Page 90 of Premonition of Peace

“I think it’s because you fulfilled your soul bonds when you cut ties with Morgan Le Fay,” he replied in a strained whisper. “Terrible timing. It’s okay, Nat. It can wait. I can control myself.”

Heat crawled over my skin again, an ache pulsing in between my legs.Gods. I chewed my lip watching him thoughtfully before I glanced to each side. Lucifer and Marcel watched us with rapt attention and either I was imagining things or there was a dark sort of hunger in both of their eyes. I had a feeling they could all smell my arousal. It was getting worse and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I gently cleared my throat. “What if . . . what if I can’t?”

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat before August groaned. “Don’t say that. You’re fucking with my restraint.” His gaze flicked between the other two. “And we have an audience.”

Lucifer held up a hand in mock surrender before giving a wicked grin. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ve watched you two before—when I was a ghost, of course. But this wouldn’t be the first group encounter if it swings that way. I am all for giving Nathalie what she needs.”

August and Lucifer stared at each other until Marcel broke the tension. “It would be my first . . . but I could use a distraction.”

All three heads turned to him, each of us shocked. Despite the dislike of sharing from all three men, it was not a secret that it was the hardest for Marcel. He met each of our gazes easily and shrugged in response leaning against the headboard and raking his eyes slowly over my body. It didn’t pass his inspection that I wasn’t wearing a bra as he lingered on my chest.

Wait until he found out I didn’t have on underwear either.

My blood heated under his gaze and when Lucifer started caressing my thigh again, his hand inching up this time, Icouldn’t stop myself from squirming in my spot. The next several seconds were a showdown, a sexually charged game of chicken as we all waited for someone to tip the scale.

Shocking everyone, it was Marcel that went for it.

Shifting in his spot, he leaned toward me as he ran his fingers through my hair, his hands stopping at the base of my neck and gripping the strands. He tipped my head back. His eyes swept over my face.

Then, slowly, one hand released my hair and began drifting down my body. He skimmed the outer curve of my breast, over the plains of my stomach and to the waistband of my sweats. His fingers toyed with the edge while he cocked an eyebrow, asking for permission.

I arched upward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he forced his tongue into my mouth.

Marcel’s touch was feather light as he pushed beneath the band of my pants and his fingers found my weeping core. I almost flew out of my skin, my hips jerked so hard.

“You’re wet for us, sunbeam.”

I heard the low growl from the end of the bed, and I knew in that moment August’s control broke.

The bed shifted around me before hands settled at my hips gripping the waistline of my pants and tugging. In shifting to let August slide my sweats off, my connection with Marcel severed and I whimpered, reaching a hand behind me to wrap around the nape of his neck.

Marcel wasn’t having it. He lifted both of my arms in the air and Lucifer easily pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked to them.

“Fucking love your tits,” he groaned against my neck. Both his hands came up to cup my breasts, playing with the neglected buds. He pinched and tweaked them, and his every touch wasdriving me crazy, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, a breathy sound escaping my lips.

My legs fell open just slightly as my head lolled to the side. August and Lucifer both took their opportunities. August grasped my hips before throwing a leg over his broad shoulder. A second later his tongue parted me as he licked up my slit and ended with his tongue flat against my clit.

I exploded with pleasure, a loud moan echoing in my ears before it was swallowed in Lucifer’s brutal kiss.

I knew at this rate I would be covered in marks from all of them by the time this was over, but gods I didn’t care. I craved it. My body was on fire and their touch was the only thing that was quenching the inferno raging through every inch of me.

I was still rippling with pleasure when August sucked hard on my clit. A cry tore through me as my hand buried itself in August’s curly hair. I pulled, probably harder than I meant, as he began to roll his tongue over my center, slow and sensual.

“You’re so pretty like this, little witch,” Lucifer murmured against my lips. “So gorgeous and hungry for us.” August took that moment to thrust a finger into me and I bowed against Marcel’s chest, a guttural sound ripping from my throat.

Lucifer’s hand grabbed my jaw and wrenched my mouth to his, the kiss demanding and heated. I felt Marcel move his hands from my breasts and I missed his warmth immediately, but then two large palms rested against my thighs, before wrenching them apart.

“Oh gods,” I groaned softly, hardly able to believe that we were doing this, let alone that Marcel would hold me open for another man to eat me out. It was filthy in the best possible way.

“I’m the only god here,” Lucifer chuckled. August rumbled in protest, and I felt it where his mouth was on me. My eyes were locked with Lucifer’s as he brushed his thumb over my bottomlip. And then he dipped down and captured my lips in a slow kiss that teased every bit of restraint out of me.

August’s fingers picked up speed inside of me and my breaths started to come in pants against Lucifer’s lips. He bit my bottom lip as Marcel leaned forward and whispered in my other ear, “You’re so close, sunbeam. I want to see that gorgeous face you make when you come.”

August lapped at me and Lucifer eased back, guiding my head to look. “Watch him taste you.”

Watching August between my legs with so many hands and mouths on me, had me on the brink. When cool slender fingers gave both of my nipples a hard pinch, that was it for me. My entire body jerked as a scream I hardly recognized as mine pierced the air. August didn’t stop, riding my climax out with me until my body became languid, twitching slightly. He pulled away, biting my inner thigh. I peered at him through hooded lids, taking in the sight of his mouth glistening, and the dark look on his face while his hair—out of its usual ponytail—hung around his eyes.

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