Winterland Destiny Page 6

  If he would but give her one inkling of where his thoughts lay, she would be content. But he kept his emotions, his heart and desires, a mystery from her.

  That rankled more than anything. Did he not know how difficult it was for her to accept that someone else would choose her fate?

  She fluttered nervously about the room, waiting. The heavy drapes had been pulled aside and moonlight streamed in through the windows, casting a soft glow throughout the darkened chambers. Dancing flames from the sweetly-scented candles flickered against the walls. The fire burned hot and bright in the hearth.

  But she was cold. She lifted her arms and cast warmth from her fingertips. Silvery waves of heated air surrounded her, erasing the outer chill from her body. Still, she shivered within.

  She let the waves roll over her, the magic calming her, the ethereal dust settling inside her soul to soothe her nerves. Was she more anxious about Garick's decision, or about the consummation? That she could not answer.

  Garick walked in before she had a chance to dissipate the waves. His gaze focused immediately on her and he stopped. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and she sensed his arousal from across the room.

  Tugging at her lower lip with her teeth, she waited. Roarke followed Garick and she swallowed, anticipating a quick tumble. Watching other couples have sex in the forest glen had always fascinated her and her sisters. It had always been heated--fast and very passionate. Now she would be the first of her sisters to experience it in kind. Would it be quick and fierce like so many episodes she'd witnessed?

  Garick's eyes widened appreciatively as he scanned her from head to toe. She felt his growing arousal, her body in tune to his in some strange way that went beyond their magic.

  "Release your spell, my bride," Garick commanded. His voice was neither gentle nor gruff, but was clearly an order. It rankled, but she wriggled her wings and the waves of heat disappeared.

  "Wine?" he asked, his emotions now masked behind a visage of indifference.

  She shook her head.

  "Do you hunger?"

  Her gaze met his, and she wondered what his question meant. Or even what her answer would be.

  "No."

  "Come here, Noele."

  She flew forward, then hid her wings within her body so they would not be injured or crushed during the consummation.

  "You are beautiful."

  She had not expected to hear him praise her, and warmed without benefit of magic. "Thank you."

  "Do you fear me?"

  "No, of course not," she lied.

  "You're trembling."

  "This is new. I...I do not know what to expect."

  One corner of his mouth curved into a smile. Her heart leaped and a sudden urge to lick that slight curve of lips overwhelmed her.

  "We will not harm you tonight. You are aware of Roarke's role in the consummation?" She nodded. "I am well aware of elvin marriage custom. I have been prepared to accept both of you this eve." And possibly, she'd be leaving with Roarke on the morrow, if Garick so decreed. Why did that thought cause such misery? She did not really know either man, and yet some invisible thread drew her to Garick.

  "Roarke will swear allegiance to you as he does to me, bonded through elvin magic. This must occur on consummation eve. He will penetrate you, merge with you, become one with you, as will I. Afterward, the three of us will be connected telepathically in the same way that Roarke and I have since our blood was spilled and merged during our childhood rite."

  Noele nodded, barely listening to Garick recite the official elvin custom. Her mind raced ahead to the sexual activities she would experience tonight. Despite wanting to object, despite the fact she had no choice, her pussy dampened at the thought of taking both men at the same time, to merge with them physically, mentally, spiritually.

  Garick poured goblets filled with wiloa, handing one to both her and Roarke. He lifted his in the air. "To magic, to marriage and to both the elvin and faerie. May this consummation join our people, our lands, and our future, so that we may be united as one."

  She drank, barely tasting the sweet wine. Yet it filled her with warmth, with relaxation, with anticipation.

  Thrusting aside her worries, she mentally prepared for what was to come, bound and determined to at least enjoy this one night with Garick and Roarke. Tomorrow was out of her hands. Tonight she would become initiated into sex with a man. With two men.

  She resolved to enjoy every moment.

  It was strange to be standing naked in the room with two fully-clothed men. And yet she felt no embarrassment. Soon, they would all be naked and enjoying pleasures that until now she had only dreamed of.

