Gift of the Goddess (30 page)

“
Hullo?
” They looked up. Trey stood with his hands on his hips, his head tilted to one side. “I’m still here, remember?”

“Trey, you know I don’t fuck men. I’m not interested.”

“True for every man except you, Trey,” said Anje and Brin cursed under his breath.

Trey’s lips set in a thin line. “It’s been years since you were my mentor, Brin. Tell me, how old am I now?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?”

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“No, I haven’t.” Brin frowned. “I just don’t think about it. You’re…you must be…” His eyes widened.

“Twenty-four.”

All trace of expression disappeared from Brin’s face.

“Only three years younger than me,” said Anje, enjoying herself. It was the only time she’d seen him nonplussed.

“But you’re a woman!”

“That’s true,” she said and Trey chuckled.

He stepped forward and slid a hand up over the shaman’s shoulder. Brin’s gaze followed the goose bumps that sprang up on the bronzed skin. As he inhaled, Anje felt him shore up his resolve. He held the other man’s eye and said steadily, “Look, Trey, you’re my friend. I admit I feel…affection for you.”

“True,” said Anje promptly. Brin shot her a filthy look from under inky lashes and she swallowed a nervous giggle.

“But this nonsense, it’s just lust and proximity.” He shrugged his massive shoulders. “You’ll regret it later. If you have to have a man, go back to your lover.”

Trey’s fists clenched. “Don’t tell me what I feel, you patronizing bastard! I’m a man grown and I know when I love someone.” His eyes narrowed. “If you feel nothing for me, prove it.”

Brin looked wary. “How?”

“Let me kiss you.” Trey shrugged. “I’ve wanted to since I was sixteen.”

“Sixteen!” Brin sounded so appalled, the other man laughed outright.

“I’m not sixteen now, remember? Are you scared?”

“No! But I don’t want—”

Trey glanced at Anje, one brow quirked. She shook her head, smiling. “He’s a terrible liar. Why don’t you push a little, Trey? It always works for me.”

Brin snarled and the Bond link shut down so abruptly, Anje swayed on her feet. Trey slid both hands around the shaman’s neck and tugged. “Bend your head.” His hazel eyes shone gold with love and lust. As he reached up to fit his lips to Brin’s, his lashes swept down.

Anje leaned against the wall, panting with shock and arousal. Brin stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, while Trey pressed up against him, that luscious mouth working, his hips flexing in a sensual rhythm. They looked like two barbarian lords, locked in a rough, carnal embrace. Ah Mother, they were so beautiful, her men! And they were going to love each other if she had to tie Brin down and get Trey to ravish him.

She smiled at the thought. Then she sought the flickering ember of the Bond link. Shut himself off, would he? Hah! All those headaches had taught her more than he knew. Relentlessly, she pushed at the barrier, focusing her love, her joy, her exasperation at his pigheaded honor.

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Trey moaned and Brin grasped his wrist as if to push him away.

But he didn’t.

The link blazed and Anje fed the inferno with love, with lust, with memory.
Let him love you
, she willed the shaman
. Sweet Mother, let him love you as I do!

Brin wavered, then steadied. But he’d shifted his grip to cradle the back of Trey’s skull and his mouth was moving.

Dark joy suffused her. She burrowed a hand into her trews, seeking out her sex, dripping with honey. She fixed her gaze on Brin and Trey, and stroked the throbbing knot of her clitoris. As she hovered on the peak, she forced the link open wide. Then she surrendered to her release, plunging luxuriously deep, flooding the link with her ecstasy.

Over her own gasping breath, she heard Brin’s tortured groan as her orgasm shoved him hard onto the agonizing cusp of decision. A moment of shattering suspense and she felt him gather his will and make his choice.

He broke so hard, so comprehensively, the walls of his resistance collapsed with a roar that was almost audible. The brutal, masculine surge of emotion swept over her like a huge wave of water, dragging her under, drowning her in a second climax.

He had one arm hard around Trey’s shoulders and the other hand splayed across that fine ass, wrapping him up, devouring the younger man like a starving fellwolf. And Trey was giving as good as he got, his hips grinding against the shaman’s.

