Elven Surrender

Chapter Three

Nothing could have made Wraith look away as Silver freed the buttons on her shirt with fingers that trembled slightly. The scent of her arousal was headier than the most exotic and rare of the blossoms in his bathing room, and yet it was the sight of her bravery mixed with nervousness that pierced him, enthralled him.

Her vulnerability, the hint of fear she held because of their magic, her ignorance of what she was and who they were was an aphrodisiac. He’d coupled with women before, more of them than he cared to remember and none he considered other than a casual interlude.

They’d all been elves, coolly beautiful, confident elegant females who’d hoped to form a political alliance on behalf of their families or who’d hoped to rise above their caste by snaring him as a husband. The passion had been orchestrated, contained, civilized.

It would be different with Silver. She didn’t know the rules of elven society, the customs deemed necessary among a race of people whose life spans were measured in centuries rather than decades.

He’d never encountered an elfling raised among humans before, never considered how freeing it might be. The few he’d met had been raised in enclaves, elf in upbringing and only waiting for the mark to appear so they could be changed.

His body tightened as Silver’s shirt fell away and she slowly began unwinding the band of cloth used to bind her breasts. His cock throbbed so fiercely he could barely tolerate the feel of his trousers against it.

Wraith forced himself to take a deep breath. He gripped his penis through the fabric of his pants and resisted the urge to free himself.

When she was naked, he would order Silver to kneel at his feet and finish undressing him. He’d watch her storm-cloud eyes darken with lust as she obeyed him.

Everything about her, from the way she glanced at him through lowered eyelashes to the way she responded when he kissed her, told him she would accept his dominance.

The thought of a submissive woman sent icy-hot lust pulsing through his shaft. It was a fantasy he’d never permitted himself to explore with any female—until now.

As the cloth fell away and Silver’s breasts were revealed in the candlelight, Wraith was filled with animal hunger. Her dark nipples made him want to bite and suck, to kiss down her flat belly and rip her pants off so he could wallow in the scent of her.

He wasn’t alone.

Next to him, Tynan’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession. He’d already freed the closure of his trousers.

A low moan escaped from his brother and Wraith looked up to see Silver’s eyes measuring Tynan, her lips glistening as if she’d licked them at the sight of his engorged cock.

Her fingers lingered at the waistband of the sleek leather pants she was wearing. A hesitant, almost shy expression formed on her face.

Wraith’s cock jerked, leaked. “Take them off,” he ordered.

Silver’s cunt spasmed with Wraith’s command. She rubbed her fingers along her waistband, finding comfort in the subtle stroking of her abdomen.

She hadn’t anticipated them following her into the bathing chamber, hadn’t imagined herself stripping in front of them. It excited her, and yet at the same time she was nervous. With other lovers there’d been foreplay, heated touches so even before they saw her cunt they were prepared for the bare, smooth skin.

She had no idea what elves found appealing. But the thought of Wraith or Tynan going soft with disgust was a blow she didn’t want to sustain.

A needy whimper escaped when Tynan stepped into her and his cock pressed against her belly. He cupped her breasts and kissed her softly, repeatedly.

Arousal escaped from the head of his penis. It wet her skin like a sensuous lick.

“I’ll help you,” he whispered, his hands leaving her breasts in order to glide down her sides and over to the fastening of her pants.

Silver put her hands on Tynan’s chest. The rapid beat of his heart matched her own. She met his eyes though she remained very aware of Wraith only a step away, waiting for her to obey him.

Exquisite need rolled through her when Tynan loosened her pants enough to slip his hand inside and cup her mound. Her confidence returned in rush with his low moan, with the desire she saw on his face as he petted her smooth flesh and ran his fingers through her slick heat.

“You’re walking a dangerous line between assistance and interference, brother,” Wraith said, his voice holding both menace and warning. “I told her to strip.”

Tynan circled her engorged knob, coated it with her arousal before reluctantly removing his hand from her pants and kneeling at her feet. Without a word he unlaced her soft ankle-high boots and slipped them from her feet.

She’d never thought of her feet as erotic, but his touch made her vitally aware of how sensitive they were. When he shackled her ankles in his warm hands, she felt bound to him.

