Three Hearts 1
It's custom in the goddess land for a mating celebration to be held when
a royal heir comes of age. Aithne is the first of the three demigoddess
heirs to reach her joining night, the night she will meet her destined
heart. She knows not whom he might be, only that she will feel a pervasive
tremor—the sign of destined love—in her heart and body when their eyes meet.
When Aithne spots Dustin, everything inside her quivers with desire so
intense it leaves her breathless. She has found her true mate in the tall,
blond, muscular Fae warrior. But when Hakan, heir to the throne of Tolynn,
steps in, her desire spreads to him like a creamy wave. Is it possible to
have two fated loves? If not, how will she choose between them?
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Ménage Fantasy Romance
Length: 49,600 words
"I developed a love for the worlds of the Goddesses and Gods many years
back and enjoy bringing them to life in my own creations of the mythical
realms. The Three Hearts Trilogy comes from my imagination and it shows that
even daughters of the Gods face troubles at the hands of destiny." ~ Tonya ~
Cover Art by Jinger
Three Hearts 1
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Aithne writhed against
him, one arm coming up and snaking around behind her to find the
back of his neck, nails digging into flesh at his nape. Her
other hand buried itself in Hakan's hair, fisted, pulled as he
began what Dustin could only figure was a gentle if vicious
assault on her breast. He knew how Hakan liked to work a woman.
Though it was he who used the biting edge of force by tugging at
her hair, nipping at her flesh, it was Hakan who preferred the
rough play. He would ease himself into that with Aithne, Dustin
knew and wondered which the goddess queen's daughter favored,
dominance or submission or an equal part in both.
"Dustin." She breathed
his name in such a way it felt like liquid passion rolling over
him. Her head lolled from side to side as if she wanted to fight
the pleasure, knew she never could.
"Do you like what he
is doing to your breast, Aithne?" Dustin whispered in her ear.
"Do you wish for
"Let us finish
undressing you, and you shall have more."
* * * *
Hakan heard Dustin's
words to Aithne and, after one final, drawn out suck to her
sweetly swollen nipple, lifted his head. Though he might have
preferred his first time with Aithne, with the future queen of
Tolynn, to be alone, he did not mind so much that Dustin was
here to share in the pleasure, to share her. This was not the
first time they shared a woman in such a way. Given Aithne's
heated response to their touches, it would not be the last. He
wished for a woman strong enough to handle two men, adventurous
enough to want them. His wish had been granted.
He straightened before
her, letting his gaze fall to her breasts. They were not large
by any standard but ample enough for his tastes, enough to form
a tantalizing valley between them that would be perfect for
fucking. His cock throbbed at the thought and he felt a cool
spurt of pre-cum slide down his shaft. Not this night, he told
himself as he reached for the material now gathered beneath
those lovely breasts, started to tug it down her abdomen, her
stomach, to her hips. There would be a chance for pleasures such
as that some other time for tonight he would sink his cock into
her sweetly wet pussy.
As he peeled the
bodice of the gown down her slender body, Dustin kissed her
neck. His licks, nips, the slightly forceful tug to her hair had
her writhing against him, hips swaying, making it easier for
Hakan to pull the gown over them. He let it fall in a pool
around her feet and heard himself give a small moan of
appreciation at the sight now revealed to him.
"You wear nothing
beneath your gown, Aithne. This is truly a wonderful surprise."
Dustin lifted his head
at that, one brow raised. "Is this true, little fire?"
"Yes." Her eyes opened
and, as Dustin released his hold on her hair, she slowly lifted
her head, met Hakan's gaze. A blush rose to her cheeks, traveled
down her body until her creamy flesh was a telling shade of pale
pink. "It is, well, it was my little secret."
"I like your little
secret." Hakan gripped her hips, pulled her hard against him and
crushed his mouth to hers. So turned on was he by the discovery
of her bare pussy beneath the gown that his cock felt on fire,
the last of his resolve to take things slowly shattering to
bits. He had intended to treat her like a goddess, at least for
this first time. He had intended there to be a delicacy to his
lovemaking for he knew not for sure what would be okay with her,
what would not. Instead, he ravaged her mouth, his tongue
sinking deeply, tangling with hers. Needs, desires, and the
battle for dominance raged inside him until he simply took what
he wanted and left the rest to chance. His hands roamed to cup
her ass, the softly rounded cheeks molding perfectly to his
palms. He squeezed and pulled her closer still.
When he wrenched his
mouth from hers moments later, her lips were swollen, her
breathing as ragged as his own. His gaze flicked over her
shoulder. Dustin stood there watching them, something odd,
shadowing and unfamiliar, swirling in his eyes.
