Wicked Wonderland by Lisa Whitefern
Even though tears burned in her eyes, she relished the searing heat on her skin and the echoes of that heat deep inside her. Kris lifted her up by her thighs so that she was bent over the ottoman, her ass in the air on one side, her head hanging down off the other so she faced the carpet. She felt someone’s tongue, she was unsure whose, licking her from behind, sliding in velvet-sweet circles around her folds, closer and closer to her clit. Finally, it moved squarely over her sensitive button. Her hips bucked as he licked her clit until she exploded with her second orgasm.
She’d finally realized it was Kris licking her when Nick pushed her gently so that her shoulders were back on the ottoman. He unbuckled his heavy belt and pushed down his jeans and satin boxers. His veined shaft jutted up so thick and stiff that it slapped against her face, and she almost laughed. But it took only a lifted eyebrow from Nick to have her obediently grab it. He pushed forward. The thickness of his cock filled her mouth. She reveled in its satin smoothness and the salty taste of his skin. She licked the hot head of his shaft over and over. Soon he was thrusting in her mouth.
“Spread your legs a bit more,” Kris said. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Her heart rate spiked in anticipation. Kris stuck two thick digits up inside her and groaned when he found out how wet she was.
Swiftly, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock in one rough shove that made her body jerk. She loved it. She wanted him deep, deeper! His stiff dick rammed in and out, his huge girth stretching her. Nick grabbed a handful of her hair as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock.
Kris’s talented fingers rubbed her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Her excited moans seemed to make Kris and Nick more aggressive. Kris used her pussy savagely as his passion continued to build. Lilly came in another shattering climax, her muscles squeezing and milking his thrusts.
Kris came suddenly, groaning against the back of her neck. Nick pulled his cock out of her throat. He kissed the top of her forehead, then crushed his mouth against hers with fierce passion, pulling her against his heavily muscled chest. His hand cupped one cheek of her bare ass as he savaged her mouth. She returned his fire, giving a low moan.
Their tongues entwined again and again, their bodies melding together, their ragged breaths coming as one. They toppled off the couch onto the thick, plush white carpet. The sudden fall to the floor made her giggle.
Catching her breath, she looked up and she saw Kris holding a package in his hand. It was wrapped in sparkly white paper and tied with a golden bow.
His cheeky smile let her know something sexy was inside. “I’d like you to open just this one gift for us now, before we do anything else.”
She rose to a kneeling position on the carpet and grinned back at him, taking the parcel from his hands. Carefully, she untied the pretty bow and took off the paper.
A gasp escaped her. The gift was gorgeous, a necklace of perfectly formed white moonstones. “I… Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
The flimsy white curtains Nick had pulled across the windows did little to block out the light, and when she held up the moonstones, she saw that from some angles the spheres appeared almost translucent, but from others they shimmered with flashes of iridescent gold and blue, visible as an inner glow.
Kris took the necklace from her hand. He held it above her face, letting the bottom stone slide coolly across her lower lip. He released more of the strand, letting it cascade down alongside her neck and throat. She felt the coolness of the stones as he skimmed them across her lips. He let more of the stones drop softly into her cleavage, an erotic and delightful slide over her skin that made her nipples tighten and ache.
Then he slipped his hand down between her legs. She gasped at the coolness, the smoothness of the moonstones there. Her body jolted. Kris slid them between her folds. The lust in his eyes made her tip her head back and moan.
Soon Nick’s hands were on her bare ass, massaging her cheeks. The low, guttural sound he made in the back of his throat, not to mention the press of his hard shaft against her ass, let her know he was aroused again.
Kris shocked and surprised her by slowly inserting one of the stones into her creamy wet opening. One by one, he pressed the stones in. Once several of the smooth, round stones were inside her, he pressed them deeper. The stones and Kris’s fingers probed and twisted, causing little bursts of pleasure to shoot through her.
When Kris finally started withdrawing the moonstones from her, rubbing each one against her clit as he pulled it out, the combination of smooth stones against her sensitive button and the dragging friction created inside her left her panting and desperate.
“Holy fuck, that is hot,” Nick groaned. I’m sorry, gorgeous, I can’t hold back any longer. I have to take you now.” He pushed the moonstones away and lowered his body onto hers; she fell back upon the thick soft carpet. He nestled his cock at her entrance, then claimed her with deep, sure possessive strokes. With each thrust, he groaned, whispering obscenities in her ear, telling her she was a great fuck, telling her she had the hottest cunt he’d ever been inside, so tight and swollen and juicy. He stared down at her in wonder.
Kris’s hands slid down his chest to his own powerful erection. The harder Nick pumped into Lilly’s pussy, the faster Kris’s hand stroked. Lilly looked up into Kris’s eyes and saw how focused he was on her.
She arched her back and groaned, drunk on arousal, drunk on the effect she had on these two beautiful men.
Digging her fingers into Nick’s shoulders, her body bucking against his, she lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around his back, groaning as his cock went deep. Nick responded by pounding away in earnest, a savage look on his face that only increased her excitement. They spun off into space together, and a climax rolled through her, rolled through the three of them. Lilly felt each man shudder in time to her own pulsing.
