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Rookery Cove: Ocean’s Call Dawn Montgomery All rights reserved. Copyright ©2008 Dawn Montgomery Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ISBN: 978-1-59596-932-3 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Maryam Salim Cover Artist: Reneé George
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Rookery Cove: Ocean’s Call Dawn Montgomery What’s a sexual therapist to do when she finds herself bored with sex? An invitation to Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs may be just what the doctor ordered. No worries, no regrets, just relaxation in one of the most beautiful northern coves in the world. But when two delicious men come calling, can Nikita keep things from blazing out of control? For Connor, watching his mate spiral into darkness is tearing him apart. Nikita brings a breath of fresh air into their lives, reminding Connor of life and love. Now he just has to convince Draven to fall for the doctor…past or no past. As captain of Rookery Cove’s sole water travel vessel, Draven has it all. No worries, no regrets, no reason to face a history long dead, but it’s a half life. Every day puts him closer to the edge and his lover is at his wit’s end. Nikita’s arrival awakens a dark yearning deep within, one filled with shadows and memories he’d rather never face, but with her soft touch and sexy smile, he’s lost before he knows it. For the bisexual selkies, Nikita may be exactly what they need. When the three get together, the heat flaring among them sizzles the night, but when morning comes can it be enough to keep them together? Or will their personal demons tear them apart?
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Dedication To Emma. Darlin’, I couldn’t have done this one without you. Maryam, you are a saint.
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Chapter One Nikita shouldered the door open and stared at the dank confines of her apartment. Failure. How can you call yourself a sexual healer? Fraud. She crushed the article clipping in her fist, crumpling it up and trying not to scream. The bitch had been so nice in the interview. Polite, reserved, and openly interested. Like a damned teenager stuttering about a first kiss, she’d walked into every trap, every damned pitfall the woman threw at her. Nikita kicked her door shut and threw the crumpled ball across the room. She dropped her carry-on and sniffed at the thin layer of dust wafting from the entry table. What should she have told her? No I can’t tell you why everyone should buy my book since I haven’t had an orgasm in over two years. Why yes, that is odd, isn’t it? A sexual therapist who’s bored with sex. Anger warred with self-pity. Six months of warring with religious right-wing hypocrites. Six months of defending a woman’s right to be interested in sex without getting your book burned, thrown at you, or getting spit on was a helluva lot harder than anything she’d ever experienced. Her home phone’s message light blinked a disheartening green. Anxiety twisted her stomach into knots and she cursed quietly. “Why didn’t I get a cell phone?” No waiting till you got home to get messages, just take the calls immediately. No anxiety over who called to bitch her out. Getting bitched out quicker would be preferable to stressing over messages. She pressed the button and went into the small kitchen to get a drink of water. Her voicemail system came on. She tugged on the worry stone she’d had strung as a necklace. The smooth outside felt comforting against her fingers. “You have thirty-five voicemail messages. Message one…” Nikita rolled her eyes and opened the cabinet doors, looking for a clean, semi-dust-free glass. Thirty-five messages? I wonder what my email inbox looks like. A nasal hello echoed through the dingy living room. “Nikita, darling, we have to talk. Your book has released and it’s not doing as well as we’d like.” Angie, her publicist. Nikita felt anxiety clench her stomach again. Why had she let the nutcase talk her into the book tour anyway? The phone rang and Nikita raced back to the living room and hit stop on her messages. She jerked the receiver off the wall and answered before looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” “Nikita, it’s Phillip.” She’d know his voice anywhere. Dark, enticing. The man could make most women turn into puddles of goo. Hell, she’d watched him turn arrogant businessmen into quivering nerves. The man was a wonder. Her eyes narrowed. What did he want? “Hi, Phillip. It’s been a while.” “Too long.” He hesitated. “You’ve become very popular.” Nikita bit back a laugh. “Don’t you mean un-popular?” “Yes well, it’s interesting what some people will do to advance their careers.” Nikita winced, knowing in her head he wasn’t referring to her. Her heart, on the other hand, ached with guilt. “How’s Rookery Cove? Still keeping an eye out for -- what did you call it?” She paused and grinned. “Oh yes, talent.” customize
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“The company practically runs itself.” Nikita laughed. “Riiiight.” He hesitated for a moment. “You know, my offer still stands.” Nikita leaned against the wall and sighed. “I don’t think I’m what your company needs right now, Phillip.” “You’re exactly what we need right now. I won’t take no for an answer. At least hear me out. When was the last time you took a vacation?” “I don’t think a vacation is what you had in mind.” Nikita slipped off her pumps and wiggled her aching stocking-covered toes in the plush carpet. “I’m not going to ask how you knew I was here.” “That’s probably wise.” She heard the smile in his voice. An answering smile lifted her lips. Could she go to Rookery Cove? Work for Phillip? She thought about the thirty-some-odd messages waiting, the whining of her publicist, and any number of odd characters wanting to get to know the “Sex Doctor.” Exhaustion tugged at her soul, and she realized another round of defending herself wasn’t possible. She was already weary. A short vacation would be nice. “Okay, I’m in. When will the jet be here?” She’d need to make some arrangements. In a week she’d be ready to go. He laughed. “No jet, sweet. How long has it been since you saw the ocean?” Nikita blinked. “Years, Phillip.” Joy sprung up in her heart and she grinned. Her book tour had left her too exhausted to see the ocean in California and Florida. She would be able to walk on the beach. Rocky cliffs, mountains, early morning mist. “Great. I’ve made arrangements for you to fly out to Baltimore. There will be a boat waiting to bring you here.” Her head spun. “When did you make these arrangements?” “The moment I heard the pain in your voice, Nikita.” His voice was gentle. “The plane leaves in three hours. See you in a day or two.” Nikita rolled her eyes. Pain in her voice? Ha. He had an angle. He always did. She hung up the phone and glared at her baggage. “At least I’m packed.”
*** Nikita inhaled the salty tang of the ocean with a smile. The wind swept through her loosely-bound knot. It had been too long since she’d let the waves carry away her tension. She adjusted the straps of her carry-on, moving them to a new position on her shoulder. Years. Why had she waited so long to return to the ocean? She adjusted the strap again and winced at a burn in the muscle. Her neck was killing her. She surveyed the Anamchara with a critical eye. The boat looked seaworthy. Nikita walked down the pier with the soft clicks of her three inch heels almost hidden by the soft swish of calm waves lapping at the boat. She trusted Phillip to make sure she made it to the island in one piece. Trusting him not to have an ulterior motive, on the other hand, would be ridiculous. The man was all business. So what does he want with me? She let her gaze wander to the horizon. Nothing but water for miles. No stress, no bullshit. Her lips lifted in a half grin. No having to smile through gritted teeth. A silhouette emerged from within, drawing her gaze back to the boat. Nikita gave a low appreciative whistle. No hat, no marked uniform, but a body built for running lines and sailing boats. No, she corrected. A body built by running lines and sailing boats. Broad chest, deliciously long, dark hair pulled back from his face and a physique to stimulate her moonlight fantasies. He even had a light bit of scruff on his face. Pirates had always been a fictional favorite. Nikita laughed at herself and adjusted the strap again. Torturing herself wasn’t going to make this trip easier. customize
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He turned and stared at her, the shadow cast by the evening sun hiding his eyes from her gaze. “Can I help you?” The sweetest lilt of an accent came from behind her. She slowly turned at the sexy voice and wondered if she’d fallen into some fantastical dream. Short auburn hair framed an angular face. Smooth, hairless skin caught the sun, showing off a spray of freckles across his nose. On anyone else, they would have looked boyish, but it enhanced his appeal. His creamy skin peeked from under a buttoned down shirt and her inner sex kitten purred in appreciation. He’d never be called handsome. Striking would be a better word. She inclined her head toward him. “That depends on who you are.” His full lips lifted in a playful smile. Nikita’s breath caught in the back of her throat. She nixed her original impression. With a smile like that he could melt ice. His grin widened. “You must be the doctor we’re supposed to pick up.” Nikita blinked. Was that a compliment or an insult? “What makes you say that?” “The cautious response. Phillip said you’d be needin’ a bit of relaxation.” That wicked smile spread over his lips, and Nikita couldn’t stop her answering grin. “Can I take that?” He held his hand out for her shoulder bag. Nikita handed it over with a shrug of apology for the weight. He gestured for her to go first and she brushed her hands against her jeans, wishing she still had something to keep her hands busy. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen a sexy man, Nikita. Snap out of it. “You’ll be quartered belowdecks.” He gestured toward the cabin’s doorway. It led down into the dark maw of the boat. “I’ll be belowdecks?” She couldn’t hide the twinge of disappointment. Her hungry gaze took in the ocean and she sighed. “I won’t get in your way. Please. At least let me enjoy the ocean as we leave port.” She winced at the way she almost begged and expected him to laugh. “How long has it been since you tasted the ocean and played in her waves?” His soft question drew her attention back to his face. A wistful and sad expression touched it before being swept away with another endearing smile. “Too long.” Nikita’s voice thickened with emotion and she turned back to the ocean. “Well, then, come along. We’ll get you settled in so you can enjoy the ocean’s call.” He held his arm out in a gesture for her to precede him. Below in her cabin, the musty smell of wood overshadowed the salt of the air. A soft glow emanated from a lamp over a rather large bed. She grinned at the sight of blankets tucked in tight as a board. Flashes of memory from her childhood and boating brought a tiny bit of hope boiling to the surface. Maybe she’d be okay, after all. His voice drew her attention from the brief introduction to the cabin. “I should warn you, there’s a bad storm coming. I hope you have nothing breakable.” “A bad storm? Should we be leaving then?” “This baby can survive anything. She’s a real beaut.” He caressed her rig and Nikita felt a tug of appreciation. He put her bag down on the bed and opened the side table. “One other thing.” Nikita narrowed her eyes at the man, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. He turned and held up an eye mask. “I’ll have to blindfold you.” customize
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Chapter Two Nikita glared at the redhead. “Blindfold me? I don’t think so.” Bastard. He probably read her books and thought she’d jump in the sack with him. Give fodder to the trash rags? Hell no. “Do you get seasick?” His expression gave nothing away. “No.” What a weird question. She thought about it. Well maybe it wasn’t weird, not for a boat’s Captain or mate. “Then what’s the problem?” His move forward pushed her back a step. A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips. “No one goes to the island without the blindfold.” Nikita’s cheeks flamed in sudden comprehension. Phillip and his paranoia. Hell, she’d become just as paranoid. “Oh, but I don’t even know your name.” “Connor.” He stepped closer and held up the blindfold while making a gesture telling her to turn around. Nikita hesitated. “The Captain’s name is Draven.” “Captain? The man with the long black hair?” “Ah yes, his only vanity. Stern faced and glaring?” Nikita grinned and nodded. “He’s self-conscious about the silver streaks in his hair.” “I think they make him look distinguished.” Connor laughed. “I agree.” “Is he always so grim-faced?” The redhead gave a sigh of long suffering. “That would be him.” He gestured with the blindfold. “I would normally secure you in the cabin, but Phillip told us you’d break free to roam regardless. He takes his security very seriously Ms. Nikita.” Out the portholes, lightning raced across the sky. She took a deep breath. “It’s not like I can tell where we’re going. It’s off Nova Scotia for Chrissake.” His eyes darkened to an impossible sheen and an enigmatic smile touched his sun-kissed lips. Nikita could feel lust uncoil. He was probably playing a game --pretending to be mysterious -- and the sane part of her mind screamed warning sirens. She shoved it away. Hell, how long had it been since a man had played anything with her? “It’s dangerous out on the deck with a blindfold, and you know it.” “I did try and dissuade you from walking above.” He took another step toward her, holding the blindfold in his fist. Was it the blindfold -- or him -- that had her heart pounding? Caught in his stare, she couldn’t look away. Nikita let the tip of her tongue wet her lips. His gaze dropped from hers, following the small movement. The clench of his jaw and slight flex of his muscles caught her attention. This was familiar territory. Primal. Heat. No emotion. She could handle no emotion. Thunder broke overhead and Nikita shivered. The air in the cabin pressed against her, threatening to smother them both. customize
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A bellow from above in a language she didn’t understand jerked her attention to the door. Connor cursed ruggedly in the same flowing language. The doorway filled with the darkness of the black-haired Adonis. He jumped lightly down the steps, belying his supposed bulk. “Doctor.” He tilted his head, letting his gaze travel down her body. Heat tingled in the wake of his perusal. Damn, he was something else. Connor spoke and the Captain jerked his attention to the redhead. “We have to go now or the storm will be gone.” His eyes shone with an intensity, an inner fire that warmed and chilled her at the same time. “Wait a minute. You want to race the storm?” He grinned. “We can come back for you tomorrow, doctor, if that would be more pleasing to you.” He gave her a mock bow. Nikita planted her fists on her hips and glared at him. “I have no fear of the storm, Captain.” His wicked grin twisted her gut in a sudden batch of nerves. “We’ll see, doctor. Connor, I need you.” “Aye.” Connor gave Nikita a wink. “I’ll see to that tour later, love.” Nikita crossed her arms. The door slid shut behind their exit, and she shook her head. Why wouldn’t he let her walk the deck? Seriously. It’s not like she’d give away the secrets of the infamous Rookery Cove. At least he’d gotten distracted before he tried to blindfold her again. She shed her clothes in a pile on the planked floor, daring one of the men to open the door. She’d just slipped on her comfy jeans when the first wave crashed against the side. A sliver of fear touched her. She glanced at the door and lifted her chin. What the hell would they do anyway? Throw her overboard?
