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Something stopped her.
She glanced to the right. The reflective wall? She wondered, for a moment, if she looked any different now that she’d been so thoroughly debauched. She found herself stepping closer, hardly aware she was moving at all.
Sarah gasped in shock. Was that her? That wildling from the woods with tangled hair and flushed cheeks? Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her sex still shimmering with her own arousal and Lorie’s.
Her magic shone like a halo around her. Green and golden ribbons of sparkling light. Isn’t this what happened when a triad was true? After the first consummation, she recalled, the magic revealed the match. But they hadn’t had a complete consummation, had they? She’d been with each of them separately. Almost separately. But this time, Con hadn’t found his release. She’d wanted him to. Wanted to know what it felt like to be completely invaded. Taken by both her men.
The image wavered in the glass and Sarah realized she was no longer alone. Lorie and Con stood on either side of her, their smiles knowing and determined. She looked behind her. There was nothing there. She could still hear the hushed conversation in the bathroom, the rush of water.
She turned back to find the images of her two lovers had moved closer now. So close they were pressed against her own reflection. How? And why did she feel as if they were touching her?
An illusion. She should escape it while she could. She’d had enough of that kind of magic to last forever. She wanted to move, but as the two male reflections fell to their knees, dragging her image with them, Sarah joined them on the floor. She couldn’t seem to help herself.
There was no need for foreplay. No need for slow gentle caresses and romantic words. The images knew exactly what they wanted. What she needed.
Lorie’s reflection lay down on his back and Con’s lowered her onto his thick cock. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, feeling the invasion as her image moaned in pleasure.
Her body, still reacting to the aftershocks of her earthshaking release, felt her passion rising again. Her blood heating as her image rode Lorie without mercy. Con’s reflection came in behind her, and he showed her the shining liquid on his fingers before slipping it between the cheeks of her freshly spanked bottom.
Sarah fell to all fours, whimpering as she felt the invasion. One finger. Then another. Stretching her, readying her for what was coming. Impossibly full. Stinging sweetly. He lined his cock up to replace his fingers, and pushed the tip inside.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, Con, yes!”
Lorie’s voice startled her. “Looks like she decided to start again without us.”
Con sounded surprised. And aroused. “Where did you get that mirror? Have I mentioned I’m officially moving into this room? I’ll call it Conway’s New Eden.”
Lorie knelt down beside her as his reflection continued to rock her against him. She could see them both in the glass, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “Don’t fight it, Sarah. It gives you what you want. Usually that’s our job but, in this case, I can’t help but like what I’m seeing. I think you’re going to like what you’re feeling even more.”
“Wh-what?” What was happening to her? She could see two copies of Lorie and Con lining up with each other. Mimicking each other. She felt the instant Lorie slid beneath her and lowered her onto his erection. The instant Con began to fill her from behind. But it was as if she were in two bodies at once.
Everything was intensified. Everything heightened. She caught the wild gaze of her own doppelganger and they each grinned at each other, knowing they were the luckiest women alive.
Con let out a guttural groan and gripped her shoulder, finally done with moving slow. His hips pounded against hers and she cried out, grinding her sex against Lorie until he growled.
When she finally found her release, she screamed their names, knowing that if she died from this, from too much pleasure…
It would be worth it.
Chapter Six
She couldn’t sleep. After the last few hours, she should be unconscious between her two lovers. But she was too restless to relax. Some part of her still too concerned she would wake and realize this had been the dream.
She gathered the blanket that had been tossed on the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders, secure in the knowledge that Con’s shield would keep everyone out until she was ready to face them. At least until she was dressed.
Wandering around the large, family home, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder at the last few days. She had no regrets. She had spent countless ages in the closest place to hell she could imagine. In fact, it was still difficult for her to consider the possibility that some other, nightmarish shoe wasn’t about to drop.
But experiencing what she had with them was worth the risk. Their magic recognized each other. Had merged as if they’d always been one. Their bodies had joined as well. More than once, she thought, blushing as she remembered. Sarah couldn’t regret that either.
Now she knew why she would sometimes find her grandmother staring out the window, a soft smile of remembered love making her look young, making her glow. She’d had a true triad too, before she’d lost them in the old country. Even though she’d come to Salem, searching for a new start with her family, the memories had never gone away.
Now Sarah understood.
Something had altered inside her. A seed of something deeper and more profound was growing. Where there had only been rage, laughter was growing. Where there had only been emptiness, the promise of love was filling it. She’d been afraid she’d lost her soul, but being here, with these people…maybe it was growing back. Or more likely coming out of hiding.
She headed toward the den, where a fire had come to life when alerted to her presence. She stepped closer to study the frames on the mantel. Images of Lorie’s family. His mother and her triad, their smiles brilliant and intimate, telling Sarah without words how happy they were together. In another, their children were all huddled together, showing her their striking similarities. They all had grey and blue eyes, stunning features and a confidence that came from knowing where they belonged. She squinted. Was Lorie wearing spectacles?
They made him look dashing.
