Hidden Depths (41 page)

Her body was too excited to resist the extra force. He was in her then, penetrating her completely but for the ring Ciran’s fingers formed. She and Hattori both moaned loudly. The head of his penis was squashed to the end of her.

It amazed her that she could feel it, that she had nerves to register this deep intrusion. She couldn’t remember feeling this with other men. Hattori seemed to relish the sensation. His hands clamped around her bottom, like he’d stay right where he was forever.

Kat knew he wouldn’t. No matter how good he felt, his body was incapable of remaining still. As if to prove it, he ground ferociously into her for about five heartbeats.

“Fuck,” he snarled and let loose with all his might.

Ciran couldn’t shove then. All he could do was protect her from being battered against the wall. She gave thanks the females of her class were resilient.

Hattori’s thrusts were glorious: long, thick, with that wonderful extra swell in the middle of his shaft. The added pressure did things to her sexual nerves, things she hadn’t known them capable of. She gasped for air as a quick orgasm struck like a lightning bolt.

She knew she’d just gotten him wetter.

“Again,” Hattori ordered, his hips working like he wanted to paint every cell on his cock in her essence, and from every possible angle. “Princess, do it again.” Ciran grunted, his muscles straining stiff as stone behind her. His cock strafed up and down the curve of her ass. From the feel of it, he was very close to going with her. Hattori must have recognized the warnings.

“Don’t come,” he said harshly. “You know where I want you when you spill.” Ciran cursed but stopped rubbing himself against her so hard and fast.

Brief though it was, the exchange opened a window to their sexual preferences. Hattori liked being fucked, and truly it was no wonder, if his experimental genes were doing what she suspected. Royals had kith glands piggy-backed on their prostates. In the later stages of heat, they craved few things more than having both well pounded. If nothing else, the predilection pushed the upper ranks to erotic adventurousness, whether through toys or additional partners.

“Do you itch yet?” Kat asked, unable to contain the intrusive question.

“Like I’d welcome a regiment back there,” Hattori admitted ruefully.

“Has your kith ever risen?”

Hattori jerked his head no. Now that she was looking for signs, she noticed he was squeezing his ass together each time he thrust into her. “It just ... feels like it should.”

He groaned as he treated her - and himself - to an especially lengthy plunge.

“Sorry,” he said. “Don’t think I can talk anymore.” She let him focus on his pleasure; let him focus on hers, if it came to that. He knew how to make her come, and Ciran knew how to help. She didn’t think she could have stopped them even if she’d been inclined to. Too many fingers were finding too many sensitive spots. She lost count of her orgasms though, strangely, none prevented her from wanting more. Each time she grew creamier inside, Hattori’s efforts became more crazed. She wondered if they ought to stop. If he couldn’t come, maybe continuing would be cruel. The arousal of males in rut could rise indefinitely, but - without release - might not recede for days. Hattori hadn’t even had a dry orgasm, which normally he’d have done.

Then, all at once, everything he did slowed down: his breathing, his thrusts, the long, low moans that escaped from him. He was driving into her just as hard, but he was
really
paying attention.

“Fate,” he breathed, his eyes nearly rolling back. “Ciran.” Ciran kissed the back of her neck. “That’s my cue, princess.” Hattori had lost his strength to hold her, or maybe he just wanted his weight powering into her from above. As Ciran slipped out from behind her, Hattori lowered her to the polished wood of the guesthouse hall. They lay at a slant, because the hall was too narrow to accommodate their height. The hardness of the floorboards couldn’t lessen the pleasure of being ravished in this new position.

Ciran watched them revel in it as he tore off his clothes. She was glad he wanted to be naked. His body was hard - and more dangerous looking than she’d foreseen. Pale thin scars marked the lean muscles of his chest.

“Wait,” she panted as he prepared to kneel.

He looked at her. Despite the thick hot organ being drawn so deliciously in and out of her, she was caught again in the spell of Ciran’s bicolor eyes.

“Let me kiss your cock,” she said. “Let me do for you what you did for him.” Ciran didn’t expect that, and neither did Hattori. His tantalizing thrusting slowed even more.

“You want to suck me,” Ciran verified.

Kat didn’t understand his doubt - unless the women he shared with Hattori somehow failed to notice him.