  "We will take things slowly, Noele. Neither of us wish to frighten you. In this regard and as we begin, we wish for you to take the lead. You will tell us how quickly or slowly to proceed." Noele shuddered. At least in this, their beginning together, he gave her some control. For that she was grateful.

  Where to start? What did she want? Them, naked, as a beginning. "I want to undress both of you." Garick nodded and motioned Roarke to stand at his side. "Then undress us." She began with Roarke, unbuttoning his shirt, her gaze focused on his face. His gaze caught and held hers, his dark eyes melting her. Heat singed her shaking fingers as she fought to release the buttons on his shirt, but finally she managed and slipped her fingers through the down of dark hair on his chest.

  Built solid, his muscles rippled under her touch. She moved her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off, marveling at his muscular chest. His waist was lean, his stomach flat, the dark hairs curling softly into his breeches. Then she kneeled, her face in line with the button of his breeches. She gazed up and watched his face as she slipped the button from its cover, opening his breeches and sliding them over his hips. She removed his boots and pants, moving her hands over his calves and steely thighs.

  Truly, Roarke had a magnificent body. His cock sprung forth from the thatch of hair between his legs, powerful and strong like the rest of him. Hard like the rest of him too. She smiled at him and his lips curled upward.

  A woman would be very lucky to have Roarke as her mate. He was a delicious male, and yet as she regarded his body, she knew he was not the one she wanted.

  The one she wanted stared at her, his gaze darkening like a threatening storm in the winter skies.

  "Undress, me, Noele," Garick said, his voice rough with passion.

  "Gladly, my husband." She sent the word home, emphasizing it, wanting him to realize that, like it or not, she was his now, and he would have to start thinking of her that way.

  She stood and undid the laces of his shirt, then opened her wings, fluttering to raise high enough to tug the shirt over his head. Unable to resist, she slid her palms over his skin as she lowered to the ground, her body reacting to even the slightest touch between them. Arousal poured through her, enticing her, making her legs weak, her heart pound and her throat run dry.

  As quickly as she could, she bent down and undid the button on his breeches, sighing with delight as his thick cock sprung free. She removed his breeches and boots, then stepped back to admire the two men standing naked before her.

  There were similarities between the two of them, but differences too. And not simply in their sexual organs, although one was thick and the other long. She smiled, imagining the many cocks she'd seen in her lifetime while she and her sisters had watched couples fucking in the woodland. Sexuality was open and embraced in D'Naath, not enshrouded behind private walls.

  And yet, this privacy stimulated her, enticed her, emboldened her.

  "I wish to touch both of you," she said, her gaze on Garick. He nodded and she stepped forward, nestling her body between the two of them, nearly touching them both but not quite.

  Magical vibrations hummed between the three bodies. She reached out and trailed her fingers over two strong jaws, then slid her thumbs over their lips, loving the texture of their soft mouths. Her mind filled with delicious things their mouths could
do to her body.

  Roarke's mind was filled with the faerie queen, her body so perfect, so small and yet so powerfully sexual it was all he could do to remain composed as she touched him. He knew Garick felt the same way, except his emotions were tied into this consummation, where Roarke's were not.

  He would perform his duty for his king and his queen, but he would not meld emotionally with this woman who clearly belonged with Garick. Their magic together was strong, stronger than anything he'd ever felt, with the exception of his moments with Solara.

  Now that...that he would not dwell on tonight. Tonight he would join with the Queen of Winterland and offer his protection for the rest of her life. And in so doing, would pleasure her, and himself, too.

  When she snaked her fingertips down his ribs and over his belly, he sucked in a shuddering breath. He longed to grab her wrist and wrap her small hand around his aching shaft. Stroking himself while watching her the other night had pleasured him greatly, but he wanted more, much more. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her dark cavern until she screamed with delight.

  This night, he would make her come. He would make this a night she would remember always, and know that some of the pleasure she felt came from her protector.

