She didn’t wait for them to respond, just ripped open a portal under her own feet.
Shouts erupted in the room, quickly followed by the sounds of shattered glass as she released her hold on the wolves. It would take a few minutes or maybe even longer for the magic to leave the metal beasts.
As they fell into the void, Morgan tightened her arms around each man, afraid they would be torn from her. Both curled around her, tucking her between them until she felt surrounded, as if they thought to protect her.
Possibly sensing her urgency, they didn’t linger in the void. It took only seconds before they were spit back out at the coven.
Unfortunately, Morgan wasn’t prepared when they were suddenly dropped from the ceiling, and she gave a startled yelp when they crashed to the ground. Caedmon twisted so he took the brunt of the collision, landing with a grunt. She smacked against him a fraction of a second later, his body cushioning her drop.
Then oomphed when Ryder smashed into the both of them, squishing her between the two of them, his arms braced to soften the crush.
And she found her face plastered against Caedmon’s shoulder.
His very naked shoulder.
She couldn’t make herself look up.
She didn’t want to see his expression, his rejection, because that meant she would have to pull away, and she wasn’t ready for that. She just needed time to reassure herself that he was all right, one more minute to soak up his nearness before she had to face reality.
The scent of a wood burning stove had her unconsciously burrowing closer, only breathing a sigh of relief when the underlying sweet smell of plums reached her senses.
She expected Ryder to jump to his feet and help her rise. Yet he remained still, his nose brushing the back of her nape as he inhaled her scent, as if to reassure himself that she was unharmed.
Then she became aware of his erection pressing against her ass.
Her mind immediately landed in the gutter and wallowed there like a starved pig. She couldn’t help but feel Caedmon’s own erection low against her stomach.
Gods in heaven…erections everywhere!
Her mind seized, unable to process it.
She should be throwing elbows and knees in order to get toher feet, but her will to move was gone, her body completely boneless, content to be caught between them.
The inside of her arm burned and itched like crazy. She wiggled, brushing the underside of her arm against Caedmon’s shoulder, her skin cooling the instant she touched his flesh.
Something niggled at the back of her mind at the familiar sensation, but she quickly became distracted when the guys gave twin moans and thrusted against her.
Her head snapped up, and her soul trembled when she saw Caedmon’s renowned control stripped away, the hunger in his deep yellow eyes making her forget how to breathe, forgetting even her own name.
She couldn’t remember why this wasn’t a good idea, not when being caught between the two of them felt so right. Staring into his eyes, she slowly lowered her head, her stomach erupting with fairy wings when his breathing halted, his ravenous gaze searching her own before dropping down to her lips. Their mouths were only a breath apart when the door to the study was thrown open with a bang.
Morgan startled so badly that her magic wrapped around her, yanking her from between them. She landed in a crouch, her blades forming in her hands as she faced the threat.
She blinked when she saw Ascher storm in the room, his lean frame braced to do battle, not an inch of fat on him. Smoke rose from his clothes in his agitation, his sandy blond hair wild, the hint of curl unruly, like he’d struggled not to pull it out. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room, quickly coming to rest on her…then she’d swear a blush filled his high cheekbones, telling her that he’d seen the compromising position.
Morgan straightened slowly when nothing appeared to be chasing him. She cleared her throat awkwardly, avoiding his gaze, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She looked slightly over his shoulder to avoid his penetrating gaze, and shot him a brilliant smile. “Hey…what’s up?”
She winced, wishing not for the first time that she’d been born with at least an ounce of sophistication. Instead, all shecould do was watch what little dignity she had left go down the toilet.
Ascher felt the instant Morgan returned to the coven, her power splashing through the mansion, and the muted connection between them flared to life. He had one second to breathe a sigh of relief that she was back.
Then her churning emotions hit him in the chest like a sledgehammer. Heart pounding, he charged out of the kitchen, his only thought to get to her in time. His beast surged toward the surface, wanting to rip anything apart that dared threaten his mate, and he struggled to keep from shifting.
Curses and pounding of feet thundered through the rest of the house, her other mates answering the call, but he had no intention of waiting. If they were returning via a portal and not with the van, something had gone wrong.
He didn’t bother to hold back the growl that rumbled in his chest.
He fucking knew it was a bad idea to let her go off alone.
