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  “Oh! Oh, Falcon. Oh—”

  Her words were cut short when he bent her knee as he swirled his tongue around the toe. Reaching up her thigh, he pushed aside her garments until he found her core. He made one circle around her clitoris before burying a trio of fingers inside her. She couldn’t help but groan aloud. Her moans echoed against the stone walls. He pumped her, plunging into the sticky mess between her mons lips. All the while, his tongue twirled and sucked, moving on to the next toe as the one before became desensitized.

  Ecstasy raced through her veins. She slapped her hands onto the pelt and fisted them into the long fur. “Falcon…Falcon I’m going to—”

  Just as she arched her back to welcome the orgasm, he retreated.

  “No…oh please, do not stop.” She reached down between her legs, grappling for his hand. He pulled it out of reach.

  “Salena, I told you to relax. Lie back.” His voice held a trace of barely contained restraint. It told her she wasn’t the only one in desperate need and the realization gave her a sort of wild satisfaction.

  She did as he bade. “You are a cruel master, but still, I want you.”

  Falcon took her leg and stretched it out, setting her ankle upon his shoulder. “Then you shall have me. Or should I say, I shall have you?”

  The cryptic words passed without comprehension until she saw his intent. He bit and licked, sucked and scratched first the flesh of her calf, then her inner thighs, then…

  “W-what…are you—” His mouth closed over her pussy. Salena screamed her pleasure, heedless of her voice carrying out into the woods. Falcon’s tongue did wicked, evil things to her. And she wondered in that moment if he were the devil in disguise masquerading as a thief in the dark forests of England.

  He swiped her labia and darted his long tongue into her creamy hole. She gasped, her stomach quivering with the intense sensation of it. Instinct took over and she raised one knee, the other leg still slung over his shoulder. Salena thrust her pelvis up against his face so that he fucked her with that talented tongue. His arms went under her ass and hooked over the top of her legs so that he could hold the swollen lips open. He made noises that boiled her blood, noises that indicated bliss and a rabid hunger of his own. Salena thought at that moment she’d lost her mind, but she soon realized there would be more torture to come.

  Pinpricks of wet-hot fire blasted through her veins when he removed his tongue from her hole and swirled it around her pebble-hard pearl. Her breath caught, released, caught, released. Fisting handfuls of fur, she bucked upward, her head rolling from side to side. She was almost there. The sensation of it made her groan with anticipation.

  Further riding on that instinct, she gripped his head, sinking her fingers into the thickness of his hair. He growled and increased the pressure. But it wasn’t enough. Each flicker took her to the gate and back but not through it. Clamping her teeth together on a feral moan, her palms spanned his scalp and she ground his mouth into that magic spot. Her hips moved in short little bucks, making his tongue vibrate hard and fast over her clitoris.

  She lifted her head suddenly needing to watch him devour her. Those emerald eyes were already watching her face intently. The glazed look in them told her he experienced maddening paradise just as she did. The sight of him devouring her most private area pushed her upward toward that peak she desperately reached for. She could almost taste what he tasted, could swear she could feel what he felt. The scent of her own arousal wafted up to tease her nostrils. The lapping noises he made sounded against the backdrop of the autumn winds as they whistled outside the cave. It tapped into a beastly urge within her, and she knew in that instant she was lost to this man forever. The intimacy they shared coupled with the ambiance of the setting nearly moved her to tears.

  “Falcon…” she whispered on a gasp. “I never knew such… Ah, I love watching you feast on me down there.”

  He grunted, never removing his mouth from her. His tongue wiggled faster and it brought to mind the flapping wings of a hummingbird. Her eyes struggled to stay open, to watch him satisfy her so expertly. The explosion came upon her with almost deadly force. Her heart stilled. She couldn’t breathe. Red-hot bliss crested over her and she growled out her release. But it wasn’t the end. As soon as she reached the pinnacle, riding its last few waves, he forced several fingers into her passage and pumped in rhythm with his tongue. The move brought her back to the glory and delight of his carnal heaven.

