Blood Bond (8 page)

“What’s that?” She tried to think of
mixtures that called for rose bay, but her ability to concentrate disappeared
when Lucian caressed her lips.

“Close your eyes.”

It was no trouble to comply. Her lids
closed, and Starr concentrated on relaxing. She was tense with anticipation, so
the first brush of Sorin’s fingers across her foot made her stiffen. He had
coated his fingers with something slick and slippery. She recognized the
mysterious liquid as massage oil and relaxed before either of them could chide
her to.

She squirmed when Sorin pressed lightly
against the sole of her foot and traced a line from heel to toe. Lucian traced
his fingers across her forehead and down her nose. He had also dipped his hand
into the oil, and it left a slick residue behind. An involuntary gasp escaped
her when Sorin pressed two of his fingers into the ball of her foot, while Lucian’s
fingers probed gently at the area behind her left ear.

Tingles ran from her head to her feet, and
each little movement from them caused the sensation to intensify. They were
just touching her foot and head. How would she survive when they moved on to more
sensitive areas?

She opened her eyes when Sorin shifted
positions to grasp her foot between his hands. As she watched with heavy lids,
he massaged her foot, alternately applying pressure and light strokes. Lucian
now had both hands on her, and his fingers were working the tension from her
shoulders. The process was a bit awkward since he was massaging from the front,
but it still served to ease her stiff muscles.

That wasn’t all their slow massage did.
Starr’s pussy wept, and her nipples had beaded to hard points that begged for
attention. She squirmed, but they ignored her movements.

As good as their loving touches felt, Starr
wasn’t certain she could withstand the tender torture. She had the urge to
scream out her frustration and demand they stop teasing her. She had spent all
day in a state of arousal, responding to the slightest caress, but neither man
had made an effort to go beyond casual flirtation. Her body cried out for them.

Only knowing they had put a great deal of
thought into their seduction helped her bite her tongue and keep from voicing a
protest. She felt a dart of hope when Sorin placed her foot on the bed, but it
faded when he picked up the other one, to give it the same careful attention.

Lucian’s hands moved outward from her neck,
to squeeze her upper arms. Starr closed her eyes again and tried to let his
touch lull her into a state of relaxation. Her body refused to cooperate as
Sorin’s hands slid up her calf, while Lucian’s slid down her arms. Silently,
she pleaded for their hands to meet in the middle and focus on her aching
pussy.

Her breathing became ragged as Lucian’s
hands moved from her wrists and slid across her chest. She held her breath as
his hands skimmed over her breasts, but released it with a harsh exhalation
when he skipped over her nipples and settled his hands on her abdomen. She gave
a small, disgruntled sigh when he began rotating two fingers from each hand in
tiny, firm circles.

Sorin was in no more hurry than Lucian was,
apparently. He had worked his way up to her thigh, but it seemed to be taking
him forever to reach the crux, where her swollen clit awaited attention. Once
more, she held her breath as he kneaded her thigh with steady pressure, while
moving his hands higher. Yes, he was so close…now his fingers would slip inside
her pussy…yes…

No. She had tensed with longing, but let
her muscles relax as Sorin dropped his hands before touching the spot she
really ached for him to explore. She gave a low moan of frustration when he
returned to the neglected leg and began working his way up from the calf.

And how was it that Lucian found her
stomach so engrossing? He had surely massaged every inch of her abs, sides,
hips, and waist at least twice now, but still hadn’t managed to reach her
pussy. They must be coordinating their movements, to draw out her frustration
as long as possible. On one level, she was annoyed with their machinations, but
also heartened to know they cared so much about her pleasure, at the expense of
their own. They couldn’t receive much gratification from massaging her.

Lucian unexpectedly brushed his palm
against her pussy, causing it to spasm, and making Starr jump with surprise. A
cry tore from her, and she realized how silent the cabin was. The only sounds
were her occasional moans and sighs, and Sorin and Lucian’s heavy breathing.
“Please,” she whispered, as more of a breath than a sound.

