In Steam Powered Passion, Tori is given to a couple of pirates as insurance to save a ship. Malcolm and Sean deliberately attacked the ship in order to get their hands on her. Can each of them see past their personal expectations and accept a relationship steam-built for three?
In Steamed Up Memories, a daring woman tries to atone for past mistakes by putting herself in danger. Two airborne rebels are her only chance for survival and forgiveness. Will their love be enough to withstand the bitter memories that could tear them apart?
In Steam-Driven Seduction, Kassandra fled from Julien, but the time has come to face her fears. Miguel's passion still burns for Kassandra and Julien, and he hopes to build a future with them. Can the dominant trio set aside their natures to find a love that will span the skies and seas?
And in bonus book Magical Redemption, Dani O’Brien spends most of her life staring at the stars and has never allowed other people’s opinions to dictate her life. Twins Gavin and Maddoc McDryw alienated themselves from their clan after loving a woman who manipulated them. When negative forces threaten, can they trust in the magic of love to hold them together?
A Siren Erotic Romance
STEAM POWERED PASSION
Any moment, she was going to wake from this nightmare. Please let me wake up.
She watched in fascinated horror as the excess rope on the deck spiraled upwards. Following its path up, she saw the pirate ship for the first time as it hung in the air above them. Its underbelly had been whitewashed and somewhat resembled a very solid cloud hanging in the sky. She had heard of such incredible ships but never had the opportunity to board one. Of course, this was not how she hoped her maiden voyage would evolve.
The pirate behind her grabbed her wrists and crossed them over her chest, as if she was about to be laid in a coffin. For all she knew, that exactly was what her immediate future held.
His tanned arms wrapped around her and gave a slight reassuring squeeze. “Deep breath, Mrs. Trenton. Dinna look down.”
She felt a jerk, and then the world dropped away from her as they lifted up into the air. Fear clawed at her throat but for a moment. Despite his warning not to, she looked down at the smug face of her husband. So he’d thought he won? She arched her neck and spat at him. A useless act as the droplets blew away in the sea wind.
“Good girl.” The man who held her sounded proud of her defiance.
The captain looked up, and her chest tightened, robbing her of breath again. She had never seen a more intense looking man before. He didn’t have perfect features like Trenton. His features were stronger. A tanned face made of harsh angles, and yet he looked amused at the same time. It confused her until she realized that he looked directly at her legs and, therefore, directly up her skirt. Embarrassment surged through her as well as a feeling she had not experienced in a very long time. There was a distinct possibility she would not live long, and the short time she had left promised horrors she wasn’t willing to comprehend. Why in the name of god did she feel such excitement at the prospect of a man…a pirate looking at her bare legs?
Life on a ship being so different than on land, she often disregarded proper undergarments for a preference to comfort. Never did she think her unconventionality would be put on display for all and sundry.
“Sir, you will lower your eyes.” If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it, nor did he obey her demand.
The man holding her laughed, the low vibrations felt as they rumbled against her back. She looked up and watched the planking of the ship pass her eyes. Crustaceans and shells dotted the pitched wood as if his ship sailed both the water and air currents.
Renegade bits of hair blew against her face, tickling her nose. Her heart pounded a wild tempo in her chest as she watched the ship’s rail come into view. A deckhand waited for them and reached over, grabbing a hold of her harness.
“Watch your shins.” He pulled them over a narrow deck, which she stepped on as soon as they were lifted clear of the railing.
The anger and pain of Trenton’s betrayal dimmed now that she stood as a prisoner on a pirate ship. There were no guns pointed at her this time. Logical, since her only means of escape was a suicide jump to the seas below. Not a choice she would entertain at this point.
“What’s to become of me?”
“That’s for the captain to decide.”
“For the love of the gods, stop calling me Captain.”
“All right, Mal.” Tori grinned and caressed his length. A bead of moisture collected at the tip, and she remembered something she heard the maids discussing. I wonder if he would like it? Leaning over, she licked the tip of Mal’s cock.
“Holy fuck.” His body jerked upwards, and she jumped back, afraid she hurt him. “Do it again.”
Sean gripped Mal’s arms, holding them above his head, and Mal closed his eyes again. Feeling empowered, Tori licked him from base to tip, taking note of which areas he reacted more to. Trenton once forced her to take him in his mouth. She did it simply because she wanted him to leave so she could copy some information from a ledger. That experience filled her with disgust and loathing. Taking Mal into her mouth felt completely opposite. She enjoyed the way he bucked against her mouth and the velvety feel of his length.