  And he would pray to all that was magical that Garick would realize the treasure standing before him, and never let her go.

  "Does my touch please you, Roarke?" she asked, bending slightly to tease the hairs around his inner thighs.

  "You know it does, my queen. I wish to feel your hand on my cock." And hope that he didn't explode at the first touch of her hand on him.

  Garick listened silently to the mental and verbal interchange between his bride and his friend, trying to stem the jealous urges that seethed within him.

  This night was preordained, he'd known for many years what would happen. It had never mattered.

  Consummate their union, fuck his woman and share her with Roarke, and then it would be over. His duty would be done.

  How could he know of the emotion coiling through him? How could he have planned for these feelings that were so foreign to him?

  Now, watching Noele reach for Roarke's shaft, knowing how much pleasure she gave his friend, caused him to grit his teeth to keep from wrenching the two of them apart.

  He wanted this faerie for himself. Not just tonight, but always. By the stars in heaven, what he thought was not in his destiny now faced him squarely, and he recognized the truth.

  He was in love with his wife.

  Chapter Seven

  By the stars, he could not love her. Garick willed the thoughts away, the awareness that he had foolishly allowed his heart to be given to his bride.

  Yet, they would not dissipate. With every stroke of her hand on his body, Garick was more certain than ever that his life mate was his destiny.

  Watching her touch Roarke only confirmed the fact that he could not, would not, ever share this woman with another after tonight.

  "Noele," he said, his tone more harsh than he wanted it to be. But by the gods, he needed her attention on him.

  "Yes, my husband?" She turned beguiling crystal blue eyes on him. Even her lashes were tinged with silver tips, her body glowing like a starlit sky.

  Her essence bathed him in magical stardust, her rose-like scent nearly driving him mad.

  "Touch my cock."

  "Aye, Garick," she purred. "With great pleasure."

  He looked down at her small hand encircling his shaft and groaned as she began to caress him slowly.

  She moved her fingers over Roarke's cock in the same way, stroking them with a deliberate rhythm that nearly drove him insane.

  The visual of her standing between them, both their shafts thrusting against her hands, had him nearing completion much sooner than he would like. How easy it would be to shoot his come into her waiting hands.

  But he would not allow it. His seed was meant for her channel, her inner core, the virgin pussy that he would claim very soon.

  He refused to think about what would happen afterward. Now, his balls tightened against his shaft, and all he could think of was driving his cock hard and deep inside her cunt until she screamed his name.

  The feel of two cocks in her hand dampened her, a rush of arousal that moistened her thighs, readying her for her husband's penetration.

  Oh please make it soon. I have waited a lifetime for this .

  Roarke reached down and removed her hand from his penis, then moved behind her. He was so close his breath brushed her shoulders. Garick stepped forward and traced her collarbone with his knuckles.

  She shivered. Roarke circled her waist with his hands. They were warm, strong, and gentle.

  Garick brushed his mouth across her parted lips, his tongue tenderly slipping inside to caress hers.

  Roarke pressed a warm kiss against the side of her neck and she shivered at the dual sensations. Their scent wafted over her; wine, the outdoor air and aroused male. She shuddered, her body pulsing and preparing itself for them.

  She was ready. Tensed, eagerly anticipating what was to come. She wanted them to hurry, and yet this relaxed, slow pace was as enjoyable as an intoxicating wine.

  "Relax," Roarke whispered in her ear. He squeezed her hips, his erection brushing against her buttocks.

  He rocked against her, his cock nestling in the cleft between her cheeks. By the heavens! He was huge and hard and burning her skin where he touched.

  Her nipples brushed against Garick's chest and puckered, hardening to aching peaks. As if in answer to their need, he reached up and circled her nipples with his fingers, lightly tugging at the crests until they were swollen, tender and desperate for his mouth. He complied, bending to lick one and then the other, moving his head from side to side to lave her breasts. His beard scratched gently against her skin and she whimpered with the painful pleasure.

