Mated By The Demon Collections: Paranormal Romance Page 6

  Chapter 5

  As Beatrice neared the tent that she knew was Finn’s, her nerves exploded like a flock of hummingbirds knocking around in her chest. She stopped, arm outstretched to walk in, but let it drop, shaking. She paced back and forth, watching the dim light of the half-moon cast deep, mysterious shadows across the fair ground.

  “Beatrice” The sudden voice coming from just inside the tent made her jump. “We can hear you pacing, sweetheart.” She could practically hear the grin on Finn’s face, and her heart made an odd jump when he called her sweetheart in that accent of his. Taking one final deep breath, she walked inside.

  She looked around Finn’s tent, always having been curious about what it was like inside, and she took it all in with wonder, distracting herself from the two large men sharing it with her. It was just a plain, large tasseled tent on the outside, like the offices or the blacksmith’s tent, but that’s where the similarities ended.

  The first thing she noticed was how open it was. There was a small fireplace crackling cheerfully in one corner, casting its warm light on a low, leather couch and matching love seat, both piled high with pillows and soft, furry blankets. The biggest arm chair she had ever seen sat against one wall with a side table piled precariously with books, the small lamp on top was shoved to the very edge.

  A big bed sat on the floor, disregarding a frame or even a headboard, it screamed masculinity with its rumpled sheets that she could so easily picture Finn wrapped up in, and the pile of furs stacked at the foot for quick access on cooler nights. There was something so ancient, so primal about the room. It was hard to tell what colors things were, everything cast in hazy golden bronze by the flickering fire.

  She inhaled the scent of cedar, smoke, and…Finn. She could almost pick out the earthy, sensual notes that were his alone. She finally turned to look at them, Finn still standing by the front where she had entered, Sebastian reclining lazily on a stool at the tall, two person table. At least his posture seemed lazy and relaxed, but that impression was belied by the tenseness of his thick muscles, the way his golden eyes followed her like a hawk as she made her way slowly around the living area of the tent.

  “So,” Beatrice had to clear her throat several times before anything came out, but she was proud of how steady her voice sounded when it finally did. “are you just gonna stand there all night?”

  A rough chuckle exploded from Finn’s chest as he stalked closer, the sudden outburst of humor morphing the stark desire in his expression into something softer, kinder.

  “My dear,” His harshly whispered words rushed past her ear, tickling her as he bent closer in front of her, his broad body blocking her view of the rest of the tent, and Sebastian, although she could hear him stand, hear the scrape of his boots on the wood planks of the floor as he moved closer. “We were just waiting for you.”

  She could feel the warmth of him at her back like a furnace. She could feel the weight of his hands as he grasped each softly curved hip, the brush of his body as he moved closer.

  “I’m so glad you decided to join us.” His voice was like gravel, causing another round of shivers to dance down her spine. His mouth flitted from her ear, down her neck, barely making contact, teasing her in a way she never would have expected from the big, demanding man. She always though he would be a ‘give me what I want right now’ type of guy, but it thrilled her to learn otherwise.

  She felt like her skin was on fire. With both hard, very male bodies pressed against her softness she felt her own body begin to move of its own accord, too impatient to wait for her lust-drenched brain to keep up. She pressed forward instinctively, biting back the grin at Finn’s growl as her hips met his, the proof of his arousal spurring her on.

  But as she pressed even closer, as close as they could be with the layers of clothes still between them, she realized she was missing the warmth of Sebastian at her back, and threw a look over her shoulder at him. His bright gaze watched her and Finn move together, his features sharp with desire.

  “Beatrice, turn around.” She whimpered at the command, not wanting to lose the delicious slide of Finn’s hard body against hers.

  “Turn around, now.” Her entire body responded to the tone of Sebastian’s voice. The patience, and the surety that she would follow his softly spoken demand.

