Authors: Em Petrova
“Watch me slide into her, Sean.” With a jerk, he joined them, burying himself balls deep. Evangeline cried out with pleasure and she lifted her legs higher. Sean gently gripped her outer thighs and pulled her legs back. Will’s moan made his heart hammer. And the scents of their bodies mixed in his brain—a love cocktail.
He trailed his mouth over her tattoo, and she tipped her head to allow him better access. Emotion welled inside him. This was where he belonged—here with Evangeline and Will. His universe was complete in their arms, and his new career in art was an added bonus to his life.
A bonus which would take him away from them soon.
He looked into Will’s eyes, seeing passion blurring the depths. As Will rocked against Evangeline, she rubbed against Sean. White heat spread through his groin. If they kept this up for long, he’d come. The taste of her flesh, the feel of her in his arms, and Will’s steady gaze ignited him.
Evangeline tensed, breath rasping, and she gripped Will’s bicep even as she curled her fingers around the back of Sean’s neck. “Harder. More. God, Sean, your mouth is good.”
He swirled his tongue over her tattoo, familiar with every rune and star as if he’d drawn them himself. But they’d been drawn by Will’s immortal blood. Blood he could share with them too, if only. . .
She shattered in his hold. Hips bucking to meet Will’s thrusts, crying out as her release pounded her. She ground against Sean’s cock, and he groaned, struggling to keep from blowing.
He focused on Will’s expression. His mouth was twisted in ecstasy, his pupils blown wide. He was close. So close.
“Come on, baby,” Evangeline chanted, still vibrating from her orgasm. “Pour your hot come into me.”
With a groan, he exploded. Jerking, driving his erection deep into her pussy as he spilled his love fluids. Sean clamped a hand on Will’s shoulder, stroking his quivering muscle. Will dipped his head and claimed Evangeline’s mouth. Their kiss slowed in time to their movements. And then Will broke away and turned to Sean. He ran his tongue along Sean’s lower lip, and then said, “Your turn.”
He withdrew from Evangeline’s body, and his cock hung free, still glistening with their combined juices. Evangeline started to roll off, but Sean gripped her hips. He put his lips to her ear and rumbled, “Straddle my face. I want to eat you.”
A shiver coursed through her, and as Sean scooted down on the bed so he was lying flat, she climbed atop him. Their gazes met, and he smiled at the soft look in her eyes. A pink stain mottled her breasts and throat, and made her cheeks glow. Will called it her “sex flush.” And both men lived to see it.
He sank his fingers into the tender flesh of her upper thighs. “Sit on my face. I want to taste you and Will.”
Will caressed her spine as she lowered herself over Sean’s mouth. Her soaking pussy hovered inches from his tongue. He spent a moment breathing in her sweet scents and reveling in the heat emanating from her bare skin. Then flicked his tongue over her tight slit.
She gasped. Love cream flooded his mouth. Gently, he lapped at her outer labia, and worked his way toward her honey hole.
At that moment, Will lay across his lower body. His rod stiffened in anticipation, and his breath came faster, knowing he was about to experience one of his lover’s mind-numbing blow jobs.
Will toyed with him, nipping a path up his inner thighs. Sliding a forefinger down the underside of his shaft. His heated breath sent crazed lust pounding through Sean’s veins. Burning to participate, he opened his mouth, and drew Evangeline’s clit onto his tongue.
Her taste electrified him. Heady musk mixed with Will’s stronger male flavor. He sucked her nubbin gently, swirling his tongue over the stiff peak as Will’s mouth enveloped his cock.
He stopped breathing. White heat swallowed his shaft and the swollen head nudged the back of Will’s throat. A drop of pre-come oozed from the tip, and Will moaned as he tasted it. “Oh, my God,” Sean rumbled against Evangeline’s pussy. She sank her hands into his hair and ground against him.
“That’s it. Eat up all that cream. Make me come. Your tongue is so fucking hot. Right there!”
Will’s tongue flickered over the head of his cock. Every muscle in Sean’s body locked, prepared to blow, trying to stave it off. The waves of pleasure built in him, cresting and rolling. He felt Evangeline’s first pulsations on his tongue, and he deliberately slowed, finding her hard core and wiggling it tenderly.
Will reached under him and pulled him deeper into his mouth, sending Sean over the edge. He lifted his hips, fucking Will’s face as Evangeline fucked his. Their bodies undulated in one gasping, shuddering mass. He was on the edge of the precipice of bliss, ready to tip over. But he had to take her with him.
As he licked her hardened pearl, he plunged two fingers into her love cavern and located the soft G-spot on her inner wall. Stroked it once. Twice.
