Chapter 34

Kharon had known many women in his time but Gypsy Theron was definitely unique. Not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but she had a sexual hunger to rival even the most seasoned warrior. Watching Caraculla make love to her was a rare treat and, even though he was still slightly jealous, he found himself more delighted and aroused than envious. The lieutenant general knew every secret the young woman had and within minutes of taking her into his arms she was moaning and withering against him in a delirium of need.

Her relationship with Caraculla was not quite what Kharon had expected either, although if one had asked him, he couldn’t have defined what it was he had anticipated. They didn’t stare longingly at each other, nor did they gush about how in love they were. They reminded him of best friends and playmates with the way they had teased and insulted each other during dinner.

But there was no denying their sexual chemistry. It filled the room with the intense heat of an explosion and she was radiant around him. Kharon had to admit, Gypsy had bewitched him. He would have agreed to anything she wanted to make her happy, even if that meant sharing her with another male.

Kharon sank into a plush chair and watched as Caraculla ran his forked tongue over her generous breasts. She twisted her fingers into his hair, lost in her emotion, not knowing or caring who was watching her as she took her pleasure. As the scene unfolded Kharon realized that a woman like this—one who wanted a military career so much she had risked everything for it—wasn’t the kind of woman a man would marry and keep safe at home. In fact, the very things that confused him the most about her were the same things that turned him on.

Gypsy was different in every sense of the word and she was never going to be anyone’s kept woman. Certainly she would never allow herself to be any male’s exclusive property. That was a hard truth but when he reflected on it further, he knew he would probably be disappointed if she did want that life. The woman he was in love with—the one who defied every definition of what a “good woman” was—that was the one he wanted, the one he would one day ride into battle with. That truth was also a difficult one to reconcile in the face of all he’d been taught and believed to be true about men and women. But it was the truth of who she was, and if he wanted a future with her, he would have to accept it.

Caraculla was teasing the tender flesh of her pussy with his lips and tongue and Kharon’s erection grew so hard he feared he might orgasm just from watching them. He squeezed the base of his penis and leaned his head back as a rush of blinding pleasure surged through his dick and balls. When the pressure had eased off, he got up and approached them.

He moved slowly so as not to arouse aggression in Caraculla and took his place at the front of the bed. Gypsy’s body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her arousal was the most intoxicating scent he’d ever known. Gliding his hands down her breasts and belly, he slid his hands over the thick muscles of her thighs and carefully lifted them. The action opened her pussy up and would allow Caraculla to enter her very deeply. Gypsy slid her hand behind Kharon’s neck and pulled him down into a sensuous kiss as her other hand found his massive cock and stroked it.

Caraculla rose from between her legs licking his lips, his metallic green eyes flashed savage desire. Grabbing his cock, he teased her for a moment, and then pushed himself inside her until the only part of him visible was the root of his cock. Gypsy let out a loud cry of delight. Kharon held her open enjoying the ripple of her breasts as Caraculla’s thrusts became more frenzied. Gypsy’s orgasmic cries filled the room as Caraculla pounded out the last of his lust into her.

Then it was Kharon’s turn.

He waited until Caraculla had moved away and slowly got into position between her legs. Gypsy was feverish with hunger and it was all Kharon could do not to pounce on her and take her in a heated rush. Caraculla took Kharon’s old position at the top of the bed, massaging Gypsy’s breasts and teasing her nipples until they were bright pink and erect. Kharon entered her and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips.

The pleasure that raced through him was the purest delight he’d ever experienced and it was a testament to how strongly he felt about her. Without warning, her vaginal muscles clamped down on him and he felt her flutter in orgasm. It milked him into incomparable bliss.

As the night wore on, he and Caraculla took her over and over again in a heated orgy of sex and love. Kharon had never experienced anything like it and was surprised at how much he’d enjoyed it. The only time they stopped having sex was to gorge themselves at the banquet table. Then they all fell asleep in Kharon’s bed with Gypsy sandwiched between the two men.

Kharon was astounded he couldn’t care less that he was sharing a bed with his lover and her boyfriend. Tolerating another male so close was a big step for him. After the devastating rapes he’d endured as a slave so long ago, he’d sworn no male would ever get anywhere near him during sex. But tonight, he’d shared his most cherished lover with another male and hadn’t felt the least bit threatened. It felt like…winning his freedom all over again. By the Gods, how much weirder is my life going to get with this crazy woman?