He and Wraith were beautiful, exotic, magic given perfect form and breathtaking features. In her most private fantasies she’d never imagined being desired by elves.

“Do as my brother commanded,”Tynan said, stroking his thumbs over the inside of her ankles, the heat of his palms traveling through her veins and making her cunt lips swell and part even further.

Silver’s gaze met Wraith’s. She opened her pants further then pushed them off her hips along with her underwear, let them fall to where they were greeted by Tynan’s hands.

As she stepped out of them she reveled at the way Wraith’s dark, dark eyes found her bare pussy and remained there. She thrilled at the way his face tightened when Tynan’s hands settled on her hips and he leaned forward to nuzzle and lick at her woman’s folds.

Silver whimpered and spread her legs willingly for Tynan’s wet kiss and probing tongue. Her fingers anchored themselves in his shiny black hair as she gave herself up to an eroticism she’d only dreamed about, having one man pleasure her with his mouth as another watched and hungered.

Tynan’s cock pulsed and throbbed against his belly. Streaks of fiery lust racked his testicles as his heart thundered in his ears and he struggled for breath.

She was slick arousal and silky sensation, so intoxicating that every second he lingered between her thighs he risked coating his stomach with seed as he did when he dreamed about her. Nothing had prepared him for how thoroughly he wanted to surrender himself to her.

Years of loneliness, of waiting, of feeling isolated fell away as he inhaled her scent and thrust his tongue into her slit. She was his. Theirs. And tonight he intended to pleasure her with his mouth, with his cock, with everything he was—to give himself to Silver and at the same time forge a bond with both her and Wraith that would last for centuries.

Reluctantly he forced his mouth away from her erect clit and wet folds. He wanted to be the one to claim her cries of release, to feel her channel spasm around his tongue. But honor and instinct demanded that he and Wraith share her first orgasm.

Somehow he managed to get to his feet, to shed his boots and trousers. He took his cock in hand and groaned when Silver’s eyes darkened at the sight of him gripping himself, alternating between fucking through his fist and holding himself tightly lest he come.

His buttocks clenched when Wraith ordered her to her knees and she went willingly, obediently. He couldn’t look away when she peeled his brother’s trousers down.

Wraith’s cock was beaded with arousal, the veins on the underside thick. Tynan expected his brother to demand that Silver suck his penis into the dark heat of her mouth.

Their eyes met, clashed. He saw in Wraith the same battle he’d fought, to be the first to have her, to not only demand Silver’s surrender but to surrender himself to her.

Their race wasn’t psychic, but in that instant he and Wraith reached an unspoken agreement. Tonight they would concentrate on pleasuring her, on seducing her so thoroughly that when the moment of change came, she wouldn’t resent them for making her elf.

They would allow the night to proceed seamlessly, without judgment, without trying to selfishly make and hoard pieces of it for themselves. Once she was theirs—elven—there would be centuries in which to make private memories with her.

Wraith ordered her to remove his boots so he could step out of his trousers. She ducked her head, attended to the task with submissive, alluring grace.

It wasn’t a fantasy of Tynan’s, to command a woman, but as he watched his brother dominate her, his cock grew harder and his balls tighter. He imagined himself ordering her to bathe him, to glide soapy hands over every inch of his skin before he relented and did the same to her.

A shudder went through him. He was too close to coming to play with her in the sunken tub now, but later, after they’d experienced the first rush of passion… Later he’d slip into the heated water with her and give himself over to her care.

His brother’s face tightened in struggle. His hands remained clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to clutch her silky hair in his fists and hold her in position while her lips and tongue kissed and laved his rigid cock.

Witha casualness he didn’t feel, Tynan reached over and removed a segment of the vine grown specifically to serve as a hair tie. He braided his long hair then sat on the edge of the sunken tub before slipping into it. The heat of the water made him shudder and long for Silver’s sheath. He took himself in hand again and watched as Wraith lost his battle for control.

Wraith could barely keep himself from shaking under the onslaught of lust assailing him. He felt like a stallion in the presence of a mare, snorting, quivering with the need to mount her and thrust his penis into her slick channel.

“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered, unable to stop himself from spearing his fingers through her hair.

