The Queen's Consorts (25 page)

The way Calder suggested bathing made it seem much more appealing than simply holding her back from her desires.
Warm, wet, and naked with them, perhaps with the slick slide of soap between their bodies as they kissed and touched.
Sari nodded eagerly. “Let’s bathe.”

* * * *

They couldn’t get enough of each other, even while trying to manage the task of bathing. Sari found herself straddled between the two men in the large, bubbling springs that were probably over warm judging by the steam billowing up around them, but she was too distracted to notice. This time she sat on Taryen’s lap, with his cock trapped between them as they kissed in hot, openmouthed desperation.

Calder ran soapy hands down her back, loving and caressing her. His lips drifted across her neck before he laved his tongue over the place where Taryen had sucked so hard earlier. He bit lightly as if trying to bring back the marks the waters healed.

“I want to be behind.” Calder smiled against her skin, and even without seeing Sari could tell it was devious. “I want to feel your tight little ass wrapped around me.”

He slipped his hand down to prove his point, pushing his finger against her hole in a way that made her jump.

“Cal.” Taryen gave a half moan, half bark of complaint. “She’s not for your pleasure.”

“Gods, I know.” Calder rested his cheek against the top of her head, his finger still pushing in, stretching her just a little. “But fuck, it feels like she is.”

“No, it’s all right. I want it too.” Sari let all the tension fall out of her as she leaned back against him in welcome. She’d seen enough sex at the Order to know a woman could take two men easily if she was relaxed and turned on. It was how the gods designed them, after all. “If I’m going to die for it, I want to know what it’s like to have both of you. I want to feel like a queen tonight.”

“That’s all we want, Sari.” Calder worked on stretching her a little at a time, aided largely by the healing waters that seemed to make everything easier. “You are our queen. If you hear nothing else from us tonight, hear that. Know it while
we’re loving
you like this.”

She moaned as he pushed in deeper. It was so foreign. Such a dark and different sensation, but it caused a hot flash of anticipation to slam into her. It wasn’t the first time she’d experienced it, but it was the first time she allowed herself to enjoy it.

There wasn’t a huge rush for the joining. All three of them were content just to be together, naked, touching and feeling each other. The herb made her skin hypersensitive, and every brush of fingers or press of lips was
it’s
own erotic experience. Sari liked the way the gold balls felt as Taryen slipped his tongue into her mouth over and over. She kept going back for more as she got lost in kissing him while Calder touched and teased.

They didn’t break apart until Calder grabbed Taryen‘s left hand and sucked on his ring finger, taking it down to the base until the balls in his tongue were rubbing against the ring he wore. Taryen grunted, arching his hips, making it obvious all the Tourillan gold he wore was responding.

Sari
really
needed to get herself some of those rings.

But then Taryen leaned down to suck on one of her nipples, as if Calder’s ministrations had reminded him. Now both of them were warm and vibrating as they shifted against each other. Calder tugged her head back, putting her breasts on display, and Taryen worshipped them obediently. Sari blinked past the passion, seeing Calder over her, watching them with a dark, predatory look in his eyes.

He hadn’t forgotten about her ass. At some point he had worked a second finger into her, and he was stretching her in way that had her pushing back against his hand for more. Something about the drugs had her longing to be filled. Without it she felt so lost.
So empty.
So very alone.
It had been her life for so long, but all of a sudden it was more than she could bear.

Maybe it wasn’t the drugs.

Perhaps it was just Taryen and Calder who made her dream those dreams orphans weren’t supposed to dream…especially with consorts who were meant for a queen.

When Calder released her hair, Sari fell forward and then buried her face against the curve of Taryen’s neck, hiding there. Taryen wrapped his arms around her as if reading her thoughts. She wanted to be wrapped up in them forever, to stay in these hidden chambers with these two amazing, courageous men and hide from a world that had been cruel to all three of them.

She kissed his neck and angled her body over him, brushing her pussy against his cock, which was hard for her again despite having come twice already. “Take me.”

