Chapter Seventeen #2
It was rougher than he usually was with her, but Aleksi did not have to worry about hurting her, not when he could feel her pleasure sliding over him like an encouraging caress.
He pulled harder, just for a moment, then released her.
Naia instantly turned her face to his and caught his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Aleksi teased his tongue over hers and dipped his hand beneath the shirt she wore once more, this time slipping around to cup her breast. Naia gasped at the contact, a sound that Einar echoed, and Aleksi smiled against her lips.
This was the moment Aleksi always cherished. When all the walls fell, and a lover’s ardor left no room for self-conscious doubt. They were simply bodies in eager orbit, tumbling around, moving closer and closer until they crashed together in an explosion of intimacy and pleasure.
Einar ground out a curse, and Aleksi broke the kiss and looked over to find his gaze fixed to the shirt that now barely covered Naia’s breast. Einar’s fingers flexed on his legs, as if he was imagining shredding the fabric into pieces, and the dwindling firelight cast shadows across the hard, intriguing planes of his chest and arms.
Aleksi turned Naia’s head until she was looking at Einar, as well. “How did you convince him to do it?”
“Do what?” Her voice was breathless. Dreamy.
“Keep this delicious form.”
“I just told him the truth—that this is what looks like him to me.” She rocked her hips a little. “Don’t you think he’s beautiful?”
“Always.” Aleksi pinched her nipple, and she rocked harder. He let her for just a moment before stilling her hips with his other hand. “Easy, goddess. He isn’t even naked yet.”
Her low moan made Aleksi’s abdomen clench.
Einar surged to his feet with animal grace, his gaze never leaving them. “Anything you want,” he promised.
The light reflected off his chest as he moved, and his muscles flexed beneath the textured, silvered lines of his purple skin as he opened his pants.
The fabric fell to the floor, revealing his cock.
It was longer and thicker than usual, with curved ridges encircling the shaft.
It was dusky purple, darker than the rest of him, rigid and pulsing and glistening at the tip.
When Naia made an eager noise, Einar curled his fingers around his cock. The caress highlighted the fact that the shaft actually widened a bit in the middle. Einar stroked himself, lingering over the swollen area, and the sound he made had Naia leaning forward, ready.
Aleksi hauled her back. “Not yet, love. Before you can taste his desire, you have to show him yours.”
For a moment, she kept straining against his grip. Then a hungry curiosity bloomed throughout the room, and she gave in, relaxing against him. He rewarded her for it by easing his hand down between her open thighs to cup her.
“Thank you for your trust, Naia. That’s the sweetest thing there is.” He slid his hand lower. “Sweeter than the headiest wine or the most succulent fruit.” Curled his fingers into her. “Even sweeter than your cunt when you’re coming on our tongues.”
She whimpered, but she’d caught on to the game. She did not move—except for her heaving breaths and her body clenching around his fingers.
The three of them remained there, a frozen tableau, until Einar swayed, as if fighting the urge to close the distance between him. His muscles tensed, and a low sound rumbled up from his chest.
With the standstill broken, Aleksi began to earnestly fuck Naia with his fingers.
“Aleksi,” Einar growled.
Aleksi went still again, though Naia grabbed his wrist and growled in protest. “Yes?” he inquired mildly.
“Let me touch her.” The words seemed torn from him, half command, half plea.
“Already?”
Einar’s chest heaved. The teal fire in his eyes danced. “I want to taste her.”
Naia squirmed. She was already meltingly hot, but Einar’s words made her tighten around Aleksi’s fingers. So he picked up the motion again, very slowly this time, and raised a questioning eyebrow at Einar. “What else?”
Einar’s gaze locked on the slow movement of Aleksi’s hand before fixing on Naia’s face. “I want her to ride my tongue until she comes, screaming.”
The words were like a physical touch, another featherlight caress sliding over Naia’s skin.
“I want to know how she tastes when she comes, riding your cock.”
Another tongue finding the sensitive area just behind her ear.
