Gargouille

"Impale yerself on me, sweets." He groaned as she acquiesced. The men inhaled sharply, the scent of her juices had reached them. It was stronger than before, making them even hotter. "Give us yer hot, tight, and sweet little body. All of it."

Then they began a synchronized dance, moving in unison, retreating and filling her again and again. Eyon ground into her core and Kieran was just as relentless.

"This is good ass," Kieran murmured, biting and sucking her neck as he pounded into her.

Helpless under their onslaught, Nicole moaned in reckless abandonment. She grabbed hold of the Eyon's head, causing him to slowly leave her breast and look into her passion-filled eyes.

"God, ye are beautiful. How we adore ye and everything about ye. Yer body is so wet, so tight, and all ours." His hands gripped her hips then, increasing the pace of their thrusts.

Nicole screamed in her mindless passion. "Oh please, harder- Please," she pleaded, thrusting her hips backward, enjoying the sensation of two cocks. She heard a grunt of approval and smiled.

"Do ye want to come again, Nicole? Do ye?" Kieran demanded, biting her neck.

How could she resist such an inviting question? "Yes!" she yelled as her fingers dug into Eyon's shoulders.

She felt Kieran grip her hips tighter, holding her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She fought the impending climax, wanting to savor it, but the men's sensual words and Eyon's hands caressing her ass and back, weakened her resolve. She wriggled her bottom, trying to force Kieran to move faster, as an overwhelming need took over.

"Shit. Don't move, sweetness," Kieran panted, trying to hold her hips still, but to no avail. "Christ's teeth. Shit. Fuck it." He withdrew and slammed back in.

Nicole couldn't stop the fire. "I am coming!" she screamed.

"Good. Dinna fight it," said Eyon. "There's more where that came from."

It erupted like an earthquake. Her stomach heated and tightened as she coated Eyon's cock with her hot juices and her ass clamped down on Kieran's cock. She felt Kieran shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn't see his face.

Eyon groaned and Kieran gasped as Nicole's inner muscles worked their shafts. And with a rhythm born of long practice, they continued work her as one. "No more," she cried, as the two pushed her into a state of sexual frenzy.

"Yes." Both were unrelenting in their quest. Nicole's head rolled from side to side in time with her moans as the sensations built again.

"Christ's blood! Shit!" the men shouted together.

As they thrust into her to the hilt one last time, their bodies rigid, jaws clenched, as they emptied their balls into her tight holes. The spurt of their semen into her body triggered a second orgasm. It seemed endless, her muscles clenching as their warm heat flowed through her. She screamed their names as her vision began to blur. She stared into Eyon's fathomless eyes, now dark with passion, as the darkness closed in quickly. She slipped into unconsciousness.

They continued to leisurely pump into her, savoring the feeling of her clenching ass and pussy.

* * * *

"Isn't she a beauty?" Eyon ran his index finger along the swell of her hip. Kieran silently agreed, as he also trailed a finger over the soft, but firm, flesh. A needy moan came from Nicole's throat.

"What happened?" Nicole asked as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into Eyon's green ones.

"Ye were a bit over-stimulated," Kieran answered with a grin, stroking her from behind.

"Yer body is still hungry for us, baby," Eyon whispered as he glanced over at Kieran.

Kieran chuckled. "Wait until ye're inside her ass. It's so tight and hot inside. I could feel the blood rushing from my shaft to my head."

Eyon moaned in reply, the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Shit, no wonder Kieran had looked so dazed and out of his fucking mind. He ran his hands lightly over her buttocks and Nicole responded by opening her legs for him with a soft moan. It was an obvious sound of desire and his cock twitched.

Plunging one hand between her thighs, Eyon stroked Nicole's wet flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nub between her puffy labia. Dazed by this unexpected continuation of their earlier encounter, Nicole could feel her juices begin to flow freely. Her hips strained to meet his hand and he indulgently thrust his fingers into her slippery entrance.

A finger lightly trailing along the back of her knee tickled her, while lips kissed and sucked her shoulder. She knew that Kieran was working his way upward. Eyon, meanwhile, had his hot tongue on her neck, almost tickling the skin at the base of her skull, and causing shivers to ripple outward through her body. Eyon and Kieran were both working the heated flesh between her thighs and their strokes pushed her higher. Abruptly, they stopped and she was rolled over onto her back.