She came apart. Pussy contracting, hands twisting in his hair. Juices flooding his mouth. With a growl, Sean ruptured. Spilling his seed into Will’s mouth. He gulped it as Sean unloaded spurt after spurt.
Sean and Will slowed their actions, and then the three of them disengaged, tumbling into a mass of limbs and lips. Swapping kisses. Sharing heat. And love.
This was the perfect opportunity to tell Evangeline that he was going away, but that he’d spend the entire week away from them wanting this—the holding and touching.
Evangeline snuggled into the crook of his arm and Will plastered himself to her other side. Over her flushed form, Will met his eyes.
Damn. I know, I know. Give me a minute to recover.
He stared at the ceiling for a long minute, allowing his eyes to un-focus. The colors of the room blurred into muted tones of gray and blue and violet—hues they’d purposely chosen to compliment Evangeline.
“I love you both so much. My world couldn’t be any more perfect,” she sighed.
Sean’s heart lurched.
It’s only a business trip. Nothing more.
But the feeling of foreboding weighed on him so heavily, his gut instincts told him otherwise.
“I’m glad you have Will to take care of you, baby,” Sean blurted.
Her eyes flashed to his. Will’s slid away, and he shook his head a little.
Sean cleared his throat, arms flexing around her. This wasn’t the way he’d meant to tell her, and yet, his feet were wet. He might as well wade into the waters.
“Evangeline, I have to make a trip to L.A.”
Her lips fell open and a soft sigh emitted. “When?”
He hated the tremulous sound of that word. He folded his lips into a line. “Two days. My dealer made the arrangements.”
She stirred, and then pulled from his arms to sit up. Behind her back, he and Will exchanged a look. Will sat up too, and drew her against his side. Sean climbed around the mattress so he could see her expression.
The sex flush had dissipated and her skin paled considerably. She refused to meet his gaze.
“Evangeline.” He cradled her face in his hands and ducked his head to make her see him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
A quiet noise broke from her chest—a noise that broke his heart.
Will gripped her tighter. “Sweetheart, it’s a week. We all know you worry about Sean, but nothing is going to happen to him. He’s going to sell a few works, schmooze some buyers and the press, and then fly home. That’s it.”
A crease appeared between her long dark brows, and Sean leaned in to kiss it hard. “It’s true. But I worried about telling you. I don’t like to see you upset.”
“Why don’t we all go?”
Once again, Sean and Will looked at each other. Will shook his head. “I can’t leave the construction crew to their devices. They’d end up having a week-long party in the downstairs while the upstairs went untouched.”
Unfortunately, he was right. The best answer was for the three of them to take off to L.A, but it wasn’t really feasible at the moment.
A look of resolution settled over her face. “I can go and see my agent, too. Hand-deliver the recordings he’s looking for.” Before either she or Sean knew she was immortal, and had been linked to Will through The Calling, she had been picked up by an agent in the nightclub after Sean played her recording. Since then, she had been writing and recording, sending out the songs which her agent would then sell.
She looked Sean fully in the eyes, and it was like a punch to the stomach. The tears dangling from the lower rims deflated him. “Please, Sean. One of us needs to be with you.”
“Nothing will happen to me.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Baby, the chances are slim that I’d face any danger other than a hangover.”
Her fingers dug into his biceps. “Take me with you.” Her hot plea made his throat close up.
“Evangeline, you know you can’t leave Will. The separation will be too much for both of you.” Their bond demanded they remain with one another. If they didn’t, they’d suffer from symptoms similar to withdrawal—tremors and a feeling of madness. Sean couldn’t submit them to this torment.
“Maybe she’s right.” Will’s voice was strained. Lines were etched around his mouth. His deep distress was evident in the forced fluidity of his voice and the set of his broad shoulders. No, he didn’t want this. But he was willing to give Evangeline what she wanted—needed—to be happy.
“No. Will, she can’t leave you. Remember how it was when Marcus took her? The violent trembling? I can’t do that to her. She has to stay with you.”
Suddenly, Will looked at her hard, and Sean’s heart flipped, knowing they were communicating silently, as bonded immortals could. No matter what, he’d never have that with her. At least not as a mortal.
Will turned her to face him. “Baby, is this what you want?”
“No, she can’t—”
“Yes,” she whispered. One slender hand lifted to Will’s jaw, and she rasped the hair there with a thumb. “I love you, Will, but you know what’s in my head, and I can’t bear to live with Sean being parted from one of us. It might be irrational, but it’s my fear. It won’t hurt me much to be away from you for a week. We’ll survive it. And you know that Sean was able to ease me when. . . when Marcus separated us.”
