The Last Detail (12 page)

“Jared,” Sam said. After one little more pinch, Jared moved away. She opened her eyes and watched as Jared moved between her legs. Sam had moved back, allowing him room, but he took Jared’s face in his hands again and kissed him. She watched, mesmerized as she was the first time she had seen them kiss. Her body warmed and her heart bubbled over with joy. She could see their tongues moving, could imagine the feel of each of their mouths.

Jared turned to her, that knowing look still there. He knew she was turned on by watching them mainly because she had confessed it to him all those months ago. She looked at her men, allowing her gaze to travel down their bodies to their cocks. Both hard, both for her.

Jared moved closer, lifted her hips and slowly entered her.

“Damn, that feels good. You’re so wet, baby.”

She nodded and enjoyed the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, the way her muscles clung to him. Sam moved behind Jared. “She tastes even better than she feels.”

Jared said something low beneath his breath as he thrust into her hard and then held. Sam moved behind him closer, and then entered Jared from behind.

“Fuck,” Jared said, his voice filled with erotic tension.

“Yeah,” Sam said, his mouth moving over Jared’s neck. He looked down at her. “Are you ready, honey?”

She nodded. He pulled back, Jared followed. As they moved in concert, her lust revved to an all-time high. She could feel it spiraling out of control as they increased the speed of their thrusts.

“Yes, like that,” Jared muttered. He thrust hard into her, sending her spiraling into her orgasm. But he wasn’t done. Even as she was trying to recover from her first orgasm, she felt herself thrown into another. It slammed into her with more power than the first. She exploded, her body bowing off the bed as she screamed their names. Jared followed her first, thrusting hard once more and then moaning as he poured himself into her.

Sam was last, his hands on Jared’s hips as he thrust with such a force that she felt Jared jerk from the motion. He moaned, long, loud and filled with such satisfaction that her love for both men increased.

Jared came out of the bathroom to find Sam and Lou snuggled up on the bed together. They were facing him, Sam behind Lou. He leaned against the doorjamb and watched them. Damn, he was a lucky man. He had never thought he would find Sam again, or convince Lou that she was worth forever. But here he was, with both the people he loved most in the world.

“Quit standing there grinning like an idiot. Come join us,” Sam said, although he never opened his eyes. Jared was too happy to take offense at Sam’s name calling. He walked over and then slid beneath the sheets and crowded closer to Lou.

“Hey,” Sam said. Jared lifted his head and looked at him. The serious look he had on his face worried Jared. “You know I love both of you, right?”

Jared leaned over Lou and brushed his mouth over Sam’s. It was sweet and comforting. When he pulled back, he opened his eyes. “Yeah, I do. Although, it might take a lot to convince this one of it.”

He motioned with his head toward Lou. Sam chuckled. “Well, I can think of a hundred ways to let her know just how much I love her.”

It was easy to hear the lust in his lover’s voice, and Jared couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had the last three months to convince her.”

Sam frowned. “Yeah, that’s right. What have you been doing all that time?”

“Would you like to know?”

She snorted. “Oh, good Lord, we were looking for you. Jesus in a skirt, you two never shut the hell up. I will be an old woman dead and living in Hades before I actually get some sleep.”

She turned over on her back. “And let’s get something straight. I don’t need to be shown how you love me. Just tell me.”

It sounded like she was making a joke, but after so many years together, Jared knew her expression. Even after the last three months, and all the lovemaking tonight, she needed reassurances.

“I love you, Lou,” he said, and gave her a slow, wet kiss. She opened her eyes as he moved away, and he was happy to see the heat had returned, but he could also see the love he knew she felt for him.

She turned toward Sam. “Yeah, so what?”

“I love you.”

“Good. Now I need some sleep. Shut up and go to sleep.”

Both of them chuckled when she turned back toward Jared and snuggled in closer. Sam smiled and cuddled closer behind her, draping his arm over her waist and reaching for Jared. Contentment filled Jared as he settled down. Sam’s hand rested on his hip and Lou’s warm breath feathered over his chest as he drifted off to sleep.

About the Author

Born to an Air Force family at an Army hospital, Melissa has always been a little bit screwy. She was further warped by her years of watching Monty Python and her strange family. Her love of romance novels developed after accidentally picking up a Linda Howard book. Since her first release in 2004, Melissa has had close to 30 short stories, novellas and novels released with seven different publishers in a variety of genres and time periods. Those releases included an Eppie nomination and two CAPA nominations, along with a multitude of best sellers. Her contemporary, A Little Harmless Sex became an international best seller in June of 2005 and was named one of the 100 bestselling Nookbooks of 2010.

Since she was a military brat, she vowed never to marry military. Alas, Fate always has her way with mortals. Her husband is an Air Force major, and together they have their own military brats, two girls, an adopted dog daughter and they live wherever the military sticks them. Which until recently always involved heat and bugs only seen on the Animal Discovery Channel. In her spare time, she reads, complains about bugs, travels, cooks, reads some more, and tries to convince her family that she truly is a delicate genius. She has yet to achieve her last goal.

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Four people. One rope. Desire plunged into dangerous obsession.

Dark Empress

© 2011 Anitra Lynn McLeod

Onic Empire, Book 5

Errion Ald’Areed senses that his business partner’s passion for designing pleasure upgrades for service robots has cooled, but nothing he’s tried—men, women, exotic adventures—has lifted Lorren D’Buren’s ennui. Until he sees the look in Lorren’s eyes when the intergalactic ambassador from Diola crosses their path at a charity ball.

Under the watchful eye of Gabriyel, her faithful bodyguard, Farjika is determined to live down her empress mother’s scandalous reputation for taking multiple lovers. Her instant attraction to Lorren, though, tempts her to cross her self-imposed bounds of propriety. And Gabriyel is shocked that his level-headed mistress has fallen so easily into a torrid affair.