*** Draven eyed the storm with a tiny bit of trepidation. Not enough to make him regret the run, but enough to make him second guess having a passenger on board. Why had the boss called them to port? Phillip knew they ran the storms. At least they had left port with little trouble. His mind strayed to the passenger and he couldn’t help but give an appreciative grin. The woman was tiny in height but packed a hellion’s fire in her heart if his sight was anything to go by. He grimaced. She’d be hellfire in bed, but he had no intention of letting it go that far. Her green eyes reminded him of another. Dark pain and ice twisted his split selkie heart. His fist clenched over the burn on his chest where the last trust he’d held for the fairer sex had been singed from his body with the ash of his pelt. She’d burned it, refusing to let him go, and cursed him to remain in a human shell. A half life. Never again a selkie. He glared at the cabin door. Waves crashed against the side, and he inhaled the rich ocean winds of the coming storm. It was going to be a good one. He jumped the rail and took the helm. Connor followed close behind, stripping out of his clothes as he went. “This is a lot stronger than we’d anticipated.” Connor jerked his pants off with efficient movements. Draven watched as he struggled to get the last leg off and crumpled up his pants, shoving them in a hold. “We can still turn back.” Logical though it sounded, Draven needed to follow the ocean’s call. He had to see this through to the end. “We’ll be fine.” Connor’s easy grin held an edge Draven hadn’t seen in a while. He narrowed his eyes at the redhead. “What is it?” “Can we keep her?” Draven laughed. “Already? We don’t know why she’s here.” “Like it matters.” Connor’s gaze lingered on the cabin door and Draven chuckled. “She looks good enough to nibble on, but we’ve got a storm to meet.” Draven shoved all thoughts of the lady out of his mind and customize
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focused on the storm front moving in. Connor grinned and let the last rays of the sun wash over his upturned face. “Think she’ll mind the ride?” They loved the rush of a hard storm. “If she does, then she’s not meant to play with us.” Connor laughed and shook his head. “You and your superstitions.” The redhead stretched, showing his lean torso to full advantage. From the lowered eyelashes and wicked grin, there was little doubt in Draven’s mind; Connor was begging for an ass pounding, and soon. A wave crashed against the side of the boat, jerking Draven’s attention back to the whopper heading their way. The storm whipped up quicker than he’d anticipated. Draven narrowed his eyes at the horizon, altering course to avoid the more dangerous currents. Connor cursed fluently in their selkie speak, the language of their people. “Do you have to keep pushing? One of these times you’ll push too hard and she’ll kill your ass.” Draven glanced toward Connor, noticing how stark his freckles looked against his pale skin. He really was worried. Draven braced his feet on the deck, adjusting their heading to avoid a massive swell. “You’d better get out there or your curse may come true.” “I didn’t curse you.” Connor threw his hands up in irritation, then brought them down to slap the palms against his bare thighs with a loud smack. Draven grabbed the shorter man’s shoulder, dragging him to his side. The heat of Connor’s thick cock against his thigh made his balls tighten. He gave Connor a hard and thorough kiss, then pushed him away. “It’s too late to turn back.” Connor’s glare burned Draven’s skin. He could hear the buzz of the other’s thoughts and he growled, rage building in his heart. “I can’t hear your thoughts anymore. I’m too human.” He spat the words and turned his attention back to the hard fury of the storm. The bruised sky opened up, dumping frigid water on his deck. “Don’t get dead,” Connor bellowed over the din. Draven didn’t look at his mate, but could feel the ripple of his shift. The selkie made one harsh bark. Draven looked toward the rail, but Connor’s selkie form had already launched overboard. Pain squeezed his heart. Why do you stay with me? Lightning crashed, and the thunder pierced the night immediately on its heels. A flash of silver caught his eye and Draven corrected their heading, following his lover through the currents and into safety. He jerked his head, flinging water out of his eyes. Another wave nailed the bow, crashing over the deck. The doctor must be really hating life by now. His heart went out to her in sympathy but then another wave crashed against the side and he lost sight of the selkie. The storm beat against his boat, and soon the only thoughts on his mind were ones of survival.
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Chapter Three The voices of the two men drifted down to her ears and she nibbled on her lip. She needed to taste the sea, feel the breeze. With a steadying breath, she touched the door handle. A sane woman would stay inside, but she couldn’t help it. She needed to see. The boat rocked hard, and she stumbled. “Whoa, must not have my sea legs yet.” Nikita gave a half laugh. She finished getting dressed quickly, thankful she thought to bring her sneakers. Another hit, and her stuff went flying off the bed. She scrambled to get the bags, barely keeping her balance in the process. The harsh sound of heavy rain beat against the cabin. She stowed her luggage away in the locker bolted to the bed. The boat rocked hard and Nikita threw up her hands. “I can’t do this. I need to know what the hell’s going on!” The hell with Phillip and his bullshit. Maybe she should have taken them up on leaving her behind for the night. She wobbled to the door, pushed on the handle, and felt its release. Her heart slammed in her chest, and she inhaled slowly, nervous. The wind off the ocean ripped through the cabin, salt spray covering her face. Lightning illuminated the night and thunder crashed immediately after. Nikita jerked at the noise. A half laugh escaped her at the ridiculousness of her reaction. “It’s just a storm.” She stumbled against the rail and clenched it like a lifeline, stretching out to close the cabin door. Movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. The wall of water rising against them made her blood run to ice. She wrapped her legs around the pole and interlocked her arms in the rails. The water crashed over the deck, slamming against her jeans, soaking them in an instant. Rain made quick work of plastering her T-shirt to her skin. Why hadn’t she thought to pack a poncho? She pulled her way up the rail, hand over hand, slowly making her way over the slick deck. Her shoes didn’t have enough traction to keep her from slipping. “What the hell are you doing on deck?” Draven bellowed over the storm. Nikita squinted toward him. The helm had no protection from the storm. Why? Did he fancy himself some kind of pirate? The storm raged around him, tearing at his clothes. Despite her squinting, water still dripped into the corner of her eyes and by the burn, it had to be salt water. “Trying to find out if you’re going to get me killed!” His laugh was harsh. She was only a couple feet away from him, but it might as well have been a mile for all the good it would do her. It’s not like he could help her to his side. His jet black hair clung to his face in small tendrils with the mass of it falling down his back. The tension in his broad body was palpable, the expression one of worry. Nikita swallowed over the lump of fear forming in her throat. She breathed slowly, trying to keep her sanity. Another wave slammed against the boat and soaked her to the skin. The frigid water stole her breath and she shivered. Nikita’s arms tightened around the rails in a death grip. “Why aren’t you wearing a life vest?” She flung her hair out of her eyes and glared at the captain. “Because you didn’t give me one!” Draven cursed and corrected their course. The rig responded with ease but Nikita saw what he was avoiding. Another round of waves hit and she cried out, tossing her wet hair out of her eyes. She’d gone out to sea dozens of times on everything from a small barge to a cruise ship, but not once had she ever been in this kind of squall. customize
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She pulled her way to the helm, hands shaking with a death grip on the rails, stopping at each thunder clap and wave wash. The captain was crazy. There was no doubt in her mind. She knew one other thing. There was no way in hell she was going back inside that cabin until the storm was over. “There’s a vest here in front of me. I can’t get it to you!” His rough cry gave her some measure of relief. At least he had a vest. She wasn’t in danger of going overboard, not yet. But if this storm kept up its fight she would be. Before she knew it she was at his side. “It’s to your right, in the secured bin.” Numb fingertips fumbled with the twist lock and it slid open, revealing several vests, a flare gun, a first aid kit, and some ponchos. With shaking hands she grabbed the life vest. When the buckles gave her trouble, the captain grabbed her shirt and tugged her to his side. He twisted her so she had her back to the bow. The warmth of his hand on her arm was welcome. How he could have so much body heat against this kind of frigid water was beyond her. He made quick work of buckling her vest. His hand touched her face and he cursed. “Put your hands against my skin. Dammit, why the hell didn’t you go back to the cabin?” Nikita’s temper flared to life. “What, so I could get knocked all around inside? No thank you. I’d rather see what’s coming at me.” The captain’s sensual lips lifted in a half smile. It could be her imagination, but maybe an expression of admiration crossed his face. His gaze scanned the water. His face tightened and paled. In what felt like slow motion, Nikita turned to stare out over the bow. A wave came at them, rising over the bow. She had a moment to scream before it hit, landing on the deck and slamming into them at her chest level. The water hit like a brick wall, knocking her against the captain. His arms caught her, trapping her between his hard strength and the beating of the ocean. A roar of fury erupted from the captain. She could feel the rumble in his chest against her cheek. How he stood his ground against that kind of abuse, she didn’t know, but damn she was fucking grateful for it. It took a moment for her to realize the water was no longer pushing her against the captain. She shivered uncontrollably. “C-captain, I-I th-think,” she stuttered through her chattering teeth. “Draven. My name’s Draven, and hush.” She blinked in surprise and glanced up at his still profile. Hush? That was an unusually gentle word. He pulled her close against his body, and the warmth seeped through their soaked clothes. As he steered the boat she realized his arms could move freely without her being in the way. That had to make him over six feet. A flash of silver caught her eye to their left. Her mind scrambled for the nautical term. There was this old thing her grandfather taught her; what was it? Something about letters. Ah the hell with it! She squinted against the gloomy evening. The sun still peeked through, but it was dying. There is was again! A flash of silver. “What’s that?” Draven shifted and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her face. “What?” “Nothing, I guess. I just thought I saw something.” Draven inhaled a sharp breath. “Where?” His question was full of an intensity that took her by surprise. Her cheeks heated. “It was probably my imagination, but I saw something over there.” She pointed to the area she’d seen the thing, wondering why it was a big deal. Draven stared at the water like a man dying of thirst. Connor had to be there. If something happened to him… Draven’s throat clenched in a pain so raw it threatened to tear him apart. He couldn’t lose him. Not now. customize
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clenched in a pain so raw it threatened to tear him apart. He couldn’t lose him. Not now. Nikita pointed out to the sea, and he adjusted the heading just in case. That last wave had torn his vision from the selkie’s pelt. Draven’s heart clenched in hope. He had to be there. The thought of losing Connor tore him apart. Waves crashed against the side and the rain still slammed against them, but he flung water out of eyes and strained to see the selkie. The lost light didn’t mean anything to him. A flash of silver caught his eye and he prayed to the gods in thanks for leaving him with his night vision. The low light would have hindered anyone else. The selkie flipped a bit out of the water and Draven laughed with relief. He grabbed the doctor and lifted her for a hard kiss on her lips, never taking his eyes off the blessed sight of his selkie lover. He expected resistance, maybe even a slap, but when her lips opened under his, softening, his body responded instantly. Her flavor was intense and refreshing. It would be easy to lose himself in her taste. Draven set her down and turned his attention back to the race through the waves. He didn’t have long before the storm tore them apart again. “We’ll revisit this later, doctor, when things aren’t quite as intense.” She touched him again, leaning against his body for warmth. He could feel the frigid chill through their clothes. “Call me Nikita.” “Nikita.” He rolled the name around on his tongue. It definitely fit her. “How do you know where you’re going? You don’t have a compass, or stars, or even a GPS system that I can see.” The slight stutter in her words told him she was still freezing. “I use a much older method than any of those. Why don’t you try to make your way back to the cabin? Things are about to get a lot smoother.” She shivered against him. “I’m fine.” “You’re stubborn. Go get something warmer on and come back if you have to.” He watched her make her way back to the cabin, torn between wanting her company and needing her to stay safe belowdecks.
