Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “Make love to me. Help me remember.”

  She ground her moist heat against the linen covering his thigh, and he realized she wore nothing beneath this gown. He lifted it slowly, watching as the moonlight revealed her smooth skin one inch at a time. He had once thought her the most beautiful woman in existence. Though her body was taller and her coloring was different, her breasts lighter and her hips not as curvy, he once again fell in love with the physical perfection of her flesh.

  With the pad of one thumb, he grazed her nipple. It puckered into a hard peak his mouth watered to taste. He dipped his head and drew the pebbled point between his teeth. She hissed and moaned, pressing his head closer. The delightful perfume of her arousal drifted to his nose, aided by the breeze.

  “You smell like the heavens, my love. Let me taste you.”

  He didn’t wait for permission. His woman didn’t feel the need to command where sex was concerned. She might rule them all with an iron fist with regard to all other matters, but she left the bedroom decisions up to them.

  As he expected, Circe widened her stance. Her woman’s dew already coated the unnaturally short hairs that barely covered her lips. Caiden frowned briefly, and then he dismissed whatever fad caused her to trim her pubic hair. He found it attractive and functional. His tongue darted out, licking away the first drops of her desire.

  Musky and sweet, she tasted heavenly. He parted her lips roughly with his thumbs and licked with abandon. She moaned and thrust her hips against his face.

  He lifted her, halting her actions, and laid her onto a soft blanket. She started and looked around, trying to orient herself to the changes.

  “This world exists in my head,” he said. “If I want something, all I have to do is imagine it, and it becomes real.”

  She glanced around again. Waves lapped nearby. “Can you imagine a whole bunch of white candles of all different sizes and shapes? I always thought that would be very romantic.”

  Caiden blinked, and her wish manifested. His gaze swept the scene and agreed with her assumption. Candlelight mixed with moonlight, and the velvety darkness of the vast night sky blanketed everything. Very romantic, indeed.

  She stared up at him, and her eyes misted over. She reached a trembling hand to touch his cheek. “You do love me.”

  He nodded. “More than life itself.”

  She gripped him hard, jerking his head down to crash his lips against hers. He hadn’t expected such an aggressive move from his sweet little Circe. Fire raged between them. He allowed her to control the kiss for a bit, and then he evened things out, giving as much as he received. She gentled, melding her body to his, lifting her hips to grind her sweet pussy against his erection.

  Her hands explored his chest, tantalizing him with a touch that alternated light and rough. At last, she slid one hand between them and gripped his cock, stroking it through the thin linen of his pants. Caiden nearly exploded in her hand.

  Wrenching her hand away, he pinned her wrists to the ground. He leaned all of his weight on them, understanding the battle of wills that would ultimately win in this plane of existence.

  He peered down and read the surprise in her eyes. She didn’t struggle against his hold. Relenting a bit, he eased some of his weight away.

  “I want to touch you.”

  Caiden grunted. “Not yet.”

  “You sound like Soren. Am I really so beautiful that you can’t control yourself when I touch you?”

  “Beautiful, desirable, incendiary. Yes, Circe, you are all of those things and more. If we’re not careful, you’ll consume me whole.” Caiden kissed her hard to stop the flow of words. Soon, she would remember everything and discussions like this would become redundant.

  * * * *

  Riley felt as if flames licked the edges of her soul. Caiden’s kiss consumed her, mastered her will. She felt herself yielding to him, all the while knowing the submission was temporary. While it felt real, she knew it wasn’t. Only minutes ago, she had fallen asleep in Soren’s arms.

  He kissed her cheeks and eyelids before trailing a path of fire from one earlobe to the other. She thrust her pelvis against him, trying to sate some of the need smoldering between her legs.

  Caiden shifted his weight, moving her arms so that he could hold both wrists with one hand. His free shoulder dropped, and he caught her leg under her knee. With practiced ease, he shifted until he held her down by pinning her knees against her chest. This position bared her pussy to his gaze. He licked and sucked a path down her torso, pausing at intervals to nip and kiss her inner thighs.

