Page 54 of Beyond Her Sight

“My mother doesn’t know the meaning of the word subtle.”

“He’s worried she overwhelmed you,” Desmond laughed.

“I’m surprised they didn’t suggest something more embarrassing like needing to practice,” Malcolm grumbled.

“Are you saying you don’t want to practice,” Claire’s voice came out in a soft purr that she had never tried before. From the way all three men’s eyes darkened, she was going to be using that purr a lot more often. She had meant her practice comment as a joke but desire still filled her stomach along with a twinge of nerves. They had taken care of her together back in the Elven Forest but that was more for comfort after the shock of her mother’s first letter. She didn’t know how it was all going to work but she trusted her instincts and her magic and right now her magic wanted all three of them.

She walked to Malcolm, letting her hips sway a bit more than usual. Part of her felt a bit awkward but there was another, deeper part of her that relished the powerful feeling that arose when she captivated her men.

Everett moved behind her as she stopped in front of Malcolm. The heat of his chest pressing into her back as it felt like the temperature rose in the room. Everett brushed her hair away from her neck with his hand, smoothing down the curls over her shoulder as he pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. Her breath hitched as he nipped at that sensitive place but she forced herself to focus on the dragon in front of her.

She lifted her hands and placed them on his broad chest. His broad chest and thick arm muscles that provided so much comfort, trembled as he restrained himself from moving. She let her hands smooth down his chest and down to his stomach, letting the fabric pool beneath her fingers. She moved her hands upwards, fingers grasping onto the fabric and pulling his shirt out of his pants as she moved her hands to the buttons.

Inch by inch, she exposed more of that golden skin. Finally, her hands brushed against bare skin and a soft growl rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating through Claire and causing her insides to clench. Everett moved his kisses up to behind her ear as his hands moved from her hips to the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it as Claire shoved Malcolm’s shirt off his shoulders.

It hit the floor with a soft thud as Everett finished unbuttoning Claire’s shirt, his fingers moving much quicker than Claire’s had. She lifted her hands from Malcolm’s chest to shrug her shirt off. She placed her hands back on his chest, moving them up to his shoulders and using her grip to tug him closer to her so she could kiss him.

Malcolm took her offered kiss with an intensity that had Claire moaning. She pressed harder against him, hands exploring as Everett’s calloused fingers pulled the cups of her bra down till her nipples were exposed to the warm room. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingertips, the sharp sensation had Claire twisting between them. She smiled against the kiss as she got a wicked idea. Her fingers fell to Malcolm’s dusty bronze nipples and she mimicked the movements that Everett was doing to her.

Malcolm only lasted a few moments with her doing that before he was growling. He bit her lip as he lifted her into his arms and walked backward till his knees hit the bed and he sat, pulling her tight into his lap. Claire ground her hips into him as this new position allowed her the movement. He nipped her lip again as Everett unsnapped her bra. Malcolm’s hands gripped her hips as he helped Claire grind down on him. Claire chased that delicious heat as Everett alternated between squeezing her breasts and strumming her nipples with his thumbs.

She threw her head back and gasped as Malcolm adjusted her so his hard shaft was dragging against her clit. Desmond was sitting in the corner on a stool. His elbows were on his knees as he leaned forward, his gaze intense on the scene they were making. He caught her watching and smiled at her but made no movement to get up, seeming content to watch for now.

Everett forced her attention back on him as he pulled her up from Malcolm’s lap till she was standing in front of him. Claire almost whined at the loss of sensation but it cut off as Everett unbuttoned her pants and shoved them down to her ankles. As she kicked the pants away, Malcolm shed his pants and scooted back up on the bed, every inch of him proudly on display. Everett gave her a gentle push with his hand on her back towards the bed. Claire shook herself off from the trance of her naked dragon and climbed up onto the bed.

The soft thud of clothes hitting the floor behind her had Claire looking over her shoulder. Malcolm didn’t let her get far as he combed his fingers through her hair and used a soft grip on her curls to turn him back towards her. He took her lips in a hard kiss, his tongue playing with hers. He was such an excellent kisser that Claire almost forgot Everett behind her. Warm skin pressing to her back had her gasping into Malcolm’s mouth.

Everett’s arm around her stomach pulled backward so she was leaning against his chest, completely exposed to Malcolm who groaned and wrapped a hand around his shaft, squeezing the base. Claire wanted to lean forward again but Everett’s arm was like a steel band around her stomach. His other hand traced up her arm and across her shoulder, cupping the front of her neck in a soft grip that had Claire relaxing back into him rather than tensing at the vulnerable position. His hand squeezed softly before he let it trace down her front, in between her breasts. His thumb circled her belly button one before his fingers traced through the coarse curls below.

Claire wanted to wriggle, wanted to beg but she had a feeling if she did, the game would stop and she was rewarded when Everett finally reached her core. His fingers ignored her sensitive clit, instead parting her folds and dragging his calloused fingers through her most sensitive skin causing her body to shudder. He huffed out a breath at her reaction and did it again until she was on the edge.