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Chapter Four Nikita couldn’t stop the trembling in her body on the way back to the cabin. She stumbled down the stairs and didn’t bother to turn on the light. With questing hands she reached the locker, opened it, and felt around for a sweatshirt and her yoga pants. Not that she ever went to yoga. She grinned and the chatter from her teeth grew louder. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d actually attended the classes. Not that she was actually able to perform most of the moves. Too many times she’d lost feeling in one area of her body or another from the meditative stances. The T-shirt peeled off her skin, stealing the last of Draven’s warmth from her. She dropped it on the back of a chair and toed off her shoes. Her socks were next and she wiggled her toes against the floor, stretching her feet. They ached from the constant cold, wet abuse. Her jeans were going to be a problem. She could feel them already stiffening from contact with the salt water. Her fingers fumbled with the button fly, cursing the cold seeping through her hands. When she shoved the pants down her legs she groaned in relief. The chaffing from the rough denim had left raw patches on her thighs. She kicked the jeans off, and left them on the floor. They’d be impossible to wear again until she washed them. Her panties and bra followed. She draped them over the other chair and pulled on the warm clothes, shivering. The bed’s covers had appeared warm. Curling up for a minute or two wouldn’t be a problem. “Maybe I’ll stop this damned shivering.” She yanked back the covers from the tucked-in corners and slipped between the sheets. The warmth enveloped her almost immediately. The boat’s rocking evened out and she sighed in relief. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the strain of the night dissipated, leaving her bone weary and exhausted. I’ll lay here for just a minute.
*** Draven could see the split in the sky where the moon sliced through the clouds. They were through the worst of it. The rain turned to a soft sprinkle, a caress like an apology for the earlier rage. He knew the ocean like the bitter lover she could be. And as much as he romanticized it to Connor, he truly believed his fate was tied to her decisions. Today she’d left him alive, but only with the doctor’s help. He’d think about that later. His tension ebbed, slowly draining from his shoulders and leaving them an aching mass of muscles. It never ceased to amaze him what the human body was capable of. If his muscles had ached before, he would have shifted to selkie form and back, leaving his body good as new. Now he had to work through the pain and grit his teeth at the irrational way his body reacted to everything. Draven didn’t have to look toward the netting to know that Connor was climbing up. He always knew when the redhead was human. Connor rolled over the side, landing in a heap on the deck. Water dripped from his naked body. Draven was thankful Nikita hadn’t returned. Connor’s nakedness would be difficult to explain. He locked the helm to their current heading and jumped over the rail, careful to keep his footing on the slippery deck. Connor drew in breath after breath, gasping against the wood. Draven hurried to his side and lifted him up to his knees. He let Connor catch his breath before examining him with a critical eye. Connor’s body trembled in what appeared to be exhaustion. He held none of the lively characteristics after a shift. No color touched his cheeks, his skin was chilled to the touch and his breath labored. The selkie’s pale skin customize
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shone like a beacon under the moon’s watchful eye. Connor’s freckles stood out in stark relief and Draven brushed his bangs from his forehead in concern. Draven placed his hand on his mate’s shoulder. Connor opened his silver eyes and gave a half smile. “I think I’d like to take a break from running the storms this year.” Draven froze in mid stroke. “What did you have in mind?” His stomach twisted. Connor was going to leave. “You and me, walking the beach, getting to know a certain woman while she’s at the island. Lots of kinky sex. Like old times.” Connor’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile widened. Draven tightened his hold on the other’s shoulder and pulled him in. His lips touched the selkie’s with enough heat to leave them both shaking. Connor opened up to his assault, instinctively wrapping his tongue around Draven’s in surrender. Draven moaned into his mouth, needing the salty tang of Connor’s skin after his shift. The flavor of a selkie was unique, like a drug to his tortured soul. Draven’s hand slipped through Connor’s fiery red hair, clenching it in his fist and jerking the other’s head to the side. His lips nibbled and tasted down Connor’s throat, absorbing the essence of the selkie’s shift, licking the magic off his skin. Connor moaned in acquiescence, his palm pressing against Draven’s cock through the rough material of his saltwater-soaked pants. Draven’s cock thickened under the selkie’s touch. He bit Connor on the shoulder. His cry of lust brought a smile to Draven’s lips. Connor’s hands tore at Draven’s pants, tearing them open. When Connor’s hands wrapped around his cock, Draven groaned. His breath came in rugged gasps. It was always wild like this after a run. Connor ran a thumb over Draven’s cockhead, smoothing precum over the sensitive skin. Draven let his forehead rest against the other’s shoulder. Connor’s calloused fingers traced the ridge of his cock, giving just enough pressure to tease. Draven closed his eyes at the torment. The selkie was playing with fire. Connor shoved hard against Draven’s chest, knocking him against the bulwark. Connor glared through narrowed eyes. Draven could see the fury warring with lust. Connor wanted to beat the hell out of him. Hell, he could understand it. He could have killed them both. At that moment, Connor opened his lips and took the head of Draven’s cock in his mouth and all thought scattered to the winds. Draven felt the selkie’s hot mouth envelop him. The heat of his breath and the rasp of his tongue against Draven’s skin was like heaven. Fire shot down Draven’s spine and his balls tightened. Fuck, at this rate, he wouldn’t last long. “Come here.” Connor gave him a growl low in his throat. The rumble against Draven’s cock dragged a moan out of his throat. “Dammit, I’m not going to last long.” Connor fisted the base of Draven’s cock in response, stroking in time with his suction. Connor’s tongue lathed Draven’s slit and he shook. Connor kept a steady pressure against his lover’s cock. Draven let his head fall back against the bulwark and stared at the night sky. He ran a hand through the redhead’s short hair, tugging him to just the right angle. The selkie moved just so and Draven growled. The fire spread to his cock; he thrust his hips against Connor’s sweet mouth, unable to keep himself in check. Connor was merciless, his mouth pulling, teeth lightly scraping, and his hand riding him. Draven was mindless, moaning and pumping against Connor’s touch. The fire tightened his balls to rocks and he lost it, coming with a hoarse cry. Connor swallowed every drop. Draven came so hard his body was left shaking. Connor climbed up his body and wrapped his arms around Draven’s torso, pulling him close. Draven wrapped his arms around Connor, holding him against his chest. Movement caught Draven’s eye and he glanced toward the cabin. The doctor stood covered by shadows with the night wind caressing her hair. Stark lust lit her face, making her breathtaking. He could imagine the way they looked in the moonlight, Connor’s fully naked ass bared for her to see, him half naked with his cock bared to the night sky. How customize
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way they looked in the moonlight, Connor’s fully naked ass bared for her to see, him half naked with his cock bared to the night sky. How long had she stood there, watching? He smiled at her and brushed his fingers through Connor’s hair. She didn’t know he could see in the dark. Connor stirred and Draven touched his mate’s face. “You had a rough night; let’s get you comfortable. Maybe we can do something about that delicious cock of yours.” Connor gave a husky laugh. “I couldn’t do anything tonight if I wanted to. The storm…” He let the statement trail off before pushing away and rocking back on his heels. “We need to get the doctor safely to shore soon. After tonight she might not want to have anything at all to do with us.” Draven smiled and rose to his feet, ignoring the shaking in his knees. He looked down at Connor and raised an eyebrow. “You might be surprised.” Connor scoffed and held up a hand. Draven grasped his forearm hauling him up. “We’ll see.” Draven glanced toward the now closed cabin door. Yes, they would.
*** Nikita leaned back against the door. Her breath came in soft gasps. The sight of Connor going down on Draven had been one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. She’d woken up after a bit with every intention of keeping the captain company. Especially after that kiss. Her lips lifted in a wicked smile. Connor seemed to be up to the task. She wondered why it didn’t bother her that Draven, who was obviously involved, had kissed her. Maybe it was nice to not have to be the complete focus of a man’s attention. Spread the wealth. Nikita shivered at that delicious thought. She ran a hand down her side. It would be wonderful, watching. The past few years, her relationships had left her cold. Expectations from her lovers ranged from a frigid she-bitch to lusty nymphomaniac. When she’d turned out to be, well, normal, the fires had chilled considerably. How many times had she dreaded looking at the tabloids with her stomach clenched in terror over ending up in a juicy expose from one of them? From these two men, she had nothing to fear. They likely had never read her books, so there wouldn’t be any expectations. Besides, if the captain wanted to notch his belt, he’d have to play with her some. Her fingers brushed against the soft swell of her breasts, while her mind replayed the erotic scene. The redhead had a nice tight ass. The kind she wanted to rake her fingernails against. In the moonlight with Draven’s head tossed back and his midnight hair dripping around him, he looked like a sea god. She pressed a hand against her fevered cheek and took a deep breath. Her pussy tingled and ached for the first time in months. It was a bitter secret. Doctor Nikita Mathews was bored with sex. She closed her eyes but the image of the two lovers had burned itself in her mind. Draven’s loss of control, Connor’s soothing touches after. Boredom had nothing to do with it. Maybe she was a closet voyeur. Her nipples grew sensitive and tight. A warm heat unfurled slowly, licking at her pussy with little brushes of electricity. Like waking from a catnap. Nikita grinned in relief and let her head fall back against the boards. She pushed off the door and crawled in bed, slipping her fingers inside her pants, brushing the reawakened sensitivity in her clit. Her pussy lips spread and she caressed them, dragging a moan from the back of her throat. She let her mind go over the way Connor had forced Draven to do his bidding, knocking him off balance. Nikita caressed her stomach with her other hand, letting the fingertips raise her sweatshirt to tease soft skin. The lust licked a little hotter, wicking through her body like a spark of fire. She caressed her slit, the moisture there welcome and warm. Nikita sighed and stroked her clit, reveling in the first tingles of lust after so long. What if it doesn’t come back? Nikita couldn’t stop customize
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the worrisome thoughts. Damn it all. She sighed in frustration and rolled over, dragging the pillow against her, doubting if she’d ever fall asleep again.
