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Being with them felt nice. It felt right. The guys sat side by side on the plush couch in the den, Jezzie awkwardly seated on both of their laps. Well, one ass cheek on Roth’s muscled thigh, and the other on Athon’s. Not the most comfortable position, but absolutely worth it. Fortunately for her, she had a little extra natural padding in the booty area which came in very handy in such situations.
Roth lightly stroked her hair, playing with the strands the same way he did that first day, as if he couldn’t will himself to stop. His other hand held hers, almost like he was afraid to let her go. Athon, on the other hand, had her head tucked under his cheek, his head tilted to the side, breathing deeply—as if he could will her essence to become a part of him. One arm was slung behind her as he rubbed gentle circles on Roth’s neck, or so she assumed judging by the way the muscles shifted in his forearm. His other hand rubbed similar circles on her thigh. He’d started at her knee, but every so often his fingers roamed a little higher. Testing the waters, seeing how far she’d let him go. So far, she hadn’t put a halt to it. Still, she wasn’t sure she wanted to rush things. She felt strange being so close to them in person rather than in her dreams. Especially without Nithe there to help her. She needed to get to know them, feel them and their intentions out. It all came down to two things: Firstly, if they were as awesome as they appeared to be. Secondly, if they accepted and got along with Nithe. If Nithe wasn’t a part of their equation . . . then they wouldn’t, couldn’t, be a part of hers.
Her heart fluttered as her brain said his name, her thoughts racing out to connect with his, needing his familiar comfort.
Nithe, mo shíorghrá?
Fuck I love the sound of your voice, Jez, even if it’s only inside my head right now. How may I be of assistance, my lady? Nithe’s brogue felt almost as good to her ears as his dragon’s rough tongue sliding along her sensitive flesh.
A stór, talk to me, before I race back home and kick their asses, whether they deserve it or not. The dragon came out in the harsh rumble of Nithe’s voice.
All’s good, Ni. Just miss you, is all.
What? Two hunky guys keeping you company isn’t enough? he joked.
You know I love you, right? I feel so awkward and unsure with them, because I don’t want any of you to feel left out, jealous, or weird or anything. She all but whimpered.
I’ll be home first thing in the morning, a stór, sooner if you truly need me. I suggest you just be your awesome self. Get to know them more, have fun, let loose. I love you, you know that. Being intimate with them, loving them, won’t change how I feel about you. In fact, knowing you are loved by them, not just in our dreams, but in reality, is an amazing feeling. This is meant to be, Jez. And seriously, everything we’ve done with them in our dreams, we have actually done with them, if Balthazar is to be believed about the Astral Plane. Which, come on, considering the amount of cum everywhere when we were done, we can’t deny he told the truth.
Juice came shooting out of Jezzie’s nose as she snorted. Fuck. It burned. Stupid citric acid. Her eyes started watering, and still she laughed. Poor Athon’s shirt was wrecked, and the guys were eyeing her like she’d grown two heads. Tana, on the other hand, was smirking.
“Nithe whispering sweet nothings to you again, C—J Bear? Maybe filling your head with something naughty?” she winked and cackled.
Damn, she’d make a better witch than Jezzie any day if the contest was based on cackling alone.
Sorry, Jez. You okay?
Just dandy, thanks. Orange juice out of your nose is super sexy, dontcha know? Jezzie said sarcastically.
Well, on that note, I’m going to go rub one out. He chuckled. Tell me how much you want my lips on you, how much you want my cock in your mouth, in your pussy, then go have fun with my bondmates before I come back just to spank that sexy ass of yours.
I want you naked under my hands, my lips trailing over you warm skin, my nails raking over your hard muscles as I work my way lower to cup your balls and wrap my lips around your hot, hard cock, and suck you into the back of my throats while Roth and Athon watch, both buried deep inside of me. . . Bye, Ni, sweetest of wanks.
With that said she shut the link with a click and looked up to apologize to the two men still holding an obviously crazy woman close to them.
“Nithe? Is this the mind link thing you told us about, babe?” Athon queried.
“Yep,” she popped.
“So?” Roth prompted.
“So, what?” Jezzie teased.
“What did he say to you that had you squirting juice out of your nose?” Roth chuckled.
“He told me to go for it. Take the leap and stop holding back with you both.” They both perked up at that bit of news. “He also brought up how it’s not like I haven’t been covered in cum from all three of you before, reminding me that our intimacy is far from new. Though, I must admit how nice it is to hear your voice after all this time, Athon. And yours again, Roth.”
Roth’s voice held sexy Spanish undertones, while Athon’s was like smooth black velvet covered bass. Both of which slid into her ear and under her skin to pucker her nipples and tease her hussy of a vagina.
“And are you going to take his advice, babe? Fast or slow, we’ll do it your way,” Athon asked and assured her at the same time.
Instead of answering, Jezzie twisted her upper body to face him, speared her fingers through the rainbow wonderland of his Mohawk, and pulled his mouth down over hers. Lips parted, tongues tangled and explored. The kiss was pure magical bliss. He tasted of cinnamon and spice. Okay, so they’d just finished off a tray of gingerbread biscuits, which accounted for the added flavor, but what lay beneath was passionate desire mixed with reverence and care, and what she could only hope was an emotion that would one day lead to love.
The sound of a deep rumbling growl came from beside them and one of Roth’s hands up her back, gently tugging on the ends of her loose hair. His other hand slipped between her body and Athon’s, his palm pressed against her thigh, her stomach, until he cupped one generous breast, squeezing it lightly.
The kiss ended as they came up for air, breathing heavily, but before she could recover, or utter a word, she was being turned and dragged onto Roth’s lap. Her legs straddled his, and she could feel the long, hard length of him pressed firmly at the apex of her thighs. Her body moved of its own volition, urging for them to come together completely. Roth’s large palms cupped her cheeks and slid into her hair, his lips slamming into hers. Unlike Athon’s gentle exploration, Roth’s was filled with savage fire and unbridled lust. Punishing almost in its intensity.
She felt a body pressed up against her back, Athon’s warm heat and sexy scent behind her, Roth’s in front, two sets of arms wrapped around her.