A groan from deep inside her body escaped Nicole's lips as Eyon continued to thrust into her blazing inner flesh. She felt lifeless and confused by her body's reaction to their touch. Despite feeling spent, she nevertheless shrieked as a violent orgasm swept through her.

Breathing unevenly, Nicole slowly opened her eyes a tiny bit and watched the two men. Nicole had only had sex with two other men in her whole life and neither had ever given her such pleasure. These two, Lord... The one thing she could say was that, in bed, they were definitely compatible, but there was more to a relationship than sex. Relationship? Was that what she wanted?

Minutes later, each propped on one elbow, Eyon and Kieran watched their mate. Both men felt as if they could have stayed in their current position in perfect bliss for the next hour. Nicole was curled up in a ball, under the covers, tendrils of her hair stuck to her slightly damp forehead. Despite that, she looked so cute with her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering against her smooth skin. She looked angelic, innocent and nothing could be further from the truth.

Eyon reached out and stroked the damp hair back from her forehead. It was more of an excuse to touch her than anything. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. "Ye okay? What are ye thinking?"

"That this is all so strange," Nicole replied, a sad look entering her eyes, "but it seems right. I think."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "No regrets then?"

"No..." Her eyes were downcast as she looked away and the men couldn't be sure of what she was thinking.

Silence filled the room as the their eyes locked onto Nicole. Eyon took in the lovely contours of her delicate features while Kieran once again reminisced about the taste of her sweet juices. They both couldn't help but think about how lovely she was and they couldn't tear their eyes away from her.

There was a knock.

"Enter!" Eyon bellowed.

Nicole stiffened and burrowed beneath the bedding as the door silently opened. She blushed as her eyes met the timidly smiling face of Alana, who bowed and murmured apologies as she came into the room. In her hands, she bore a tray laden with food and various types of delicacies.

"Good morning, my Lairds, my lady," Alana greeted them.

"Place the tray over there, Alana." Eyon nodded towards an empty table.

"Yes, Laird Eyon."

"I will be preparing your favorite for dinner, Mistress," stated Alana as she placed the tray on top of the table. She turned and smiled affectionately at Nicole, who smiled back with the same warmth.

"I'll be back for the tray later, my lady," Alana said and then scurried off to start preparing dinner.

A few moments passed before Nicole felt the mattress shift beneath her as the men moved off the bed to put some clothing on, but not before kissing her firmly on the lips, one after the other.

"Come and eat before it gets cold," Eyon commanded gently.

"Okay," Nicole replied. Hurrying from the bed, she rushed to the bathroom, where she did a quick tidying up. As she opened the door to exit, Nicole was met by Eyon, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table.

"Thank you." She turned and met his smiling eyes.

Nicole was sat comfortably, eating the food Alana had brought just minutes ago, thinking about the men and what she had seen...again. If only there was some way to find out who or what they were. It wasn't fair. She almost wished that she hadn't seen it, so she wouldn't have had her inquisitive desires awakened with no way to release them. Still, she could ask.

Sighing, Nicole snuggled into the blanket and enjoyed the taste of homemade croissant, soft and succulent on the palate. She could still recall Eyon's eyes, how they had darkened in passion when he had entered her and kissed her and...shit, this wasn't the time to think about that.

Curse them for being the hottest hunk of Scottish masculinity she'd ever laid eyes on. And, bloody hell, that sure turned her on in a wickedly hot way. Though she'd rather give them her acid tongue before admitting it to either of them, even if they could probably tell by just looking at her. She just needed to keep her wits.

Eyon and Kieran watched Nicole silently as she ate, noting the way she glanced at them when she thought they weren't aware. They couldn't help but smile at their memories of how she had felt in their arms as they took her. They were not surprised that she had responded so well. But, despite that, they needed to be one step ahead when it came to their feisty mate.

Nicole had proved to be an apt challenge, an exciting addition to their lives, and a welcome change from the typical activities of their life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that they were sure. But they were as sure of their own desires as they were of their enchanting mate's and they required total submission from her.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was in a world of her own, but they knew better.

