Escape to the Sea (Tangled Hearts #1)

Chapter 18 A Date with Desire

Ephraim

Tommy stares at me, his star bright eyes fixed on me as though he might pounce on me himself. But the rest of him is wound tight, restrained. The apple of his throat bobs as he swallows slowly, his shoulders tense.

It seems silly to try and fight this now, especially after that bath, the way his eyes roved over me. The way Atrea taunted and teased with that wanting gleam in her eye. How sensual they were with each other. It’s obvious they know each other’s bodies intimately, taking pleasure in mere touch and routine. I wanted to join then; I wish I had. I won’t waste this opportunity now.

Atrea sides up to Tommy, the fabric shifting around her breasts in a way that is impossible to look away from and whispers something in his ear. It’s too low for me to catch, but his expression changes into a desperate pleading. I can’t help myself as I slide into his lap. He’s so tall and broad, but in this moment, he seems more subservient, as though being dangled on a leash.

I don’t bother with pretense as I run my hands up the work of art that is his chest. His breath hitches but he’s still so, so restrained. I look at him straight in the eyes and breathe, “Kiss me, Tomlyn.”

His mouth slams into mine with a loud, wanton moan. My arms wrap around him, grasp at his back as his powerful arms near grapple me in a crushing hold. One of his hands rips the ties holding my hair in the neat bun, his fingers entrenching firmly in my wet curls while the other presses against my back.

I’ve never been kissed like this before in my life—like he’s drowning and trying to pull the life from me, the air from my lungs.

Atrea places a light kiss on my shoulder, her hands running slowly over the fabric barely covering my sides. I gasp for air and she doesn’t waste the opportunity, pulling my face from Tomlyn and capturing my mouth for her own. She tastes sweet still, like the grape from before, but her hands are over my chest, roaming downward.

Her hands pause in their motion, and my eyes flutter open to see her face in pure bliss, Tomlyn staring at her heatedly, a wispy hand made from shadow rolling over her thigh. It’s odd but there’s something even more erotic about seeing her in this tantalizing sheer gown, being pleasured, than seeing her naked in the baths. I shift from Tomlyn’s grasp to watch her, enraptured.

Her nipples seem to stand out more and I’m lowering my mouth to her breast before I realize what I’m doing. Even through the sheer fabric, she tastes soft in my mouth. I suck a little and she lets out a small whimper.

“Fuck,” Tommy breathes, almost sounding dazed.

I suck harder, my tongue flicking against the peaked mound as she whimpers again, her hips rocking as Tommy works her more, high-pitched and needy, and I drag my teeth along the fabric, wanting, needing to taste her in full. She gasps and her body shudders, then sags a little, a dreamy expression on her face.

“One,” Tomlyn chuckles.

Then his gaze goes back to me. Before I know it, my mouth is back on his while my hands slide under his robe and shove it off his shoulders. He groans again and I take the opportunity to push him back against the pillows.

I start to lean over him, but he pushes me up, taking the center loop tie holding my garment together and with a solid yank rips it apart. I swallow, staring, frozen, nothing working the way it should anymore, consumed with how much I want to be smothered by this elf, taken in and—

Atrea moves behind me and lets out a breathy laugh, her hands shoving the fabric off of me. She doesn’t leave me alone for long as her warm, nimble hands return to my back, my chest, before sliding down to toy with the hem of my thin trousers. Looking down, it’s clear that I’m enjoying all of this.

“These next,” she purrs in my ear. I shiver at her hot breath against my skin, but her words aren’t for me.

Tommy, his smug, cocky, dashing grin renders me all but useless as he skims his fingertips down my chest lightly. It’s a miserable tease and I bite my lip to prevent the low moan that rises in me. When his fingers reach my trousers, he pauses and I suck in a breath. Surely he can’t rip this fabric too? It’s not like it’s easy—

His arms flex, the muscles bulging as he takes the pants and tears down as easily as if he were ripping a sheaf of parchment. I emit some kind of guttural noise in shock, in pleasure, at his sheer prowess, the fabric ruined, my erection projecting out for all of us to see. Behind me, Atrea’s hold on me tightens as she sucks in a quick breath.