“Relax your throat, Tori, and breathe through your nose. See how far you can sink down his length.”
She would have sworn Mal throbbed against her tongue as she slipped along his length. Following Sean’s advice helped her immensely. Mal bucked up against her mouth so she matched the rhythm of his hips. His reactions were intoxicating, and she had never felt so powerful. The captain…Mal was a large man in every way. To be able to assert a form of control over him made her feel like a goddess.
“You like that, don’t you, Tori?” Sean’s whispered words encouraged her to suck harder on Mal’s cock. “Can you tell how close he is to coming?”
“I…I’m not…” Mal’s words ended on a low moan preceding a shudder that made him quake under her.
“He won’t last long now, but I have an idea.”
“Where are you going, Sean?”
Tori knelt there and watched Sean strip off his clothes as he walked around the bed to where she knelt. His cock stood out, dark and flushed, from the dark blond curls that surrounded its base. He left his shirt on, but it hung unbuttoned, exposing the defined muscles of his chest, but covered his arms to the wrist.
“I think she deserves a reward for such good work.”
“What do you mean?” Sean didn’t answer her. Instead, he pushed her slightly at the shoulders. “Up on your hands and knees, sweetheart, and then I want you to go back to doing what you do so well.”
Tori did as Sean asked and found herself staring down at Mal’s engorged purple cock. A teardrop glistened at its tip, begging for her to lick it away. When she did, Mal’s hips arched up to her, and his hand rested on the top of her head.
She heard a soft smack. “Nope, you don’t get to touch her. I’ll take care of her.”
The weight of his hand left her head, and she smiled around his cock, sucking him down as deep as she could go. Sean’s hands rested on her ass, and for a moment, she was completely aware that her bare bottom and other delicates would be completely on display for him.
“Perhaps I should…” A warm tongue slipped through her folds, sucking lightly on the skin. Pleasure blasted through her, so acute it stole her breath. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, and Mal shuddered again.
“Tori, you concentrate on Mal. Don’t worry what I’m doing.”
Don’t worry? What kind of a joke is that?
Every time she dropped down on Mal’s erection, Sean swirled his tongue around her delicate folds. He awakened nerves she hadn’t known existed. A shiver tingled up her spine and along her limbs, and she felt another tremor wash over Mal. His hands came down hard on either side of the bed, gripping the sheets in his fingers. Fear rushed through Tori for a moment, but it quickly morphed into a shiver when she realized that Mal wasn’t about to hurt her.
She would have happily taken her time with her task. The faster she slid along Mal’s cock, the faster Sean’s tongue danced in her folds. She gripped Mal’s cock by the base and quickened the pace, sucking and licking every inch of him. Sean twirled around a particularly sensitive spot, and she moaned low in her throat.
STEAMED UP MEMORIES
The vibration of Tristan’s strong steps as he ran pounded through her body. She clutched tightly to his shoulder and buried her face in his neck. The solid pounding turned into a hollow banging as he sprinted up a ramp. Screams and gunshots faded away, replaced by the hollering of a crew getting their ship ready for battle. Silence descended around her as the angry noises muffled. She jerked at the sound of a loud explosion echoing outside the walls around her.
“It’s all right. We’re returning fire and didn’t sustain a direct hit.” Tristan’s voice soothed her ragged nerves. He’d stopped running but continued along at a brisk pace. “You can open your eyes now, mo stór.”
Yzzi slowly opened her eyes, blinking in order to focus. “Where am I?” They moved down a hallway. Stained wood trim lined the lower half of the walls. The upper half above the wainscoting looked to be metal. Tubes ran the length, occasionally disappearing through a small hole on one side of a doorway, only to reappear on the other side and continue on.
“Welcome aboard the Apollo.”
Yzzi had heard stories about this ship. Unlike her brothers-in-law’s ship, the Apollo traveled the air currents and could only land on solid ground. She had always wanted to board her for a flight. Despite the situation surrounding her arrival, she felt a small thrill course through her.
“May I see the engines?”
Tristan gave her the most incredulous look and then shook his head and looked back up. “No. You need rest and time to recover.”
