Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  The view had fascinated Tara. She’d stood there for the last thirty minutes looking out over the beautiful stretch of trees and river in the gorge below her as they talked. He’d been more than happy to stand back and watch her. The view had distracted her and a couple of well-chosen questions had her chatting away about her dreams to him.

  “You’re good at that.”

  “Good at what?” he asked.

  “Getting other people to talk.” She turned and walked back to where he was leaning back against a rock face. “You don’t talk much about yourself, do you?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Not much to tell.”

  “Now, that I find hard to believe.” Tara tilted her head slightly to the side, pushing her hands in the pockets of her pants. “You see, I’ve been watching you, too.”

  “Really?” He liked this game. “What do you see?”

  “I see a man who always seems to be in the shadows, like a wallflower.”

  Lars grinned at her analogy. “Wallflower, huh?” He looked over his shoulder at the rock face he was leaning against. “You might have a point.”

  “You don’t talk much, but I always know when you’re looking at me.” She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. He knew this wasn’t some coy game. Tara didn’t have a manipulative bone in her body. He’d bet Beatrice’s journal she didn’t know what to do next.

  If she isn’t certain, I have some ideas. “How do you know that?”

  Her cheeks flushed and he wondered if her pussy was the same shade as her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “You blush and my cock gets hard,” he whispered into her ear.

  She gripped the muscle running along the top of his shoulder when he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “I wanted to watch you and Cris earlier today.”

  “See…wallflower.”

  He grinned at the teasing tone to her voice. “Does your pussy tingle when I watch you, Tara? Are you wet for me now?”

  A soft whimper vibrated in her throat and Lars ran his lips along the front of her neck. He wrapped his hands around her ass. Pressing a leg between hers, he dragged her up his thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  She gasped, a high, delicate sound that made his balls ache. All he could think about was sinking himself into her and fucking her till she screamed out over the trees.

  “You don’t think I’m…I’d do this with anyone?” she asked.

  “Never.” Lars wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up, pressing the ridge of his cock against her pussy. He could feel the heat coming off her through the thin material of her pants and almost came from how pleasurable her weight felt against him. “You and Cris have a special bond, as is ours.”

  “Ours?”

  “Yes, ours.” Cupping the cheeks of her ass, he rode the seam of her pants. He rubbed the ridge of his cock against the thin cotton covering her pussy, tilting her hips so the majority of the friction centered on her clit. She panted, gripped his shoulders, and dug the heels of her sneakers into his ass. Her presence sank into his soul, deeper and deeper the more time they spent together, making him her slave.

  “Please, Lars.” Her forehead rested on his chest, her fingers gripped tightly to his shoulders.

  “Tell me.”

  Her cheeks flushed a deeper colour and she hid her face buried in his neck, mumbling against his skin. He understood her muffled words but wanted to hear them, watch her mouth as she demanded what she needed.

  “Tara, look at me and tell me.”

  She peeked up at him and he rocked his length against her, sending a wave of throbbing pleasure along his cock. Much more of this and he was going to come in his pants like some inexperienced kid.

  “I need you.” Her voice was as soft as the breeze.

  “Need me how?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Lars reached in front of her and undid the button and zipper on the front of her pants. Adjusting their position and keeping his gaze locked with hers, he reached in and stroked the soft, downy tufts that hid her clit from view.

  “So soft and wet. I can feel your cream soaking my fingers.”

  The flush moved down her cheeks, staining her neck with colour as she rolled her hips against his cock. So she likes to listen? That was going to pose a challenge. Lars wasn’t a big talker to begin with, but if that was what she needed, he would do anything for her.

  “When I take these off of you, I’m going to turn you around and make you brace your hands against the wall.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, your ass will be up in the air, exposing your pretty pussy. I can kneel behind you and lick you to my heart’s content.” She shivered and her nipples poked out against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. She likes that, too. He made a mental note not to forget.

  “But what if someone comes by?”

  Who’s going to see us out here? He didn’t want to take away from any nervous tension she felt by confessing. His focus was on her and her pleasure. So instead of answering, he placed her feet on the ground and then knelt in front of her.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, tugging on his braid.

  Lars ignored her anxious whisper and lifted up her T-shirt and pressed a kiss to her tummy. The muscles contracted and she gasped. Her skin was a soft as silk under his lips. Nuzzling her, he could smell her arousal, a tangy, musky scent that was all hers. It made his mouth water for a taste. He lowered to his knees in front of her, dropped her shirt, and tugged on her pants, pulling them over her hips, carefully taking her panties with them.

  “Lars, what are you doing?” Her whisper took on a slightly frantic edge as she looked around them, still gripping his braid in her hand.

  He thought it was obvious and didn’t need any explanation. She’d catch up in a second. Wrapping a hand around one of her slim ankles, his lifted her leg and pulled her free of her clothes. The soft curls covering her pussy tickled the backs of his fingers as he teased her, and when he pressed one finger along the slit, her silky cream coated his skin. She moaned low in her throat at his touch and his cock throbbed painfully. The urge to lift her up and impale her pounded at his senses and thoughts. She would feel so tight around him, gripping his length.

