Keeping Kaitlyn (12 page)

She gazed at the doorway where the men had exited. “It’s not that I don’t think my life would be better without them in it; I
know
it would be better. I just can’t imagine never seeing my sisters again, letting them believe something awful happened to me. They would grieve their whole lives.” She paused. “I can’t put them through that.”

After their visit, she, Rafian and Lucas walked around the village for a while. It was a nice day, chilly, but the sun was peeking through the tree limbs here and there. They wandered through the food stalls in the center of the town buying groceries, and then arranged to have them delivered to the house.

Apparently horses didn’t love wolves, not even when a wolf wore human clothing. No big surprise there. So when any of the dire wolf Lycaon needed something delivered to or from their houses, another breed would deliver it via carriage or horseback. There were no cars, but it wasn’t because they lacked the technology. Cars, and all pollutants, were something the nature loving Lycaon abhorred about the world beyond the veil. All electricity in the Lycaon world was solar or wind generated.

Their reality was quiet, natural. Not only did it keep them in tune with the forest they lived in, but it kept them hidden from the Magica.

On their way out of town, Kaitlyn stopped in front of a store window filled with leather bound books. The wooden sign swinging above the door declared the shop,
Good Things to Read
. She tilted her head to the side in disbelief. “A book store?”

Lucas came to a stop beside her. “Of course. Did you think we were illiterate?”

“No. I just didn’t…I don’t know what I thought.”

“You thought we couldn’t print books,” said Rafian on her other side.

“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what I thought.”

“Surprise.” Rafian indicated the front door. “Want to go in and pick something out?”

They wandered through the bookstore for a long time as Kaitlyn perused the shelves, finding fiction and non-fiction alike. There was an entire book case filled with tomes about the world beyond the veil, both fiction and non-fiction.

She picked up a book that should have been titled,
Women from Beyond the Veil for Dummies
and raised an eyebrow at Lucas. “Did you guys ever read this?”

He shrugged and grinned. “We need all the help we can get.”

She grinned back at him as she re-shelved it. “Yeah, especially
you
.”

In the end, she picked out a couple mystery novels, curious to see how a mystery novel on the flip side would read, and they headed home.

On the way out of town, they met Torrent on his way home. He clapped Rafian and Lucas on the back and gave Kaitlyn a warm smile. The man was a god, but that same constant sorrow echoed through his eyes.

“What’s up with that guy?” she asked Lucas as they walked away. “He’s the leader of the Lycaon, right? Seems like he should be…I don’t know, happier.”

“Torrent has a heavy burden to bear,” he answered.

Rafian fell in step beside her. “Would you want to know your future, how you were going to die and when?”

Her brow crinkled as she thought about that for a moment. “No. That would suck.”

Lucas gave a short laugh. “Suck. Yes, it would suck. Torrent knows he’s going to die in a battle with the Magica. Therefore, he will never take a mate, never know love. He’s got a lot to be sad about.”

* * * * *

Kaitlyn entered the living room rubbing a towel through her still damp hair and found Lucas and Rafian sitting in front of the fire. She stopped and watched them as they spoke in low tones to each other, talking about the metal work they were going to do.

She wore one of the nightgowns they’d given her, the sexiest one she could find. The soft material clung to her skin and was just a slightest bit see through—if you looked hard enough.

If someone had presumed she was baiting the men, they’d be right.

She walked into the sitting area. That’s all she had to do. Suddenly she had their full attention. Her lips curved into a smile. It was heady stuff, having the ability to wrap these two men around her finger.

“Come here,” demanded Rafian roughly.

Dropping the towel over the back of a nearby chair, she walked to him, coming to a stop between his spread thighs. An erection already pressed against the zipper of his pants. His hands smoothed down over her hips, took the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up to her waist.

He cupped her bottom and yanked her forward, his tongue slipping between her thighs to give her a couple quick mouth strokes. She let out a yelp of surprise.

Just when she thought she had the upper hand…. Both these men took what they wanted, when they wanted it, but Rafian was especially demanding. Not that she minded.

Rafian looked up at her, dark lust in his eyes. “I think this one is trying to seduce us, Lucas. What do you think?”

Lucas leaned forward and stroked his hand down her bare rear. “I think you’re right.”

“What should we do with her?”

Lucas practically growled his response. “I can think of several things.”

“Take off that night gown. I want nothing between you and my hands.”

Oh, she wanted that too. She pulled the night gown over her head and Rafian ran his hands down her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were erect and sensitive.

Lucas urged her with his hands to widen her stance and slipped his fingers between her thighs to toy with her. Soon they had her weak in the legs, teetering from the need they kindled in her body.

“On your hands and knees in the center of the floor.” Lust gave Rafian’s voice an edge.

She sank to the carpet in front of the fireplace and, before turning onto her hands and knees, flashed them and gave them a coy look. Lust flared over both their faces, making her smile. She liked this game.

