It is unusual, quiet, eerie dark; but I don't know if it is calm before the storm or the one just after the battle. Sithen has decided it is time for rest so it made its chambers dark, bathing the gardens in cold blue moonlight.

 

It was only hours since we worked magic, danced to rhythm of our desires, but I lay awake, motionless in the big, black silk covered bed, and listen to His breathing. He sleeps like a King, spread eagle in peaceful, deep, dreamless rest.

 

Sliding carefully to the floor, I make my way to the chair, folding legs beneath me, pulling the fur close to my body, not for warmth but for comfort, I am watching Him sleep. I love to watch Him sleep; still not believing it is Him, Mistral, Lord of Storm and Winds. My Lord! I am watching moonlight playing shadows on taut muscles, long gray hair spilled like liquid silver around Him.

 

The air is filled with the heavy scent of sage. Closing my eyes, inhaling deeply, remembering evening: His need, our passion. Deep in my body starts ripple, memory alive. Heat rising, urge to feel Him, to taste him, to convince myself He is mine!

 

Quietly, I move like a shadow, to the head of the bed. Leather straps lay discarded on the floor ... just what I need! With feather touch, nothing more than butterfly kiss, I tie the leather to his wrist and to the bedpost. First one, than the other hand. I smile and move to His feet, which I secure to the bottom bedposts. This time I will have Him on my terms!

 

I lie between His legs and inhale His warm, male aroma. With closed eyes I touch my cheek to His leg, lightly, just feeling soft caress of His heat. Laying on my stomach with my arms imprisoned under my breast, I cannot resist... my tongue darts and licks, my taste buds feasting on his sweet skin.

 

He moves, still asleep, and pulls on his bonds. The sleep clears His led colored eyes quick and He attempts to get up, reach for His sword. I lie motionless between His legs ready to move fast if my bonds are not strong enough to hold Him. But I did good job and slowly He quiets down to assess the situation. As He looks around His eyes find my gaze from between His feet. I can see the relief wipe the tension for a moment, just to be replaced by anger.

 

"red! What is this? Release me!" His voice is low growl, vibrations causing me to suck in air, while deep inside, my muscles clench on emptiness.

 

I smile at Him, wordless, rubbing my cheek to his leg like a lazy cat. With my eyes half closed I run my tongue down His leg, leaving wet trail of goose bumps. Despite His protests I can feel Him relaxing as His gaze burns my skin. I slither down the cool sheets, and rub my nose up His sole. With my face almost hidden behind his foot I look at Him with smiling emerald eyes.

 

"No. No. NO!" He hisses as my tongue darts at his toes. I take them in my mouth one by one, bathing them carefully, suckling and nibbling on them until He stops tensing and pulling on his bonds. His breath quickened and He is looking at me silently through his half closed eyelids.

 

First flickers of power dance through His body, raising fine hairs on mine. Low in his throat a sound, growl, causing rumble of distant thunder somewhere in the hallway.

 

This is what the dreams are made of, magic in touch, primeval forces turning matter into energy, as I climb the bed, without looking I can feel His body shining, dim white light making its way out, through his skin. I have always been drawn to uncontainable force of storm, tingling energy riding on the wind as the rain approaches.

 

To ride a Storm ...

 

Rubbing my hot skin over His stretched body, feeling Him hard on my face, closing eyes and luxuriating in the exquisite touch of that silk soft, rock hard shaft on my cheek. With my hands on each side of His hips, I rest my eyelids against His soft testicles, enjoying the warm scent of our commingled essences. My tongue slowly makes its way over silky line of perineum, only to find the hard, swollen ball in its tightening sack. Sucking it in my mouth I play with it as if it was hard toffee, the sound of the thunder is approaching and my long red hair starts floating on the cool breeze.

 

The energy starts pushing against me, air smelling of ozone. He is utterly still underneath me, taut like strung bow. My skin tingles as my stomach churns in anticipation, fear rising. My eyes shoot open looking for anything familiar in this blast of light. His hair has turned brilliant white making halo of rays around Him. His eyes bleed to led silver of stormy sky crisscrossed with flashes of lightning.

 

The thunders are ripping sounds, shaking the walls of our room. Locked in his eyes I am blind to anything else, deafened by the thunders that reflect my own need, I straddle Him lowering myself slowly, accommodating the engorged head, letting my self slide carefully down, feeling stretched, spread open. Not being able to lower myself all the way down I raise hearing His growl of disapproval.

 

My time, my tempo, my pleasure ...

 

His need, His demand, His heat!

 

"UNTIE ME!!!" He bellows, but I am too far gone, my need taking over, there is no rational thought left, only feeling of burning, needy flash.

 

From the corners of my eyes, the darkness enters, carrying shiny blades. Cold fire replaced by thick heat bathing my back as his black hair spreads like cape covering us both. Frozen in mid movement, my senses confused I watch, as in slow motion, while blades cut bonds holding Mistrals arms. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, Doyle forces my arms behind my back, grabbing them both in his one hand, folding them in the small of my back, leaving me no option but to lean into his embrace.

 

My brain is turning into mush... over-stimulated... to much input... where did he come from? Mistral rising.. His hands finding my breast... NO! this is not what I want ... no ... need! I need this, I need them, both! Time?! There is no time ... don't waste time! Take me! Fill me!

 

Did I say that out loud? Did they hear?

 

Mistrals mouth closes around my nipple pulling it into his hot mouth, drawing on it, finding that un-existing thread that connects it to the center of my uterus, making it contract, as if trying to grab onto something that should be there, expecting ?

 

Doyles free hand holds my head to the side, baring my neck to his scorching lips, teasing tongue, sharp teeth. I draw his finger into my mouth and start sucking on it as I would on that hard black shaft resting between my ass cheeks just out of the reach to my imprisoned hands.

 

With slow deliberate movement Doyle draws me upwards. "NOOOO," my mind screams " to far, no! don't take me off Him!". But it is not my choice, not my game any more! As he pulls me off, in the very next moment he forces me down on his own cock, bathing himself in my juices that are now flowing freely, coating his as well as Mistrals shaft.

 

Caught between two fires, whipped by stormy winds, I scream soundless, absorbed in senses. Doyle pulls me upwards once again, leaving me empty, gasping, only to force me down, feeling them both entering me at the same time, filing both orifices, I throw my head back, this time air escapes piercing the minute thunder-less silence. As I slide down Mistral hits the cervix sending sharp pain up my spine. I open my eyes and see Him grin moment before his mouth close on my own blurring my vision. Mistral holds me in long, deep kiss, feasting on me, on my pain, fear, struggle, while Doyle starts languid moves in and out, rubbing Mistrals member through the thin wall separating them.

 

Blind and deaf to anything outside, all my senses concentrated to feeling in my belly, the center of two men desire enveloped in hot-cold power I break from the kiss gasping for air as my pleasure explodes triggering them, bringing them to the peak. I can feel their essence bathing my insides as the storm reaches its peak in crescendo of stones falling around us, opening the ceiling to blue light of the moon.