“Yes,” she said. “I want to, and not just to thank you for the pleasure you’ve given me.”

Hattori didn’t add his opinion, maybe because he couldn’t speak. Instead, groaning, he tipped her up until they were coupling on their knees. This position had new charms, but his head turned to his partner, gesturing Ciran closer with a jerk of his chin. Hattori’s pulse drummed visibly in his neck. Kat could think of only one reason why this would be.

Hattori was looking forward to watching her fellate his friend. Happy to oblige, she smoothed her hair neatly behind her. That earned her a twitch from the organ inside of her.

Without taking her left hand from Hattori, she let her right smooth over Ciran’s hip. The tensing of his tendons enchanted her, the hair-trigger responsiveness of his nerves. In return, Ciran laid a hand on her shoulder. His light clasp moved with her as Hattori’s rolling thrusts rose and fell.

Clearly anticipating going weak in the knees, Ciran braced his second palm on the opposite wall. “He can’t stop while you’re doing me. He’s too far into arousal.”

Kat sensed this wasn’t a complaint. It wouldn’t have been for her either.

They’d happily work around Hattori’s needs.

Ciran sucked in a breath as she leaned to him. She licked his cock just for pleasure, tasting his sweetness and swirling around the head. Beads of pre-ejaculate welled from its center, which she found rather flattering. His penis trembled, so she took him.

He slid into her mouth like steel wrapped in satin, hot and thick and just long enough to give her a sense of accomplishment. Evidently wanting more control over her, Ciran’s hand moved from her shoulder to cup her skull.

“Oh that’s nice,” he said, guiding her to him as he thrust carefully. “Kat.” She loved the way this pair said her name. “Ciran,” she murmured around him, and thrilled to his small shudder.

Excitement building, he pushed farther into her mouth. Hattori’s breathing quickened as Ciran went in and out. His hands squeezed her hips, ensuring she didn’t stray too far from his thrusts. Instinct told her he wished
he
were licking Ciran.

“You’re as good at that as he is,” he gasped.

She wasn’t. No one could be. Nonetheless, it couldn’t be denied that the second guard was having trouble holding back his climax. The noises he made were broken, his guiding fingers stiff. Sucking him harder felt wonderfully mischievous.

Hattori seemed enthralled by his friend’s struggle. “It’s usually him going down on me. I never knew he’d look like this.”

This was reason enough to ring her lips beneath Ciran’s rim and focus some good licks there. The taste of him grew stronger, the fluid that wasn’t seed yet increasing in volume. She held tighter onto his hip, some deep part of her longing to make him forget himself. He groaned at the intensification of her tongue’s pressure.

“Enough,” he said breathlessly, pulling free of her. His cupping hand slid down the side of her hair. “Thank you.”

Hattori’s fascinated gaze was locked on Ciran’s exceedingly upright cock, at the evidence of her suckling shining bright on that taut flushed skin. As if the sight were too much to bear, he closed his eyes and turned back to her. His arms hugged her close as he buried his face against her shoulder.

He almost looked frightened by what was coming.

Kat didn’t think that was true, though he trembled and held her tighter as Ciran moved into place behind him. No, what caused this big, lethal man to vibrate like a tuning fork was that he needed this so much. He was vulnerable -

not only to Ciran, whom he knew and trusted, but also to her. Yama didn’t fancy being vulnerable, and guards liked it even less. Ciran smoothed Hattori’s hunched shoulder muscles and tucked himself close to him.

“She licked me,” he whispered next to Hattori’s ear. “You’re going to feel her essence on me when I push in.”

If Ciran meant this as a warning, it didn’t prepare his friend. Sound rattled in Hattori’s throat at the first intrusion. Apparently, her genetics suited him, sensitizing his anal passage as Ciran pushed into it. His spine stretched, his mouth, his breath coming hot and ragged on Kat’s neck. He caught her hips to him in grips of iron. He couldn’t thrust now, or at least he couldn’t withdraw. Her cream had bespelled his cock, and he lusted after her depths too much. Helpless to move other than squirming, he had to rely on Ciran to push him over that final edge.

Ciran wasn’t shy about exercising power. His lean features hardened with purpose, each strong thrust targeting the aching gland his friend hid inside. Over and over, his drives massaged it, his angles shifting but not the force he used. Kat could only imagine how that smooth swollen crest would feel. Hattori moaned with pleasure, straining desperately for climax. When the extra thickness in the middle of his shaft pulsated, Kat’s desire coiled in sympathy.