  “I’m going to—oh, yes, again!” His fingers pummeled her, filling her up like his cock had. Her legs wrapped around his head making her skirts slide further up and bunch across her abdomen. She couldn’t hold onto his head anymore. The blaze of ecstasy, so close on the last one’s heels, forced her to surrender completely. She slapped her hands onto the fur pelt as his tongue and fingers drove her along the path of insanity. It went on forever it seemed.

  Salena gasped in and out, turning her head toward the cave opening. Crying out, she finally reached the last ridge of madness at the very second her eyes fell upon John. He sat just inside the cave’s narrow opening, outlined by the early evening dusk, his back leaning against the rocky wall. His head turned toward the interior of the cave and firelight danced over his rugged, handsome face. Her gaze fell ever lower. She could see the enormous bulge in his codpiece. He rubbed himself outside the garment while his eyes held hers from across the space. An image of that large cock filled her mind, of him stroking himself, stroking her. Amazingly, she felt desire soak her core once again.

  Falcon slowly withdrew his fingers and crawled up and over her. He planted his elbows beside her head and she turned to look up into the restrained face of a beast.

  “It is time.” He said it huskily, dragging his sticky mouth back and forth over her own. She could taste the salty flavor of her sex on his lips, could detect the wild fragrance. It made her hunger to lick all the white cream from his face. But his words had caused her pulse to pound dangerously fast.

  “Time?”

  “Time for you to couple with us,” John rasped crawling toward them on all fours. “Both of us…at the same time. I…I need your energy.”

  Chapter Eight

  John brought to mind a stealthy wolf, his eyes glittering with hunger. She caught his woodsy scent, like and yet different from Falcon’s. Falcon shifted to her right side, propped himself up on his left elbow and played lazily with her breasts. Her nipples puckered beneath the bodice of her gown abrading over the fabric. John moved calculatingly closer, and she could swear a cloud of warmth cocooned her between the two men.

  Two men! Excitement knotted in her belly. She recalled Falcon’s words… Four hands, a score of fingers…two cocks.

  What, in heaven’s name, will I do with two cocks? And at the same time, no less!

  “You will enjoy them just as you’ve enjoyed two hands, ten fingers and one cock, milady,” Falcon replied to her thoughts. “It will be twice the pleasure.”

  His words made her quake in disbelief. She remembered Falcon’s explanation that the two of them must mate with one woman in order to temporarily fuel their immortality. Though the anticipation and curiosity of it held her fascinated, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were being used like a harlot.

  “Your talents are quite enough for me, Falcon,” she countered, yet her voice held a note of indecision. “And I do not wish to be a toy for a pair of rogues, to be tossed aside once well-used.”

  They both burst out in a deep howl of laughter.

  “Rogues we might be,” John said with a potent grin and a charming wink. “But a toy you will never be to me. You hold a place of honor in my heart, not only because you will help replenish my already diminishing powers, but because you are my spirit-brother’s chosen one.”

  “Chosen one?” She glanced to her right noting the look of vexation Falcon shot at John.

  “Lorcan can better brief you on that particular point.”

  “Lorcan? The old wizard you spoke of?”

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sp; “Aye, that old wizard knows things we do not. He speaks in riddles, his most recent being a bit of a shock. But now isn’t the time to discuss such trivialities…is it, John?”

  It seemed to be John’s cue to go forth with their plan. Propped on his elbows and laying on his stomach at a right angle to her, he lowered his head toward her mouth.

  “Wait!” Her hand came into contact with his barrel-thick chest. Hard muscles bunched beneath her palm. Caught off-guard by the pleasantness of touching John with Falcon at her side…it rendered her into a stuttering, incoherent babble. “I…oh, but… Now you can’t—I just don’t know. Wait! I said no!”

