Authors: Elizabeth Amber

Dominic (37 page)

caught the motion of her stroke on Vincent’s cock, pushing slowly until she had been ful y impaled and then lifting her just as slowly so she was forced to

release some of what she’d taken. And then again. And again.

“Gods! Enough.” Displacing other hands, Vincent gripped her hips and took over, thrusting his greedy rod high inside her, then pushing her away,

then yanking her down and thrusting again. Fucking himself with her beautiful, perfect body.

In this position, the thick, veinlike duct that ran the length of his cock’s underside would tease her clit with every stroke he gave. Soon it would

deliver his sperm into her, but for now he rutted with care, giving her just enough to stimulate but not yet al owing either of them to come.

Landon’s eyes turned dark as Cara moaned encouragements and pleas meant for another husband against his mouth. Driving his fingers into her

hair, he pul ed away, separating their lips. He sat back with his legs folded under him, knees widespread, leading her head downward.

Eagerly Cara bowed forward over his lap, her spine forming a smooth seductive curve. Landon gathered the fal of her hair back with one hand,

twisting it at her nape so Vincent could watch if he chose. Gray eyes lit with anticipation as Landon stared down at her. Vincent knew the moment she took

her other husband’s cock in her mouth, for he arched his throat high and sucked a sharp hiss between bared white teeth.

The time for talking was done.

The atmosphere quickly turned tense and sultry and was permeated only with harsh grunts and groans, the humid slaps of heated flesh, and the

creaking of bedsprings.

Their coming together was even more passionate, more meaningful, now that vows bound them and bands of glistening gold graced their fingers.

Never again would he and Landon view Cara as an expendable vessel for their seed, and the days when they’d considered her as such seemed distant.

She was their wife and held their hearts now as she held their cocks, cherishing and worshipping both tight and deep inside her as if she would never let

them go.

Vincent felt her feminine throat pulse gently, its muscles rippling along the length of his prick in a way that presaged her orgasm.

His bal s throbbed in response, heavy and hardened by the viscous weight of the semen that had col ected within. Soon it would burst forth and

funnel through his cock to fountain into the welcome of her body.

“Landon,” he murmured.

“I’m close,” came the low, masculine reply. “Very close.”

Landon’s chin was angled low, his slitted eyes watching Cara minister to him, her head bobbing over his groin. The sinuous muscles of her

shoulder and back undulated in time with her head and with her hips, which massaged Vincent’s prick in an age-old carnal rhythm.

Vincent stuck a finger deep in his mouth, moistening it along his tongue. His other hand spread the cheeks of her rear, and the wet finger pressed

at the prissy, puckered moue it found there. At his touch, her hips slowed in their fucking of him, and the globes of her buttocks trembled in wary

anticipation.

Gently his finger screwed at her until the reluctant
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of muscle gave. Then he penetrated and sawed shal owly within the ring’s clench until he heard

her moan around Landon’s cock. At the sound, Vincent sent his finger deep, in one smooth push, feeling her entire body wrench taut in reaction.

And then the world shattered around them, and three jubilant shouts broke from throats that were hoarse with emotion.

Seed blasted forth, and hard, masculine muscles bucked and strained with its giving. The saddle of Vincent’s hips lifted its rider from the bed, and

Landon’s white-knuckled fingers threaded her hair, holding her skul . Cara’s mouths took and took from them and swal owed and gulped and gasped for

more. And stil it went on and on for long moments, during which their connected bodies seemed to cling together in a suspended sort of ecstasy.

Afterward there was time for cleansing in stone basins that sat ready for them, and for low, murmured words, and then soft touches, and then the

loving began again, continuing far into the night.

There was no need to curtail matters. In fact, this night was something of a celebration. Several days ago, the amulet—missing for thirteen years

—had been returned to the statue of Bacchus in the sacred temple.

And earlier this very day, each of nine adversaries in Else-World had reached a consensus and had sent a single representative to scratch their

names upon one parchment—a treaty that would end the war that had begun with King Feydon’s death twenty-seven years earlier, the very year Vincent

had been born.

“Love,” Cara whispered much later as she reclined on her back, her head resting in the nook of Vincent’s shoulder.

Her fingers drifted idly up and down the length of his shaft, and then she sighed deeply and arched her back, drawing up her knees. This, of

course, was Landon’s fault, for his mouth was busy between her legs.

“Yes,” Vincent returned, toying desultorily with a rosy nipple at her breast. “This is love.”

He’d designed the female body he now held in his arms over a year ago. Designed her to need two specific men and to satisfy them. In the

making of her, he’d ensured that she would bring them joy in carnal matters. But even he could not have foreseen the infinite pleasure she would eventual y

bring to other aspects of their lives.

For she was real now, and the love that existed between the three of them was just as real. It was a love born of loneliness, loyalty, sacrifice, and

passion. The kind of passionate love that would last for their entire existence on this Earth.

Their time together was destined to be rife with fucking and laughter and satisfying occupations. And Gods wil ing, children.

Three hearts—three lives—bound into one.

Cara turned on her side, savoring the soft convulsions of yet another orgasm Landon had just supplied. Her lips brushed Vincent’s ribs, and then

she kissed her way downward, beyond his bel y, to nuzzle his cock with her cheek. She took it in gentle fingers, finding the joyful tears of pre-cum he’d

wept at her touch and rouging them over his tip with the pad of her thumb.

Violet smiled into sapphire across the long, ridged expanse of his muscled torso. Her head lowered. Those beautiful pink lips opened, preparing

to take him in.

He closed his eyes, anticipating.

Ahhh!

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