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“Spread your legs,” he commanded and joined her on the large bed. She did as he asked and was rewarded with a finger entering her from behind. She hoped this was just the vanguard, a promise of more to come.
And she was right. A second later, his finger was replaced by something a lot larger as he entered her in one long, hard push.
She gripped the bed sheets tightly as he began to fuck her fast and rough. There was no holding back now. Her moans grew louder and his heavy breathing joined their song.
When she came, he did it as well, uniting them in a rush of pleasure that took them far away from the glass-domed chamber they were in.
10
“What did you do to her?” Flint asked, amusement filling his tone. He wasn’t mad then. Or at least as far as Macey’s sleep-addled brain could tell. Oh. She’d fallen asleep; apparently, good sex did that to her. No, not good sex. Great sex. With an incubus. Did that mean he owned her soul now? She’d admit to having no clue how incubi worked. Though the other question was whether she cared if he did. Worryingly, she didn’t seem to mind the idea of losing her soul to him. Or the others. She pushed the hazy thought away. She’d deal with it when she was properly awake.
“Took her to heaven.”
“Seems unlikely. You’re the son of a demon,” Cam pointed out, and even in her sleepy frame of mind, she wanted to laugh.
“That’s just how good I am.” Macey could hear the smirk in his voice, but couldn’t really dispute his words.
“No such thing as heaven,” she murmured, and Jared chuckled, sounding closer than he had before.
“Is there not, little one?” Heat flooded through her as she remembered the last time he’d called her that. But she wouldn’t let that distract her. At least, not too much.
“No,” she said, blinking a few times and finally opening her eyes fully. Jared was sitting near her on the bed, a caring look on his face which was quickly replaced with a wicked smile.
“Then I don’t know how to describe being inside you.”
She swallowed almost audibly, aware of Flint and Cam’s eyes on her, as well as her current state of nakedness. She glanced at them, noting the hunger in their eyes instantly. A thrill shot through her. If they were okay with knowing Jared had already had her, and willing to do the same, then she was going to be a very happy kelpie.
“What time is it?” she asked, despite that not being the real question she wanted to ask. That question would end with them on the bed too. Or she hoped it would.
“Not time for that,” Flint said firmly. “It’s almost time to go to the feast.”
Macey groaned. How had she forgotten about that? Oh yes. A well-endowed incubus doing things to her body that she hadn’t imagined possible. Anyone would forget about a stupid feast then.
“Do we have to?” she whined.
“Yes,” Cam replied. “And they’ve sent you something to wear.” He sounded both amused and uneasy.
He handed her a small fabric bundle and she sat up to take a closer look. It seemed too small to be clothes. Maybe a t-shirt, or a small skirt. But then with a shudder, she remembered the blue girl from earlier and how she hadn’t worn a lot of clothes. Except that for her, it wasn’t as obvious with her colourful skin and scales. But Macey was very pale and didn’t like being exposed in front of a group of creepy blue men.
With a sigh, she unwrapped the bundle and held up the tiny dress inside. ‘Dress’ was an overstatement. Think dishcloth around the bum with a strap to kind of cover her boobs. And even the sparse fabric that was there didn’t hide anything. It was sheer. Who the waves came up with this monstrosity? She could just as well go there naked.
“I told them you wouldn’t like it,” Cam said, visibly uncomfortable. Macey wasn’t going to shoot the messenger. No, she was going to shoot the designer.
“I’m not going to wear this,” she stated and the three guys groaned. “I’m going in my normal clothes, and if they don’t like it, to hell with them.”
Jared grinned. “You said there is no hell.”
“Right now, there is,” she grumbled. “It’s the only place this dress can have come from.”
“It’s not that bad,” Cam tried to appease her. “Maybe put in on, just for us?”
She sighed, but then remembered she wasn’t wearing anything right now. This dress would actually be an improvement.
Trying to wiggle her hips seductively (maybe there was still a chance to spend the evening in bed rather than at the feast) she climbed out of the bed, ignoring the hungry glances the guys tried to hide.
“What’s that on your shoulder?” Flint suddenly asked, destroying the effect she had hoped for.
“What?” She craned her head, trying to see what he and the others were looking at. “I can’t see it? Are you messing with me?”
