“Careful, Maeve Moore,” Corbin growled in my ear. “You work those witchy charms on me and we won’t get any sightseeing done.”
I turned around, pulling him against me and brushing my lips against his. I snaked my hand between us, rubbing his length through his jeans. “The only sight I want to see is this glorious cock.”
Corbin laughed against my lips even as he stiffened under my hand. We fell against the bed, bodies entwining, kisses hard and urgent. All the stress and fear from the last couple of days rose to the surface of my skin, seeping out of me as Corbin surrounded me in his warmth. I straddled Corbin, grinding myself against him, suddenly desperate to feel the earthly connection of our two bodies pressed together, to cling to the one concrete connection I had left on this earth.
His hands roamed over my skin, sending delicious shivers through my body. He tugged up the hem of my t-shirt, and I shuddered as the skin of his hand met my back. His fingers tingled as he traced his air magic across my skin – the lightest breeze that made all my hairs stand on end. I wanted to sink into him, to lose myself completely in the pleasure of being with him and just…forget…all theshit…
“Ow! Hey!”
Something pinched my ass, and I yelped. Someone behind me burst out laughing.
“Flynn,” I growled, even as my body ached with desire for both of them.
A hand slid around my waist, snaking under my shirt to rub against my hard nipple. I gasped. Flynn’s voice rippled against my earlobe. “This is our last chance before your sister arrives to give you a little magical boost.”
“That might be the most sensible thing Flynn has ever suggested,” Corbin added.
My body thrummed with agreement. I slid my hands under Corbin’s face, pulling his head up to meet me. My lips brushed his and I relished his sharp intake of breath. “Sensibleismy middle name.”
It was my turn to gasp as Flynn nibbled my ear. He rolled my nipple under his finger until it formed a hard pebble that ached for more. Corbin shuffled up the bed to make room. I snapped open the dome buttons on Corbin’s shirt, biting my lip with anticipation as the fabric fell away to reveal the beautiful tattoos across his toned chest.
I traced my fingers across the gods and demons battling around bands of Celtic knotwork. Behind me, Flynn slipped my t-shirt over my head and snapped off my bra with one hand, tossing it across the mezzanine. It fell into the bath.
The bed creaked. Rowan climbed on, kneeling beside Corbin as he faced me and Flynn. His hand lingered on Corbin’s wrist for several moments before he raised it to my face, cupping my cheek and pulling me to him. He claimed my mouth with his.
As our tongues entwined, Rowan’s body trembled. He kept his eyes open, staring at me with such savage intensity it make my chest tighten. His hand against my skin burned with heat, sending shudders of magic straight into me. His kisses drew me deeper, until I was drowning in him, struggling for breath against the onslaught of his desire. All his emotion flowed into me, and the force of his anxiety clamped around my heart.
Is this the crushing pain Rowan walks around with all the time?
I knew I’d only scratched the surface of Rowan’s pain. That boy was so deep he was practically a portal to another universe. He clutched my face, his whole body shaking. I shook too, his pain becoming my pain, even though I didn’t understand it.
I drew away, tears brimming in the corners of my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Rowan whispered. “It’s not you. It’s London.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but with Flynn teasing my nipples and Corbin stroking me through my jeans, I couldn’t find the words to ask. Rowan leaned his forehead against mine, his breath heavy and ragged. Between his legs, he stiffened. I reached down and freed him from his jeans, stroking his length with my hands until he moaned.
“Quit hogging the priestess,” Flynn cried from behind me. Rowan laughed, but his voice cracked, his laugh so heroically, impossibly sad that it nearly snapped me in two.
I couldn’t fall into Rowan, not now, not today. If I did that, I was afraid his pain would break me. I needed to be together for what was coming. But that didn’t mean I didn’t need him here. We all needed each other, otherwise we’d never be able to keep going. My body hummed from the contact of his skin and the force of his kisses. I kept stroking him while I turned to kiss Flynn, just as Blake poked his head above the ladder.
“This looks like more fun than arguing about art.”
“When it comes to Maeve, I think we’re all in agreement.” Flynn shuffled me over, giving Blake room to climb up on the bed. Blake shrugged off his leather jacket and slid down beside Corbin, his leg brushing Corbin’s arm. I expected Corbin to stiffen, but he just glanced at Blake and gave a little smile. Blake leaned up and took my mouth from Flynn’s, kissing me with the wild abandon that was so unique to him – a tempest that unfurled inside me, stealing my breath.
“I’ll drink to that,” a voice growled from the ladder.
I whirled around, tearing my mouth from Blake’s. Arthur leaned against the top of the ladder, watching us all with an intense gaze. Flynn’s hand froze on my nipple.
Arthur, please join us.
This was it – the test of the bond we’d forged while in Arizona. I searched Arthur’s face for any sign of his earlier jealousy, but all I could see in his eyes was heat. My heart surged.
“I thought you weren’t into this?” Corbin said, surprised.
“I changed my mind.” Arthur stepped up on the mezzanine and pulled his black t-shirt over his head. My eyes flicked immediately to the crook of his elbow, to the scars that he never talked about. But he’d angled his body to hide them behind his muscular torso. On purpose? I didn’t know, but saliva pooled on my tongue as I took in the thick ropes of muscle that bulged under his skin.
To feel that tight body against mine again?—
