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  Candy Kisses: Four of Hearts

  Elizabeth Jewell

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  Copyright ©2007 Elizabeth Jewell

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  Four of Hearts

  Now:

  Niall was naked. Naked and strapped to a complex metal rack in the middle of a garishly decorated bedroom. He’d had six orgasms in the last three hours, and was beginning to wonder if a vampire could die from sheer sexual exhaustion. Although, on the other hand, he wasn’t entirely sure he cared.

  A pair of hands slid down his back, slipping easily over a sheen of sweat.

  “You are in need of rest.”

  The three Sisters’ voices sounded around him, an odd kind of Sensuround.

  “I’m good,” he managed, as one of the hands moved to cup his ass. He opened his eyes slowly. Artemis and Ariadne stood in front of him. That put Diana, the blonde one, behind him. Her hand slid forward over his flanks.

  “No. You must rest now.” Diana’s slim fingers tangled in the hair low on his belly. Something tingled, twitched a little, but he was nearly numb by now.

  “Gonna untie me?” he managed.

  “Yes. It is time to release your bonds.”

  He looked at Ariadne. He liked her, her delicate Oriental features, the dark fall of her hair. She smiled at him. Behind him, Diana’s hands slid back up his body, heading for the silk ropes around his wrists.

  “Are we finished then?” he asked as his right hand fell free.

  “For now.” Artemis lifted his hand and laid it against the swell of her breast. “But there is more in store for you, dear Niall.”

  * * *

  Four Hours Earlier:

  Carefully avoiding Kinsy’s gaze, Niall shrugged into his coat. He checked his pocket, found his car keys there, and headed for the door.

  “Where are you going, Niall?”

  Once, just once, why couldn’t Kinsy mind her own business? She was his secretary, after all, not his keeper. “Out,” Niall said.

  “Out where?”

  “Outside.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Care to be more specific?”

  He really didn’t. But she’d cornered him, and even though he’d been alive nearly four hundred years, he still hadn’t figured out how to handle a really pushy woman.

  “I have a date. It’s Valentine’s Day, after all.” Valentine’s Day. When Eros’ powers came into climax -- pun not only intended but relevant. He got a call about once every five years. He hadn’t answered it the last time. This time he had. The Sisters needed him, and as far as he knew, he was the only vampire in the area more inclined to help them than kill them.

  So, not exactly a date, but Kinsy didn’t want to let it go. “A date? For real? No offense, boss, but you never date.” She cocked her hip and planted her fist on it, eyeing him with predatory female curiosity. “What’s her name? Where did you meet her? When do I get to meet her?”

  Niall blinked at the barrage of questions. “Um… None of your business, none of your business, and never.” He continued resolutely toward the door.

  “God, you are such a buzzkill.” She shook her head sadly at him. “I bet you’re going to the library or something, and you just don’t want to share.”

  “Whatever.” He grabbed the doorknob, hoping this time to make his escape.

  “Fine. Be that way.” She flopped back down in her chair, gave him a pointed glare, then returned her attention to the paperwork on her desk, a look of feigned hurt on her face.

  “Okay.” He ducked out the door and made his escape.

  He hadn’t been lying. Not entirely. He did have a date, but with three women, not one. And if the last time he’d met them for a rendezvous on Valentine’s Day was any indication, he might not make it back home alive.

  * * *

  Now:

  Diana’s hands moved up his other arm, releasing the cords binding his wrist. He rotated his shoulder -- the muscle had cramped. Other hands moved over his body, loosening the rest of the soft cords binding him to the rack. Magic touched him, lifted him a little, as the Sisters eased him toward the bed.

  “You will rest now, dear Niall. Awaken strong and ready for us again.”

  The bed was soft, so unbelievably soft, and he let himself sink into the quilts and pillows.

  “Rest now,” said Ariadne, her voice a soft flutter against his ear.

  He closed his eyes. He wasn’t that tired, not really, but the bed was so soft, and everything went suddenly dark and so, so warm…

  * * *

  Three Hours Earlier:

  The Sisters lived in a reasonably good neighborhood, though it was heavily populated by supernatural types. Probably the best place for them -- he could hardly imagine the three Sisters going to the grocery store, for instance, psychically joined the way they were. Here they’d be much less conspicuous.

  He rang the doorbell and they let him in, all three of them, hovering a little above the floor and looking at him with surprise mixed with appreciative lust.

  “You have come, as you promised. We thought perhaps you would not.” When one of them spoke, it was almost impossible to tell which one it was. They seemed to all speak at the same time, even when they didn’t. It was disconcerting, to say the least.

  “I’m a man of my word. You know that.”

  “You are a man of honor. We sensed this when first we met.”

  Artemis drifted up behind him, taking hold of his leather coat and sliding it off him. He watched her until she deposited the coat safely on the coat rack by the door, then turned back to the other two.