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Chapter Five Nikita glared at the morning sun with all the contempt she could muster in her exhaustion. Which was very little. Connor’s knock had irritated the shit out of her since she’d finally fallen asleep late into the night. Her mind had conjured up all kinds of heated scenarios and her body had wound up in lust only to have her mind shut it back down again. It was starting to piss her off. When she opened the door to his chipper smile and sexy as hell pose against the door frame, she didn’t know if she wanted to punch him or kiss him. She almost growled at the irrepressible redhead but sighed instead. It’s not like he knew how the sight of his ass in the air while sucking down Draven had turned her on. She held up a hand when he opened his mouth. “I’m a bear without caffeine.” His grin widened. “We’ll leave your bags here.” He held out a slip of paper. Nikita took it and squinted at the scrawled letters. “It’s directions to your cabin. Your bags will already be there when you get back. The larders should be stocked with your preferred basics but if you need anything, just let one of us know.” “Phillip’s orders?” Connor shook his head in the negative and bent at the waist. He gestured toward the dock. “Let’s not keep the big man waiting.” Nikita sighed. “I would kill for a good cup of coffee.” She stretched and walked out onto the deck. “Draven makes a mean cup o’ Joe.” “Where is the captain, by the way?” She hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in her voice. “Reporting to Manx, the head of security. We do that every time we come into port.” He walked down the ramp onto the dock. “Ahh.” Nikita tried to bite back on her disappointment. He laughed and they made their way across the rocky shore. Nikita scanned the area, taking in the magnificence of the island. She didn’t know why, but for some reason she’d assumed the island would be smaller. “Can I ask you a few questions?” Connor’s tentative smile surprised her. He was shy? “Only if I can ask a few in return.” He nodded. “Done. First question.” He held out his hand and she hesitated for a second before placing it in his. His fingers interlocked with hers and they continued walking. “What exactly are you a doctor of?” Nikita laughed. “Relationships, believe it or not. I have a doctorate in psychology with a focus in behavioral analysis.” “Sounds impressive. What kind of analysis?” “Sexual therapy.” “You’re a sex doctor?” There was that irrepressible grin again. Nikita shrugged. “It was a lot of school to tell me what I’d always known.” “What’s that?” She could feel his steady gaze on her face. It was disconcerting. “No matter how much you learn, there are some things that don’t fit into neat little analytical boxes.” She held up her hands in a pantomime of a square. “Logic doesn’t always make sense.” She jumped off the path and hauled her way up the rocky ledge lining the way. Connor’s gasp of surprise brought a smile to her face. She scrambled up and over the edge. “And I hate being asked what kind of customize
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surgeon I am,” she huffed. Without ceremony, she plopped down at the top and stared at the Anamchera moored in the cove. Connor hauled his lithe body over the ledge with an ease she coveted. “I’m glad I didn’t ask that question.” “No, but you thought it.” Connor shrugged a shoulder. “Doctors come here all the time. Chemists, very influential men and women, Hollywood starlets, you name it.” He fell back against the rock with his hands behind his head, staring at the sky. “Your education was important to you. It’s something they can’t take away, right?” He rolled his head toward her. “True.” She didn’t know how she felt about his statement. Filing it away for later, she wanted to change the subject, and hoped that Connor would be interested in talking to her about his personal life with a certain captain who kissed like a dream. Nikita leaned back, letting her elbows support her weight against the rock. She crossed her ankles and inhaled the fresh scents of the cove. “You owe me three questions.” Connor chuckled. “Okay.” “What’s important to you?” Connor was quiet so long she turned her head in his direction. “The ocean. Draven. Sex.” He counted them off one by one. Her heart thumped in response, kicking against her chest. “Interesting.” She drew the word out in a slow purr. “In that order?” “Sometimes all together.” Nikita laughed and tried not to growl in frustration. “You’re not being completely honest with me.” Connor sat up and smiled. A tuft of red hair fell across his eyes and he jerked his head to move it. “You ask hard questions. I don’t give my loyalty easily, and the ocean is my first love.” “You’re unusually open about your personal feelings.” “You assume I fit a male mold.” He clucked his tongue. “For shame, doctor. I’m not like any man you’ve ever met.” She laughed. “I’ve heard that before.” He grinned and rose, holding out a hand for her. She grasped his forearm and he pulled her up. His lips brushed her ear and he whispered, “You have one more question. If you ever want to find out, doctor” -- his teeth nipped her earlobe and she gasped, electricity shooting straight to her clit --”just ask.” She let her hand fall from his with her breath coming in short and slow pants. He jumped down the rock and she followed slower behind, easing down the rock face. Nikita couldn’t make her throat form any words. It seemed natural when he took her hand with the occasional brush of his lips against her knuckles. She wanted. Gods how she wanted. She didn’t notice he’d stopped until she felt the tug against her arm. Connor pulled her close. She inhaled the salty spice of his cologne. It was unusual but fit him perfectly. “I’m not interested in strings or partner swapping.” Mortification heated her skin. Had she just said that? “I mean…” she stuttered, trying to recover. “Nikita.” Connor’s lips pressed against her cheek in a gentle caress. Her eyes drifted closed at the touch. Tears burned behind her eyes and she smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Connor.” His absence from her side was like a wash of ice water over her body. “Are you always so polite?” His voice held an edge of laughter. “I wonder what it would take to break that calm exterior.” Nikita breathed slowly and opened her eyes to view the adorable bad boy’s smile. “I’m no mystery, handsome.” “A sexual therapist with enough heat to make Draven take interest comes to an island of sexual fantasy with no interest in having sex?” His grin widened until a dimple showed in his right cheek. “Pull the other one, love.” He jerked his chin toward an area behind her customize
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sex?” His grin widened until a dimple showed in his right cheek. “Pull the other one, love.” He jerked his chin toward an area behind her shoulder. She turned, covering her eyes from the glare of the setting sun. “Phillip will be up at the house. I’ll take my leave of you, if you have no other needs I could attend to?” “As tempted as I am, I don’t think you alone could help me.” “If you need us, we’ll be in the boat.” Nikita couldn’t ignore the inflection in his voice or the images of his sexy mouth sucking on Draven’s cock. She cleared her throat and nodded.
*** Connor watched Nikita walk away. Her ass swayed nicely in the jeans she’d put on that morning. The trip had brought color to her cheeks and a smile to her full, kissable lips. His dick jerked in response. The tantalizing musk of her sex in the confines of the cabin almost overwhelmed him. Gods how he wanted a taste of that deliciously-scented pussy. A shadow blocked the morning sun and he squinted up. One of the griffons. He’d promised Okibi a fresh wriggly fish on his return. One of the silvers from the green pools. Why she only wanted one at a time, he’d never know. He needed some advice about Draven. The man was pushing himself to the limits of sanity. One day soon, he was going to get them both killed. Maybe the phoenix and her men would have some insight. One of the pools favored by the silvers was on the way. His mother always told him the way to friendship was through the stomach. Connor unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, folding it over his forearm before loosening his fly. He groaned with relief, pressing the aching length of his dick with a rough palm. The pants slid down his hips and he toed off his sandals. He shook out his pants, pulled his shiny pelt from the back pocket, and then laid them and the shirt over a rock. It didn’t look like much and on first inspection could pass as a wallet. He caressed the soft skin then whispered words from a long forgotten language. The magic of his people wrapped around him and he became encased in the pelt. An awkward flop toward the water and he dove in. The water enveloped him like a lover, stroking against his skin with a flutter. He cut through the pool, scanning for the flicker of silver. There it was! He shot toward the prey, catching it between his teeth and hauling his body back to the rocky ledge. He spat the fish on the ground and shook off the water slicking his oily pelt. His mind whispered the reverse, and the pelt split, dropping him to his knees. His dick ached with hard lust, leaving his knees weak and shaky. Draven was in for it when he got back to the boat. His body realigned and he shook off the chill of the morning, making quick work of getting dressed. He folded the already dry pelt up and tucked it back into his pocket. With the fish in hand, he made his way up the path. He didn’t have to be a bird of prey to recognize the warning call of the griffon. The shadow was still too far away to make out much, but he thought he recognized Branimir’s flight pattern. He ducked in the entryway and slipped off his sandals out of respect for Okibi’s traditional request. “I come bearing gifts, Okibi.” He spoke clearly, fully aware the other mate would be hovering close by, ready to tear him apart. “For fuck’s sake Viktor!” Okibi called from within. “It’s Connor. He’s brought me a fish.” There was silence then a loud huff. “Fine, whatever. Connor, come in.” Connor walked around the corner and blinked in surprise. From her large onyx eyes and full red lips, to her wicked smile and biting humor, Okibi had always been incredibly sensual, and now even more so. She reclined against soft cushions. “I haven’t been gone that long, have I?” Connor winced the moment the words left his lips. She was pregnant and from the looks of things, far along. He didn’t know how a phoenix clutching worked, but he was shocked at her transformation. In the brilliant crimson of her kimono, she looked, for lack of a better term, radiant. He doubted she’d appreciate the humor. Her customize
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body curved delicately with fuller breasts and a firm curve to her stomach. The ruddy glow of pregnancy covered her body in a fine sheen of oil. He could smell a tinge of sulfur and cinnamon, an odd combination. Okibi laughed. “It doesn’t take long.” Her eyes flashed like a predator at the wriggling fish in his hand. He watched her swallow and kept a shudder from passing down his spine. He’d watched her burst into flames once. It was something he never wanted to see again. She went to rise and Viktor crossed his arms. Her hair smoked and Connor could feel the heat coming from her like an internal furnace. He stepped back. Viktor jerked his chin toward the fish. The redhead could see that the lovers were communicating on a telepathic level. He shifted from one foot to the other. Viktor’s cold gaze caught him and Connor blushed. “Look, I’ve obviously come at a bad time.” He held out the fish. Viktor hesitated until Okibi made a soft croon in her throat, then heaved a sigh and stalked toward Connor to retrieve the fish. Connor delicately handed the fish to the griffon. Okibi sighed and settled back. The room became instantly cooler. “How is our Captain doing?” Viktor walked to the kitchen and dropped the fish in the sink. Connor shrugged, and tugged at his now sweat-soaked shirt suddenly wondering why he’d decided to ask for advice in the first place. “He’s the same.” Okibi narrowed her eyes. “If he was the same, you wouldn’t be torn like you are. Selkie and human at war within yourself. Isn’t that what you told me last time? You were torn between returning to the sea and staying here?” Connor began pacing the length of the front room, for once easily ignoring the intimidating Viktor. “Every run gets worse. He pushes and pushes until I think he’s going to…” Connor shoved a hand through his hair. He came to a stop and stared at the floor, fists planted on his hips. An unknown pain tore his heart apart. Okibi’s stillness drew his attention and he met her knowing, unblinking gaze. “I almost lost him this time.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat, furious for showing any emotion. “I almost lost sight of him. If the passenger hadn’t noticed me in the water, he would have been destroyed by the ocean and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.” “He had a passenger with him?” Connor heard the veiled heat of anger in Okibi’s voice but didn’t care. Maybe now someone would take his worry seriously. “You said he lost his pelt some years ago?” Viktor’s low question caught Connor’s attention. “It wasn’t lost, but yes, it was several years ago.” Viktor leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, carefully wiping his hands clean on a cloth towel. “There are few things in this world or the next that can pull a soul from the edge like that. Losing your identity, having your soul torn from you and given back in pieces.” “What?” “Love,” Okibi said quietly. “Hope.” Viktor’s word surprised Connor. “Hope? How can he have hope? He has no chance of becoming a selkie again. There is no fix for this.” Connor couldn’t fathom being without his own pelt. “If I lost my wings would I be less of a warrior? Lose my love of the air?” Connor shrugged. “I don’t know. Do your people place their respect on your ability to fight in the air?” Viktor’s grin turned predatory. Okibi rolled her eyes. “The question is, selkie, do your people lose respect for those who choose to stay human?” He shoved that question away for later. “I thought all he needed was time.” customize
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He shoved that question away for later. “I thought all he needed was time.” “Time doesn’t heal all wounds, Connor. It just covers them. If the wound is infected, it will only fester.” “What if he doesn’t care?” What if I’m not enough? He couldn’t ask the question. “Then you have to make your choice to live. Two half lives don’t make a whole, selkie.” He bowed, mulling over the problem. “Thank you both for your advice. Please give my best to Branimir.”