She lay on the carpet, stunned and smiling in the throes of post-coital bliss. Now and again, an aftershock from her powerful orgasm made her whole body shudder.
Nick touched her face lightly, he whispered in her ear, “We love you.” The soft tone of his voice caught her unaware and brought tears to her eyes. She slid her arms around his shoulders and hugged him close.
“Kris and I love you more than anything we have back in the Fae Realm. If you want us to just live here and not go back, we will. Or we can take you back to the Realm. Let you see Fae for yourself.”
She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how she felt about the possibility of visiting the Fae Realm. No words could express the joy she felt being with these two men, and how positively right it felt to finally be with creatures like herself—half human, half sylph. Now she knew what she really was, and so much that hadn’t made sense before now did. But could she face meeting more dark fae like Zenia? Inwardly, she cringed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.
Kris put his arms around her from behind. His cock was hard again against her ass. “We’d want you to be with us forever.”
The momentary fear that had filled her remembering Zenia passed, and a wave of bliss washed over her.
Sandwiched between her two lovers, she felt a strength so great that it could easily crush her, but it cradled her instead and dropped love into her open heart. Then her peace gave way as a new thought about what a commitment to them might mean.
“Zenia was convinced I was a threat to her taking the fae throne. Will our commitment lead to that? And if I choose not to take such a role, does it mean someone evil like Zenia will become the queen in my place? Mind you, I guess this could all be hypothetical. I had an iron sword stuck in my chest. Does that mean I have no powers anymore? I guess I couldn’t become a fairy queen even if I wanted to now, right?”
Kris’s eyes widened. He looked from one to the other of them. “Lilly’s powers aren’t gone. I saw which sword the birdman stabbed her with, and it was definitely a silver sword. A lot of swords ended up in different
Lilly blinked rapidly, trying to get hold of her emotions. Finally, she whispered, “You mean, I may have… I may still have some magic power?”
“Count on it.” Kris touched her gently on her waist. “But it seems Zenia was shortsighted, concentrating so much on you as a contender to the throne. She was unaware that your father had another lover, an Undine who was his secret mistress for years. We had a visit from Rurik the birdman while you were still in the hospital.
“Rurik was happy to hear of your full recovery, and he told us that you have another half sister, Nerissa. As the daughter of an Undine, she’s part air sprite and part water fae.”
“A sister?” Overcome with emotion, Lilly found it hard to swallow, difficult to speak. “I’d like to meet her…if you think that’s possible, I mean.”
Nick put an arm around her and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “I’m sure that could be arranged.”
Wow, maybe there was a possibility she could even meet her real father. She gulped, thinking about it. “So if Nerissa is half air sprite, she and I must share the same dad?”
Kris winced. “Yeah, his name is Orane.”
Lilly understood Kris’s reaction. “Right, Orane. Zenia called him a cold fish, ruthless and brutal. I guess he’s not someone I should meet?”
“Probably not, sweetheart.”
Lilly shuddered and nestled into the crook of Nick’s arm, where she felt safe. “Do you think that Nerissa will become the fae queen, then?”
Kris’s eyes clouded briefly. “We really don’t know who will take the throne now. The battle between different elementals and between light and dark fae is always complicated.”
Suddenly, Nick’s smile dropped. He seemed nervous. “Lilly, you know we’ve both fallen in love with you.” He chewed on his bottom lip, something she’d never seen him do before. “Do you think… Would you ever consider marrying one of us? I mean, making a mortal-type commitment? I mean, if you want us to continue living most of our lives in the mortal world, it would make sense.”
She laughed, happier than she could ever have imagined. “I definitely want to make a commitment! With you two around, how could I want anyone or anything else?”
With a whoop, Kris jumped up, took her in his arms and spun her around while Nick laughed.
Kris let go and headed for the kitchen. “I’m going to get some champagne!”
Nick grasped her hand, a serious and intense look on his face. His beautiful, deep hazel eyes had her full attention. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I believe Kris is the one you should marry.”
Her newfound self-confidence took a dive in the face of his rejection, and she shifted away from him. “You don’t want to marry me?”
“Oh my God.” He laughed. “You are so wrong. I love you. I’ve loved you since we were in college together and missed you like hell ever since.”
“I guess my old lack of self-esteem welled up again there for a minute, huh?” She managed a laugh.
“Lilly, don’t you see? Kris knows how much you love me, but he’s always been unsure what you feel for him, and he’s scared. I know he acts easygoing, but his self-esteem issues in life have kind of mirrored your own and at times even affected his power. I think it would mean a lot to him.”
She realized she did know, had known, that Kris misunderstood what she felt for them both. It was only Nick’s dominant personality that had made her pay more attention to him in the past. She vowed not to let that continue. Kris’s sunny personality and easygoing ways were, at times, a relief in contrast to Nick’s intensity. She loved them both, alpha and beta men, with all her heart.