“Ridiculous. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Fine.” He stopped and set her down on her feet. As soon as her bare feet hit the cold tiles that lined the floor, her knees buckled. All her sense of security fled, and the cold seeped through her entire body. She gripped wildly for the handrail but never had a chance to grab it. Her feet were swept out from under her, and a strong arm gripped her under the knees and around her lower back.
“I can walk!” she said, not that protesting mattered a bit to the man carrying her.
“Willful chit. You’d have landed on your pretty ass.”
She wanted to argue and not admit that he was right because acknowledging a weakness meant she wasn’t as strong as she believed. If she stopped believing in herself then she might as well curl up and dissolve into a sea of tears. Her conscience, which often sounded like her sister’s voice, reminded her of her lack of manners.
“Thank you for saving me from that place.” She expected Tristan to acknowledge her thanks, but what she didn’t expect was a kiss pressed against her forehead. Such a simple touch, but she felt its warmth spread over her like a caress.
“Do you know if anyone else escaped?” She hadn’t seen many others, but she heard their cries during her incarceration.
“We were hired to rescue one particular victim, but our goal was to help everyone escape. I have no reason to believe we weren’t successful.”
“Because you and Captain Liam never fail?”
Tristan brushed aside Liam’s kilt and dropped to his knees in front of him. Gripping his cock in one strong hand, he stroked Liam from root to tip. Tristan’s large hand felt hot against his skin. The movement sent a shiver along his body. He reached back and gripped the table edge he leaned against.
“I am yours, Liam. I pledged this to you long ago, and I still stand by my word.” Tristan leaned forward, engulfing the head of Liam’s cock in his mouth. The hot suction caused Liam’s hips to jerk involuntarily. Tristan took him deep into his throat and then slowly retreated. “I will fight by your side in defense of our family. I am yours as you are mine.” Tristan ended the vow by sucking Liam into the back of his throat. Hot, wet, and harder than a cylinder of granite, Liam gripped Tristan by the hair and jerked his hips. Tristan kept up the pressure, driving Liam closer and closer to losing his mind.
Liam felt Tristan nudge one leg, and he widened his stance for him. He gasped for air now, unable to draw enough in. Moans escaped his throat as his hips jerked in unconscious activity. A white hot sensation burned its way up his legs to his cock. Tristan had an uncanny ability to know when Liam drew close to finishing and could send him over the edge much too quickly.
“Stop it.” He gripped Tristan by the hair and pulled him off. In a practiced movement, Liam dropped his kilt and pushed Tristan over the table. He flicked open the buttons that ran down the front of his trousers, straining under the pressure of his hard cock. “I have to get you to wear a kilt more often. It makes this so much easier.”
“Why would I make it easier on you when I know you thrive on a challenge?”
Liam pulled the fabric down Tristan’s muscular legs and then slid his hands up to grip the tight globes of Tristan’s ass.
“Sweet mother of all, Liam.” Tristan kicked one leg free of his pants and then relaxed his stance, giving Liam the room he needed to kneel between Tristan’s legs. Scoring Tristan’s ass with his nails left lovely red lines on his skin and caused Tristan to jerk his hips forward. “Hold still.”
Pressing his thumbs into the tight muscle of Tristan’s ass, Liam exposed the sensitive rosebud with his tongue. A tortured moan escaped from Tristan, but Liam refused to be distracted. He licked the tight bud with long strokes, nipping at the sensitive skin behind his testicles.
“Blessed...sweet…mother…” Tristan shook under Liam’s hands.
He swirled his tongue against the puckered skin and felt a tremble echo under his fingers.
“Stay there. Don’t move.” Liam walked over to a drawer and retrieved a crystal vial from inside it. He popped the cork, and the scent of tropical oil and patchouli scented the air. He liberally covered his fingers as he returned to where Tristan bent over the table edge.
“Fuck, Liam, don’t tease like this.” Tristan’s voice shook slightly, and Liam laughed to himself. After all the years together, Tristan still had no patience.
“Mo cariad, always in a rush.” He stroked the crack of Tristan’s ass then pushed closer with his slippery fingers, pressing two then three past those tight rings of muscle. His own cock pulsed hard between his legs knowing what awaited him. He dribbled more oil down Tristan’s crack as he fingered his ass, making certain that tight hole became well-lubricated.
“Now, please, Liam.” Tristan pressed back counter to the stroke of Liam’s fingers.
