Chaos forged, p.21
Chaos Forged, page 21
The comment sparked a flicker of amusement despite her own frustration.
She sat up and dragged the zipper of her one piece suit to the bottom, rolling her shoulders to disentangle them and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, dropping it beside her when it fell free. Sabin had, somehow, come to rest straddling her when they’d gotten into the bed, and she discovered she could only peel the suit to her hips.
She fell back against the pillows, leaving the rest in his hands.
Drawn by the bounce of her breasts, his gaze fastened on them and his entire attention seemed to instantly focus there. He lightly traced one of the blue lines that led to the tip, studying the nipple with apparent fascination as it came erect. Settling lower, he traced the other veins he could see beneath the skin. “Your skin is translucent here.”
Danielle couldn’t decide whether he found that fact appealing or repulsive. She swallowed with difficulty. “It’s ugly?”
He flicked a look at her face. “There is no part of you that does not appeal to my senses. It is … fascinating.”
He seemed more fascinated by the reaction of her nipples to his touch. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations wafting through her from his touch, although it was almost more torture than pleasure. “Kiss me there,” she whispered in demand when she couldn’t stand the teasing anymore.
He leaned closer at once, covering one tip with his mouth and sucking on it experimentally. She clasped her arms around his head. “More.”
She couldn’t have asked for more enthusiasm. His uncertainty vanished. He kissed first one and then the other with the same verve that he kissed her lips, pulling and suckling on them until she thought she’d lose her mind. She sank deeper and deeper into a heated, hazy cloud of fevered need until she couldn’t be still, until she felt her body reach a surfeit of pleasure and explode in a minor eruption that startled her. Disappointment warred with pleasure.
She’d never come just from having her breasts suckled.
It had been woefully tame, though, and the disappointment from that and the certainty that she was done stole from the enjoyment of it.
She dismissed it when he lifted his head to look at her. He shifted upward then, framing her head with his elbows and seeking her lips. To her pleased surprise, she felt herself soaring upward toward the pinnacle again as if she hadn’t already come. The tension gathered in her belly again, stronger than before.
Eager now to feel him inside of her, she began shoving at his clothing. He flinched when she found his erection and closed her fingers around the heated length of him, stroking him. His cock jerked in her hand threateningly.
He broke the kiss, panting hoarsely. Grasping his clothes, he shoved at them for a moment and finally rolled off of her when he discovered he couldn’t rid himself of them while on his knees. He’d already straddled her again when he realized the bottom half of her own suit was still around her hips. Grabbing them and the panties she wore beneath, he jerked them downward past her knees and fell over her, trying to skewer her with his cock while her legs were still bound together at the ankles.
Nearly as desperate as he was by that time, she managed to free one ankle and spread her thighs wide enough to accommodate his hips. A gasp of sheer delight escaped at her as he dragged his cock along her cleft, found the mouth of her sex, and pushed inside of her.
It was an uphill battle from there. She was so excited that, despite the moisture her body had produced, the muscles along her channel were spasming, locked against his incursion. She heard him grinding his teeth together as he pushed into her and was expelled over and over, gaining just enough ground each time to frustrate both of them, until her natural lubrication finally overcame the resistance of her flesh and he sank fully inside of her.
He stilled, panting for breath. As he gathered himself and lifted away from her for leverage, Danielle caught a glimpse of On standing not three feet from them, watching. It startled her, sent a shockwave through her that caught Sabin’s attention. He tensed, his head whipping in that direction, but, contrary to what she’d expected, the tension left him the moment he recognized his brother.
He met her gaze for a suspended moment in time and then lowered his mouth to hers.
For a handful of heartbeats, she resisted the lure and then crumbled beneath his assault to her senses as he began to pump inside of her, kissing her at the same time. The stroke of his tongue in one mouth and his cock in the other left no room for awareness of anything else. She curled her arms around him, lifting her hips to meet each thrust as fire blazed in her belly and each stroke brought her closer to culmination.
And still she felt On’s heated gaze like a caress when Sabin broke the kiss at last and began driving into her with the hard, quick desperation of his own rising needs. With a strenuous effort, she managed to lift her eyelids a fraction and peered toward On. She hadn’t imagined it. On’s face was taut, his eyes blazing, his entire demeanor eloquent of the need thundering through him.
She dragged her gaze from him and discovered the same look on Sabin’s face and came, shatteringly. Sabin began to shake all over, hard quakes, as if he felt her convulsions of bliss himself. Then, abruptly, he shuddered to a halt, gasping hoarsely, jerking all over each time his cock spasmed with his own climax.
His locked arms shook harder with weakness when his body had finally ceased to spasm in release. He allowed his head to drop forward, panting for breath. His long black hair fell around them like a curtain.
Danielle studied him, pleased with the absence of tension that told her he’d thoroughly expended himself and yet doubtful, uncertain about what to make of On’s appearance and Sabin’s complete lack of animosity about it.
In point of fact, it was more as if he welcomed his brother watching.
Knowing he was watching, wanted her, had made her come, shooting her toward climax with breathtaking speed.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to accept that, but she couldn’t convince herself that it had interfered with her pleasure in any way.
