Hunting the Jackal (6 page)

He scooped her up without a word, carrying her back to the bedroom. She giggled, and the sound sent crazy quivers through his chest. “I should have said that on the way over here. I could have gotten a free ride.”

Alarm swept through him as he tightened his hold on her. “Are you okay? You didn’t stub your toe or cut your feet on a rock, did you?”

She giggled again, softer this time. “No, I’m fine. You can put me down with no worries.”

He did, heat stinging his ears. For some reason, this moment, this time with her made him as nervous as his first time with a woman. Not how he wanted to feel as he seduced her into agreeing to be theirs forever.

She reached behind her to untie her dress, but he stopped her. “Let me,” he whispered.

A blush darkened her cheeks as she nodded. He stepped behind her. A soft moan rewarded him as he pressed kisses to the nape of her neck. The desire that roared through him earlier tempered into something softer, deeper. Permanent.

“I’m no good with pretty words, Amarie,” he said against her ear. “But I can show you what I think, how I feel. Will you let me do that?”

Her head fell back against his shoulder, exposing the column of her throat as she swallowed. “Please.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Amarie held her breath as Kurik slowly pulled at the wide sash that flattened her midsection and lifted her breasts in a generous display, loosening the dress. Stroking his fingers up her back, he caressed her shoulders, pushing the straps down her arms. With her senses on full alert, she was hyperaware of the slide of the fabric down her back to pool at her waist, leaving her upper half completely bare to him. A small sound of approval hummed from his throat as his lips grazed each ridge of her spine with scorching heat.

Kurik was different somehow. She didn’t know how to explain it, not really, or what happened to uncover this new facet to him. He had always been quietly intense and protective, but this, coupled with such attentive focus, was so much more.

He knelt behind her, his hands pushing her dress down her hips and to the floor so she could step out of it. Now she stood completely nude, her only adornment the golden Anubis head pendant all clan members wore. Imbued with magic, the talisman was the only thing that survived their shifts.

“I wondered if you wore panties,” Kurik whispered against her bare skin. “I’m glad I didn’t know the answer before now.”

Her belly clenched at the husky sound of his voice. “Why?” she finally asked.

His fingers traced over her skin from the small of her back to her buttocks to the backs of her knees then back again. “Because I probably would have followed you down the aisle, my tongue hanging out like a jackal lost and thirsty in the desert.”

He nipped the curve of her buttocks, teeth lightly grazing one side then the other before licking the sting away. Moisture dampened her thighs in response. “I definitely would have slung you over my shoulder as soon as the ceremony was over. You would have missed all that hobnobbing and people watching.”

She shivered as he bit her again, desire pooling low in her belly. “I fully expect to be carried away next time.”

He turned her around to face him, a sensual smile tugging at his lips. “How about right now?” he asked, pressing his thumb into her curls.

She was already wet for him, hungry for him, automatically widening her stance to give him more access. “Now feels good.”

“Good? I can do better than that.” He pulled her forward, his hands splaying across her thighs, thumbs holding her outer lips open. The first press of his mouth to the passion-slicked folds of her sex had her moaning loudly, fingers clutching at his shoulders as her body surged for him.

Then she was falling, guided down by his strength and his expert touch to land on her back on the bed. He pushed forward, bracing her thighs apart, stroking her deeply with his tongue. She moaned her approval, leaning back as he began to plunder her folds. He made love to her with his tongue, spearing her repeatedly, driving her higher, hurtling her toward a precipice she wasn’t sure she wanted to summit.

She writhed on the bed, swept up in the sensual torture. When he added his fingers to deftly stroke her inner folds as he continued to lave her clit with his tongue, she cried out, the sensation almost overwhelming. Passion ramped up even higher as his tongue circled the little knot of nerves. Kurik played her with an expert’s touch, knowing when to slow if she danced to close to the edge.

“Kurik...” She panted his name, begging him to stop, to never stop, to hold her back and push her over. When he pulled his drenched fingers free of her body she whimpered with relief and groaned in disappointment.

Then she felt the blunt press of his forefinger further down against the dark rosette in the cleft of her buttocks. She tensed in uncertainty. Neither man had gone there with her before, but in her darkest fantasies she lay between them, crying out in ecstasy as both men simultaneously filled her. She wanted that to become a reality. She just didn’t know if she could handle that reality.

