Under His Command (16 page)

both well in the most carnal sense, but together…

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“Think it would work to soften her up?” Kel asked Jake the

question but he looked at her. “I mean, I’m pretty experienced with

females but this situation is new to me. I’ve never thought about one

on a permanent basis.”

Peyton’s eyes widened. Had he just said
permanent basis
?

“Let’s find out.” Jake stood, setting aside his glass on a small dark

wooden table. “I’m going to predict she’ll be amiable to adjusting her

career ambitions in your favor if we do this right. It never hurts to

start negotiations in the most pleasant way possible.”

“Not a bad plan.” Kel stood also.

Did he mean…as in life mate? As in wife?

Awash in both tentative joy and confusion, Peyton didn’t resist

when Jake gently removed the drink from her hand and tugged her to

her feet. His crystalline eyes held a teasing glint she recognized,

coupled with a palpable heat. Kel stepped up behind her. She could

feel the warmth from his tall, powerful body and his hands spanned

her waist, and then cupped her hips. He was hard already, the press of

his stiff cock against her backside unmistakable.

Warm lips teased her ear. “How about it, Peyton? Just for your

pleasure. And afterwards, you and I talk.”

Before she answered, Jake leaned in and kissed her, his mouth

hungry, persuasive. At the same time Kel trailed his lips down the

side of her neck in a tantalizing glide, pulling aside the collar of her

tunic so he could tease the juncture of neck and shoulder.

It felt marvelous. No, better than marvelous.

Just for your pleasure
…

She believed him. Trusted both of them implicitly, so when Jake

continued to kiss her and Kel began to unfasten her clothing she

rested lax between them, languid with desire now, anticipation stirring

her senses. Perhaps it was the adventurous side of her but the idea of

two such virile males catering to her erotic needs at the same time

stirred a deep, restless yearning that pooled in her belly and between

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her legs. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples were stiff peaks as Kel

eased the fabric of her tunic apart.

Large hands cupped her bared breasts, gently kneading. Jake

dropped to his knees and pulled off her pants, helping her step out of

them. His breath fanned her thighs and he parted the wet lips of her

pussy and blew on her clit.

She quivered, Kel’s arms supporting her. And when Jake began to

lick her folds, his tongue delving in, finding just the right spot, she

arched back and let the surge of enjoyment take her. The abrasion of

teeth and tongue between her legs made a low moan catch her throat,

captured when Kel cupped her chin and tilted her face back so he

could lean over and kiss her.

The force of her first climax hit her in just that position, with

Jake’s skillful mouth eager against her pussy and Kel’s kiss holding

her prisoner. Ecstasy rose, spiked, and then ebbed only to rise again.

A second orgasm made her shake uncontrollably and she finally

wrenched her mouth free and gasped out, “Stop.”

“If you insist.” Jake rose, his hands going to the hem of his loose

shirt, jerking the material over his head. “I was just starting to have

fun.”

Fun? If Kel wasn’t holding her, she’d be sprawled on the floor.

Delicious weakness weighed every limb and she felt boneless, her

pussy still throbbing.

And she had a feeling they’d just begun.

“There is always something pleasurable about watching.” Kel

whispered in her ear, “You look beautiful when you come.”

If there was an answer to that observation, she had no idea what it

might be.

He proceeded to completely undress her then and lifted her nude,

sated body into his arms, carrying her into his bedroom.

As if orchestrated, both he and Jake disrobed at the same pace.

His bedroom was only sparsely furnished, almost all of it occupied by

the huge bed covered with plain dark linens. Peyton lay on the fine

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fabric, watching the two males—two very aroused males—move,

impressive muscles rippling as they shed their clothes. They were

alike, yet so different, except for their large sleek erections. Kel with

his dark dramatic coloring, Jake both fair and lean…a shiver of

anticipation ran through her.

Jake glanced at Kel, clearly asking him to proceed. She had a

feeling the deference had nothing to do with rank, or even friendship,

but that they’d never both made love to the same female when it was

clear she belonged to only one of them.

Mine
, she thought with feminine possessiveness as she gazed at

Kel looming over her. They belonged to each other.

“This way,” he urged, rolling Peyton over so she was prone, the

linens soft against her breasts and stomach. He smoothed his hands

over her ass and thighs. “Up.”

“What?” Not sure what the order meant, she heard the huskiness

in her voice with an inner blush. She wanted this…was intrigued by

it.

