“She seems fine to me.” Nolan snickers, also turning over on his side to face me. He pushes my hair away so he can murmur sweet sounds of love against the back of my neck, and then his hand slides over my hip and between my legs.
I release a long, low moan into Donovan’s mouth as Nolan expertly touches me through the thin fabric of my underwear. Several sensations flood me all at the same time, ranging from a deep ache inside me to spiraling tendrils of pleasure snaking through my body, freezing my muscles into place.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Nolan groans, his forehead banging against my shoulder. His middle finger strokes in hard, tight circles where I’ve only begun to explore myself now that my body was something to celebrate instead of scorn.
“Don’t say that when I’m ready to bust a seam over here,” Donovan begs while I’m busy exploring his pecs with my tongue. His hand gropes my ass, his big palm covering most of one cheek. “What happened to you being all shy and shit a couple minutes ago?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my voice low and breathy. Unconsciously, my hips start rocking into Nolan’s touch.
“Fuck no,” Donovan answers immediately, squeezing my ass in emphasis. “Curious what flipped the switch.”
“I love you, and I love Nolan,” I explain, my words coming out in fluctuating tones directly related to what’s going on between my legs. “I want… to express that… Oh God!”
“Careful, love,” Nolan croons, his wicked smile evident in his sultry voice. “You’ll spook D, and then he’ll have to jerk off alone.”
“Fuck you,” Donovan grumbles while leading my leg up and over his hip.
“Maybe later,” Nolan quips.
From my more exposed position, Donovan touches my wetness from behind, and I jump from having them both touch me so intimately. “Shit, you’re right,” he mumbles, his fingers pressing the slick fabric into me. “If you don’t taste her, I swear I will. Assuming that’s still okay with you, Angel.”
“I… I…” I cry, unable to say more because I feel like a firework that’s about ready to explode in a thousand raining colors.
“She’s close,” Nolan notes, his hand moving faster in a way that makes me both want to pull away because of its intensity and push closer as his touch sends me higher.
“Later then,” Donovan murmurs, his rough voice sending my nerve endings firing in excited mini explosions.
His fingers press deeper within me, pull out, and press into me once more, the fabric of my underwear seemingly more of a cursory barrier. The pumping motion fills the aching need, and I can’t help but moan, shouting to the gods as I fly closer to the heavens.
I claw at Donovan’s chest and Nolan’s arm, bucking and shivering under their concentrated ministrations until I reach the precipice of my climax. I hang suspended in the sweet torture for seconds that feel like hours, and then with professions of love howled from my lips, I burst into a thousand shooting stars streaking across the velvet night sky. My magic shoots out around me, ensnaring both of the guys and flooding them with the same profound passion that grips me. They curse, their bodies momentarily seizing before they shudder, pressing against me on both sides.
For several minutes, the room is only filled with the sounds of our gasping breaths as we come back down to earth. Donovan moves his hand back to my raised thigh, while Nolan shifts his to my stomach, pulling me tight against him.
“Nolan?” I whisper, afraid that he’ll be upset that my magic has manipulated him again.
“Does that happen every time you come?” he asks, parceling the words out slowly as his body continues to shake behind me.
I shake my head. “No. When I was with Connor, it was… well, we can feel each other’s as well as our own because of the mate bond, so it’s, um, intense, but my magic didn’t do… this.” I motion one hand at the three of us in a circular motion. My voice trembles when I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Probably something like a closed circuit,” Donovan yawns, rolling onto his back. “I’m guessing, because of the bond, your magic feeds directly into him and then back to you. And other than needing to change out of these jeans, I’m fine. The release is appreciated, but next time, I’d like to do it the fun way—not that fingering you wasn’t fun, because it fucking was.” He puts his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. “Tastes better than I imagined.”
“Oh my god!” I groan, putting my hands up to cover my flushed face. My mind is reeling with embarrassment while my body shivers with heated pleasure.
Nolan takes longer to answer, his fingers drawing mindless patterns on my skin. “It was surprising, but I’m okay. Will that happen every time we…”
“It probably will until I, uh, get better control of the tie between my magic and my emotions,” I admit, tugging down on the shirt that’s currently up around my breasts. “I’m sorry. I know you—”
“Shh, it’s okay,” he interrupts, dropping a soft kiss to the back of my neck. “I didn’t dislike it, and it was… a unique way of learning how much you enjoyed yourself.”
“This is so humiliating,” I mumble, wanting to curl into myself, but it’s impossible when I’m pinned between these two.
“I think it was kind of hot,” Donovan comments, easing himself up into a seated position. He slides down to the bottom of the bed and stands up. “I just don’t want to be jizzing in my pants the next time it happens.” With that statement, he gingerly walks his way into the bathroom and flicks the light on, not bothering to close the door.
My eyes widen when I see Donovan unzip his pants and slide them down his legs. He’s the first guy I’ve seen full frontal, and he’s something to behold, beautiful and big. Very big. And messy.
“Damn, dude,” Nolan exclaims.
“What the fuck do you expect? I’ve been edging most of the damn night, you vampire asshole,” he grumbles, walking out of view. Shortly after I hear the sound of the sink running.
