Hidden Depths (17 page)

This was a different kind of possessiveness, one that said he had the right to be tender. Deep in his eyes, she saw sadness. That might have called to her most of all. He thought he loved her and knew she didn’t feel the same. Saying it aloud couldn’t have made it more obvious.

“Okay?” he asked.

She nodded, afraid to trust her voice.

He drew back within her, but couldn’t seem to pull out all the way. With a groan, he rocked back in just as his penis would have slipped free, his still-hard shaft forging slowly, deliciously into her.

“Sorry,” he panted. “I can’t stop quite yet. This heat is making me crazy. I think I need to spill at least one more time.”

Olivia bit her lip, really,
really
not wanting to turn him down. Anso pulled back and pushed again, dragging a groan of desire from her.

“Maybe you should change positions,” Ty said. “You might make her sore if you keep going at her the same way.”

She didn’t know when Ty had dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed.

She certainly hadn’t noticed him taking off his clothes. Anso’s mattress was set flush into the floor, and was twice as big as the one in the other room. Ty knelt on the rumpled covers, his tight butt resting on his heels, his cock sticking up like a flushed pink pole. His pubic fur was lighter gold than Anso’s, and she couldn’t help thinking the colors would look nice side-by-side. Ty’s strangely beautiful yellow eyes gleamed at her. The faint leopard spots on his skin looked completely strokable.

“I never saw a man take a woman before,” he said. “Not outside of a porno flick. I wouldn’t have thought it was okay to be that rough.” He seemed to want information for himself.

“Rough feels good when its him doing it,” she said.

He nodded. “I like it when he’s rough too.”

She didn’t think he was hoping to make her jealous, just sharing a fact with her, almost as if he wanted to make friends. Did either of these men know how to be intimate with women? For that matter, how good were they at being intimate with each other? They were giving off a definite shortage-of-communication vibe.

Ty looked at Anso then, and both men’s Adam’s apples bobbed.

“Take her again,” Ty whispered. “From behind, so I’ll have a clear view of you going in.”

Maybe from someone else, this request would have been presumptuous. Anso was the king after all. He pulled out of her, possibly so he could clear his head and consider the suggestion. Olivia doubted hers were the only eyes to sneak to his rock-hard, cream-licked cock. Anso seemed not to know he was attracting admiration. His attention stayed on Ty. As it did, James’s fingers curled around hers from the other side. He’d knelt on the mattress too. Olivia’s head jerked to him. She had just enough time to take in the calmness of his eyes.

Her husband certain had sides she hadn’t known were there.

“Okay,” Anso said, sending involuntary thrills cruising up her spine. “If Olivia is agreeable, we’ll do this as you suggest.” Olivia’s limbs were shaking, but she had no objection. Anso and James both helped her turn onto her front. Ty found a bolster pillow with the ideal firmness for propping up her hips. All this assistance made for an odd team sport. By the time she was in the desired position, all three men were breathing more heavily.

That was a sound she didn’t think she would soon forget, no more than the singular buzz of being watched. Some impulse made her rest her right cheek against the mattress, so that her eyes faced Ty. When he noticed her attention, his breathing went choppy. She smiled, and she was pretty sure he saw.

“Give me your oil,” he rasped, more or less in Anso’s direction. “I want to share it with James.”

She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to another man saying James’s name in that tone, but she couldn’t deny it was a turn on.

“Please do,” she said to Anso, perhaps emboldened by Ty’s daring. “I’d like to watch your best friend jack off while you’re taking me.” Anso’s hands had been smoothing around her bottom, admiring the softness he’d commented on earlier. His caresses stopped at her words. She thought what she’d asked was fair, but she hoped she hadn’t offended him.

She hadn’t, apparently, or his hands wouldn’t have resumed circling her.

“All right,” he said, a hint of a shake in it. “I think I’d like that as well.”

* * *

They misshaped them, and made noises, and yanked at their balls unself-consciously. These were private habits, used because they were what felt best, and because their attention was so focused on Anso driving his cock in and out of her.

The king wasn’t as crazed as before, but by God, he was intense.

The moans of pleasure he let out were as arousing as James or Ty’s.