The memories rose up in Sean’s mind, sharp and bright. The acute pain of that time returned, swelling into a cloud of despair that hovered over him. Finding Evangeline had been kidnapped and tortured, Sean had fought to keep her safe. And that meant soothing her, even after he discovered she was irrevocably connected to another man. His touch on her immortal tattoo could lessen the shakes, but he couldn’t stop her marrow-deep need for Will’s presence.
“A week is too long. I won’t allow it.”
Something passed between Will’s and Evangeline’s gazes, and Sean ground his molars against the need to growl out his frustration. They tried to refrain from communicating telepathically when he was around, but times like this especially wore on his nerves. He felt disconnected—alone. And suddenly angry.
He made a slashing motion with his hand. “Whatever you two are saying, stop. I’m going alone, and that’s it.”
Simultaneously, they reached for him. Will’s arm slid around his waist as Evangeline’s encircled his neck. “We’re sorry, Sean. Don’t be angry with us. But we know that we’ll be all right if separated.”
He wanted so badly to believe that, to think of boarding that jet with Evangeline’s hand in his. And as much as he loved Will and appreciated him in every way, it would be nice to have her to himself. Alone.
Will squeezed him. “We’ll be all right. You take Evangeline and go to L.A. I’ll stay and oversee the construction. I have so many papers to grade, I won’t see the light of day anyhow.” Will had taken a position as a professor at a nearby university, and his online classes often swamped him.
Sean stared into Evangeline’s eyes for a long moment. He felt a slight vibration coming from her, running under her skin. Could she be afraid he’d turn her away? If he outright refused to let her travel with him, could he withstand her tears? He already knew her argument—that he’d lose his life in some freak accident, leaving her and Will with an eternity of broken hearts.
He wanted to say none of this would matter if he was immortal too. But he was too drained to take up that argument again.
“You have less than two days to change your minds,” he said.
With a squeal of delight, she hurled her arms around his neck, causing them to topple back on the bed. Her lips opened under his, tongue sinking deep into his mouth. He could taste her joy and allowed the smile in his heart to spread to his face. Then he broke away and passed it on to Will.
Evangeline watched the sun rise over the lip of the mountain range, casting the peaks silver, then dusky violet. The morning air was chill on her face, but she turned it heavenward to wash away the flush of sleep. The wrought iron railing of the balcony was icy under her hands. She leaned into it as if she supported it rather than it keeping her safe.
She shouldn’t be nervous about her trip with Sean, yet she was. Leaving Will was a big deal. The crazed feeling of being separated from her immortal mate was bad enough. Add to it the dreams she’d been experiencing for the past month, and it was downright terrifying.
Her bare toes curled against the frigid stone floor, and a shiver ripped through her. Inside, the heat would be blasting from the little metal grills. Inside, her two personal space heaters lay entangled in their big bed, fast asleep. She could wiggle between them and let them comfort her.
Comfort. That’s exactly what she needed. Her dreams were devastating, debilitating. She passed a hand over her face, rubbing away the tears which had grown cold on her cheeks. Before she left, she should make Will aware of her dreams. Until now, she’d blocked him from seeing them in her mind.
She felt his mind stirring as she thought of him. Their link blossomed, and the warm rush of his soul filled hers.
Baby, you okay?
he asked into her mind.
Yes.
But she was freezing, and he knew it. In an instant, he had inched from under Sean’s heavy arm, grabbed a blanket from the bed, and joined her on the balcony. His arms came around her. The blanket swallowed her.
With a heavy sigh, she rested her head against his chest, reveling in the heat he provided and the mingled musk of him and Sean.
He rested his chin on the top of her head, and together, they watched the sun creep over the mountain vista.
I love this spot. You chose perfectly,
she said, focusing on the sunlight spreading over the land.
It’s gorgeous, I agree. But when I stood in this spot and felt the cool mountain breeze and heard the village waking below, I knew there couldn’t be a more beautiful place for my immortal mate to live.
She let her eyes slip closed, and listened to his deep, even breathing. Beneath the swaddling of the blanket, his forearm spun beneath her breasts. She clasped it, chaffing the soft down of auburn hair.
Evangeline, I know you’re worried about being away from me. But if you truly want to go to L.A. with Sean, we’ll be okay. You know that, don’t you?
Gently, he kissed the spot below her ear where her immortal tattoo lived. A shudder of erotic pleasure ran through her, peaking and curling. She released a rasping sigh. Her nipples puckered under the thick sweater she’d donned before coming outside. Knowing this, she felt Will’s smile grow against her skin.