  Apparently, he didn’t hear her, for John’s mouth slammed into hers. At the same moment, Falcon slid his right hand up her thigh making hot blood pool in her womb. The mouth against hers was different yet the same, larger yet precise and just as talented. His tongue slid around hers, hesitated, darted deep into her mouth. It retreated swiping over her lips.

  “Ah, I taste your own juices upon your lips. Nectar to a starving man,” John growled and claimed her mouth again. Sparks of confusion and need drugged with wanton desire burst from her tongue and shattered down and over her vee.

  Falcon rubbed his braies against her hip. “Touch me,” he whispered in her ear, and his hand took hers and dragged it down and into his garment. Fully erect, it felt like a silk-covered rod of iron inside her curled hand. She gripped the length of him, marveling at his size.

  “Ah, yes, like that,” he rasped.

  Salena groaned when John softened the kiss, pulling back to make a path down her jaw and neck. The move caused her to tighten her hold on Falcon’s shaft. He hissed almost simultaneously with her when John suddenly tore back the neckline of her gown and cupped one breast. Her areola went tingly hard even before his warm mouth closed over it.

  Through the fog of lust enveloping her, she groaned out loud when Falcon found her pearl. John’s left hand shot down then and found Falcon’s hand. He used it as a point of reference and found her pussy hole, sinking one of those long, thick fingers into her as Falcon continued his strumming of her clit.

  “Oh, my God. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this!”

  She couldn’t take it any longer. Salena removed her hand from inside Falcon’s braies. She hooked her right arm around his neck, her left around John’s. Hungry, simply famished, she dragged both of their mouths to hers. Ah, he’d forgotten to forewarn her of the pleasure of three silky-smooth tongues, three pairs of soft, wet lips. Three chests touching so intimately it made her nipples ache with the need to be devoured.

  Falcon must have read her mind because he tore his mouth from theirs and growled, “Sit up. Take that cumbersome garment off and get naked.”

  She obeyed but there was no need for the force of a spell. Eager anticipation had her sitting bolt upright and jerking the gown and undergarments off. The cave felt warm as the fire crackled behind John. The two men came up on their knees and stripped their own clothing off. It simply paralyzed her lungs to see the firelight dance over both wide shoulders, both tight chests, all those rippled abdomen muscles…and the powerful, fully erect shafts.

  Two of them! Here gaze bounced to the left then to the right and back again. Her pussy flooded with an outpouring of wetness she could not contain. Salena started to reach out to both cocks. Her heart suddenly thumped as if to warn her she must halt this madness. She drew her hands back and flexed her fingers.

  “‘Tis all right,” John murmured. “You can touch us both at the same time.”

  “Salena,” Falcon said in a low, husky voice as he reached for her hand and wrapped it around his rod. “Do not be afraid. Go ahead. Explore and satisfy that carnal curiosity of yours.” He took her other hand, leaned in front of her and curled it around John’s cock.

  John hissed so sharply she started, thinking she’d hurt him. He slid her a tight smile as if he clung to what tiny remnants of control he had left. “I’m fine…just very excited by your soft touch.” His words combined with the pale blue haze of bliss in his eyes sent a new surge to her womb—as did the silk-over-rock feel of the two cocks in her hands.

  What should I do now?

  “Move your hands at the same time,” Falcon offered. “Ah, yes, like that…”

  Their heads went back at the same instant and it made her think of two wolves howling to the moon. She stroked them in unison, her hands getting the feel, the rhythm and the pressure down in a matter of minutes.

  “Salena…” Falcon gritted out through clenched teeth. She glanced up at him, spellbound by the look of passion in his eyes. “How would you like to kiss them, like I kissed you down there?”

  “Kiss them?”

  “Aye.” John scooted on his knees moving closer so that they touched her outer left thigh. Falcon did the same at her right. She got an up-close perusal of both delectable manhood specimens. They were both veiny and long with little droplets of pearly-white juice oozing from the slits. She knew this meant they neared that blissful point where more semen would shoot from the tips once further stimulated. The mental picture that thought conjured up made her breath come in short, eager spurts. She licked her lips, longing to taste their juices as Falcon had tasted hers.