She tensed as Lucian’s hand cupped her
stomach, while Sorin’s made its way up the last few inches of her thigh. She
didn’t doubt they would finally touch her this time. There was nothing else for
them to massage, besides the areas they had carefully avoided. Her nipples
screamed for consideration just as fervently as her convulsing pussy.

She opened her eyes when Sorin released his
hold and climbed off the bed. She gave him a baleful glare as he walked away.
She watched with a blend of anger, interest, and frustration as he lifted the
basin from the table and brought it back to the bed. “What are you going to
do?” Was that husky tone her voice? She sounded almost alien in her need.

“Wash you,” Lucian said. “You don’t want
that oil on your skin, and we don’t want it to seep into the bedding when we
turn you over.”

“I guess not…” She frowned. “What do you
mean?”

Sorin laughed. “You’ll see.”

She subsided into silence, mentally cursing
their deviousness, while reveling in the slightly rough texture of the cloths
they used to wipe the oil from her skin. It was the perfect stimulus for the
heightened sensitivity of her skin, and she moaned with pleasure as the warm
water trickled down her skin. Maybe they were on to something, with this slow
seduction of her senses.

“Sit up, Starr,” Lucian whispered in her
ear, as he finished wiping the oil from her face.

She briefly questioned her passivity in
their lovemaking, but dismissed the thought. She would have plenty of time to
take a more active role later, and it felt decadent to let them direct
everything. All that she had to do at the moment was enjoy whatever was coming
next.

She let them turn her onto her stomach.
Starr cradled a pillow in her arms and laid her head on it, finding it a poor
substitute for either man’s embrace. She felt a trickle of oil down her back
and sighed. Seconds later, Lucian began sliding his hands over her flesh,
working the tense muscles of her lower back. She waited for Sorin to begin
massaging the backs of her legs, but he didn’t.

A finger feathered down her cleft before
pushing between her buttocks. Starr gasped when Lucian hit a sensitive spot
with his probing fingers, while another probing finger lightly caressed her
anus. She tensed when something hard probed at the opening, but Sorin’s hand
smoothed over her buttocks, while he shushed her.

“It’s just the lube. Relax,
dragostia
.”

She took a deep breath and forced her
muscles to loosen. The applicator slipped easily into her sphincter, and the
thick lube filled her quickly. Lucian was now focusing his attention on her
shoulders, while Sorin squeezed one of her cheeks lightly in his hand. The
other was apparently occupied with the lube. When he withdrew the tube, she
wondered what would come next. Would it be the plug again?

Her question was answered when Sorin parted
her cheeks with one hand, while his finger entered her anus to his knuckle. She
squirmed when he wiggled it, surprised by the jolt of pleasure that accompanied
the slight burning sensation. As Sorin entered her with another finger, she
tensed. Lucian responded by decreasing the pressure he applied to her back and
changing his touch to slow, soothing circles.

Before she had much of a chance to adjust
to Sorin’s fingers, he removed them. She arched her hips to signal she wanted
more. It had felt surprisingly good, for the brief time he was inside her anus.

Either he complied with her unspoken
request, or he was already planning to, because his hand continued to hold her
cheeks parted, while the bulbous head of the anal plug pressed against her
sphincter.

Starr closed her eyes, balled her fists,
and bit down on a mouthful of pillow to stay relaxed as the plug entered her
completely. There was the same burning/stretching sensation as last night, but
it soon faded. For a moment, she felt neither pleasure nor pain—only pressure.

And then they were rolling her onto her
back again. They hadn’t even bothered to wipe off the oil. She could feel it seeping
into the sheet under her, almost gluing her to the bed.

She turned her head as Lucian scooted up
beside her. He was propped up on his side, with his arm across his side. He was
smiling at her. “What now?” she managed to ask breathlessly.

“Now, we make love.”

