Elven Surrender

Chapter Five

Wraith shifted Silver from his lap and onto the hidden ledge. When he stood, her breath caught. With the water lapping at his thighs, he looked like a pagan god rising from the sea of creation.

His cock glistened, hard and wet, ready for her. “Let me take you with my mouth,” she said, and his breathing grew unsteady. His fist clenched at his sides.

“No,” he panted. “Put your knees on the ledge and lean over the edge of the tub.”

Silver obeyed instantly, spreading her thighs without being told so he could see her flushed, parted folds and exposed slit.

She expected him to immediately thrust into her, to shove all the way in with a single stroke. Instead he palmed her buttocks, gripped them possessively as his thumbs glided along the flesh on either side of her back entrance.

The touch was darkly carnal, forbidden, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable, aroused despite the hint of erotic fear curling in her belly. “Have you ever known a man here?” he asked, rubbing a thumb over the pucker of her anus.

She jerked in reaction, felt her channel flood with moisture even as she fought the impulse to close her thighs and sink into the water. A whimper escaped when he circled the rim of her back entrance. “No,” she whispered.

“Then Tynan will prepare you so I can take you here.”

Wraith leaned down, kissed and licked the base of her spine. “Later we’ll fuck you together. Would you like that? Do you want our cocks inside you at the same time?”

“Yes.”

There was no hiding how much she wanted it. It was in her voice, in the arousal-scented air around them, in the way the small tremors ran through her.

Tynan returned the brush he’d been using on Silver’s hair to an artfully concealed storage area among a collection of rocks and small sculpted bushes. Wraith’s eye for subtle design pleased him and at another time he’d enjoy studying the intricacies of the bathing chamber. But at the moment he could only look away from Silver long enough to locate the small pearl-like beads filled with a lubricating substance.

He plucked one of them and rolled it between his fingers. His cock throbbed when his gaze shifted to Silver’s smooth buttocks and the tiny rosette waiting for him.

Tynan shuddered. He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and run his tongue through her wet slit.

He wanted to suck on her lower lips and clit, to fuck her repeatedly with his tongue and hear her sweet cries of surrender. Instead he crushed the bead as Wraith’s hands returned to caress her buttocks and hold them open.

Tynan rimmed her back entrance with his fingers, coated her opening in preparation for Wraith to take her. It was beyond erotic, beyond anything he’d ever imagined—to share a woman this way, to intimately ready her for pleasure with another man.

He didn’t care that Wraith would be the first to take her virgin orifice. Though they’d been strangers before, now they were bound by more than the shared goal of restoring harmony and prosperity to the border region they’d rule together. They were bound to a woman, their future tied irrevocably to hers once she became elf.

It was different for elflings raised in an enclave. Though their magic was as weak as a human witch or warlock’s, they were taught the words and gestures necessary to control their power once they passed from half human to fully elf.

Silver was full of wild magic. It was no small matter to see an elfling raised among humans through the change. Because she hadn’t been taken in as an infant or small child, she hadn’t gone through the necessary welcoming rites.

When she arrived at the Cusp of Change, he and Wraith would have to bind their magic to hers as they triggered the spell making her elf. It was a joining that couldn’t be undone, a safeguard built into their race.

If other elves had seen the mark on Silver’s palm they would have left her to become fully human. But as Tynan worked a lubricated finger into her back entrance, he felt a sureness that went soul deep. This was meant to be. She was meant for them.

The magic was building inside her. It was like a flame licking over him, filling his cock and testicles and heart—ready to rush in and consume him but in the process make him whole. When he and Wraith took her together and called the spell, earth, wind and fire would meld together in a passionate conflagration.

He captured his cock with his free hand, stroked it from base to tip as he worked another finger into Silver. Her moans filled the bathing chamber and were joined by the sounds his own rough, fast breathing. The way she rocked back and forth, wanted this as desperately as he and Wraith, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any produced by a spell.

Heat rolled off Wraith. Muscles flexed in his arms with the strain of watching. When Silver began begging, asking to be fucked, Tynan knew his brother wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

“Enough,” Wraith said and Silver closed her eyes in anticipation. She’d dreamed about being taken like this, of being readied for two lovers.