Convinced he used enough oil, Liam stood and pressed his cock against the tight ring of muscles. Tristan took a shuddering breath, and the muscles relaxed, allowing Liam to slip within. Tristan’s body gripped his cock like a molten glove. The exquisite sensation radiated through his body as he pulled back and then slipped deeper within his lover. Tristan grunted and pressed backward, wanting Liam to bury his cock deep into him. Home. That is what this feels like. Liam reached around and wrapped his fingers around Tristan’s thick cock, stroking the velvety length to the same rhythm, matching his movements in his ass.
“Mother of all, Liam, if you keep this up, I’m not going to last.”
“Good.” Liam withdrew and then plunged deeper, faster. “I want to feel you tighten around me.” He ran his thumb over a tear of moisture perched on the tip of Tristan’s cock.
As Tristan looked over his shoulder, Liam lifted his thumb to his own lips and licked the drop off. Tristan reached back and gripped for him, pulling him forward. Liam gladly followed his unspoken request. He claimed his lover’s lips and pressed his tongue between his lips to dance with Tristan’s. It was a wild kiss, each fighting for more from the other.
Liam broke away first. Leaning back he slid his fingers down Tristan’s spine and around his hips, feeling the muscles shift under his caress. “I want you to hold me tight when you come, Tristan.” Liam arched his hips and pressed deep into Tristan’s ass. His entire world narrowed down to the two of them and the heat surrounding him. “Hold me tight, Tristan.” He flexed and drove deep again. “Never let me go.”
“Get the hell off my ship!” Kass pointed her pistol at the man who currently sat in the captain’s chair of the ship. Her chair.
It’d taken her years to finally make it through a day without thinking of him every moment. Now, he merely invaded her thoughts every other moment. Finding him here on her ship was more than she could handle. Especially after the raid she had just managed to get through.
She and the crew had been up before dawn to raid a slave den, which had gone all sorts of wrong. The original plan was for her to meet the Apollo, after she finished with raiding the slave den with the raid, and the ship’s crew was going to give her a lift out of there. A garrison of soldiers had separated her from the Apollo’s captain Liam, and his spouses, Tristan, and Yzzi. Those soldiers should’ve been protecting the people but instead had been placed there to protect the monetary interests of a crooked government.
“I’m afraid it would be a rather long drop.” Julien Kincaid nodded at the large window, drawing her attention to the fact that they’d already flown up and away from the city.
“Be sure to grab a pair of wings before you leave, or not. Either way is fine with me.”
Julien looked up at her for the first time, and it took everything she had not to lower her eyes under his intense violet gaze. “Still as defiant as ever, Kassandra?”
She gave him a tight-lipped smile and lowered the gun. It was pointless to stand there pointing it at him when he knew as well as she did that she wouldn’t pull the trigger. Not yet anyways. She matched his tone and placed a hand on her hip. “Still as arrogant as ever, Julien?”
His reaction wasn’t anything like she expected. He tilted his head back and laughed. A loud, robust sound that made her long to fling herself in his lap and feel his arms around her. She actually took a step forward, and then she forced herself to stop and turn away. She’d fought long and hard to quash any memories of their life together. All this time and it felt like she’d left him yesterday.
“What are you doing here, Julien? More importantly, where am I dropping you off?” Kass glanced around and realized she didn’t recognize any of the men in the room. The moment she’d entered Julien held her complete attention, which had always been her greatest weakness.
“My men?” Please let them still live. Julien was completely capable of killing anyone who got in his way. He didn’t have a taste for cold-blooded murder when she knew him, but that was a long time ago. She’d left the Aphrodite and her crew on the outskirts of town and flown in with the Apollo. No matter how talented the pilots were, having two large air ships in close proximity would be too dangerous.
“Kassandra, I’m shocked you would think I’m mercenary enough to kill your crew simply because they follow your orders.” He brushed off the arm of her chair. “They’re very loyal. The moment they learned that your survival depended on their obedience, they followed orders and removed themselves to my ship.”
He flicked his gaze down to where she gripped the pistol still holstered at her hip. His expression looked cold and furious when he looked back up. “Other than a couple bruised egos, they’re all fine.”
She’d been relieved when she saw the Aphrodite pause overtop of her and drop the emergency harness. She’d been trapped behind a barricade and knew a dozen soldiers were about to find her. Thankfully, someone destroyed the entrance to the alley and stopped the soldiers from entering. She’d been trapped, but only for as long as it took her to strap in and be lifted out of there.
