Guilty as Sin (52 page)

his cheek, urging him to meet her eyes, her gaze clear and sure. “It
‟
s why we brought

you here.”

To his horror, he couldn
‟
t get a word out past the lump in his throat. He shook his

head, but something inside him relaxed, opening like a flower.
One last time
, he told

himself again, knowing he was helpless against the yearning, his defenses gone, his

walls torn down and scattered to the four winds. His skin hungered for the press of

their bodies, Lise
‟
s firm, slim weight and Dax
‟
s breadth and solidity, but even worse,

their very presence, their laughter, their love—Twister, their very existence—made

everything right and good and
real
. They even made
him
real, a better man than he
‟
d

ever been.

“Oh Michael.” Lise dotted his jaw with kisses. “You fool.” She finished with an

admonitory nip.

Dax ran hard warm palms down Michael
‟
s back in a luxurious sweep from his

shoulder blades to his ass. When the Aetherii arched his hips, grinning, something like

an iron bar poked into Michael
‟
s stomach.

“About the mood…” Dax murmured and abruptly, they were involved in one of

those impossibly good, impossibly messy, three-way kisses, a miracle of tangling

tongues and huffing breath, of tenderness and aggression.

Dax tilted his pelvis, throwing a heavy leg across the back of Michael
‟
s knees. “Fuck

me.” Powerful fingers clamped onto Michael
‟
s ass, urging him forward. His cock head

slipped over smooth flesh, caught on Dax
‟
s rim. They both groaned.

“Wait, wait.” Lise came up on her knees. “Let me.” She snatched up an oblong

cushion. “Lift up, Dax love.” When he did so, to a breathless chorus of curses from both

men, she shoved it under his hips.

“I think Michael needs help.” Dax slanted her a wicked glance from under russet

lashes and lay back, folding his arms under his head, all broad indolent surrender. “To

get it in.”

“No, I d—” Michael shut his mouth. Fuck his pride, not when it meant he could

have Lise
‟
s sweet hands on his cock, guiding him home. He sat back on his heels, the

pressure in his balls a lovely insistent discomfort.

“There
‟
s some left.” She was holding the vial, an adorable crease between her

brows. “Do you need more? Where should I—?”

Before Michael could speak, Dax said, “Oil his cock, love, nice and slow. Make it

shine.” His eyes twinkled. “Make him beg.”

Michael got in a single murderous glance before his eyes rolled back and a long

groan tore out of his chest.

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“Good?” said Lise
‟
s husky voice in his ear, her hand working him with mind-

numbing skill.

“
Nngh
,” he managed. It took a moment before he could summon up the resolution

to grab her wrist. “S-stop.” He helped himself to a delightfully dirty kiss.

“Now you, Dax.” He grinned as horrified comprehension dawned on the Aetherii
‟
s

face. “You
‟
ll just have to hang on while we play with you. Payback
‟
s a bitch. Anyway,

you can never have enough oil, not for a virgin. C
‟
mon, farm boy, open up.”

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The Ten Nations Fair:

The oldest and largest of the traveling fairs, operated by a population of several hundred

Travelers. (See Travelers—Society and Religion) The Fair offers a diverse range of

entertainments, prominent among which are a circus, a tavern and various sideshows. Despite a

dubious reputation, there is much to enjoy for the visitor with his wits about him.

Excerpt from the
Great Encyclopedia
, compiled by Miriliel the Burnished.

* * * * *

Dax growled but complied. Chuckling, his blood bubbling with something very like

joy, Michael drew Lise down next to him. Her eyes had gone smoky dark. “Here,

sweetheart.” He picked up her hand, pressed his lips to her scar, then guided her,

shifting his grip to her wrist. “Just one to begin with. Go slow and you won
‟
t hurt him.”

Choking, Dax came up on his elbows. “Godsdammit, man, will you just—
Aargh!
”

His head fell back.

Lise froze. “Shit! Dax, you all right?”

Liseriel the Gray in a panic. That was something you didn
‟
t see every day. “Ignore

him.” Michael slid a finger in next to hers, his heart singing even as his balls cramped.

“You
‟
re doing it perfectly. We
‟
re going to take our time, get this pretty ass all stretched

and ready.”

