Savage Satisfaction (16 page)

“If you don’t want that we won’t do it,” William promised
her, cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. She looked into his, trying to
see the man she hoped he was through the layers of fear he’d instilled in her.

“I won’t let him do it,” Christoffer said.

“You will if he asks,” Mirela said.

Christoffer sighed. “Things are different now.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” William said. “What I want is for you,
for us, to be happy. And I am ordering Christoffer to protect you, even from
me.”

“Truly?”

William nodded.

“That’s right,” Christoffer added. “I will never let him
hurt you or make you a prisoner again. I should have stopped him. I should have
helped you, but I was jealous.”

“Why?”

“Because he loves you.”

Mirela wiggled until they gave her space to turn around. She
looked Christoffer in the eye. He loved William, not her. He was probably
saying these things only because William wanted to hear them.

“I care for you too.” He cupped her cheek. “I think I’m
falling in love with you. I hate myself for hurting you and yes, I will protect
you from William, even if it would mean he’d hate me.”

She believed him. His bright-blue eyes were steady and deep.
He seemed older and more capable than ever before. Her falcon trusted the wolf.
Did she trust the man?

Tentatively, Mirela rose onto her toes, tipping her face up.
Christoffer lowered his lips to hers.

Her nipples, sensitive from their earlier fondling, rubbed
against Christoffer’s chest. William gathered her hair in his hands, moving it
to the side to kiss the back of her neck as Christoffer deepened their kiss,
sweeping his tongue over her lips.

Mirela felt flushed. Their big male bodies surrounded her,
protected her, threatened her. She didn’t know if she wanted it hard or soft,
rough or gentle. Her arousal was so acute she was shaking with it, her sex
already wet.

“My knight,” she said, touching Christoffer’s face. “My
king.” She tipped her head back against William.

William spun her around, lifted her onto her toes and kissed
her. Mirela’s lips felt bruised from their kisses, her face rubbed raw by each
man’s slight stubble, but she felt loved and safe in a way she’d never known
before.

Christoffer spread her legs, reaching between them to fondle
her sex. “She’s wet,” he told William.

In response, William pulled Mirela down with him, onto a bed
of grass and cool earth. “We’re both going to pleasure you,” William told her.

“Is this how it will be now, us together?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” William said, squeezing her breast. “Other
times it will be just Christoffer and me, or just you and me.”

“And we’ll still have our bathroom fun,” Christoffer said,
kneeling beside them. He took her other breast, flicking her nipple with his
thumb.

“There is just one rule,” William said, and his face was
hard and commanding, that of the Lord of Eahrington. Mirela and Christoffer
looked at him attentively.

“Her pussy is mine.”

Mirela shivered.

“Yes, my lord,” Christoffer said.

William fisted his hand in Christoffer’s hair and pulled the
younger man in for a hard kiss. Mirela trailed her eyes over them, liking the
contrast of Christoffer’s golden skin against William’s paler flesh. She wished
William were naked.

Christoffer’s cock was shiny and rock-hard, the tip
glistening. Mirela took it in her mouth, smiling when the wolf moaned.
William’s hand cupped her head, pushing her onto Christoffer’s cock, urging her
to take more.

She obeyed, sucking him into her mouth until her lips met
her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

Both men moved, Christoffer kneeling up and helping Mirela get
on her hands and knees. William went to Mirela’s ass. He stroked her back and
waist, slid his hands down her thigh, then back up the insides, urging her legs
apart.

His fingers found her sex, petting and stroking the naked
flesh. He lightly pinched the lips of her sex before finally rubbing her clit.
Mirela forgot what she was supposed to be doing as pleasure shook her.

William’s thumb pressed into her. “Suck his cock,” he
ordered, voice gruff.

Mirela started at the reminder, then lapped at Christoffer’s
cock. William’s thumb moved to her clit and began rubbing in a circular
pattern. Her body shook with pleasure. She was close. The urge to clench her
teeth as unbearable pleasure built within her was so strong Mirela pulled away
from Christoffer’s cock, scared of hurting him. She let her head dangle between
her arms, gasping and moaning as William pleasured her. With a chuckle,
Christoffer reached for her breasts, pulling her nipples down, stretching them.