Ty, she noticed, like to play with his balls a
lot
.

“Is she tight?” Ty gasped between tugging strokes. Olivia suspected he wanted to know exactly what Anso was feeling more than he wanted to take his place.

Anso groaned, momentarily incapable of answering. “She’s a ... fucking fist.” He worked himself into that fist more emphatically. “Maybe -” He grunted as he hit her end. “Maybe she and James ... will let you feel for yourself.” The offer was unexpected - and possibly she’d been wrong about Ty not wanting to take Anso’s place.

“Shit,” he said, abruptly stroking himself so quickly his hand was a blur.

“Why did you tell me that? Now I can’t wait at all.” James and Anso both let out low pained noises. They were going faster too, Ty’s dilemma exciting them. Olivia probably felt the same as they did. Though her pussy was being pummeled better than it ever had in her life, she kept her eyes open and on Ty. She knew he was the one worth watching.

“Shit,” he repeated, seeing her attention. “Just touch me. Just put your hand on my cock.”

Ty was kneeling right beside her, but Anso had to ease some of his weight up so she could reach to him. When she gripped his quivering erection, Ty slapped his hand over hers. Even with her fingers squashed to him, she could tell his skin was as petal soft as the king’s. Her palm fell in love with it just as thoroughly.

Ty seemed to like her grip in return.

“
Agh
,” he cried, forcing it up and down his length. “God. Liv.” He’d used her nickname. James’s nickname for her. The coincidence gave her goose bumps. Hadn’t Anso done the same thing in the tunnel? It wasn’t the only circumstance that sent a thrill through her. Anso slung in hard and started shooting in that extraordinary God-let-me-drill-an-inch-deeper way he had. A second later, James cried out and came like a geyser, hot seed spattering on her back. Ty gasped at that, obviously excited, though he seemed determined to hold on.

“Oh yeah,” he rasped, his hand and hers rough on himself, as if masturbation was better when it felt like a punishment. “You ... are the ... hottest female ever.” She came like his voice made her, like she was a wine press, and his praise slammed all the juice out at the same time. She gushed cream around Anso, the pressure he was exerting suddenly registering twice as strongly on every nerve.

She couldn’t even scream, the orgasm stole her breath.

“
Now
,” Ty growled.

His hips bucked forward as his seed shot from him as lengthily as the other men’s.

When they all were finished, she was covered in jism.

She began to laugh, because she knew she must look a fright. The stuff was all over her. Down her legs. Across her back. Some even dripped from her hair.

“What’s wrong?” Anso panted, pushing shakily back from her.

Olivia collapsed. “Something about ...” She couldn’t get it out; she was dissolving into giggles, rolling up on the bed.

“
Something About Mary
,” James finished for her, chuckling.

“The sequel!” she gasped, and both of them snorted.

“The horror sequel!” he came back.

“I saw that movie,” Ty said, though he seemed mystified as to why they found it hilarious. “You don’t like having semen on you?” Olivia’s laugh quieted with a sigh. “I like it,” she said, smiling reassuringly up at him. “Maybe I’m not as ... natural about being messy as you seals are.”

“It looks sexy,” Ty said. “To me, anyway.”

Oh this one had a sweet streak she could get used to. She’d let go of him in the aftermath, but she reached out now to rub his thigh. She sensed he’d learned to be sweet from his own vulnerability.

“I’m not being polite,” he said, his yellow eyes narrowing. “Seeing you like this really is a turn on.”

She laughed, but her eyes stung without warning. She liked this man, and she liked Anso, but this whole thing was impossible. She was married. James was her real husband.

As if he knew she needed their connection, James took her elbow and helped her stand - or at least sway on both feet. “We’d like to borrow a shower,” he said.

“Just the two of us.”

“Of course,” Anso said. He pushed to his feet and looked at her. “Make yourself at home in mine. And please come back afterward. It would make me happy if ... if we all shared this bed for sleep tonight.” His words seemed to surprise Ty. James, by contrast, had a good poker face -

one of his most valuable CEO assets.

“We’ll talk it over,” he said. “We appreciate being invited and, um, thank you for the sex.”