Dragging in a last, deep, shuddering breath, Sabin seemed to gather himself and launched himself toward the empty space on the bed beside her, landing heavily, bonelessly, as if the action had taken the last of his strength and he had none left to break his fall.
She twisted her head to look at him and discovered he was staring at the ceiling.
“I feel as if there is hardly enough strength left in my body to pump my heart and lungs,” he murmured thickly.
Danielle felt her lips curl in spite of the doubts still flickering through her mind. “What else do you feel?”
He thought it over. “Peace,” he said finally. “A tremendous urge to sleep.”
She chuckled.
Pulling in a sustaining breath, Sabin rolled toward her, folding one arm to prop his head on and placing his other hand on her belly, his fingers splayed as if he was comparing the measurements, or maybe the contrast between the darker skin of his hand and the pale white of her belly? “What brought you?” he asked, flicking a glance at On.
Danielle turned to look at On herself. He was frowning, she saw.
“I do not recall,” he muttered after a moment. Dark color rose in his face the moment he said it.
The uneasy suspicion that it had somehow been arranged between them vanished and amusement took its place.
“It could not have been anything of consequence, then.”
On blinked, but he couldn’t seem to drag his gaze from her body. His frown deepened. “It seemed so at the time,” he said absently, his voice strained.
“Yet, you have now forgotten?”
On dragged his gaze from the damp hair at the apex of her thighs and stared at Sabin a little blankly. “I have misplaced it,” he qualified. “I am certain it will come to me again.”
Danielle glanced at Sabin questioningly. He seemed almost to be teasing On. Surprise flickered through her when she saw the gleam of amusement in his eyes and realized he was. The only thing she wasn’t certain of was whether it was malicious in nature or not. She didn’t think so, but she never would’ve expected him to tease On at all. They seemed almost inseparable in some ways. In others—well, they weren’t demonstrative by any stretch of the imagination. If there was affection, it was hard to detect.
“He and I are one,” he said, almost as if in answer to the question in her eyes.
It seemed an odd statement and only gave rise to more questions.
“He wants you. He wants to feel the things that I felt.”
Danielle felt heat rise in her cheeks. She didn’t actually need Sabin to tell her that. She frowned. “I don’t understand what you’re suggesting.”
“You do. You just do not understand what I am saying.”
Feeling a flicker of both anger and dawning hurt, Danielle pushed herself upward on her elbows. “You want me to have sex with him?”
“You misunderstand,” he said tiredly.
“I misunderstand,” On said tightly.
Sabin lay back, staring at the ceiling. “When you watched me with Danielle, did you feel as if you were watching yourself?”
On flicked a lingering gaze over Danielle. “Yes,” he said a little hoarsely.
Danielle felt her belly tighten, abruptly realizing what he was saying, what he’d meant all the time. “You want to watch?”
“Not if it is not acceptable to you. Not if it will make you believe that I do not care for you. I did not understand why Nick felt the need to batter me. I am still not certain that I understand that completely. You shared yourself with him before and I do not feel that what you shared with me was diminished in any way. Was it?”
Danielle swallowed, more uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. She hadn’t tried to make it a secret that she’d been with Nick before, but she hadn’t tried to advertise it either. “No!”
“It would be diminished in some way if you gave to On what you gave to me?”
Danielle stared at him. “You wouldn’t feel like it was?”
“I do not know. I have always thought of On and I and … I have always thought of us as one. I do not think so, but then I have never experienced anything like this. All of it is new to me.”
Danielle glanced at On, feeling warmth stir in her at the suggestion. She still wasn’t sure she liked the idea of experimenting … and yet it was tempting.
More than that. She wasn’t immune to the desire in On’s eyes.
But would Sabin discover that it did matter? Would it destroy something fragile and precious?
Or was it not there at all? Did it only exist in her?
She lifted her gaze to On, studying his face, feeling the sheer force of his need like a physical assault. Questions and doubts still churned in her mind, but she reached for him, grasping his hand.
He swallowed audibly. Doubt flickered in his own eyes. He resisted her tug at his hand until she released it. Almost trance-like, the moment she let go of his hand, he began pulling at his clothes in almost frantic haste to shed them.
A flicker of alarm went through Danielle, but heat flashed through her at his eagerness, as well.
Sabin’s hand tightened on her. He shifted over, carrying her with him. She thought at first that it was a gesture of possessiveness until she realized he’d moved over to give On room to join them.
The thought didn’t seem to enter On’s mind. She wasn’t certain he even noticed. He settled on the bed facing her, a look in his eyes almost of wonder as he skimmed his gaze over her. She didn’t know if he was uncertain of where to start or worried that she would slap him if he touched her, but he merely stared at her so long that impatience got the better of her.
She shifted closer, until her bare body was pressed lightly against his. He jumped as if he’d had fire touch him and nearly fell off the edge of the bed.
Amusement fisted in her chest, but something else far warmer and more tender, as well. She caught his hand, guiding it to her waist and curled her fingers around the back of his neck, urging him closer. He tilted his head to match his mouth to hers as she lifted her face to him.
