”

She kissed him, pouring all of her emotion into the contact, trying to imprint every moment with her men in her memory. She tried to remind herself that he’d come back to her. He said he loved her, but that insecure woman inside of her wondered how long she could hold his and Angus’s attention. She was plain-old ordinary human. Dyson and Angus were extraordinarily talented soldiers who did incredibly important work. Was it even fair of her to want to hold them close?

“You are definitely thinking too hard,” Dyson said as he broke the kiss. “Do I need to remind you how special you are to me and Angus?”

Her pussy clenched at the sensual threat. She was certain a therapist would have a field day with it, but somehow being spanked to climax by these men had—at least in her head—become a physical symbol of their love for her. Of course it helped that the orgasms were incredible and the sex afterward completely mind-blowing.

“Perhaps you need to remind me,” she said in a voice husky with her arousal.

“That can be arranged,” Dyson said with a laugh. He dragged her out from under the covers, arranged her facedown over his lap, and smacked her hard.

* * * *

Dyson really couldn’t explain why spanking Kristen seemed so natural, but even fully clothed his cock was steel-rod hard. He watched her closely as he peppered her soft skin with stinging little slaps. She flushed all over, her skin glowing with her arousal, the scent of her filling the room as her pussy clenched and released, her orgasm so incredibly close that he could almost feel it himself.

He eased off, willing to draw this out, willing to wait, willing to give Kristen everything she needed before slamming into her dripping pussy.

Kristen gripped his lower legs with her hands, her arms shaking violently as her body shook all over. He smacked her hard one last time. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

She did exactly what he asked, a low moan escaping her as she undulated against his legs. He pushed his thumb into her pussy, pushing deeper as her pussy walls fluttered around the invasion. As she finally relaxed, he pushed his slippery thumb against her anus. She jolted at the intimate touch but moaned when he pushed the digit inside. She was already clenching and releasing her anal muscles instinctively, dragging against him, begging with her body, when Angus handed him the lube.

“I love you, Kristen,” Dyson said as he squeezed lube onto her ass and worked it into her back passage, gently loosening the muscles. “Angus and I are going to show you how much.” He glanced at Angus, who nodded, apparently already anticipating what Dyson had in mind. He moved to sit at the end of the bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Dyson worked three fingers into Kristen’s ass, groaning as she began to shake again with her building orgasm. He fucked her gently for a few moments and then pulled his fingers away. She moaned so loudly in protest that he smacked her bottom one more time. “Behave, sweetheart, or I won’t let you ride Angus.”

She laughed softly. “I think Angus might want to have a say in that.”

“Very true,” Angus said as he reached over to grip Kristen’s hair. “Come here, baby.”

Dyson helped her to move over Angus’s cock, holding her up as she tried to slide down. She whimpered her need and sighed her approval when he finally let her lower onto Angus’s hard rod. Angus placed his hands on her ass, pushing her down, stuffing her with his cock, before spreading her ass cheeks in invitation.

Unable to resist the need coursing through him, Dyson moved quickly to get rid of his clothes, and then reached for the lube to slick up his cock.

* * * *

Kristen wanted to move, but Angus held her down, his big hands on her ass cheeks finally tipping her off to what they planned to do. She tried to hide it, but a nervous shiver worked through her system. Both of her men noticed. Dyson’s warm hands and Angus’s cool ones all caressed over her back and bottom in soothing, sweeping motions.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Angus said, “relax. We’ll never do anything to hurt you. Relax and let us take care of you.”

A cool hand slid between her body and Angus’s, unerringly finding her swollen clit and toying with it gently. She moaned, the shiver going through her this time having nothing to do with fear.

“Perfect,” Dyson said as he slid his slippery cock against the crease of her ass. She tensed slightly as she felt the head of his cock press against her anus, but Angus increased the pressure against her clit, completely distracting her from everything except her own need.

Dyson groaned as the head of his cock popped through the tight ring of muscle. “Holy shit, sweetheart, you feel absolutely amazing.” She wanted to push back against him, wanted to take him deeper, but he placed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her harder against Angus, holding her trapped as he worked his way deep into her back passage.

Finally, with both of her men inside her, thrust to the hilt, her pussy and ass throbbing around them, Kristen felt complete. This was where she belonged. This was the feeling of acceptance that she’d craved all her life. With her men surrounding her, she finally felt whole.

And then they started moving, and everything Kristen thought she knew about love and life was rewritten.

Dyson pulled out of her ass, slowly pushing back in as Angus pulled away. They moved slowly at first, getting their rhythm perfect, one in, one out, her ass or pussy always filled with cock, her men never leaving her empty.

But then Dyson stilled, his body shaking over her as he gripped her hips in his warm hands and pulled her back against him. “Goddess,” he murmured a moment before pushing her fully onto Angus’s cock, trapping her against him, and then thrusting harder and harder into her ass. The incredible feeling of holding Angus inside her while Dyson fucked her swirled through her mind, her pussy gripping and releasing, her ass throbbing in counterpoint.