Anje slid down the wall to the floor, tears prickling her eyes.
Thank you, Mother of all the world. Thank you, sweet Lufra.

Vaguely, she wondered what would happen first. Would they spurt all over each other or simply pass out from lack of air? But Trey pulled back, his breath coming short and choppy, his smile blinding. Brin’s arms fell away. Trey stepped back and they looked down together.

Trey tapped the head of Brin’s massive erection with his forefinger. It jerked violently. “Affection, huh?”

Brin clamped both big hands on the other man’s shoulders. His fingers dug into the muscular, creamy flesh with brutal strength. “Trey, are you sure?” It was a gravelly rasp, barely audible. “Be sure.”

Trey lifted his chin. “I’m sure I love you. I always have. But—” He glanced at Anje and his lips firmed. “I love Anje too. And she loves me.”

Brin’s grip tightened. He glared into Trey’s eyes. “She’s mine.”

The other man stared straight back. “Lucky you.” One corner of his beautiful mouth quirked. “You have us both.”

“Treat her right, Trey. I won’t have you breaking her heart.”

“It won’t be me who does that.”

Brin’s jaw clamped shut so forcefully, Anje could swear she heard his teeth click. “What are you talking about?” she asked.

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“Nothing.” Brin’s lashes fluttered down and he dragged in two deep breaths. “Mine, by all the gods!” His lids lifted and Anje gasped at the inferno raging there. Every coherent thought fled. “
Mine!
Both of you.” The crooked smile flashed as he tugged Trey close and reached down to scoop Anje up under one arm. “You ganged up on me from the beginning, the pair of you. As for you, scout, you pushed again. I could have—”

“Maybe.” Rising on her tiptoes, Anje stroked his lower lip with her tongue. “But your soul didn’t want you to.” She smiled into his midnight eyes, straight into the flames. “We’re good for you, Brin. Learn to live with it.”

She kissed him, sinking into the welcome heat of his mouth, feeling his cock press hard into the soft flesh of her belly. Behind her, Trey’s body warmed her skin as he unlaced her bodice and drew it away. His hands stroked firm and knowing over her ribs and her breasts and she moaned into Brin’s mouth, a tingle running through the silver lines on her back.

The shaman pulled away, his chest heaving, and looked from Anje to Trey. He licked his lips. “Gods, it’s a banquet!”

“Who do you want for the first course?” husked Trey.

Brin cupped his rampant sex and looked down ruefully at the broad, flushed head. “I wish I had two cocks.”

“Well, between us we do,” said Trey. A quick exchange of glances between the two men and he exploded into action, tugging Anje’s trews off without ceremony. “Come lie down, sweetheart.” He had her settled on the mattress before she could blink. “That’s right.”

Brin laughed, the sound deep and joyous and somehow carefree. Then he dropped to his knees and pulled Trey into his arms across Anje’s supine body. Leaning up on her elbows, she watched him bend his head, concentrating on the buckles of the other man’s slave harness. It seemed to take him an eternity to get it undone, slapping Trey’s hands away when he tried to help. They all breathed a sigh of relief when Trey’s shaft bobbed free, proud and naked above his tight, velvety balls. Brin held his gaze as he reached out and wrapped long fingers around it. The shock of the contact produced three gasps.

Trey gurgled, deep in his throat, and Brin squeezed, grinning. “I like you all bare.” He flexed his fingers and his voice dropped to a sensual rumble. “Is this mine? Say it!”

“You know it is,” said Trey in a hoarse whisper.

“Lufra, I can’t wait!” Brin swooped and took Anje’s mouth in a short, fierce kiss. “Anje, I love you more than my life, but I’ll die if I don’t have him.”

Holy Mother, he’d said the words!
The strangest declaration of love any woman had ever had. Anje’s heart turned handsprings.

Her smile wobbly at the corners, she murmured, “Do it.” She licked her lips. “I’ll know… The link… There’s still some balm left.” Trey inhaled sharply as the shaman tightened his grip to the point of pain.