“Julien, I don’t know why you have decided to lower yourself from your ivory tower, but I have no interest in anything you have to say.” Having him on this ship was too much of a temptation. She longed for the safety she’d felt in his arms, but she wanted someone who loved her as much as she loved him, and Julien wasn’t capable of that.
“You can hold your petty insults to start.” He glanced over at one of his men and nodded. “Since I’m now in command of this ship.” He leaned back in the chair and stretched his feet out in front of him. “I’d say I’m taking you wherever the hell I want.”
“You wouldn’t dare! Aphrodite is my ship, Julien.” She needed it. This ship allowed her to help those who couldn’t help themselves. She spent all her time raiding slave dens, attempting to rescue those who’d been captured and sold.
“I gave it to you as a wedding present.”
His low voice sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t be here with him right now. The memories she’d buried deep threatened to bubble up and leave her in a confused heap.
“So, to your point it is still mine.” She placed the pistol on the sideboard and started unbuckling the harness she was strapped into. She felt dirty and grungy and vainly wished that if she was to have this kind of face-off with this man, she could’ve been clean and dressed up. Clothing was her armor in more ways than one. “I don’t have time to play your games, Julien. Tell me which port to drop you off at and I’ll get you there safely.”
“I’m afraid, my dear, I’ve commandeered this ship for my own purposes. You will be going where I take you and closing your lovely mouth before I gag you.”
With practiced ease Kass pulled her second pistol out of her holster and pointed it at the man in the chair.
“Kassandra.” Julien’s voice sounded like two rocks grinding together.
She took pity on him and sucked the broad head of his cock between her lips. Miguel made quick work of the buckles that held her corset together, and the leather dropped to the floor. Her silk dress floated to the floor around her knees moments later.
With her lips wrapped around Julien’s cock she couldn’t see what Miguel was up to. As her clothes dropped away, one by one, she felt his hands on her skin. His hands weren’t as callused as Julien’s, but his fingers were strong as they rolled her nipples, creating a hot pulse in her breasts.
She relaxed her throat and took Julien to the very back, swirling her tongue as best she could around his length.
“Oh fuck, yes.” He groaned above her.
“Good girl.” Miguel cupped her breasts and then slid his hands downward. One hand gripped her waist as the other slid between her legs. He teased the delicate lips and slipped through the copious amounts of wet heat. “You’re dripping, mi corazón.” His fingers swirled and stroked over her clit. Kass shuddered with the intense blast of pleasure that light touch created.
“I wonder if I can make you orgasm before you make Julien?” Miguel whispered into her ear. “We need to level the playing field though.” There was a shuffling noise behind her, and then she felt her knees being pushed apart as Miguel slipped on his back between them. His hands gripped her hips and anchored her cunt over his mouth.
“He’ll have you creaming in no time, Kassandra.” Julien ran his fingers through her hair, spilling pins everywhere. “You have met your match.”
We’ll see about that. Kass sucked Julien to the back of her throat and cupped his balls with her fingers. She lightly scraped the sensitive orbs as she drew him back into the back of her mouth.
Miguel’s inquisitive tongue stroked her pussy lips, and Kassandra cried out around Julien’s length. The intensity of this moment almost swept her away. She’d understood the technicalities of why life with two men would be more intense and pleasurable. Yzzi always walked around with a glow and a smile, and at this moment Kass truly understood. It wasn’t simply the physical sensation. It was the sense of intimacy. Each of them was gaining pleasure by this moment.
Julien panted above her, one hand resting on the back of her head while he caressed her cheek and jaw with the other. “Kassandra, I’ve missed you.”
She swallowed around the tip of his cock at that moment. She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d missed Julien as well. Every other moment of every day her body ached to feel his touch, and now she knew he was drawing her in again. This time though, Miguel was on his side. She didn’t know what to think of the enigmatic man, but he was intensity personified, and she feared she could as easily fall in love with him as she had with Julien.
Julien’s cock twitched, and his fingers tightened on her hair. He tried to slow her movements but she refused to let him win. A tremor rippled through her body as Miguel pressed a finger up inside of her. The dual sensations on her pussy were destroying her concentration. Unable to stop herself, she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against Miguel’s mouth. He hummed his approval and she shuddered again as the vibrations tickled her clit.
“Take her over, Miguel. I want to feel her screaming around my cock.” Julien gasped for air as he tried to talk.