Dax had seized great fistfuls of the quilt. “Not…pretty,” he gritted.

Michael laughed outright. “You are if I say you are.” He leaned down to nip at

Dax
‟
s gasping mouth. “We
‟
re going to suck you and fuck you hard enough to curl your

tail.” He soothed the sting with his tongue. “And by all the gods, you
‟
re going to love it.

So if it takes an hour to prepare this sweet ass to my satisfaction, it takes an hour. Got

it?”

“Huh.” The green eyes were bright with passion, with love. They narrowed. “And

then it
‟
s your turn. Payback
‟
s a bitch, thief.”

Whereupon Michael had to curse and tug hard on his already aching balls while

Lise chortled with amusement. “Count on me, Dax,” she said. “I
‟
ll help.”

As it turned out, it took only ten minutes to reduce Dax to an almost seven-foot

bundle of nerves, his magnificent cock weeping steadily onto the tense muscles of his

belly. Another five and he was pleading, hoarse and desperate.

* * * * *

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They were both so gorgeous, so thoroughly, unmistakably male, that Lise grew

dizzy with the musky scent rising from their skin, the casual flex of well-honed muscle,

the hardness of bone beneath her exploring fingers. Unlikely as it seemed, she couldn
‟
t

doubt her power over them.

She marveled. She was Liseriel the Gray, who was…well,
gray
, the least spectacular

Aetherii it was possible to imagine, and yet here she was, naked on a mountaintop

doing the most extraordinarily, wonderfully dirty things with the two most beautiful

men she
‟
d ever known, loving it—and loving them.

Gods, they
‟
d come so close to losing Michael entirely. Reflexively, she tightened the

grip of her tail around his thigh. He cursed when the feathery tip whisked over his

balls, so she did it again, continuing up over the length of his straining cock, soft as a

whisper. Again and again and again, feeling him shudder with pleasure.

He thought he was so clever, so very bad, their foolish thief, but he had no idea

how expressive that handsome face could be. She
‟
d spent her professional life watching

the subtle nuances of eyes and hands, did he think she wouldn
‟
t work it out? She bent

to nibble all around Dax
‟
s flaring crown, leaving the shaft to Michael. The skin was

mouthwateringly smooth and hot, salty on her tongue. Dax made a beautiful, whining

sound, deep in his throat.

The code of the slum—Fuck them before they fuck you, thrust love away before it

breaks your heart.

Inquisitive fingers drifted up her thigh and she shifted her stance to allow them

access. She thought it might be Dax. Or Michael. Ah gods, who the hell cared? It was

good, fingertips sliding through her folds, separating her labia as if they were the petals

of some delicate blossom. Her eyes fluttered closed.

Michael
‟
s lips had smiled, but his eyes had gone as black as pitch, dark with

repressed agony. His hands had trembled, even as he prepared to brutalize Dax. What

would she have done if he
‟
d gone through with it?

Her belly clenched.

She thought Dax would forgive almost anything—his faith was strong enough to

move mountains. She inhaled deeply, the air up here pure as crystal. All right, if Dax

could trust, so could she. Godsdammit, what wouldn
‟
t she do to see Michael smile with

his whole heart, to see him truly, deeply happy?

Michael ran the flat of his tongue the length of Dax
‟
s cock, with a pause to lick into

the corner of Lise
‟
s mouth on the way past. He lifted his head to stare into Dax
‟
s flushed

face. “Yer ready.” His voice dropped an octave. “Trust me?”

“Always.” Dax reared up to grip Michael
‟
s shoulders. Simultaneously, his tail

snapped around the other man
‟
s waist, jerking him down until they were nose to nose.

“Get fucking on with it or I swear I
‟
ll—”

Michael
‟
s grin became positively feral. “You
‟
ll what?”

Dax growled like a
fellwolf
. “Roll you over and shove my cock in your ass
‟
til you

feel it in your throat.”

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Michael gave a sharp bark of laughter, his face alight with love and lust. “You can

try, birdy.”

A hand on Lise
‟
s cheek, he kissed her, swift and deep. “Suck him for me,

sweetheart. Make it good.” A
flutterbye
brush of lips over her eyebrow. “You
‟
re next, I

promise.”

