Escape to the Sea (Tangled Hearts #1)

Chapter 19 Tangled with the Rogues

Ephraim

It seems like it takes an eternity, but Tomlyn finally pulls back and lays an equally dazed Atrea on her side next to me. With a twinge of guilt, I realize she still has come on her face, but Tomlyn is soon hovering over her with a wet washcloth. Her eyes flutter closed as she turns her face to him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as he gently cleans her face. I watch as he, in almost a ritualistic manner, kisses each spot after he wipes it up, whispering thanks over and over again. When her face is clean, he disappears and returns with the cloth rinsed and tends to her rear. He kisses it as well, laying the cloth over, repeating his thanks.

She sighs, content, a languid smile on her face. I roll over and stare at her. “You’re beautiful.”

Tomlyn comes up behind her and holds her gently, carefully, his arm extending over her body to reach mine. I shuffle closer to Atrea, her curled form between us comfortably, so Tomlyn’s hand can reach my side.

I take Atrea’s hand in mine and peer up at Tomlyn and say, “You too.”

His bright red eyes shine brightly as he squeezes my side affectionately and crooning, “Beautiful boy.”

I drop my head, my gaze returning to Atrea, the she-wolf. She stares back, and I think I could get lost forever in her sharp green eyes. And yet… it doesn’t seem right.

“Can I ask something of you?”

She blinks, as if being pulled out of her thoughts and her thumb lightly traces over mine. I take the motion and her attention as a sign to continue.

“Your name,” I say, hushed. “Just for tonight. Even if I forget in the morning, somehow, I don’t care.”

The pink haze around us seems to quiver, as if recognizing a deal is being struck. I hear Desire’s voice in the back of my mind. “Names have power.”

Her expression stills and I reach up and push her hair behind her long ear. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Of what I wanted to do with you, how I wanted to make love to you. And now we’re here and if this is the only chance I get, then I want to call you as you are, what you deserve. Not some fake name used to throw me off the trail.” My hand trails down the curve of her face, to her thin lips. “Just for tonight. Then, I’ll forget.”

The haze seems to cling to us vibrating, waiting.

“Just for tonight,” she breathes finally. The haze settles around us, and I sense the thrum of magic, the accord being struck. She says her name, soft and quiet, reverent, and her name sounds ethereal, wispy, not real, but I know it is.

“Sylf,” I utter. As soon as her name leaves my lips, it’s like it’s gone in the haze. But for tonight, I can speak it as much as I’d like.

Her breath hitches as I trace her lips with my thumb. I lean forward and watch her eyes flutter closed as I kiss her again. “Sylf,” I repeat, a ghost of a whisper against her lips. She sighs softly in pleasure, pressing a low, lingering kiss against my lower lip.

I say her name again, this time closing my eyes and kissing her more intently, sweetly. Her lips part and her hand moves to around the back of my head, twirling my curls around her fingers. My hand slides down her side, brushing against the cool firmness of Tomlyn’s chest and, gods, this motion is so incredibly right.

To feel him behind her, knowing that he’s watching me kiss his lover is a trust and kindness I’ve never experienced before. Knowing that he’ll watch me make love to his lover… No, that’s not quite it. That, rather, they’ve made room for me to join them, to let me act on my desires, for all of us to act on our desires together no matter who we are.

I don’t know if there’s any going back for me after this.

The realization sparks a new flame in me, desire thrumming in a way I’ve never experienced before. I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth, my hips rolling against hers. She responds in kind, emitting a soft whimper. My hand slides down her thigh and she spreads her legs for me, her heat wet and swollen.

Tomlyn moves back from her, and I take advantage, rolling her onto her back. “Sylf,” I groan, my fingers toying at her folds. Her back arches as she whimpers with need. My mouth leaves hers and trails down her jawline as I hover over her. “I want to kiss you everywhere, all over your beautiful skin.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips rolling as I stoke downward along her wet folds.

I comply, getting lost in giving her pleasure with my fingers, my tongue. She whimpers and mewls, Tomlyn kissing her sloppily, wet, and enthralling to watch. Heat stirs in me again, and I’m ready for her, I need her. I can tell she’s on the verge of cresting again, beautiful and irresistible.

Then, there’s the cool brush of ethereal fingers against my heated skin, trailing down the length of my shoulder, my back, and hovering at my hip. I withdraw my mouth from hers for a moment to groan, beg, unashamed and needy, “Please, your fingers.”