I love you for letting me go.
I didn’t only do it for you. I knew Sean’s torment as well.
It still stunned her how easily her men had slipped into this lifestyle. Their transition from her angry, jealous lovers to loving one another had been swift.
We were meant to be,
Will said into her mind.
Which is why we can’t give him immortal blood. If we do, we’ll lose him to The Calling.
She swallowed hard at the sudden lump of salt in her throat. The thought of Sean leaving them to search for his own immortal mate, of binding himself to another woman, made her feel out of control. But the risk went way deeper than losing him to another woman.
Meeting Will’s gaze, she saw the same idea flit across the folds of his consciousness. Sharing their immortal blood with a person who was not on the verge of death meant that person’s blood would be tainted. Taking mortal life when it was unnecessary was wrong.
And if Sean found out he needed to lose his life for them to change him, he might do something desperate.
We won’t let it happen, baby. You just concentrate on getting him safely to and from Los Angeles. And don’t stop Calling to me.
She turned into his arms.
How could I forget to do that? You’re the air to me.
His smoldering gaze searched her face as he lightly pressed her tattoo.
You’re my world, Evangeline. Sean needs you on this trip, but I need you too. Just don’t forget to talk to me.
With that, he claimed her mouth. Tongue stabbing deep. Flipping against hers.
A moan of need rumbled from him, and she drew his head down for more. When was the last time she’d made love to him alone? She enjoyed making love to two men, but in a few hours, she’d be on a jet with Sean, off to spend a week alone with him. Surely Will deserved a few stolen moments.
At the thoughts swirling through her head, he groaned. His hands slipped down her sides, squeezed the indentation of her waist, and then continued south. The loose sweater she wore hung low, barely covering her bare pussy. It contracted hard in anticipation, and juices wet her inner thighs.
He splayed his palms over the tops of her legs, kneading the smooth skin, his thumbs at the creases of her mound. Their kiss intensified, and the tremble of need which began in her core trickled into him.
I’m going to take you. Here, against the backdrop of the mountains and sky. Let me show you how much I love you.
His heated tone seeped into the folds of her mind, and she clung to the sound as he lifted her onto the edge of the railing. He supported her easily, arms locked around her back. She dangled over a fifty foot drop, but she trusted him implicitly.
Holding his gaze, she parted her thighs. Her heat enveloped him beneath the blanket, in sharp juxtaposition to the cold metal under her ass. He gasped at the hot, moist contact of her pussy against his exposed rod. In the other room, Sean slumbered on, unaware that they were seeking pleasure from one another. Would he be jealous if he awakened to find them?
Will poised at the quick of her. With his lips a breath away, he spoke aloud and into her soul. Communicating in this fashion meant she couldn’t deny him, even if she’d wanted to.
“Just think about this. About us. Carry it away with you and thrive on it this week, when we’re apart.”
In one quick thrust, he joined them. He swallowed her gasp with his kiss as he plunged deep into her love cavern, and then withdrew to the tip. A quiver ran from her and into him. Her heart burst with love for him, his generosity. His understanding.
She allowed him to support her as they rocked on the edge of the world. The flames inside her became an inferno. Through their link, she felt his desire, and it fed the fire. Together, they rode the precipice, eager to tumble into the depths of their release.
When the first pulsations hit her, he ruptured. Hot come bathed her insides and her silken walls clamped around him, milking him. Her cream flooded his cock. Their tongues worked wildly. And then she deliberately reached between their bodies and stroked the numbers of his immortal tattoo as he sank his fingers into her runes and stars. Their orgasms drowned them in sensations, which were doubled through their link.
A long minute later, they started to come down. Their mouths slowed. Their caresses grew gentle. And when they looked into each other’s eyes, Evangeline’s emotions fell over her like a warm cloak. She leaned into him, and he gently lifted her off the railing and into his arms. The blanket slipped, exposing her back to the cool morning air. Will hastily shifted her weight onto one arm and drew the ends together.
Slowly, he swayed with her as if they were dancing. His forehead tilted against hers as the notes of her recent composition rose in their minds. A technical piece with piano and various string instruments, a ballad of epic proportions—an ode to love. After recording it, she had emailed it directly to her agent, and within minutes, he’d sold it to a popular artist. Still, she considered it her private love letter to the men in her life.
She started to sing softly as they twirled, her heels locked behind his hips, her fingers threaded in the longer hair at the base of his neck. The quiet slap of his bare feet on the stone kept time to her words.
