Portals 1: Fallon's Men

  Portals 1: Fallon’s Men

  Kyla Logan

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  Copyright ©2007 Kyla Logan

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  Portals 1: Fallon’s Men

  Kyla Logan

  Vampires waiting for their mate…

  Jarek and Soren are the Guardians of the Portal… the stone that leads to other dimensions. They know that it will soon be time for their complement to arrive. When that happens, their Triad will be complete.

  A Selkie looking for love…

  While on a sightseeing trip Fallon visits the Standing Stones at Callanish, on the Isle of Lewis, Fallon is drawn to one particular stone. She traces her finger over the glowing barbell symbol. She doesn’t expect the stone to vanish, or the burning pain that follows… Or to wake naked in bed with two gorgeous men beside her, claiming she is their mate!

  Prologue

  Fallon felt hands touch her breasts, then her stomach, and work their way down to her pussy. She opened her legs, giving the seeking hands access to her intimate parts. Fallon moaned as a warm, wet mouth closed over one of the taut peaks of her breasts.

  How did she get so lucky as to have two sexy men in her bed? They were large and well built, with firm muscles. The male on her right with dark-coloured hair stopped sucking on her nipple and licked and kissed his way over to her other hard nubbin.

  The rubbing on her clit intensified, and her heart beat faster as one, then two fingers were inserted into her wet depths. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies. She had never responded so quickly or so totally to anyone before; it shocked her that she was so wanton.

  She looked down at the long black hair of the man sucking her nipple, and gave into the temptation to run her fingers through the thick depths. He nibbled on her nipple gently in response, then ran his tongue over the tip to soothe it. Try as she might she couldn’t make out any of his features, just a dark head of hair.

  It was frustrating not being able to see either of them clearly. The male rubbing her clit withdrew his fingers from her depths, and replaced them with his mouth. His tongue probed deep into her wet depths. Fallon moved restlessly on her bed; they were playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. Both working together in tandem to bring her as much pleasure as her body could take.

  Fallon strained toward completion, her body rippling as a wave of sensation shook her. It was too much. She tried to wrench away from the mouth sucking on her pussy, but he refused to let her move. He gripped her hips to stop her, while the man at her breast nibbled and sucked harder. It only made her orgasm continue long past the time when it should have finished.

  “Please, it’s too much,” she gasped as she lost herself in the pleasure that was rushing through her body.

  When the shudders stopped, she opened her eyes once more. She was alone in her bed.

  What had just happened?

  Chapter One

  Fallon walked down the stairs, rubbing the back of her neck. This was the third night in a row she had had the same erotic dream. It was disconcerting.

  As she neared the lounge she heard the tinkling sound of laughter. It was so nice to be part of a family again. There had only been she and her older brother Taine, since their parents had been killed ten years ago.

  Hearing the deeper sounds of Taine’s voice, she could just imagine Danara and Marina teasing him. And no matter his complaints, Fallon knew that he loved it.

  But still — she had noticed the same longing in Marina’s eyes that she saw in the mirror each day. Both of them were happy that their siblings had found their mate… but couldn’t help the envious sensation of wishing they could be as lucky.

  Maybe she had a solution for both of them. It could be they just needed a little holiday to focus themselves again. She had let her membership in the Paranormal Mates Society expire, as had Marina. A short break would help them decide what plans they wanted to make to find a life mate.

  Fallon walked into the lounge and spied her brother sitting on the arm of a chair beside Danara. Marina looked up and smiled at her when she moved over to sit on the couch with her.

  It never failed to amaze her how alike Danara and Marina were. In fact the only difference was in their eye colour. Marina had deep green eyes, while Danara’s were deep blue. Both of them had long silver-blonde hair, and were about an inch shorter than her own height of five foot three.

  “How would you like to come on a touring holiday, Marina? We could go up to Harris and Lewis, then over to the mainland.”

  Marina’s eyes sparkled. “I would love that, Fallon. I told Danara just the other day that I would like to see more of Scotland before going back home.”

  “Good, we have to start planning. Come through to the study and we can look up the times of the ferry and check out accommodation,” Fallon said as she stood up once more and winked at Taine.

  “Watch yourself, Marina. Once Fallon starts planning something, you’ll find she will organize your entire life for you if you’re not careful,” Taine said with a laugh.

  Fallon put her arm through Marina’s and stuck her tongue out at her brother. Giggling, both women left the room.

  After a couple of hours a shout from Taine let them know that dinner was ready. But they had worked out an itinerary of their route, and had booked the first couple of nights’ accommodation on Harris.

  Waving goodbye to Taine and Danara the next morning, Fallon drove her car over the causeway from Baile Sear to North Uist. They had decided to take the longer scenic road once they crossed to Harris. Fallon was looking forward to showing Marina the little secluded bays as they traveled towards Tarbert and their accommodation.

  Marina turned towards her and said, “This was a fantastic idea. Thank you for thinking of it.”