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Chapter Six The walk down to the beach did little to clear his head. Dammit, why did it have to be so complicated? He stared at the gray morning. Every time they went out to sea, Draven pushed them harder and harder. Every storm challenged him. Connor was no genius when it came to the human mind, but he could taste the anger and the pain every time they fought the ocean. Connor clenched his jaw in silent fury. The bastard meant to kill himself. Even the phoenix saw it. He glared at the silent vessel swaying in the calm morning waters. The water. He needed to cleanse the weight off his shoulders. With shaking hands he jerked the clothes back off, leaving them in a pile on the beach. For once the selkie didn’t care who saw him. He grabbed the pelt and said the words, transforming into his selkie body. With an awkward half lunge he ducked below the water and shot through the shallows, letting the ocean soothe his soul. Without much thought he pushed himself to the boat, shifting at the ladder. The pelt hung in his hands and he pulled himself up the side and over, landing in a wet puddle on the deck. He inhaled slowly, loving the way his blood pounded after each shift. His muscles rippled as they realigned. The sheen of his selkie pelt shimmered on the deck in a puddle. He was stiff and hard from the magic. Connor shook water off the pelt and began humming a tune his mother had taught long ago about selkies and the magic of their pelts. Each fold of his pelt locked away the magic of his shift until he felt almost human. He stalked to the cabin, fisting his dick and stroking the head. It was time to get some shit straight. The cabin door was open so he jumped down into the darkness. In a corner of the room sat Draven, a bit of whiskey in a glass and devil’s fire in his eyes. A pillow sat in his lap. “How was your walk with the good doctor?” Connor narrowed his eyes, wondering fleetingly if he detected a note of jealousy in the other’s voice. “Uneventful. She’s not interested in sex.” Draven tossed the pillow at Connor with a bitter laugh. “I might be human, but I know lust when I smell it.” Connor inhaled and the scent of sweat and heat wafted up to his nostrils. He could taste her lust on the back of his tongue, but nothing else. Connor wanted to bury his face in the pillow, but instead he kept his feelings closed off. With Draven, it was safer that way. “So she likes to masturbate.” He chucked the pillow across the room. Draven knocked it to the ground without blinking. Neither commented on the fact that Draven could still see in the dark or any number of other oddities only found in their kind. The bastard refused to see anything past what he called his human limitations. “You could have killed all of us.” Draven nodded slowly with a hint of a smile touching his lips. “That’s it?” Before he knew it, Connor was at the chair, with Draven’s shirt in his clenched fist, the other’s dark silver eyes full of surprise. “You nod your head and smile? What about next time?” Draven jerked out of his grip to the sound of tearing cloth. “Nobody asked you to come with me.” He slammed the snifter on the side table. Connor shoved him in the arm. “No, you son of a bitch, I didn’t ask. None of us do, yet somehow we’re all fascinated with you.” customize
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“We who?” Draven braced against another push. “Me, the good doctor, hell, even the phoenix finds you interesting.” Draven tugged on his ponytail, tightening it against his head. “How much is enough?” Connor tucked the pelt under his arm and planted his feet. The throb of his cock was becoming difficult to ignore. Draven’s narrowed glance sizzled the selkie’s skin, making him harder and ready to fuck the hell out the broader man. His heated gaze followed the line of his neck, tracing down the selkie’s torso until Connor’s dick twitched, weeping precum. Draven ripped the rest of his shirt off, letting it fall to the side in careless disregard. Connor swallowed. Draven’s eyes shone silver in the dark confines of the cabin. Feral. Connor had heard stories, terrible ones, of selkies going insane. Had Draven gone over that edge? Draven ran his work-roughened hands down his own torso, dragging his nails down the skin, leaving marks Connor wanted to lick and soothe. His fingers unbuttoned his pants, letting them hang on his slim hips. Connor couldn’t stop watching his lover strip, couldn’t bring himself to stay more than a little angry. “I want that ass, Connor.” His dark voice rumbled with lust and fire shot down Connor’s back, clenching his balls and causing his dick to twitch. He closed his eyes, waiting for his breath to come back. He opened his eyes to slits, letting Draven see a spark of silver. “Then you’d better come and take it, Draven.” Draven moved quicker than Connor expected, grabbing him by the arm and twisting him face down onto the chair he’d just vacated. Connor could smell the sticky sweet musk of the doctor against the cushion along with Draven’s heady scent. The other man pressed his hard dick against the crack of Connor’s ass. He leaned over Connor, pressing his bare chest against the other’s back. “If that’s the way you want it, roane.” Connor moaned. When Draven called him a selkie in the old language it did something to his will, melting it away. “Fuck me, God damn you.” Draven pressed kisses down Connor’s back, tasting and nipping at each of his sensitive areas, drawing Connor to the edge and pissing him off. Angry and aggressive is what he wanted, dammit! Not this! Draven bit the sensitive curve of the selkie’s hip, driving Connor to moan and buck against his lover. The warm heat of his breath spread over Connor’s skin and he shivered. Draven brushed a fingertip against the smooth sac of the selkie’s balls. “Like silk,” he murmured before pulling the selkie’s hips up and spreading him wide, baring everything to Draven’s gaze. Connor could feel the heavy weight of lust and shivered. Draven’s mouth took the sensitive skin and licked, tasting, savoring. Connor jerked in pleasure. Draven’s mouth was heaven. He sucked on the skin and Connor shook. Draven tugged on the pelt Connor still clutched in his fist. Connor didn’t need to look to know what the man was doing. The slick oil of the selkie pelt made a soothing, and at the same time, stimulating, lubricant. Draven’s fingers traced a line from his balls to his ass, letting the oil touch the selkie, burn him up from the inside out. When a fingertip touched the rim of his ass, the selkie bit his lip. One thick digit circled the edge, teasing Connor. Connor rocked back against the touch, wanting more. Draven slid the finger deep, stroking him from the inside. Connor hissed between his teeth. The slick oil did its work, making him harder, sending an inferno of lust through his system. “Oh, yeah.” Draven stroked deep and Connor moaned, pressing his mouth against his arm, muffling his cries. Draven twisted his finger, adding another. “You like that, don’t you, roane?” “You know I do.” Connor moaned again when Draven pulled his fingers out. The sound of cloth falling was his only warning before the hard press of Draven’s dick teased the opening of his ass. Draven customize
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The sound of cloth falling was his only warning before the hard press of Draven’s dick teased the opening of his ass. Draven pushed on Connor’s lower back, forcing him to arch higher. Draven’s dick slid past the rim of his ass. Connor groaned and arched against him, taking it deeper. Draven held Connor in place with one hand and ran light fingertips down Connor’s back with the other, tracing the length of his spine. Connor growled low in his throat and braced on his elbows to look back at his tormentor. Draven withdrew slowly, stroking along Connor’s sweet spot with every blessed inch. Connor’s eyes rolled and he let his head fall back against his forearm with a moan of submission. Gods, this is heaven. Draven shoved deep, jerking moans from them both. “I love fucking your ass.” Connor palmed his dick, moaning in response and rolling the precum around the sensitive head. Draven slid deep inside and fire coursed through Connor’s blood. “Is this what you want?” Draven’s harsh growl gave Connor chills of need. His dick pulled out achingly slowly and Connor trembled. “Yessss,” Connor hissed. “More.” Draven gripped Connor’s hips and set a harder rhythm. Each pound of his dick in Connor’s ass added an intensity that clawed its way through the selkie’s body until he exploded in orgasm. Pale strands of fluid coated his hand and chair. Draven groaned and jerked against Connor’s ass. He could feel the tightening of the other’s thighs before he roared his orgasm. There was nothing more beautiful than hearing Draven lose control. They sagged in the chair until Draven placed a soft kiss on Connor’s shoulder blade. Connor wanted to grasp at anger but he was so damned exhausted from the previous night, the thought of curling up in bed was more welcome. Connor pushed him away and Draven grabbed Connor by the neck, pulling him forward to stand forehead to forehead. Neither looked at the other. “Get some rest. I owe you a talk later.” “You bet your ass you do,” Connor growled. Draven kissed Connor, a soft taste of lips and tongue, and then he was striding away to the washroom. Connor watched the hard planes of Draven’s ass as he walked, admiring the natural grace of the man, the way he wasted no movements. Connor licked his lips, savoring the last of his lover’s taste. He crawled into bed and groaned softly at the feminine scent coming from the sheets. Nikita. His sleepy mind added her flavor to his palate. She’d be delicious.
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Chapter Seven Nikita crossed her legs and leaned against the stiff back of the dark chair. Phillip’s smile confirmed it. He wanted something. Well she had news for him, there was nothing left. “I’m no good to you, Phillip.” She waved a hand in the air. “What can I possibly do for RC Aphrodisiacs?” “You have a lot more to offer than you think.” He leaned forward. “I know you’re tired. We all get burned out.” Her chuckle filled the room. “Burned out doesn’t come close to how worn out I am.” She narrowed her eyes at him. He was schmoozing her for a reason. “Lay it flat, Phillip. I don’t have the patience to play games.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood, turning toward the bay windows overlooking the rocky shore. She could see the breathtaking view from her chair. “What do you know about the Cove?” “Your company sells adult toys and novelties. You’re very successful and you create high quality products.” She should know, the Double Dragon was her go-to favorite. Double penetration did far more for her than any of the other toys. Phillip let a small smile touch his lips. “We’re also in a highly competitive market.” “The adult toy industry usually is. Tell me something I don’t know.” “In the past few months we’ve had a string of incidents and our PR is lower than it’s ever been.” “So where do I come in?” Phillip slid a hand in his pocket, looking for all the world like a man in control of the universe. “I’d like for you to write a book.” Nikita winced. Her last book had been a disaster. A nightmare. She’d had enough. He held up a hand. “A book about our products.” “I can’t do that!” Nikita jumped to her feet with heat stinging her cheeks. “Hell no. Put me back on the boat. I’ve already been through hell for this last book.” “What do you have to lose?” “My reputation.” My self-respect! her mind cried. If Rookery Cove’s products couldn’t get her off, nothing could. And what if they can’t? “What reputation? You were torn apart by every national woman’s magazine.” Nikita’s gut twisted in fury. “Again, what could I possibly bring to the table?” “Despite the critics, you’ve developed a strong following. When you stopped your nighttime radio show and podcasts, you left a hole. An untapped potential. Your listeners craved your discussions on sex, needed to be led to numerous orgasms.” Nikita rolled her eyes. He was good, appealing to her vanity. “I’ve lost it. That’s why I quit the shows. There is no drive anymore.” Success tasted like ash on her tongue and dragged her personal sex life to a screeching halt. His eyes lit up with inner fire. “You can bring it back.” He grinned. “Try the products yourself. See if they don’t bring back your edge.” Nikita gave an unlady-like snort. “Your products are good, honey, but they’re not that good.” customize
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He walked back to his desk and settled in his chair. “All you need to do is find a willing subject to test, then. I’m sure you’ll find one or two that are willing.” He let the suggestion trail off. Nikita tilted her head. There were two very yummy test subjects she had in mind. Would either one be interested in her offer?