  “Do what he says, sweetheart.” Finn’s hushed word tickled at her ear as she slowly turned around. Sebastian ate her up with his gaze. From the top of her long, brown waves now slightly tousled, down her body, tracing every curve until he reached her feet, just peeking out from below the skirt of the costume she still wore, and then all the way back up. She felt it like a brush of his hand along her whole body, feeling the heavy weight of arousal dripping down her body like honey.

  “Strip for him.” Beatrice had to strain to hear Finn’s quiet words, spoken into the side of her neck, followed by a sweeping touch of the lips that teased her, making her ache for more. “I want to watch you take off that pretty little dress, until we can see all of you…” His torturously soft lips moved to the other side of her neck, playing along her sensitive skin. “And touch all of you.”

  Her body tensed at the words he breathed out, shoving away all self-conscious thoughts, focusing on the feelings Finn drew out of her skin like magic. Wherever he touched her, it felt like she had never been touched before. The way his skin felt against hers so much better than she had ever imagined.

  Beatrice looked up at Sebastian, deciding he was much too far away. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Maybe she could turn the tables, and tease them for a change. Without drawing away from Finn, she swept her hand seductively down, then all the way up her sides, her fingers ending tangled in the cord Sebastian had so carefully tied earlier.

  She pulled, and in one motion the cord came loose, and the fabric hiding her breast slid down. The twin masculine gasps gave her the confidence needed, and she continued her little strip tease, slowly swaying her hips back and forth to some imaginary, sensual music.

  She caught the waist of the skirt, loosening it, and oh-so-slowly lowered it to floor, kicking it free. She was left standing in nothing but the lace slip, rendered completely sheer by the cast of the firelight.

  “Goddess.” Finn groaned, his mouth coming down in earnest on that spot where her neck meets the slope of her shoulder, and she gasped at the tidal wave of pleasure. His touch sent sparks shooting down her spine.

  Sebastian still stood, watching them, the hunger in his eyes so ferocious that Bea might have been scared if she hadn’t known, soul deep, that they would never hurt her. She had never felt more precious or protected then when standing surrounded by these two big men.

  She tilted her head to the side, giving Finn better access, and threw her dark chocolate eyes up at the man standing tensely in front of her. She wanted his hands on her. And mouth.

  “Sebastian.” His name left her lips as a moan, and it was like she flipped a switch. He swept towards her, his hand sweeping up, fingers tangling in her hair, and she had just a second to draw a breath before his lips crashed onto hers. No more teasing. One large hand slid to the back of her head, angling her mouth so his slashed perfectly across her, the pressure of his lips made her open her mouth on a gasp, and Sebastian quickly took advantage, his tongue warring with hers.

  Suddenly, her shift was gone, the filmy material just a puddle at her feet as Sebastian’s hot mouth trailed lower, over collar bone, sliding down her chest. He left a trail of whisper soft kisses across each rib, and finally sweeping over the dip of her waist and the slight swell of her tummy.

  Kneeling in front of her, he threw one quick look at her face before his eyes were drawn back the bare flesh in front of him. He flicked out his tongue in a teasing swipe before laying a gentle kiss on either eye.

  “Was this for us?” Sebastian asked, teasingly, one eyebrow cocked as he nodded towards her center, completely smooth and hairless.

  “No, well…I…” Beatrice stalled, recall
ing earlier that morning sitting in her tub, and couldn’t deny that the thought of them had been dancing around her mind. His rough chuckle brought her gaze back down to his.

  “I like it.” The copper in his eyes flared as he inhaled deeply, at the same time wrapping one hand around each calf and urging her to spread her legs apart, and then even further until she stood almost straddling him, only held up by the support if Finn still at her back. She fidgeted unconsciously, suddenly feeling exposed.

  “Is maith liom grá sé ró.” Finn’s husky voice was hushed at her ear, but she could hear the raw edge of desire running through his words, even if she didn’t understand them. “Tá tú an neachtar milis.”

  Beatrice gasped as she felt Sebastian’s tongue, licking voraciously as she tensed, and then had to fight her body to stay still, instinctively wanting to move against him. He sucked at her, sending wave after wave of sparks running like electricity through her body.

