The Power of Three
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The Power of Three
Copyright © 2012 by Jessica E. Subject
ISBN: 978-1-61333-337-2
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
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The Power of Three
The Edge Erotica Series
by
Jessica E. Subject
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Dedication
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To Lindsay. You know why
.
The Power of Three
Oscar groaned as Delayna rubbed her husband’s ass, her signature move in seducing him. Even though Bo feigned sleep, the man’s twitching foot gave him away. Next, she would reach around to grasp his cock, and Oscar held his breath in anticipation of the move.
As her hand rode up Bo’s shaft, Oscar closed his eyes, imagining her fingers tightening ever so gently on
him
. Just enough to amplify his need. She dragged her thumb up the vein on the underside of his dick.
Oh yeah
. And then back down.
If only
….
He didn’t have to worry about going hard; the body he occupied was already made of stone.
The gargoyle statues around Delayna’s house and yard provided several bodies for him to occupy. He moved in spirit from figure to figure, watching her every day, hoping to eventually feel her touch, and Bo’s, too. He watched from the headboard tonight, waiting for the day he’d finally be set free.
She didn’t waste any time with foreplay. No, she’d already fingered herself to orgasm before involving her husband. Even with her small frame, she managed to flip Bo onto his back. She draped her leg across him, straddling his waist, and then eased with a sigh onto his fully engorged pole. Swaying her hips, she ground against him.
“That’s it, Del. Ride me like a fuckin’ cowboy.”
Oh, to be in Bo’s place
. But tasting, savoring both of them would be even better. He yearned to stick his dick in someone’s empty mouth or ass. Flesh slapped against flesh. The musky scent of sex wafted into his nostrils, as if he was home with his own lovers.
Shit
! Even though he remained as stone, desire rushed through what was left of him, centering in his non-existent groin. He craved a real body so he could stroke himself, get off somehow, and release all his sexual frustration, built up since he’d been cursed to this form, to this place.
Delayna rode Bo harder and harder, making the headboard shake. The banging inched Oscar closer to the edge. The heart he no longer possessed sped up. What would happen if he fell off, broke? Would he return to his world, or would his life be over?
His stone feet teetered on the edge.
“Oh, God, Bo, I’m so close.”
He wanted to revel in her upcoming orgasm, to imagine her pussy squeezing his tool, but he worried too much about his own end. With one final thrust, the headboard slammed the wall and he tumbled off, hitting Bo’s forehead with a thwack then fell to the ground.
Fuck
!
Bo hollered, shoved Delayna off him then grabbed Oscar from the floor. “Goddammit. Now I’m going to have a goose egg from a fuckin’ gargoyle.”
Climbing off the bed, she reached for him, but Bo held him high in the air, out of her reach.
“I’m so sorry. Give him here, please.”
A mix of emotions washed across her face, ending with a frown. Was she worried about him or Bo? She reached up for him again, rubbing her sweaty, naked body against her husband’s bare chest.
Oscar forgot his predicament. He longed to be pressed between them, sucking on her perky tits or groping Bo’s big rod.
Just a little lower
.
“Listen, Del. I understand your obsession with the paranormal, but does this thing really need to be in the bedroom?”
Oscar’s heart raced, the man’s fingers achingly close to his stone cock. He needed out of the statue.
Now
.
“I don’t complain about the model airplanes all over the house, including this spaceship looking one that’s suspended above our bed, do I?” Stepping back, she settled her hands on her hips.
The view? Perfection.
“That Stealth Bomber is worth more than your silly statues and doesn’t cause concussions.”
She rolled her eyes and lunged, making her tits bounce. “Really, because I could’ve sworn you hit your head on it the other day when we were making the bed. Now, give him here, please.”
“You don’t care that this
thing
hurt me, do you?”
“Maybe he’s jealous that you were getting some and he wasn’t.”
Ain’t that the truth
.
Bo glared at her. “So not funny.”
Did she know he was really in there? Could she feel him watching her, wanting her?
Bo lowered him to her palm, but didn’t let go. “You and your creatures.”
She leaned forward and kissed the bump on his head, her breast rubbing across Oscar. “But you love me anyway.”
And then a loud crack filled the air. Light surrounded him and he was falling.
As if being sucked out of the stone, Oscar sprang from his prison and landed on the floor on hands and knees. Taking a deep, refreshing breath, he stood and stretched his arms high into the air in all his naked glory. Being confined to such a small space had left him stiff, and not in a good way.
Delayna gasped, glancing from him to the broken bits of stone on the carpet.
“What the hell?” Bo grabbed the bed sheet and draped it over his wife, knocking the gargoyle remnants in her hand onto the carpet. “Who the fuck are you, and how did you get here?”