Every nerve tingled as if her skin were too small for her body. “You bet I am,” she

said once her lips were free. But she didn
‟
t bend to take Dax in her mouth. Instead, she

sat back on her heels. No way was she going to miss a second of this, her beautiful men

together.

Michael nudged Dax
‟
s tail out of the way and leaned forward, one hand steadying

his cock, the other on the Aetherii
‟
s knee. He pushed, watching Dax
‟
s face intently.

Dax hauled in a huge breath. “More,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No.” Beads of sweat stood on Michael
‟
s forehead and upper lip. “Wait a

godsbedamn minute.” He rubbed his palm in a rough circle over Dax
‟
s belly. “That
‟
s it.

Relax, let me in.”

Lise stared. Michael
‟
s concentration was absolute, his face tight with concern, with

care
. Did he even realize how he radiated his love? Gods, he
glowed
with it.

His touch on her shoulder made her start. “You all right?”

Now all that attention, all that shining love, was focused on her. Lise blinked. At

first a trickle then a flood, joy washed through her like warm honey, exquisitely sweet

and more welcome than she could ever have imagined.

“Yes,” she said in a rough whisper. “I
‟
m perfect. And so are you.” She glanced

down at Dax
‟
s tense face. “Both of you.”

Michael
‟
s teeth flashed white. When he brushed his knuckles over her breast, her

nipple drew up so sharply she gasped. He nodded at where Dax
‟
s cock curved over his

belly, long and thick and proud. “C
‟
mon, Lise,” he said. “Together or not at all.”

By all the gods, it was going to work.
They
were going to work.

Her hearts singing, Lise wrapped a fist around Dax
‟
s base and swallowed as much

of his solid girth as she was able. The demanding weight of him on her tongue was a

pure joy. He wasn
‟
t going to last long, she could taste the desperation leaking from him,

his masculine essence familiar and dear after the past few months. From the corner of

her eye, she watched the flex of Michael
‟
s buttocks as he began a cautious rhythm,

pressing deeper with every stroke.

Every inward thrust, every dragging withdrawal, was echoed in the throb and jerk

of Dax
‟
s hard cock against her tongue and palate. Each stroke pounded a merciless

drumbeat at the base of her tail, behind her clit, in the creamy folds of her sex. Even as

Michael fucked Dax, knowing him in the most intimate way one man could know

another, he was fucking her—they both were. And yet she was empty and weeping,

aching to be filled. Gods, it was strange! But wonderful as well.

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Distantly, she was aware of the cool softness of Dax
‟
s wing, curled over her back,

their feathers tangling softly together. Beneath her cheek, his abdominal muscles

expanded and contracted. She fumbled a hand down between her legs, choking when

her searching fingertips found the engorged knot of her clit. Feathers crowded against

her fingers, pushing them aside to flick against her cleft, over and over, each slap of

Dax
‟
s tailtip sending an erotic spike rocketing through her pelvis.

Moaning, she increased the pressure on his cock, letting the sound of her delight

become an integral part of the suction, showing him how much she loved it, loved him.

This was connection, this was love,
belonging
. Pleasure given and received in a beautiful

erotic dance that circled and swooped from one to the other, to the other, to the other.

Michael swiveled his hips—gods, she remembered that movement!—and Dax

bucked, crying out.

“Good?” panted Michael.

“
Aargh!
” Dax speared his fingers into Lise
‟
s hair. “Damn you, don
‟
t stop!” He

writhed. “Gods. Fuck!”

Michael hooked his arms under Dax
‟
s knees, lifted and thrust hard, altering the

angle. “There?”

Dax roared, every muscle in his body going rigid. His tail froze, pressed hard

against her throbbing labia. “
Lise,
” he growled, so guttural she could barely make out

her name. He tugged at her hair then her arm.

“
Mmm?
” Half lost in an erotic fog, she let his shaft slip from her mouth.

“Up…here.”

Dax hauled her up until she was sprawled over his chest, a tingling press of nerves,

skin against skin. “L-love you,” he gasped. “Ah!” He shuddered, teeth biting down on

his lip so hard the plump flesh went white. “Need— I need—”