  Oh, how could she bear this? Both men lavishing their hands, their mouths, all over her body. She could barely remain standing and wished for the hovering powers of her wings to keep her from falling to the ground.

  Garick moved away, toward the long chaise near the hearth. She shivered at the loss of his body heat, until Roarke swept his arms around her and turned her to face him. He bent down and pressed his lips softly against hers. She shuddered at the invasion of his tongue, so gentle, so warm, coaxing the juices from her pussy with his erotic play.

  His kiss was long and powerful, evoking a magical joining that she had just now begun to feel. Like a blissful invasion of her mind, she opened up to Roarke, allowing him to penetrate her telepathically. The doorway was open, he need only complete the consummation to enter fully.

  His thoughts entered her mind. Relax, faerie. I will cherish you tonight, and thereafter protect you with my life. But Garick will give you his heart. He is your one, true destiny. Give him time to realize this.

  She could only wish that Roarke's words were true.

  When he released her mouth, he turned her to face Garick, who leaned casually against the back of the chaise. She walked toward his outstretched arms and stepped into them gladly. He took her mouth in a searingly possessive kiss, his hands wandering over her back, her buttocks. When he dipped his finger into the cleft between her buttocks, she pressed against him, her mound rocking against his erection. He groaned into her mouth and thrust his tongue rapidly against hers.

  This torment was too much to bear! She must have completion, soon. Roarke let out a low chuckle behind her, and Garick's smile let her know they had both touched her mind.

  "Soon, my little faerie," Garick said, licking at her lips. "Soon we will have you screaming with your climax."

  Roarke crossed in front of her and slid his thumbs over her nipples. She whimpered at the sensation of his hot fingers rubbing the aching buds.

  A desperate need burned within her, the heated desire to be possessed by them. The connection swirled through the room, waiting, hovering, nearly visible in the mist of both faerie and elvin magic. Particles of
silver flew from her skin, her longing floating above them like stars on a clear, moonless night.

  "You are so beautiful, my bride. Your body is the celestial heavens and the very stars themselves caress your skin. You are magic and light, the wonder of the faeries. I thank you for this gift." Her eyes welled with tears at his words and hope began to grow within her. Silly, she thought. He spoke only the elvin expressions required by the rite of consummation. He did not speak from his heart, but from duty. And yet, the wish within her would not die, the hope that come morn he would want her by his side always.

  Both men moved their hands over her naked skin, inciting her to heights of pleasure she'd never known by her own hand or that of the tubara stick. Her breath caught when each took a nipple into their mouths.

  They were so different in their touch and ways of pleasuring her. Roarke licked her nipple lightly, swirling his tongue as if he licked at the fruit that hung from the forest trees of D'Naath. Garick suckled her breast, drawing the peak in his mouth deeply until she arched her back to give him more.

  Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. Her inner thighs were soaked with her juices and she instinctively lifted her hips to beg for completion.

  "Not yet, " Roarke said with a chuckle. "There is more." The frustration of sexual desire burned within her. She reached for both of them, gasping when Garick pulled her forward, bending her at the waist. His cock brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive him, her tongue lapping at the drops of fluid seeping from the head of his shaft.

  She sucked him greedily, devouring his rod like a woman starving. Roarke stepped behind her again, his fingers trailing lightly over her hips and thighs. He bent and spread her legs, his warm breath caressing her throbbing flesh. When his tongue licked at the folds of her pussy, she moaned against Garick's swollen member, rewarded with a deeper thrust of his cock inside her mouth.

  "Yes, my wife," he said, his voice as dark as the night. "Do you enjoy Roarke's tongue pleasuring you?

  Does his mouth on your cunt make you wet?"

  She could do nothing but mumble her reply, so filled were her lips with his engorged shaft.

  Oh, Roarke's mouth was magical, his tongue lapping her outer lips until he parted the folds and suckled her hidden clit, then slipped his fingers inside her core to fuck her.