  She looked down, awed at the sight of such a powerful man on his knees in front of her, so breathtakingly handsome it was almost hard to look at him in the warm, hazy golden light cast by the fire. Beatrice felt transported to a different time, a different place. A place she belonged.

  Her body tensed as the tingling radiating from her center grew even more intense, feeling like she on the edge of some great cliff and dying to jump off.

  “Tá tú álainn sin, bandia,” Finn’s hands on either side tightened, his strong fingers digging slightly in her skin as he pressed his mouth against her neck. “Ba mhaith liom tú i ngach slí.” The word’s sounded pulled from him.

  “Finn,” Sebastian eased back just enough for Beatrice to feel the breath of his words against her over sensitized skin. “Stop distracting her.”

  “Ha, distracting her. More like distracting you. You don’t like it when I speak Gaelic because you don’t know what I’m saying.” He left a trail of wet kisses up her neck as he straightened to shoot a teasing look at Sebastian. “And that bothers you.”

  Beatrice couldn’t hold back the sweet chuckle at their comfortable banter, even though her body was still on fire after being brought to edge of release and then denied.

  “Who knows what you’re really saying?” Sebastian’s hands idly swept up and down of her hips, making them sway. “I mean, it could be anything.” Finn just shook his head ruefully, his black hair waving. Bea shifted again, trying to bring their attention back to her need drenched body.

  Sebastian noticed her movements, his gaze suddenly intense on her body as he slowly rose to his feet, and she was reminded again of just how much bigger than her she was. She wasn’t petite, but he dwarfed her.

  He crowded close to her, Finn stopper her retreat at her back, his own big hands tickling at teasing at her ribcage, making her shiver as the sparks began erupting over her skin once more.

  Beatrice gasped as she felt Sebastian’s hot fingers so suddenly on the spot she most desperately needed, and then they were inside her, moving rhythmically, patiently. Every time his fingers thrust, meeting that point inside of her that made lightning shoot through her body, the palm of his hand pressed against the little bundle of nerves of her clit.

  Her breathing grew ragged, and the moans that she didn’t realize were coming out of her mouth made Finn’s entire body tighten in anticipation. His shining green eyes stared at the pout of her lower lip as she bit it with her teeth, unable to look away as her body went rigid as her release crashed over her in waves.

  As her muscles relaxed, her shaking legs went boneless and Finn and Sebastian both led her over to the big bed dominating the corner of the big tent. After a moment she felt the mattress shift as Finn’s weight settled on the bed next to her. She hadn’t even noticed he had stripped on his way to join her, her eyes widening on his still hard and impressive erection bobbing next to her head as she turned to get a better look.

  Her earlier lethargy forgotten, she crawled on top of him, a mischievous look filling her dark brown eyes.

  Finn groaned as she sucked him into the hot cavern of her mouth. Moving up and down his length, savoring the sweet musky taste of him. She felt more than heard Sebastian draw closer, avidly watching the spot where she and Finn joined.

  He drew off his shirt and threw it haphazardly to land somewhere on the floor, and his boots, jeans, and socks soon followed. He came nearer, the warmth of his big body at her back like a comforting furnace as she felt the length him brush the side of her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside her so bad, but she tensed as a sudden thought hit her, and she pulled back, letting Finn’s hardness slide out of her mouth as she looked up at him, not exactly sure how phrase her question.

  “Do I have to…should I worry about…” Finn instantly understood, and hurried to reassure her.

  “We are both clean. And you don’t have to worry about pregnancy, it’s…well, it’s kind of complicated, but let’s just say you really don’t have to worry.” Bea tilted her head, the ends of her hair tickling her back as it shifted.

  “Is it because of, well…the dragon thing?” Finn froze, his expression shuttering, as she heard Sebastian choke on a cough behind her.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” His voice was distant in a way the Bea had never heard, and made her instantly sorry for bringing it up.