Kurik soothed her as he coated her nether opening with her own lubrication. “You need to be ready, sweetness,” he told her, his voice rough with his own unspent passion. “When Rashon comes home, we’re going to want you between us, taking both of us. I want to make sure you don’t feel anything but pleasure.”

The tip of his finger breached her, surprising her with a lack of pain. She did feel full though, but not uncomfortably so. Kurik renewed his sensual assault on her channel as he pushed gently, giving her time to become accustomed to this new invasion.

Desire pummeled her senses. Shameless, overcome, drowning in the onslaught, Amarie lifted her hips, hoisting herself onto his mouth and his hand. Two fingers were now inside her rear passage, teasing the sensitive flesh, pushing her higher.

Kurik raised his eyes, his eyes glittering at her. “Are you ready to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” she cried, pounding the mattress with her fists. “Yes, dammit!”

Damn the man, he actually laughed at her predicament. Laughed! But then he bent his head, and she broke off a curse as his fingers thrust inside her, as his tongue slid into her in a mirror of his fingers’ movements.

This time, reaching the peak was inevitable. She could feel the force of her orgasm boiling up within her, stronger than any she’d felt before. All she could do was plant her feet on Kurik’s broad shoulders as he suckled her clit. She screamed as orgasm hit with the intensity of a lightning strike, scorching across her nerve endings, burning away everything but ecstasy.

She lay nearly insensate, distantly aware of Kurik moving around her. It was only when he lifted her to settle her in the center of the large bed that she opened her eyes to discover that he’d stripped out of his clothes. She watched through hooded eyes as he climbed into bed, his big body covering hers.

For a long moment, he stared down at her as if trying to discern the mysteries of the ages in her eyes. The gravity of his expression seized her heart. She searched for words, some phrase of assurance, but nothing came to her. Instead she reached up, running her hands up his arms to his shoulders and then to cup his jaw.

His lashes, so dark in contrast to his red hair, swept down to hide the light in his eyes. Wordlessly, he braced himself on his forearms as he fit himself to her, coating the blunt head of his cock with the slick moisture between her thighs. The first slow push was almost too much, despite her having come hard moments before. She wrapped her legs around him, settling him fully against her, opening herself completely to him. Slowly—oh, so blessedly slowly—he entered her, breaching her, stretching her, making her his.

Passion, so recently sated, rose again. She didn’t want to focus on herself, though. Instead, she wanted to give him even half of the pleasure he’d given her. Wanted him to abandon himself in the moment, seek his own release.

She rocked against him, relishing the feel of him buried to the root deep inside her. He groaned as he moved, gliding in and out. Then he stilled above her. She dragged her eyes open, her breath catching as his golden-eyed gaze claimed hers. Was something wrong?

She tried to move against him, but he settled his weight against her, immobilizing her, his strength holding her in a gentle yet implacable grip. “Kurik?”

“I know you want this.” His voice was low and guttural as he spoke. He shifted against her, dragging his thick length across her sensitive core. “I know you need this. But do you want me? Do you want us?”

The blunt questions blew through the haze of passion surrounding her. Amarie gazed up at him, clearly seeing the yearning in his eyes. Her heart melted as she realized every doubt, every bit of uncertainty she’d felt over her relationship with Kurik and Rashon was now reflected back at her in his eyes.

Heated desire eased, replaced with something deeper. This wasn’t about the sex, wasn’t about achieving the height of pleasure. This was way more important.

She cupped his cheek. “Yes, Kurik. I want this,” she told him, her voice thick with emotion. “I want us. I love you.”

He stared at her for a frozen moment, as if not understanding her words. Then he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes glowing brightly as he gave her an incandescent smile.

It was as if a brake had been released. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he began to drive into her, forceful thrusts that had the bed rocking. He circled with his hips and pleasure broke over her. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him close, kissing him with everything she had. Staring up at Kurik, she realized that what she’d thought was love before was a pale imitation of what she felt at that moment.

“Room for one more?”

They stilled, then looked up to see Rashon standing in the doorway, a hesitant smile on his face. “You know there’s always room for you,” Kurik said, rolling them until Amarie rose above him.

Remembering Kurik’s earlier words, she straightened and reached out a hand. “We need you, Rashon. There’s no one other than you.”

He quickly undressed then crossed to them, kneeling beside them on the bed. Sliding a hand down Amarie’s back, he gave her a long and thorough kiss, sweeping his tongue into her waiting mouth. Kurik jerked deep inside her, and she caught the satisfied smile that curved his lips.