Just as she opened her mouth to beg, he sank two fingers inside her and curled them. A cry ripped from her throat as a mini-explosion wracked her body. He gave her no mercy, plunging his fingers in and out of her, stretching her for Malcolm. Claire dropped her head forward and Malcolm sat up, catching her chin and lifting it for a kiss as Everett went to three fingers. Malcolm swallowed her cries and senseless begging as Everett drove her towards a cliff she would gladly hurtle off. Before she reached it though, he stopped and Claire let out a whine as her hips twisted.

She wasn’t empty for long as Everett and Malcolm guided her down onto Malcolm’s thick cock. She barely felt the stretch as her hips began to move, chasing the pleasure that had been building. Malcolm let her control the pace for only a few moments before the firm grasp of his hands on her hips had him slamming into her. Claire’s mouth opened but no sound came out as the pleasure overwhelmed her and she collapsed forward onto Malcolm’s chest. Her contracting muscles seemed to undo Malcolm as well as a sound between a groan and a roar tore from his throat and the resulting warmth set Claire off into another round of spasms.

Everett didn’t let her rest for long as he dragged her up so she was leaning back against him again on their knees. “Are you ready?” he asked as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

“Yes,” Claire gasped out, surprising herself as the need inside her seemed to ramp up again. She had always wanted her mates, but this felt deeper, more instinctual, like the bond work from earlier had kicked off this craving for all of them. Everett adjusted them so Desmond had a better view and she locked eyes with her playful wizard right as Everett thrust into her. She wanted to close her eyes but Desmond’s intense gaze kept them open. His hands were clenched on his knees and Claire decided to call him to her. She opened up their bond more and called him to her. His eyes flared a deeper blue before he stood, shedding his clothes and climbing onto the bed in front of them.

Everett let her fall forward, onto her hands and knees and she gasped as he surged back inside of her, the change in angle sending him deeper. Shaking off her distraction, she lifted her hand to cup Desmond’s shaft and he threaded a hand in her hair, pulling it up into a soft ponytail and holding it there. He didn’t push even as Claire opened her mouth and licked down his shaft. His hand tightened and he let out a groan but he seemed content to let her run the show and Claire didn’t want that. She wanted to drive him crazy and make him lose control. She opened her mouth and swallowed him down as deep as she could go. He let out a yell and thrust his hips forward, choking her briefly before he tugged her head back. She lifted her eyes to his and gave him a smile. He let out a shuddering laugh. “You trying to kill me, little love?”

“Only in the best ways,” she smiled before repeating her actions.

She didn’t have long to wait before she got what she wanted and Desmond took control of her movements. Everett had stilled inside of her while she had gotten settled but picked his pace up again until she was always full and never empty. The pleasure that built this time was different, deeper and more intense. Claire was almost scared to fall over the edge but she didn’t have a choice when Malcolm reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She cried out around Desmond’s cock in her throat and he groaned, sending shooting warmth down the back of her throat.

He pulled out and Everett’s hand clamped down on her shoulder, holding her in place as his thrusts got impossibly harder and deeper. Malcolm didn’t let up his attention on her clit and her orgasm reached new heights as she threw her head back, mouth open in a soundless scream as the pleasure rushed through her body like a tidal wave, filling every inch of her with a searing warmth.

When it receded, Claire’s arms gave out and Desmond caught her before she could faceplant on the bed. Everett pulled out gently and Claire whimpered. Malcolm lifted her from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. He started the shower while Everett let the large stone bathtub fill. Desmond washed her off while she was still in Malcolm’s arms and then carried her to the tub, settling in behind her as Everett and Malcolm washed off. She felt both of them leave the bathroom and she reached out instinctively through their bonds to keep them close. Everett’s gentle warmth turned into images of food and clothes and Claire relaxed slightly. She let her head rest back on Desmond’s shoulder, turning so her face was pressed against his neck as the warmth of the water and the afterglow surrounded her. She was almost asleep when Everett and Malcolm returned.

“It’s okay,” Everett soothed as she opened her eyes when he lifted her out of the bath. “We’re here. You can sleep, little mate. We’ll take care of you.” As if her body and her bonds were waiting for his words, Claire dropped off into a deep sleep.

22

Either the good sleep or the great sex kept Claire in a good mood for the next two days but when Everina’s serious face greeted them at the breakfast table one morning, Claire’s mood plummeted.

“What is it?” she asked, halting Desmond and Everett’s banter about the training exercise later that day. The exercise was supposed to kick off in an hour but she had a strong feeling they would be delayed.

“The Council has arrived on the flight deck and are requesting to see you, Claire,” Everina said gently. It seemed the Council was making their move and officially overstepping their authority according to Roderick’s words in his office the other day. In the back of her mind she had figured that their actions with the Council squad wouldn’t go unnoticed but she had thought that the rules that the Clan Leader’s authority superseding the Council’s would protect them. Apparently not. The Council was ready to push the line of authority it seemed. Nerves twinged in her stomach. If the Council was getting desperate, they were getting dangerous.

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