*** The walk back to the beach was less stimulating without the redhead’s company. The ship still rocked in the morning current and she wanted to call up to the men. Did they stay on the ship? Or did they have a cabin? She looked at the paper clenched in her hand. The directions were easy enough, but she was tempted to ask one of them for help. Cursing quietly she made her way up the ramp, hoping to see one of them on the deck. This is so stupid! Why was she mooning around them like a schoolgirl? Because you want to see more of what they showed you last night. A ripple of awareness rolled down her spine. The door to the cabin was slightly ajar. It wasn’t until she tiptoed forward that she realized how ridiculous she was acting. It was broad daylight for goodness sakes. Not like she was doing anything wrong. She rubbed the worry stone on her necklace and took a deep breath. Without waiting for another doubt she pushed the door open and came to a sudden stop. Draven and Connor were asleep in the same bed she’d masturbated in the night before. If that wasn’t wickedly delicious she’d lose her mind. The redhead was incredibly adorable curled on his side and facing away from the captain. Draven lay on his back with his dark hair pooled around him, shining in the soft light. She wanted to run her fingers through the soft fur on his chest and press her cheek against it. Would it be light and silky or rough? The trail ended somewhere below the sheet and Nikita fought down the urge to stand on her tiptoes to see more. “You know, a man might think a woman’s interested if she looked at him like that.” Draven’s sleepy rumble jerked Nikita out of her trance. Heat flamed her cheeks, but she let her gaze move slowly back up to his face. Her breath caught. The morning after looked good on him. Half closed eyelids, framed with long dark lashes, silver peeking out through the cracks. His morning scruff left him looking more like a debauched pirate than an escort for Phillip’s company. She walked toward the bed, careful to keep eye contact with Draven. “Do you always invite your guests to use your bed?” She purposefully kept her voice low to keep from waking Connor. Draven stretched lightly, showing off his tanned skin in the morning’s light. He dropped an arm behind his head and let his lips lift in a lazy smile. “We rarely use the Anamchara for RC business. This is my personal boat. Besides…” He let the word trail off in a suggestive drawl while his gaze took in her every inch from head to toe. “Yours is a delicious scent to curl up in.” Draven’s other hand lightly settled on Connor’s thigh. The redhead mumbled something in his sleep before turning toward the captain’s touch and throwing a forearm over the black-haired man. Red hair touched black and Nikita swallowed. Draven took his hand from behind his head holding it out to her. She took it, feeling the large hand surround her much smaller one with warmth. He tugged lightly, and moved over, letting her take a space on the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at the two lovers with a hard stir of lust and a bit of loneliness. She had to keep her hand in check to keep from touching Connor’s hair. “Why did you come here, doctor?” The sleepy look in Draven’s eyes had changed to something sharper, more predatory. “I was wondering…” Nikita cleared her throat over a particularly dry knot of nervous tension. How do you tell a man you want him to get it on with his lover in front of her? Oh and it’s in the name of science. “I wanted to invite you to breakfast.” Real lame, Nikita. customize
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Breakfast? Draven rubbed his thumb against her wrist. Amusement lifted his lips. He definitely wasn’t buying it. Not that she blamed him. The touch of his calloused thumb against her skin distracted her. Every brush sent a little sizzle of awareness up her arm and to her breasts. What would his fingers feel like on other areas of her body? “You both seem interested in my company. If I’m wrong, I apologize.” White teeth flashed in a smile that would have done GQ proud. “You would be right.” Connor snuggled closer to Draven and he wrapped his arm around the redhead, pulling him against his body. She didn’t miss the tenderness in his touch. Her throat thickened with longing. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.” Draven smiled. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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Chapter Eight It wasn’t until they were both at her door that Nikita second-guessed her invitation. Was answering the door in her robe too informal? Too forward? She rolled her eyes. Of course it was too forward. They were going to think she was desperate. You are. She ignored the annoyingly honest voice in her head. So what? Let them think what they wanted to. She smoothed the soft satin and touched her hair to make sure it looked just enough like bedhead. She opened the door and the sight left her breathless. Draven leaned against the door jam with a dark grin on his handsome face and flowers in his hand. With the roguish captain dressed all in black, it took all she had to not drool uncontrollably over the luscious man. Connor complimented the captain in every way. Roguish smile, wearing khakis and a T-shirt, despite the morning chill. The spread of freckles on his nose looked adorable and he sported dark glasses. “Hangover?” “Light sensitivity.” Connor’s response piqued her interest but she opened the door, letting them in. “Welcome to my home, gentlemen. Breakfast will be available soon.” Draven handed her the flowers and she inhaled their scent. Beautiful in color and exotic in flavor, much like her two new companions. “I’ll just put these in some water.” “What did you make for breakfast?” Connor’s wistful question charmed Nikita and she grinned. “Savory potato cakes with a seafood omelet.” She took an empty glass container and filled it up with water in the washroom. “Do you always eat fish for breakfast?” Draven sounded surprised. “Only when I can get it fresh and whoever stocked this house did a thorough job.” She came back and set it on the entry table, fidgeting with the flowers to get them to sit right. The two men exchanged significant glances and Draven shrugged. Nikita knew something had just passed over her head. “What is it?” Connor laughed self-consciously. “You’re the first woman to invite us back to her cabin for a real breakfast.” Draven chuckled. “Oh. Well, uhm.” She rolled her eyes at her own inability to articulate words around these two. Draven threw a companionable arm around Nikita’s shoulders. “We would love to give you anything your heart desires for a seafood omelet.” Nikita felt like an ass. She had ulterior motives dammit. “I have to admit something, however.” Draven leaned close. “I came here for something other than breakfast.” “Oh?” The breathless quality to her voice was hard to hide. “We were hoping you’d be interested in letting us show you a wonderful time. You did help us during the storm.” Connor brushed fingertips against her breast. Her nipple hardened in instant response. Maybe her body needed the combination of these two to heal itself. Either way, she didn’t give a damn. Connor touched her face with light caresses. “What would you like for us to do for you?” Nikita narrowed her eyes at the two, stepping away from both men. Connor’s expression gave nothing away, and Draven’s eyes customize
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flashed his dark sensuality. “I appreciate the offer gentlemen, but I really would love to feed you breakfast.” Connor’s grin surprised her. “I’ve noticed something about our hellcat, Draven.” The captain glanced at Connor. Nikita scoffed. “Hellcat? You have your wires crossed.” “She takes that tone every time we make her uncomfortable.” Connor’s eyes lit with devilment and Nikita licked her suddenly dry lips. “You have tells, doctor?” Draven moved around the foyer, drawing her attention to his lithe body. His black hair drifted on the breeze and damn if she didn’t want to wrap her hands in it. Nikita swallowed and refused to back off. “Doctors don’t have tells. Gamblers do.” Draven ran his fingertips up his thighs, drawing her attention to his delicious cock stretched against the denim of his jeans. He tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of the waistband. “You think inviting us here wasn’t a gamble?” Nikita clenched her fists. Draven pushed the door shut with a firm shove. “Why did you invite us here?” Connor’s question jerked her attention back to the redhead. His shirt dropped from careless fingertips. Nikita couldn’t think past the glow of his creamy body, sunlight kissed and full of heat. “For breakfast.” The thick rasp of her voice had her wishing for a drink of something cool and refreshing. All voyeuristic intent vanished. She wanted to taste Connor’s skin. The heat of Draven’s body molded to her back and Nikita shivered. “I’m famished, doctor.” Nikita inhaled his spicy scent, and let it soak through her skin and race through her blood. The salty tang of the ocean clung to him. Connor grasped her wrist and nibbled along the edge, tasting her skin. Nikita groaned, loving the way electricity pulsed from that one tiny spot through her body to her clit. Connor pulled her close and took a deep breath. “You smell so damned good.” Nikita gave a husky chuckle. “So do you, handsome.” Connor tasted her lips in a soft suckle, lightly scraping his teeth against her sensitive skin. He pulled open her robe, letting it fall to the ground in a pool of dark satin. Nikita melted into the redhead’s kiss. Calloused fingertips tugged at her stiff nipples, making her breath catch in the back of her throat. Connor’s tongue swept into her open mouth, caressing her tongue with his and swallowing her moan. Draven’s heat seeped in from behind, branding her with his touch. Fingernails grazed the swell of her breast and Nikita sighed, letting her head fall back on Draven’s chest. “This is the time to tell us no.” Draven’s lips brushed her ear with his whisper. “Why would I want to do that?” Nikita laughed, breathless at their touches. Her pussy grew heated, the slow response like a warm current flowing through her body. “Let’s take this to a place with seating.” Draven’s suggestion had them all chuckling. She led them by their hands to the living room, hoping they didn’t notice her trembling. Draven pulled her wrist and turned her so that she faced his broad chest. His hand cupped her cheek and a work-hardened thumb caressed her bottom lip. “You are sure?” Nikita hesitated, wondering if she should tell him how nervous she was. Talking about this kind of sex was much different than living it, despite her longtime fantasies. She took a deep breath. “I’m sure.” Connor pressed against her back and nipped at the bend of her shoulder. “You taste delicious.” Nikita grabbed Connor’s hair with a hand, arching into his touch. Her eyes closed when his teeth scraped against the skin. Her pussy tingled in awareness, slicking within in lust. customize
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pussy tingled in awareness, slicking within in lust. He bit down and she groaned. Her head fell back against Connor’s shoulder. Draven bent to take one hardened nipple in his hungry mouth, sucking and lightly lathing the tip with his rough tongue. His skilled fingers teased and caressed her other breast. Connor’s hand slid around her hip, stroking the trimmed mound covering her pussy. His talented fingers brushed the lips of her sex and Nikita could feel the wet heat slip through to his touch. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, sliding the fingertip within. Connor turned her around in his arms with his finger still clenched in her pussy. He added another and they started slowly fucking her cunt, increasing pressure where she needed it the most. Nikita’s trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons on Connor’s pants, almost ripping them off in her urgency. He pulled away from her pussy, shoving the pants down and kicking them across the floor. Connor dropped to the chair behind him, drawing Nikita close. His head settled at pussy level. She could feel his warm breath teasing her folds. Draven flopped down on the couch and watched, his silver eyes fevered as he stared at her exposed pussy. Connor ran his fingertips up her legs, teasing the inside of her thighs and spreading her lower lips to his dark gaze. “You have a gorgeous pussy.” He looked up at her and then back. Nikita’s knees shook and she used Connor’s shoulder for leverage. He blew cool air across her moist lips before moving in. He pulled her close, tasting and licking. Draven moaned, and she looked over. His dark hair flowed around him like silk. His pants were unbuttoned with his cock thick in his fist. He pumped slowly, never taking his gaze off Connor’s face and her pussy. “Lift her leg,” Draven commanded. Connor complied immediately, lifting her leg to put it over his shoulder. She had to lean against him to keep upright and it opened her up to a more intense sensation. Draven pumped harder and Nikita couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sensuality of his action. He was like a dark god from the old stories. “Fuck her cunt, Connor.” His hoarse command had the redhead shaking. Nikita trembled, and Connor looked up, meeting her gaze. Her juices soaked his face and she wiped them away with gentle caresses. He nuzzled her hand and smiled. “We can’t keep the captain waiting.” She bit her lip. He turned her around so she faced Draven completely. She held Connor’s dick and guided it slowly into her drenched channel, inch by achingly slow inch. Draven moaned and leaned forward, his intensity enthralling to watch. The heavy-lidded eyes and sensual expression were raw, devastating. He caught her gaze and held it, like a snake to a bird, trapped. “Lean back against him.” Nikita did as he wished, resting her back against Connor’s chest. The chair reclined slightly and they both settled back at an all new angle. The redhead ran his fingertips all over her body, leaving her skin sensitive to the slightest breeze through the windows. Draven rose from the couch and dropped to his knees in front of them, staring at Nikita’s pussy impaled on Connor. She closed her eyes only to rip them open again when his mouth latched onto their joined bodies, tasting and sucking the exposed skin. Connor shuddered beneath her and she trembled in return. The throbbing ache of lust in her core exploded in a mini-orgasm, one she hadn’t experienced in so long. She cried out, begging softly, “More, please, more.” Her pussy clenched around Connor’s dick, squeezing him and rolling against his shaft. Draven looked up and smiled. “You are so customize
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wet, sweet.” “Well, I think I may have had a little help from someone on that,” she replied breathlessly. “You’re wet enough to try double penetration. Do you want to try?” Nikita stilled. “In my pussy?” He brushed a finger against her slit and she moaned, closing her eyes. “I promise to stop if it’s too much.” Connor whispered against her hair, “Please, Nikita. We’ll take such good care of you. I promise.” Nikita nodded with a stiff jerk of her head. “You promise to stop if it hurts?” The captain nodded solemnly. “You have my word.” Nikita wasn’t sure how to take that, but her gut told her she could trust him. Her mind was worried, but her pussy had other ideas. It drenched Connor’s dick, soaking them both with fluid. Draven lifted her legs and settled them around his hips. Connor’s thighs trembled under her and she took slow uneven breaths. Draven pressed against her pussy and pushed slowly, achingly slow. Nikita breathed deeply and tried not to move. Fear and awe mingled in her heart, becoming one knot of nervous tension. He pulled back and Connor moaned. Tension rippled through the redhead’s body. Draven pushed again and her pussy welcomed him, surrounding his dick and taking him deep inside. He couldn’t fit all the way but gods she felt them both. Their cocks twitched against one another within her pussy and she whimpered, wishing she could move but knowing it could be dangerous. She let her body absorb every sensation, getting lost in the aching fullness. “Nikita, I need you to listen to me.” Connor’s voice broke through. “I’m going to restrain your arms so you can’t move. It’ll be just my arms over yours. We’ll stop anytime you tell us to stop, okay?” Nikita swallowed to moisten her dry throat. “Okay.” Connor wrapped his arms around hers, locking her back in an arched position. Draven and Connor were both shaking. Draven began slow thrusts that pressed against her sweet spot. Nikita’s lust threatened to overwhelm her, drown her, as it rose in a giant wave with her body. Years of disappointment were washed away in one mind-blowing experience. Draven drove them higher. Her tension rose until she felt like a string about to break and then it was on her, the orgasm crashing against her. She screamed and tried to buck, but Connor held her tight. Her pussy clenched them both and then Draven was gone, pulling out of her channel and then holding her against his chest. Her body locked onto Connor, milking him for every drop. The redhead had risen, bucking against her in his orgasm. It sent another wave of sensation through her pussy and she could only ride it, gripping Draven tighter against her body. When it was over, she trembled in Draven’s arms. Connor lay exhausted below her with his limbs shaking as well. She went to stand and her legs couldn’t support her. Draven picked her up and turned, laying her on the couch. His tenderness endeared him to her. “How long has it been since you had an orgasm?” The question was almost clinical. “Longer than I can remember, honestly,” she answered in a matter of fact tone. Her sex life was what it was. Nonexistent. Until she came here. Draven cursed quietly. “Don’t move.” He looked over at Connor who was lying naked in the chair and grinning like a fool. “Either one of you.” customize
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Chapter Nine Draven had only been gone for a few minutes before Nikita rolled to her side. “He’s not kidding, you know.” “Do you always let him take control?” Connor shrugged. “I like it; he likes it. Why not?” Nikita shifted and groaned. Her pussy ached deliciously. Well used and abused. She grinned. Tomorrow she’d hurt like a bitch, though. The door swung open and Draven came back carrying a light gray container in his hand. “What’s that?” “This will cure what ails ya.” Draven grinned. Nikita made a face. Every time her dad had said that it meant medicine. “What is it really?” “It’s a cream Draven makes to ease aches and pains.” Nikita looked over at Connor and didn’t quite trust the look of mischief in his eye. Draven looked embarrassed. “It’s not a big deal.” He dropped down on his knees in front of her and opened the jar. “Open your legs, love.” Nikita blinked. “What?” “Open your legs. You just took two very large men inside that sweet” -- he leaned forward, punctuating each word with a scrape of his nails against her thigh --”hot, tight little pussy of yours. You’re going to be more than sore if we don’t help you heal up. Trust me, I have several more positions I’d like to put you in.” Connor rose slowly and gingerly made his way to the duo. He grabbed some of the cream and rubbed it on his dick. Stroking the length tore a groan from his throat. Nikita swallowed down her fear and agreed. “Okay.” She dropped open her thighs and Draven began to carefully apply the cream. His calloused fingers were more than thorough. The first pass of pressure had her hissing through her teeth in pain. Two more passes and the ache became pleasant. One more after that and her pussy began tingling again. Draven kept up the pressure, and her body slowly made its way to another orgasm, this one less violent and painful. The gentle roll of her pussy uncoiled the last bit of tension in her heart. She sighed and fell back against the cushions, her body soaked in sweat. “Thank you.” “You’re more than welcome.” Draven’s eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. “Where’s Connor?” “In bed.” “My bed?” “Yes. You wore him out, doctor.” Nikita laughed. “Me? I think not.” Draven kissed her lips in a gentle caress. She pulled him closer and opened to his tongue, wrapping hers around it and teasing it customize
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with every trick in the book. He groaned and kissed her deeper, harder. In no time he was undressed with his dick against her pussy. Nikita growled low in her throat and Draven gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t want to undo the healing of the cream, love.” Her pussy clenched and she pulled him closer, arching against him and trying to take him deeper. “Fuck me, Draven. Now.” He chuckled and whispered, “As my lady wishes.” He shoved deep and began a pounding, desperate rhythm. She cried out and, arching off the couch, met him thrust for thrust. She bit his shoulder and he growled, slamming harder into her cunt, driving them both insane with lust. Heat coiled around her pussy, tightening the walls in pending orgasm. Draven stiffened against her and she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock, dragging him into orgasm with her and drowning them both in exhaustion.