  “I, well, you know.” She sighed, nervously tucking her hair behind one ear. “Your other side. Your dragon side? The great, big, beautiful dragon that you turn into sometimes?” She felt so flustered it was hard to continue, and she didn’t notice Finn’s feature’s start to soften at her words.

  “And the bear too. I saw it, him? You?” Sebastian started, and Beatrice threw a cautious look over her shoulder. “You were big too, and brown and your fur looked really soft.” He choked out a laugh, then looked as if it had caught him by surprise. Finn grabbed her hand, drawing her attention back towards him.

  “You saw us? Saw us change?” His voice sounded so serious, his questions falling quietly in the otherwise silent room. Bea took a deep breath, then nodded her head.

  “Yeah, uh, it was about a year ago. I saw you both, and well, I’m still not really sure. You were you, and then…you weren’t” She trailed off, feeling completely unsure as Finn just stared at her with those glowing emerald eyes. Slowly, his gaze cleared, and the flick of his mouth had her pulse returning slightly to normal.

  He turned her hands over in his, looking at them, his grin seeming to grow despite himself.

  “So, you thought I was beautiful?” A laugh of relief burst from her at Finn’s question, his natural roguish charm making her feel again at ease with them. He pulled her up until they were both lying on the bed, Beatrice pillowed on his chest, Sebastian leaning down on her other side, head on hand as he looked down at her. His expression was unreadable in the dim light.

  “I think you better start from the beginning.”

  Chapter 6

  “So you’ve known the truth about us for over a year?” Beatrice nodded her head at Finn’s question, the third time he’d asked it. She had just told them the whole story of how she saw them in the woods that night. It had been hard, but the closeness she now felt for them was worth any amount of awkward moments. The look on Finn’s face told her he felt the same.

  “Love, come here.” Finn played back in the middle of the bed, hand outstretch to pull Beatrice closer to his body, ready for her again. Her center pulsed as she watched his long fingers stroke his thick cock, watching her, waiting for her. She took his hand, her heart melting even further as he brought it to his lips, laying a soft, sweetly chaste kiss on the back of her knuckles, before growling playfully, and pulling her off balance to land sprawled across his chest.

  A husky laugh escaped, quickly cut of as he kissed her, passionately, intensely, his tongue stroking hers aggressively and he moaned into her mouth when she bit his lower lip. He slowly pulled his mouth away as he guided her to straddle his hips, the tip of his erection slid against her welcoming wetness, making Finn clench his jaw
against the pleasure.

  This woman had him completely undone, the mere thought of shoving himself inside her tight sheath almost enough to make him come then and there. Finn glanced up, past the delicate slope of her shoulder and caught sight of Sebastian.

  “You are amazing.” Finn whispered to Bea, this time grabbing her hips to guide her as she sank slowly onto his length. The catch of her breath fell sweetly on his ears as she enveloped all of him in the tight, scorchingly hot grip of her pussy. He couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted at the feeling of her.

  “Hold still.” Finn rasped at her ear, pulling her forward onto his chest as he was still deep inside her. She felt the bed dip as Sebastian crawled towards them. Beatrice looked back at him, catching her breath at the look on his face. He had taken it worse than Finn when he had learned she knew his secret, but now his expression was one of joy, peace, and affection, and overriding all that was fierce desire.

  She knew it had been an incredibly long time for both men since they had been with someone who knew the truth about them, accepted them. There was a weight that had lifted off of both of them when they had realized she wouldn’t use the knowledge to hurt them. As if she would do anything to hurt these incredible men she realized she had come to care about so much.

  Sebastian’s hands on each hip brought her back to the moment. One hand slid down slowly, stopping as it found the small, puckered hole he was looking for.

  “Have you ever…?” He let the question trail off, but she knew what he was asking.

  “I’ve…practiced. Never with a guy, but with toys.” She couldn’t help the blush that spread under her skin at the confession about the toys, not feeling uncomfortable at the words, but remembering the fantasies that Finn and Sebastian both had starred in while using them.