  He turned and lifted her up so she stood on a rocky ledge, running his hands up the inside of her legs, encouraging her to spread them. “Press your hands against the wall, Tara.” At this height, her pussy was above his face. When he stood back up, he knew she would be the perfect height to slip his cock into her.

  The urge to drive into her increased, but he batted it back. Despite the lusty urge to devour her, he wanted to take his time. Tara bent over, and it tilted her pelvis perfectly, bringing her blushing pink pussy into view. She proved to be very ticklish, giggling and squirming as he trailed his fingers up her legs and squeezed the round globes of her ass. She gasped and leaned back into his hands.

  Lars pulled her cheeks apart and groaned at the beautiful sight of her moist, shining cunt and pretty rosebud above it. Tara moaned softly and he watched her leg muscles tense up as she tried to pull away from him. He quickly darted a look around and ascertained no one had come upon them, so that left one other reason for her sudden nervousness.

  “Feeling exposed?” He blew a stream of air at the tight rosebud, watching it clench together. Droplets of moisture gathered at the seam of her pussy. She wasn’t that opposed to what he was doing.

  “Yes.” She lifted up onto her tiptoes.

  “I’ll take you there, Tara.” He blew a stream of air against her wet pussy and watched as a droplet escaped and tracked down her leg. Lars caught it was his tongue and followed the tangy path up to her cunt.

  Her legs quivered under his tongue and he took a breath, fighting the urge to end this too early. He flicked his tongue along the seam of her pussy, loving the soft cries she made. Tara wasn’t a quiet lover and he liked that. He wanted to hear her voice, making demands and begging for re
lease.

  “Cris and I will trap you between us and sink our cocks into your body.” Her pussy clenched and he felt her quiver under his teasing strokes. “Tell me.”

  Tara pushed her pussy back toward his face, but he gripped her hips, anchoring her in place. “Say it.”

  “Please touch me, Lars.”

  He loved the sound of his name when she was on the verge of an orgasm. Another mental note and he tapped her rosebud with his finger. “How?”

  “Your tongue. Lick me.” Her words were so soft he wasn’t entirely certain he heard her correctly. Every time he tapped her rosebud, her body twitched and she gasped. That she wasn’t pulling away thrilled him and he looked forward to introducing her to more than she’d experienced. Her reaction to his touch warned him she wasn’t used to anal play. That was something he looked forward to.

  “I can’t hear you.” Making lazy little circles with his middle finger around her anus, he traced the seam of her pussy with his thumb.

  “My pussy.” She managed a louder response this time, but her body was quivering.

  Some of Lars’s hair had escaped his braid. A breeze puffed it up over her lower back, and her body arched as it slid off the side of her hip. Interesting. Her sensuality was an instinctive response since he was sure she had no idea how well she reacted to physical touch. He adjusted his hold on her ass and ran his tongue along the moisture-laden crease of her pussy, delving into the seam to gather the pungent taste of her.

  “Ohh.” Tara’s voice echoed off the wall in front of her.

  She tasted like the sweetest mead on his tongue, and before she could draw a breath he delved in for another taste. This time he opened her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her dewy, flushed pussy. His brain filled with Danish phrases he hadn’t used in a century. Out here in the forest he felt as though he’d stepped back in time, back when claiming a woman outdoors was as natural as breathing.

  “Min blomst.” He swirled his tongue around the entrance to her pussy and then down to where her clit poked out from beneath its protective hood.

  Tara cried out again, spurring him on. He kept one finger on her rosebud, teasing her as he continued to lap at her pussy, pausing to nip at the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shivered under his ministrations. He pressed his tongue into her channel and felt her begin to flutter. She cried out again, this time in frustration when he leaned away from her.

  “Not like this.” When she experienced her first orgasm under his hands, he wanted her facing him. Traditions, centuries older than him, emerged from his buried memories. The other half of his soul deserved more respect than a fast fucking against a rock face.

  He quickly divested himself of his clothes and turned her around. He backed up to a softer spot of ground and kneeled back down in front of her. Her cheeks looked flushed and another cool breeze lifted his hair, curling it around her legs as he urged her closer. The only reaction to the cooler weather he noticed was her nipples tightening into delicious buds and a shiver ran along her body. “Come closer,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her hips as he pulled her in.

  He sat back on his heels and lowered Tara down onto his lap. His cock struck up between them. Feeling her dripping cunt stroke his length almost brought him to the edge. The incessant ache to drive up into her was consuming his thoughts.

  Tara’s eyes glittered and she wriggled her hips slightly, rocking against his cock. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

  “Yes or no?” Lars held up a condom he’d pulled from his jeans before stripping out of them. “You’re going to scream my name whether I’m buried cock deep in you or not.”

  Tara rocked against his cock again as she brushed her lips against his and pulled the condom from his fingertips. “Yes.” She smiled and he felt as though the goddess Freya had chosen him for a consort.

  He wrapped his hands around her hips and moved her back slightly. The feel of her delicate hands on his rock-hard cock almost ripped his control to shreds. A violent shudder racked his body and he groaned as she rolled the ridiculous piece of latex over his cock.