  Memories, indistinct except for the pulsing hedonism and the tender impressions of love, flooded back to Riley. This wasn’t her first time with Caiden. Like Soren, he preferred the dominant position. She knew he wasn’t going to let her do anything he didn’t want her to do. No matter how much she yearned to touch him, he would never surrender that control.

  Not to her, anyway.

  He would, however, surrender it to Soren. He would kneel at Soren’s feet and welcome Soren’s hard cock inside his mouth, swallowing the complete length until nothing remained.

  Riley now had not one, but two men to dominate her in bed. And yet, she knew neither would hesitate to fulfill her slightest wish.

  Caiden pushed her wrists down, the sand beneath the blanket moving easily to cradle them. Then he let go, and she understood she wasn’t to move her hands. Riley needed to hold something, so she grabbed for the blanket, squishing it in her fists.

  He paused in nibbling just outside of her labia. “Good girl, Circe. Keep those hands exactly where I put them.”

  With that, he clamped his mouth onto her pussy, sucking hard at much more flesh than she thought possible. The inferno of his mouth combined with the sharp pinch of the suction, stimulating her too fast to allow her to become used to it. She cried out, instinctively arching her back to dilute the sensation. Caiden paused his actions and pushed her back down, a warning with which she instantly complied.

  His mouth never left her pussy. He sucked harder, grinding his tongue on the flesh surrounding her hole. The roughness and the slight pain reminded her of the way it felt to be stretched wide as Soren pounded into her. The exquisiteness of the feelings he generated bloomed, and her pussy no longer wanted to retreat. She thrust, pressing closer.

  Caiden lifted his head. “That’s it, darling. I knew you’d like that. Give me your hands.”

  Slowly, she lowered her hands, expecting the muscles in her shoulders to ache and protest. Since this was a dream, they did not. Caiden placed each of her hands under their respective knees. Now she held herself completely open to him. He sat back on his heels and raked his gaze over her offering.

  “Beautiful, Circe. Simply gorgeous. See how your pussy weeps for me? It begs to be licked and sucked and fucked. You want that, darling, don’t you?”

  Riley wished he would touch her. She wished he would at least caress her folds as he spoke. He did caress her folds, but he used only his eyes, and it didn’t count for much except to make her want him more.

  She realized he waited for her answer. Hastily, she nodded. “Yes, Caiden, please. I wish you would call me Riley.”

  He shook his head. The small movement conveyed a wealth of meaning. “That name is temporary. Circe is timeless. You, my love, are timeless. Soon, you will remember, and none of this nonsense will matter.”

  Riley didn’t think her name constituted nonsense, but she didn’t want him to stop. An intuition tugged at the back of her mind, warning her to keep quiet. She wanted this from Caiden. She needed it. If he stopped now, a piece of her soul would tear away, and she might never know why she felt such love for this man.

  Sensing her acceptance, he traced her folds with one finger. One became two, and he plunged them both into her waiting opening. Riley moaned and basked in the fullness of this preliminary penetration. He worked her this way until her breaths came in gasps and pleas.

  She wanted so badly to move. She wanted to pu
sh him onto his back and ride him until she came, which wouldn’t be all that long. He had yet to remove his pants, but his erection strained at the soft fabric, hard evidence of how much he wanted her.

  Then, in the blink of an eye, his clothes vanished. He removed her hands from where she obediently held her knees, and he pushed them to the side. She held her arms out, craving the feel of his chest against hers, and he lowered himself into her welcoming embrace.

  He didn’t protest when her greedy mouth found his and demanded kissing. With one thrust, his tongue and his cock staked claims in her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him without seeking to control the pace.

