Sought...Book 3 in the Brides of the Kindred series Read online

  Feeling like she was back at summer camp, playing charades, Kat shaded her eyes with one hand and pantomimed looking everywhere.

  “Two males she found—brothers, one light, one dark. The light brother was named Lanare and the dark one, Dakir. Nyra cared for them both and she found it difficult to choose. Lanare was loving and warm. He made her smile and feel at ease and Nyra found his kisses most pleasing.”

  Kat thought uncomfortably that the legend was hitting a little too close to home. Then Lock was taking her in his arms. Smiling, he pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead and then to both her eyelids, and finally, to her lips.

  Despite their unseen audience, Kat felt herself warming in his arms, feeling completely at ease with him, as she always did. At her back she could feel Deep, his large body like a line of fire down her spine. He was touching one of her shoulders, making sure the kiss wasn’t painful for his brother. Kat was glad—knowing that the intimate contact wasn’t hurting the light twin enabled her to completely relax and enjoy it. But just as she was really getting into the kiss with Lock, the chief continued her narrative.

  “But though Lanare filled her with peace, Dakir filled Nyra with fire. He was harsh and unforgiving with the soul of a thunderstorm but when he took her in his arms, she could think of nothing but him.”

  The hand on her shoulder gripped tighter and suddenly Deep spun her around to face him. He took Kat in his arms, pulling her against him, holding her close so that she could feel the hard ridge of his cock branding her thigh. For a long moment he simply gazed at her, his black eyes burning. Kat could feel the lust rolling off him in waves. They crested around her, threatening to drown her with their overwhelming intensity.

  “Deep—” she started to say, and then he was crushing her mouth with his.

  Kat gasped at the sudden flare of heat that went through her. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she locked her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, giving as good as she was getting.

  Not to be outdone, Deep bent her over one muscular forearm. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips until Kat moaned and opened for him. She was dimly aware of Lock’s hand on her shoulder as the light twin performed the same service for his brother that Deep had done for him, but most of her attention was focused on trying to stay afloat on the sea of emotions she felt emanating from Deep.

  Finally, after kissing her dizzy, Deep released her. As suddenly as the kiss had started, it was over.

  Kat wanted to moan in frustration and disappointment. Her nipples were throbbing behind the strategically placed leaves and her pussy felt wet and swollen. But soon she became aware that the chief was speaking again, going on with the legend.

  “The brothers could not agree upon which of them was to have Nyra and she confessed herself to be incapable of choosing one over the other,” the low, hypnotic tone continued. “Thus did they devise a contest, to see who could bring her the most pleasure and so earn a place by her side. Lanare went first, suckling her breasts and teasing her tender nipples with his tongue until she moaned.”

  If she hadn’t done this with Lock before, Kat would have been freaking out. But she knew the light twin would be gentle. Smiling at him, she allowed him to untie the vines that held her top together. It fell off and landed in a little pile of leaves at their feet. Kat stood bare breasted under the stars and the two huge moons, feeling vulnerable.

  “Beautiful,” Lock breathed, smiling at her. “Such full, luscious breasts, my lady.”

  “Then suck them, Brother.” Deep’s voice was hoarse with desire. “Give our little Kat what she needs.”

  Lock cupped the undercuves of her breasts gently and Deep stepped up behind her, until Kat could feel his broad, muscular chest pressed against her bare back. She felt surrounded by them—just as she had when they were in a joining—but in a good way.

  “My lady…” Lock looked at Kat, an unspoken question in his true brown eyes and she knew he was waiting for permission. Not speaking a word, she thrust her chest out, pushing her breasts into his hands and giving him his answer.

  “Suck her, Brother,” Deep commanded. “Suck her ripe tits and make her moan. Make her moan for both of us.”

  Lock obeyed, his mouth enclosing on one tight nipple in wet heat that made Kat gasp breathlessly. “God,” she whispered. “God, Lock… feels so…”

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Deep murmured in her ear. “Feels good to be bare breasted in the moonlight, letting Lock suck your sweet nipples. Give in to him, little Kat. Just relax and let him suck you.”

  Kat didn’t see how she could have done anything else. With a low moan, she pressed forward even more, offering Lock her body.

  The light twin took her offer eagerly, sucking first one tight nipple and then the other until Kat thought she would die of pleasure. The sexual electricity traveling through her body was becoming too much to bear and yet she realized that the three of them had barely started their erotic journey together. Suddenly she heard the chief’s voice again.

  “Lanare brought Nyra much joy by sucking her nipples, but then it was Dakir’s turn and he vowed to double and even treble the pleasure his brother had given Nyra by the use of his tongue.”

  By the use of his tongue? What exactly— But the question scarcely had time to form in her head before Deep was turning her to face him again. Then, as Kat watched, he went down on his knees before her. His face was on the same level as her leaf skirt and Kat suddenly understood what was about to happen.

  “Little Kat,” Deep murmured, looking up at her. “I know you feared me in the past, but I swear I would never, never hurt you. Will you allow me to taste your sweet pussy?”

  A shiver went through Kat, a strange feeling of apprehension mixed with desire so strong it took her breath away. Deep was right—she had been afraid of him in the very recent past. And she still wasn’t nearly as at ease with him as she was with Lock. But the pleading look in his eyes and the need she felt radiating from him seemed to melt her defenses.

  “It’s all right, my lady,” she heard Lock murmur, as he pressed his chest to her back, surrounding her with his comforting warmth. “Deep only wishes to give you pleasure. Just open your thighs and let him in.”

  Kat felt helpless to do anything else. Biting her lip, she watched as Deep untied the vines that held her skirt in place and let it drop to the ground beside her leafy top. She was completely naked now and she should have been feeling incredibly exposed. Instead, she felt surrounded and protected by the two men. With Lock at her back and Deep in front of her, she knew that no would dare try to hurt her. And if they did try…

  “We’d kill them,” Deep murmured, obviously catching her thought. “We’d do anything to protect you…and anything to pleasure you.” Bending his head, he nuzzled her thigh and kissed the top of her mound.

  “Deep…” Kat shifted uneasily but Lock stroked her shoulders soothingly and whispered in her ear.

  “Easy, my lady. Deep won’t hurt you. He simply wants to learn your scent before he tastes you.”

  Speaking of scent, Kat felt surrounded by both of theirs. Lock’s—warm, fresh, and comforting, and Deep’s—dark, dangerous, and completely intoxicating. She breathed them in, feeling dizzy with fear and desire.

  Deep kissed the inside of her thigh with surprising gentleness. “You smell so sweet, little Kat,” he growled softly. “And you’re already so hot and wet…” With one fingertip he traced the slit of her pussy, making Kat moan as he brushed lightly over her throbbing clit. Deep looked up at her. “You need this,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “Need to be opened and tasted. I can feel it coming off you in waves.”

  Much to her shame, Kat couldn’t deny it. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the incomplete bond between them or simply because she was so turned on but it was true—she didn’t just want Deep to taste her, she needed him too.

  “Please,” she whispered, not sure what else to say. “Please, Deep, I…”

  “Yes.�€