“Are you absolutely sure, love?” I asked her. “Both of you?”
All teasing aside, I didn’t want to make any assumptions—not about either of them. I was fairly certain I’d never shared her with the wolf, and though he and the others had assured me time and again that we were brothers, bonded by our deep love for and loyalty to this woman, that didn’t mean I could invite myself into their most intimate moments like this. Especially when my memory was still so spotty, with no guarantees it would ever return.
“There’s nothing I want more,” Gray whispered, her hands coming up to cup my face. “I love you, Darius. And I know you love me, even if you’re still trying to remember how we got here.”
“There’s no need to stand on ceremony with me, Beaumont,” Emilio said, still nuzzling her neck. “You could come back from all this convinced you’re a damned toy poodle, for all I care. You’re still one of us. Still my brother.”
Not wanting to waste another precious second, I kissed her again, giving myself over to her touch. She slid inside my jeans again and gripped me, stroking me with absolutely perfect pressure.
Without warning, she and Emilio knelt down before me, Gray sucking me between her lips, slowly guiding me into her hot, velvet-smooth mouth as Emilio took her from behind, her soft moans of pleasure vibrating across my skin.
Everything inside me came undone. Gray had me at an absolute disadvantage, her mouth on my flesh, licking and teasing with such perfect, knowing strokes I could only assume she’d done this before.
I slid my hands into her hair, fisting her silky curls, my gaze trailing down the graceful arch of her back to the place where Emilio plunged inside her, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with the movement. Everything about the moment was perfect, beautiful, and as he brought her to her second epic orgasm of the night, I lost the very last shred of my own control, exploding in a white-hot burst of intensity, my body shuddering as she brought me back from the dead.
She leaned back against Emilio, breathless and breathtaking, her cheeks dark, her eyes glassy. I sat down on the floor beside them and leaned back against the wall, waiting for my heartbeat to steady.
None of us spoke.
Moments later, the closet door swung open, and a swath of light fell on Gray’s face.
“What the hell?” she gasped, her cheeks darkening further as she scrambled for her clothing. It took her a moment to recognize the figure looming in the doorway, grinning at her like a dammed idiot.
“Who has an orgy and forgets to invite the fucking incubus?” Asher demanded.
“Did it occur to you, hellspawn,” I began, “that the oversight was intentional?”
“Then you should’ve gotten a hotel across state lines, because the energy you three are giving off is like a nuclear sex bomb calling out across the miles.”
“And you felt you had to answer that call because…”
“Because I’msuperinto sex bombs, bloodsucker.” He stepped into the closet, crowding us. There’d been very little room to begin with. Now, I couldn’t move without feeling the warm brush of someone’s breath on my neck. “Besides, I couldn’t sleep.”
“There are lots of ways to pass the time, demon,” I said. “Perhaps you could play a game of hide-and-seek on the other side of the city. Or better yet, the country.”
“Don’t be rude,” Gray teased, nudging me with her foot. “There’s plenty of room in here for everyone.”
“Inwhere, precisely?” I slid my hand across her thigh, spreading her legs and slipping two fingers across her clit. She gasped, no doubt still sensitive, but her hips rocked into my touch.
That was apparently all the invitation he needed.
With a speed and grace that would impress any vampire, the incubus was out of his clothes and kneeling before Gray, claiming her mouth in a savage kiss.
I took the gentlemanly route and removed my hand from between her thighs, allowing him a turn. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping her legs around his midsection, burying his length inside her. Gray whispered his name, then Emilio’s, then mine, and though we’d only just finished devouring her, she reached for us both again, stroking, teasing, taking. I was instantly hard again at her touch, ready to give her anything she wanted, to take anything she had to offer.
As before, she touched me like she truly knew me.
And for the first time since those damned memory eaters stole my history, I allowed myself the faintest flicker of hope that maybe I’d remember how she liked to be touched, too. That I’d remember not just flashes of stolen moments in the car or in the Shadowrealm cabin, but every precious moment we’d shared together.
On my knees at her side, I leaned in close, kissing my way up the curve of her neck, sucking her earlobe between my teeth, grazing her flesh with my fangs. She arched her back like a feline, rising up on her knees until Asher was nearly completely exposed, then sliding down on him once again, driving the incubus wild. The scent of her desire pulsed from her body, in her blood, in the air, mingling with ours into a divine perfume that had my head spinning, my cock throbbing, my entire body aching for more.
Asher was the first to lose control, setting off a chain reaction that, in a matter of mere minutes, had us all trembling and weak.
Again, we sat in silence, heartbeats and breath and heat cresting, then receding, slowly bringing us back down.
The wave of shared pleasure had only just begun to fade when a hard and most unwelcome rap on the bedroom door had us all scrambling for our clothes.
“Shite,” I mumbled under my breath, at the same time Asher shouted, “Fuck off!”