  There was no need for him to hold his weight from crushing her. In this dream world, the only things possible were the ones he allowed. One of his hands sought her breast. He squeezed and kneaded in time to his thrusts, spiking tendrils of heat through her body to clash with the ones radiating from her pussy. His other hand reached behind her, and his fingers, coated in her juices, breached the tight muscle guarding her anus. Riley didn’t flinch one bit. Soren had already prepared her this way.

  A thrill ran through her as she fought to control too many points of pleasure.

  “Come for me, Circe. Come, my darling.”

  Riley’s body obeyed instantly. The spikes and pulses merged, and she exploded with one long, loud cry.

  * * * *

  She opened her eyes to find Soren grinning down at her. He had propped himself up on one elbow. His free hand tweaked a nipple through the thin cotton of the shirt she had thrown on the night before to get water. If she didn’t watch closely, their activities were going to cause her to dehydrate.

  “Why do you look so damn cocky?” The voice emerging from her throat cracked and croaked. She put a hand to her throat and swallowed. Then she frowned at the sandpapery feel.

  “You had a wet dream, and I got to watch.”

  Realization dawned quickly. Though she wasn’t naked, Riley jerked the covers up to shield her body. Shame washed through her body, coating her insides with bitter fear. How would Soren react if he knew the content of her dream?

  His confident grin turned to a puzzled frown. “Honey? What’s wrong? You’re okay with me watching you climax when you’re awake, but you don’t like me watching when you’re asleep? I like watching you come.” He took her hand and set it down over his erection, also shielded by the covers. “I want to make you come again.”

  Of their own accord, her fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked it up and down. She forced herself to stop after a few moments.

  Soren snatched away the blanket, refusing to let her hide. He slid one hand under her ass and turned her until she lay on her side, her chest pressed to his. “My sense of smell is very developed, honey. I know you’re wet and ready.”

  She fingered a strand of his shaggy blond hair. It felt so much like Caiden’s silky locks. The entire dream felt too real to not have happened. At last, she met his gaze. “Soren, I wasn’t dreaming about you. I’m sorry.”

  He stroked a hand down her spine, and a thoughtful frown creased his brow. After several passes, he nodded. “Honey, I don’t expect to occupy your every thought. It’s okay if you dream about other men, but I do prefer you don’t tell me about it.”

  The guilt she hadn’t felt the night before finally made an appearance. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. This was the kind of conversation she needed to have with Torrey. Her sister might understand that she wanted to know why it seemed so real. Riley’s hand had come up to rest against his chest when he rolled her. She used it now to put some distance between them.

  Soren grunted, but he didn’t allow her to move away. “I’m not mad at you, Riley. I’m not even jealous.”

  “You shouldn’t be,” she said. “I didn’t intend to make you jealous.” She recalled thinking he might have liked to participate.

  Understanding glinted from his teal eyes. “It was the man you saw in the kitchen last night, wasn’t it? Caiden?”

  “He was real.” She whispered, knowing he would point out the obvious. He had watched her dream the sex. “He knew you. He seemed very pleased I had found you.”

  He smoothed her hair away from her temple. “I know being with me is hard for you. It’s going to take you some time to fully accept your feelings for me. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many men you dream about fucking.”

  Riley dropped her gaze. She studied the smooth planes of his chest, amazed that such a hairy beast could shift into someone who didn’t even have a light sprinkling of hair until just below his navel. In her dream, Caiden had made love to her. He had been dominating and demanding, but love permeated his every move and blazed from his eyes.

  With the curve of his finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re mine, Riley. Deep down, you know that. There’s nothing you can say that will tear me from your side, but this insistence of having other lovers, even dream lovers, needs to be something you keep to yourself.”

  He lifted her leg, draping it over his hip. The tip of his morning erection poked at her folds. The wetness there grew, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. From the satisfied smile lifting the corners of his mouth, she knew he scented exactly how much she wanted him.

  Defiant, she glared at him. “He’s your lover, too. Just wait, because the next time you fall asleep, he’ll come to you. Then you can tell me just how real it is to feel him sucking on your cock or fucking your ass.”