A whimper escaped as Tynan’s fingers left her and Wraith’s cock head pressed against her opening. He was silky heat, velvety steel.

She pushed back on him, enticed him, felt thrilled when his breath became ragged as he slowly penetrated her. Fire burned up her spine and settled in her nipples. For an instant she wished they were in the bedroom so she could lower her chest and rub the pebbled tips of her breasts against the bedding. But then Tynan was out of the water and kneeling in front of her, cupping her, tweaking the hard points between his fingers, tugging at nipples made more tender by the suckling they’d received.

Lust shuddered through her, not only from the dark carnality of Wraith’s penis claiming her, but from the sight of Tynan’s cock and heavy balls, from the feel of his hands on her breasts and Wraith’s on her pussy. She took Tynan in her mouth, moaned against his hard flesh as Wraith seated himself fully.

The fire quenched earlier returned in a rush, burning hotter, fiercer, demanding even more from her. It roared, so loud she couldn’t hear her heartbeat, couldn’t think as Wraith began moving, fucking in and out of her forbidden entrance.

She felt more powerful each time Wraith thrust, each time she sucked hungrily on Tynan’s cock. The passion built, filled her like gathered magic.

Their ragged panting and moans became the words of a spell. Wraith’s fingers circling, stroking, tugging on her clit became the trigger. She came before they did, clenched and shuddered then reveled in the sounds of their shouts of release as they gave her their essence.

Afterward they settled in the heated water of the tub. Wraith took her hand and turned it over so The Mark was visible.

Fear whispered through Silver. It was even darker, even more pronounced, as if her future was being branded into her palm.

He traced it with his thumb, opened his mouth to say something but before he could speak an unnatural wind poured into the bathing chamber.

“Trespasser?”Tynan asked.

In answer Wraith released her hand so his own could trace patterns in the air. The motions were accompanied by words spoken in a language she’d never heard.

The surface of the water in front of them silvered like a mirror used for scrying, then filled with the image of her cousin standing in a small clearing. Silver gasped when Wraith’s hands moved as he began a new spell. She grabbed his wrists to still their motion, scared of the expression on his face.

“Please don’t punish her for trespassing. That’s Joelle. My cousin.”

The darkness cleared from Wraith’s face like a wind chasing away a storm. He twisted in her grip so his fingers encircled her wrists. Heat flared between them. Her pulse thundered against his palms just as his pulse throbbed against hers—beating together as though they were connected by something deeper than lust.

She felt his smile. It flowed into her like a summer breeze.

He leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss. “Do not fear for your cousin. Her trespass is forgiven if worry for you brings her into elven lands.”

Their hands fell away though immediately Silver sought renewed contact. She found Wraith and Tynan’s thighs underneath the water and smoothed over their muscles as she studied the images captured by Wraith’s scrying spell.

Joelle looked frantic. It surprised Silver, and humbled her. Despite having been raised together, she and Joelle had never been as close as sisters.

Early on, before puberty, she’d been the stronger witch and Joelle had resented her for it. But after puberty, when Joelle’s abilities grew until she became the more powerful one, they’d lived peacefully together.

They spent a great deal of time with one another though they didn’t exchange secrets. Joelle seemed to relish the task of helping Silver learn spells she’d already mastered, and in exchange, Silver often accompanied her cousin to clubs.

Silver laughed softly as her hand encountered Wraith and Tynan’s cocks. Every witch’s spell required hard work and discipline, while her ability to attract the opposite sex with her elven looks came easily and grew more pronounced each year. Not only did she attract them for herself, but for anyone she was with, including a cousin who’d been blessed with magic but cursed with a face and figure that didn’t draw men to her.

Now, seeing Joelle’s worried expression and frantic calling, Silver felt a warmth toward her cousin that she’d never felt before. She hadn’t known Joelle was capable of doing a tracking spell, but that she’d done one then followed it onto elven lands… Silver’s eyes teared at the risk Joelle had taken.

“I need to tell her I’m okay,” Silver said, standing, letting her hands trail upward over wonderful masculine flesh because she couldn’t bear to break the contact with Tynan and Wraith.