“Come,” Dyson growled, moving faster, the heat, the speed, the friction of his possession tossing her over the edge and into orgasm.

Angus started moving under her, his cock barely leaving her pussy before slamming back in. Dyson slapped her ass, riding her harder as her orgasm went on and on. She screeched, the intensity of release burning through her, shaking her violently, throwing her mind into the abyss of pure pleasure.

She felt them both come, their jerking movements and low groans accompanied by their cocks throbbing inside her. Dyson leaned over her, pressing his weight against her momentarily as he placed a kiss at the back of her ear.

He ground his pelvis against her ass, the movement pushing her harder against Angus’s hand still trapped against her clit. She gasped, the unexpected orgasm spilling through her like hot lava poured into her veins. Over and over, heated waves flowed through her, bouncing back and then over her again, the ripples of her orgasm finally slowing to an incredible feeling of exhaustion, of love, and of belonging.

“I love you,” she whispered to both of them a moment before sleep claimed her.

Emmallina DeKardoin, former Queen of the Pixies and now a target for assassination, read the extract from Bethany’s journal over and over again. Oracles couldn’t predict the future. As an Oracle herself, Emmallina knew this to be a fact, but it didn’t explain the human woman’s uncanny insight into problems that she should have known nothing about. Bethany was supposed to have held the history of witches and warlocks, not information on how to cure a miniature pixie suffering drug-withdrawal symptoms.

But there it was, written in black and white, a direct translation from Bethany’s journal that not only warned of the fireweed addiction that had crept insidiously through the assassins working for the PLA, but also listed the cause, the delivery, the effects, and the cure. The most incredible part was that, unlike other parts of the partially decoded journal entries, this passage was neither vague nor difficult to interpret.

It detailed exactly how a witch or warlock could slip the effects of fireweed into a pixie’s DNA. It explained how even after several incinerations and recoveries why Emmallina’s daughter, Connistanterina, could be suffering from withdrawal symptoms of a drug that should have been burned out of her system. If she hadn’t been reduced to miniature size, they wouldn’t have been able to identify her addiction at all.

“Can I come in?” Dr. Eric Johansen asked in a quiet voice from the doorway.

Emmallina nodded and marveled yet again at the bear-shifter’s ability to make her feel somehow less frantic. Being the Oracle for humans and vampires, Emmallina had known of the pediatrician from his work with human children. His skills and bedside manner were impressive, but it was the man himself who seemed to exude some sort of calming influence over her. When Eric was in the room, she simply felt more hopeful that they’d find a way to save her daughter from dying.

“I just got the results back from the DNA tests. They confirm what Bethany’s journal told us. The effects of fireweed have very literally been written into your daughter’s DNA. We found the same markers on all of the other pixies that Ronan currently has in his care.”

“His care” was a very polite euphemism for “being held prisoner,” but considering the fact that Ronan Deeks, his protection teams, and the members of PUP Squad Alpha were working tirelessly to find a cure for pixies who’d tried to kill them, Emmallina was very grateful, no matter what label they gave it.

“If Bethany was right about the cause, could she also be right about the cure?”

“It’s hard to say,” Eric said with an apologetic smile. “I’ve never had to deal with a species that can recover from incineration before. The fact that you can rebuild healthy cells from the ashes of the old is simply astounding. Every scrap of research into DNA suggests that it’s not possible.” He reached for her hand, holding it in both of his in a gesture of comfort. She had so many memories of him doing this for human parents that they all blended together, but the outcome was still the same. With Dr. Eric Johansen working to save her daughter’s life, Emmallina didn’t feel quite so alone.

“Even if it will work, I doubt I’ll be able to contact my other daughters without tipping off the assassins to my location, and I don’t want to risk making them look like traitors. If my husband was capable of signing the assassination order against me after three centuries of marriage, I’m not sure he would hesitate when it came to his own offspring.”

“What about the way you contacted Jennifer? What did you call it? Dreamwalking?”

“My family doesn’t know that I have that skill. Even if I did enter their dreams, they are unlikely to believe that it’s anything more than their imagination.”

“So tell them something that only you could know, but that they can verify.” It sounded so simple, but if she knew anything about the man she married, it was that he could be a stubborn, disbelieving jackass when he chose. There was no guarantee he would believe anything he learned in a dream. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even bother to check the information she gave him. He would literally dismiss the dream as his own overactive imagination or perhaps guilty conscience.

She’d had long enough to think through why he would have signed an assassination order against her, and the only thing that made sense was that he was protecting his kingdom from civil war. If she’d been painted as a traitor to her people, he would have had no way of refusing to sign the order without causing serious unrest in the pixie community.