“Let’s see,” Ronan said, tapping his lips. “You’re lying in bed next to a beautiful woman, who also happens to be naked, and she asks you if you’d like to try something with her. Your answer is… Ash, would you like to field this one?”
“Hmm, it’s a tough one. I might need to phone a friend,” Ash said. “But… No. Let’s go out on a limb here and say…”
“Fuck yes,” they both said, laughing so hard the bed shook. Then, from Ronan, “What are you thinking, Desario?”
“I can’twaitto hear this,” Ash said.
“Sebastian is all about the fine print,” I said. The idea was gathering momentum inside me, making my heart flutter. I gazed into Ronan’s eyes, hoping this didn’t freak him out. Hoping it would bring us closer, not push us further apart.
But some part of me knew it would bring us closer. That we needed this tonight, maybe more than we ever had before.
Be bold, girl. Fearless, just like the Six of Wands.
Okay, maybe Tarothadn’tbeen referring to the demons in my bed, but still. The fire inside me surged anew, reminding me that living a fearless life wasn’t always about big, courageous acts of bravery in the face of life-threatening adversity.
Sometimes it was just about making a small, bold leap in the quiet space of your own heart.
“The deal specifically says you can’t touch me,” I said, and Ronan nodded. I tugged the sheet down and grabbed Asher’s hand, pressing it to my bare breast, a slow smile stretching across my lips. “But it doesn’t say you can’t watch.”
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Ronan’s eyes darkened with lust.
“No,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse. He swallowed hard. “It doesn’t say that.”
Emboldened by the new intensity in his gaze, I kicked the sheet off completely and slid closer to him, bringing my lips within a hair’s breadth of his. Everything about this moment felt dangerous and delicious, a heady mix that was already making me dizzy. Ronan’s cloves-and-campfire scent called to something deep inside me, a familiar longing I’d associated with him ever since I’d started to have feelings for him—a longing that had only intensified since we’d finally crossed that boundary together.
“I want to do this for you,” I whispered. “But only if you’re okay with it.”
He nodded, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My thighs clenched; that one little gesture flooded my core with so much heat, I thought we’d start a fire evenwithouttouching. I wanted nothing more than to slide my tongue into his mouth, to taste him, to unleash everything we’d been forced to hold back since we’d escaped the Shadowrealm.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, arching back against Asher. “Both of you.”
Ash slid out of his sweatpants, and Ronan followed suit, yanking the shirt over his head and kicking off his jeans and boxer briefs. My two fierce, beautiful demons stretched out on either side of me again, and Asher kissed my neck, swirling his tongue behind my ear, his fingers trailing slow circles down my ribcage, my hip, my upper thigh, then back up to my breast.
Both of them were hard as steel, Asher’s cock pressing urgently against my backside, Ronan’s so close to the apex of my thighs, if I closed my eyes and thought back to our last time together in the woods of the Shadowrealm, I could almost feel him inside me again.
“Touch yourself,” I said to Ronan, soft but fierce, my breath hitching as a flood of raw desire coursed through my veins.
He did as I commanded, fisting his cock and stroking himself slowly, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Asher rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure straight down to my core.
“Ronan,” I breathed, as Asher increased the pressure on my nipple, tugging and teasing, making me writhe. “Tell us what you want to see.”
“I want to see your face,” he said. “Your eyes. I want him to fuck you from behind and drive you absolutely wild… But your eyes aremine.”
At those words, Asher growled in my ear, more than ready to comply. I arched backward again, and he slid inside me from behind, his hand on my hip as he slowly rocked against my backside.
My body was still buzzing from our earlier time together, my skin hypersensitive, but holyfuckhe felt good. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
Ronan’s eyes blazed with new heat.
Asher grew harder inside me, his fingers digging into the flesh at my hip as he plunged in deeper, his teeth nipping at my neck, my shoulder.
Ronan leaned forward, dragging his nose through my hair and inhaling my scent, careful not to let our skin touch. His chestnut hair tickled my cheek, and I skimmed my fingers in front of his chest, feeling the heat rise from his body, our energies connecting even as our bodies couldn’t.