Einar stroked his erection again, this time with a tight, hungry pressure. “I want her to take me again. All of me. I want to fuck her so deep she’s all I can feel.”
Three more questing fingers fucking into her, searching for the spot that would make her fly.
Naia’s gasp ricocheted through the room like a scream. Hard on its heels was a wave of pleasure that stole Aleksi’s breath with its intensity. Einar threw his head back, groaning loudly enough to drown out Naia’s cries, and Aleksi had to grit his teeth as molten heat enveloped his cock.
Did he move Naia, or did she seek him out, desperate for something deeper? He did not know, nor did he recall exactly how it happened. And now, he knew only her chest heaving, her skin growing hotter under his hands, and her body clenching around his.
He tore away the rumpled linen she wore, so that there would be nothing between them . . . and nothing to impede the view. Naia fell back against Aleksi’s chest, shifting her hips as she did so, displaying their joined bodies more openly to Einar’s avid stare.
The sight and the sound and the sensations shuddered through all three of them.
With one hand on her hip and the other resting lightly at the base of her throat, Aleksi brushed his lips over Naia’s earlobe. “When you’ve had enough of waiting, reach out to Einar, and he will come to you, no matter what I say. He won’t be able to resist you—he never has, and he never will.”
Something hotter than desire surged through the room, a yearning beyond the physical. It echoed the hungry affection that dwelled in Aleksi’s breast, making his heart thump painfully as Naia braced her hands against him and moved.
It was hard, almost rough, but Aleksi sank his teeth into her shoulder, urging her to fuck him harder. All while Einar watched in coiled anticipation, waiting for the moment she would set him free.
Her pleasure mounted, along with Aleksi’s, a neverending circle of hunger and tension, tightening around all three of them. Shared, but heightened instead of diminished by it.
Naia ran her hand through Aleksi’s hair, across his cheek and over his parted lips.
She continued the caress down her own body, pausing to stroke her nipple before moving lower.
Her fingers brushed the base of Aleksi’s cock, and he groaned, a sound he had to echo a moment later as Naia touched her clit.
Then she reached that same trembling hand out to Einar.
In the sliver of time between heartbeats, he crossed the space between them and was on his knees, his hands sliding up her legs.
His thumbs traced up her inner thighs, coaxing them wider, wide enough for his impossibly broad shoulders.
The movement drove her back against Aleksi’s chest, and she clung to him as Einar lowered his head and stroked his tongue over them.
They reached for Einar in tandem, clutching his head as he licked and sucked.
The scent of flowers filled the air, and all Aleksi could hear was the rush of blood—or was that the ocean?
—in his ears. He could not tell, and it did not matter.
His entire world was this tiny corner of the Dream, filled with Naia’s pleasure and Einar’s hunger and Aleksi wrapped around them both.
One of them came, and so they all did. A single shared orgasm crashed through them, picking up speed and force, like a gale out at sea.
When the storm abated, light filled the room, tiny sparkles that drifted down and lingered on bare skin before finally winking out. Naia was draped over Aleksi’s chest, and Einar was draped over her, his head pillowed against her hip.
Then Naia raised her head, and it was no longer Aleksi’s little nymph who stared down at him. Not anymore.
This was the goddess, Mother of Rahvekya. A being who had been old eons before the High Court had ever even thought of existing.
And it was her turn.
She licked the corner of his mouth and lightly touched her tongue to his when he sought a kiss. “Yes or no, Aleksi?” she murmured liltingly, echoing the precise words he had demanded from Einar.
There was only one answer to give. “Yes.”
An unseen force pushed his arms wide and pinned them to the headboard. “Cintah,” she whispered. “It means stop. Now you know what to say if you need to.”
He wouldn’t need to say it, but he still appreciated the gesture. It was just good manners. “I’ll remember.”
Her eyes glowed. Not teal, like Einar’s, or even the sunlight or starshine of the Dream or Void. This light was everything, all at once, and it swirled dangerously as Naia looked at him. “Good.”
Yes, she was an ancient force.
And she was going to eat him alive.