Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Memories, indistinct except for the pulsing hedonism and the tender impressions of love, flooded back to Riley. This wasn’t her first time with Caiden. Like Soren, he preferred the dominant position. She knew he wasn’t going to let her do anything he didn’t want her to do. No matter how much she yearned to touch him, he would never surrender that control.

Not to her, anyway.

He would, however, surrender it to Soren. He would kneel at Soren’s feet and welcome Soren’s hard cock inside his mouth, swallowing the complete length until nothing remained.

Riley now had not one, but two men to dominate her in bed. And yet, she knew neither would hesitate to fulfill her slightest wish.

Caiden pushed her wrists down, the sand beneath the blanket moving easily to cradle them. Then he let go, and she understood she wasn’t to move her hands. Riley needed to hold something, so she grabbed for the blanket, squishing it in her fists.

He paused in nibbling just outside of her labia. “Good girl, Circe. Keep those hands exactly where I put them.”

With that, he clamped his mouth onto her pussy, sucking hard at much more flesh than she thought possible. The inferno of his mouth combined with the sharp pinch of the suction, stimulating her too fast to allow her to become used to it. She cried out, instinctively arching her back to dilute the sensation. Caiden paused his actions and pushed her back down, a warning with which she instantly complied.

His mouth never left her pussy. He sucked harder, grinding his tongue on the flesh surrounding her hole. The roughness and the slight pain reminded her of the way it felt to be stretched wide as Soren pounded into her. The exquisiteness of the feelings he generated bloomed, and her pussy no longer wanted to retreat. She thrust, pressing closer.

Caiden lifted his head. “That’s it, darling. I knew you’d like that. Give me your hands.”

Slowly, she lowered her hands, expecting the muscles in her shoulders to ache and protest. Since this was a dream, they did not. Caiden placed each of her hands under their respective knees. Now she held herself completely open to him. He sat back on his heels and raked his gaze over her offering.

“Beautiful, Circe. Simply gorgeous. See how your pussy weeps for me? It begs to be licked and sucked and fucked. You want that, darling, don’t you?”

Riley wished he would touch her. She wished he would at least caress her folds as he spoke. He did caress her folds, but he used only his eyes, and it didn’t count for much except to make her want him more.

She realized he waited for her answer. Hastily, she nodded. “Yes, Caiden, please. I wish you would call me Riley.”

He shook his head. The small movement conveyed a wealth of meaning. “That name is temporary. Circe is timeless. You, my love, are timeless. Soon, you will remember, and none of this nonsense will matter.”

Riley didn’t think her name constituted nonsense, but she didn’t want him to stop. An intuition tugged at the back of her mind, warning her to keep quiet. She wanted this from Caiden. She needed it. If he stopped now, a piece of her soul would tear away, and she might never know why she felt such love for this man.

Sensing her acceptance, he traced her folds with one finger. One became two, and he plunged them both into her waiting opening. Riley moaned and basked in the fullness of this preliminary penetration. He worked her this way until her breaths came in gasps and pleas.

She wanted so badly to move. She wanted to push him onto his back and ride him until she came, which wouldn’t be all that long. He had yet to remove his pants, but his erection strained at the soft fabric, hard evidence of how much he wanted her.

Then, in the blink of an eye, his clothes vanished. He removed her hands from where she obediently held her knees, and he pushed them to the side. She held her arms out, craving the feel of his chest against hers, and he lowered himself into her welcoming embrace.

He didn’t protest when her greedy mouth found his and demanded kissing. With one thrust, his tongue and his cock staked claims in her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him without seeking to control the pace.

There was no need for him to hold his weight from crushing her. In this dream world, the only things possible were the ones he allowed. One of his hands sought her breast. He squeezed and kneaded in time to his thrusts, spiking tendrils of heat through her body to clash with the ones radiating from her pussy. His other hand reached behind her, and his fingers, coated in her juices, breached the tight muscle guarding her anus. Riley didn’t flinch one bit. Soren had already prepared her this way.

A thrill ran through her as she fought to control too many points of pleasure.

“Come for me, Circe. Come, my darling.”

Riley’s body obeyed instantly. The spikes and pulses merged, and she exploded with one long, loud cry.

* * * *

She opened her eyes to find Soren grinning down at her. He had propped himself up on one elbow. His free hand tweaked a nipple through the thin cotton of the shirt she had thrown on the night before to get water. If she didn’t watch closely, their activities were going to cause her to dehydrate.

“Why do you look so damn cocky?” The voice emerging from her throat cracked and croaked. She put a hand to her throat and swallowed. Then she frowned at the sandpapery feel.

“You had a wet dream, and I got to watch.”

Realization dawned quickly. Though she wasn’t naked, Riley jerked the covers up to shield her body. Shame washed through her body, coating her insides with bitter fear. How would Soren react if he knew the content of her dream?

His confident grin turned to a puzzled frown. “Honey? What’s wrong? You’re okay with me watching you climax when you’re awake, but you don’t like me watching when you’re asleep? I like watching you come.” He took her hand and set it down over his erection, also shielded by the covers. “I want to make you come again.”