  All humor fled from Soren’s face. He growled and rolled them both, pinning her to the mattress with his body and his hands. “If I were to have sex with a man, I would be the one fucking his ass.”

  The image of Soren thrusting into Caiden, both of their faces twisted with pleasure and love, nearly sent Riley over the edge. She moistened her lips and tried not to think about the thick erection pressed along the length of her thigh. If he let her move, she could spread her legs and take him inside her.

  Just thinking about it made her want to have the two of them together. Caiden and Soren were both skilled lovers. Together, their combined skills would keep her in a constant state of longing and bliss.

  Soren shoved a knee between her legs, and she parted for him willingly, welcoming the way he filled her with one thrust. He rocked into her twice, and she couldn’t hold off the orgasm that crashed through her body. Her pussy pulsed, spasming around him, yet she was unable to milk a climax from him.

  He lifted one of her legs high. Before she could protest the way he stretched her muscles, he had turned her so that she lay on her stomach. The maneuver allowed his cock to stay encased in her silky softness.

  There was no way she could take his weight, and she desperately needed to feel his flesh against hers. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back. She thought he might position her on all fours and fuck her ass, something she absolutely loved, but he didn’t. He kept pulling until she sat on his lap, connected by the erection filling her pussy.

  Her legs fell to the outside of his, leaving no way for her to find enough leverage to take over making the in-and-out motion she craved. He pinched her nipple, and she squeaked out a moan, unable to do much more because she had yet to recover her breath from the last orgasm.

  While one hand played with her breast, the other slid up her thigh. He tugged at her labia, spreading her wider so that when he peered over her shoulder, the place where they came together was completely revealed.

  “You’re going to play with me.” The guess carried a note of protest. Soren could keep her on edge for hours. If Caiden were here, they would take turns holding her down and teasing her to the point just before orgasm. How in the world did she know that?

  “You need to know who is master of your body, Riley. You need to understand in the deepest levels of your soul that you are mine.”

  A deep, unfamiliar voice chimed in. “And mine.”

  Chapter 4

  Riley had rested her head against Soren’s shoulder at h
is pronouncement. She jerked it up to stare at the man invading her bedroom.

  A little taller than Caiden, his height would still only come to Soren’s shoulder. Shapeless garments covered his body, and a hood covered his face, making all of his features indistinguishable. Still, she could make out his muscular frame and broad shoulders. She had a weakness for broad shoulders, and she felt an instant attraction to and affection for this man whose features she couldn’t even see. What the hell was going on?

  Soren snagged the sheet and covered her nakedness. “What are you doing here?”

  The man snatched the sheet away. “You would shield our wife from my eyes?”

  She expected Soren to push her away and leap at this man, but he said nothing. His heart beat strong and steady against her back. Soren didn’t fear this man, and he wasn’t pissed to find him standing next to the bed while they had sex. Curiously, she didn’t feel exposed by the way his eyes roamed her body, seeking the curves of her breasts, and running the flat of her stomach until it came to rest on the glistening folds of her pussy. She didn’t even feel disturbed by the fact she knew his eyes roamed her body even though she couldn’t see his face.

  Finally, Riley broke the silence. She meant to ask for an explanation, but that wasn’t what came out. “Teigh?”

  He smiled. She didn’t know how she knew the sensuous way his lips widened, given that she couldn’t see his features, but she did. “Caiden said you didn’t quite remember, baby.”

  Her hand lifted, seeking to touch him of its own volition. He closed the distance between them, lifting one knee to the bed. His weight dipped them closer, and she pushed back his hood to caress his cheek. It fell away, revealing nothing concrete.

  As she touched him, the wavering and indistinct lines of his features came into focus. Strong, high cheekbones underlined deep brown eyes. The big, round shape of his eyes echoed in the curve of his cheek. The sharp bones beneath his dark chocolate skin made a paradox of the softness he projected, giving him the same dangerous, predatory air that radiated from Soren.