Her breath caught before she moaned again.
“Oui, ma puissance, take your pleasure.” The huskiness of Jack’s voice washed over her and had her longing to turn in his arms so she could kiss him. The pure wantonness of her own actions would’ve surprised her if she’d been thinking clearly.
Without thinking she turned and pressed her lips against the column of his throat. A groan ripped free of him, washed over her and she soon found herself flat on her back amongst the furs on her low pallet next to the fire pit with two hungry men kneeling on either side of her. Her head was swimming and she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten in such a position. A gut wrenching moan filled the room as Pajackok had taken Ragtow’s place at her breasts and continued to nurse at her hard nipples. She was vaguely surprised to realize the erotic sound came from her.
The feel of a wet mouth against her inner thigh had her trying to snap her legs closed. The male body wedged between them kept her from completely closing them.
He continued to kiss and excite her virginal folds.
“Nay, I cannot do this.” Her protest sounded weak even to her own ears.
“Why do you say this, ma tranqullite? You were meant for us as we are for you.”
Ragtow lifted his head from his position between her thighs, his lips swollen from her earlier kisses and wet with her young juices.
“Thou cannot want to share me. ‘Tis not natural.”
Gentle hands squeezed her thighs. “It’s as natural as breathing, ma tranqililite. ”
She shook her head in denial even as he once more lowered his head with his tongue extended. Her gaze locked on his and she found she couldn’t look away. Her eyes acknowledged his passion and pleasure in her body.
“Oh, yes, ma puissance, watch him pleasure you. Let us make you feel good.”
Jack’s hoarse plea was whispered against her ear, as he held her with one arm wrapped around her shoulders, and they both watched as Ragtow slowly licked her soft folds in welcome before finding the hard little nub hidden within. Jack’s hand returned to her upturned breasts and took turns teasing each nipple. Her pleasure shot from them to her lower quivering sex.
A harsh intake of breath was her reaction when she felt the heat of Ragtow’s tongue wash over a spot so sensitive the pleasure bordered on pain. “What is thou doing to me?” Her thighs began to tremble as she looked up into the warmly dark eyes of the man holding her.
“Come for us, Onatah. Give us your pleasure.” He whispered the words against her mouth before sliding two fingers deep inside of her. A harsh groan filled her throat when her untried flesh stretched slowly inside her. Jack ripped his mouth away from hers. “Make her come, Ragtow, now, so I can have my turn.” His voice harsh, he encouraged the man feasting between their lover’s thighs. A muffled groan was Ragtow’s reply. The extra vibration had Onatah digging her fingers into Jack’s arms.
“I’m scared…what arst thou doing to me?” Her repeated question held a panicked note.
“Don’t be scared. Let go. We’ll catch you.” His words were whispered against the shell of her ear before his tongue dipped inside.
“Aaa-yeee!” Her hips surged upwards as the loud slurping noises filled the air.
Pleasure stronger than anything she’d ever felt before poured over her. When it finally eased, she sagged back against the arm Jack had kept around her, while Ragtow continued to lap slowly at the juices covering her thighs.
“Delicious.” His voice was hoarse.
“Move!” Jack’s order allowed no refusal. Rolling away from her, Ragtow took her from Jack’s arms. Lying on his back, Jack waited for Ragtow to lower her over his reclining body. He jerked and his breath hissed out of his throat when her damp folds brushed over the stretched denim of his pants. His hands gripped her hips and rocked her against him. She whimpered when his hand pressed between their bodies. She whimpered again when she realized he was trying to free his sex. Despite her untried state, as a healer she knew the pleasure she’d felt earlier would be stronger with either of these men buried inside of her willing body.
“Please!”
“Patience, ma puissance, my cousin will take care of you.”
“What about thou?” Her voice was reedy with desperation.
“I’ll have my turn.” His hand brushed her hair away from her cheek.
Not knowing where her daring came from, she reached out and brushed her hand over the strange cloth which cupped his erection. Struggling with the unfamiliar closures, she smiled as she finally freed him. With her experiences it wasn’t the first time she’d seen a man’s sex, but they had been nothing like the thick length throbbing against her palms. Rubbing a thumb over the damp tip, a groan tore free from him as she explored the contours of his sex. “Sacru blu.”
A scream escaped her tight throat as Jack eased her down over him. The flash of pain was briefly noticeable as her innocence was shredded and the unfamiliar feeling of fullness stretched all of her virginal tissues. “Ohhh-owww.”
“Relax…it will be better now.” Jack’s hands tweaked her nipples. Gritting her teeth, she shifted and moaned as both men moved against her. Ragtow’s had his length moving between her hands, while Jack’s hands were rocking her on his hard cock.
Pleasure teased at her as she had an overwhelming urge to take Ragtow’s cock in her mouth and taste his pleasure. Leaning forward to do just that, she screamed as Jack’s teeth caught one of her nipples in his mouth and he tongued and nipped at it. She soared over the peak.
Gananoque, Ontario 2010
“Son of bitch.” The hateful alarm clock had sounded. Surging up in bed, Jack threw the covers off. His cock stood at attention and was very unhappy that he’d woken before he’d been able to spill his seed deep inside of his mate. It didn’t care that he had an early shift at the hospital this morning. Wrapping a hand around his aching cock, he tried to suppress his need to find Onatah and bury the aching length where it belonged.
Deep inside of her pussy or ass and he didn’t really care which at this particular moment.
“Are you okay?” Ragtow’s ragged deep voice came from the doorway of their shared living room. While they no longer lived on the reservation, they’d retained the tradition of living together. They had a much deeper bond than just that of familial ties and they both knew it. He met Ragtow’s gaze. The spiritual bond between them was singing with awareness. They were only waiting on Onatah to complete the bond and make them whole. She was the third side to their connection. Without her they weren’t grounded and both knew it.
“It’s got to be soon, Ragtow. I can’t take many more of these dreams.”
“I know. She’ll be coming soon. Orenda promised us the time was upon us.
We’ve only got to wait a bit longer. Once the moon is full, she’ll be able to cross time and join us. Orenda has never been wrong.”
“Let’s hope not.” Jack held his head in his hands. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait for Orenda’s baby sister to find the portal and come to us. If she doesn’t come soon, I swear I’m going to find a way to go to her, prophesy be damned.”
Ragtow nodded. There was no use arguing about it. It was amazing Jack had waited this long. His older cousin was a real force to be reckoned with when he wanted 264