  “That’s interesting, because the first time you met me, I wasn’t exactly the paragon of virtue that I am now.” His voice was edged with sarcasm. He did his best to walk the straight and narrow these days, sometimes succeeding. Back then he’d been recovering from a few centuries spent as a sadomasochistic menace to society.

  “We have eyes into the future. We saw you then as you are now.”

  They had formed a loose circle around him. Whatever power they used to levitate started to pull on him. His heels rose from the floor. It was a discomfiting sensation, and he swung his arms instinctively. The Sisters laughed.

  “Do not try to resist. It will only make things more difficult.”

  “It’s just a little weird.”

  They lifted him higher, which, strangely, made it feel more natural. With one in front -- the blonde one, Diana -- and two behind, they escorted him into the bedroom.

  “So… we’re getting right to it?”

  The Sisters laughed, the sound mingling into a joined chorus, as all their speech did. They stopped next to the bed, and his heels once again touched the floor.

  The bedroom
was huge, decorated in fuchsia and pink. The bed itself was large enough to comfortably hold all three Sisters. Images rose into Niall’s head -- good, old-fashioned, lusty male fantasies of what might go on among three women sharing the same bed. Except in this case he was fairly certain they were true.

  Ariadne slid around in front of him and sat on the bed, her hands reaching up, deft fingers undoing his shirt buttons.

  “The rack again?” Niall asked, nodding toward the metal contraption next to the bed.

  “Always the rack. You know this. You understand why.”

  He nodded. He’d suspected as much. He’d been in this position before, more or less, and had been fucked within an inch of his life. Right now, as Ariadne pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, he wasn’t sure whether the tremor in his gut was anticipation or dread. He knew what they needed from him, on this day when the magic was properly aligned. He just wasn’t sure he could give it to them. But he’d made a promise, and he intended to follow through.

  Diana’s warm hands slid down his chest. Her fingers went to his nipples, teasing. Another pair of hands reached around from behind him to undo his belt, and a hot, delicate tongue traced the curve of his right shoulder blade. Long-neglected human instincts kicked in, and Niall took a deep, shuddering breath, the intake of air spurred by desire rather than necessity.

  “You are ready for us, dear Niall.” The same hands that had undone his belt unfastened his pants, then slid inside them, slipping down the cotton covering his growing erection. “Or perhaps not quite ready.”

  He closed his eyes as the delicate little hand toyed and squeezed. “Getting there.”

  Ariadne moved backward on the bed, sliding toward the pillows. Behind Niall, the other two sisters pushed him forward.

  “Take pleasure of Ariadne first. She is the youngest of us.”

  How young? he wondered. These were ancient creatures, he had no doubt, in spite of their apparent youth. Diana and Artemis came forward, standing one on either side of him, and pushed at the waist of his pants until they fell down to his ankles. Then Artemis knelt to untie his shoes. He stepped out of them, compliant.

  There was no sense fighting them. He knew how this would go. For a while, they would let him think he was in charge. Then they would take over, and the real ride would begin. They were driven by their strange link to Eros, their need for the pure magic available only on this day. He was merely the delivery system.

  Ariadne held her arms out to him. He lowered himself to the bed and crawled toward her. She drew him in and kissed him, small hands clutching his shoulders. Her mouth was soft and wet and tasted like peaches.

  He kissed her deep, tasting her. The bed shifted and small, warm hands moved over his back as he leaned into Ariadne. One hand slipped between his thighs, cupped his scrotum, and he moaned into Ariadne’s mouth. The room overflowed with the smell of female arousal. He was dizzy with it.

  Ariadne drew back from him, pressing her breasts into his chest. The layer of soft silk between them was too much. He grabbed her neckline, tore it away, and buried his face against her, rooted after her breasts like a hungry child. His mouth latched to a nipple, his hands plunged under the hem of her skirt, clasped her buttocks, pulled her against him. His cock pressed into her heat.

  The other two Sisters lay against him, one on either side, and the strange, joined, ephemeral voices moved around him. “Her pleasure is our pleasure. Take her soon, dear Niall. She is ready. We all are ready.”

  He ached just to shove into her, to feel the deep heat of her body, but he knew that would be going too fast. He had to play their game. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he made a misstep, but he didn’t want to find out.

  So, slowly, he turned around, lowering himself to the bed on his back, while he maneuvered Ariadne over him. She cried out as he pressed his mouth up into her, the sound echoing in the joined voices of the other two Sisters.

  He worked his tongue against her, orchestrating the trio of rising moans. He sucked and pulled, thrust his tongue hard inside her, replaced it with two fingers, thrusting deep, working her. The moaning rose, then a third of it was muffled as a mouth closed on his cock. The third Sister’s hands moved over his body, fingers trailing up his stomach to his chest, then teeth scraped his nipple.

  He stiffened, heat pouring through him. Suddenly it was hard to concentrate, but he had to finish this, had to work Ariadne to completion. All three of them, by extension.