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“I love the way your mind works, scout.” Trey whimpered as Brin fisted his shaft, stretching and releasing the hot, satin skin, handling it with a brutal certainty that was totally male. “Trey, are you listening?”

“Yes.” It was a croak.

“I want you to plant that pretty cock as deep in Anje’s cunt as you can get it. Then you wait for me. Understand?”

“Mmm. The Law?”

Brin released Trey to run an admiring hand over the curve of his taut buttock, making him quiver like a high-strung racing vran. He administered a crisp slap before scooping up the jar of balm. “Go ahead. Anje’s two offerings ahead of us.” He grinned, stunning her with delight and dimples as he flipped off the lid. “We can punish her for that later.”

Anje purred with pleasure and challenge. Then she held out her arms to Trey, kissing the freckles on the bridge of his nose when he settled over her. “This is what you wanted, love.”

“I know.” As she spread her thighs, he slid into her with a single lavish plunge and his lashes fluttered with relief. “Ah, thank Lufra.” Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, “It’s going to hurt before it feels good.”

“You got that right,” growled Brin from over Trey’s shoulder. “Hold him tight, Anje.” He shifted forward, twisting his hips.

Trey’s eyes stretched wide and he gasped, but inside her sheath, he swelled impossibly. Anje murmured with pleasure—her own and Brin’s.

“Pull out of her, Trey,” rasped Brin. His soft lower lip caught in his teeth, Trey obeyed, rocking himself into the shaman’s body. Brin shoved forward again and Trey slid deep inside Anje’s sheath.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Trey panted.

“Not to a man.” Trey groaned as Brin slung himself deeper. “Want more?”

Trey’s eyes rolled. “It’s too good. I won’t last.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Brin’s gaze met Anje’s over Trey’s freckled shoulder and the link sang with love and lust and laughter. “I won’t either. Gods, I’ve been starving forever!” His neck corded with tension, he set up a powerful rhythm, driving himself deep, pummeling Trey’s cock deliciously hard inside her sheath.

The sensation was ferociously good, the link pulsing with dark rapture on every jolting stroke. Anje wrapped her legs around Trey’s waist and sank her teeth into his shoulder. The multiple layers of feeling, love, lust and pain, rocked her soul to its foundations.

This was everything. This was what it meant to be complete.

Trey moaned, driven to the brink.

Panting, Anje flexed her internal muscles. Brin’s face flushed dark with passion and tears stood in his eyes, making the goddess fire shimmer as if behind a veil.

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He threw his head back, the hair whipping across his jaw, and hammered harder. Trey gave a strangled scream and slumped into her body, shuddering. Through the Bond, the boiling flood of Brin’s release picked Anje up and tossed her over the edge into a well of lightning. Her soft wail was lost in his bellow of ecstasy.

No one moved for endless, tingling minutes. Brin dropped his head, resting his brow on Trey’s shoulder blade. Finally, Anje stirred. “Mother, I can’t breathe!” She squirmed.

“Sorry,” mumbled Trey.

He and Brin untangled themselves. Brin spooned her against him and stretched a long arm across Trey’s chest. He yawned. “Gods, that was good.” Between one breath and the next, he slept, his lips curved in a smile of bone-deep satisfaction.

Trey sat up. His mouth quirked. “Does this mean you won’t respect me in the morning?” Brin slumbered on and Trey laughed, running an admiring hand over the big man’s ribs and belly, skirting the bruises. He traced the scaled head of the dragon with a fingertip. “I can touch him whenever I want.” He closed his eyes, savoring. “It means so much.”

“Happy?”

Trey sobered. “Yes.” He leaned over to kiss her. “Thank you, Anje love.”

She glanced at the shaman, fathoms deep in the sleep of utter exhaustion, and cocked a brow at Trey. “It won’t be easy loving him, you know.”

Trey settled, sliding back under Brin’s arm. He huffed out a laugh. “What makes you think it’s easy loving
you
?”

Anje was still searching for a reply when sleep claimed her.