He stumbled back. “I’m Oscar and I think, somehow, you both set me free.” The evil sorceress, Catalis, hadn’t bothered to explain how the curse worked, tossing him into this world and the stone figure before he’d had the chance to ask.
Delayna giggled as she eyed him from head to toe, her gaze sending electric sparks along his spine.
He winked at her. Now that he could move, he longed even more to touch every graceful curve.
Bo grabbed a phone. “I’m calling the cops.”
“No,” Oscar said as Delayna wrestled for the device. “Please, give me a chance to explain.” Bringing law enforcement into the situation would find him hauled off to jail as an intruder. He would never cause them any harm, his simple needs being pleasure and a way home.
“Yes, Bo, let him explain.”
When she returned her gaze to him, he noticed her resemblance to his Lianna on Wigbay. He’d never seen Delayna so close, on the same scale. The women shared the same dark, captivating eyes and full, kissable lips. Their breasts perky, plump, and a perfect fit for his large hands. Is that why Catalis had sent him there—to torture him with a woman who looked like his female mate? Bo reminded him of Lewis a bit, too. His heart and cock pulsed, and he yearned for his lovers and the couple before him.
“Fine. Explain to me why we have a strange man in our bedroom, with a hard-on that freaks me out since he’s staring at
me
.” Bo snatched a pillow and held it in front of him, blocking Oscar’s view. Even though Bo seemed uncomfortable with attention from another man, his dick seemed to have a mind of its own. Oscar could work with basic desire. It made him ache to experience this couple even more.
“I’m from Wigbay,” he stated. “I’m not sure how to explain where that is except to say, it’s in another dimension. I was sent here, trapped as a spirit inside your gargoyle statues when I refused to take on another female lover.”
On the day he’d been sucked away from his life partners, Catalis had arrived at his shared home, shouting curses and calling him out for not taking her as his mate. Against their advice, he left Lianna and Lewis on the love platform, anxious to dispose of their unwelcome visitor. But she had other ideas.
When he met her outdoors, she waved her arms in wide circles, uttering an ancient chant. Her malicious words drew the air around them into a swirling mass. Without the combined power of his mates, he was weak to stop her. Catalis used an energy field to bind him then tossed him into the center of the twister. Lianna and Lewis raced out the door and launched themselves onto the sorceress, but they were too late.
“You were in our statues?”
Oscar blinked hard, returning his attention to his hosts.
Bo’s eyes grew wide, his face a mess of contradictory emotions.
“Another lover?” Delayna asked.
“I’ve been able to move amongst the gargoyles you own for the past year. It feels like forever since I’ve seen Lianna and Lewis—my mates, my lovers.” A wave of sorrow threatened to wash over him, but one glimpse of the sparkle in her eyes brought back his immediate need.
“You’ve been spying on us for a year?” Bo turned to his wife. “I don’t believe this shit about being trapped, but there could be hidden cameras in your statues. I swear, Delayna. I’m throwing every single one of them away as soon as we get this whackjob out of the house.”
“Please, Bo.” She whispered something in his ear and he smiled until he caught Oscar looking at him.
Bo stood up, letting the pillow fall to the floor. “Like what you see?”
He smiled, taking in the man’s full figure, each rippled muscle, his thick arms, legs, and luscious cock. “Oh, yeah.”
Delayna giggled again, tossing the sheet aside. She spun around as if eager for him to see all
she
had to offer.
Yet he already knew and was eager to sample.
Oh, to be sandwiched between these two
.
Bo scowled, but his betraying shaft stood up even straighter. “So, what the hell do we do now? How do we get you back to wherever-the-fuck you’re from?”
An idea formed in his mind, one that would leave him satisfied in so many ways. These two had set him free from his prison of stone gargoyles. Perhaps they could send him back to his sanctuary as well? “A ménage? It was your combined touch that unleashed me in the first place.”
Bo’s face turned red. With clenched fists, he stepped closer, his nostrils flared. “Get. Out.”
Delayna squeezed between them. If only they could move that position to the bed, against a wall, anywhere.
“Maybe…if he just watches…?” She chewed on her bottom lip, making him yearn for a taste. If her flavor matched her scent, he would sample cherries with every lap of his tongue.
Gods, let’s get started
.
Bo grabbed her shoulders. “You believe him?”
She nodded. “He appeared out of nowhere. You saw it, too.”
Glancing down at the crumbled statue, Bo sighed.
“It might be exciting to have someone watch us. You always like to try new things.” She stroked his pole then moved to the side, waving Oscar closer. “And maybe you could teach him some of your stellar moves.”
Oscar had been watching long enough to know
all
the man’s moves. He wanted to experience them for himself, sample every inch of their bodies, but saying so would most likely halt Bo’s evident arousal.