Chapter 16
“Is there something I should do?” Clara asked. She tried to remember how the women in her books behaved when presented with two lovers at the same time.
“Just let us pleasure you.” Gideon ran his hands through her hair, and it sent filaments of sensation from her scalp to her toes. “And if there’s anything you don’t like, anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell us.”
“I cannot imagine that you’ll do anything I won’t enjoy.”
“That’s the intent,” Des murmured against her throat. “All the same, you’ll speak up if we displease you.”
“I will.” Concentration was difficult when both men’s hands skimmed all over her body.
Gideon took her mouth again, kissing her deeply, while Des scraped his teeth against the nape of her neck. Des’s hands deftly plucked at her clothing. He unhooked her bodice, and when it parted, he reached in between the fabric panels to cup and stroke her breasts into hard points.
“Will you let us strip you bare?” Gideon asked huskily.
“Naked? In the forest?” It seemed so defenseless.
“No better place to be free of clothing’s limits,” Des said.
“That sounds like something a practiced seducer would say,” she countered, though her words turned into a moan as he took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them lightly.
Des’s laugh was low and velvet. “No practice, only truth. Even so,” he went on, rousing her body through skillful touch, “we want to see you, sparrow. In all your splendor.”
She glanced down at herself, at the body that demanded too much for Arthur. His beliefs didn’t matter now. He was gone, and she was here, alive. She wasn’t alone, either. Two stunning men desired her.
“Very well,” she said. “But I claim the same privilege. Disrobe.”
Gideon and Des both chuckled.
Des murmured, “As our lady commands.”
“First, however,” Gideon added, “we’ll attend to you.”
The men rose, gently pulling her to her feet. She found herself being turned this way and that, two sets of hands divesting her of all clothing. Thankfully, since she lived alone, she’d taken to wearing simple garments, and it wasn’t long before she stood only in her shift and stockings.
When Des moved to peel her shift away, she held up a hand.
“Let me.” Never before had she stripped in front of someone, and certainly not in the daylight. Arthur preferred her in her nightgown or shift, both rucked up to her waist.
She drew in a ragged breath. Then, she grabbed the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head. The wispy garment fell to the forest floor.
Des and Gideon gazed at her. Mortification came in a quick, acidic pulse, but she beat it back as she looked back and forth between Gideon and Des.
Much as she wanted to curl in on herself, she put her shoulders back, and tipped up her chin.
Their gazes were hot and ravenous as they took her in, from her feet to the top of her head, lingering on the triangle of curls at the juncture of her legs, and tarrying on her breasts.
They were rather small, her breasts, hardly able to fill out a bodice.
Yet the way Des and Gideon looked at them, looked at her…
as though they could barely keep themselves from ravishing her on the spot…
They each had thick, eager erections. Des adjusted himself in his breeches, and Gideon did the same.
Then, Des knelt next to one of her legs, while Gideon knelt beside her other.
At the same time, they undid her garters before unrolling her stockings.
As they peeled away the thin silk, they pressed kisses to her legs: calves, knees, thighs.
Higher, until Gideon, then Des, nuzzled in the curls above her mound.
She clutched at their shoulders to remain standing.
It was almost a relief when they pulled back.
“I believe you wanted us naked,” Des said, with a wicked curve of his lips.
She did her best to stay on her feet as they rose and backed up enough to give themselves room.
She didn’t know where to look as they disrobed, her gaze ricocheting back and forth.
Des hadn’t put on a stock, and his waistcoat was unbuttoned, so within moments, he was only in his shirtsleeves, breeches, and boots.
Gideon took a little longer, tugging off the cloth from around his neck, his long fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He and Des pulled off their boots.
With quick movements, they discarded their shirts, and both men were bare-chested.
Even though she’d seen Des naked not but an hour earlier, witnessing his nude torso again made her breath catch.
And Gideon…she hadn’t known men could possess such taut, elegant beauty, such lean muscle and sleek shapes.
He was slimmer than Des, and just as stunning.
A scattering of crisp black hair traced between Gideon’s pectorals and led to a fine trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his breeches.
Gideon held her gaze as he undid the fall of his breeches. She tried, she truly did, to look him in the eye, but it was nigh impossible once he freed his erection. Curved and thick, it made her mouth water.
And then Des also removed his breeches, and both men were as naked as she.
“You’re both so beautiful,” she said breathlessly. “I think…this must be one of my dreams.”
“Have you dreamt about this, sparrow?” Des asked, husky. “Two men?”
She gave a small nod. “I’d read about that. Couldn’t ever speak of it. I wondered if perhaps there was something awry with me, to desire something so…wicked. I thought I was wrong to want this.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Gideon said, stepping closer, “if everyone’s willing.”
“I am assuredly willing,” she answered at once.
Des moved to her, standing on one side, and Gideon pressed close on the other. Their naked bodies met hers, their flesh hot against her own cool skin. Des kissed her, and pulled away just enough so that Gideon could kiss her, too.