*** “I don’t see what the big deal is.” She pushed the omelet around on her plate, suddenly not hungry, despite the late hour. The tension around her table was thick enough to drown them. “The big deal is I said no.” Draven shoved away from the table. “I will not be exploited and nor will I part with my formula.” “I’m not asking for the formula,” Nikita argued in exasperation. “I just want to know why you haven’t shown Phillip.” Connor rose from the table, his face twisted in apology. “We had a really good time, doctor. Thank you for inviting us.” Nikita threw up her hands in frustration. What the hell had just happened? The sex had been fantastic, the company excellent. “Look, I’ve obviously touched on a sore subject. Why don’t we just relax and pretend I never mentioned anything.” “No. You can’t let it go.” Draven leaned over the table and stared deep into Nikita’s eyes. “It’ll fester until you absolutely have to know and you’ll do anything to own it.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Draven, leave off. This isn’t…” Connor reached for the captain. Draven shoved away Connor’s touch. “Do you need fodder for your next book, doctor?” Nikita winced at the sudden ache of her heart. The book was a sore subject and it made her uncomfortable to hear Draven mention it. “Draven,” the growl was low out of Connor’s voice. “What? I’m not behaving like a gentleman?” “Actually, you’re not.” Nikita was quiet but it drew both of their gazes. She sat composed with her fingers clenched. “I’m not sure what’s going on and I’m sorry I mentioned it.” She looked up at Draven and met his glare with solemn resolve. “I had a really great time with you two and I’m sure one day one of you will fill me in on what I did wrong, but until then, I think it’s best that you leave.” Draven blinked slowly. “You want us to leave?” Nikita raised an eyebrow. “Despite your sexy appeal and that of your mate’s, you are not irresistible.” She nodded toward the entryway. “I’m sure you can see yourself out.” The two walked toward the door, a stunned look still on Draven’s face. “You know,” she began softly, unsurprised to see them both stop and turn to look at her, “I thought you were different.” She rose from the table and took the dishes to the kitchen. When she returned, they were gone and she fell into the chair, crying.
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the island. She carefully made her way to the Anamchera, not sure what she’d say, but knowing she had to make things better. Somehow. They haunted her and she hadn’t been able to sleep for two nights. The voices of her two men carried on the waves and she stilled, listening closely. She hit a fist against her leg. Why did she give a shit anyway? They were driving her crazy. Hot and tempting and fucking her senseless one moment and then insane accusations and cold responses the next. She must be crazy to be doing this. “Is that what you want to do, selkie? Return to the ocean?” Draven’s furious bellow surprised her. Selkie? A shape-shifting seal? Nikita sighed. She should have known. Rookery Cove wasn’t known for its human population anyway. At least he wasn’t a vampire. She loved the mornings too much to date one. If Connor was a selkie, what was Draven? “No, damn you! Why does it always come to that? If I disagree with you, you automatically assume I’m heading back to sea. What the hell do I have to do to prove to you I’m not trying to dump you off on Rookery Cove?” Light flickered from the deck. Nikita moved closer and saw the two men arguing at the bow of the ship. A light of some kind illuminated their pacing. Connor’s pain hurt Nikita’s heart far more than any fling ever should. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t call to you? The ocean? You don’t feel the need to swim forever and leave all this shit behind?” Desperation gave Draven’s voice an edge. Nikita chewed her lower lip. She’d done just that. Left behind her old life to come here. She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. “What? You want oblivion? It’s a myth, Draven. It doesn’t exist!” Connor threw his hands up in what appeared to be exasperation. “Why am I talking about this with you? It’s not like you’ll listen anyway.” Her heart twisted. Their fighting was tearing her apart. She didn’t know how, but they’d touched a part of her soul she’d never let anyone see. Draven was stubborn and full of hard edges. The two men complimented each other in every way; didn’t they see that? “So this is beyond me now? Why? Because I’m human?” Draven crossed his arms and glared at the redheaded selkie. “No, you asshole. You being stuck as a human has nothing to do with it! You being pig-headed does!” He shoved a hand through his red hair, leaving it standing on end in what looked like fire-tipped spikes in the flickering light. Nikita moved closer, careful to keep herself hidden. Draven used to be something besides human. What was it? “She’s not like that bitch back on the Isle. Nikita would never hurt anyone.” What bitch? Draven had been hurt, badly. She knew that, but hell, so had she. “No? You think she’s here to become our third? To love us forever?” Draven’s sneer brought Nikita up short. Love? Did she love the two men? “You saw the way she obsessed over the cream, Connor. You think she wouldn’t exploit your secret oils in order to sell her next book? Hell, why not just steal your pelt and store it away? We know it excretes the oil on a daily basis.” Nikita jerked to a stop with thoughts racing in a jumble. The accusation pierced her heart with icy precision. She would never have given away their secret or mentioned the product, if only because Draven had been so against it. It wasn’t her creation to market. The oil came from selkie skin? What did she know about the race? Not much past the fact that they were shapeshifters. So the oil they used on her was from Connor’s pelt? With horror, Nikita realized what the world would do with that kind of knowledge. Yes, it helped heal the body, but it also drove you mad with lust. She shuddered to think of the consequences of letting a pharmaceutical company have access to Connor. The thought of anyone hurting, much less trapping her lover twisted her insides until they burned. Connor shoved Draven. “You accuse me of running? You’re so twisted, you honestly believe Nikita capable of destroying our lives!” customize
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Connor shoved Draven. “You accuse me of running? You’re so twisted, you honestly believe Nikita capable of destroying our lives!” Draven stood perfectly still against the push, refusing to budge. “Leave now. Before it’s too late.” “Too late for what?” Connor clenched his fists in obvious frustration. “Get the hell out of here, dammit!” Draven yelled. “I’m sick of watching you change form, wondering if you’ll come back to me. I hate and love what you are. If I had my way, I’d lock you up in the cabin forever, never letting you go again.” “You’ve got the selkie sickness.” Horror touched Connor’s voice. “You would lock me away, knowing what it does to us?” “Yes.” Draven didn’t move an inch. Nikita stared in horrified fascination. They were idiots. Both of them. Connor jerked away, spinning on his heel. “I don’t believe you.” “I don’t give a fuck what you believe, roane. This is your only warning.” In a split second, Nikita saw Connor transform. In the place of the redhead was a seal. A quiet splash followed and Nikita was racing toward the boat. He couldn’t have left! She had to stop this. Connor and Draven loved each other. What the hell was wrong with them? She hit the ramp at a dead run, heading toward the bow of the ship. “What the hell are you doing here?” Draven’s hand clenched around Nikita’s arm, jerking her to a stop. “You’re just going to let him go? Just like that?” She tried to pull her arm out of his grip but he held her tighter. “I already told you, we wouldn’t sell the oil. You won’t get him.” Nikita stared at him in sudden comprehension. “You think I want to use Connor? You should have told me he was selkie.” “Why would I take the chance? I’ve seen it before, steal a selkie’s pelt, take his soul. Weren’t you using us for sex? How different would it be to take one more thing?” Nikita’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his accusation. “How dare you. What happened between the three of us was consensual, the kind of sex a woman dreams about, but rarely gets to participate in. We walked into it with our eyes wide open. At least I was honest with you two.” Draven pulled her close, the hard planes of his face standing out in stark relief to the golden glow of the light. “And now?” “You’re letting the best thing that’s ever happened to you swim off into the night and you’re accusing me of stealing a selkie’s soul?” Nikita gestured out to the dark waters. “You just tore his to shreds.” “Don’t tell me what I’ve done. You think I don’t know?” He shoved her away. “I watch his eyes following me, waiting for me to lose my mind.” Draven started pacing. “Did you know I’m selkie?” “No.” Nikita rubbed the area on her arm where he’d held her. “A woman stole my pelt and held it.” He turned to her, eyes shining like silver beacons against the night. “Me. She held me captive for years. I couldn’t change. I couldn’t shift. Most selkies are kept to start a family. She didn’t even give me that. No, at her gentle hands and hard restraints I learned the secrets of the oil our pelts excrete.” Nikita reached for the bulwark behind her, thankful for something to hold her up. “Why would someone do that?” She knew what the oil could do. Why would someone trap another creature and use them like that? She held up a hand. “Never mind, don’t answer that. How did you escape?” “Connor rescued me. He’d heard me.” Draven’s face turned to stone and Nikita didn’t ask what the redhead had heard. It wasn’t important at the moment. “We escaped, but she burned my pelt.” Draven’s voice broke, his voice raw with unshed tears. “I never went back.” Lightning struck close by and Nikita jerked. She rubbed her arms against the wind’s chill. The storm was picking up. “What does customize
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burning a pelt do to a selkie?” He was upon her before she could blink, his body pressed against hers, molding them together against the wind. “Would you trap Connor, sweet doctor?” His hand brushed a stray lock of her golden hair out of her eyes. “Hold him? Love him forever?” His voice was soft, enticing. “No.” She didn’t have to think about it. “Nor would I do the same to you. Love isn’t about trapping someone to be with you.” Draven shoved her away. “What the hell do you know about love?” Nikita would have easily caught her balance had the storm not decided at just that moment to crash into the moored boat. She tripped and fell against the bulwark, twisting over the edge. The water rushed up to meet her and she landed in a full bodied slam in the ocean. At the last moment she remembered not to inhale. Dark water rushed over her head. Keep your cool. You’ll be okay. The thought calmed her until a hard smack on the back of her head sent sparks of pain through her mind. Panic overwhelmed her and darkness clawed her into oblivion.