  Part of him revolted at the idea, but he wanted Tara to trust him and she’d gotten pregnant from unprotected sex before. Any future children would be conceived when she was ready. He wouldn’t take that away from her no matter how badly he wanted to.

  As soon as she flexed her legs to lift herself he cupped her ass and lifted her over his shaft. Lowering her, he prodded at her entrance, feeling the initial give of her muscles as he penetrated her.

  “Oh, god,” Tara gasped and her eyes fluttered closed and her head dropped to his shoulder.

  “Look at me,” Lars ordered from between clenched teeth. He would watch her face as he claimed her, as she would see him marked as hers. She was his for eternity, the other part of his soul. This moment in time was theirs and theirs alone. He could share her with Cris, but no other man would lay claim to her heart.

  Eyes the color of a forest on a summer day stared at him. He rocked up into her, gaining inch by inch as she sank down on him, her fingers clenched on his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, creating sharp prickles of awareness along his nerve endings. “Mine.” He lifted her and then lowered her again, gaining more depth in the tight sheath that gripped his cock. They rocked together. He hated the dulled feeling from the condom, but soon he would do without it. There would come a day when Tara knew all their secrets as they’d know hers and that was when she would accept she could never leave them.

  He sank the last inch of his cock into her body and clutched her close to him. He pressed kisses against her neck and shoulders as she swirled her hips in a seductive dance.

  Tara smiled, pulled the elastic from the bottom of his braid, and speared her fingers through the length of his hair, undoing the braid. Then she slid her hands under his hair, lifting it up so it slithered down her arms and over her chest. Watching his hair caress her breasts, parting to reveal the raspberry-coloured nipples, stole his breath. He slowly lowered her to the ground, his hair falling to either side of her face, forming a curtain around their heads, cutting them off from the rest of the world.

  Her legs slid up over his hips and locked at his lower back as he plundered the mouth of the woman he claimed. There’d been a day when his people had felt a great deal of pride in capturing their own brides. As far as he was concerned, he claimed Tara this day. She’d accepted both him and Cris into her body. She’d been captured, claimed, and branded as theirs.

  He rolled his hips and pulled out of her. The cool air on his wet cock was a shock, but plunging back inside of her made her feel all the hotter. His hunger grew as he shuttled in and out of her body. She clawed at his shoulders and her cries grew the faster he moved. He tightened his stomach and changed the angle ever so slightly. When he plunged into her, Tara’s beautiful eyes opened wider than before and her back arched, lifting her breasts to him.

  “God, Lars!” A rush of birds lifted from a tree above them with her scream, sounding like a Valkyrie battle cry to warn the pathetic mortals of her approach. He pistoned into her, making certain to keep the angle she preferred. He cupped her offered breast and rolled her nipple before pinching it slightly. “Lars!” His name echoed in the trees around them as her cunt clenched down tight on him. Three more strokes and he followed her over into bliss.

  His cock erupted, and he hollered out her name to the skies as her sheath fluttered and milked his cock of every drop. Lars pressed his face against her neck, licking the salty, damp skin, making her giggle. “That tickles.” She laughed and wriggled beneath him. “I should feel like a slut, but I can’t manage to care right now.”

  “Don’t.” Lars hated the thought of her thinking anything negative about herself. She was sheer perfection in his eyes and he wouldn’t allow anyone, including herself, to mar that image. “You offered yourself to us, no one else. We’ve agreed to share you so there’s nothing to feel shame about.”

  “But what kind of example am I showing my son?
”

  “You’ve shown Zack love is limitless. There’s more to give those who earn it.” He rolled on his back and lifted Tara above him. Despite the mind-blowing climax he’d had, his cock remained semihard and inside her. Every small movement woke it more and he felt himself lengthening inside of her.

  The cloud above shifted and allowed a beam of sunshine to light up their part of the forest. It warmed his skin and Tara turned her face to it. “This is a moment I’ll remember forever.”

  As would he. The sun set her hair glowing around her face like a golden crown. She sat on his cock, straddling him like goddess. Her hands rested on his chest.

  “Your heart’s still racing.” She stroked him over his heart and smiled down at him.

  “It beats faster when I’m near you.”

  A slow smile curled her lips. “That’s romantic.”

  Lars wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and led her face closer to his. “No, it’s honesty.” Her presence made his heart beat faster and his hunger for her touch increased.

  With her sprawled over his chest he kissed her gently, nipping at her lips and making that small laugh light the air around them. Against his body’s acute desire, he eased himself from her molten depths and carefully removed the used condom before his cock got any harder. He hoped Tara would allow herself to fall in love quickly because he hated wearing those ridiculous things.

  For now his focus was keeping her happy and gaining her trust, and using those silicone sheaths was a step in that direction. If it meant he would be guaranteed her love for his lifetime, he’d wear one every time he touched her.

  Tara’s stomach rumbled and they both started laughing at the sound. “I might’ve skipped breakfast this morning.”

  “I think you skip too many meals.” Lars slid his hands over her slim body and cupped her ass. Cris said she’d lost a lot of weight over the years and he wanted to make certain she never went hungry again. He patted her naked thigh. “Get dressed, I don’t want you to get a chill, and I’ll make us something to eat.”