made contact, Lucien snatched her wrist in his fingers. “Don’t touch me,” he murmured. “Let me touch you instead, and all will be well.”
Her eyes searched his, her heart weeping for him. The abuse he’d suffered had made him this way. Had made him shun the touch of others, and doomed him to loneliness. Although she didn’t understand the whole of it, she only nodded and he let her go.
Sevin’s arms came around her in a loose hold, and she relaxed into his support as she studied his brother. “I had no part in what happened to you,” she told Lucien solemnly.
He nodded, a curt movement of his dark head, and a small silence fell. Alexa felt the brothers’ watchfulness, sensed them waiting for her to make some move. Determination filled her, a need to set things right. A need to ease this man’s pain. At length, she straightened away from Sevin.
Holding the eyes of his beautiful, wounded brother, who stood so still and distant before her, she spoke. “Let this night be my payment—freely offered to you—as a recompense for what my family did,” she told him. As her words died away, she pushed her nightgown from her shoulders, letting her arms fall to her sides. The gown lost its moorings, and drifted lower, falling from her in a smooth silken swish to pool at her feet.
Lucien studied her for a long moment, the same lean, hungry look in his eyes that she’d seen before. Then his head lifted and he gazed over her to Sevin. Something passed between the brothers, some unseen signal, though neither moved.
And then Sevin took her shoulders and turned her to face him.
She rested her palms upon his chest and he covered them with his own. Behind her, she heard the shift of clothing. Fabric brushed her bottom as Lucien’s trousers lowered, and she shivered, leaning into Sevin’s embrace. Though she’d given permission and would willingly submit, this was all too new.
Her curiosity about the Satyr had long been a part of her, and she had a rich imagination when it came to her daydreams about them. But her imaginings had never taken her to a place where two brothers would lie with her; where one would hold her close, while a second joined his body to hers.
But within seconds, the pale damaged angel behind her would come inside her where his elder brother had so recently been. The smooth heads of his twin phalluses would find her feminine slit and the opening in the crease of her bottom, and push inside her there. His path would be easier than it might have been had another not paved his way. He would find her slick and ready and wanting. Made so by his sibling’s prior lovemaking.
Behind her, masculine hands drifted lightly over her ribs, downward to hold her hips. Her eyes flew open and lifted to Sevin’s. He was gazing down at her, his silver eyes full of an emotion she could not decipher. He took her hands and looped them around his neck, holding her as he angled his head closer.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Then he put his mouth on hers, swallowing her cry as his brother took her.
Just after dawn, Sevin washed up at the fountain’s basin, wondering again at the source of its fresh waters as he pulled on his trousers and boots. Shrugging into his shirt he stood and stared down at Alexa where she lay sleeping on the makeshift bed he’d constructed the previous night.
She lay on her side, one leg cocked and a forearm pillowing her head. Blond silken waves of hair spilled out across the blanket around her like a halo. His eyes roved over her, noting the bruised shadows under the sweep of her lashes, the chafing his evening beard had left on her white throat, the voluptuous breasts marked by his passionate mouth.
He pulled a fresh blanket from one of the trunks and laid it over her so it covered her nakedness. She didn’t stir. After a Calling night, males of ElseWorld blood were energized, but their women usually slept the day away.
Their women. Yes, she’d lain with both Luc and him last
Her eyes searched his, her heart weeping for him. The abuse he’d suffered had made him this way. Had made him shun the touch of others, and doomed him to loneliness. Although she didn’t understand the whole of it, she only nodded and he let her go.
Sevin’s arms came around her in a loose hold, and she relaxed into his support as she studied his brother. “I had no part in what happened to you,” she told Lucien solemnly.
He nodded, a curt movement of his dark head, and a small silence fell. Alexa felt the brothers’ watchfulness, sensed them waiting for her to make some move. Determination filled her, a need to set things right. A need to ease this man’s pain. At length, she straightened away from Sevin.
Holding the eyes of his beautiful, wounded brother, who stood so still and distant before her, she spoke. “Let this night be my payment—freely offered to you—as a recompense for what my family did,” she told him. As her words died away, she pushed her nightgown from her shoulders, letting her arms fall to her sides. The gown lost its moorings, and drifted lower, falling from her in a smooth silken swish to pool at her feet.
Lucien studied her for a long moment, the same lean, hungry look in his eyes that she’d seen before. Then his head lifted and he gazed over her to Sevin. Something passed between the brothers, some unseen signal, though neither moved.
And then Sevin took her shoulders and turned her to face him.
She rested her palms upon his chest and he covered them with his own. Behind her, she heard the shift of clothing. Fabric brushed her bottom as Lucien’s trousers lowered, and she shivered, leaning into Sevin’s embrace. Though she’d given permission and would willingly submit, this was all too new.
Her curiosity about the Satyr had long been a part of her, and she had a rich imagination when it came to her daydreams about them. But her imaginings had never taken her to a place where two brothers would lie with her; where one would hold her close, while a second joined his body to hers.
But within seconds, the pale damaged angel behind her would come inside her where his elder brother had so recently been. The smooth heads of his twin phalluses would find her feminine slit and the opening in the crease of her bottom, and push inside her there. His path would be easier than it might have been had another not paved his way. He would find her slick and ready and wanting. Made so by his sibling’s prior lovemaking.
Behind her, masculine hands drifted lightly over her ribs, downward to hold her hips. Her eyes flew open and lifted to Sevin’s. He was gazing down at her, his silver eyes full of an emotion she could not decipher. He took her hands and looped them around his neck, holding her as he angled his head closer.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Then he put his mouth on hers, swallowing her cry as his brother took her.
Just after dawn, Sevin washed up at the fountain’s basin, wondering again at the source of its fresh waters as he pulled on his trousers and boots. Shrugging into his shirt he stood and stared down at Alexa where she lay sleeping on the makeshift bed he’d constructed the previous night.
She lay on her side, one leg cocked and a forearm pillowing her head. Blond silken waves of hair spilled out across the blanket around her like a halo. His eyes roved over her, noting the bruised shadows under the sweep of her lashes, the chafing his evening beard had left on her white throat, the voluptuous breasts marked by his passionate mouth.
He pulled a fresh blanket from one of the trunks and laid it over her so it covered her nakedness. She didn’t stir. After a Calling night, males of ElseWorld blood were energized, but their women usually slept the day away.
Their women. Yes, she’d lain with both Luc and him last
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