Stop. Don’t think about it, or you’ll talk yourself out of it.
Quoth’s wings fluttered as he flew up to find a perch. His talons scraped about the chamber door. With my free hand, I patted the bed behind me. “Quoth, why don’t you come here?”
“Croak!”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I flashed him my brightest smile. “I’msure.”
Heathcliff tugged at his arm, trying to free himself, but I held fast.
“Turn the light out, will you?” Morrie muttered, his lips trailing along my collarbone.
After checking his sword was within arms’ reach should any marauding dinosaur surprise us, Heathcliff blew out the nearest candle, plunging the room into darkness. Quoth fluttered down and landed on the pillow behind me. The bed creaked again as he forced his change, sliding his warm, naked body between the sheets. Between him and Morrie, my skin hummed with heat. I listened hard as Morrie laid trails of kisses along my neck, searching the silence for some sign from the other guys, some clue as to what they were thinking.
Morrie didn’t waste time. He clamped his lips over mine, and his hand reached under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, seeking the warmth between my legs. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Take it slow. Quoth and Heathcliff are right here.”
“I know.” His voice rumbled in my chest. “Isn’t it delicious?”
A hand slid around my torso, pushing up my shirt. Lips pressed into my collarbone.Quoth. “Mina,” he murmured against my skin.
I still hadn’t released Heathcliff’s arm. He leaned his elbow into the pillow to bring his face closer to mine. “If this is how it’s going to be, Morrie better shuffle his fat arse over.”
Morrie swept me beneath him, pinning me to the bed with his body. “Better?”
“Much.” Heathcliff tipped my head toward his and claimed my mouth in his. His savage kiss threw me into the tumult of his mind. When Heathcliff kissed, there was no forgetting who he was or the ferocity with which he felt and acted.
My chest constricted. The intensity of the three of them with me, the heat rising from their bodies as they touched me and kissed me and claimed my body, pulled me deeper into their hearts. The room, the bookshop, the unanswered questions, my frustration with my broken eyes and with Morrie’s behavior… it all disappeared as they teased and stroked my body.
Heathcliff kicked back the sheets as Quoth gently lifted off my pajama top. Morrie, in a rare display of uncontrolled haste, tore my pants from my legs with such force I heard a seam tear. The air crackled against my bare skin, as though a magic spell weaved us four together.
How is any of this real?I gripped Heathcliff’s bicep, certain that at any moment I’d fall through the floor and wake up in my bed back at my mum’s flat, and they would no longer be living, breathing men but characters from books, and I never would have been kissed by three beautiful souls who lit my heart on fire.
Heathcliff's kisses drew me back to the present. Of course they were real. Only something real could feel this good. Quoth’s fingers danced over my chest – his featherlight touch shooting sparks through my body. His lips pressed against the small of my neck, and his hardness slid between the cheeks of my ass.
Morrie moved down my body, parting my legs. He pressed his lips between my thighs, right on the spot that buzzed with urgent desire. I moaned between Heathcliff’s lips as Morrie licked slowly along my slit. He paused over my clit, making me wait, waiting for me to beg. Quoth moved his mouth to my chest, tightening around my nipple.
Three sets of lips on me, kissing, pleasuring, pleading for more. Three sets of lips to drive out my fears.
I tightened my hips around Morrie’s head. He took the hint, his tongue lapping at my clit in his slow, gentle strokes, drawing out the ache inside me until it became a fire. Heathcliff deepened the kiss, pouring fire and brimstone straight down my throat and into my chest. My fingers reached down to curl in Quoth’s hair. He moaned and scraped his teeth against my nipple.
I came with a shudder that became a wave rippling through my body, pulling me under before dashing my body against the shore of their bodies. Heathcliff’s lips slipped from mine as I sank back into the cushions, riding that wave until it crashed over me and ebbed away into a steady, warm hum.
“What do you say, boys?” Morrie asked. “Should we try for one more?”
“I say it’s my turn down there,” Heathcliff shot back. A wild grin spread across my face.How is this my life?
Heathcliff and Morrie swapped places. Morrie pushed my face toward Quoth. “Give the little birdie some love,” he whispered, his fingers trailing down my back.
Eagerly, I took Quoth’s face in my hands, seeking the solace of his mouth. Quoth’s lips on mine were soft, tender, promising that he’d always look out for me. But then Heathcliff’s mouth met my clit, his tongue attacking me with all his pent-up aggression, and my back arched and I held Quoth to me, tightening my body against his and mirroring Heathcliff’s relentless onslaught.
Behind me, Morrie kissed and stroked my back. Under his fingers, the hairs on my skin stood upright, and warn shivers trickled through my skin. He angled me on my side, and his hands kneaded my thighs and ass. His hardness pressed between my ass cheeks, and his muscles tightened against me, as though he were very close to losing that tight grip on control.
What is Morrie up to?
I didn’t have time to ponder, because Heathcliff’s nails dug into my thighs and his tongue did thisthingand Quoth’s lips opened and Morrie’s grapefruit-and-vanilla scent filled my nostrils and my body exploded. I floated in the dark space between waking and sleep, living in the pleasure until it released my body and I could sink back to earth.
“That’s two,” I could hear the satisfied smirk in Morrie’s voice. “Do you think she’ll come again if two of us are inside her at once?”
Excuse me, what?