It should have felt strange kissing one man while naked and impaled on another. It should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. Instead, it felt the best kind of right. It felt meant to be.

She watched as Rashon leaned over to kiss Kurik. Heat flooded her once again as she watched them. They were a study in contrasts, Kurik brawny, red-haired and golden where Rashon was lean, raven-haired and coppery. The action-oriented warrior and the consummate communicator. Together, though... together they were magnificent. They were hers.

She pressed her breasts to Kurik’s chest as the men ended their kiss. Moving together. she and Kurik reached out, kissing Rashon’s hardened flesh. She copied Kurik’s actions, learning what gave Rashon the greatest pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the head while Kurik licked down the shaft. Kissing up the shaft to tangle her mouth with Kurik’s at the head. Laving Rashon’s balls as Kurik took him deep. All the while, Kurik continued the gentle shallow strokes in and out of her.

With a shudder, Rashon pulled back. “Ah, I missed you guys. All I could think about was getting home to both of you. Being inside you. Amarie, will you let me?”

“Yes,” she answered, responding to the raw need in Rashon’s voice. “Oh yes, please.”

Rashon reached into the nightstand and retrieved a small bottle. Kurik’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her buttocks to hold her apart as Rashon knelt behind them. She shivered as cool gel slid into her cleft, followed by Rashon’s fingers. One finger slipped inside. The sensation of fullness returned, amplified by Kurik’s cock buried deep inside her sex.

Kurik kissed her, distracting her as he’d no doubt intended. Two fingers were in her bottom now, Rashon whispering soft words of encouragement as he readied her, fingers stroking in and out.

Warmth spread through her, and she pushed back against Rashon’s fingers, rocked forward onto Kurik’s shaft. Excitement rose at the knowledge that her most secret fantasy was finally coming true. She relaxed into Kurik’s kisses, relaxed in the knowledge that these two men cared only for pleasing her, not hurting her.

Rashon removed his fingers, and Amarie held her breath, waiting for the blunt press of his invasion. He wasn’t as thick as Kurik, but he had the length. Could they truly both fit inside her?

“It may hurt a bit at the start, love,” Rashon told her. “It should pass, but if it doesn’t, let me know and we’ll stop.”

She didn’t want him to stop. This was an important part of their lovemaking. If she wanted to be with them, then she needed to
be
with them in every possible pleasurable way. The smooth head of his cock pressed against her rear opening. She tensed, then immediately forced herself to relax.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I’m good, it’s just—” She groaned as a slight burn signaled the head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

“Amarie?” Kurik growled beneath her.

“Good,” she managed to say as Rashon slid deeper. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” Rashon huffed behind her, his heat burning her back. He draped himself over her, and she could feel the crisp hairs at the base of his cock. She had taken all of him, all of both of them.

All three groaned in unison, savoring the moment of complete union. “Amarie, that feels incredible,” Rashon breathed, pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

“Gods, yes,” Kurik agreed, flexing against her in a show of strength. “I can feel you. I can feel him through you.”

Rashon slowly withdrew, almost to the tip, then just as slowly returned, sinking into her inch by inch, giving her body time to accept the dual invasion, to welcome it. She mewled at the eye-rolling pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on both men.

Ragged groans filled the air. Kurik braced his feet on the mattress, his hips lifting off the bed. The angle settled her deeper onto his cock, giving Rashon leverage to surge against her. The men quickly found the perfect rhythm, sliding into her, sliding against each other with only a thin, super-sensitive barrier between them.

Magic rose around them, electrifying her senses. She was sobbing now, pleasure stealing words, caught up in the greatest ecstasy she’d ever felt. She could feel them thickening inside her, feel them moving closer to the edge, their movements less smooth, harsh breathing mingling on her skin.

A series of small quakes rocked her senses, a minute chain reaction barreling toward a monumental release. Driven by magic or instinct, both men sank their teeth into her neck, one on each side of her throat. Screaming, she fell apart.

Kurik came with a roar, golden eyes sun-bright, his entire body tensing with the force of his orgasm. Rashon immediately joined them, crying out wordlessly as he filled her. Golden-white magic flared, blinding as it rolled through her, through the men. Connecting, blending, binding.

Helpless, she opened herself to the flow, allowing it to wash over her, obliterating everything but her connection to her men.