I moaned in response, bending my hand beneath his arm and running my fingers down the bulge in his pants, encouraging him to keep going. Corbin’s lips devoured mine, his kiss fierce. He dug his fingers into my thigh, pressing me against his hard cock. Flynn’s fingers slid higher, skimming the bottom of my breasts.
“Mother Mary, she’s not wearing a bra,” Flynn breathed. Now it was Corbin’s turn to moan as Flynn’s hand closed over my breast, lifting up the bottom of my t-shirt so Corbin could see Flynn’s hands playing with my nipple.
I leaned back against Flynn, giving Corbin more room. He bent down and pulled up the rest of my top, freeing my second breast. Corbin bent down, his mouth clamping over the other nipple.
Oh my Goooooood…
A mouth on one nipple, the tongue flicking at my sensitive bud. Flynn rolled my other nipple between his fingers, pinching it slightly. Now that my mouth was free, he bent my head back and covered my lips with his. Flynn’s kisses were like him – light, fluttery, the kind of kisses that swept a girl away.
I can’t believe this is happening. Please, don’t let it stop.
The air around us sizzled with heat. I relaxed into the sensations, feeling their kisses and caresses through my whole body, relishing the warmth of being surrounded with them. One question burned in the back of my mind.
How far will this go?
As if he heard my question, Corbin slid his hand down the outside of my thigh, bringing it up between my legs, underneath my skirt. His fingers brushed over my panties.
It was the lightest touch, but it sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my body.
In response, Flynn’s tongue rammed into my throat and I devoured him with all the passion that swirled around inside me. Corbin’s fingers snaked under the edge of my panties, and he pressed one finger against my throbbing clit. I shuddered, already so close to climax?—
“Um, guys?”
Shit. Hell. Bollocks!
Corbin sprung off me like he’d stuck his cock in an electrical socket. Flynn sank back into the couch, somehow thinking he could camouflage himself in the purple cushions. I stuck my head up over the top of the sofa, dreading what – or who – I was going to see.
Rowan stood in the doorway. For once, his eyes weren’t on the ceiling, his lips weren’t moving as he counted the swords. Instead, his gaze bore into mine, his expression completely unreadable. My cheeks blazed as I yanked my top down, covering my breasts. The ache had gone, replaced by a terrible churning in my stomach that somehow, I’d hurt him.
Rowan’s eyes never left mine. He said, his voice calm but emotionless. “The drought is ready.”
I gulped. No time now to sort this out. I couldn’t worry about Rowan or Corbin or any of the guys. I had to focus on trying to do the one thing I still didn’t entirely believe I was capable of.
I had to perform real, honest-to-Godmagic. It was time to do my mother proud.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ROWAN
There was no mistaking what I’d just walked in on. Maeve’s vest was around her shoulders, those gorgeous tits of hers bouncing free. Flynn’s hand pinched her, and Corbin had a face full of tit, which made my blood boil because I knew exactly how great a place that was to be. Corbin’s hand was up her skirt, and from the way she was moaning and quivering, he was touching her just the way she liked.
When Maeve looked up and saw me, her heavy lidded eyes showed only desire.
Corbin and Maeve and Flynn. Seeing them together like thatshouldmake me seethe with jealousy, shouldn’t it? That was how people felt when someone they liked was with someone else.Twosomeone else's.
But that wasn’t what I felt at all. Not after Maeve had said what she’d said to me last night.You don’t think you’re worthy of me…but I’m telling you…even without this coven magic acting on us, I would shag you in a heartbeat.
I trusted Maeve implicitly and I believed her words, even though they were completely foreign to me. Maeve wasn’t the first girl I slept with – there were girls at the shelters and on the street, high on anything they could get their hands on anddesperate for some kind of feeling. That was me, too. But that had been mechanical, a means to an end, a way to numb myself for an hour or two, a way to score the next hit. With Maeve…that was the first time I actuallyfeltsomething.
Seeing her with her breasts naked, her head thrown back in ecstasy…I was feeling that something again. My own fingers itched to run over Maeve’s soft skin, to be the one lying with her back pressed against my chest,myfingers teasing her nipples.
I wanted Maeve, and I thought that maybe,possibly,I would love her one day, if I was even capable of that emotion. But I loved Corbin, too, or as close to it as I was able. And Flynn and Arthur. They were all my brothers. But Corbin…
Corbin saved me. He got me off the street, even when I didn’t want to come. He brought me to Briarwood. He paid for my first cooking class. He was the first person in my life to believe I was worth something. Seeing him with Maeve like that – knowing that for once he wasn’t thinking about who he had to protect – made me happy.
I just wanted him to be happy.
But where did that leave me?