"Nicole!"

She jerked, jarred from her confused thoughts. The firm sounding tone in Kieran's voice concerned her, as if he understood what was taking place in her mind.

"What are ye thinking?"

She pushed the now empty plate away and folded her hands in her lap. "Do I have to share my thoughts also?" she asked calmly, "I am thinking of nothing, if you must know."

Nicole saw his smile and felt his amusement. "Ye are lying again." His voice was gruff. "Do ye have a problem with being honest?"

Nicole shrugged. "I do not. Not that it matters to you two anyway."

She watched as Eyon eased off the bed, walking over to stand by the window and look out. He turned and stared at her for a moment.

"Nicole, we understand that this is all new to ye, but we have no patience for insolence. The sooner ye accept this, the better it will be," Eyon stated coolly.

Nicole returned his stare, trying not to show her inner fears. "Better for whom?" she shouted, ending the short truce between the three of them. "Bloody cheek."

Kieran approached her and leaned forward, his eyes dark with anger. "Ye like playing with fire, Nicole," he stated, "but will ye enjoy the burn?" He reached out and pulled her from the chair.

"Let me be," she hissed as he pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes, enjoying her feeble struggles. He wasn't deterred. Kieran MacThomas had never been bested by a man and certainly never a female. His mate would not be the first. He found Nicole delectable in her current state of anger and he had a ready cure for that fire. The result would be their ultimate satisfaction. There was a granite shaft between his thighs that he could use to douse her flame.

"If ye think ye'll best us, Nicole, ye are more addled than I thought," he declared, laughing. Kieran was amused. "Have we ever told ye how lovely ye look when angry, sweets?" He grinned as he carried her towards the bed.

Feeling defeated, Nicole stopped her struggles and sighed. "Look, you're both handsome and all that. I am sure you both can find somebody willing." A brief look of guilt crossed her face.

"Ye have something against handsome men?" Eyon chuckled as he turned from the window. He still wore his smile as he walked across the room and sat beside her on the bed.

"What does it matter? I am but a prisoner. Who cares what I think?" she replied softly, refusing to allow their amused looks to make her feel even more stupid than she did already.

The humor left Eyon's face to be replaced with the quiet watchfulness that was always there whenever she caught him looking her way. He held her eyes for a moment longer before dropping his head as he answered, "Tell me, Nicole, do ye want us to care?"

She had no reply, but then he was speaking again. "I suggest ye get some rest. Ye're going to need it."

His suggestive remark wasn't lost on her, but she still remained quiet. Nicole lowered her lashes; she refused to look at them, knowing her face was a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and anger.

Nicole didn't know they could smell her arousal, smell the juices flowing. She didn't see the satisfied smiles that spread across their faces. For several long moments, she didn't move, and with their hard bodies sandwiching her, she could barely breathe. The silence was making her nervous.

Nicole stiffened when Eyon's hand touched her thigh. She jerked and slapped his hand away. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment. His jaw was set, so firmly clenched she could see the strain in his face. She quickly looked away.

"Nicole." She didn't turn toward him.

He sighed. "Look at me."

With seeming reluctance, Nicole turned her head to face him again. "What?" she whispered.

He leaned down and took her mouth with a sweetly gentle, but passionate kiss. He slid his tongue softly over her lips, seeking permission to enter. When she opened up to him, he groaned, sliding his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth. Eyon sucked and nibbled her lips as he gathered her close, until she was perched on his lap. He slowly disengaged his mouth from hers and then gazed into her eyes.

"Ye have no idea what ye do to us, do ye, baby? Why do ye continue to fight us? Ye belong to us."

"You've both been misinformed," she stated.

"Misinformed?" Kieran repeated as he reached over, taking her from his cousin's lap so he could feel her in his arms again.

She closed her eyes and shivered. Nicole could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her backside. She pulled away from him so she could gulp in some much needed air.

"I can't deny the attraction I feel for you both, but this obsessive madness needs to stop."

Kieran didn't answer right away; instead he just stared at her. Nicole gave him an irritated look until he finally spoke. "It isn't an obsession to want to be ye," he drawled seductively, with an arrogant look on his face.

