Free A Rose Between the Thornes by Raven McAllan Page A

had seen her swift, interested glance toward the tables and furniture revealed when he removed the screens, and prayed it was more than casual. Now they would find out.
    “Well?” he prompted her. “Your answer?”
    “Show me,” she said simply.
    With a whoosh, he let out the breath he wasn’t conscious he’d suppressed and heard Nat do the same. “Both of us?” Jasper asked, determined there was to be no misunderstanding by any of them. “Together as well as alone?”
    “I fear I have more unusual tendencies than I knew, my lord. I wish to experience all both of you can offer me. So it seems I am agreeing to try whatever you desire, with the proviso I can cry off at anytime and you will honor my call.”
    “That goes without saying, Rose.”
    “Sophia.” She corrected him.
    Jasper shook his head and saw Nat roll his eyes. She was determined; so were they.
    “My love, we warned you. With us you will be Rose. It’s your given name; a beautiful name that conjures up such evocative pictures, my cock tightens when I say it. It is suited to the art of love. As we believe are you. Your eyes, your breasts, that delicious cunt all send out messages to us. Messages that say tease me, touch me, take me. We intend to.”
    She looked visibly shaken, her eyes were cloudy, her skin held a faint dusting of arousal, and she circled her lips with her tongue. There was no guile in the action; it was obvious it was an unconscious movement. The faint tremor that ran through her was almost unnoticeable.
    “Your color, Rose?”
    “You know ‘tis green. I have to feel you in me.” Her breasts heaved, each dusky nipple stood out proud. Begging for attention .
    “Then you shall.” With a sudden decision, Jasper untied her ankles. “Now can you climb over Nat? Impale yourself onto his cock. Are you wet enough to receive him?” He rubbed her wet curls as she moved, and shifted his hand forward to plunge one finger into her depths. She keened and tightened around it so well, he was hard pressed not to follow it up with two more.
    “You are ready, Rose, wet and wanting. How I envy Nat to feel your body wrap around his staff.” She threw him a look as she lifted one leg over Nat and sat on his thighs her bound hands held in front of her.
    “And I won’t”?” Sophia asked. “I thought I was to feel you both? Is it you crying red?”
    “She has you, Jas. Are you?” Nathaniel asked him, with a chuckle.
    She is playing into our hands. Does she realize it?
    “I had thought to initiate you gently, but I see perhaps I need not. It will be up to Nat, he is the one with an injury. We must not overtax him.”
    Nathaniel raised one elegant eyebrow. “Tis my arm that is injured, not my cock. I fail to see how Rose riding me and you her, will overtax me. Unless you call a climax as hard and long as I anticipate to be taxing?”
    Jasper shook his head. “Then let us show you a little of our paradise, Rose. Can you draw Nat into you?”
    The look she threw him would have shriveled the prick of a lesser man.
    “I may be older, but I am not in my dotage. Of course, having my hands as free as my legs would be an aid to my dexterity.”
    Why did he doubt that? Before he voiced his opinion, Nat spoke.
    “Ah, but sweet Rose, I wish to see you bound. It excites me. One day I will take you as you are bound by arms and legs to Jas, impaled on him also. For this our first loving, and because I only have one arm to use freely, Jas has decided we fuck like this.”
    Her eyes widened at his words. The tiny pulse in her neck beat out its interest. Jasper’s skin tightened and prickled as he watched her swallow. She was so responsive, his body reacted to each indication of her arousal with a prompt ferociousness that surprised him. They both wanted Rose, but just to what a degree he hadn’t realized until then.
    “Then, let us begin. As I am, I admit, slightly hindered, will you aid me by holding my cock up?” Jasper watched as with one swift