  Fallon quickly smiled at Marina before turning back to the winding road. “It’s my pleasure, Marina. I think we both felt the same way. Taine and Danara needed some time completely to themselves. Having you here is a great opportunity for us to get to know each other better, and to give them privacy.”

  Marina whispered, “It also gives both of us a chance to decide what we want to do with our personal lives. I love Danara, but I can’t help feeling envious of her happiness.”

  Fallon heard the break in her voice. Reaching over with one hand, she patted her hand. “I feel the same. But this time will let us recharge and come to some decisions about our own future.” She navigated a particularly sharp bend that opened up to a wonderful scene over the sea. They stopped at a lay-by just to take in the peacefulness of both the view and the sea air.

  Marina turned to Fallon and drew her into her arms. “Thank you, Fallon. This really is what we both needed.”

  Fallon hugged her back, then giving a quick
glance at her watch said, “We had better get moving if we want to catch the ferry. There are many more scenes like this on the route we are traveling.”

  A few hours later after a calm ferry crossing, they stopped at the An Clachan Centre in Leverburgh, to visit the tearoom and craft shop before resuming their journey up the east coast of Harris. The narrow and winding roads took all Fallon’s concentration to navigate, but the silence between them was a peaceful one.

  It took about two and a half hours to reach Tarbert. They had chosen a smaller Bed and Breakfast in the village so that they could walk to the different craft shops and pubs.

  *

  Marina brushed her hair dry, listening to the quiet sounds of Celtic music playing in the background. It was such a fabulous idea of Fallon’s for the two of them to have this little trip. Already she felt tension that she hadn’t really been aware of draining from her body.

  “This is a really nice place. Where do you plan to take me for dinner? I have to admit that I’m hungry now. The fresh air has given me an appetite.”

  “When you were in the shower I slipped out and asked our hostess where she would recommend, and she’s offered to make us dinner tonight. She must have seen that we were a bit tired.”

  “Oh that’s great. I must thank her for her thoughtfulness. Although I wouldn’t have minded walking to a pub, it’s nice we don’t have to tonight.”

  “She said she would serve it about six-thirty, so we have the option of sitting in her lounge and looking at the scenery, or having a little walk around the town. What do you feel up to doing?”

  “I think I would rather just take it easy tonight. Hope you don’t think I’m lazy, but we can spend tomorrow exploring the shops.”

  “Great idea, that was my first choice too.”

  Chapter Two

  Soren woke hearing the weak mind call Jarek sent him. Linking with his mate he found him at the Portal, surrounded by their concerned people.

  Not bothering to dress, Soren opened the window of his bedroom and shifted into his familiar shape of a tawny owl; he then flew the short distance from the mansion to the Portal that he helped Jarek protect.

  Landing, he shifted back into his human form, walking swiftly to his fallen mate. Their people had covered him with cloaks and two were talking softly to him.

  Soren knelt beside Jarek. “What were you doing? You’re drained, Jarek.” Turning towards Nathan, Captain of the Portal guards, he asked, “Have you fed him?”

  “He refused. Said that he needed stronger blood than we could provide.”

  Soren turned back to Jarek. “Damn it, Jarek, why didn’t you wait until I was here?” Not waiting for a reply, he lifted Jarek into his arms and transported them both back to their bedroom.

  Staggering towards the unmade bed, he laid his mate down, then lying beside him, turned Jarek’s face toward his jugular vein.

  “Drink.” Soren stroked Jarek’s hair as he felt the sting of sharp incisors breaking the skin on his neck. His cock reacted immediately to his mate’s feeding. As Jarek’s strength returned and his drinking became stronger, Soren couldn’t help his body from hardening and thickening as he provided his mate with his healing blood.

  Jarek broke away and after licking the pinpricks, moved so that he was looking at Soren. “Thanks, love. I underestimated how much power I would need to open the Portal.”

  Soren felt the weakening effects of both transporting then donating blood. He knew he needed to feed himself to replace what Jarek took, but found he couldn’t summon up the energy to go and find one of their people.

  “Damn, you need to feed now. Sorry, I needed so much.” Jarek, still feeling weak, closed his eyes. A moment later a knock came at the door, and Nathan popped his head around it.

  He took the scene in with a glance, and shouted over his shoulder to one of his men. Rob came into the bedroom and made his way over to the bed, and without hesitation offered his wrist to Soren. After regaining his strength, Soren closed the pinprick on Rob’s wrist, and thanked him for his generosity.

  With a nod, Nathan steadied Rob, and they both left the room.

  Soren pushed himself up till he was sitting, propped on some pillows, and turned to face Jarek. “What did you mean… you had to open a Portal?”

  Jarek cupped Soren’s chin, pulling him close for a lingering kiss. Breaking off, he looked deep into Soren’s eyes. “Gaia spoke to me last night. Our complement is of age to join us,” he said with a big grin on his face.

  Soren caught hold of his hand and squeezed. “When?”

  “Any day now, love. Any day now.”