Miguel slid out from under her at that moment. Kass mourned the loss but knew that she would be able to shatter Julien’s control now. What she didn’t expect was to feel Miguel lifting her to her feet a moment later. She was bent at the waist, sucking on Julien’s length, when she felt Miguel’s cock pressing between her legs.
“Mi corazón, let me in, please. I need to feel you.”
She relaxed her stance and angled her pelvis. The broad head of Miguel’s cock pressed against her pussy entrance. He gripped her hips and entered her, a bold, brazen push into her body. She didn’t have time to adjust to his girth. Her muscles stretched almost to the point of pain at his invasion, but it only added to the sensation.
She gripped the base of Julien’s cock with her hand and gasped around it. “Oh, god. Too much.”
“You can take him, Kassandra. Let Miguel make you his.”
Miguel retreated and then pressed forward, igniting a burning inside of her that quickly raged into an inferno. Kass continued to minister to Julien’s cock, but her control had been stripped away. She was a creature of sensation.
The slap to the side of her ass was a surprise, but the shock jolted her system. The slight sting didn’t hurt but added to the riot of feeling rocketing through her. Miguel smacked her on the other side, and she cried out around Julien’s cock.
Julien’s trembled beneath her, and his cock spurted a bit with each slap she received. He was so close, but she wasn’t certain how to push him over that final line. Miguel stroked his hand down between her legs. Spearing his fingers between the swollen lips, he opened her, exposing her clit to the cool air. “Her cunt is getting a slap next, Julien. Her pretty little clit is begging for attention, and she’ll feel the sting until she comes all over my cock.”
Maddoc pulled a chair over and placed it right behind her legs. “Sit down, Dannika.” She dropped into the seat without looking, and he claimed that small yet definite sign of trust. Gavin glanced up at him, and he gave his brother a small shrug. He had no idea why she would react so strongly to a star chart.
She’d lied to Gavin when he asked her if the chart meant anything to her. The false answer vibrated in the air around them, but he didn’t push her too hard. There were things that sometimes took a while for the mind to believe. Twenty-four hours ago, that small lie would have infuriated him and fueled him believe that Dannika was here to deceive them. She was no witch out to destroy their family, and it was high time he admitted his own responsibility in his past.
Carrying around all that anger for the majority of the past century had been a thinly veiled attempt to ignore his stupidity. It was easier to blame Morgana for the many deaths in their clan, but he’d been the one thinking with his prick, showering the witch with everything she demanded regardless of the price his people and his soul had to pay Instead of standing up and accepting their part in it all, he’d convinced his brother to leave their home and strike out in the New World.
“Dannika, have you ever been to Scotland? Did you know that the stars are so clear and bright on a cloudless night that you can read by their light?”
“That sounds beautiful. Studying the stars through a telescope is wonderful, but it’s mostly math. I can’t remember the last time I looked up in the sky with my own eyes.”
Gavin rounded the table and squatted next to her chair, on the opposite side of Maddoc. “We’re going to take you there.” Gavin looked over at Maddoc, and he nodded his agreement. It was time to accept the past for what it was and stop hiding from the home he loved so much. Dannika’s trust in them was a new and fragile thing. He’d protect her until that faith and trust in them both grew strong enough to bind them.
“I’ll show you all the places that Maddoc lead that got us into trouble.”
“I somehow find that difficult to believe, Gavin. I might not have had any siblings, but my friends did and not one of them has ever stated that they were always the followers into mischief.
“But, I was.” Gavin slapped his hand over his heart as if her comment wounded him. “Maddoc was always the bad one.”
“A length of Campbell tartan, a bottle of mead, and Colleen McDonald,” Maddoc stated as he straightened. They were the details of a potential tryst Gavin had convinced him to join in on when they were hardly old enough to know what to do with a naked woman. That prank had almost landed him and his brother with their heads in a noose and their balls tied to running horses.
“No media evidence. It didn’t happen.” Gavin grinned as he lifted Dannika’s hand to his mouth. “Merely a footnote in a feud that had nothing to do with us…directly.”
“You started a feud?”
“That’s not a denial, Gavin.”
“Perhaps wearing another clan’s tartan while seducing the Laird’s niece wasn’t the best choice,”
“In Gavin’s defense, we had no idea that the Cambells and McDonalds were on the verge of war.”