“Tell me when you’re going to come.” William clenched her
hips and pumped into her.

“Now, now. Now!”

Mirela threw her head back, teeth clenched as she came. The
ride was short but sweet and as the pleasure faded she started to collapse down
onto the ground.

They didn’t let her.

William stripped and lay back, then pulled Mirela atop him.
Suddenly hungry for a cock to fill her, Mirela immediately positioned her hips and
slid down on him, impaling herself. He was thick, filling her, and it was very
good.

Then Christoffer was there, his hands on her breasts, his
lips on her neck. She could feel his cock, wet from her mouth, on her back.

He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, biting and nipping her
neck.

The pressure her orgasm had alleviated began to build again.
Mirela grabbed William’s wrist, pushing his hand against her sex, wanting him
to touch her clit, to make her come.

Instead he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down so she
lay on his chest. Now Christoffer’s hands were between her legs, stroking the
lips of her sex and the place where William’s cock entered her.

Christoffer’s fingers slid up from her sex, between the
globes of her ass and across her anus. Mirela yelped at the unexpected touch.

“Christoffer is going to fuck your ass,” William told her.
His eyes were on her face, waiting for a reaction.

She knew such a thing existed, Christoffer had told her
about it, but she’d assumed that was something men only did to each other.

“That will work?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Christoffer said from her back. “It’s going to
feel good, hurt a little, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Then we’ll both be inside you,” William said, kissing her
cheek, her forehead, “and we’ll all be together.”

Christoffer’s finger, wet from its time in her sex, pressed
against her anus. Mirela clenched but he pushed, hard, and his finger entered
her.

“Oh, it hurts,” she cried out. They soothed her, big hands
running over her body. William flexed his hips, his cock shifting within her.
That sent a shaft of pleasure through her so that as Christoffer’s finger
pushed in deeper, forcing open the ring of her ass, a dark, forbidden pleasure
filled her.

Mirela shook her head, overwhelmed, confused by what she was
feeling.

“Relax,” Christoffer murmured. “I have to have you.”

William lifted her off his cock, holding her in place so
that she was still astride him but his cock rubbed against her belly.

“Why?” she asked.

“You’re a virgin.”

“No I’m not. We just had sex.”

“You’re an anal virgin. Christoffer is going to fuck you,
but it would hurt too much for us to be in you at the same time.”

“That’s the advanced class,” Christoffer said. His fingers
dipped into her pussy then returned to her ass. “I’m going to add another
finger.”

The pressure against her rear entrance increased and she
winced. William’s finger slid into her sex, finding and stroking her clit.
Mirela relaxed and Christoffer pressed two fingers into her. He pumped his
fingers in and out of her ass as William toyed with her clit. Christoffer added
a third finger and she whimpered at the first flush of pain, but it quickly
morphed into pleasure.

Then his fingers were gone and the blunt head of his cock
was there, pushing, pushing.

Mirela cried out, thrashing against William. But he held her
still, reaching between them to pinch and twist her nipple.

William urged her to lift her chest, bracing her hands on
the ground beside William’s ribs. Christoffer’s belly was now flush to her back
and he kissed her shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you. Are you ready?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice trembling, “but I want it. I
want this.”

Christoffer pushed, edging his cock another half inch into
her. Mirela responded by shifting her hips forward, which rubbed her clit on William’s
cock. When Christoffer pulled back, nearly withdrawing from her ass, she sank
down onto William’s cock.

Suddenly she understood how this would work, and Mirela
smiled down at William. He looked up at her, all power and control. He lifted
her off his cock and then Christoffer thrust in again.

The slide of the wolf’s cock in and out of her ass began to
build a pleasure of its own. William’s cock rubbed her clit, occasionally
sliding into her pussy when Christoffer withdrew, and his hands were rough and
demanding on her nipples.

The rhythm built slowly, but soon the pauses between the
strokes were gone and Christoffer was panting in her ear and nipping her
shoulder. William was watching them with possessive eyes, his jaw clenched.