For several moments, he merely pressed his lips to hers. Then he sucked in a shuddering breath, opened his mouth over hers and her entire being erupted into chaotic pleasure. Surprise threaded the pandemonium as it flickered through her mind that it might almost have been Sabin, that there was barely a hair’s difference between their taste and scent.
Then he banished the thought, swept the familiarity from her mind.
As fierce as his need was, as fervent as his exploration of her mouth, he didn’t seem to be content merely to explore it endlessly as Sabin did. Beyond that, each touch almost seemed to carry a current of heat. He broke the kiss within moments and detoured to her throat, the side of her neck, her ear.
She wasn’t certain if she was dizzy with his movements alone or with the barrage of sensations hitting her from different directions that drove her heat index through the roof.
He returned to her mouth, kissed her until the need for air drove him away and charted a path downward, lingering at her breasts just long enough to leave her gasping for breath before he moved lower. He worked his way all the way down to her belly, nipping and sucking at her skin until she felt as if she’d rolled in a bed of stinging ants, and then wound his way upward again.
It was all the foreplay she could handle for the moment. She coiled one leg around his hips, using it to banish the space between their genitals. Instantly distracted, he rolled, curling his hips and plowing his cock along the lips of her sex. Danielle reached between them a little frantically, grasped his engorged member and thrust it home, bucking to try to sheathe his length the moment they made a positive connection.
He uttered a choked grunt as her muscles clenched around his cock, as if he’d been punched in the belly but, far from deterring him, he seemed to lose focus in everything beyond driving as deeply inside of her as he could get.
He hit bottom and kept pushing for several moments, as if it took that long to reach his brain that he could go no further. Danielle couldn’t find it within her to object. His grinding motions against her clit almost set her off. She locked her legs around him, squeezing her eyes tightly closed and rotating her hips and then arched her head back as her body began to quake with release, uttering a low groan.
On shuddered, pumping his hips despite her frantic grip on him with her legs. It drove her climax to new heights, rocking her so hard she was still spasming when he reached his own peak and bathed her channel with his hot seed.
Gasping for breath, she allowed her arms and legs to drop limply to the bed. On collapsed weakly on top of her, forcing the air from her lungs. She panted for breath, reluctant to shove him off despite the effort it took to breathe.
She wasn’t certain if gratitude inspired it or if it was an urge to sooth, but she lifted a hand to stroke his damp hair and back when she felt the tremors still running through him.
She paused when it suddenly occurred to her that Sabin was watching the two of them, opening her eyes to look at him worriedly.
He met her gaze steadily. There was a light in his eyes that she couldn’t fathom. His gaze flicked to On. “You are crushing her with your weight.”
On moved with obvious effort. His eyes were clouded with confusion for a moment, but he stirred. Struggling, he pushed himself up and rolled off of her.
When he did, Sabin pulled her against his length and curled around her with his arm and leg. She nestled her head on his shoulder, trying to decide whether his attitude denoted possessiveness or protectiveness.
“You enjoyed watching?” she asked tentatively.
His deep sigh could’ve meant anything. “Yes. Not as much as I enjoy joining my body with yours, but, yes.”
She still felt discomfort rise inside of her, confusion, anxiety, but she was so spent from climaxing she felt sleep dragging her down. She was drifting toward oblivion when she felt On move close behind her, felt his still slightly ragged breath brush her hair, his long legs glide along hers. She stirred, opening her eyes, and saw that Sabin and On were looking at each other. After a moment, Sabin settled his head on the pillow beside hers again and removed his leg from her hips. On moved closer, draped his arm across her below Sabin’s arm and relaxed.
Chapter Thirteen
Danielle woke still sandwiched between On and Sabin, opening her eyes with an effort. It roused her further when she discovered that the arms and legs laying across her belonged to both of them and that they were each propped on one elbow like mirrored bookends, studying her.
A slow smile curled On’s lips and lit his eyes.
Sabin’s expression lightened, as well, though his lips didn’t quite form a smile. He leaned down to rub his cheek and nose against hers, dragging in a deep breath, as if to capture her scent. “You must go back before the others awaken,” he murmured.
Danielle frowned at him quizzically when he lifted his head to study her face.
“You did not put that from my mind,” he said, amusement threading his voice.
She didn’t know whether to be offended or not. She supposed it could be argued that she’d tried, but she hadn’t—not consciously, she didn’t think. She found herself smiling at him anyway.
Closing her eyes, she stretched luxuriously, enjoying the pull of her muscles. “I like it where I am,” she murmured. She felt a cock rise against either thigh and smiled inwardly with satisfaction.
“I like it where you are, as well,” On said, “but Sabin is right. It will be best for you.”
She looked at him questioningly, wondering how he knew what Sabin had said earlier. She was certain he hadn’t been in the room then. Then again, they’d been awake when she woke. She supposed, a little irritably, that they’d been comparing notes.
It stirred warmth inside of her when images of those ‘notes’ flooded her mind. She stroked a hand along Sabin’s chest. “We could always experiment a little more before I go back. I’m not sure I got that just right. Practice makes perfect.”