They both felt different, tasted different from each other.
Des, bold and almost aggressive, Gideon, slower, sweeter, savoring her where Des claimed.
Her head spun, and she clung to them, borne on sensation as their hands stroked over her nudity.
Gideon’s hand was on one breast, Des’s on the other.
They plucked at her nipples before bending down to take the tips of her breasts into their mouths.
Gideon’s hand skimmed down the roundness of her abdomen before lightly tracing her slit. She pushed into his touch, urging him deeper. He slicked two fingers between her folds and around her clitoris, spreading wetness.
Clara lost herself in sensation, kissing each of them in turn, letting herself be swept up in pleasure.
She glided her hands over their bodies to skate over their chests, their abdomens, until she reached their cocks.
As they kissed and caressed her, she wrapped her fingers around their shafts and was rewarded by their growls of approval.
It took a moment for her to find a rhythm, but eventually, she learned her way, pumping her hands on their cocks.
They rumbled and pushed their hips into her hands. Moisture coated her fingers.
Her hands were suddenly empty as she found herself laid back on the forest floor.
The leafy canopy threw light and shadow over them.
Gideon kissed his way from her lips, between her breasts, over her stomach, and then he settled his body between her legs, his mouth level with her sex.
When he lapped at her with a thorough, deep lick, she arched her back and flung out her arms to grip tightly at the grass, lest she do something demanding, like press his head closer to her.
Yet as he continued to feast on her, she couldn’t stop herself, and let go of the grass to clutch at him, urging him on.
He made a hum against her folds, and went on sucking and licking her. His fingers sank into her passage, and she cried out in ecstasy.
As Gideon fucked her with his mouth and fingers, Des knelt by her head, supporting it with his hand. In his other hand, he held his cock.
“Sparrow,” he rumbled. “Will you suck me?”
In response, she opened her mouth. This, too, was something she’d read about but never been allowed to do. Another of Arthur’s edicts as to what he considered seemly for a wife.
Clara opened for Des eagerly now. She watched his face as he angled his cock toward her mouth, and how the muscles in his neck went taut as she took the large, round head between her lips.
He snarled when she ran her tongue around the crown, tasting salt.
When he sank his shaft by inches into her mouth, she opened as wide as she could.
He was large, and she had to breathe through her nose to keep herself from choking on his length.
She loved it. Loved having her mouth filled with him.
“That’s it, sparrow,” he growled. “Suck me deep.”
She did, taking him as far as she was able. He thrust in and out of her mouth, his eyes mere slits, his body trembling and slick with sweat.
All the while, Gideon continued to devour her cunt.
She was lost to this, to the formless, all-encompassing ecstasy of being shared and pleasured by two men, both the object of adoration and a thing to be used.
When Gideon sucked on her clitoris and thrust his fingers against her swollen spot within, she came.
Her cry was muffled by Des’s cock in her mouth, and that renewed her pleasure all over again, and she climaxed once more.
Gideon pulled back, but then he knelt between her legs, holding her thighs apart as he lined his cock up with her opening.
In encouragement, she angled her hips to position herself exactly where he needed her.
At his solid, sure thrust into her, she moaned around Des’s cock, and both men were inside her, filling her.
They fucked her like that, Des in her mouth, Gideon in her cunt. She shook and shuddered and took what they gave her. There was nothing in this world but the ecstasy they created together.
Gideon stroked his thumb over her clitoris, pacing each caress with his strokes, and she screamed with her release.
“Sparrow,” Des snarled. “I’m going to come.”
She sucked on him harder.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “That’s—”
He came with a shout. His seed poured into her mouth, thick and briny. She did her best to swallow him down, yet some leaked from her mouth and dribbled down her face.
A moment later, Gideon went rigid. He let out a long, agonized moan, his head thrown back as he climaxed.
Long minutes passed, the glade filled with the sounds of their panting. Finally, Gideon pulled from her sex, and Des slid from her mouth. They curled together in the grass, with her snug between their bodies. Des curved against her back, Gideon her front, their bodies warm and slick against hers.
Caught in the currents of the aftermath, she let her mind untether in the moments before sleep. Last night, as she’d slept with Des in his wolf form, she’d been a heroine in one of her fairy tales. Today, she dwelt into the pages of her erotic novels.
She dozed. When she woke, she was still clasped between them. Gideon kissed her, and Des rubbed his mouth back and forth along her shoulder.
“That was,” she murmured, drowsy, “far better than any dream or fantasy.”
She didn’t know if she could dare hope that they might linger here. There had been no discussion of what might happen, especially now that Hugh was healed, and Cyrus was…gone.
“There’s that stream not far from here,” Des said in her silence. “We can bathe, and eat.”
“And talk,” Gideon added.
Her heart couldn’t help but sink. She’d been living in the fantasy of her fairy tales and erotic novels. Yet the pages of those books were closing. The real world had returned, and the cost of her desires was coming to bear.