“Blemishes of desire
Disperse in a breath
In a heartbeat
A smile of need
A lingering glance.
I belong with you.”
Golden lights played in the centers of his eyes, flashing his love for her. She gazed at his pupils, absorbed by the reflection of the mountains, then the stone wall of their villa as they spun.
“You belong with me. And with Sean. And I swear to you that everything will be fine. You both will return to me, and we’ll continue our lives as planned.”
Sean’s hand came down on his shoulder, and they whirled to an abrupt stop. His dark hair stuck up in spikes, and his eyes were lidded with sleep, but when he smiled, it was the sun at midday.
“Damn right we will. Now let me inside that blanket. I’m freezing.”
Evangeline grinned, and when Will opened his arms to admit him, Sean nestled into the cocoon of warmth, sharing her weight with her immortal mate.
* * * * *
A shrill voice rang out over the intercom, making Evangeline’s shoulders hunch about her ears. The airport bustled at this time of day. Families on vacation and business people passing through milled around the structure. Tourists bearing enormous backpacks which they’d use to hike into the wilds of Argentina wove through the crowd. Their region was especially intriguing to visitors, and the nearby village took every opportunity to accommodate them. Compared to the streets of her hometown Chicago at rush hour, the airport wasn’t busy. But it set Evangeline’s teeth on edge.
Someone bumped her from behind, and she pitched forward. Will steadied her with a hand on her arm and drew her into his side. He caught her thoughts, and looked at her hard.
Realizing Will and Evangeline weren’t with him, Sean stopped walking and shoved through the people to reach them. “What’s going on?”
But Will didn’t respond. He cupped her face and stared deep into her eyes. The images in her mind were untamed, running rampant. Images of losing Will, of walking away from him and being unable to find him upon return. Images of loss and grief and madness.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a sad smile. “Why would you think these things?” he asked softly.
“I. . . I don’t know,” she cried. The high-pitched voice echoed again as their flight was called. Desperation bubbled in her soul, and she threw herself into Will’s arms. She clung to him, drawing great gulps of his scent, fixing him in her mind. And in her soul.
He held her perfectly tight, arms lashed around her, lifting her onto tiptoe as he kissed her. Words flooded her mind, soothing her.
I’ll be right here, Evangeline. And no matter where I am, I’m inside of you. You will be safe with Sean. And you will see me again
.
She couldn’t let him go. A dark wave of foreboding kept her locked in his embrace. If she stepped away, he might be lost to her.
I can’t be lost to you. But Sean can. Go with him, and see that he’s safe.
Tears pricked her eyes. Again, their flight was called to board.
Go on, baby.
Will squeezed her once more, and then relaxed his grip.
“I. . . I don’t know if I can!”
Suddenly, Sean was there, his broad chest looming near, his handsome face lowering to hers. Will tipped her head to the side so Sean could access her tattoo. And when his lips met it, a shudder of emotion ran through her. She sagged.
“See? Sean can do that for you too. Our links are strong. We’re all bound. Now go, before you miss your flight. And Call to me, Evangeline. I’m always with you.” He passed her into Sean’s arms, but all she could see was Will. Auburn hair falling into one smoldering eye. Thumb hooked in the front of his low-riding jeans. A tiny, strained smile on his face. But through their link, she saw that his only concern was for her reaction. Deep down, he knew he’d be fine.
“Come on, darlin’. We have to go.” Sean pulled her along, her carry-on thumping his hip.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from Will. Her mate. Last time they were separated, things had gone badly.
Won’t happen,
he said into her mind.
And good things came from that, too.
He shoved a vision of the three of them into her mind, as they’d been that morning, wrapped in the blanket, watching the purple shadows vanish on the mountain peaks as the sun blazed its golden trail on the land.
A stuttering sigh left her. Why was she being so fearful? Will and Sean were right—it was a simple business trip. Nothing would happen to Sean that she couldn’t fix, and Will was strong. Immortal. And would be safe in their mountain villa.
You’re right. We’ll be okay.
Through their mind link, he mentally stroked her immortal tattoo. Calm flooded her. She gave him a smile that didn’t feel as brave as she’d like, blew him a kiss, and then turned with Sean. Toward the waiting jet. Toward L.A. Away from her immortal mate.
* * * * *
Sean’s big hand felt good in Evangeline’s. Her fingers stretched to accommodate his, as they set off toward the hotel suite his agent had booked. Hailing from a world of various abuses delivered by a drunken father, she had had little beauty in her life, but her men always strived to shower her with the best the world had to offer. Her times spent in Sean’s warehouse apartment, being pampered and loved, were some of the best memories of her life.