Szereto, Mellanie - Two Pirates to Treasure [Bewitching Desires 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“What if we would prefer to stay?” Ethan’s words took several seconds to sink in.

Straightening her spine, she kept her gaze trained outside. “Why would you want to stay? You know nothing about this time and nothing about this world. You have to go back.”

“You said the
Whydah
sank. You would send us to our deaths?” Warm breath teased her temple as Grant sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t intend to sound accusatory, Orshy.”

Resisting the pull to lean against him, she scoured her brain for some common sense. “It doesn’t matter. Perhaps you can be returned to another place. I’ll have to ask about that.”

“You’ll ask no such question!” Ethan spun her around and tucked his finger under her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “We wish to stay. No other man is going to lay a hand on you, and I beg your forgiveness for allowing you to believe we would discard you after sharing the intimacies of our bed. I only meant to warn you of the consequences should our liaison be of a fleeting nature. The future is unpredictable.”

She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head. His hand halted the movement, sending another burst of frustration to her already irritated mood. She clenched her jaw and drew in what should’ve been a calming breath before opening her eyes to glare at him. “You
are
like my brother—always thinking you know better than I do what’s best for me. We could’ve all died today, and instead of seizing life by the balls and living, you want to treat me like some fragile flower. I wanted to have sex with you without worrying about tomorrow or next week.”

He cupped her cheek in his palm. “Your family would have nothing to say against your taking of two lovers?”

An unladylike snort escaped before she could stop it. “My brother and his best friend are mated to my sister-in-law. Her sister and her cousin have also each taken a pair of men as their life-mates. My sexual partners are
my
choice. One, two, or many.
I
make that decision. Would you have regrets if we hadn’t been interrupted in your cabin?”

Stepping closer to press himself to Orshy’s back, Grant grasped her hips, holding the indentation of what had to be the seam of her ass against his half-hard cock. “I regret we were unable to please you then. Shall we postpone this discussion until after we remedy that injustice? None of this talk requires our immediate attention. You, however, are in need of some reassurance.”

Her somewhat aloof attitude didn’t fool him. She hid her hurt well behind a mask of haughtiness and sharp words, but her eyes revealed every true emotion—from the pain of rejection to the discomfort of lying. She was a witch. He’d stake his life on it. Considering she hadn’t cursed Ethan or him, the likelihood of a devilish practice of the craft seemed slim at best. Her grandmother’s mere presence had made the hair on his arms stand on end, suggesting a powerful coven of communal witches with Romána as their leader. Had she been the one to transport them to a different place and century?
No, Orsolya is the one we seek. Her skills brought us here.

Ethan leaned in to the front of Orshy, covering her mouth with his, and a moan vibrated through Grant’s chest. He slipped his thumbs into the waist of her skirt, easing it downward to puddle around her ankles. She arched against him as he removed the tiny scrap of fabric covering the shapely curve of her bottom. Pressing her bare skin to his dick, she trembled, encouraging him to trail his fingertips along her thighs.

Another set of hands lifted her chemise over her breasts and higher. She moaned when Ethan severed their connection to pull her clothing past her head and hair. Her body was now as exposed as theirs. Nodding at Grant, Ethan swung her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He followed her down onto the thick covers, pulling one of her lush, ripe nipples between his lips.

Focusing his attention on her pleasure as well, Grant settled on the mattress at her feet. He held her calf as he kissed a path along the graceful line of her instep and up her leg to the silky skin behind her knee. The musky scent of desire drifted to his nose when he shouldered her thighs apart. Moist, pink folds sheltered by black curls greeted him, making his mouth long for a taste of her.

He inhaled, savoring her tangy smell before surrendering to the need to lap up her sweet juices and tease her precious jewel with his tongue. His cock swelled to aching with the first swipe through her muff. He’d prefer to fuck her after he made her come, but he’d gladly accept her mouth as a substitute if she wanted Ethan in that position. Either way, they’d share all the passion and satisfaction they could find together.

Her breath grew shallow as he plunged his tongue into her tunnel and then flicked across her clitoris. “Yes, right there! Don’t stop! Oh, please don’t stop!”

Concentrating on the nub of swollen flesh, he fluttered then sucked until she tensed and cried out. Without a moment’s hesitation, he released her and crawled up to bury himself in her still-contracting cunt.

She rolled him over, straddling him and never losing their connection before she rocked her hips backward to take him deeper. “I want to suck you, Ethan. I need your cock in my mouth. Hurry.”

Ethan stood, bracing himself against the headboard above her and offering her his dick. When she took his length to his balls in one swallow, he groaned. “Make me come, Orshy. Make us all come.”

With her hands on Grant’s chest, she set a rhythmic pace of back and forth as she tweaked his nipples, sending sparks of fire to his balls. He watched Ethan glide in and out of her mouth, and he couldn’t resist grasping her ass to quicken her movement. “You feel so good. Come again with me. Almost there! Suck Ethan hard!”

A flood of pure paradise stole his breath, and he gave a quick upward thrust as she let out a muffled scream and tightened around him, pulsing and squeezing every drop from him.

Ethan growled above them as he stiffened. “Oh, yes, Orshy!”

Heavy panting filled the sudden silence in the room. Grant gathered Orsolya in his arms when she wilted on top of him. The pounding of her heart thumped against his stomach, keeping time with the erratic beat of his own heart in his ears. Ethan dropped to his knees and then collapsed beside them.