The moment they were alone in the mile-long white marble bathroom, Olivia shoved his shoulder. “
Thank you for the sex
?” James’s boyish mouth split into a grin. “What was I supposed to say?

Orgasms that extreme deserve to be acknowledged.” Olivia hugged him and sighed into his chest. They had been extreme. Maybe too extreme for comfort.

CHAPTER TEN

BECAUSE
the Forsters were using Anso’s bathroom, he and Ty cleaned up in one of the guest chambers. They didn’t horse around the way they might have before. Anso expected they each had too much to think about. Ty finished first and left, seeming to want to be alone. Respecting that, Anso took his time drying off and donning pajama pants.

He didn’t realize how worried he’d been that Ty would leave altogether until he found him in the casual sitting room that adjoined his king’s bedchamber.

WQON’s midnight news was on the TV, the sound low but audible. Ty was watching sprawled on the well stuffed couch, having grabbed yet another blue and silver Vitul robe for himself. He didn’t keep his own robes here, though Anso would have made room for them.

Wondering if Ty’s choice had a deeper significance, Anso stepped into the room. Ty sat up as he entered. He didn’t pat the cushion beside him, but Anso dropped to it anyway. Kevly Manning, the wereseal newscaster they both liked was covering a dry but important story on recent volatility in the stock market.

Manning had interviewed Anso more than once, and he’d been smart but fair.

Though Anso tried to pay attention to his talk of fluctuating prices, the words slipped right back out his ears.

“Hey,” Ty said, his hand coming to his shoulder. “When did you last get a good night’s sleep?”

“Don’t know,” Anso said, then shook with a mighty yawn. “Not since my heat started, I think.”

Not since his father died, but that sounded too sad to say. He looked at Ty, who probably guessed anyway. “Sometimes she looks at me,” he said, “and I can see it in her eyes. She knows she belongs with me.”

“You
just
found her,” Ty reminded him. “I’m relatively sure it takes more than hormones for mates to fall in love long term.”

“My mother never did.” He didn’t feel better for saying it, just like he had to.

“That was her. And that was your father. You’re your own man.” Anso looked down at his hands. He’d flattened them on his thighs, atop his plain blue pajama bottoms. For one strange second, he didn’t recognize who his hands belonged to. “I’m in love with her already. I look at her, and I ache. I know it sounds ridiculous, and maybe I’m imagining it, but it feels absolutely real.” Ty released a near silent sigh. “Maybe it is real. I guess people fall in love like that sometimes. Olivia doesn’t seem like a bad person. She’s kind enough. And quick. And certainly game in bed. Complications aside, you could do worse for a mate.”

“You want her too.”

“She ... attracts me,” Ty admitted, his chest rising and falling a little more shallowly, though his gaze remained steady. “Were you serious about me taking her if she’s willing?”

“I think I was. My instincts are veering around. One minute, I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching her. The next, exactly that sounds unbelievably exciting.” The idea was making him hard even as he spoke. Ignoring that, he finished telling Ty what he needed to. “I thought when I mated I might stop wanting you, but that isn’t happening.”

The yellow iris around Ty’s expanded pupils flared. He blew out a ragged laugh. “I can’t say the fires have sputtered for me either. The question is, what are we going to do about it?”

Anso didn’t know, and it didn’t seem right to guess. Then his mouth took a sidestep he hadn’t planned. “You probably can’t get her pregnant. She’s already behaving as if her body is keyed to mine.”

“That’s true,” Ty said. Anso hadn’t known he needed this concession until he felt a primitive satisfaction well up in him. Maybe Ty saw the reaction. The corners of his seductive mouth quirked up. “You know, not being able to knock her up won’t make me any less motivated to have sex with her.” An erotic land mine went off inside his groin. In his mind he watched Ty take her, saw the face his best friend made when he came. Ty’s hand was resting behind his shoulder, both their knees turned slightly toward each other. They sat close enough to kiss. In spite of the mammoth relief his body had recently enjoyed, Anso didn’t think he’d ever wanted to fuck Ty more.

“I’m too greedy,” he burst out. “I want all of you.” Ty laughed softly, the light in his eyes dancing. “Some would say that’s the prerogative of a king.”