Stop looking so smug! You've lost, and you know it. She so wanted to get up and slap that damn look off his face, but she didn't dare. "Of course you'd say that. I suppose that's why I am being detained like a prisoner."

Kieran continued to stare at her, his face impassive, not giving a clue to the emotions churning inside him. "No arguing with ye there, sweets. I can see that. Stubborn as hell, ye are." He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Her pulse went on instant overdrive as her pussy contracted on its own. She shivered. Lord, what are these men doing to me?

"I am not stubborn. I...I am not a mule," she answered, finally getting some semblance of control over her raging emotions.

Kieran sighed. "Do ye fear us, Nicole?"

She wanted to ignore his question, but honesty prevailed. "Well, a little bit."

She didn't want to be so obvious with her feelings, but Lord, were they making it ever so hard, which increased her unease.

"It's natural, but ye have no need to fear us," he replied.

"Aye," Eyon agreed. He didn't want Nicole to fear them. They wanted her to be happy and remain where she belonged, in their arms.

Nicole snorted and lifted a trembling hand to brush away another stray lock of hair from her forehead. Of course they would say that, how the hell could they understand how she felt? Turning to Eyon, she said, "Then why are you both treating me like this? Like I have no say in the matter?"

A slow smile crossed his face. "I know it may seem like a lot to take in, but I know ye feel the strong bond between the three of us."

Their feelings for her were intense and they couldn't exactly blame her for feeling unsure, but they had to convince her to give this relationship a chance. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to take no for an answer, she was too important to them.

She hesitated a moment and took a breath. "Yes. Oh- I-I don't know. I guess," she answered. What was the sense in lying? Eyon would only prolong the discussion.

The men exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. There was hope. They looked down at their mate, taking in every detail of her lovely face, from her pouting lips to her large brown eyes that held shadows of doubt now that the conversation had taken on a different course.

Eyon reached out and gently traced a finger over the curve of her exposed shoulder, resisting the urge to push her down on the bed and plunder her sweetness. "There are things that we cannot tell ye, at least not yet. And we require nothing of ye that we cannot give in return. But, what I would ask from ye...when we do tell ye what ye seek to know, please view it with an open mind," he said as he began gently massaging her shoulder with his fingers.

Nicole's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Keep an open mind?"

Something told her these men were keeping secrets, secrets she intended to find out. She sucked her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the annoyance in their expressions, but ignored it. She could rile them whenever she wanted. It was empowering...and funny. Then she sobered. "You know what the saddest part is? Neither of you have even asked me what I want."

"Nicole."

"That's my name," she replied sarcastically, not bothering to look up at Eyon.

"Look at me, baby."

She hesitated briefly and then turned her head to look over at him. Nicole trembled as those green eyes studied her. "That couldn't be helped. So let's move on. An open mind, can ye do that?"

What the hell? Just like that, no thoughts spared for her feelings. Nicole took an inward breath for courage. Sure, they were large and intimidating, but they did say they would never harm her. Her heart was in her throat, but the adrenaline allowed her to feel courageous and in command. Squaring her shoulders, an action that made the men chuckle, Nicole eyed them stonily.

"I saw Kieran's eyes that night and yours earlier. Was I seeing things?" she blurted instead. What happened to courage?

It was apparent by the look in his eyes that Eyon was surprised by her question. What? Did he think she had forgotten? She wasn't about to let him back out of answering the question that had been plaguing her thoughts for days now. Nicole thrust her chin out, giving her the appearance of a defiant teenager.

His expression became unreadable. "No, ye weren't."

Eyon wasn't sure if saying more would upset her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her afraid.

"I knew it!" she yelled. Pushing away from Kieran, she jumped up off the bed.

"I knew I wasn't crazy," she exclaimed, slowly backing towards the door.

Kieran and Eyon had watched in disbelief when Nicole had jumped up. They didn't bother trying to stop her because she had a right to be alarmed. They just hoped it was temporary. They were both willing to do what was necessary to see that Nicole remained with them.

"What ye saw that night, and today, was not a result of ye being drunk. Our eyes do in fact change colors, Nicole," Eyon explained as he turned away from her,