Dannika looked up at Maddoc, and he searched her face for the truth. He hoped that she wouldn’t judge them too harshly for their mistakes. She’d said a couple times that she didn’t understand subtle facial expressions, but that didn’t prevent her from being an open book. She might be uncertain of the events unfolding around her, but there was hope and the soft burgeoning blossom of true love in her gaze, a gift so pure it struck a resounding cord in Maddoc’s own heart.
“I hope you like crawfish, Dannika.”
She blinked, confusion clouding her expression for a moment. “I do. Why?”
“Because, we have a traditional boil planned for tonight, and I feel like celebrating.”
“What’s the celebration?” Excitement and curiosity danced like an aura around her body, and Maddoc had a vision of her dancing naked with him and his brother amongst the heathered hills of their home.
“Your arrival into our lives, of course.” As Gavin moved around the table, Maddoc backed up a step, leading her with him. A breath later she was pressed between the two on them. Maddoc could feel her heartbeat even out, and the nervous anxiety that hovered around her faded away.
“Look at how wet you are.” Maddoc licked up her leg, swirling his tongue against her clit.
“I can’t see from this angle. I’d need a mirror.” The words shot out of Dani’s mouth, and she almost cringed at how it must have sounded.
“I’ll buy a dozen for you and hang them all over the room.” Gavin kissed the back of her neck. “Then you can watch everything we do to you and see how you affect us.”
Another long, hot lick and Dani arched her back and lifted her pussy higher, hoping that Maddoc would continue, but he stopped way too soon for her liking.
“Soon, baby.” Gavin pressed kisses down her spine and then nipped one ass cheek before hopping from the bed.
Dani felt a trickle of cool lube slide down the crack of her ass as she turned her head and watched Gavin strip off his pants. His cock bounced in front of him, hard and thick as the pants slipped from his hips. Dani licked her lips, and Gavin gripped his length, giving it a slow stroke. Watching Gavin stroke himself was enough of a distraction that she didn’t think of what Maddoc had been up. Until, she felt the teasing pressure at her rear entrance as he pressed what felt like a single finger into her.
“Keep relaxing, Dannika.” The pressure increased slightly, and she concentrated on keeping her breathing even. Maddoc pumped his fingers in and out of her, and she quickly relaxed further. The memory of what it felt like to be between them before flashed in her thoughts.
“I could come watching him finger fuck your ass like that.” Gavin squeezed the base of his cock, and Dani watched as a bead of moisture rose up in the slit.
“Come here.” She reached out for Gavin, and he came close enough for her to run her tongue over the liquid pearl. Dani loved the taste of her men and swirled her tongue around his length again, sucking him into her mouth.
“Not too much, Dani. I don’t want this to end too soon.
Sucking on Gavin’s cock was enough to keep her mind occupied as Maddoc prepared her ass. Feeling more lube trickle over her skin every time the pressure built, there wasn’t any pain, only anticipation and need. Her body felt like it was on fire when Maddoc and Gavin adjusted her.
“I need you.” Maddoc rolled her over and entered her with a swift thrust of his hips. The intensity of his gaze stole her breath. He looked like a man on a mission.
Pleasure exploded over her senses as Maddoc rolled his pelvis, fucking her with long strokes of his cock. Before she could get too used to this angle, he rolled them again so that she straddled his hips. Maddoc caught her legs and slid them up until her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his waist. She lifted her ass to compensate and pressed her breasts against Maddoc’s muscular chest.
“That’s right.” Maddoc wrapped his fingers around her breasts, teasing the nipples as Gavin moved in behind her.
She clenched her ass in anticipation, and Gavin swatted her on one cheek.
“No tightening up,” he ordered as he pressed his cock against her back entrance. With Maddoc already buried in her pussy, Gavin felt larger than ever. Her muscles burned with the exertion of taking on two men again. If she hadn’t already done this with them once and known everything fit, she’d be worried, but she knew that Maddoc had stretched her.
With both of them inside of her, she felt like everything was right with the world, like this is where she was meant to be. They moved slowly at first. Maddoc would ease out while Gavin pushed deeper, and then vice versa. It was magical the way they could make it so perfect. But quickly the need in her grew, and she found herself rocking her hips back and forth as they moved, wordlessly encouraging them to take her harder and faster. As if she’d spoken the words out loud, they quickened the pace.
Driving into her body, Dani moved with them, feeling the sheen of sweat break out over her body as she looked down into Maddoc’s eyes. He was gritting his teeth, his expression a violent splash of erotic wonder. She’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life.