Page 40 of Magic Hunted
Ashir gently pinched my nipples, reigniting sparks of desire that had dimmed. I reached to cup Dias’ cheek, a mirror action of how he held me. His eyes fluttered closed, face relaxed as he tilted his cheek into my touch. His purr dimmed from one of hunger to happiness and when he opened his eyes it was with less uncontrollable desire and more a reverence that stole my breath.
He slowly leaned toward me, settling his lips against mine. I firmed my fingers along his nape, held him in place, opened my lips and traced his bottom lip with my tongue. His taste was stronger than his scent now that I tasted from the source. Clean and fresh, I imagined fields of green grass and freedom.
Threads of harmony fell into place as our soul-lights wove an intricate pattern, separate and yet creating something new together. Dias’ calloused palm slid through my hair. He tilted his head and took the lead. Each stroke of his tongue was a delicious pull of desire. I rubbed my thighs, needing more.
“Tell us to ease your ache,” Savvas whispered.
I’d never allowed casual touch and I damned well never invited anything intimate from anyone, but Ashir, Savvas and Dias were different. I’d used my own hand to settle the physical ache when it arose, which wasn’t very often given my life, but the heat buzzing inside me couldn’t be named as a mere ache.
This wastorment.
I thought I understood the meaning of that word but that was a weak facsimile of the real thing. I clenched my thighs, hoping that would help with my throbbing clit and soaked pussy.
It didn’t. It only made my need grow. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into Ashir’s hands and tightening my grip on Dias’ curls with one hand, while I tugged on Savvas’ silky strands with the other.
“She needs all our hands, brothers,” Ashir said.
The moan that broke from me was pure sex.Yes. That’s exactly what I needed. My mind was a feverish mess. I’d never been this way before; so broken with desire I’d do anything to relieve it.
“Please.” I didn’t recognize my throaty voice, filled with unbridled need, but then it didn’t matter when Ashir slid his fingers beneath the hem of my dress and between my thighs and gods above this was the first time in my life I was glad no one had supplied me with underwear.
Dias thrust his tongue inside my mouth and Ashir slid a finger through my cleft and Savvas palmed my breasts. I was so on edge a gentle touch was enough to tilt me into a precipice filled with bliss. Red, yellow, orange lights entwined with mine, rubbing against each other. An orgasm exploded through me, coming from nowhere and stealing my breath. I slumped against Dias, supported in a nest of strong arms, soothing touches and gentleness and now I was free-falling without a safety net. I should push them away. Should try to save them but the bond was seeping into me. Filling parts of me that should never see the light of day. I was too defenseless to stop it, but deep down, I was still a coward.
Exhaustion overcame me and when my eyelids slipped closed, I let the darkness sweep me away rather than face the fact that I’d done the equivalent of signing their death warrants and there was nothing I could do to take it back.
Chapter Twenty-One
Soothing scents of citrus, fresh earth and cinnamon, alongside heady masculine musk, blanketed me. I inhaled, dragging my nose along hot, smooth skin and filling my lungs to the brim with the delicious scent. My panther stirred, stretched and rose to hover just beneath my skin. I peeled back my closed lids to see warm caramel staring down at me, glowing with the light of Savvas’ panther.
A lazy grin curved Savvas’ full lips as his gaze leisurely roamed my face. His fingers trailed a languid path from my shoulder to my waist. “How did you sleep, my heart?”
His voice rumbled against my breasts that were pushed against his bare chest. In fact all of me was pushed against his bare chest. Not that I had a choice considering my head was pillowed on his wide biceps and his other arm was bent around my waist. It didn’t explain why my thigh was thrown over his hip or the way my hips were flush against his.
A warm, solid body lying at my back locked me against him. Then I realized the arm around my waist wasn’t Savvas’, but Ashir’s. The heavy weight of it was a brand on my skin. Fingers dented the swell of my hip and I looked down to see Dias behind Ashir, his arm thrown over Ashir to hold me tight. All three alphas touched me, holding me cocooned between their much larger bodies and I felt…wanted.
The realization shot adrenaline through me, triggering my brain to follow my body and wake up, because now I had clarity of mind, I understood exactly what I’d done.
“Let me enjoy holding you just a little longer,” Savvas said, his hand tightening around me.
Ashir rose over me a little to nuzzle my ear. “We’re all enjoying finally being able to hold you.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“Do you know you snore when you sleep?” Savvas said, a grin falling across his mouth.
“I…” That was far too intimate for my brain to cope with.
A mistake. I’d made a mistake and fallen asleep in their arms. A warning siren blasted through my head. I should move. I should jump away from this temptation but my panther kept me locked between them and all I could manage was a flex of my fingers on Savvas’ hot skin and the feel of Ashir branding my back and Dias’ palm on my bare waist.
“Hmmm. I smell your arousal. What are you thinking about, mate? Are you thinking about us and the pleasure we gave you last night?” Ashir nuzzled my ear.
Gods, yes. Not only thinking about it but yearning for more if the slick heat between my thighs and my panther’s smug satisfaction was telling me anything. But now the bond wasn’t taking over my brain, the mistake I’d made was rearing higher and wider in horrifying clarity.
“I’m thinking I should get up,” I said. Look for a way to tell them I’d made a monumental mistake that was going to get them all killed.
“That’s not what your panther wants, is it?” Savvas murmured.
My panther, the cursed animal inside me, lifted her head and purred. “I’m not her,” I said.