"Do you wish to see,
my friend?" With his hands back on her hips, Hakan turned Aithne
in his arms until she faced Dustin.
* * * *
Dustin's gaze slid
down the length of her naked body in a slow appraisal that had
her wanting to squirm from both embarrassment and yearning. The
need Aithne saw in his eyes told her he liked what he saw. The
shadow that lingered there told her that her nakedness was as
much a torment for him as his studying gaze was to her.
Behind her, Hakan's
hands skimmed down her hips, one moving around to her thigh,
fingertips dancing closer to the heat between her legs with each
miniscule of an inch. She arched her lower body back, grinding
against him, affording him easier access to reach around her,
wanting his hand to reach its destination fast. Still, she
needed both their hands on her and, because she did, she reached
for Dustin, let him see her desires in her eyes.
He took a small step
toward her, just close enough that she could catch his hands in
hers. She lifted them, bringing them up to cover her breasts.
She held them there until he began to move them on his own. As
he started to kneed, squeeze, caress, she let her head fall back
on Hakan's shoulder, eyes drifting closed. Her hands itched to
touch, to explore their bodies as they were doing to hers, but
she held tight to that urge. She would let herself drift on this
wave of pleasure for a few moments before dividing her attention
between them to return the favors.
"Hmm." She moaned,
loving the way Dustin's large, battle roughened hands covered
her breasts so completely. He rolled her nipples between thumb
and forefinger lightly at first, then giving them a bit more of
a pressured squeeze along with slight tugs. Her right breast was
more tender than the left, more sensitive thanks to Hakan's
earlier attention. Dustin seemed to know it and applied more of
that lightly restrained pressure to her left nipple until it too
felt as though zillions of tiny bubbles fizzled beneath the
skin. Between her legs, Hakan's hand found its mark but instead
of delving a finger through her mound as her body wanted, he
cupped it, his hand going still there.
"Please." She wiggled
against him, against that hand, both loving the feel of Hakan's
stiff cock jabbing into her lower back and burning from the
torment of wanting it jabbing elsewhere. She experienced the
same combination of emotions when she arched her back, thrusting
her breasts out farther into Dustin's touch, both wanting his
hands to continue their assault to her nipples and wishing to
have his mouth there instead. Needs shot through her like blunt
arrows of white-hot passion. Spasms of building electricity
ricocheted from side to side, head to toe, seeking a way out,
vying for any release possible.
"Please what, little
fire?" Hakan's whisper was a warm and impious torment in her
Aithne could not
answer, could not find more words than that single and
breathless, "Please." The hands on her breasts stilled,
retreated and the heat she had felt radiating from Dustin
chilled in the absence. Her eyes shot open. She lifted her head
and found he had stepped back. The smallest of steps but enough
to allow the coolness of the night air between them. That chill
drifted over her frenzied flesh, seemed to swirl around her
nipples so taut and responsive the breeze gave them another
level of pleasured agony.
Aithne opened her
mouth to speak, to call him back to her, thought of reaching for
his hands again, but before she could do any of that, Hakan
pushed a finger between her folds. The rapid, impromptu invasion
stole her breath and all ability to move. "Yes." She said the
word on a sigh, her head falling back again, eyes slowly
Hakan made an hmmm
sound much like she had done moments ago, the hum making his
chest vibrate against the back of her head. "So wet. So hot."
His finger swiped over her clit before pushing farther, grazing
around the opening of her pussy. "So deliciously sticky."
He withdrew his finger
so quickly her eyes popped open. A protest was on the tip of her
tongue but then, as if to prove his words, he lifted the finger
to his mouth. His gaze locked with hers as he licked her liquid
heat from his finger. Her pussy throbbed at the sight, the fire
burning between her legs blazing with renewed begs for pleasure
and release. "Please, Hakan. Gods, please!"
He lifted a brow, one
corner of his mouth curving in a grin of mischief and quiet
triumph. "You wish to taste yourself?"
Before she could
answer he delved that finger through her mound once more, this
time not stopping between her folds but sinking inside her
sodden channel, a quick plunge in, a brisk retreat. She writhed
from that tease of exactly the intrusion she pleaded for. She
stood on her tiptoes almost as if her lower body could actually
follow that finger as he brought his hand to her mouth.
Aithne. Lick your sticky juices from my finger."
She did as he bid,
parting her lips with her tongue, circling his finger with just
the tip of her tongue before closing her lips over it, drinking
it in. There were just enough of her juices on his finger for a
good taste...sweet, thick, warm.
Dustin's words, she let Hakan's finger fall from her mouth, met
the gleaming hazel gaze of the man in front of her. His eyes
were bright, hard, full of lust, and a wanting of his own.
SIREN SEX Rating
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Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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