Taryen did it without hesitating, and she didn’t know whose will it was that brought them together because somewhere along the way their wants and desires had become the same. She choked back a moan as he breached her, stretching her wide, filling her once more.

His head rested against the edge of the bubbling hot tub, showing her his corded neck as he enjoyed the sensation of her sliding down on him. She tightened her arms around him, getting lost in the feel of Taryen, and all the while Calder was still touching her, loosening her ass, kissing her as he started whispering soft endearments against the back of her neck.

“You look so beautiful together.” Calder thrust against her, letting her feel the solid length of him to prove his point. “I love watching him with you. Do you understand what I’m saying? I like watching someone else take him, and I never thought I’d say that and have it be true.”

“Thank you.” She moaned, pushing back against his fingers, wishing they were his cock because she needed both of them desperately. “Thank you for sharing him with me.”

“That’s what you don’t get. It’s me who should be thanking you.” Calder’s lips drifted over to the shell of her ear as he breathed against it. “Do you want both of us?”

“Gods, yes.”
She gasped when Taryen thrust up, making the bliss electric. “Please.”

“I need oil.”

Calder reached around them to where Taryen had placed essentials like towels and a bowl of grease before the three of them had hastily crawled into the tiled hot springs, but she couldn’t pay attention more than that. She and Taryen began moving together in earnest, their bodies melding and becoming one. They clung to each other, getting lost in the feeling of connecting again. Small, broken gasps of pleasure burst out of her, and she tucked her face back into the curve of his neck to hide from the assault that was all-encompassing. Taryen was moaning too, and Sari knew instinctively they were both close. They could find freedom together.

“Tell him to wait.” Calder’s fingers breached her again, this time more insistently, and something about the touch, hard, demanding, made Sari shudder with eagerness. “Do it, Sari.”

“Wait,” she choked out as she tightened her arms around Taryen. “Wait for him, Tary. Wait for both of us.”

Taryen’s body stiffened beneath her, as if being held on the very edge of pure ecstasy, and she couldn’t help but use that to her advantage, grinding herself over his cock, once, twice. She shuddered again, knowing she was close, but then Calder was leaning into her, wrapping strong arms around both of them as he pulled his fingers out of her and pushed in. Her mouth fell open from the feeling of Calder claiming her ass, leaving her wide open and full as he slowly filled her. If it weren’t for the healing waters, taking both of them might be painful, but as it was all she could feel was the slow stretch of being owned, completely loved,
surrounded
on all sides by strong arms and pure intentions.

“You feel so good.” Calder placed a kiss against her temple, groaning with the tortuously slow pace he was taking. “Fuck, you’re tight. It’s like dying.”

“I can feel you.” Taryen grabbed Calder’s arm, pulling him closer, making Sari gasp between them.
“Both of you.”

“Slow, Taryen,” Calder coaxed, though his voice choked with the denial. “This is the one thing they’ll never be able to take from us. Enjoy it.”

“Gods
be
blessed,” Taryen ground out in agreement. “It
is
like dying.”

Sari was panting, totally overcome by the sensations of having both of them take her at once. She couldn’t talk. She tossed her head against Calder’s shoulder in submission. She squeezed her eyes tight against the onslaught of pleasure that was swamping every sense she had.
The steam of the bubbling hot springs.
The enticing combination of Calder and Taryen together.
The aroma of exotic candles burning in every corner.
The feel of hot water and strong bodies pressed against her,
in her
.
The taste of sex still lingering on her tongue.
It was as if she was locked in time, allowing her to savor every aspect of that final push that buried Calder deep and left the three of them truly connected.

Then Taryen leaned forward and sucked on her neck, and everything compounded a thousandfold. She cried out from the bliss, and Calder and Taryen lost their grip on reality too.

Calder started moving, urging all three of them to reach for completion. Then he slipped a hand between their straining bodies and rubbed Sari’s throbbing clit.

Every slide in and out had Sari climbing to a precipice so cataclysmic she wouldn’t have been able to conceive of it until that moment. Each small bit of friction made the tension wind tighter and tighter, pushing her frantically toward the ultimate high.