“The other thing…” Nick looked down at his feet. “I don’t know whether my sword fighting has made me mortal or not. It’s likely that Kris could live a lot longer than me, and he has the magic and power to take care of you much better than I can.”
Her heart ached with love for him and sadness at the great sacrifice he’d made for her. She stroked a hand over his wrist. “I’d be beyond happy to marry either one of you. It doesn’t matter which.”
He hauled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Kris and I, we’ve been waiting for you for far too long. Ten years too long.” He framed her face with his hands and brushed his lips softly over hers. He lingered, then deepened the kiss.
Kris returned with a silver bucket containing a champagne bottle and flutes and set them down. Condensation ran in rivulets down its side, leaving a pool of water on the coffee table.
Lilly took the exquisite crystal flute Kris gave her and took a sip.
“To your marriage and to us,” Nick said. Kris’s eyes widened.
“I’d love to marry you, Kris.” She watched him gulp as the three clicked glasses. Lilly noticed the men stared at the wrist she’d raised when she’d toasted their engagement. Her gaze fell to the turquoise bracelet. The robin’s egg blue stone glowed as though infused with light.
She gulped. “What does it mean?”
Kris smiled at her gently; his expression made her heart go soft. “I’m pretty sure it means that three fated mates have come together. And that we’ve finally reached the level of maturity to deserve each other.” He laughed, then sobered.
Nick shook his head. “It means more than that. It’s a sign that any craven or cowardly behavior is behind us, and that we won’t falter or change our minds about each other. The bracelet also thinks we’ve deliberately done a binding ceremony, even though that wasn’t our intention. It means you could be queen if you wanted to be, Lilly.”
Tears gathered in her eyes. She glanced at each of them in turn. “I have no idea about this queen business, but I know I won’t ever change my mind about being with the two of you.” She looked back and forth between them. “This is where I’m meant to be.”
About the Author
Since she came of age Lisa Whitefern has embarrassed people by talking about sex. Now she writes the hottest of erotic romance and erotica.
Lisa also has a life-long passion for fairy tales and fantasy. Ever since her teacher read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to her class when she was six, Lisa’s been looking for ways to visit Narnia.
Lisa thinks it immensely unfair she can’t wiggle her nose to clean her house like Samantha in the TV show Bewitched.
She has a master’s degree with honors in English Literature, reads tarot cards and tutors children of all ages in English after school.
Although born in New York City to American parents, Lisa has lived most of her life in Auckland, New Zealand. She now lives in the foothills of the beautiful Waitakere Ranges of Auckland with her husband and her two gorgeous sons.
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Can she handle everything they are?
Studs
© 2012 Vonna Harper
True to her Hopi mother’s restless spirit, Terena Rothrock follows news stories all over the Southwest. Lately, though, her heart is calling her back to the rez. But not before she swings through Phoenix to see her cousin race his amazingly fast new horse.
At the track, two powerful men watch the horse with suspicion in their eyes. Watch Terena with the drive to possess her oozing from every pore. When they seem to shift into stallions in her mind’s eye, shock—and arousal—flood her body.
Far from home and their herd, Nokoni and Hah-Tee can’t afford to draw attention to themselves. Instant attraction to Terena complicates their already competitive relationship, but she’s their one connection to the man they suspect stole one of their mares.
Overcome by instincts as ancient as time, the urge to mate rolls over them with the speed and ferocity of a desert storm. Yet even as Terena struggles to make sense of her desire for the swift, mysterious shifters, danger lurks. Someone is out to collect every last one of the horses born with wings on their feet—even if it means bullets must fly.
Warning: Studs doing what studs do, hormones raging, and of course the
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Backing up and rearing, Red whinnied again. The high scream-like sound seared Terena’s nerves. Despite her concern that the horse might hurt herself, Terena couldn’t keep her attention off the men. They were maybe a hundred feet away and walking with slow, measured steps, as if giving her time to comprehend what was happening. When she’d seen them earlier, they’d been closer but surrounded by race-goers. Now, nothing stood between her and them.
They weren’t friends with each other. She sensed their complex relationship in the space they kept between them. Despite that, they walked in sync, the slightly shorter man lengthening his stride to match the other.
What did their relationship matter? They were coming toward her, staring intently.
Ahote was out of sight, more concerned with his damn conversation than her or his horse. He’d left her to—
Sudden anger washed away the fear she didn’t want to acknowledge. This wasn’t the Wild West. A couple of cowpokes couldn’t march into town and take over. Take her.
Red’s hooves tattooed the ground. “It’s all right. You’re all right,” she soothed without taking her attention off the stalking men. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
Galvanized by her promise, she stepped fully into the sunlight and crossed her arms over her chest. The newcomers still walked in slow-motion with their arms by their sides, their body-hugging clothing revealing every move. Her throat dried, her nipples hardened and her core heated.
Determined to get control over her misbehaving body, she pressed her forearms against her too-sensitive breasts and lifted her head so the breeze stroked her throat. She had a few seconds before they came so close their energy touched her.