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“I need you. All of you.”
“And what do you need from us?” Malcolm growled softly in her ear.
“I need to feel something other than this grief.” Claire opened her eyes and looked directly into Everett’s green ones. “Please, make me feel.”
Everett’s response was to clutch the back of her head and tug her into him for a deep, greedy kiss. Malcolm growled softly but dropped his hands from Claire’s hair, taking over for Everett in cleaning the rest of the soap from her body. His warm hands stroking all over her skin combined with Everett’s deep kiss had Claire standing on her tiptoes, twisting to get closer to both men.
A clearing of a throat broke Everett’s kiss and the three of them shifted to see Desmond leaning against the wall outside of the shower. “As hot as that is to watch,” he purred, holding up a large towel, “why don’t we move it to where everyone has a bit more room?”
Claire smiled at him and broke away from in between Everett and Malcolm, enjoying the way that Desmond’s eyes darkened as he took her in. He held the towel open in an invitation and Claire stepped into it. He dried her off with a quick efficiency before squeezing the excess water from her hair and flinging the towel behind her. Everett’s quick curse when it landed on him had Claire laughing before Desmond tugged her off her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her laugh turned into a throaty moan as her core made contact with Desmond’s deliciously hard center.
Desmond pressed her down into the bed and Claire arched up, grinding on his hard cock through the barrier of his pants. Weight dipped the bed to one side as Everett climbed onto it. Desmond broke their kiss to move his lips down her chest, ignoring her beaded nipples and heading straight towards where Claire ached the most.
Her cry when his lips found her core was swallowed by Everett's mouth as he kissed her. He palmed one of her breasts in his hand as another pair of lips found her other nipple and sucked hard on it. Malcolm lashed her nipple with his tongue and then laved it gently as Everett’s fingers found her other nipple and rolled it between them. The spark of pain seemed to travel straight to her core where Desmond was there to lap it up.
He feasted on her noisily as he licked and sucked every drop of wetness that came out of her like he was dying of dehydration. She would have been embarrassed by the noises if it didn’t feel sogood.
The bone-deep ache of grief had been replaced by the overwhelming sensations of pleasure from her men. Their bonds flared wide open inside Claire’s chest as they teased her body with their hands and lips. The pleasure growing to an almost unbearable level that had Claire’s body twisting as she reached for that ledge that would send her over. Malcolm’s hand pushed her hips down, keeping her still for Desmond’s mouth as he teased her clit mercilessly. Her cries and moans were still being muffled by Everett’s kiss. He bit her bottom lip as Malcolm sucked hard on her nipple.
As if they had planned it, Desmond slid two fingers inside her as he sucked hard on her clit and Claire shattered between them. Shaking with the heat and pleasure that rushed through her body like a wave. Their touches entitled as they gathered Claire between them, soothing her shaking body as she rode out the aftershocks of pleasure, her body growing heavy as the pleasure receded and exhaustion took over, her eyelids growing heavy.
“Sleep, little mate,” Everett’s voice whispered in her ear as he shifted her head onto his chest.
“But what about you?” She tried to blink her eyes open under the drugging warmth of her bonds with her men.
“We’re here,” Desmond promised. “We’ve got you.”
Today had been a lot but all of that didn’t seem to matter as Claire fell asleep to Malcolm’s soft purr and the smells of her men deep in her lungs.
2
Claire blinked blearily awake the next morning, pulled from a deep slumber filled with disturbing dreams about enemies she couldn’t see. Warm fingers brushed over the worried furrow in her brow and she smiled as she opened her eyes to Desmond.
“Good morning,” he whispered softly. “How did you sleep?”
Claire frowned slightly. “Okay. Just weird dreams.”
“That’s to be expected I think after the last few days you’ve had.” Desmond traced his fingers across her forehead again and Claire closed her eyes at his touch. The skin at her back was cool and the lack of humming in her bonds told her Everett and Malcolm weren’t in the room.
“Toan knocked on the door earlier this morning,” Desmond read the question in her eyes. “They left to help with their first patrol. Which means,” he tugged her closer till her bare skin was pressed against his, “I get you all to myself.”
Claire smiled and blushed, moving her eyes away from Desmond’s intense stare. Her gaze landed on her mother’s journal sitting next to the bed and her body stiffened. Desmond pressed a gentle kiss on her temple and shifted them until Claire was tucked against his side in a more comforting cuddle.
“We don’t have to look at it today,” Desmond said. “We can go down to breakfast and see what Toan has in mind for your Elven training.”
Claire sighed. “I’m going to have to look at it eventually. Avoiding it isn’t going to make it go away.”
“No it won’t. But you don’t have to tackle everything all at once. And we certainly shouldn’t tackle anything on an empty stomach.”
As if on cue, Claire’s stomach rumbled and Desmond’s laugh shook the bed as Claire buried her face in his chest. How embarrassing. She was lying in bed with her very handsome wizard and her stomach had other ideas of how to spend the time.
“Come on, little pookie,” Desmond said, rolling out of bed and grabbing clothes for both of them. “Let’s get you fed.”
“Little pookie?” Claire asked, wrinkling up her nose.
“You don’t like that one? Darn it. Onto the next nickname then, my little snookums.”
Claire laughed and Desmond’s grin widened. She got dressed quickly and took Desmond’s offered arm as he pulled the door open for her. A cheery chirp sounded from above the door and Claire looked up to see Puck nestled in a perfect size hole in the tree. She held out her arms and he jumped down into them. He chirped and nestled under her chin pushing images of Malcolm and Everett on patrol in the Forest. It seemed he had accompanied them for a short while before they turned back. Puck had gone ahead to Claire.
