Page 27 of Carnal Magic
Strong, large hands. Powerful—but tender. They roamed up and down my body, massaging away tension in my muscles. Stroking with exactly the right pressure, bringing my skin alive.
Muscle. Yes. I reached out my hand and found a rounded pectoral. Ridged abs. Massive biceps, flexing beneath my fingers. The heavy ridge of a shoulder, wide and strong. The body of a linebacker. Narrow waist. Thick tree-trunk thighs. Hung like a horse, of course.
“Thank you, my lady.” A different voice whispered in my ear, sly with wicked amusement.
My heart skipped in a flutter of emotion. Nerves, anticipation, even shyness. “For what?”
“For not making us small yellow cylinders.” This voice was deeper, though not as deep ashis, the dark god.
Minions. FromDespicable Me. They really had been picking up on my random thoughts.
“Please don’t name us Bob, Kevin, and Stuart,” a third man said.
If I hadn’t already been crisped and boiled alive, I probably would have been blushing.
“To start, I gave you three of my shadows,” the god said. “If you want more, your wish is my command.”
He sends minions to lure you to him. They will tend your smallest wish and desire.
“They can give you anything,” he continued, though his voice sharpened, a dark thrust of fury that made my throat tighten. “Tenderness. Love. Mercy. All things which I’m incapable of giving.”
That wasn’t right. It didn’t ring true in my head. He might be a dark god, a supposed beast of darkness, a monster, but he wouldn’t give these men to me if he didn’t want me to have tenderness. If he wasn’t compassionate or capable of caring about my wellbeing. He wouldn’t care about consent or free will, either. Not if he was truly evil.
Soft lips kissed my forehead, distracting me. I stared up into a man’s face. Sculpted cheekbones, strong jaw, full, generous lips. Shadows swirled around his head, thickening into a careless tumble of curls across his forehead. Like Austin’s hair, I realized, though longer and curlier. Better.
He smiled. “We do everything better, my lady.”
The man at my feet rubbed his thumb against my arch, making me sigh. “Call us anything you wish. Give us any face. Any body. We’re yours as no one else can ever be.”
Closing my eyes, I floated between them. I didn’t try to force anything. No visualization or intent. I breathed and relaxed, sinking into the bliss of their attention.
The man at my feet had long dreads like Keneesha’s, though his braids were secured with gold bands. Gleaming ebony skin. Golden eyes. Wide, generous smile.Dharpopped into my head.
The second man had long, dark red hair like blood. Scottish, because why not? I loved a man with an accent. Loch. A sort of joking nod to Nessie.
“Aye, lass,” he purred against my stomach, tickling me with his hair.
“And my name, my lady?” The man at my head pressed soft butterfly kisses across my cheeks. The tip of my nose. My chin. “What will you call me?”
I said the first word that came to mind. “Finn.”
“You test my patience, my lady,”hegrowled. “Call them whatever you want as long as they fuck you well.”
Lust spiked with his words. Hands and mouths flowed over me, fueling the fire even higher. They pressed against me. Hard muscle and cock. Mine to command. I filled my hands with them. Stroking Loch’s impressive dick, my breast in his mouth. My lips locked to Finn’s, our tongues stroking, his fingers cradling my head and neck. While Dhar gripped my thighs and buried his face in my pussy. Licking deep inside me, making me moan and twist in their grips.
Fill me up. Make me come.
Immediately, Finn’s hand tugged my head back with a handful of my hair, arching my neck. His fingers in my mouth. Then his dick, straining my lips wider. Dhar slid into me on a long, slow thrust that made me shudder and pitch between them. My clit throbbed, already pushing me higher, tension straining in me.
Ever so delicately, Loch closed his teeth over my nipple, pinching and grinding playfully. His dick swelled in my hand. Rock-hard velvet, ready to explode. I hung poised between them, suspended over the bottomless pit again. Only this time when I took a step, I soared. I squeezed Loch’s dick in my fist. I curled my other arm back, grabbing for Finn’s hip, pulling him closer. Deeper. Gagging me. Dhar grinding on my clit until I screamed around the cock in my throat.
Drifting down in a slow spiral, I sank into their hands. I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t drowned in the spring. Though now that I thought about it, I didn’t sense water any longer. Only them. They lifted me, cradling me between the three of them. My skin hummed with pleasure, their fingers still stroking over me, keeping me primed.
Forhim.
My heart stilled at the realization. The whole reason I had come to the mountain. To please him. Serve him. Embrace him. Whatever that meant.
My men glided silently, moving in unison, as if they’d done this a thousand times. I clung to Finn, my arm around his neck. “I’m scared.”