“Like this.” Strong hands lifted her. When she was on her hands

and knees, Kel moved behind her, his erection nudging her pussy. At

the same time, Jake positioned himself in front of her, his stiff cock

available for her mouth. Peyton dipped her head, letting the crest of

Jake’s penis glide over lips just as Kel grasped her hips and entered

her.

Simultaneously pleasuring two such powerful males? It gave her a

rush of both pleasure and satisfaction, and her inner muscles clenched

in reaction to Kel’s penetration even as she tasted the salty essence of

Jake’s enjoyment and he gave a low groan when she began to gently

suck.

Kel stroked in carefully, plunging deep and then withdrawing in

long slick thrusts, each forward motion making her take Jake to her

throat, each backward slide bringing her head up. On his knees, Jake

had his head thrown back so the tendons in his throat stood out, his

eyes closed in pure pleasure.

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She wondered, in blissful anticipation of the explosion, which one

of the three of them would come first. The little frantic sounds she

made with every stroke were involuntary but she was close, her body

primed from her earlier climax, and when Jake fisted the base of his

cock he began to shudder. Kel, too, moved faster, harder, his breath

harsh in her ear, scorching her neck.

The world seemed to combust at one time. Jake growled, the feral

sound ringing out and Peyton twitched in response at the hot spurt in

her mouth, her body shuddering as her pussy tightened in rapturous

pulses. It was apparently the catalyst Kel needed to surrender and

ejaculate with such force he jerked, his head dropping to the curve of

her shoulder as he poured into her and murmured her name over and

over.

* * * *

He wasn’t sure the gorgeous female in his arms even noticed

when Jake slipped from the bed and quietly dressed, leaving the room

with little more than a small knowing smile over the two of them

entwined in a tangle of arms and legs. Kel lightly touched Peyton’s

hair. “Are you still awake?”

“Hmm.” She stirred a little against his chest, all naked,

voluptuous, satisfied female.

He’d imagined her in his bed a few too many times for his peace

of mind, but then again, Peyton Valmont had done interesting things

to his usually orderly existence from their first encounter.

Naiad better be right, he thought, uncertain where he was never

uncertain. He wanted her as receptive as possible to what he had to

say. “I wonder if you might…”

He stopped. It made him sound indecisive to start out that way,

and he wasn’t an indecisive male. Tightening his arms so she was

firmly clasped against him, he tried again.

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“I’ve thought about you,” he managed, which wasn’t much better

than his first attempt. It irritated him to find himself so at a loss when

he’d been planning this speech, and so he added curtly, “I think about

you too much, actually.”

Peyton lifted her head, her gold green eyes steady. “I think about

you too. But then again, you know that. I’ve told you I love you.”

Love. He wasn’t precisely uncomfortable with the idea of it—it

had taken some effort getting used to the concept.

A
lot
of effort getting used to the concept.

A silence stretched on. Beautiful and disheveled, Peyton

impudently propped an elbow on his naked chest. “Come on,

Commander Gallico, I can’t believe you don’t have something to say.

An order to issue. An edict to hand down perhaps?”

Kel stared at her, irritation fading to amusement. She challenged

him. She had from the moment they met. Who knew he’d find it so

damned attractive.

“Marry me,” he said succinctly.

“Marriage?” Arched brows rose as a provocative smile glossed

her mouth. “Isn’t that a drastic step for both of us? You’ve already

had to discipline me once. Aren’t you afraid I’ll be a less than

obedient mate?”

He was sure of it, actually, but still felt a surge of joy at the soft

light in her lovely eyes. If love was this welling emotion, then yes, he

loved her.

“I’ll do my best to constantly remind you that you are under my

command,” he answered and kissed her.

“You,” she whispered against his lips, “are welcome to try.”

“I’ll start now with an order you can’t disobey. Tell me you love

me again.”

“You go first.” Her smile was pure brazen female triumph.

“You just disobeyed, Peyton.”

“I know.”

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“Why am I not surprised?” Kel brushed her cheek tenderly with

the backs of his fingers. “Fine, I’ll go first. I love you.”

Unexpectedly, her eyes shimmered suddenly. “I love you too. And

I promise to try to be a bit more disciplined when it comes to your

orders, how is that?”

“Don’t you dare,” he told her, pulling her closer. “Don’t change a

thing.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Annabel Wolfe loves the unlimited possibilities of futuristic

romance. New worlds, dangers we can only imagine, no rules, and of

course, those dynamic heroes and independent heroines. She lives in

rural Indiana with her husband, three children, and her cat and

constant companion, Mr. Poot.

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