Jory Strong - Elven Surrender

Wraith could barely keep himself from shaking under the onslaught of lust assailing him. He felt like a stallion in the presence of a mare, snorting, quivering with the need to mount her and thrust his penis into her slick channel.

“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered, unable to stop himself from spearing his fingers through her hair.

His hips jerked when Silver’s tongue darted out to wet the lips he urgently needed to feel on his cock. The glances she was giving him from underneath her eyelashes had his heart pounding, his breath coming in little more than pants.

“Put your mouth on me,” he repeated, tightening his grip on her hair—a silent threat that he’d force her even though they both knew it wouldn’t be necessary.

She took him in her hands first, encircled his penis with one while the other cupped his heavy testicles. Wraith’s hips bucked, once, twice as he fucked through her fingers in a desperate attempt to get to her mouth.

A groan of pleasure erupted when she finally obeyed and took the tip of his cock between her lips. He nearly went to his knees when her tongue washed over the smooth head before probing the slit.

“More,” he said, uncaring how close he sounded to begging, how desperately he needed her.

Silver had never felt so full of feminine power, so alive and desirable. She could feel Tynan’s heated gaze roaming over her back and buttocks. She could feel his hunger as he watched her pleasure his brother. Having him witness what she was doing excited her, made her wetter than she’d ever been.

Wraith’s thick cock and dark commands had her cunt spasming and silky moisture coating her inner thighs. She spread her knees, wanted to share her arousal with Tynan.

Her hand prevented Wraith from going deeper into her mouth but he tried to do it anyway. His engorged shaft pushed through her fingers, teased her with the feel of satin over steel, the hot, summer-wind taste of him.

His cock throbbed against her palm as if his heart had taken up residence there. That she could have this man as her own, even for a night, was an intoxicating thought.

With a moan she began sucking, laving him with her tongue.

Wraith’s reaction was immediate, intense. “Yes,” he panted, buttocks clenching as he doubled over and began thrusting with each pull of her mouth.

She took as much of him as she could, reveled in the sound of his harsh breathing and groans of pleasure. It was raw emotion and naked passion, unlike anything she’d ever experienced with another man.

His fingers left her hair to roam over her back then around to cup her breasts and take possession of her nipples. He was rough, dominant, his fingers reclaiming the control so she sucked in the rhythm he set, whimpered and hungered for what he was willing to give her.

Tynan left the water, drawn by the sight of Silver’s swollen folds and wet inner thighs. He no longer cared if he disgraced himself by coating his belly with his own seed. He couldn’t stay away.

Wraith’s face was a mask of agonized pleasure. A light sheen of sweat coated his chest as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

For a split second Tynan wanted to rip Silver away from Wraith’s cock. Instead he tightened his grip on his shaft and promised himself that later he’d know the feel of her lips and tongue on his penis.

Satisfaction rippled through him when he cupped her mound with his hand and was welcomed with a rush of liquid arousal. She rubbed against him like cat greeting a favored companion. He stroked her engorged clit then thrust into her with his fingers, allowing Wraith to control the rhythm as her sultry heat burned him and her sheath clung to him.

Silver moaned and whimpered. Her world was reduced to hot sensation and erotic need as lust pulsed from her lips to her cunt in a nearly unbearable sexual current beginning with Wraith and ending with Tynan.

She sucked harder on Wraith’s cock, took him all the way to the back of her throat as she thrust against Tynan’s fingers, fucked herself on them until she swallowed Wraith’s release before finding her own.

Tynan grimaced as he looked down at his abdomen and chest. In the moment Wraith came in her mouth, the hot wash of his seed had erupted as well.

He plucked another piece of vine then gathered Silver’s hair. When it was braided he lifted her into his arms and got into the tub with her, letting the water carry away the evidence of passion.

His heart sang at the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and settled on his lap, content to let him care for her. “Stay,” he said, plucking a small blue fruit from a vine and crushing it in his palm to make soap.

Silver laughed. “Not you too. One dominant male in the room is enough.”

Wraith selected a yellow fruit before joining them in the water. Amusement lightened his features. “Then I’ll say it, ‘Stay’.”

I could get used to this, Silver thought as they bathed her, refusing to let her do it.

Don’t think like that, her heart warned, reminding her it would be foolish to dream of anything more, to expect anything more. If The Mark was indeed a portent signifying that The Goddess intended her to walk a different life path than the one she’d trained for, then there would no doubt be another sign providing direction—but it wouldn’t lead to them.

Even if she wasn’t a witch ready to go through the Rite of New Beginnings and gain a territory to serve, there was no future to be had with Wraith and Tynan. Elves were clannish, secretive. They let few outsiders into their world. And though she’d traded with some of them and enjoyed the exchange, the attitude of the females at the club was far more common.

It doesn’t matter. Enjoy the here and now. Enjoy them until tomorrow night, she told herself, thoughts of the future falling away along with the bath water when Tynan rose with her in his arms.

Carefree joy filled her heart when Wraith summoned a hot breeze to swirl around them and dry their skin. Anticipation built with each caress of heated air and at the way Wraith’s eyes roved over her hungrily.

“I’m ready for bed now,” she whispered, wanting to witness the effect her words would have on them.

The breeze fell away abruptly, only a breath faster than it took Tynan to carry her to the low bed and place her on it. She moaned when he came down next to her and claimed her mouth in a kiss that left her twisting, pressing against him in an effort to get him to cover her body with his and thrust into her.

Wraith joined them. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the mattress with one of his hands while the other slid over her abdomen on its way to her cunt. Silver arched and spread her thighs when his fingers found her, rubbed over her swollen labia and throbbing clit.

“Please,” she begged the moment Tynan lifted his mouth from hers.

Tynan felt close to begging himself. He was overwhelmed, torn by conflicting desires, wanting to experience all of her at once.

When Wraith claimed her mouth Tynan gave into the driving need to explore her breasts. He slid down until he could capture a dark nipple in his mouth.

Her moan of pleasure was a siren song. He licked, laved, suckled hungrily as his hand joined Wraith’s between her thighs.

She was so wet, so responsive, so purely passionate. There was no subterfuge, no ambition guiding her reactions. What she gave them, she gave freely in response to the pleasure she found in being with them.

His penis throbbed urgently against his belly. Arousal beaded on the tip. He wouldn’t coat himself with seed, not again. The next time he came it would be in Silver’s slick channel or welcoming mouth.

Lust roared through his veins like molten lava, like stone melted in heat so intense it couldn’t be survived. He wanted her, needed her. In a moment it would be him begging, him whispering please over and over again.