His hips jerked when Silver’s tongue darted out to wet the lips he urgently needed to feel on his cock. The glances she was giving him from underneath her eyelashes had his heart pounding, his breath coming in little more than pants.

“Put your mouth on me,” he repeated, tightening his grip on her hair—a silent threat that he’d force her even though they both knew it wouldn’t be necessary.

She took him in her hands first, encircled his penis with one while the other cupped his heavy testicles. Wraith’s hips bucked, once, twice as he fucked through her fingers in a desperate attempt to get to her mouth.

A groan of pleasure erupted when she finally obeyed and took the tip of his cock between her lips. He nearly went to his knees when her tongue washed over the smooth head before probing the slit.

“More,” he said, uncaring how close he sounded to begging, how desperately he needed her.

Silver had never felt so full of feminine power, so alive and desirable. She could feel Tynan’s heated gaze roaming over her back and buttocks. She could feel his hunger as he watched her pleasure his brother. Having him witness what she was doing excited her, made her wetter than she’d ever been.

Wraith’s thick cock and dark commands had her cunt spasming and silky moisture coating her inner thighs. She spread her knees, wanted to share her arousal with Tynan.

Her hand prevented Wraith from going deeper into her mouth but he tried to do it anyway. His engorged shaft pushed through her fingers, teased her with the feel of satin over steel, the hot, summer-wind taste of him.

His cock throbbed against her palm as if his heart had taken up residence there. That she could have this man as her own, even for a night, was an intoxicating thought.

With a moan she began sucking, laving him with her tongue.

Wraith’s reaction was immediate, intense. “Yes,” he panted, buttocks clenching as he doubled over and began thrusting with each pull of her mouth.

She took as much of him as she could, reveled in the sound of his harsh breathing and groans of pleasure. It was raw emotion and naked passion, unlike anything she’d ever experienced with another man.

His fingers left her hair to roam over her back then around to cup her breasts and take possession of her nipples. He was rough, dominant, his fingers reclaiming the control so she sucked in the rhythm he set, whimpered and hungered for what he was willing to give her.

Tynan left the water, drawn by the sight of Silver’s swollen folds and wet inner thighs. He no longer cared if he disgraced himself by coating his belly with his own seed. He couldn’t stay away.

Wraith’s face was a mask of agonized pleasure. A light sheen of sweat coated his chest as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

For a split second Tynan wanted to rip Silver away from Wraith’s cock. Instead he tightened his grip on his shaft and promised himself that later he’d know the feel of her lips and tongue on his penis.

Satisfaction rippled through him when he cupped her mound with his hand and was welcomed with a rush of liquid arousal. She rubbed against him like cat greeting a favored companion. He stroked her engorged clit then thrust into her with his fingers, allowing Wraith to control the rhythm as her sultry heat burned him and her sheath clung to him.

Silver moaned and whimpered. Her world was reduced to hot sensation and erotic need as lust pulsed from her lips to her cunt in a nearly unbearable sexual current beginning with Wraith and ending with Tynan.

She sucked harder on Wraith’s cock, took him all the way to the back of her throat as she thrust against Tynan’s fingers, fucked herself on them until she swallowed Wraith’s release before finding her own.

Tynan grimaced as he looked down at his abdomen and chest. In the moment Wraith came in her mouth, the hot wash of his seed had erupted as well.

He plucked another piece of vine then gathered Silver’s hair. When it was braided he lifted her into his arms and got into the tub with her, letting the water carry away the evidence of passion.

His heart sang at the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and settled on his lap, content to let him care for her. “Stay,” he said, plucking a small blue fruit from a vine and crushing it in his palm to make soap.

Silver laughed. “Not you too. One dominant male in the room is enough.”

Wraith selected a yellow fruit before joining them in the water. Amusement lightened his features. “Then I’ll say it, ‘Stay’.”

I could get used to this, Silver thought as they bathed her, refusing to let her do it.

Don’t think like that, her heart warned, reminding her it would be foolish to dream of anything more, to expect anything more. If The Mark was indeed a portent signifying that The Goddess intended her to walk a different life path than the one she’d trained for, then there would no doubt be another sign providing direction—but it wouldn’t lead to them.

