I glanced up. Corbin leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on my ass, which I’d stuck right out to try and move the couch. A warm flush coursed through my body, but I folded my arms and gave him a stern look.
“I’m glad we sent Jane home so she didn’t have to see this chaos. Dora arrived and she’s not happy about the mess in here, so Arthur’s gone to distract her.” I kicked the sofa. Bad idea. A second, even sharper pain shot through my leg. “He’s left me to deal with this beast on my own.”
“At your service.” Corbin trotted over and lifted the other end with one hand like it was nothing. We shuffled the couch into the center of the room with the others.
“Job done.” I collapsed onto the couch where, in a few hours, I’d be falling asleep as part of my first spell. A spell where I’d have to somehow drag my four coven-mates into my dream and then take us into the realm of the fae…a place where, by rights, we shouldn’t even be able to go.
A flutter of fear flickered across my stomach. I pushed it aside. I’d read the book on spirit magic cover to cover, and Corbin had even shown me a couple of simple spirit spells my mother had written in. Staring at her loopy, cursive writing made a lump rise in my throat, especially when I thought about the portrait in the hallway I hadn’t glanced at since I’d heard that weird voice. I’d never got the chance to know my mother, but through this weird power she’d given me, for the first time in my life I felt like we were connected.
I only hoped I’d inherited her skill along with her power.
Corbin lay down beside me, turning his body to face mine and wrapping his thick arms around me. I snuggled into his warmth, and that growing sliver of doubt shrunk away to almost nothing. Corbin’s strength was his protectiveness. He was used to putting others' needs first. His family, the other guys, and now me. He believed I could do this, and his belief flowed into me. Maybe that was what Air users like him did – they exuded thispresenceinto the air around them, so that it flowed into everyone they came into contact with.
Corbin’s lips found mine and I welcomed the kiss, reveling in the heat of his lips, the way my whole body tingled and thrummed as his tongue slid over mine.
“You slept with someone else,” he said, his gaze intense. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded. I was about to say that it was Rowan, but then I decided not to. Instead, I said, “Does that bother you?”
“Not as much as I expected it to,” he said, his hands stroking my face. “But a little. I thought…well, last night was so amazing, I thought…I hoped you’d choose me.”
“I haven’t chosen. But why do I have to choose?” I said boldly. The image of the orgy in the grimoire flashed in front of my eyes.
“Be serious.” Corbin pressed his lips to mine, our mouths opening against each other, our tongues entwining. His kisses stole my breath, and I forgot what it was I was daring to propose, instead wrapping my legs around Corbin and enjoying the shivers that coursed through me as his hands explored my body.
“Share that?”
I snapped my head back. Flynn’s face dangled a few inches from my face, his mouth set in his customary cheeky grin.
Corbin swore. “Bloody hell, Flynn, you made me bite my lip.”
“Tell me bollix.” Flynn vaulted over the back of the sofa, squishing his body behind me. Now, I was sandwiched betweenFlynn and Corbin, the meat in the world’s most delicious sandwich. Two hard bodies pressed against mine, and the ache inside my pulsed with desire.
I hardly dared to breathe. My eyes locked on Corbin’s. His face read equal parts annoyance and desire. Flynn’s hands danced along my bare arms, raising the hairs on my skin.
What’s going to happen next?
What do Iwantto happen?
My body knew the answer to that, even if my brain was still stuck on the idea that I was going to burn in hell for all this.
“Go on,” Flynn urged. “Don’t mind me.”
Corbin hesitated for a split second, his eyes searching mine. My heart in my throat and the throb inside me begging for more, I nodded. Corbin leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. The ache in my core flared to life, harder and hotter than ever.
Something scraped along my neck. Flynn. He kissed along my collarbone, his teeth brushing against my skin, sending delicious shivers right down my spine.
Two guys, each one with their hands on me, with their erect cocks pressing into my thighs, my hips. Each one different – Flynn’s hands rough from his work in the forge, his red curls tickling my skin. Corbin’s fingers smooth as silk, his kisses hard and urgent. Each one sending flares of pleasure through my whole body.
This is just like my dream.
Well, in my dream, it wasallthe guys, each one pleasuring me in his own unique way.
But two guys was a pretty damn good start…
Flynn’s hand slid further down my arm, his fingers trailing over the bottom of my t-shirt. He lifted the fabric up and I gasped against Corbin’s lips as Flynn slid his fingers against mystomach. Everything felt more raw, more intimate, with the two of them, knowing that the other was watching.
“You okay there, Einstein?” Flynn whispered against my earlobe.