Tomlyn chuckles and reaches down, placing his fingers under my chin, tilting it up so I’m lost in his eyes. “I’ll make you sing, beautiful boy.” My heart stutters at his crooked, mischievous grin, but I don’t have time to dwell on it as he guides me back down to Sylf. His hand never leaves my back as my mouth takes her folds, her sweetness, in earnest. Sylf writhes under my mouth, but it’s the slick oil and Tomlyn’s finger tracing circles on my rear and the anticipation that make me moan.

“Relax,” he croons at my ear, and I shudder from the nearness of his lips, his hot breath, as he slips inside.

I gasp, my hands curling against Sylf’s sides, unable to continue working through the pain and pleasure. It’s been so long, too long, and it’s so, so good. Sylf stares at me with large, lusty eyes that are almost as predatory and dangerous as her glare. I can’t get enough of it.

Tomlyn starts working in me slowly, rubbing my back, kissing my shoulders. “Keep going, beautiful boy. She is demanding.”

I do with fierceness, a burning need that I didn’t know I possessed. I suck, and lick, and tug, and her whimpers and squeals are a delight against my moans. The further Tomlyn pushes his finger into me, the more I wish it were… more. Bigger. I want to be filled up while I fill her up, all of us locked together in ways that I have only read about, never even dreamed to dare…

Somehow, as this insane desire and need grips me, the tension eases around Tomlyn’s finger. It’s not long before a second finger slides in and he steadily starts pumping me.

“Fuck,” Tomlyn hisses. “You’re open?”

I can’t answer, the sensation making me moan again, my cock straining under his fingers, under wanting to be inside her. Sylf contracts, her heat flushing more come at me as Tomlyn’s fingers are fully in me, playing and testing.

I groan again, looking up at her flushed face. She looks so pleased. But I am nowhere near close. I draw back from her and Tomlyn pulls me up and into his chest, my eyes already fluttering closed and mouth opening to receive his.

He moans in his kiss, his fingers pressing harder in me, making my hips buck. “Her taste,” he moans. Then he kisses my face, lapping up her come from my nose, my cheeks, my jaw. “So good, fuck.”

“I want you,” I moan, craning for him, trying to kiss his neck. “I want you in me. To take me the way you took Sylf before. I can take it, I know it.”

He groans again and captures my mouth in a deep kiss, his fingers shoving into my rear roughly. I gasp, breaking the kiss, and manage to plead, “I want you hard, and fast, and—”

Suddenly, I’m shoved down, back over Sylf, who is already reaching for me. Tomlyn removes his fingers, but my mind is elsewhere, concentrating on my mouth on hers, her hands in my hair, our hips bucking, my cock rocking against her entrance. Before I know it, I’m sliding into her with a moan as she sighs, “Oh, yes, Ephraim,” in relief.

Hearing my name in such pleasure, such ecstasy, her hot mouth back on mine, her arms around me, touching my body, it’s too much. I’m spun too tightly from Tomlyn’s fingers and the anticipation of this moment, and all it takes is the lightest touch from his hands along my back to come with loud cry, buckling in on her and burying my face in her chest.

Behind me Tomlyn chuckles, amused. “Don’t be sad, love. He needs a minute, then cutie can fuck you.”

Sylf huffs, but her arms are comforting, her hands gentle and lazy in their exploration of my back, my hair. Finally, I raise my head to look at her. She’s staring down at me thoughtfully—I’m sure she’s thinking through something in her complex mind.

I smile a little sheepishly. “Sorry, I—”

“What did we say before? You don’t need to apologize,” she chides, then playfully adds, “Tomlyn and I have a lot of experience testing our endurance. And this place…” She trails off and Tomlyn’s hand is on my back again, slowly rubbing circles, as if memorizing the feel of my skin.

The need stirs in me again, and Sylf’s expression shifts too, lusty and wanting, the predator ready for the hunt once again. She cups my face in her hands and draws me back to her for a slow, languid kiss. Her hips start rocking against mine again and my blood rushes downward, my cock starting to harden again.

“Magic,” she murmurs against my lips.

Behind me, Tomlyn moves into position, slathering oil behind me and running the tip up and down between my cheeks. “Relax. I go slow.”

I breathe in deeply and exhale as his tip slips in. It’s so different from his fingers and I’ve long forgotten the sensation.

Sylf tucks my hair behind my ear gently. “He’s big, hm?” she chuckles.

“Yes,” I groan as he pushes forward again, hissing.

Her hips start to roll slowly, and I moan again, wanting to move with her, pushing forward into her. Tomlyn hisses another, “Fuck!” as he drags out with the movement and then thrusts into me again, this time harder, further, and my cock hardens in full again. Magic indeed.