He looks at me, behind me to Atrea, to the both of us. “Mother’s gifts,” he winks. “Cool, yes?”

“Hot,” I blurt. “Hot and so help me if you don’t—”

Tomlyn grabs my cock, his hand seemingly covering the length of my shaft, and this time I do groan, heat flaring through my body. I all but melt against Atrea as Tomlyn manhandles me, his hand working me expertly. Everything feels so hot and intense: his thumb roving over my tip teasingly, spreading my precome, and Atrea’s nails on my chest, tracing my muscles, playing with my nipples.

I’m being worked up too quickly, but gods, to be handled like this is so damn good I can’t force myself to ask them to stop. Tomlyn leans forward and kisses me, hard and deep. Atrea isn’t far behind, placing a kiss on my shoulder, trailing to my neck. I lose control, my hips bucking as the heat in me seems to burst in a shuddering gasp and then a soft moan.

But Tomlyn’s hand keeps pumping me, slowly, as if to drain me, his mouth on my neck, Atrea still holding me.

“I… oh,” I sigh. They stay like that, letting me come back to my senses, but when I do I realize what happened.

I sit up suddenly, nervous, mortified. “I—Ah, sorry!” I blurt. “I got worked up too quickly but it felt so good and it’s been some time and I–”

“Why are you upset?” Tomlyn asks. “You are cute when you are done.”

“I’m not cute when I come, or I don’t want to be,” I pout.

Tomlyn laughs heartily, and Atrea rests her chin on my shoulder, her fingers tracing circles lightly on my chest. But she doesn’t say anything as he keeps laughing.

“Oh, really now! I–I won’t stand for this!” I protest.

He grins at me. I doubt he’s expecting me to launch myself at him, tackling him down to the pillows. He shuts up quickly after that, letting out another moan against my mouth, his hips grinding against mine. My trousers, or what’s left of them, are stripped from me and we both haphazardly grab at his barely-there shorts.

We both groan at the sensation of his large, thick cock pushing against my flaccid one, his baritone voice cracking slightly against my tenor. But I remember what Atrea said in the bath and I keep moving my hips against his, bringing my tongue to trace the white wispy lines of art on his sculpted chest.

He moans again, letting out a string of words in Kastii but it only encourages me on. Soon, my blood begins to stir again, my cock starting to press into his groin. As far as I know, I’m a normal, functioning half-elf and while I can be roused again during a longer evening of exploration, to be ready now is quite soon. Too soon. Tomlyn’s hand brushes down and I gasp, fully hard again.

He stops and stares at me, open-mouthed, doing the same math that I completed. I hold up my hands as if in defense and hurriedly explain, “Ah, it’s not me. I mean, it is me. I want to be able, quicker, but—”

“The air.” Atrea replies. She’s watching us from one of the nearby cushions, arm propping up her head. Her hand is wafting through the air, through the pink haze. “This is the home of Desire, is it not?”

Tomlyn stares at her in disbelief. Then, his mouth curves into a wicked grin that would have gotten me to full attention if I wasn’t already. “I don’t need to wait to please you?”

She smirks. “No. Do as you please.” He looks back at me, as ravenous as he was looking at the table.

“Good. Let’s… try.” As he speaks, he takes my hand and guides it to his thick, rock-hard length. He hisses as my hand touches his skin, his eyes fluttering. Why didn’t I notice before that he has lovely white lashes? But there’s no time to dwell on it as he lies back down, pulling me over him again. I pump him steadily, enjoying his large girth in my hands, the way he twitches and moans as my lips, my tongue, and my teeth all go back to tracing his lines, nipping and kissing.

“Ah, ngh—A!” He groans, reaching for her. I glance up to see her watching us, eyes half-lidded, with her knee propped up and her hand between her thighs. She gasps softly as her eyes lock with Tomlyn’s, her hand moving slowly at her pleasure, and he lets out what sounds like a frustrated groan.

“To me,” he says, begs, but she smirks, looking on. He lets out another frustrated noise, but I really don’t like him being distracted from the pleasure he should be getting from me . So, I do the reasonable thing and, without any sort of pomp and circumstance, I take his cock into my mouth.