  Trying to ignore the deep, pulling sensation in his groin, the movement of the mouth on his cock, he worked his fingers in deep, thrusting, pressing, at the same time licking in long, firm strokes, then shorter ones, sucking the nub of her clit, until suddenly she clenched on him and howled.

  The howl came out in a three-note chord and echoed through the bedroom. Ariadne’s body clenched and pulsed on his fingers. The mouth that had been working his cock slid free, leaving the voice free to fill out the chord. But he wasn’t neglected for long. He couldn’t see what was going on with Ariadne still balanced over his face, but weight shifted on the bed and suddenly wet heat slid over him to engulf his cock, as one of the other Sisters straddled him and brought him in deep.

  He moaned into Ariadne and heard her laughter, echoed by the other two Sisters. He followed the voices -- Artemis was the one straddling him now. Of course. Diana, as the eldest, would be last.

  And this was where it got tricky. There were rules here, and if he broke them, the consequences would be dire. He didn’t think they would kill him -- not on purpose, anyway -- but because of their connections, the rhythms and the bonds they shared, things had to be done a certain way. Nothing personal. Just the rules.

  And the first rule, the one for this part of the game, was that Niall couldn’t come until all three Sisters had been brought to climax. And the shared orgasms didn’t count. They had to go one at a time.

  Trouble was, it had been so long since he’d been inside a hot, living, breathing woman that he wasn’t sure he could hold back. And Artemis’ body clenched him, still pulsing in the aftershocks of Ariadne’s orgasm, which she’d shared through their strange bond. Heat spun through his pelvis, liquid, insistent.

  He closed his eyes and conjugated Irish verbs.

  Artemis moved on him, tilting and rotating her hips, bringing him in deep. Ariadne curled up on the bed next to him and kissed him, licking her own flavors off his lips, his tongue. And Diana -- God, Diana was licking the soles of his feet, which felt incredibly good.

  He was so close. Far too close.

  An bhfuil me, an bhfuil tu, an bhfuil se, an bhfuil si, an bhfuil sibh, an bhfuil said…

  He curled his hand low on his belly, his fingers crooked so Artemis touched him on each downward thrust. She wouldn’t hold still long enough for him to put any concentrated effort into it, but it seemed to be a welcome addition, as she threw her head back and let out a gasping breath the first time she pumped down onto his hand.

  He could feel her tension growing; unfortunately, his was burgeoning, as well. It was going to be incredibly difficult for him to stave off his own climax when she --

  She keened and threw her head back, pressing herself down hard onto him, drawing him in as deep as he could go. The hot, pulsing sheath of her body brought him high, too high, and he had to fight hard to keep himself from going over the edge.

  The room filled with the sounds of release, the three Sisters sharing Artemis’ orgasm, and Niall grabbed Ariadne’s head, pressing her into him, devouring her mouth with his. She clutched at his shoulders, and he narrowed his attention to that, to the press of her fingers into his skin, ignoring the heat flooding his groin. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not now --

  The rhythmic contractions of her release eased, softened, and the worst danger passed. He let himself be aware of her again, felt her soft aftershocks, then she slid off him and he moaned into Ariadne’s mouth at the slick, sweet sensation.

  Two down, one to go. Those were the rules, he knew, an
d now Artemis moved to the side, giving Diana access to his body. She licked his feet, one at a time, heel to big toe, then lifted herself to the bed and crawled over him.

  The diaphanous material of her dress left little to the imagination, and he let himself look, then touch, as the lush swell of her breasts came within his reach. He cupped and hefted them, smoothed the silky fabric over her silkier skin. She straddled his stomach and leaned over him, kissed him, his shoulders, his throat, up to his face, finally latching to his mouth, sucking his tongue. He shaped his hands to her body, feeling its full curves, cupping her hips. Her legs were spread across his abdomen, and he rocked her a little, spreading her wet heat over his skin.

  Following his lead, she ground into him, rotating, spread open against his belly. Her soft keening built in an echo from the other two Sisters, moving around the bed. Ariadne plucked at his nipples. Artemis had situated herself between his legs and was stroking his thighs, combing her fingers through the hair on his groin, fondling his genitals.

  He looked straight up into Diana’s eyes, held his focus there. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he moved her against him, then he let go to heft her breasts and slide his hands down her stomach. Then he eased his fingers under and inside her.

  She continued to move, working up and down on his hand. He looked her right in the eyes, holding her gaze, which had begun to grow hazy with lust. Her eyes widened a little when he curled his fingers inside her, pressing hard so that her body’s movement dragged the tips of his fingers over exactly the right spot. She ground into him, again and again, and he could feel her clenching on him, tighter and tighter…

  She stiffened and bent her head back, and as soon as he felt her begin to shatter into orgasm, he grabbed her, dragged her down to the bed and rolled onto her. She was still quaking as he drove hard into her, burying himself to the hilt. All three of them cried out in ecstatic release, Diana arching hard under him. He grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head, and pounded her.