The whispered words served to inflame her
desire further, rather than soothing her, as he had perhaps intended. A flare
of pleasure radiating from her stretched anus shot through her pussy, bringing
a fresh wave of moisture. She cried out as Lucian cupped her breast and finally
tugged lightly on the hard nipple.

She lifted her head to see what Sorin was
doing. He had moved from the bed to wash his hands, but was now back. Rather
than straddling her as she had expected, he knelt between her spread legs, with
his hands on her upper thighs. A sob escaped her when he moved one hand higher
to touch her pussy. She almost thought she could have come just from the light
brush of his palm against her swollen lips. When he pushed his palm deeper into
her soft flesh and rotated it slightly, she arched upward.

The plug in her anus seemed to settle
deeper inside her as she did so, causing a moment of discomfort before it
changed to heated pleasure. Starr spread her legs farther, and in her
impatience for Sorin to touch her properly, she had almost forgotten Lucian was
playing with her breasts.

She remembered as he pinched one
forcefully, as if to get her attention. She turned to look at him and the blaze
of desire in his eyes swept her away. He was always the calm one, and always in
control of his emotions. Sorin was the unpredictable one, with a hint of
wildness that couldn’t be tamed. She would have expected the expression she saw
to be on Sorin’s face, not Lucian’s.

Out of curiosity, she lifted her head again
and assessed Sorin’s expression. It was difficult to concentrate when Lucian
bent his head to lave one of her nipples. She groaned and lowered her head, but
not before seeing deep hunger and need in Sorin’s eyes. She didn’t doubt she
wore a similar expression, but maybe they needed to hear how much she wanted
them. Maybe if they did, they would finally do more than tease her.

“If you don’t take me soon, I’m going to
die.” That sounded silly, but it was how she felt. There was a pressure
building inside her—and not from the anal plug—that threatened to boil over and
explode. She didn’t know what would happen when it did. She only knew she had
to release the pressure, and the only way to do so was by submitting to the
pleasure Sorin and Lucian were creating.

That seemed to be all Sorin needed, because
he stopped lightly stroking her lips. Two of his fingers surged inside her,
making her cry out. There wasn’t even a hint of soreness as he finger-fucked
her. The hot springs had certainly loosened her.

Lucian drew her nipple into his mouth,
sucking forcefully, while his hand squeezed her other breast. His thumb ran
across the rigid nipple repeatedly, applying enough pressure to make her want
to scream.

Almost by sixth-sense, Starr realized Sorin
had switched positions. His fingers withdrew from her pussy, and before she
could utter a protest, his cock surged inside her. Her eyes widened at the
fullness she felt from his cock and the anal plug. If she had ached to be
filled, her wish was granted. It was almost more than she could accept. As
Sorin withdrew and thrust into her for the first time, the pressure increased,
and she wondered how her body would accommodate both of their cocks.

His hips driving his cock deeper into her
drove the thought from her mind. Starr could hear Lucian moaning and knew she
had neglected him. She reached forward, searching for his cock. When she found
it, she cupped her hand around the hard shaft and gave in to instinct, which
urged her to grip his cock firmly and move her hand up and down. His cries of
pleasure rewarded her.

Sorin’s groans mingled with Lucian’s as he
thrust faster and faster inside her. Starr’s lower body tensed as her pleasure
grew, and she knew no amount of massage could relax her this time. As Sorin’s
cock hardened inside her before beginning to spasm, waves of pleasure crashed
over her. Her pussy convulsed around him, triggering his release. Lucian’s
ejaculate dripped down her fingers as she came. The convulsions shaking her
caused her anus to clench around the plug, which heightened her sense of
release.

As Sorin withdrew from her pussy, Starr
struggled to catch her breath. To her surprise, the pressure was still building
inside her. Her orgasm hadn’t been sufficient to stifle it. “More.”

“Yes,” Lucian said as he lifted his mouth
from her tingling breast. His cock grew hard again in her hand, seconds after
his orgasm. Wasn’t that supposed to be impossible?