Triad

“Relax and let us pleasure you, ma puissance, before you decide against it.”

Ragtow’s voice gravelly with need, and she could see the desire beginning to overwhelm both of her men’s eyes.

“I…yes.” She couldn’t help but give into the need which was consuming all three of them.

Arching her hips towards Jack’s gentle fingers, her world exploded. Onatah was barely aware of the stinging pain as his fingers took her virginity. Ragtow’s mouth left her glistening nipples and pressed gentle kisses against her parted lips and.

“Shh. That’s the worst of it, Onatah. Thank you for trusting us. Never again will you feel that pain.”

She gripped his arms as she continued to move against Jack’s tongue and fingers. His continued sipping at her wet flesh forced her body towards another orgasm.

This is not what she’d agreed to when she’d said they could pleasure her. This pleasure was bordering on pain, but she needed something more. She felt so empty. “Please!”

Ragtow turned his head and stared down at Jack. His cousin’s mouth was sealed over the dark curls gracing their lover’s mound and his eyes were closed as he rocked her against his agile tongue. From the flush rushing up Onatah’s chest, Ragtow knew she was close to coming again. She was lost in the throes of passion and the gentle attention Jack was giving her obviously wasn’t enough. His little

puissance

needed a good hard fucking to put out the fire that was consuming all three of them.

“Jack, she’s going to lose it! We need to mate with her now!” His words came out thick and rough with his own need.

Opening his eyes, Jack groaned and finally lifted his mouth. Her juices clung to his lips, chin and lower cheeks. He looked as if he’d been trying to immerse himself.

Pressing his lips to her inner thigh, Jack gave it a final nibble before rolling onto his back.

Ragtow helped Onatah straddle his cousin. The moans ripping free of both Jack and Onatah assured him the time to consummate their union was upon them. As Onatah’s body slowly accepted the hard length of Jack’s need, Ragtow couldn’t help but be awed at the beauty of it. Licking his lips he reached for the special lubrication Jack had set on the stand. Turning he smeared a generous amount of it on his aching cock.

A loud groan coming from his cousin had Ragtow turning back to see Onatah rocking on Jack’s cock despite his cousin’s feeble attempts to hold her still.

Finally exasperated, the palm of Jack’s had landed with a thwack on Onatah’s hip. “Hold still, ma tranqilite, or I’m going to give you the ride you’re asking for before Ragtow joins us.” From the tone, Ragtow could tell Jack had reached his limits. The low wail which escaped Onatah had Jack snarling at Ragtow.

“Get your ass over here. She’s going up in flames. It has to be now.”

Onatah cried out as need to move was stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. The sting of Jack’s hand on her hip had done nothing to temper the hunger she felt. Buried deep inside of her, the only feeling she had was of being stretched. Jack had taken care of her virginity, now she was ready for more. Behind her she could hear the thud of a drawer shutting before the bed shifted as Ragtow moved closer to her. She gasped against Jack’s mouth when he pulled her down to kiss her. When something cool teased the entrance of her ass, she moaned. The slippery stuff seemed to ease the stretching.

“Relax for me, ma puissance. I’m making sure you’re ready to take me. No pain.”

His promise fell on deaf ears as she shrieked when two of his finger heavily lubricated eased inside. Within moments, she bucking back towards the fingers. Under her she could hear the low rumbles of pleasure which were escaping Jack’s throat. A low protest escaped her when Ragtow’s fingers slipped free of her. When they returned with more lubrication, she relaxed and opened completely for him. Within moments it felt as if he had three fingers buried in her. Her sheath rippled around Jack and he cursed.

“Enough, finish it!”

“Please,” she pleaded. She needed to have both of her men inside of her.

“And you said I was the one without patience.”

Onatah wasn’t sure whom Ragtow was talking to but at this point she didn’t care.

A shriek of pleasure tore from her as the damp head of Ragtow’s cock slipped past the ring of muscles guarding her bottom. It was his turn to groan as he worked his way deeper inside her.

All three froze when Ragtow finally slid his entire length inside of her.

“So full.” Her own voice was so hoarse from pleasure she didn’t even recognize it.

“Yes.” Jack pressed his head back into the pillows and thumbed her diamond hard nipples while Ragtow’s hands settled on her hips.

“Are you ready, Onatah?”

Gasping for breath, she nodded. The air left her lungs with a rush as the men began to rock her between them. Starting out gently they loved her until she was fighting their restraining hands in her efforts to find the peak of the pleasure she knew was just out of her reach.

“Shhh, wait…we’ll get there.” The voice was strained.

“Nay!” Reaching down between their bodies, her own fingers found her clit and pressed. The pleasure that had been hovering just out of reach was suddenly upon her.

She screamed and jerked as it swept over her like a tidal wave. She was barely aware of the hoarse curses coming from the men as their control shattered. She screamed again as the pleasure returned even deeper than before as Jack thrust up from under 284

her and Ragtow buried himself as deep as he could go. The warmth filled her as both men released deep inside her body. Sagging on Jack’s damp chest, she closed her eyes and savored the closeness of having both men pressed against her willing sated flesh.

The Night of the Waning Moon

Onatah stood on the edge of the water and stared. The last three days spent in the arms of her lovers had been more than she’d ever hoped for. She’d never thought to mate with any man let alone two. Now she was faced with a decision. Would she stay in the future with her lovers or would they go back with her? She knew there was no option of leaving them there in the future and going back alone. Every time she’d brought up the subject of returning alone, both men had loved her until she couldn’t think straight, all thoughts about leaving them lost in the heat of passion.

“It’s your choice, ma tranqilite.” Jack’s arms wrapped around her from behind. “I love you, Onatah and so does Ragtow. Whichever you choose, where ever you go, we will follow.”

Tears fell from her eyes as she saw a shimmer on the water. At the edges of it, she saw her mother standing alone. It was so tempting to go to her. The loneliness on her mother’s face was heart breaking. Her mates would protect both her mother and her from any danger in the past. She moved to go forward when her sister’s voice rang out.

“No!”

Looking up in surprise, Onatah stared at her sister.

“Orenda?”

Orenda stopped and a sad smile crossed her face. “Your place is here, sister.

Stay with your mates and fulfill your destiny. My time here is done, it’s time for me to return home.” She turned slowly and entered the water.

“Orenda Littlefire, where the hell do you think you’re going?” An angry man’s voice echoed over the water.

Looking over her shoulder at the man, Orenda laughed. “Home, you egotistical man. You’ll never have me again.”

“Like hell.” Out of the darkness a tall man with flowing blond hair charged after Orenda. With a squeal Orenda dove for the portal. The man followed her, obviously enthralled as much as he was enraged.