The mirrorlike surface of the water dissolved, taking the scene with it as Wraith and Tynan also stood. The three of them got out of the water and once again Wraith called a warm wind to dry them off before they went to the bedroom.

Silver tugged on her leather pants and shirt, not bothering with undergarments. Wraith and Tynan pulled on their trousers as she laced her boots. When they remained barefooted she said, “You’re staying here?”

Tynan knelt. His warm hands cupped her face. “You’ll return?”

All it took was a touch, a look, and longing filled her, need. The thought of leaving them at all, even for just a few minutes was unbearable. The thought of leaving them for good—

“Yes.” She forced herself to make light of the ache filling her, to see only the immediate future. “Wraith promised the two of you would fuck me at the same time. I’m going to hold him to his word.”

Tynan leaned in and kissed her, a slow thorough twining of tongues. “It would be best if we weren’t seen,” he said when his mouth left hers. “No human is supposed to leave our lands unpunished if they’re caught.”

Silver laughed and glanced up at Wraith. “I can see your point,” she teased. “Your woods would be full of trespassers if each of them had to pay the same penalty I’ve had to pay.”

Wraith pulled her to her feet and gave her a punishing kiss. Every possessive cell in his body argued against letting her go alone, but Tynan was right. It would be better if she soothed her cousin’s fears then quickly sent her on her way. The magic in Silver was almost at its peak, almost ready to be called by the spell that would change her.

Worry and fear squeezed his heart until it raced. He realized in that instant that he wanted to give Silver a choice about the future. Yet there was none. She was destined to be his wife and Tynan’s, to aid them in returning harmony and prosperity to the southern borderlands.

“Go,” he said, stepping away from her.

Reluctantly Silver left the bedroom. Thoughts of her cousin made her want to hurry but the desire to remain with Tynan and Wraith slowed her. She felt caught in quicksand, as though the magic she’d possessed before The Mark was trapped inside her rather than gone, entwined with Tynan and Wraith’s and desperately struggling to keep her with them.

The sensation was so real that her heart worked hard in her chest and her lungs labored for air. She stopped halfway into the living room, paused to catch her breath and fight the nameless panic filling her.

Silver tried to use the beauty surrounding her to regain control of her frantically racing heart. The carved chess sets soothed her, as did the image of Wraith hunched over, patiently carving the intricate pieces. But when she saw the partially finished statue on a table, her calm was shattered by its likeness to her.

“I’ve dreamed of you,”Tynan said, kissing the side of her neck. “Wraith found you another way. Come back and we’ll show you a different path than the one you’ve always thought to walk.”

Tears flooded her eyes. Both men groaned and crowded in, kissing the moisture away, holding her until the riot of her emotions settled. She wanted to stay, to give in to the hope blossoming in her chest but concern for Joelle forced her out of their arms.

“I’ll just go to the clearing, then come right back to you.”

The door opened at Wraith’s command. Beyond it, the wall of trees and brush parted to reveal a path. Silver kissed both men before hurrying away while she had the will to do it.

“I don’t like this,”Tynan said as the path closed behind her.

“Neither do I.”

They remained where they were standing, struggling against the urge to follow her. Finally Wraith turned. He motioned to an elegantly crafted mirror mounted on the wall. “We can watch her from here.”

“Thank the Goddess,”Joelle cried as soon as Silver stepped into the tiny clearing. “Oh, thank the Goddess.”

Silver staggered backward when her cousin launched herself. She wrapped her arms around Joelle, returning the unexpected hug with an equally fierce one.

She was reeling with emotion, her mind spinning from what she’d read into Tynan’s confession and Wraith’s carving.

Did it mean what she thought it did? Could they possibly have a future together?

Only the wetness of Joelle’s tears had the power to draw Silver’s mind away from thoughts of Wraith and Tynan. “I’m okay,” she said, giving her cousin another hug before disengaging.

“You have The Mark?”Joelle asked, her features drawn, her hands clenched at her sides in tight fists.

“Yes.” Silver turned her hand over to expose the circular pattern.

Joelle sobbed. “Oh Goddess, forgive me,” she said, grabbing Silver’s hand and holding a medallion between their palms.