Mirela lifted one hand and stroked his lips. He sucked her
finger into his mouth.

Christoffer shifted, bracing himself, and then slammed into
her with such force Mirela almost fell onto William. Christoffer was wild, his
thrusts savage and demanding. William put his hands on her hips, holding her
still for Christoffer to fuck.

She was battered and buffeted by them, unbearably full and
teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t understand.

William reared up, bracing on one hand, and wrapped his free
arm around Christoffer, binding them together. His cock was cradled by the lips
of her sex, the head rubbing her clit. Mirela tumbled over the edge she’d been
teetering on.

Screaming, she came, raking her nails down William’s chest
and Christoffer’s arm.

Christoffer came next, his teeth sinking into Mirela’s
shoulder, his cock pushed deep into her ass. He withdrew and helped William
reposition her so he could slide into her pussy. Mirela gasped as her
orgasm-tight body accepted William’s cock. Christoffer’s hands on her nipples
had her dancing on the edge of another orgasm and William thrust up into her.

William captured Mirela’s lips in a kiss as he came, cock
twitching inside her. Christoffer dipped a hand into her pussy and rubbed her
clit until she came again, her body clenching around William’s cock, which was
still buried inside her.

They collapsed onto the ground, a sweaty, tired mix of arms
and legs.

* * * * *

Two days later Mirela fell in love, beyond a shadow of a
doubt.

William read her a story.

Mirela hadn’t ever read much, as there were few books her
family approved of. She’d gone through William’s library, looking for something
to pass the time, but had been overwhelmed.

Where were the plain stories?

She picked up one with a picture of a woman in a beautiful
old-fashioned dress only to discover it was a story about a real queen and so
full of words she didn’t know she gave up.

Discouraged and embarrassed by her illiteracy, Mirela had
curled up in the chair behind the desk, hiding her face in her knees.

That’s how William found her.

William knelt before her, kind and understanding as she
admitted that she couldn’t read well. He didn’t make a joke of it, as
Christoffer would have. He looked at her with kind eyes and said, “You like
medieval stories, don’t you? Knights and kings?”

She’d nodded, blushing slightly because he knew that from
her common mid-sex exclamations that included calling Christoffer her knight
and William her king.

He’d gone to the shelves and pulled down a book called
King
Arthur and his Knights
. He brought her to the window box, settling her on
one end of the seat, her feet on his lap as he sat beside her.

And he read to her.

Mirela relaxed in the warm sunshine as William read to her
of the good King Arthur, Guinevere, the Knights Lancelot, Balin and Gareth.

Mirela imagined King Arthur’s voice had probably sounded
exactly like William’s.

She watched him as he read. He was relaxed, his shoulders
slouched, his hair mussed. Sometimes he would look up from the words, smile at
her, then keep reading. He had things to do that day, which was why Mirela had
gone looking to fill her time with reading, and yet he’d forgotten all that in
favor of reading to her.

In that magic afternoon, she fell finally and irrevocably in
love.

When he finished the story of King Pellenore, Mirela sat up.
He looked at her questioningly.

“I love you,” she said.

He looked shocked, then terribly vulnerable. “I didn’t think
you would, or could.”

“You are kind and wonderful—you were hiding it from us, but
now I see it. I feel safe and happy and there is nothing I love more than
flying for you. And you reading to me.”

He looked at the book in surprise, but Mirela didn’t want to
explain why she’d fallen in love. She kissed him and he returned the kiss. They
made love on the window bench, the first time they’d been alone together since the
night he’d let her go.

It was soft, another first. William sat with his back to the
window, Mirela on his lap, her arms around him, cheek on his shoulder as they
rocked together. It was slow, but when her orgasm arrived it left Mirela as
refreshed as if she’d just been flying.

Wanting to spend more time with him, she asked him to be her
falconer. Without hesitation, William had gone for his glove. She changed in
his office and then he carried her through the house on his wrist. Mirela flew
from his arm into the bright sky. She twirled and dove, even flying on her
back, showing off for him.