I roll forward with a gasp, “Gods, Tomlyn, Sylf, you both feel—” I cut off in another groan as he thrusts again, deeper and moans loudly while Sylf whimpers. I search for purchase and my hand locks with hers. I can’t even find her mouth with Tomlyn driving into me, my own hips struggling to move of their own accord as Sylf’s hips start rolling again. I’m firmly stuck between them, caught in the grasp of these two incredible, amazing rogues.

I don’t think I ever want to leave.

With a final thrust Tomlyn sinks all the way into me and we all push forward, then still.

Sylf laughs, breathy and delighted. A sonorous sound, more beautiful than the bells of Vinitore. Tomlyn sighs, pleased, running his hands along my back.

“You okay, cutie?”

I grin mischievously at Sylf. “I’ll be better when you start fucking me again. Remember? Hard and fast and—”

All thoughts leave my mind, words are gone, nonexistent as Tomlyn grips my back and thrusts into me with a force I’ve never felt before. He grunts loudly with each thrust, loud and lewd, and Sylf writhes under me, making more delightful noises I’ve never heard from her before.

It’s all I can do to hold on, making incoherent noises of my own, my face buried in Sylf’s neck. I kiss, and nip, and suck at her, something, anything to make her body keep moving the way that it is as I move in and out of her, Tomlyn pushing and pulling us along for the ride of his making, his strength filtering down through me to her.

“Ah, oh, yes,” Sylf moans, followed by a high-pitched whimper. Tomlyn takes this as an indication to drive into me as hard as he can. I groan, grabbing onto her hips to shove into her with Tomlyn’s momentum and she cries out, arms splayed helplessly behind her.

The sight of her undone in pure ecstasy against the colorful pillows is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in the Wyrd Sea. It’s too much, apparently for both Tomlyn and me.

“Fuck, Sylf, Ephraim, fuck!” He groans, his hips shoving harder, faster, then he gives a final thrust that sends me careening forward, crushing my body against Sylf’s. I cry out, the tension snapping, orgasm slamming into me as Tomlyn comes behind me. His body encases mine, hovering over both of us, and it’s pure bliss. I can barely think, and time moves slowly as I let go and relax, my hand still gripping Sylf’s.

When reason and thoughts manage to return, I have the sense to take in the gentle caress of Sylf’s other hand in my hair, of Tomlyn’s chest moving up and down in increasing slow and steadying breaths, firm but not uncomfortable as he comes down. I decide next time, I want to face him. Next time, I want Sylf to ride me—I’m sure she’d look divine, the wolf claiming her prey. Next time.

Tomlyn lets out a long, satisfied, sigh. “So good.” He kisses my shoulder blade, and I can’t help but blush. It’s a sweet, affectionate gesture, something lovers would do. Is that even possible to have, to be with him? With either of them? I… I can’t go down that road. I need to live now, in the moment.

With a grunt and heave, Tomlyn slowly pulls out of me. I sigh in relief and… something else at the loss of him. Then, I push myself up, reluctantly disentangling myself from Sylf. I stand, steadying myself before offering her a hand but Tomlyn shakes his head.

“Bath?” he asks.

“Bath,” she says, nodding.

I don’t protest but instead lean forward and scoop her into my arms. She looks surprised, as if she wasn’t expecting either to be carried, or that I would be the one to do it. Her cheeks flush prettily as she stares at me before smirking a little, shaking her head at whatever thought is running through her mind. Tomlyn comes behind me and slides an arm behind me, smiling.

This, right here, more than anything, feels amazing. Incredible. I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I desperately don’t want it to end.

Despite the heavenly sensation of the bath, we don’t linger for long. When we exit, the house has rearranged itself to a similar setup as dinner, but the cushions are longer, larger in width and draped in light blankets.

“Damn house moves,” Tomlyn mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

Sylf yawns, a cute, petite sound, and ignores the robes and clothes as she climbs right into the middle of the large cushions. Tomlyn chuckles and grabs a pair of loose pants, slipping them on as he walks over and situates himself to her left. I quickly manage to find a pair of slimmer trousers and a robe before tentatively climbing in on her right.

Sylf settles immediately, curling her hand around my arm, her eyes fluttering shut. Tomlyn pulls up a light blanket before curving around her in that protective den, but, this time, his arm reaches across, draping over her and to me.

My heart wants to burst at the simple gesture. “Goodnight, Tommy. Sylf. I like your name, by the way.” The unsaid, “before I forget” hangs in the air. She opens her eyes and smiles a little, tired but warm.

“Say it again and kiss me goodnight.”

I do, repeating her name again and again between kisses until she can barely keep her eyes open any longer. I glance over to Tomlyn who winks at me, running his hand through my hair.

“Go to sleep, cutie. More fun tomorrow.”

I chuckle half-heartedly. I want to reply, but the moment I close my eyes, warm darkness greets me .