*** Draven dove in after Nikita, horror twisting his guts. He hadn’t swum in the ocean since that night. Water welcomed him, parting for his dive and clearing the way. Nikita was sinking. Connor! Gods, I need you! Draven? You can mindspeak? The awe in his mate’s voice told him the redhead was still close by. Emotion was difficult to portray for their species over longer distances. It’s Nikita! He sent an image of her fall. His head pounded with the effort, but he’d be damned if he let her go. Draven cut through the water and grabbed Nikita around the chest, pulling her quickly to the surface. The scent of blood surrounded the woman and his heart froze in fear. Not now. Please. I’m sorry, Nikita. He could see lightning arcing across the sky. He prayed to the gods they’d spare her. The selkie came from the darkness, shifting immediately to help Draven pull the woman to safety. The waves were fighting them, tossing them both around like rag dolls. If the shore was like this, what the hell must it be like out in the open seas? Some of the Rookery Cove personnel were waiting to help them ashore. The first thing he noticed was how pale she looked. Gods, he couldn’t lose her. She wouldn’t have betrayed us. I know that. I knew it then. Dammit, just tell me she’s going to be okay. This is all my fault. Draven couldn’t stop the guilt from filling his body. He’d pushed her away. It was his fault. He couldn’t stop the thoughts from whirling in his head. Nikita moaned and Draven had to stop himself from grabbing her in relief. Manx appeared from the darkness, his eyes glowing red against the night. “We need to talk.” Draven brushed the hair from her forehead with tenderness. Her eyes flickered. “Talk to me tomorrow.” “Now, selkie.” Draven raised his gaze to the head of security. He clenched his jaw and was about to tell the bastard where to shove it when Connor touched his shoulder. “I’ll stay with Nikita. Go do your report. I’ll be here when you get back.” Don’t let her go. Never. Draven nodded to Manx and rose. “Tell her I’m sorry when she wakes up.” “Tell her yourself.” Nikita’s whispered words surprised a bark of laughter out of Draven. “You’re awake!” He dropped to his knees beside her. customize
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Nikita moaned and pressed a hand to her head. “Turn down the volume, Draven.” Draven grabbed her hand. He didn’t need to look up to know that Manx still watched from the shadows, but he had to know she was okay. Nikita’s eyes fluttered open and she attempted to glare at the captain. “How dare you tell me I don’t know anything about love. I love you, you jerk. So deal with it.” Nikita let her head roll to look at Connor. “I’d never trap you.” She held up a hand and caressed his face. Connor leaned into the touch. “Love you.” Connor grinned and replied, “Me too.” Draven rocked back on his heels. “You give him caresses and call me names? Where is that fair?” The medical team finally showed up from the main facility. Draven stared after their retreating backs as they took her away. Manx stood at his shoulder. “Ready?” “Yeah.” “Good,” his dark voice rumbled. It was going to be a long night.
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Epilogue Nikita growled low in her throat at Connor’s irrepressible smile. “I am perfectly capable of walking, you know.” “Yes, I know.” The redhead’s smile widened. “I don’t like being carried.” “I doubt that.” “Look, I’m not some maiden in distress.” Nikita couldn’t stop the blush from touching her cheeks. She did enjoy the attention and the selkie knew it. He was carrying her down the beach to an area of the cove where Connor liked to swim. “I’d love to rescue the maiden from a dragon sometime later. Until then, I just want my sexy doctor.” Connor stopped walking and kissed Nikita slowly, lingering on her lips in soft sips. “Only if I get to be the dragon.” Draven’s chuckle brought Nikita’s attention to the larger man. He stood beside them looking at the cove. Nikita turned to stare at the ocean and felt her heart ease to a steady thrum of peace for the first time in years. “I love the ocean.” She couldn’t keep the note of nostalgia out of her voice. “Burning my pelt means I’ll never turn into a selkie again.” Draven stared out at the ocean. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” Nikita reached out to the man. Draven pulled her from Connor’s arms and set her down. “Hush.” He placed a fingertip against her lips and looked down at her. “You saved my life that night you saw Connor in the waves. I didn’t realize until that moment how much I still wanted to live.” He swallowed hard. “Nikita, when you fell overboard, I thought…” He cleared his throat and blinked away something that looked suspiciously like moisture. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip and she pressed a kiss to it. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t. I’m so sorry, for hurting you, for getting angry. None of my issues are your fault.” Nikita wrapped her arms around him and held him close. “You’ve suffered so much.” She leaned back and caught his gaze, pouring all her heart in the look. “I’m not her. I would never do anything like that, to you or Connor. Ever.” “We know that.” Connor jerked his head toward Draven. “He’s stubborn. It takes him a while to figure things out.” Draven clenched his jaw. Nikita couldn’t help teasing him. “You’re not going to deny that?” “No.” His smile lit up the sky. “You saved our lives when you saw me in the waves the day of the storm.” Connor’s solemn expression surprised her. It took a moment for her to figure out what he meant. “You were the silver thing I saw in the waves?” “Our kind has been guiding ships for centuries, leading them to safety.” He blushed slightly. “My pelt turns silver in the light. Draven had lost me in the waves.” That explained why Draven didn’t have many of the common navigation tools she’d come to expect for most sailors. Draven closed his eyes. “I thought I’d lost him.” “Yeah, but you didn’t.” Connor pressed against Draven and they stood there, breathtaking. Nikita blinked away the tears in her eyes. She’d never seen a love like theirs. And they wanted to share it with her? She customize
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swallowed. It would take some getting used to. “Well, we’re even I guess, since you both saved my life last night.” Her head still felt a little woozy from that crack on the skull. They weren’t sure what it was that she hit underwater, but the water crew was investigating it. “Yes, but…” Nikita placed a finger on Draven’s lips. “Hush.” He kissed her finger and Connor moved around them, circling in the water. Connor wrapped his arms around her from behind, lending his strength to her. She welcomed it, absorbing the heat from his skin. “I have a favorite spot I want to show you.” Nikita sighed in contentment. “I’m game.” Both men laughed and pulled her into the water, stripping her clothes off as they went. Connor brushed her nipples in light, seemingly random caresses. Draven stroked her newly bared skin, alternately rubbing and lightly scratching to drive her crazy. “What does taking off my clothes have to do with the view?” Nikita let Draven wrap her bare legs around his still-clothed waist. “You’re part of the view, love.” Draven’s half smile loosened the ache on her heart from the night before. Nikita kissed him, brushing her tongue against his lips. They opened under her touch, letting her fully taste the darker man’s heated flavor. She cradled his face between shaking hands. Someone moaned and she deepened the kiss, caressing Draven’s cheeks with light brushes of her thumbs. A nip on her shoulder brought a shiver of awareness. Connor’s warm hands wrapped around her waist. “Lie back against me,” he whispered in her ear. Draven pressed soft kisses over her ribs, letting Connor take her in his arms. She lay back against Connor’s hard chest. Water supported her weight, leaving her floating in bliss. Draven’s wicked tongue and mouth teased its way down her stomach. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. Her tongue darted out to moisten dry lips. Draven’s grin was her only warning before he lifted her hips and pulled her pussy to his mouth. The water lapped against the curve of her ass and still covered her back. Draven licked her clit and Nikita thrashed. The intensity was too much! Connor’s hold tightened. One hand held her still while the other ran lightly down her side, leaving chills in its wake. She clenched, wanting to be filled, needing sex. Draven nuzzled her, inhaling her scent before licking her slit. Nikita gasped, keeping her body from arching. Connor kissed her neck, whispering hot and delicious things to her in a mix of English and what she now knew to be the selkie language. He thrust his tongue into her hot core and she whimpered. Draven continued his onslaught, alternately licking and lightly scraping his teeth against her clit. Connor’s hand slid up her body and under her breast, holding the heavy weight in his hand. “Draven loves to taste your sweet pussy.” He nipped at her neck and she arched against him. “Watching him taste you is so fucking hot.” She gripped his head, pushing his mouth against her now fevered skin. Draven slipped two fingers in her drenched channel, stroking against her sweet spot. His teeth scraped against her clit in aching torment and she cried out. Her orgasm rose and he showed no mercy, pounding his fingers into her, sending her over the edge with each rasp of his tongue against her clit. “Come for us, Nikita.” Connor’s wicked command threw her over the edge. Connor fisted her hair, turning her head to cover her mouth with his, drowning her cries behind his skillful tongue. Draven continued his sensual onslaught, drawing another orgasm from her still quivering pussy. “We’re here,” Draven said, pulling her back into his arms. Nikita wrapped around his body and sighed. This was definitely heaven. Nikita looked around through a haze of contentment. A rock stood in the shadow of a cave, the tilt reminding her of a lounge chair, long and sleek, and from the way Connor hopped up on the rock, well used. At some point he must have gotten naked, although she customize
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long and sleek, and from the way Connor hopped up on the rock, well used. At some point he must have gotten naked, although she couldn’t figure out when that could have been. The selkie’s thick cock twitched against his stomach with a small shimmer of precum on his creamy skin. Draven pushed them toward the selkie, gliding through the water like he owned it. Peace touched his face and all signs of the anger and fury were missing. “How long had it been since you swam in the ocean?” He looked down at her. “Not since my rescue.” She held him close. “I love everything about you.” He pulled her tight against his chest. “You are a miracle to us, doctor. A woman who loves us, one we love in return. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to my people, not often.” She kissed his lips, sipping from them in gentle caresses. Draven drifted them toward the rock. Connor’s hands slipped under her arms and before she knew it she was in his embrace, water dripping over the rock and onto Connor. She loved it, lying against his fully naked and luscious body. Connor ran light fingers through her hair, earning a sultry moan from her throat. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, rubbing her thumb against the sensitive purple head. The liquid of his precum spread beneath her caress. Connor’s eyes rolled and he groaned. Draven rose from the water and pressed against her back. The heat from their bodies surrounded and comforted Nikita like nothing ever before. “I love you both,” she whispered. “We love you too, sweet doctor.” Connor’s odd inflection thickened and he touched her hips. “Are you still sore?” Soft touches against her scalp had her hissing between her teeth. Dizziness from the pain threatened to overwhelm her. Draven muttered something dark and menacing in his language and Connor laughed. He tucked her against his chest. Draven’s body pressed against her, giving comfort. “She’s okay, just give me a second.” It was a moment before Nikita felt warm heat seep through her hair to the scalp. “What is that?” Soft fingers massaged her head and she winced, groaning at one particular press of a knuckle. “It’s my oil, sweet,” Connor replied. In moments the dizziness subsided and her breathing came easier. Nikita relaxed against Connor and he began spreading out from her head injury, easing the oil into the tight muscles around it. “Does it hurt anymore?” Draven ran fingernails down her back, leaving sizzling trails of awareness in their wake. Nikita grinned and arched off Connor’s chest. “No.” Hell no! She was more than ready to take her men. She rubbed the head of Connor’s cock against her aching core, caressing it against her slit. Their moans echoed across the water and she eased down his shaft until she’d taken every inch. Draven pressed against her shoulders, pushing her down to lie chest to chest with Connor. She tucked her head against him, trembling, unable to move. Draven’s fingers swirled the rim of her ass. The warmth of selkie oil seeped into her skin and she felt an awakening tingle of lust shoot within. She shifted against Connor and he moaned, grabbed her arms. “Stay still, love, or I’ll be done before we begin.” Nikita trembled from the effort of holding her body perfectly still. Draven pressed against her hole and she relaxed her muscles. His finger slipped inside and she whimpered in wicked torment. He stretched her slightly and pressed against Connor’s cock with only the thin wall separating them. Nikita bucked and Connor hissed. “Gods dammit, Draven. What the fuck?” customize
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Draven chuckled. “I love it when I get him like that.” He removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his dick at her entrance. She shivered and raked her teeth against Connor’s skin. Draven eased the head of his dick past the resistant muscle, taking care not to push too quickly. The friction did wicked things to Nikita’s pussy, increasing the ache until it sang through her blood. He pressed all the way in, tight against her ass. Their breaths mixed with the ocean’s sounds. She felt stuffed and her pussy and ass wanted some serious sex. Nikita shifted to ease the driving ache and they both moaned. Connor gripped her hips and Draven pressed her back against Connor’s chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, love. Please don’t move.” Draven pulled out slowly, achingly, with pressure against Connor’s cock. Nikita cried out and Draven slammed back home. They all moaned and Draven did it again, and again. Connor and Nikita could only hold on to one another as Draven rode them both, fucking her until she screamed, and taking Connor with them. Draven followed close behind and they lay like that for some time. It wasn’t until they were cleaning themselves up on the way back to the shore house that Connor asked the question. “So, what are you going to do now?” “Well, I’m glad you asked. You see, I have this book I need to write.” She turned and grinned at both of them. “It involves every product at Rookery Cove, but I need test subjects.” She waved her hand toward the island. “Do you know anyone who’d be interested in helping me try out each product?” Draven laughed and picked her up, swinging her around on the beach. “I might know one or two.” “Perfect,” she said. And meant it.
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Dawn Montgomery Writing is a driving passion for Dawn Montgomery. She’s told stories her entire life and has no intention of slowing down any time soon. Dawn’s world is hectic and it reflects in her tales. Reflection comes later, when you get a chance to breathe. Aside from caring for her family, telling a great story is the most important thing to her and she loves hearing from her readers. You can learn more about Dawn by visiting her website at http://www.dawnmontgomery.com, and reach her at
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