A whisper tickled Grant’s neck. “That was worth dying for.”

Her proclamation seemed to come from someone who had never experienced sex, but her readiness and lack of pain spoke of a woman without her virginity intact. Had she lied when she’d told them she was inexperienced?

“Great Grandmother was right. I’m glad I prepared my body for fucking.”

Her casual use of the coarse language confused him. “Were you a virgin, love?”

“Do you mean with men?”

His brain reacted to her question with an image so shockingly erotic he nearly choked. Surely she hadn’t engaged in sex with other women, had she? “Ahem. With anyone—have you ever had sex before today?”

She raised her head and smiled at him. “Only with my toys. If I hadn’t read the manual and used the sexual aides, fucking wouldn’t have been very enjoyable. My pussy was too tight to accommodate your cock before I used the dildos and vibrators to stretch it. I also learned what feels good and what doesn’t. The next time we have sex, I’d like to try taking both of you inside me.”

“You want us both to fit in your vagina?” A virgin’s pain sounded miniscule compared to having two dicks in her cunt.

Her laugh warmed his heart. “No, no, no. I want one of you in my pussy and the other in my ass. I’ve tried it with my smaller toys, and it feels amazing.”

If he couldn’t sense and plainly see her absolute innocence, he would’ve thought her a perverted trollop. That her proposition had him looking forward to next time made him her equal in perversion and desire.

Ethan levered up on his elbow and stroked her back. “We’ll gladly do whatever we must to please you, love, so long as you never lie to us again.”

Her cheeks flamed bright pink. “Again?”

He nodded. “Yes, Orshy.
Again
. We’ve shared your bed, and we won’t be leaving it. You owe your lovers the truth.”

Grant had to give his cousin credit. Ethan had made their intentions clear. Trusting that her craft didn’t allow for curses or spells of that sort, she had no way of breaking the bond they’d forged with her.

“I didn’t lie to you! I’m not a witch!” She tried to roll away, but Grant tightened his hold on her. After another momentary struggle, she groaned and dropped her head forward to his chest. “Oh, what have I done? You can’t tell anyone. I’m not really a witch—not yet anyway. I’m just learning.”

Her inability to deceive made him smile. “We will never reveal your secret, Orshy. I promise. Will you trust us?”

Ethan studied her body language, waiting for her response and any telltale sign of a lie. Wanting to believe her didn’t make the words coming from her delicious mouth the truth. Artlessness could be faked.
Or perhaps withholding certain information about myself has made me cynical. She’s no more a liar than I am a simple pirate.

“What alternative do I have?” She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, uncovering a frown.

“Kill us to prevent the possibility that we’ll tell someone.” A stab of guilt shot through his conscience at his blunt insensitivity.

The utter horror in her expression was reason enough to apologize for the crass suggestion, but when she flung herself from Grant’s grasp and out of bed, he realized he’d gone beyond too far.

She stomped to the opposite side of the room, tugging on a robe and grumbling as she stopped at the doorway. “Men! They’re only good for one thing. The rest of the time they should be muzzled and caged.”

A loud knock sounded, and she jumped. “Orsolya? It’s Jolán. I brought supper.”

Orshy swung the door open, gesturing for her guest to enter. “Thank you. Just put in on the coffee table. The pirates can eat when they’re ready. I’m going down to the kitchen for a snack before they drive me batty. Heed my warning, Jolán. Put off taking a mate as long as you can, because having a man in your bed isn’t at all like you’d expect. I have no idea how Rebeka, Kata, and Lujza tolerate living with two men. I’m stuck with a pair of overprotective, tactless louts unless I can send them back to where they came from.”

“Looks like your mood is affected by mating hormones just like the rest of us. Pirates? Great Grandmother said—” Jolán glanced toward the bed and away again as she carried a covered tray to the table in front of the couch. Her eyes widened when she moved several items to make more space for the food. “You tried the transportation spell by yourself? What happened? Oh! You used a moonstone with a
pink
candle and ginger oil? No wonder you ended up with two of them.”

Knotting the tie at her waist, Orshy turned toward the young woman. “But you said I should use moonstone and ginger oil together, and that’s a white candle for protection. What did I do wrong?”

“The white candles have black wicks. The palest pink ones have white wicks. You mixed your transportation spell with a love charm.” Jolán picked up a piece of parchment, seeming as much like Orshy’s mentor than a friend. Had the younger woman taught their witch how to cast spells? “The incantation is well written, except you needed to be more specific about the location.”

Orshy clasped her hands together and nibbled on her lower lip. She blinked several times in quick succession before looking straight at him and then Grant. A tear on her cheek caught the light as she turned away. “They wanted me because of the charm.”

Ready to bound from the bed to deny a witch’s spell could make him desire a woman, Ethan hesitated when Jolán grasped Orshy by the shoulders. “No, Orsolya. A love charm can only encourage a potential match. The emotion and attraction have to be there already for it to work.”

Relief eased the tension in his neck, and he sank back into the mattress. He’d almost doubted his own feelings for a moment. “You will improve your skills with practice, love, but at present the power you have over us has nothing to do with witchcraft. Our lack of sweet words and ineptitude at postlovemaking talk proves it. Only a man under a spell possesses the charisma to always say and do what his lady prefers. Men are oafs and boors.”