  “But why did you have to open a Portal? All except for…” He broke off as he recognised the significance of Jarek’s words.

  “Yes. She’s from the dimension with the yellow sun,” Jarek said, closing his eyes for a minute and then opening them again. “Opening the Portal was harder to do than I thought. You were exhausted from your hunting expedition, and I was so eager to prepare the Portal that it never crossed my mind it would be easier with two of us working it.”

  “Don’t frighten me like that again. I thought something serious had happened to you.”

  Jarek laughed wryly. “Oh don’t worry, mate. Once she arrives, I’ll insist that you are there to help me close it.”

  Soren didn’t know if he felt the same way about their complement’s arrival as Jarek did. But then he had only been waiting for fifty years. Jarek had been waiting for this moment for much longer than that.

  Jarek must have caught a flash of his thoughts, because he gripped his chin once more. “Her arrival will never diminish my love for you. In fact it will only make it deeper.”

  Soren closed his eyes at his mate’s words. He opened his mind fully to let Jarek know that he believed him, that he too was happy with her imminent arrival.

  Pulling him closer, Jarek gave him a passionate kiss. Soren sank fully against his hard body, loving the closeness of this moment.

  “You have too many clothes on, Jarek,” he said against his mate’s lips. He pulled back and undid the drawstring at Jarek’s waist, then pulled the pants down over his hips as Jarek lifted his bottom half off the bed. The thick, engorged cock that sprang free had a little white bead sitting on its tip. Soren bent down and licked the drop of pre-come, watching as another took its place.

  Grasping the long shaft in his hands, he carefully fondled the length and cupped the delicate balls of his lover. Soren fastened his mouth over the top of the ruddy head and ran his tongue around its width, lapping at the juices that flowed freely into his mouth.

  Jarek clasped his hands over Soren’s head and ran his fingers through his hair. Growling, he pulled Soren away from his cock. “I don’t want this to be over too soon, love. And if you keep that up, it will be.”

  Soren winked at him and ran his tongue over the head one more time before leaving the bobbing length alone as he pulled Jarek’s trousers completely off.

  Just as Soren was going to help him remove his top, Jarek pounced on him and covered his body with his larger, more muscular one. “You want to play, love? Are you sure you feel up to it?” he breathed into his ear.

  “You can feel how much I want you,” Soren answered, giving Jarek’s neck a lick.

  Jarek drew back and sat up to pull his top over his head and fling it away. Bending down, he took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly on it.

  Soren felt a spurt of pre-come flow from his cock, and grasped the head in his fist. He didn’t want to come too soon either.

  Jarek left the nipple to bite and kiss his way down towards Soren’s leaking cock. Brushing aside Soren’s hand, he flicked his tongue over the tip, down the length, then back again until all his juice was licked clean. Taking the head into his mouth, he swallowed; the pleasure of the moment was too much and Soren’s cock spurted into his lover’s mouth.

  Once he stopped shuddering, he sat up and pulled Jarek towards him and kissed him.

  “I need y
ou inside me, Jarek,” he groaned, reaching for a bottle of oil.

  Jarek took the container from him, uncapped it, and poured a small amount on his hand. “Turn over, love.”

  Soren quickly moved onto his hands and knees, then felt the warm, oily touch of Jarek’s fingers as they spread the lotion over his anal opening. One finger was inserted, then two. Jarek thrust in and out for a minute, letting Soren become accustomed to his presence. Then he withdrew his fingers, and Soren felt the broad, warm touch of his cock.

  Jarek pushed one inch of his cock into Soren’s ass then withdrew, then pushed again, further this time. Soren moaned at the full feeling as Jarek slowly inserted his cock until he felt his balls against his buttocks.

  “Ready, Soren?”

  Soren knew that Jarek didn’t really need an answer; he could read his thoughts and knew how ready he was for his touch.

  Jarek slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock was in Soren’s ass, then pushed deep again. He repeated his actions, far too slowly for Soren’s liking. Giving his hips a push against Jarek, he opened his mind fully to let him know he needed more, much more than this gentle loving.

  He was rewarded by the increased pace and depth of Jarek’s thrusts. Jarek’s fingers gripped his hips firmly as he fucked him hard. The love they both shared flowed between their minds, along with the pleasure.

  Soren’s cock responded again to the stimulus of his lover’s thrusts as he hit his pleasure spot again and again. Jarek’s breathing grew rough and harsh as he neared his completion. Then with a shout, he spurted his come into Soren’s ass.

  As he collapsed on the bed along with Jarek, Soren wondered how this feeling could get any better.

  Chapter Three

  Fallon couldn’t believe the time had flown so quickly during their stay in Tarbert, and that it was time to once again continue on their way. They had packed a lot of sightseeing in yesterday, and Marina had even bought some of the hand-dyed-and-spun wool a local woman made.

  Now they were going to visit the Standing Stones at Callanish, on the Isle of Lewis, before going to their accommodation at Stornoway.