  She brought them closer together above her lap so she could compare and examine them as she continued to fondle them. Their lengths were almost identical, though John’s appeared slightly longer, perhaps a half-inch at most. She suddenly saw the irony in his name, “Little” John. There was nothing at all little about this man, and knowing so made her heart race, her feminine ego swell.

  Falcon’s cock had a bit more girth. She could not span his entire circumference with her hand but she could barely span John’s rod. They both jutted proudly from nests of curls, though where Falcon’s was golden-blond in color, John’s was as black as the hair upon his scalp.

  When they each closed a hand over her breasts, her head fell back, the long length of wavy hair swishing sensuously over her naked buttocks. Their talented palms skimmed and sizzled over the soft bulk of her mounds and puckered nipples. Fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled sending a backlash of fire to her already flaming pussy. Ah, it made her hungry, made her feel like the wolves she’d likened them to moments ago.

  She lowered her head and inhaled catching a conglomerated manly scent in her nostrils. Her nose moved closer to Falcon. He smelled sweet yet somewhat salty. She turned her head and drew in John’s sexual aroma. She detected the same woodsy undertones but a pleasant muskiness all his own filled her lungs. Together, it was a potent combination and it made her clit throb when she turned back to Falcon and pressed a soft kiss to the head of his penis.

  “Ah, yes. Since I am your only true man, Salena…” he ground out when she flicked her tongue out to taste the cum. Bitter saltiness burst in her mouth. “I must get the first ever feel of your mouth around me, not John.”

  The sound of the possessiveness in his voice made her heart race with pride and an unexpected joy. She was starting to understand the dynamics of this strange situation with John. While Falcon had claimed her as his woman, it was her duty to provide him and his soul-brother with the energy needed to strengthen their powers. Yes, there was excitement in John’s presence. His rugged handsomeness was very pleasing to the eye, as was the beauty of his powerful body. But there was not that indefinable depth of strange and deep emotions she felt with Falcon. And as some women did their duty by entertaining their husband’s guests in their homes, so did she. Only Falcon was not her husband and the type of entertainment she provided far surpassed dinner, the throwing of lavish balls and serving a goblet of wine or two.

  This was the way of Falcon Montague, Robin Hood, legendary thief of hearts. She’d had a difficult time accepting the reality of his claims to immortality and powers yet she’d experienced it first hand and could not deny it. How was it that she’d gone from being the inexperienced, intended bride of Edward Devonshire, the Duke of Oxford, to this charismatic scamp, R
obin Hood’s plaything in two day’s time?

  Had he simply captured her heart or was it the workings of his black magic?

  Suddenly, she didn’t care if magic played a role or not. Salena stroked John with her hand and closed her mouth over Falcon’s cock. She rejoiced in the growl it elicited from them both. Lust unleashed full force in her system and she let out a growl of her own. It came from deep in her throat as she swirled her tongue around Falcon’s huge organ. He hissed and she sucked harder. She tasted his delicious flavor while pleasuring another man with her hand. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation at what would come, and eagerness picked up in an impatient pace in her belly, galloping, rushing forward.

  John moved closer so that his cock touched her cheek. “Taste me now.”

  In a frenzy, she released Falcon with a pop and sucked John in. His flavor was saltier, his scent more musky. She gripped the long length of him and relaxed her throat, attempting to take as much of it in as she could. Her right hand pumped up and down on Falcon’s shaft, still moist from her wet mouth. Together, the three of them moaned and grunted. But it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her anxious needs and ruthless curiosity. She wanted them both in her mouth, had to see what it would be like to double the pleasure she now tasted, felt, smelled.

  Two cocks…

  Falcon’s words echoed in her head prompting her to take action. She removed her mouth from John’s rod and rose onto her knees. Salena tugged until the front of their cocks pressed together, the tight sacs bulging in a group of four massive jewels.

  Falcon groaned.

  John muttered, “Jesus!”

  And she took them both in.