At first Errion is pleased that Farjika has roused Lorren out of his funk. When he notices the depth of the mutual fascination, though, he realizes he must act quickly—or lose his sometime lover and best friend.

His plan to eliminate the threat is perfect in its beautiful complexity. Until one snag in his delicate web of seduction plunges them all into a potentially deadly tangle with no way out…

Warning: Contains humor, masturbatory robots, mystical BDSM, stern punishments and more variations on m/m/m/f than the author can count. Sex toys are not included with purchase but are strongly recommended.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Dark Empress:

“Tell me, my lovely one, what do you hope to accomplish here on Avalith?” Errion knew the question was a light one. Any visitor would have a stock answer ready to spew out to satisfy any who asked, yet Farjika actually considered his question.

Lifting her gaze to capture his, she softly informed him, “My world is isolated. We have been so for many hundreds of thousands of seasons. I hope by coming here, to Avalith, and donating a large portion of funds, to show the galactic community that we are concerned with our brethren. That we wish to break free from our self-imposed seclusion.”

Errion wanted to capture her mouth, cutting off her words long before she could finish speaking them. Not only was she utterly lovely, but she was kind and sweet. Worse, she had a conscience. She wasn’t just repeating words she’d been told to say, she honestly believed in what she said. Red flashes of warning went off behind his eyes. This woman was dangerous. Farjika truly could sway Lorren from any path he might be on, and she could do it without much effort. Farjika was a woman who could steal a man’s soul without intention. Raylor’s bursting balls, but she’d effortlessly stolen Errion’s attention and yet seemed utterly unaware!

As he drew her into the main room, her gaze slid around, appreciating the paintings, sculptures, rugs and the furniture. She finally settled her gaze on Errion. “I am impressed by your estate. You clearly have a unique turn toward art.”

He nodded, offering her a drink, which she cupped lightly in her hand.

“How long will you stay on Avalith?”

She took a sip to give herself time to think of her answer, and he realized she honestly didn’t know. Her hesitation worried him. His gut told him her stay depended on what happened with Lorren.

“I find I am intrigued by your planet. I would like to stay and learn more about your culture even after my official visit has come to a close.”

As she spoke, he noticed she kept taking surreptitious glances at one sculpture in particular. He had to work hard to suppress a lusty grin.

“Where are you staying?” Casually, he maneuvered himself across the room until he was standing near the life-sized rendering of an intricately bound woman. Between her parted legs, a man thrust deeply into her. The woman’s head was bowed in submission; however, her face was still visible as her hair was drawn away. The man’s head was flung back in ecstasy, his lips peeling away from his teeth with an artfully captured snarl of possession.

“I am staying in my skip.” When he tilted his head, she offered, “A small planet-safe ship while my larger spacecraft remains in orbit.” She took another sip of her drink that turned into more of a gulp when she drew her eyes away from him and the erotic rendering. “Master D’Buren graciously offered one of his fallow fields to station the craft.”

“Lorren’s father is always so generous with visiting dignitaries.” Usually so he could finagle an exclusive marketing contract for his robotic servants. Wouldn’t he be surprised when he realized Diola had no desire for mechanization? “Is something wrong?”

Darting her gaze to the entwined figures, then away, she whispered, “Are all of your statues so explicit?”

Errion laughed.

Her head stayed low as her gazed traveled up. She seemed unsure if he were laughing at her or at what she’d said.

“Explicit?” He chuckled as he slapped his hand to the man’s muscular ass. “He’s fucking her as she wishes.”

Eyes widening at the vulgarity, Farjika cupped the fragile glass, which trembled in her hand. He could tell she struggled with the idea of whether she should say something or not. In the end, her curiosity got the better of her. Darting her gaze around to ensure they were alone, she asked, “If she wants him, then why is she bound?”

The woman’s arms were artfully tied behind her back, and she used them to leverage herself up. Her legs embraced the man who had his head back in the throes of release.

Lowering his gaze, pinning her where she stood, Errion murmured, “She is bound because she finds pleasure in giving control to the man.” Softly, he asked, “Haven’t you ever let a lover tie you up?”

Farjika’s gaze met his, her pupils dilating. In that moment, he saw the hunger in her eyes. A dark hunger for something that Lorren would never give her but Errion could.

Before she could answer, he deftly removed his jacket, tossing it casually on a nearby chair. “I would think a future empress would be well schooled in the art of lust.” He turned, giving her an excellent view of his bulging trousers. Pleasure rippled across his tense muscles when she looked down then quickly away. Slowly and deliberately, he looked at her chest, making sure she saw him looking. He noticed her nipples pressed tightly against the fabric, twin bits of tightened flesh. “I understand that on Diola, sex is practically your religion.”

“That is not true.” She frowned at what he’d said. Her displeasure deepened when she noticed the way he was looking at her. Setting her drink upon the closest table, she said, “Sadly, many seem to think that it is, but I assure you—”

“How did it feel when he slid his tongue into you?”

Caught off guard by the question, she sputtered in shock, then turned her gaze around the room again. “Where is Lorren?”

Running his finger down the rope that bound the woman’s breasts, he murmured, “He’s a little tied up at the moment.”

He could tell that Farjika was trying to determine if he were being literal or not.

“I think I should go.” Her skirt flared around her legs as she spun toward the door.

“Without a word to Lorren? That’s hardly courteous behavior,” he scoffed, continuing to stroke the rope that trailed down the woman’s torso. The metal felt cool below the heat of his hand. “Especially after all the trouble he went to for you.”

She stopped in midstride, apparently thinking over what she should do. He’d hit his mark well; she did not wish to appear ungracious or rude, not to the object of her affection.