Spreading her knees, she tilted her hips a little and stretched like a cat. Her breasts hung full, nipples erect, and she knew the fire gave her skin a rosy glow. Both men knelt on either side of her. Their hands explored her breasts, ran over her rear, delved between her thighs. She couldn’t tell whose hands were whose. There were four of them, hungry, demanding, giving pleasure.

One of the men slipped a finger inside her, then added another, thrusting in and out. At the same time, Rafian—it had to be him—brought his palm down on her rear. She yelped, her head snapping back in surprise rather than pain. Heat spread from the impact, warming her sex, tingling through it. Again and again his palm came down on her bottom, and all the while Lucas thrust his thick fingers in and out of her, creating an odd mixture of sweet sting and deep pleasure. Her body rocked back and forth with Lucas’s movements, the skin of one of her buttocks reddened from Rafian’s hand.

Rafian put his mouth close to her ear and dipped his hand between her thighs from the front, finding her clit. He pressed and rotated the swollen nub, making her moan. “Come for us, Kaitlyn,” he whispered.

Her breath shuddered out of her as the pressure of her climax built. He stroked her bud in perfect rhythm with Lucas’s strokes. It burst over her in a wave that stole her breath, her ability to think. Her body shuddered under the force of it, moans ripping from her throat.

When the waves had passed, Rafian said hoarsely, “I need you, Kaitlyn. We both do.”

“But not here. On the bed.” Lucas gently scooped her into his arms and stood like she weighed nothing. The three of them went into the bedroom.

“I want her bound,” said Rafian, taking something from a drawer. It was a long silk tie, which he wound through the head board. “On your back, Kaitlyn, hands above your head.”

She crawled onto the bed and did as he asked. Neither of the men moved for what felt like a full minute, taking in her long, bare body as she lay there, offering herself to them.

“You’re beautiful,” Rafian whispered as he secured her wrists above her head and knotted the silk. It was tight, too tight for her to escape, but it didn’t hurt. He slid his hand down her arms and cupped her breasts, drawing his thumbs over the hardened peaks until she moaned.

Lucas grasped her knees and pushed them up and out, exposing her aching sex for both of them. “She’s pretty, isn’t she, Rafian?”

Rafian petted her clit with his thumb, which was swollen and sensitive, begging for his touch. t="0Gorgeous. I wonder how many times we can make her come?”

“I am still in the room you know,” she breathed out, then moaned as Lucas slipped two fingers deep inside her while Rafian caressed her clit. She tensed, pulling against the silk ties.

“Oh, we know you’re in the room, beautiful,” purred Rafian. “You’re the only important thing in the world to us.”

Lucas picked up the pace of his thrusts. “You’re dying to have me or Rafian spread your thighs and fuck you until you can’t breathe, isn’t that true? Can you imagine one of us thrusting inside you now? Rafian’s breath hot on your neck, my heated body sliding against yours?”

“Yes, all of it. I want it all.”

Rafian climbed off the bed to retrieve something from a drawer. She worried about that for about half a second, right up until the moment Lucas lowered his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips.

A moan dragged itself from her throat as his masterful tongue slipped over her folds and back up to her clit again. Nestling against the swollen bud, he stroked it back and forth until she bucked against his mouth. The sight of his dark head between her thighs was almost enough to make her come, but Lucas knew how to use his mouth on top of that. Worse, Lucas, just like Rafian, also knew how to withhold an orgasm, building up the pressure until she exploded.

Pulling the skin away from her bud on either side, he used the tip of his tongue against it to push her right up to the edge of a climax. She moved her hips restlessly, wanting something to fill her, but he pinned her down with powerful hands and continued the torment.

Rafian's mouth found her breasts and sucked her nipple to a hard little point. Pleasure coursed through her. While Rafian laved each of her nipples to exquisite perfection, Lucas’s tongue teased her until she moaned.

After Lucas had left her a panting mess, her sex slick from his attentions, Rafian moved between her thighs with something in his hand. Her face felt flushed and her breath was coming hard and fast.

He and Rafian helped her to turn on her knees, adjusting her ties to allow her to brace herself on the pillows. Her head rested on her hands, hips tilted up, thighs spread, exposed to them both.

“Oh, yes, baby, that’s it,” murmured Lucas, petting her. “So pretty like that.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked Rafian. Her words were shaking and slurred with the intense arousal of her body.

He set the head of a smooth, cool, lubricated object to the entrance of her rear. “We’re getting you ready to take both our cocks at the same time.” Rubbing her clit with his other hand, he pressed the object inside.

She moaned as it slid in slowly inch by inch, stretching her muscles. Never would she have guessed she’d enjoy this kind of play. Another inch, another. He kept up the slow stroke of his fingers to her clit as he pushed it inside farther and farther, adding intense pleasure to the slight bite of discomfort. The blend of the two was an incredible sensation, made a haze of pure, animalistic sexual need slip over her mind.

Finally the object was seated all the way inside her. Rafian thrust it in and out of her as Lucas took over rubbing her bud and alternately thrusting his fingers deep inside her. She bucked against the ropes, so close to coming it was making her wild.

“Do you like that, sweet Kaitlyn,” Lucas purred, “Do you want to be fucked right now?”