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Hot breath fanned over her neck as Athon snored softly, his face close to her ear. Roth’s hand rested on her stomach as she lay on her back, while his nose sang the song of his species. A repetitive pattern of snorts and whistles she found both endearing and amusing at the same time. So much so she could barely hold in her giggles. Her chest shook from the effort.
“I know, right? He’ll deny it till he’s apoplectic if you say he snores, though. Some nights he’s lucky I love him, or I’d have smothered him in his sleep eons ago,” Athon whispered in her ear.
Jezzie looked into his gorgeous eyes and watched as the serpentine-like pupils dilated with desire the longer he held her gaze. Without thought, she leaned forward and kissed his soft lips quickly, before leaning back, she reached forward to tousle his multi-colored hair and smiled, her emotions still tumbling through a dryer of mixed memories and mismatched identities. She’d never experienced a soul like it before, and prayed to the Almighty she never would again. It hadn’t been a creature of nightmares though. No, the soul had once belonged to a being of light. One tasked with the protection of life. One who had used their power for more evil than she’d ever witnessed before.
Enough. No more of that, she thought. Food was needed. Preferably pancakes with bananas, strawberries and lots of butter and maple syrup, and washed down with a big glass of pulpy orange juice.
“Come on, the big guy can sleep some more while we go get breakfast. What do you say? Wanna play house with me?” Jezzie winked at Athon as Roth rolled over and his snoring got louder.
“Lead the way, milady,” he responded gallantly, rolling out of bed and proffering his hand like a gentleman.
Spending time alone with Athon was amazing. He was such a sweetie. Funny, yet sincere, and open about who he was and what he wanted.
“Hey, Jez?” he asked, as they sliced up the fresh fruit.
“What’s up, honey buns?” Jezzie returned.
“Is it weird for you? You know, having the three of us in your life . . . romantically? Or would it be if you choose to keep us?”
The hint of vulnerability in his voice sucked the air from her lungs and kicked her in the chest.
“I wasn’t expecting all of . . . this.” She waved her hand around between them.“You know? Not at the beginning. But, Nithe and I talked and we are on the same page and want whatever love fate throws our way. Especially if it’s you guys. He just wants me to be happy. The only big problems are the secrets. The things we don’t, or can’t, talk about. Plus, I really don’t think Roth trusts me yet.” When Athon went to interrupt she cut him off, holding up her hand. “I mean, I get it. This whole situation is so out of left field, and we all have our pasts, our traumas, and our demons, so it shouldn’t be a case of insta love, even if it feels that way. We’ve only just met, yet we’ve known each other for months, years for you, and in Roth’s case, decades. But I want this, and if you guys want this as much as me, then maybe we can make this work. It’ll just take all of us choosing to be all in.”
Athon rounded the kitchen island and pulled her into his arms, looping them above her butt as he leaned down and placed small, soft, coaxing kisses on her slightly parted lips, his tongue playing games with the soft flesh lovingly.
“I’m all in, baby. And Roth will be, too. Though we may need a little extra patience and understanding,” Athon whispered.
“What happened to make him so . . . untrusting of women? I’m assuming it’s just women, but is it everyone other than you?” Jezzie asked, curiously.
“It’s his story, so it’s his to tell. Even if it’s mine as well.”
Wrapped in Athon’s warm embrace she let it go, and soon they were laughing, cooking, and eating their fill. Too hungry to wait, they decided to eat first and take Roth back a tray laden with a pancake feast fit for a king, or one very hungry angel.
Which had worked out great. Roth had woken as they’d re-entered the room and after dragging Jezzie down onto the bed beside him and tucking her into his side, he’d dug into the fluffy delights with gusto, and downed the coffee and OJ like a dying man.
Until Jezzie—forgetting she was naked under the robe and having decided she was too hot for the extra layer of warmth with Roth’s nearness lighting a fire in her blood—slipped out of bed and slipped it off. She held her breath as she walked over to the wardrobe, in her best impersonation of supermodel glide, and placed it on a hanger before she turned to view their reactions.
Roth was choking on a mouthful of his breakfast, Athon slapped him on the back repeatedly. Two sets of eyes devoured every curve and hollow of her body, and tingles spread over her skin. Her cheeks flushed with desire, lips parted on a breathy whimper, a sound of surrender and need.
Roth’s eyes took on the predatory gaze of a hunter stalking his next meal as he set aside the tray and climbed out of bed. Athon closed in from the other side, less alpha but just as intense.
Desire pooled between her thighs and curled in her belly. Her nipples tightened into hard pebbles, so sensitive the air itself shot pleasure through them.
Athon pressed himself against her side, his hand cupping the back of her neck, his fingers stroking her soft skin as his lips trailed over her neck, nipping at her pulse as it raced. His hard cock rocked back and forth against her, as little groans left him.
Roth grabbed her left hip in one large, capable hand and stepped forward. His other hand roughly tangled in her hair and pulled her closer, causing his hard body to collide with hers. His cock pressed into her body and her knees almost gave way. Whimpers escaped her without thought as he stared down at her. His eyes searched her face.
“Do you want this, mi amor? Yes, or no?”
His voice was like black satin sheets over hard steel, and she could tell her answer meant everything. It would determine their forever.
“Yes, Azi,” she moaned, breathlessly. “Both of you, now and always.”
“Hmm, then both of us you shall have, my sweet, little tease,” he growled deep in his chest.
She felt his words deep inside and a flood of desire soaked her already wet pussy. He leaned in and took her mouth in a rough kiss. Not the gentle kiss of a lover, but the kiss of a man filled with the raw passion of a mate desperate to stake his claim. He pushed her back against the closed wardrobe door and lifted her off her feet. His arms slid under her thighs and spread her wide, but he didn’t step forward to fill the void.
“Ath, be a good boy and get down on your knees. Lick that pretty little cunt so I can see,” Roth ordered.