Of their own accord, her fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked it up and down. She forced herself to stop after a few moments.

Soren snatched away the blanket, refusing to let her hide. He slid one hand under her ass and turned her until she lay on her side, her chest pressed to his. “My sense of smell is very developed, honey. I know you’re wet and ready.”

She fingered a strand of his shaggy blond hair. It felt so much like Caiden’s silky locks. The entire dream felt too real to not have happened. At last, she met his gaze. “Soren, I wasn’t dreaming about you. I’m sorry.”

He stroked a hand down her spine, and a thoughtful frown creased his brow. After several passes, he nodded. “Honey, I don’t expect to occupy your every thought. It’s okay if you dream about other men, but I do prefer you don’t tell me about it.”

The guilt she hadn’t felt the night before finally made an appearance. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. This was the kind of conversation she needed to have with Torrey. Her sister might understand that she wanted to know why it seemed so real. Riley’s hand had come up to rest against his chest when he rolled her. She used it now to put some distance between them.

Soren grunted, but he didn’t allow her to move away. “I’m not mad at you, Riley. I’m not even jealous.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she said. “I didn’t intend to make you jealous.” She recalled thinking he might have liked to participate.

Understanding glinted from his teal eyes. “It was the man you saw in the kitchen last night, wasn’t it? Caiden?”

“He was real.” She whispered, knowing he would point out the obvious. He had watched her dream the sex. “He knew you. He seemed very pleased I had found you.”

He smoothed her hair away from her temple. “I know being with me is hard for you. It’s going to take you some time to fully accept your feelings for me. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many men you dream about fucking.”

Riley dropped her gaze. She studied the smooth planes of his chest, amazed that such a hairy beast could shift into someone who didn’t even have a light sprinkling of hair until just below his navel. In her dream, Caiden had made love to her. He had been dominating and demanding, but love permeated his every move and blazed from his eyes.

With the curve of his finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re mine, Riley. Deep down, you know that. There’s nothing you can say that will tear me from your side, but this insistence of having other lovers, even dream lovers, needs to be something you keep to yourself.”

He lifted her leg, draping it over his hip. The tip of his morning erection poked at her folds. The wetness there grew, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. From the satisfied smile lifting the corners of his mouth, she knew he scented exactly how much she wanted him.

Defiant, she glared at him. “He’s your lover, too. Just wait, because the next time you fall asleep, he’ll come to you. Then you can tell me just how real it is to feel him sucking on your cock or fucking your ass.”

All humor fled from Soren’s face. He growled and rolled them both, pinning her to the mattress with his body and his hands. “If I were to have sex with a man, I would be the one fucking his ass.”

The image of Soren thrusting into Caiden, both of their faces twisted with pleasure and love, nearly sent Riley over the edge. She moistened her lips and tried not to think about the thick erection pressed along the length of her thigh. If he let her move, she could spread her legs and take him inside her.

Just thinking about it made her want to have the two of them together. Caiden and Soren were both skilled lovers. Together, their combined skills would keep her in a constant state of longing and bliss.

Soren shoved a knee between her legs, and she parted for him willingly, welcoming the way he filled her with one thrust. He rocked into her twice, and she couldn’t hold off the orgasm that crashed through her body. Her pussy pulsed, spasming around him, yet she was unable to milk a climax from him.

He lifted one of her legs high. Before she could protest the way he stretched her muscles, he had turned her so that she lay on her stomach. The maneuver allowed his cock to stay encased in her silky softness.

There was no way she could take his weight, and she desperately needed to feel his flesh against hers. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back. She thought he might position her on all fours and fuck her ass, something she absolutely loved, but he didn’t. He kept pulling until she sat on his lap, connected by the erection filling her pussy.

Her legs fell to the outside of his, leaving no way for her to find enough leverage to take over making the in-and-out motion she craved. He pinched her nipple, and she squeaked out a moan, unable to do much more because she had yet to recover her breath from the last orgasm.

While one hand played with her breast, the other slid up her thigh. He tugged at her labia, spreading her wider so that when he peered over her shoulder, the place where they came together was completely revealed.

“You’re going to play with me.” The guess carried a note of protest. Soren could keep her on edge for hours. If Caiden were here, they would take turns holding her down and teasing her to the point just before orgasm.
How in the world did she know that?

“You need to know who is master of your body, Riley. You need to understand in the deepest levels of your soul that you are mine.”

A deep, unfamiliar voice chimed in. “And mine.”

Riley had rested her head against Soren’s shoulder at his pronouncement. She jerked it up to stare at the man invading her bedroom.

A little taller than Caiden, his height would still only come to Soren’s shoulder. Shapeless garments covered his body, and a hood covered his face, making all of his features indistinguishable. Still, she could make out his muscular frame and broad shoulders. She had a weakness for broad shoulders, and she felt an instant attraction to and affection for this man whose features she couldn’t even see. What the hell was going on?

Soren snagged the sheet and covered her nakedness. “What are you doing here?”