“F-fuck!” he cries in surprise, followed by a low, wanton groan. I don’t even manage to take him in fully before his hips buck up, his come spurting into my mouth. I draw back, coughing a little, not expecting him to finish so quickly, but I recover and give him the same attention he gave me earlier. I languidly roll my tongue over his length, lapping him up and…I don’t think he ever goes completely soft. Gods, what is this magic we’re inhaling?

He sighs in pleasure, near moaning again, “So good.” Then, looking at me, he lets out a breathy laugh. He says something in Kastii then adds in Elvish, “You move like a striker. Bold.”

I look to Atrea, but she’s still occupied, her hand playing between her thighs. But her eye catches mine, hungry, piercing. She slowly sits up, brushing her hair back slowly over her shoulders. She’s still clothed, technically, but her dress is slightly askew, exposing more of her gorgeous lavender skin. I’m vaguely aware of Tomlyn pulling back, but my gaze is stuck on her as she crawls over to me.

The she-wolf on the prowl doesn’t even hesitate as she shoves me back. Predatory. Hungry. Wanting. I shiver under the wolf’s gaze as I hit the pillows, the table of food no longer there. Or, rather, it’s moved to the side and more plush pillows have appeared in this ever-shifting manse.

She crawls over me and my mouth is caught in hers, her body, firm and lean slotting over mine in perfect bliss, our hips rolling against each other in a steady burn, as though she’s taking her time in her hunt. I don’t have that patience. I reach a hand down to try and adjust myself inside her, but she’s suddenly yanked back with a yelp.

Behind her, Tomlyn stares down at us with a ravenous hunger, a dangerous glint in his eye. He grabs her roughly, pressing her back against his chest, both of her wrists caught in a single hand. He whispers something in her ear, and she nods. It’s only a slight movement of affirmation, but it’s seemingly all he needs. With his free hand, he snatches the thin strips of her gown and rips it off her, right down the middle.

Atrea cries out in what almost sounds like pain, but he keeps ripping, pulling, and she doesn’t protest until she’s fully bare in front of me. She’s still being held in his strong grip, as if to present her bare form to me. I can only watch, eyes stuck on the way her body twitches as he squeezes her breast and pinches her nipple. Her dark hair messily covers her face as she moans, and the sound of it, unheard before this moment, stokes the insatiable need in me all over again.

Without warning, he shoves her down roughly on all fours before he slams his jutting cock into her with a loud groan. She cries out as she rocks forward, her face in my crotch. My hips roll up at the maddening switch.

Tomlyn is almost unrecognizable, no—it’s as though he’s in a fight. Unrestrained, moving with his honed prowess and taking Atrea hard, fast, and rough, and all I can think about is how I want him to take me that same way.

But thoughts cease to exist as Atrea’s tongue runs the length of my cock. I throw my head back into the pillows with a hiss as her tongue, her lips, and the heat of her breath work my cock.

“Take him,” Tomlyn growls.

His words don’t make sense, but it’s not a translation error as Atrea sinks her mouth over my tip and takes my cock in her mouth.

“Gods,” I moan. It’s so much, the sensation of the hot wetness of her mouth, her roving and flicking tongue, and the rocking motion of Tomlyn fucking me though her mouth.

When I think it can’t get any more stimulating, any more thrilling, I hear a crack and she gasps, my cock popping out of her mouth. Tomlyn raises his hand and smacks her ass as he thrusts into her. They both moan together, her body curling under the pain and pleasure. Somehow, Atrea grasps upward, near determined, and I shift down to help her as she takes me back in her mouth again. With the next slap, her moan vibrates against my cock and desire surges through me. At the third slap, her body rocks forward again and her mouth clamps down, taking my cock in full to the base.

I cry out as desire slams into me, my body writhing. Her mouth pops off my cock again with a gasp as I partially sputter onto her face. It doesn’t seem to matter as she curls into my body again and digs her nails into my sides, her body shaking violently, as Tomlyn comes with a final hard thrust and loud moan.

My body is boneless as I sit in the haze of the orgasm. I can barely believe what I’m doing. Back home I’d never—but this isn’t home, praise the gods. I don’t want to forget a single moment of this evening for as long as I live.