The drugs.
Their connection.
Taryen’s magic.

It collided together and reduced the three of them to carnal beings completely consumed with each other. The sounds of pleasure became harder, uncontrolled,
purely
animalistic as Sari got closer to falling off a cliff that was more than just an end. This wasn’t death. It was a rebirth, and Sari needed it desperately.

Once they got started, the men pulled back and allowed Sari to set the pace as she shifted and moved between them, getting off on both their cocks.
On Calder’s touch.
On Taryen’s lips still sucking hard and fast on her neck, forcing her to feel his pleasure too, letting her really know what it felt like for Taryen to be there for both the people he was created to love and worship.
To finally have Sari close to please and protect with his life, his blood, his muscle and strength.
But more than that, Calder was with them too. She could feel him as clearly as Taryen. She was in his thoughts, experiencing the mind-blowing ecstasy of being deep inside his queen, of holding the two people he loved more than anything so close, of knowing for the moment they were all safe and together and
nothing
was going to hurt them. Not if he had anything to do with it.

It brought her so unbelievably close to them, and in that moment, Sari knew she would move mountains and end worlds to keep them safe and protected from the horrible pain their lives had inflicted on them.

If their enemies could have been in their minds as they finally came together after so long apart, their souls and bodies melding to the point that it was all one hope, one dream, one rising tide of pleasure, those who opposed them would have laid down their swords and run the other way.

With the shock of a tsunami, the climax crashed over Sari, making her cry out from the intensity of it, and they were all so connected she dragged Taryen and Calder down into the abyss. Their pleasures slammed into each other along the way, making it an explosion of bliss that was humbling as it washed over them in wave after wave. All they could do was hold on and ride out the storm. Sari’s nails dug into Taryen’s back. Calder’s arms tightened around them. Their bodies shuddered and pulsed at the same time, because even their pleasure shared a rhythm.

But it never fully waned, it just eased enough for Sari to drag her nails down Taryen’s back and beg, “I need it again. Don’t leave me. Not yet.”

“Not ever,” Calder finished for her, pushing in hard rather than pulling away. “I’m going to fuck both of you over and over until we pass out from it. I promise this night will be worth dying for.”

Taryen released his hold on Sari’s neck, only to reach out for Calder. He jerked Calder’s head forward and leaned past Sari to suck on his pulse point. At the same time he grabbed Sari’s wrist, sweeping his thumb over it, finally showing her how he’d managed to connect the three of them as he pushed Calder into her bloodstream once more. Suddenly they didn’t need words. They were together on a much deeper level, and they planned to stay that way for as long as possible.

Macro knew he should have found a better hiding place.

He’d said more than a few fleeting prayers for them as he and Haven dragged Kayla outside the walls of the Sacred City that were created to protect her as one of the queen’s sisters but, more often than not, had done nothing but hurt her.

Now Macro realized he should have said a few more prayers for himself and those he served with his body as well as his loyalty. Taryen and Calder had the will of the gods on their side in protecting their female. Who did Haven and Macro have?

No one.
Even their families were against them.

Macro was trapped in that horrible place between an herbal high and a crash as the aftereffects of their night made his body sluggish. When the door to their room burst open, he could only blink at the surge of soldiers storming in. Knowing he’d been betrayed, the captain side of his brain bristled as the names and histories of each of their faces flashed at him.

The other, much more primal side forced his body to jump out of bed despite the sickening rush of nausea that hit him. He squinted against the brilliant light that shone in past the windows they’d forgotten to close the night before. Stark naked, he lunged for his sword, which fortunately he had the forethought to rest next to the bed. He held it out on the defense, hoping to hide how truly lethargic and disorientated he actually was.

“We have greater numbers, Captain,” Artland, a second lieutenant who’d served under Macro for ten cycles, told him calmly. “You cannot win, and believe it or not, we don’t want to hurt you or Haven. Lay down your weapon.”