He shook his head. “That can’t be true.”
“Have you never had the urge to kiss him? To take him into your arms and make love to him?”
Duncan’s hands tightened on her arms before he abruptly turned from her. “Yes. Damn it, yes.”
She sighed. This was going easier than she’d first thought. “Once the true bond is completed with both of us you’ll never suffer like this again.”
He turned back to her, his expression full of determination. “He won’t agree to this.”
“He doesn’t like men that way?” Moira hid her own unease. Once she’d spoken to her mother she’d looked up some books. She’d read some romances where men and women made love to one another regardless of gender. Some she liked, some she didn’t, but the thought of watching Duncan’s golden head bent over Jaden’s dark body while she watched was anything but repugnant. She wriggled, the sudden need spiraling through her.
“Oh, he does. It’s just. Damn it. He’s so damn noble.” Duncan growled, his frustration obvious.
Moira laughed. “Of course he is. He’s a Malmayne.”
“He thinks he’s still a Blackthorn.” Duncan tapped his fingers on the desk with a worried frown. “And to him that makes all the difference.”
Akane pulled her car over a few miles from the Malmayne estate. “Nebraska.” She stepped out, her high-heeled Prada boot sinking into the dirt road. “Yee-haw.” She pulled the heavy wool coat closer around her and studied the rapidly darkening sky.
“Fine. Let’s see what we’ve got here.” She settled herself cross-legged on the cooling hood of her metallic blue Porsche Boxster and allowed her inner eye to open. The star in the center of her iris expand, letting her see things beyond the ken of mortal man. “Okay, Jaden. What the hell is going on?”
The first thing she saw made her squirm in embarrassment. “Oh, Robin. You so owe me for this.”
Jaden took his time in the shower, unsure why he was uneasy. He’d sensed something down in that office, something that left him on edge. Had he played it wrong? Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to be so cool. Duncan now suspected something was wrong, something more than what was happening in the Malmayne clan. He’d have to throw him a bone, give him something to sink that intellect into.
He dragged the washcloth down his body, pausing by his cock. The fucker had been rock hard since his first glimpse of Duncan. It had begun weeping the moment Moira appeared.
He sighed and began stroking, bringing up images of the two of them loving one another. Fucking one another. Slick bodies intertwined in a knot of hot, sweaty sex until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He imagined Moira’s head bowed back in a throaty moan, Duncan’s lips toying with the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder. Right where Jaden’s kiss had once been.
Hell, he let his imagination go even further. What it would be like to have the taste of both of them on his tongue at the same time, that sparkling effervescence that was Duncan, the dark, earthy taste of Moira? His hand moved faster, his cock jerking in his hand. He could picture it, his cock buried deep inside Moira, her red gold hair fanned out beneath her, writhing in ecstasy. He could almost feel Duncan deep inside his body, taking him until he throbbed with the need to come. They’d surround him, love him, bring him to an ecstasy he’d never dared to dream of.
The knowledge that it would never happen almost threw him out of the fantasy. The day Duncan and Moira made love to him would be the day Robin himself fell in love.
Jaden snorted, almost laughing. Yeah. That’ll happen. He shook his head and returned to his fantasy because, damn it, that’s all he would ever have so he might as well enjoy it.
The arousal was becoming unbearable. Jaden. It has to be. If Duncan closed his eyes he could almost see the water running down Jaden’s naked body, dripping from his sculpted abs, teasing his rock hard nipples. He shuddered, the need pouring through him ten times more intense than what he’d felt in that limo alone with Moira.
Moira was right. Somehow, some way the three of them were mates, meant to bond together into a greater whole. Duncan would do everything in his power to make sure Jaden never left them again.
Moira had begun to pant. “What in the world?” She fell back against the edge of Duncan’s desk, her legs rubbing together with a soft shush shush of fabric.
“Jaden.” Duncan’s head tilted back, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath. His hand had moved to the front of his slacks, petting himself there. He was so hard he was leaking, leaving behind a wet patch on his boxers. He moaned, the feel of the cloth somehow intertwining with the feel of slick, soapy fingers. God, it was like Jaden was stroking Duncan rather than himself, the sensation ghostly yet intense.
“How?”
Duncan licked his lips. “Doesn’t matter. I need you.” His hands went to her shirt, ripping it open in a burst of buttons. Thank the gods, no bra. “Now.”
She opened her mouth to protest but wound up gasping instead. His mouth descended on her breast, his tongue laving her nipple. “Mother of mercy.” Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging at him, holding him in place. “Yes, please. More.”
No patience, no time for niceties. He’d have to figure out a way to make it all up to her later. “Sorry, amoureaux. So sorry.” His fingers were on her jeans, tugging at the button, snagging on the zipper. He could feel Jaden’s fingers on his cock all the way upstairs, could tell the vampire was close to orgasm. He needed the three of them to come together, a compulsion he had no intention of denying.
Moira whimpered, the sound dragging a tortured groan out of him. He got her jeans down her legs, once again thanking the gods for her need to be barefoot no matter where she was. The jeans flew over his shoulder, her panties soon joining them.
She was so beautiful it made him want to weep.
He damn near whimpered himself when he stroked her pussy. She was sopping wet, ripe and ready for him. “Promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“What?” She sounded drugged. Her hands curled around his ass, tugging him closer. “God, what’s wrong with me?”
“You need to come.” He quickly freed himself from his slacks. Around him his power danced, silver lights filling the room like gleaming fireflies. “The Claiming, love.”
Deep green lights, faint and far less numerous, joined his silver. “Do it.” Her green eyes opened, changing to the lush green color of grass on a warm summer day. Her skin tone darkened, faint whorls appearing here and there as she dropped her human Seeming. Even the red gold of her hair deepened, turning the same color as deep red leaves in the fall. Her scent ripened, earthy and rich and fertile. Her ears were delicately pointed, her pupils oval, a throwback to her Sidhe blood. “Claim me, Sidhe, if you dare.”
The faintest hint of Irish in her voice was enough to drive him over the edge. He had meant to ease himself inside her, but it was too much to bear. Jaden was about to come, and he couldn’t do it alone.
How was he supposed to resist? Both Moira and Jaden needed, and Duncan would provide. He plunged within Moira, shuddering when she gasped in pain. “Moira?”
Her fingers clenched on his shoulders. “Need a minute.”
His forehead dropped to her shoulder as he fought himself for control. His erection throbbed within her tight sheath. Upstairs, Jaden’s hand faltered. Duncan could feel the vampire’s confusion. Jaden had no clue what was happening between them. Duncan nipped her neck, knowing he’d just kissed her where Jaden had, all unknowing, forged the beginnings of the fragile bond between the three of them. His fingers reached down and began to caress Moira’s clit, desperate to bring her back to them. They needed her to come with them. For them.