“Almost,” Ciran rasped.

And then Hattori began to go.

She felt his face twist against her shoulder, felt the sudden liquid heat shoot inside of her. Hattori let out a muffled shout and ground his glans crazily deeper.

He must have craved the extra friction, but the pressure so deep within her sex triggered a fierce climax.

The effect of her added wetness was dramatic.

“Move,” Hattori begged like he was dying. “Both of you, move faster.” She and Ciran obeyed, humping him wildly from either side. It didn’t matter that they weren’t in synch. Hattori writhed between them, gasping, seized by more ecstasy than he could handle ... or get enough of.

“Never,” he choked out a minute into it. “Never like this before.” On and on, he abandoned himself to it. This much seed must have been storing up for cycles, and understandably Kat was a partner he was eager to take full advantage of. He flooded her as he’d promised, but she loved the messiness of it. The profound relief he was displaying moved her, his intensity catching. She was no more able to stop climaxing than he was. Somewhere in the middle of the madness, Ciran groaned and went over too.

He pressed his face to Hattori’s shoulder, his hands clamped on Hattori’s heaving pectorals. The contortions of Ciran’s expression suggested he’d needed this release as much as his lover.

Seeing this satisfied a tension Kat hadn’t known she had.

When all of them were sated, she sagged in Hattori’s lap. The men weren’t as flattened as she was, but they hadn’t been coming since the start. Hands ran soothingly over her, mouths pressed by turns to her skin. Though these men were strangers, she’d never felt so cared for. If it were an illusion, she didn’t want to know. Perhaps they understood the yearning. Two male sighs echoed in her ears.

“There’s a prince-size bed in the next room,” Ciran observed to no one in particular.

There was, and Hattori carried her to it, only staggering slightly as he went.

He lay down with her in his arms, then drew one hand down her front and tucked it between her thighs. She suspected he liked the feel of his seed marking her. Kat didn’t mind. She could shower later. For now, she was too relaxed.

His other arm made a perfect addition to the pillow.

Close as they were, her hand rose naturally to Hattori’s face, tracing its smooth carved lines. He lay on his left side, and the pillow hid his birthmark. The perfection of what remained was new and interesting.

Hattori’s eyes crinkled as he pretended to bite one curious finger. “You all right? No headache or dizziness?”

Kat’s eyebrows quirked. “Now you’re asking me about signs of a concussion?

After you introduced me to your personal earthquake?”

“I checked your eyes when I pinned you to the wall earlier. Your pupils weren’t uneven.”

She remembered how blazingly angry he’d been - and how blazingly aroused.

“You’re a man with great powers of concentration.” A cloth dropped to the carpet beside the bed. Though the platform was sturdy, it creaked as Ciran’s weight descended on the mattress. Hattori’s gaze flicked watchfully to his friend’s approach. Kat didn’t think the reaction was jealousy, more like he wasn’t certain Ciran would be welcomed.

“Your stitches didn’t strain while you were blowing me,” Ciran said.

Hattori made a sound that could have been a chuckle. “That I didn’t notice. I was too busy watching the show.”

Ciran grunted, sighed, and snuggled up to the lower part of Kat’s body. His head rested on her side above her waist, his groin finding a comfy home against the back of her legs. He’d tidied up with the cloth he’d dropped. His smooth lax penis was warm and clean. The carefulness of the action struck her. When it came to sex, these men knew how to please a woman. They were as skillful as they were passionate. That being the case, the intimacy of cuddling - and whether she’d like him doing it - had to be what he was insecure about.

Kat moved her hand to rub Ciran’s side. He butted her shoulder blade with his silken hair, a hunting dog asking soundlessly for more praise. Thinking he deserved it, Kat reached back to stroke his head.

“You’re so sweet,” Hattori said in a marveling tone.

Kat snorted, unconvinced that what she’d done with them fell under that term.

“You are,” he insisted, and again came that note of the tentative. “Sweeter than either of us scarred blades deserve.”

Kat thought before she spoke. She knew their previous assignments couldn’t all have been as innocuous as guarding her cousins, but neither could she believe them undeserving of kindness. Deep down, she knew they were good men.