Even if she wasn’t a witch ready to go through the Rite of New Beginnings and gain a territory to serve, there was no future to be had with Wraith and Tynan. Elves were clannish, secretive. They let few outsiders into their world. And though she’d traded with some of them and enjoyed the exchange, the attitude of the females at the club was far more common.

It doesn’t matter. Enjoy the here and now. Enjoy them until tomorrow night, she told herself, thoughts of the future falling away along with the bath water when Tynan rose with her in his arms.

Carefree joy filled her heart when Wraith summoned a hot breeze to swirl around them and dry their skin. Anticipation built with each caress of heated air and at the way Wraith’s eyes roved over her hungrily.

“I’m ready for bed now,” she whispered, wanting to witness the effect her words would have on them.

The breeze fell away abruptly, only a breath faster than it took Tynan to carry her to the low bed and place her on it. She moaned when he came down next to her and claimed her mouth in a kiss that left her twisting, pressing against him in an effort to get him to cover her body with his and thrust into her.

Wraith joined them. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the mattress with one of his hands while the other slid over her abdomen on its way to her cunt. Silver arched and spread her thighs when his fingers found her, rubbed over her swollen labia and throbbing clit.

“Please,” she begged the moment Tynan lifted his mouth from hers.

Tynan felt close to begging himself. He was overwhelmed, torn by conflicting desires, wanting to experience all of her at once.

When Wraith claimed her mouth Tynan gave into the driving need to explore her breasts. He slid down until he could capture a dark nipple in his mouth.

Her moan of pleasure was a siren song. He licked, laved, suckled hungrily as his hand joined Wraith’s between her thighs.

She was so wet, so responsive, so purely passionate. There was no subterfuge, no ambition guiding her reactions. What she gave them, she gave freely in response to the pleasure she found in being with them.

His penis throbbed urgently against his belly. Arousal beaded on the tip. He wouldn’t coat himself with seed, not again. The next time he came it would be in Silver’s slick channel or welcoming mouth.

Lust roared through his veins like molten lava, like stone melted in heat so intense it couldn’t be survived. He wanted her, needed her. In a moment it would be him begging, him whispering please over and over again.

The image of her plump, flushed folds filled his thoughts. The desire to finish what he’d begun earlier drew him away from her nipple. He wanted to taste her release and feel her orgasm against his lips and tongue.

Wraith yielded her sheath as soon as Tynan got there. His arousal-coated fingers claimed the nipple Tynan abandoned, squeezing it in time to the thrust of his tongue.

Silver burned from the inside out. Wraith’s dominant claiming of her mouth and breast had coils of lust tightening in her belly. Tynan’s hungry assault on her cunt had her crying with need.

She didn’t stand a chance against them. There was no place to hide from the pleasure, no cell in her body that could resist their demand to yield, to give herself over to pure sensation and let them witness her release.

Wraith’s tongue thrust in and out of her mouth with the same unrelenting determination as Tynan’s fucked into her slit. They drove her up and over until one orgasm after another rippled through her and she was left limp, sated, content—until she saw their cocks.

They were both fully engorged, the veins on the undersides standing out stark against the steel of their shafts, the heads purpled and glistening. When she licked her upper lip, remembering the silky texture and summer storm taste of Wraith, another bead of arousal appeared and pressed a wet kiss to his belly.

A shudder of need passed through Tynan as her gaze settled on him. He was on his hands and knees, crawling up from her cunt, his testicles hanging huge and heavy between his thighs, his penis a hard line against his muscled abdomen.

The sight made her sheath spasm. A shiver of remembered orgasm passed through her and she wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her, to take his cock in her mouth and love him with her lips and tongue until he knew the ecstasy of release.

Wraith still held her wrists pinned to the mattress. His hand remained possessively on her breast. His dark eyes were hard with the promise of more dominance.

A lightning strike of erotic desire whipped through Silver, striking her clit and making it pulse. “Let me have Tynan while you fuck me,” she whispered.

Wraith’s eyes flashed, a carnal storm in pitch-black night. “You heard her, brother,” he said, then wrenched Silver up and positioned her on her hands and knees.