locked on his and she found she couldn’t look away. Her eyes acknowledged his passion and pleasure in her body.
“Oh, yes,
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,
“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. “
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.
“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
something, and Orenda’s younger sister was what they both wanted-what they both needed. They’d waited years for the time to be right. Time was running out for them to form their own Triad and find the balance they needed. Their personal need for their mate was not alone. Their people needed her just as desperately. Achak was adamant their mate was what their people needed to flourish. She was needed now-with this moon-for all of them.
Chapter Two
Kneeling on the ground next to the fire pit, Onatah Littlebird helped herself to a bowl of the venison stew her mother had prepared earlier in the day while she’d been out attending the sick. The loss of the young girl was weighing heavily on her. It was at times like these she wondered why the Great Spirit had ever called upon her to use her meager healing gift when he was going to take the spirit of innocence despite all her attempts to keep it here.
“Daughter, how does Little Doe fair?”
Tipping her head down, she shook it sadly. When her mother’s hands touched her shoulders, she closed her eyes while she tried futilely to keep the tears at bay.
“Thou tried, Onatah. If the Great Spirit deemed it time for Little Doe to return home, it was her time.”
Nodding, she took deep breaths as her appetite deserted her. Handing her mother the bowl, she stood. “I’m going to go down by the river. Perhaps a walk will clear my thoughts.”
Her mother stood and chewed on her lip nervously. “Be careful, Onatah, the river has claimed many including your sister. At least take this with you.”
Accepting the corn cake from her mother, she tucked it into the pocket of her doeskin skirt before leaning down and grabbing her walking staff. She’d used it for both protection and comfort. Her father had made it for her.
“I shall be careful.”
Making her way away from the center of her village, she walked towards the river. The mighty St. Lawrence River was wide and fast flowing. She found the oddest comfort walking along its shores. She felt closer to her sister, even though her heart was saddened. Her people had lost a great seer when Orenda had fallen into the fast
