Page 106 of Married to the Devil

The fact that everyone in the penthouse seems to be aware that Stoneheart is trying to knock me up did not cause her comment to make me blush any less.

It makes the truth more awkward.

I’m pretty sure my fertility window is over. Stoneheart was just as touchy-feely last night, but it wasn’t nearly as driven as it has been. I’m doubly grateful that after Ben seduced the both of us with his music yesterday morning, we accomplished leaving the bed, and I got a head start on making the charms against the fae magic. If I can keep the same pace of work, I may be able to make two of them a day.

Because when I take a moment to breathe and evaluate my magic and my body, I don’t sense pregnancy.

Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but for a witch, it should be obvious the moment conception happens. Our magic is a part of us from our bodies to our souls.

If Stoneheart’s seed didn’t take, and I’m no longer ovulating, the charms are the next course of action.

I don’t let myself ponder the disappointment. I’m so in my head that I miss Stoneheart’s eyes opening.

“You’re looking way too smug this morning,” Stoneheart says.

“I have two hot men in my bed. I think I deserve to feel smug.” I smile and finish my coffee.

Ben hums and stretches, waking up. The fact that neither of them spring away from the other is a sign. The distance Stoneheart has been keeping from the two of us is diminishing.

Maybe when he wakes up more that will change, but it’s comforting when his hand flexes on Ben’s shoulder before pulling away.

With all the sex and teasing of the last couple of days, there’s a clarity that I refuse to ignore.

We belong together. The three of us.

I don’t know how we can get Ben to stay or if Stoneheart will ever open his heart, butthisfeels right.

Stoneheart crooks a finger at me, and I hesitate. I just did my hair, but the delicious sight of the two of them rumpled pulls meforward. He takes my coffee mug and places it on the side table before snatching me by the waist and pulling me into the bed.

I shriek, landing with two hard bodies on either side of me, but they only laugh. Ben’s hands start pulling off my dress.

“I’ve already gotten ready for the day,” I complain.

“So ready,” Ben says, nipping my ear and making me giggle.

Stoneheart puts his mouth over my mating mark, and I sigh in pleasure at the short circuit that spot has to overriding my good intentions. But we have things to do, and I spread my hands against the gargoyle’s chest to push him away and somehow get out of this bed full of hands.

“Don’t you want to reward your demon for his commendable service?” he asks. “Don’t you want for him to finally fill you?”

His words have me stopping long enough for Ben to get my dress off.

“He can come inside me?” I ask as a roundabout way of asking about how fertile my scent is. I don’t want to have the discussion yet that our plan A doesn’t seem have borne fruit.

The question gets Ben’s attention, and he pulls me to straddle him, his hands sliding up my thighs. His cock throbs against my panties to which my pussy immediately responds, making them stick to me with the flush of desire slickening my folds.

I moan as Stoneheart pulls the gusset of my panties aside for Ben’s erection to slide against me.

“Gods,” Ben says. “Please say yes. I’ve been dreaming of this.”

I rock my hips against him, imagining how it would be to be dripping with Ben and Stoneheart’s cum at the same time. My nipples are so hard against my bra that they ache.

We should at least finish getting me naked for a moment like this.

But I can’t wait.

I notch the head of him to me right as the bedroom door swings open, and the world ends.

“Stoneheart—fuck!” Silas’s curse hits me like a bucket of cold water.

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